My name is Marilyn, better known as Mom. I am a 36 year old mother of two. My son, Brian, is just short of his 19th birthday. My daughter, Samantha, just turned 16. Before you stop and do the calculations, yes I started early, getting pregnant when I was the same current age of my daughter. Believe me that fact is not lost on me as I watch her turn from my little girl into a woman. My husband, and father of the kids, left me about 10 years ago. We tried to make a go of it, but as so often happens with young love, we found we had little in common as we matured. We have remained friends but have each gone our separate ways. He still sees the kids and contributes to their welfare.
I managed to get my GED and have had a fairly successful career as a Realtor. Successful enough to support the family, and able enough to have a good eye for a bargain, including the house that we live in. We bought our house from a family who were being relocated and had to dump their home here to make the move. The house is in a good location with a secluded back yard and swimming pool. The house has three bedrooms. The kids share a bathroom, but the master bath is all mine. It has a garden tub plus an oversized shower. Overall the house is quite family friendly, and the kids have always felt comfortable having their friends over.
Brian is home for the summer after spending his first year at a state university that he attends on a swimming scholarship. His specialty is distance events which show in his well conditioned body. He is about 6'2" and all muscle. Samantha is also a swimmer with similar goals to her brother. In stature she is just a younger version of me. She just matched my height of 5'7" this past year, although she weighs a few pounds less than me, but I keep myself fairly fit. Her breasts are a "B" cup like mine. She has mixed emotions about her breasts growing larger. On one hand she would like to be bigger, on the other hand she knows that big breasts and competitive swimming do not mix well. She is much prettier than I am and will be truly striking as she grows into herself. Her swimming potential has got her invited to two swim camps this summer.
My ex and I agreed early on that we wanted our kids to be comfortable with their bodies. He and I both had been raised in quite conservative environments, which I have attributed, at least partly, to me getting pregnant at such a young age as I rebelled against my parents. Although we don't flaunt nudity around the house, we certainly have a casual attitude toward it. Since our divorce and the kids getting older I have personally been a bit more conscious about it. For one thing I never knew when one of the kid's friends would show up. There was never anything sexual in our state of dress or undress as the case may be. That was until this summer.
I came home from work and heard the shower running. I went to the door and yelled "Bri, is that you?"
"Yeah Mom."
Knowing he had a summer job interview earlier I asked, "How did the interview go?"
"I'll be out in just a minute." I stepped into my son's room and plopped down on his bed and thumbed through a car magazine he had there. I heard the shower stop, and in a minute or so Brian appeared drying his hair and not a stitch on. My eyes instinctively went to his manhood which looked way to mature for my baby boy. Totally at ease with his nakedness he went to the dresser and combed his hair leaving me to stare at his tight ass. I realized I was holding my breath. I snapped out of it as he started to tell me about the interview.
"I think it went well. They seemed to think I would have no trouble doing the job, but they did have two more interviews after me. They said they would make their decision by tomorrow."
All I could manage was a, "that sounds encouraging."
Finishing with his hair, Brian lay down on the bed next to me still totally naked. I resisted making a big deal of it by springing from the bed.
"Yeah, we even talked about me having flexible hours so I could do my work out at the YMCA every day. Having my beautiful Mom as their Realtor didn't hurt," he said as he reached over and kissed me on the cheek.
I said, "I doubt that had anything to do with it, but thanks for the compliment." What I was thinking was "where did my son get that cock?" It sure didn't come from his father. I caught myself trying to remember ever seeing my father's cock? Surely I hadn't because I can't imagine not remembering it if it had been that big.
Picking myself off the bed I said, "I will keep my fingers crossed for you."
Brian had picked up the magazine that I had been looking at. I paused at his door for one more look at my beautifully naked son. I closed his door behind be and felt my heart racing. As I walked down the hall the wetness between my legs was unmistakable.
I tried to put the incident out of my mind over the next few days. Brian got the job and was to begin the following Monday. He offered, and I readily accepted, his offer to help me with some household chores in the meantime. One afternoon he was helping me with the laundry as we chatted about this and that.
All of a sudden he stopped and in a protective tone asked "when did Sam start wearing thong panties?"
I looked up to see him holding the tiny pair of panties up. I had to giggle, "those are mine smarty pants!" You would have thought I had hit him in the head with a baseball bat. He had no response. After a couple of minutes of silent sorting and folding of clothes, Brian grabbed a half full basket of folded laundry which he placed in front of him and hurried out the door saying that he would place the items in our respective bedrooms.
"Now that was odd," I thought to myself. As I thought about him holding the basket in front of himself, I wondered if he was hiding an erection. Could the thought of his mother wearing thong panties have given him an erection? I told myself I was imagining this, but I found myself with a pair of hard pointy nipples and an itching between my legs at the thought. I went to the bedrooms and found both my door and Sam's open. No laundry had been placed on our beds. Brian's door was closed. I fought the urge to see if it was locked, but did stop in front of it and listen. Unfortunately, I could hear nothing.
I was working in the kitchen a little later when Brian came in and sat at the table.
I said "are you alright?"
"Yeah Mom, why do you ask?"
"You just left so suddenly."
"Oh, well I guess I had to go to the bathroom."
"You sure you're not sick?" I had my back to him as I worked at the sink and glanced over my shoulder to see him studying me.
"No Mom I'm fine," he said obviously deep in thought.
Finally without saying a word, Brian got up and walked out. I thought to myself, "Did my own son just check me out?"
The next week Brian started his new job and we got Samantha off to the first swimming camp of the summer. It was late when I got home and I sat down to read the paper. I was wearing a light summer dress. I sat on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table, knees bent. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I awoke Brian was standing in front of me with a big smile. Following his line of sight I could see that he had a perfect view up under my dress. I adjusted myself asking, "when did you get home?"
"Just a few minutes ago. I was just enjoying the view," he snickered.
"I guess I better be more careful with a grown man in the house," I joked.
"Don't do it for my sake, I love looking at a beautiful woman."
"You do know how to pay a compliment. If I didn't believe it was because you wanted something special for dinner, I would be flattered."
"You should be flattered, because I meant it as a compliment. I think you are one of the hottest women I know."
"Help me up and I will get dinner started." I extended my arm and he helped me to my feet. Brian pulled me toward him and placed his arms around me.
I placed my arms around his neck and he said, "Mom, I know I don't show it sometimes, but I think you are the greatest, and I love you."
I smiled and probably blushed a little and said, "I love you too baby." Then I did something that surprised both of us. I kissed his lips. Not a lover's kiss, but one that lasted too long to be an appropriate mother-son kiss. Embarrassed with myself, I broke our embrace and went to the kitchen.
Brian followed me to the kitchen and asked if he could help. I put him cutting vegetables for a salad while I prepared the chicken. We chatted while we worked side by side and he would hip bump me playfully every few minutes. I would do the same back at him, a seemingly harmless form of flirting. We set the table and Brian poured each of us a glass of wine as I served our dinner.
We joked at silly things through dinner and Brian bent down to pick up his knife which he had accidently dropped.
"Shall I get you a clean one, or did you just do that to look up my dress again?" I joked.
Not to be outdone he responded, "I thought I saw a little tuft of hair sticking out earlier and I thought I would have another look."
I immediately snapped back, "you didn't see any hair sticking out down there!"
Brian smiled and said, "you are right, but now I know that my mother keeps herself shaved or do you keep a small landing strip?"
I gave an embarrassed laugh, "you are quite the smart ass, aren't you?"
He just shrugged his shoulders quite proud of himself. After a short pause he asked, "Well, which is it?"
"Which is what?"
"Are you shaved completely, or leave a small patch of pubic hair?"
"I am not having a conversation about my personal grooming habits with my son!"
"Ah come on Mom, inquiring minds want to know."
"Change the subject please." I could feel myself blushing but could also feel that my nipples had become hard as well as feeling dampness in my panties.
Brian was enjoying teasing me too much, he said, "let me see mom."
"Have you gone insane? I'm not going to show myself to you."
"Why not?"
"Well first of all you are my son. Second of all if anyone found out, they would have me arrested, and put you in therapy. Shall I go on?"
"No one would know. It would be our secret. And as far as me being your son, I thought you always said that we should not be ashamed of our bodies?"
"You know good and well that this is different. And I am not ashamed of my body, and I can't believe we are having this conversation!"
"Don't get mad, I'm just teasing you. So if you won't show me, just answer my question, shaved completely or no?"
"You are impossible!"
We both began clearing the table. I ran the dishwater while Brian brought me the dirty dishes. When he finished he moved behind me and placed his hands around my waist.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I am the luckiest guy in the world to have a Mom like you." He leaned down and kissed the nape of my neck.
