Sara Townsend came home thinking about a hot shower to wash away the pressures of the advertising office where she worked in the art department, drawing endless pictures of women's shoes. She was already loosening the buttons of her blouse as she walked in the door, headed for the second floor. As she neared her son Brad's room she noticed his door was open a crack and heard the sound of the TV inside, so she slowed and glanced in to get a glimpse of him, her fingers still unconsciously loosening her top and tugging it out of her tight skirt.
She stopped and looked in and saw naked bodies moving in an unmistakable rhythm on the screen of Brad's small TV. The grunts and groans of sex flowed out the open door. Sara was not surprised that her twenty-year old son was watching porn movies. She had to admit he was quite a hunk with a firm tan body and a sweet smile that was sure to melt some hearts and lure some hot babes into his lusty arms. She tried to see his bed to see if he was alone, pressing her head against the door and easing it open a little more in the process.
She saw that Brad was alone in his bed with his pants off and a bulging hard-on in his hand, his eyes glued to the action on the screen. Sara took in a little gasp of breath as she saw her son jerking off. His huge cock was pumping steadily and a light sheen of sweat coated his thighs. She wondered if he was close to erupting, and she touched her left breast with her hand, feeling the nipple through her lacy bra. With a shudder she pulled her eyes away and started toward her own bedroom, but she thought she saw him glance up as she moved away from the door.
As she went into her own bedroom she undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and tossed it onto the chair in the corner, kicked off her shoes, and slid her tight skirt down, wriggling it over the fullness of her hips. She sat down and peeled her pantyhose off, then stood to look at herself in the full length mirror. Her blond hair was curled softly, just brushing her shoulders, her bangs accenting her high forehead, her lips pouting redly in contrast.
Her breasts, still in the low cut bra, were firm and high, her waist slender and smooth. Her hips flared seductively and her legs were trim and shapely. Not bad for thirty-eight, she thought, wondering how she'd compare to the porno actresses that Brad was watching. The memory of her son's huge cock pumping to the sex video sent a shiver through her and she reached inside her bra and pinched her nipples, arousing them to erection, then moved a hand to her silky panties, rubbing her slit through them and feeling a flush of moisture escaping her cunt. She realized she was hot from watching her son, and rubbed more vigorously at her pussy, inflamed by the thought.
She looked once more into the mirror and was amazed to see Brad's face staring at her over her shoulder. She turned to face him, and saw that he had on a T-shirt that barely covered his boxer shorts.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, standing still in her panties and bra and turning to face him, but making no move to cover herself.
"Well, you were watching me, so I thought I'd watch you. Turnabout's fair play."
His voice was warm and seductive and Sara heard the lust in his throaty tone. "Wouldn't you rather watch your hot porn stars romping on the screen?" she said and noticed a hint of lust had crept into her own voice.
"Hell, no. I'd much rather have the real thing, in the flesh. You're pretty hot looking, Mom. And I thought you might've got an eyeful of me, just like I'm getting one of you now."
Sara saw him moving a hand to his crotch, and turned her back to him, facing the mirror again. It was hard to admit, but he had her motor racing. "Maybe you should go," she said hesitantly, as if she hoped he wouldn't. Her emotions were running so high she wasn't sure herself. She looked into the mirror and saw him moving toward her, and she watched the reflection as his hands appeared on her shoulders, sending a shudder of anticipation down her spine.
