"I've left dinner for you in the microwave," Jen smiled as she leaned in to give her son a peck on his cheek.
"You know I can manage on my own Mom." Dan smiled. "I do the cooking at Uni and have survived just fine!"
"I know sweetie." Jen patted his face lightly. "It's just that a mother loves to look after her son. Now, I'll try not to be late. I hate having to go out like this but I need to update some figures for the marketing proposal tomorrow."
"Ah! Don't bore me with your work Mom, I understand... just go. Go and finish what you have to do. I'll be fine."
Dan walked his mother to the car and watched her drive away. Susan glanced into the rear view mirror and smiled as her son waved at her. She raised her hand out of the window as she sped off.
Dan was 20, and in second year of University, doing a course in Industrial Design in the state up north. His parents had divorced two years ago and his father had moved to Asia. His mother lived alone in a small town house and Dan was on his semester break.
Dan always wondered why his parents had divorced. His mother was 21 when she had married Jonathon Feston, himself all of 23 years, and Dan had been born just over a year later. They had both seemed like such a loving couple and it certainly wasn't because his mother had 'lost' any of her beauty. Heck, at 41, Susan Feston nee Carter could pass off as a sprightly 30 year old. Rumour had it that his father had shacked up with a little Asian beauty in his frequent travels. His mother wasn't the kind to belittle or say nasty things about his father and all she ever said was "sometimes there are things that you just can't control." So Dan never really found out.
As soon as the car disappeared over the crescent of the hill, Dan darted back into the house and ran upstairs. He stood waiting at the window for a little while, checking to make sure his mother hadn't forgotten something and had to return. When enough time had passed, he made his way into his mother's room and headed straight for her laundry basket.
Rummaging in her dirty laundry, he found what he was looking for. He fished out two pairs of soiled panties -- one beige cotton highcuts and another black with lace trim. The black panties had smudges of white crust at the crotch area. Dan's cock was rigid with lust as he held his mother's panties in his hand and brought it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, taking in her strong womanly scent. "Ohhh.. Mother....." he moaned as he pressed the skimpy material to his nose.
He jerked his cock into the white panties while sniffing his mother's scent. His mind filled with lewd images as he imagined his mother in various stages of undress. He jerked harder and as he felt himself about to erupt, he sucked on the white, crusty bits coating the crotch of his mother's panties. "Unnhh...Mommm,,," he moaned as his cock spit and throbbed its load into his mothers panties.
** ***** **
Jen looked at the clock on the dashboard as she drove home from office. She had finished amending the figures faster than she expected and it was just past eight-o-clock. She wondered if Dan had eaten and she hoped he hadn't so she could join him for dinner. It was so nice having someone in the house again. She was glad he was home for the holidays and only wished he didn't have to return to his chosen University, interstate. He had mentioned that he may look for a transfer to the local University and she hoped he was serious about that.
She felt her heart quickening as she thought of Dan. Had she mistaken the look in Dan's eyes as he had walked her out to the car? Had she imagined him trying to look up her skirt as she stepped into the car? And then that downward glance as she adjusted herself into her seat, trying to look down her blouse at her tits. Had she imagined all that or was her son 'checking her out?'
And why did that send shivers of excitement shooting through her. Jen tried to clear her head. Dan couldn't have been doing all those things. He couldn't. She was his mother and surely her son wouldn't be harbouring thoughts like that about her.
She shook her head as
It was illicit. It was taboo. It was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Yes, but it was delicious too...
Jen inhaled audibly as the thought crossed her mind.
I wonder what his cock looks like.
"Stop it." She said aloud to herself. "He's yours son. Just stop it!"
But she couldn't deny the fluttering in her stomach. She hardly realised how much she had been thinking of Dan as she almost overshot the turnoff to her home. Shaking her head again, rather firmly this time, as she turned into her lane and a few meters down into her own driveway.
"Just get a grip of yourself." She reminded herself as she walked up to her door. Turning the key, she unlocked the door and let herself in. She suddenly felt tired. "I'm home" she called out. "In the kitchen, Mom." She heard Dan call out. "Just finishing up dinner. Sorry I didn't wait for you but I was kinda hungry."
She walked in just as he finished his sentence and he was seated at the table grinning up at her. "Not to worry dear." Jen replied softly. "I wasn't really hungry anyway."
She noticed it again. The Look he gave her. It was done surreptitiously, almost unperceivable. But she detected it. He was giving her the once over, checking out her wares. His eyes moved to her tits first and then down to her ass and then to her long legs. Jen knew she had lovely legs. Then they ran up to her tits again.
Jen felt her nipples hardening and that agonising feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Jen groaned inwardly, silently. She didn't want to feel this way about her son. She Couldn't feel this way about her son.
But its soooo delicious.
She hated the way her thoughts were betraying her. She moved into the kitchen to get a drink and as she passed Dan, she glanced downward. He was wearing a loose pair of shorts and she silently wondered what he was hiding beneath his shorts. She poured herself a glass of milk and leaned against the cupboards.
"You look kinda tired Mom." Dan looked up at her as he mopped up the sauce on his plate with a chunk of bread.
"I am." Jen replied. "Dunno why but I'm feeling kind of tired. Maybe I just need a shower."
Her breath caught in her chest and her heart skipped a beat as Dan moved his legs and began to get up. He wasn't wearing anything under his loose shorts and as he opened his legs, she caught a glimpse of his cock. It was thick and long -- even in its relaxed stage.
Hell! I wonder where he got that from! Certainly not from his father!
"I-I'm going to take a shower." Jen said quickly, wanting to take her mind off the cock that she had just seen.
"Wait." Dan stopped her. "Why don't I give you a massage before you shower. Remember I told you I took some physio classes as part of Football training?"
"Uhh.. I-I don't know." Jen mumbled. "Maybe I'll jus go shower."