I don't know what the best way is to start this story. I am not a professional writer, not even a native speaker, but I enjoy reading erotic stories and I thought I should give something back to the community and write down what I have experienced.
This story started a couple of years ago. Steve, our son, was 18, just about a year younger than my wife Sarah was as she gave birth to him. My age was 22 at that time. So we became parents at a very young age. Sarah and I, by the way, my name is Alex, are very open-minded if it comes to sex. I am one of those guys who loved to watch his wife showing off her goods, flirting, and even having sex with other guys. We don't do this often, but occasionally if Sarah feels like it and the right guy comes along, we do.
One morning, I was just about to enter the kitchen. Steve was sitting at the table playing with his mobile phone and Sarah was just serving him his cereals from across the table as I just saw how Steve was rising his head and started ogling his mother. First he tried to get a got view of her tits and as she turned around, his eyes were fixated on his mother's ass. I just said to myself, "Sweet hormones, my little boy is becoming a man." Until now, Steve was not too much interested in girls, just in his sport and video games as far as I could tell. I couldn't blame him, his mother's C-cup breasts which were looking much bigger on her slim and rather petite frame, her well-trained body with its firm ass are definitely a looker.
When I noticed that his head turned back to his mobile phone, I entered the kitchen and said, "Good morning!" to my family.
I didn't give it too much thought. I just started watching my son more closely when his mother was around, just for my own amusement. A few weeks later, my son noticed me staring down at his mother's shirt. He must have had a full view of her braless melons. In a split second, he lowered his head and froze, his face flushed. When I went over to them, he thought I was angry, but I just said to my wife that she looked sexy today, gave her a kiss and smiled at my son.
In the evening, my son came to me to apologise for staring at his mother and begged me not to tell her.
"Nothing to apologise for. I told him.
"You're not angry?" he asked.
"Hey, you are just a man and even if she is your mother, she is still a sexy woman". So nothing wrong in my opinion.
"But still, please don't tell her," he begged.
"I think she would understand, but OK, I won't tell her." I replied
"Thanks dad" he replied, obviously relieved.
His face lit up, "So you're not angry at all, Dad?" he asked.
"No, not at all and I don't think your mother would either, maybe surprised but not angry. So no worries."
Since our conversation, Steve had been ogling his mother more and more, even when I was around. I watched him to amuse myself. I even gave him hints like she was braless today, or she was about to get out of the shower, which might give him a chance to catch her braless or even naked for a brief moment on her short walk across the hallway back to our bedroom.
It always led to hot sex with my wife at night because watching them made me so horny. This did not go unnoticed by my wife, and one night she asked me what had been going on with me lately. Every husband knows that if his wife questions him, it's better to confess and try to get a good deal. So I told her what had been on my mind lately. "You little pervert, getting off on your son ogling his mother - your wife," she replied with a smile and continued, "Honey, I noticed a few months ago that your son was trying to get a good look at his mother's body. It is just his hormones. His nature. But you, my dear husband, are a bit of a pervert" she said, bursting into laughter and giving me a kiss.
Over the next few days nothing special happened, or at least I didn't notice it. The next weekend came and I thought this new shirt Sarah was wearing was sexier and more revealing than her usual shirts she wears in the morning. It was a really low cut shirt that showed an enormous amount of cleavage, but the fit was so tight and loose that with every move you could hope to see much more of her delicious breasts.
In the afternoon she was cleaning some high shelves in the kitchen and asked Steven to help her. Now she was wearing a different outfit that I didn't recognise. A simple white tank top that clung to her slim body, made of a material so thin that her aerosols were clearly visible. The hot pants she was wearing were also shorter than usual. They barely covered her ass cheeks. Of course, our son couldn't get enough of his mother's sight. I couldn't blame him. Sarah's view was pure eye candy. "Is she putting on a show for him, me or both?" I wondered. Then I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me and decided to just enjoy the show. Obviously I was not the only one enjoying the show, my son could not hide his hard one.
Over the next week, her outfits went back to normal, except on Thursday, when we watched a film on Netflix together, she wore one of those sheer white tank tops again and sat close to her son. The rest of the week was quite busy for me and I noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
On Saturday, she was wearing the same loose shirt, showing a lot of cleavage again. Sarah was preparing breakfast and Steve sat at the dining table playing with his mobile phone. My wife set the table with bread and plates and leaned across it. Steve took the opportunity to get a good look at his mum's melons. He was literally drooling. His mum's voice jolted him out of his dream. "What are you doing, Steve? Are you staring at my breasts?"
"No - yes - sorry Mum," he stammered with a flushed, bright red face. "Do you like them?" She asked him with a stern look on her face. With a confused look and very quietly, he admitted 'yes', barely audible. Her face brightened, and she said, "Thank you, darling. I take it as a compliment that a young hunk like you still likes my old boobs."
His brain was visibly working to understand what had just happened, "Did his mother actually thank him for staring at her tits?"
"You're not old, you look great," he said quickly with new found self-esteem.
"Couldn't agree more." I threw in. My wife smiled, "You're both naughty but very sweet," with these words and a mischievous smile, she went back to the kitchen to get some things for breakfast.
It was the next day, a lazy sunny Sunday afternoon, my wife was sunbathing in the garden, I was helping myself to another cold beer in the kitchen when my son stepped into the garden. He had just returned from his friend's house. When I returned from the kitchen, I heard my wife say to Steve, "Would you mind putting some lotion on my back, baby?"
"Of course, Mum," he said as he walked over to the sun lounger where his mother lay flat on her stomach, the flesh of her breast pressed outwards. He took the sun lotion from her hands and straddled his mother on the lounge. "Hang on, honey, I don't want any tan lines," she announced, opening her bikini top. To my own surprise, she lifted herself up on her elbow for a moment and took off the whole top. And played herself back down. He rubbed the lotion into his mother's skin. "Don't forget the sides honey, I don't want to get sunburned," my wife reminded her son, pulling her arms over her head. The side swell of her breasts seemed much bigger now. My son put some more sun cream on his hands and began to spread the lotion outwards to the sides of his mother's chest, his fingertips barely touching the side of her breasts.
"That feels good, you could put a little more lotion on the sides," my wife said. As Steven stood up to get the bottle, his shorts couldn't hide his hard-on. I wondered if my wife could feel her son's excitement. Steven went back to work, getting bolder and bolder, until he was working mainly on the flesh that was pushed out of the sides of his mother's breasts.
"Ohh nice honey," my wife almost groaned. I could tell from her face that she was turned on and really enjoying it. After a few more strokes, she was back up to her elbows. So Steve was able to help her and got full access to his mother's breasts for a few seconds. Her bum was now pressing against his groin and there was no longer any doubt that she couldn't feel his raging hard one. "You did a great job darling. Would you mind doing my lower back and legs too, honey? My wife asked my son in a very flirtatious way and lay down again.
"I'd love to, Mum," he replied, moving backwards as he reached for the lotion. My wife's fingers slipped under the side straps of the bikini bottoms and pulled them up so that the little bit that covered her bottom disappeared between her little ass checks. I couldn't see it, but the material must have slipped between her pussy lips as well, making at least a camel toe or even showing her outer pussy lips. The view from there must have been out of this world. I knew she was horny and up to something. I just wasn't sure if this was a show for me, Steve or both of us?
He started on the lower back for a minute as he shyly made his way down to his mother's firm ass checks. He rubbed the lotion gently over his mother's sweet ass, avoiding the inside of her cheeks. "That feels so good, darling," she said in a lusty voice.
With that encouragement from his mother, he took some more lotion and worked on his mother's sexy bottom, still tender but a little more eager. He began to test the waters again, gently pulling his mother's ass cheeks apart. His action was commented on by my wife, "So good, darling. Would you mind massaging me a bit more there? I'm a bit tight there, I overdid it on the treadmill at the gym." This was all the encouragement he needed to work harder on his mother's bottom. He started really kneading and pulling her chests apart, which must have given him the best view of his mother's bum. After a few minutes, she stood up on her elbows. I saw the blush on her cheeks and could tell she was more than just enjoying it, "Oh, thanks for the massage. That was really amazing, baby," she thanked him.
"It's been a pleasure, Mum." My wife sat up when he got up from the sun lounger. He was standing next to her, giving him a full view of her lovely breasts, her nipples hard and sticking straight up in the air as she grabbed her bikini top and put it back on. "I might take you up on that offer." She replied with a smile, staring at the bulge in his son's shorts, not much more than an arm's length away from her. After watching this action, I would not bet on which of us was the most aroused.
Again, nothing happened until Wednesday, when my wife asked Steve if he would like to join us for another Netflix session. The outfit consisted again of that transparent tank top, a pair of tracksuit bottoms that showed off her camel toe, and a tiny, thin velvet choker around her neck that I hadn't seen before. And once again I was fascinated by her activities. The way his mother looked at him, it was a safe bet that he would take her up on her offer. As she was preparing the snacks and drinks for the movie night, she took a sip of her water, and the fizz must have reached her nose and spilled quite a bit of water over her shirt. She immediately grabbed a small towel from the table and rubbed the wet spot, which only worsened it. Her left breast was almost free now. She was making sure he got a good look at her assets as she set everything up. Our son had another obvious hard one before the films even started. She leaned over him and whispered something. I couldn't hear what was being said. She took the thin blanket and sat on his left side, snuggling closer to him and covering them under the blanket. My wife announced, "We're ready to start.
I was more focused on what was happening on the couch, in other words, I wasn't following the film at all. I noticed that my son had his arm over his mother's shoulder as she leaned on his shoulder. It was hard to see, with only the room on the TV screen. But his left hand was defiantly caressing his mother's left tit, but there was also a slight movement on the other side, was she stroking his dick? No, it couldn't be, I saw her right hand. He was caressing himself, with his mother right beside him. I still wasn't sure, could it be that my mind was playing tricks on me? The film scene was short but bright, and I could see him tightening his grip on his mother's breast and making a grimace, so I knew he had just had an orgasm, as my wife's actions proved. She grabbed the small towel from before, which was lying next to her, and reached it under the blanket to him.
