It was nearing the end of the summer holidays and Jimmy was bored. He was shooting hoops in the back yard alone. All his friends were on vacation with parents or off to camp and the rest he had seen too much of already! His mom had been divorced from his dad for 5 years and she worked as a hairdresser in town. They didn't have much money and couldn't afford vacations. He had just turned 18 and had begun to look for part-time work that he could carry on with when he went to college. He wasn't having much luck though. He had spent the last couple of days very productively, namely, jacking off to nearly all the pictures in the July 1960 issue of 'Playful Bunnies'. Ok it was a couple of years out of date but who cared about that – dolls were dolls! His friend, Larry had lent it to him, and he was very glad he had! Now, however, it was the weekend which meant his mom was at home and he didn't want her catching him with his pecker out. Or did he?
He had been having weird feelings lately which he put down to being 'a growing boy'. This was his mom's answer to all of his problems. He had broken up with the girl he had been going out with a few weeks ago. She had been a bit prudish about screwing him and he hadn't really enjoyed it. He wanted something wild and dirty. He had thought that she and her friends were childish and stupid and he found more and more that it was the housewives around the neighbourhood with their matronly curves that were attracting his attention. He bet they knew how to screw!
In fact it was his mom more than anyone else recently that had been turning him on. He kept stealing glimpses of her from his bedroom as she wandered from the bathroom to her room, in the mornings and at night, when she wore nothing but her white cotton bra and her panty girdle. Her breasts were full and soft and he longed to squeeze them in his hands. Her stomach and ass were curved and rounded, despite the girdle and he dreamt about rolling it of her hips and over her thighs. Watching her always got him hard and he imagined what it would be like to touch her. The sound of his mom's voice interrupted his daydreaming.
'Jimmy? Jimmy! Get in here and give me a hand will ya?
'Ok, Mom, Just a minute!'
Jimmy sighed, lobbed the ball to the back of the yard and adjusted his pants to hide his hard on.
Sally was in the living room putting dust sheets over the furniture. The room badly needed painted and this weekend she planned to at least begin it. She wished she could afford to get someone in to do it but money was too tight. She was glad she had gotten rid of that creep her husband, but she sure did miss having a man around the house to help with the odd jobs and such. There were other things she missed about having a man in her life but she tried not to let herself think about that. At night she often lay in bed, a hand between her legs, rubbing herself to climax and wishing that something warm and hard was thrusting inside her. But apart from a couple of guys she had dated briefly, she hadn't had proper sex for years.
She had changed into an old shirt that she had ripped the sleeves out off and a pair of cut off shorts – it was a warm day and decorating was warm work. As she climbed the ladder to dust the corners she wished she had left her girdle off too but some habits are difficult to break, she wouldn't have been seen dead without it, not like some of these young floozies you saw walking around. She was 41 and had worn a panty girdle all her adult life, she would probably die with it on too, she laughed to herself.
As Jimmy entered the living room he saw his mom's shapely ass make its way up the old wooden ladder. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and began to regret the abuse he had given himself lately – he seemed to have a permanent boner.
'What do you want me to do, mom?' he asked.
'Oh there you are! Hold this ladder steady while I dust round these corners, hon.'
Jimmy stood at the bottom of the ladders and put a foot on the bottom rung and his hands at each side. He tried to keep his eyes down because whenever he looked up he was greeted by that vision of his mom's ass and every now and again as she moved her shorts rode up and he could see her underwear. It made him wish once more that he could take her underwear off and see what was in there! When they had worked they're way around the room his mom began to climb back down the ladder for the last time.
'Thanks, Sweetie! That was great. You can go back outside now if you want.'
Jimmy was just about to answer an ok when his mom missed her footing and she started to slip off the ladder. He instinctively put his arms up and around her to break her fall. They landed on the floor, Jimmy on his back with his mom on her back on top of him and both his hands were clamped around her breasts. They lay stunned for a second then Sally realised the position they had landed in and made to move off her son. Jimmy couldn't believe his luck! He gripped her breasts tighter.
'Jimmy! I'm ok! I must be hurting you let me up!'
But Jimmy just squeezed her breasts harder. The feeling of his hands on her breasts was having an unwanted effect on her – she could feel her nipples harden at the touch. Her tits hadn't been squeezed like that in a long time.
'Jimmy...?' she began
'Oh, mom. Your tits feel so nice – all squishy and soft,' Jimmy whispered.
'Jimmy let me up this minute! Just what do you think you are doing?' Sally struggled with all her might to be free – she hadn't realised just how strong Jimmy had grown. As she struggled, the buttons on the old worn shirt ripped open and she freed herself by slipping the shirt off. She crossed her arms over her bra covered breasts and looked down at her son as he lay on the floor giggling, with her shirt in his hands. Sally found the sight so funny that she started laughing too. She knelt down beside him and started tickling him.
'What the hell happened there, Jimmy?' she asked.
'I dunno, mom,' Jimmy said in between laughs, 'but is sure was funny!'
'Ok, young man, give me my shirt. I have work to do.'
Jimmy sat up but held on to the shirt. He started picking at the fraying edges at the armholes.
'Mom, I want to touch your breasts again.'
He dropped the shirt and cupped both of his mom's breasts in his hands. Sally gasped in surprise. Without the shirt he could feel her hard nipples even better.
