Being eighteen years old, Dylan Adams was at that age of chronic masturbation and thought about sex constantly. He'd had a little sexual experience with a fellow senior from high school, but both of them were virgins and it was an awkward and uncomfortable encounter. A part-time job kept Dylan busy most afternoons, though he always jerked-off before bed every night after his parents went to sleep.
At forty years old, Dylan's mother Karen Adams was still a stunning woman. She worked as a model for a local chain of department stores, appearing in their catalogues and sale flyers for the Sunday paper. Regular exercise and a healthy lifestyle kept her body lean and trim. Blonde wavy hair and weekly visits to the tanning booth made sure that Karen continued to turn heads wherever she went.
Wanting some new clothes to impress the girls, Dylan was looking through the Sunday paper for sales; he leafed through the department store ad Karen worked for as his mom got an employee discount. Nothing could have prepared Dylan's horny teenaged mind for the sight of his mother in the lingerie section, modeling a new line of underwear targeting the store's mature clientele. There she was, standing in nothing but a bra and panty set, looking as sexy as any woman half her age.
Dylan couldn't believe how hot his mother looked. She had shapely legs and firm hips, a flat stomach and nice plump breasts that filled out her bra perfectly. Her skin was tan, smooth, and without flaw; she looked every bit as sexy as any of the girls in his school. Dylan's penis was as hard as a rock to the sudden thoughts of sex with his mother. He felt compelled to roll the Sunday flier up and take it up to his bedroom for a quick jerk-off session. Taboo thoughts of fucking his mom filled Dylan's mind as he stroked his cement-like boner. He stared at her supple body and imagined what her breasts looked like beneath that bra, what they might feel like in his hands. When he came, Dylan's sperm shot two feet into the air to land all over his stomach and thighs. He couldn't remember ever having such an intense orgasm.
The following week Dylan found that he couldn't look at his mother at the same way. He kept imagining what her body looked like beneath the clothes she wore, and whenever she showed any skin he caught himself staring. One morning Karen was wearing a short skirt with a hem above the knee (she had a business lunch that day) and Dylan kept stealing peeks at her nylon-covered legs; he had to try and conceal his erection during breakfast until he left for school. Every night that week before bed he would lay in bed and masturbate while looking at the flier from Sunday's paper. Taboo thoughts of sex with his mother gave Dylan an explosive orgasm every time.
The Adams lived in a split-level house and Dylan's room was upstairs, while his parent's room was in the lower level, so Dylan usually felt safe masturbating in privacy. But Friday night Karen was up later than usual doing some paperwork and bills. She needed to fetch some records from the spare bedroom which was upstairs, down the hall from Dylan's room. As she passed by her son's room Karen heard Dylan's voice. At first she thought he might be on the phone with one of his friends, but then she noticed he was moaning and grunting. She paused at the door and listened.
"...uh...uhn...oh mommy...oh fuck you're so hot...uhhhh...uhhhh!!"
Karen couldn't believe what she was hearing as the sounds of Dylan's pumping fist came through the door. Her son was masturbating. Not only that, but her son was masturbating to thoughts of her! Karen blushed and hurried away from the door, wanting to avoid any potentially embarrassing situation of being caught listening to her son during his private moment.
That night Karen couldn't get the sounds of Dylan jerking off out of her head. She lay in bed unable to sleep, confused and unsure about the implications. She was flattered in a way that her son, a boy less than half her age, was so turned on by her - it made her feel sexy to know that he masturbated to thoughts of her. And even though her brain told her it was wrong, that it was incestuous, Karen couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to watch Dylan stroke his cock.
It didn't help that Dylan's father had seemed to lose interest in sex a long time ago. He had become a workaholic who worked eighty hours a week, even on Saturdays. The one time a month he did show any interest in Karen, the sex was nothing more than him fucking her missionary style for about a minute and a half, then rolling over to fall asleep. Karen had long ago resorted to purchasing a vibrating sex toy to fill the void of a shitty sex life. But the knowledge of another man desiring her, of another man masturbating over her (even though it was her own son), changed things. It made her incredibly horny.
The following night, after her husband had fallen asleep and around the same time she heard Dylan the night previous, Karen slipped out of bed and crept upstairs. She paused at her son's door, hoping Dylan would be at it again, and sure enough she heard him during his nightly ritual. She could hear the slick noise of him jacking off; 'He must use lubrication' she thought to herself. As he neared completion Dylan began to moan "...oh mommy....uhn...mom..." and Karen heard him grunt in orgasm. She silently left the door and quickly went to the bathroom, digging in a drawer for her make-up case where she hid her vibrating dildo. Karen opened her robe, pulled down her panties, and rubbed the buzzing little toy against her clitoris while sitting on the toilet. Thoughts of Dylan masturbating to fantasies of her brought a shivering orgasm to Karen's soaked vagina.
During the next few days Karen felt like a high school girl again, teasing and flirting. In the mornings, as she made Dylan breakfast, she would wear a skimpy robe that revealed her legs. She caught her son stealing several looks at her but pretended as though she didn't notice. She made sure to always kiss him on the cheek before Dylan left for school and noticed that it made him blush and act a little shy. On the following Friday afternoon Karen made sure that she was out by the pool wearing a bikini, sunning herself, when Dylan came home from school. He came out to greet her, then went up to his room which overlooked the backyard. Karen was sure she saw him watching her out of his window and wondered if he was jerking off right then and there. It made her wet, and Karen decided that she couldn't stand the tension anymore. She had to see Dylan jerk-off. She planned on 'accidentally' catching him that very night.
Hearing the quiet snoring sounds of her husband's sleep, Karen slipped out of bed. She put a robe on over her skimpy nightgown and snuck up the stairs to Dylan's door. She waited silently until once again she heard him start to jerk off. For a moment she realized how wrong it was to do what she was about to do, but the wet and tingling sensation between Karen's thighs overcame any sensible thoughts. She opened Dylan's bedroom door and stepped through.
Dylan was caught completely by surprise, laying in bed with erection in hand, he blurted "Oh shit...Mom!!" and quickly pulled a sheet over his naked body.
Karen pretended to act startled. "Oh! Oh Dylan I'm so sorry! I came to ask if you needed any clean clothes for tomorrow..." It was a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of.
Dylan didn't know what to say and just stared at his mother. He couldn't help looking down at her sexy tan legs beneath her robe, which didn't help in subduing the erection that was plain to see beneath his thin sheet.
