A few months ago my son, Jake, graduated from university with a first class degree in History. He had planned to move in with his long-term girlfriend, Amy but sadly and seemingly out of the blue, they split up just after graduation. I've still no idea what caused the break-up, but it hit him pretty hard and despite what he says, I can tell he's still not over her. So, he's now back at home while he looks for a job. Unfortunately, a history degree doesn't open up too many employment opportunities. Of course, it's lovely to have him back, I missed him hugely when he was away, as any loving mother would.
That said, he's a fully grown adult but behaves more like a grumpy teenager. He spends most of his time in his room with his door shut, awake until the early hours glued to his computer screen, often chatting away loudly, with his headphones on. I've no idea what he gets up to...playing online games, talking to friends or strangers, no doubt watching porn. Judging by the number of tissues he gets through and bearing in mind his single status, I presume he spends a fair bit of his alone time masturbating. He certainly doesn't appreciate interruptions, mostly communicating via a series of monosyllabic grunts.
As you'd probably guess, Jake isn't a morning person, in fact given the chance he'd probably stay in bed all day. Anyway, the other day I needed him to be awake earlier than usual, as I was going out at 10 am and an important parcel was being delivered sometime after that. He'd been briefed, but the chances of him crawling out of bed of his own accord were next to zero. So, around 9.30 am, not exactly the crack of dawn, I undertook the precarious task of waking him up. I made him a strong coffee to help kick start the process and knocked on his door. There was no response, so I knocked again more loudly...still silence. I decided it was safe to let myself in. He was dead to the world, so I placed the mug of coffee on his bedside table and gave him a gentle nudge. He groaned disapprovingly...but didn't wake up. "Time to get up." I announced cheerfully, nudging him more forcefully. He just grunted something indistinguishable, no doubt including the odd expletive and pulled the covers up over his head.
"Wakey, wakey!" I demanded, pulling the duvet from the bed with a purposeful tug.
He was furious...and more than a little embarrassed. I couldn't miss the massive bulge stretching the tight fabric of his pyjama shorts. "Ooops!" I said, finding it difficult not to stare at the contours of his erect penis. He turned away from me and onto his side, clearly mortified.
"Don't be silly Jake, it's perfectly natural...and I've seen it all before". I assured him. To be honest though, I'd never seen it that big and that hard. I felt my heart beat a little faster and was somewhat surprised by an unexpected tingling between my legs.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to embarrass you..." I said "...but I really do need you to get up for the delivery...remember?"
Reluctantly he turned to face me, still slightly red faced.
"Oh yeah, right." he acknowledged.
As I leant over to hand him his coffee, I noticed his gaze shifting from the mug in my hand towards my chest. I glanced down.
"Ooops!" I said for the second time. My left breast was completely exposed. My gown must have come open as I'd pulled the covers from the bed. It was Jake's turn to stare and my turn to blush.
"Nice tits Mum!" He smiled, with a decidedly naughty twinkle in his eyes.
"I'm sorry! What did you say?" I asked, shocked...but if truth be told surprisingly aroused by his inappropriate comment.
"You heard." he laughed sitting up. "Seriously you really do have amazing tits for someone your age."
"Thank you... I think" I replied, covering myself back up, embarrassed, yet flattered.
He looked disappointed.
"This may sound like a strange thing to ask..." He added tentatively. "But can I see them properly?"
I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts, twitching as he spoke.
"See them properly?" I repeated, taken aback by his question.
"Yes."
"My breasts?"
"Yes, I want to see them properly...both of them." he smiled.
"But, but... I'm your mother!" I responded as sternly as I could.
"So?"
"Well, err...it's...it's just wrong." I stuttered.
"Why?" he demanded. His eyes fixed firmly on my breasts.
I pulled the robe tighter around me, folding my arms defensively over my nipples, which were conspicuously erect beneath the sheer fabric. He looked crest fallen, projecting the same doe eyed expression he'd perfected as a small boy. It was his not-so secret weapon, deployed whenever he was desperate to get his way and it was still hard to resist.
"Oh, come on Mum. Please, I really want to see them..." he begged. "...why is it wrong...I mean, who's it going to hurt?".
I didn't know how to respond. The truth is I knew it was wrong, yet at the same time I felt an overwhelming urge to expose myself and see his reaction. My pussy ached, I could feel my juices beginning to flow.
No, this was wrong, I was his mother. I turned to leave...
"But Mum. You're so hot, I can't help it... Please, just let me see them once. I'll never ask again... promise."
Despite myself, I was feeling increasingly aroused and getting wetter by the second.
"Don't you want to make me happy?" he pleaded.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself and hide my excitement. I turned to face him.
"Just once...and you promise never to ask again?" My voice was shaky, my mouth dry, unlike my vagina which was anything but!
"Promise!" he smiled, eyes twinkling with anticipation.
I smiled, nervously. "Ok...if you promise?" He nodded his agreement, like a small boy who'd been promised a new toy, then watched, expectantly as I slowly opened my gown. My nipples were as hard as bullets, my heart pounded loudly in my chest.
For what seemed like an age Jake said nothing, he just stared. His eyes moving from left to right, up, down and around, mapping every inch, every contour, clearly enjoying the view. My head swam.
Eventually he lifted his gaze, our eyes met. He smiled the biggest, sweetest, sexiest smile imaginable.
"Wow! Mum, they're fucking amazing!".
His words were like a bolt of electricity hitting me straight between the legs.
All I could manage was a quiet, slightly shy, "Thank you".
"Come closer." he said.
"Why...?" I enquired, nervously.
"Come closer." he repeated.
I hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps towards him. He shuffled to the side of the bed, slid his feet over the side and sat facing me. His eyes level with my pounding chest. My hands still gripped my gown, my tits fully exposed.
"Closer." he insisted, quietly but firmly. I took another step towards him. He stared up at me, I stared down. His shorts were slightly agape, his erect penis partially visible...pre-cum oozing from the tip, had formed a dark patch where it pressed against the material. I couldn't believe the kind of thoughts that were racing through my mind.
"He reached upwards, his strong young hands gently cupping my soft, 52-year-old breasts.
"No, Jake...stop, you mustn't" I murmured, weakly.
Of course, he ignored me. He knew I didn't mean it. He knew when no meant no, and right now, no definitely meant yes, please, YES!
My head spun as my son's finger-tips glided nimbly over my chest, circling and caressing my nipples. I gasped as he leant forward. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, his lips sealed themselves around my left nipple and he began to suck. I stroked his hair, pulling him tighter towards me, encouraging him. As he sucked eagerly on my left tit, his hand reached over and cupped my right. I felt dizzy, my knees almost buckling with the intensity of the moment. He circled my rock-hard nipple with his tongue running it gently over my areola. He then turned his attention to my other breast, his soft hair tickled my flesh as his lips wrapped around my right nipple. At the same time, I felt a gentle tug on the belt of my gown. It fell open, revealing my naked body. I gasped as the cool morning air caressed me below the waist.
"Oh Mum!" Jake exclaimed. He moved his hand slowly over my belly and began running his fingers through my pubes.
"I love how hairy you are! All the girls I've been with shave."
The thought of him with being other girls provoked a distinct feeling of resentment.
Was I really jealous of my son's girlfriends? This was crazy. This was wrong!
"Jake, No, stop!" I protested weakly, attempting to pull his hand away from my pussy. He resisted and smiled up at me defiantly, as he slid his fingers over my clitoris and between my swollen, wet lips. I submitted to his will, cradling his head and pulling his face back to my chest, pressing my wet, dripping cunt against his nimble finger-tips. Yes, I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care! I was so aroused that any residual feelings of conflict were banished, for now at least. Lust and desire were in the driver-seat and I was ready to enjoy the ride.
He probed my wet, velvety folds, circling my clit and teasing my lips apart, waves of pleasure surged through my body. My hips gyrated to the rhythm of Jake's hand movements, my breathing became louder and more frantic as the tempo increased. I gasped and my breathing turned into panting as two fingers entered my hot, aching hole. His thumb caressed my clit as he probed the wall of my vagina, responding to my gasps of pleasure and expertly locating my g-spot. His other hand stroked and kneaded my buttocks as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. My groans of delight told him not to stop. My God, I didn't want him to stop, but...
"Jake, stop!" I told him. Something in my tone made him obey. I took a step back taking hold of his hand, which was slippery with my juices. I caressed his cheek lovingly. He looked puzzled and disappointed.
