At 46, Debbie was a beautiful woman and quite aware of it. Her blonde hair came to her shoulders, framing a face accented by sparkling green eyes, sharp upturned nose and pouty lips. Her 5'4" figure was well toned and voluptuous, most of the outfits she wore drawing attention to her 36C breasts and curved derrière.
On this particular evening when Debbie came down from her bedroom, at the living room was her son, Ronny. At 18, he was handsome and well built for his age. As she started walking towards the living room, she could not help but gaze at her son's appealing young body. She smiled proudly; she certainly had a good-looking son. He reminded her so much of her late husband. It had been three years since his passing due an traffic accident, but fortunately she had Ronny around to keep her company.
She passed him and walked towards the kitchen. Ronny admired his mother pensively as she walked into the kitchen. Even though she was in mid 40's, she did not look like it. Her breast was not sagging but firm, her waist was slender with little flesh on her tummy, her hips were ample and thighs were well-toned. Her dainty shorts were so tight on her ass; it clearly showed her panty-line. His eyes were fixed on that adorable sight enjoying the way her bum swayed as she walked. Ronny wondered tailing her delightful derriere jiggle as she walked. He could not help but marvel what it would feel like to play with her beautiful ass. He shook his head to clear his mind and followed her into the kitchen.
She bent over as she picked a bottle from the fridge. Ronny looked at her and admired her bum sticking up making the material tighter on her. He could have just grabbed it then and there. Ronny's cock, flagging a little, suddenly came back to full rigidity at the sight of her bent over. He could not believe; he had a hard-on! His mom was turning him on. Her bottom was just as he had imagined it: full and round with an erotic plumpness that made him feel weak. He wanted desperately to drop to his knees right there and bury his face between her cheeks and tongue her mature ass.
Without turning around, she said, "I was really looking forward to a nice quiet night."
"I know," I said, "and I'm sorry."
She turned her head. "No, you don't understand. I've been feeling so lonely that I just wanted to be with a man. And not just any man, but one who could make me feel young and wanted again."
That got his attention. His mother needed to feel loved, not as a mature woman, but as a young, beautiful woman. She had been alone for the past three years, sacrificing her personal and social life to care for her child for those years. And now, when she had the chance to be with a man again, it was spoiled by his interference.
Ronny felt sorry for her. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he leaned forward, he said, "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to harsh on him, I wanted to protect you from him."
"That's ok, son, you didn't know."
"I wish there was some way I could make it better."
"Forget it and just hold me for a while, dear."
He complied. However the close contact with her coupled with her sweet-smelling perfume made it hard for him to maintain his focus and he felt his penis hardening. He did not move in case it gave himself away, but if he did not, then his manliness would be pressing against his mother's soft buttocks, and then she would know. He was in a dilemma and decided that he should distract her.
Ronny placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly. She sighed receptively. She was really tensed and a massage would do her good. He continued kneading her neck and shoulders, careful not even accidentally move her dress. Debbie dropped her head and sighed again.
"Move lower, dear, Mommy really needs it," she said submissively, persuading her son. His hands moved down her upper-back, massaging her tight muscles along her backbone, until they reached the end of the exposed fleshy midriff. His mind had already given up control and now his rigid penis was doing the thinking. His fingers slipped under the edges of her dress and massaged her sides. When she did not do anything to stop him, he got the message and moved his hands up along the smooth ribcage.
Then he felt his fingers touching the sides of her soft breasts. Debbie let out a soft gasp and bit her lower lip. "Ronny...?" This distracted him for an abrupt stop. He leaned forward until his face was close to her ear. "Mom, don't worry," he said softly, "it's gonna be all right."
"What are you talking about... uhhuhhh!"
But when she did not offer any other resistance, he continued massaging her sides. Soon, his hands were stuck at the warmth of her smooth armpits. The dress heaped-up and rested precariously on the tops of his hands.
She gasped when his hands cupped her breast. She looked behind. "Noooh ... Ronny, take your hands off."
"I can't, Mom," he said as he lowered one hand over her shorts lingering the warmth of her buttocks. Her ass squirmed when his middle finger rubbed between her ass cheeks.
"Ronny! We have to stop this immediately!" She tried to move away but he grabbed her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, effectively holding her to him now pressing his male-hardness against her bum. She gasped with a sharp intake of a breath.
"Ron ... nohhh ..."
"Mom, remember what you once told me?" he said into her ear, "that if I found the woman whom I loved, I should cherish her and never let her go?"
"Yes, but..."
"Mom, I love you and I want you." He nuzzled her ear.
It must have been the most sensual thing done to her for some time and sweetest thing anyone had whispered to her because she let out a long moan. That was enough for him. He nibbled her earlobes and kissed the back of her neck. She purred but resisted a bit. He kissed her again, then down her back holding her firmly. With a swift motion he lifted his hands grabbing her top baring her upper-body. Before she could react, he cupped her breasts, started to squeeze and kneed it as his fingers tweaked at her nipple. It responded and became erect in his fingers. That made him more excited and his penis became even harder, throbbing against her cushiony bottom like a serpent.