Milf Deliberately Flashes Son

It is only a fantasy and everyone is over 18yo. Thank you for the help with the story and spelling! It is mostly teasing but I hope you like this!

The previous night was the most arousing and humiliating of my life.

"Ughhh! Mom I'm... I'm sorry mom, fuck-" my son had moaned, as a long rope of thick cum had shot out from his throbbing cock, smacking me in the face and sliding down my chest.

My cheeks flushed red at the memory.

You can still see his veiny cock twitch and bounce.

You can still hear him moaning, staring at your naked body.

You can still feel his cum sliding between your breasts.

You can still taste his cream on your lips.

You can still have more.

I shake my head to dislodge the temptation and focused my thoughts.

"Yesterday was a mistake, today does not have to be" I said firmly, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.

A few weeks ago I would have seen a woman well past her prime.

A chubby pale body with some cellulite; a plain face with too many wrinkles, and gray roots in my hair no matter how hard I try to dye them. An oversized booty, large belly and fat thighs. Even the sparkle in my dark amber eyes had gone.

That was a few weeks ago.

Today, I saw a curvaceous ivory fertility goddess; a pretty and mature face, and rich blonde hair streaked through with life. A plump round butt, a soft stomach and thick sexy legs. My eyes shone like gemstones in the bright mirror lights.

"Not so bad" I smiled widely, holding my arm across my chest and turning sideways to inspect myself.

Bouncy with confidence I jumped under the hot water and took a long steamy shower, as if the water would clean away my thoughts.

Clean I stepped out onto the mat, taking the shower cap off and reaching for a towel. The only fresh one on the heated rack was a small white guest towel, hardly big enough to wrap around my thigh. A terrible thought rushed into my mind.

Remember how you accidentally flashed your son with a towel just like this one? God, it was so hot, wasn't it? You could do it again...

Even as my throat began to dry and my nipples stiffened, I shook my head.

My son had left without a word the night before, and had not come back yet. I could walk around the house naked all day and it would not matter, he wasn't here.

Dry but naked except for the guest towel wrapped around my hair I walked back to my bedroom.

I sat on my dressing stool and let my hair dryer drown out my thoughts. As soon as the machine was switched off they came back.

Nobody will find out. It's harmless. It's fun! Live a little bit...

I tried to focus on brushing my hair. When that did not work, I focused on my makeup.

Remember his twitching, thick cock and heavy smooth balls...

I cursed and finished getting ready. I put on a plain white bra and panties; then a pair of dark navy jeans, my favorite pair of leather ankle boots, a nice floral t-shirt and a pure white sweater. Even through the layers and my bra the outline of my hard nipples were visible.

I locked my house door behind me and sat behind the wheel in my SUV. It was time for Sunday Mass.

"I will be pure and white like my sweater" I reassured myself in the mirror, applying some nude lipstick.

I will not think about my son's beautiful cock squirting sticky cream on to my face...

"I will not think about sinful things" I frowned at myself and pushed the button to start my car.

My thighs were squeezed together tight for the entire drive. It was a cold day but my cheeks were bright red and hot as I walked inside the church. I could not even look people in their eyes so I sat on the back row and looked at my shoes pretending I was praying so nobody would approach me.

They'll know what you did. They'll know you flashed your big tits to your son and made him cum.

If it was not mass I would seek confession, but even there could I admit my thoughts out loud?

If you admit that you want to slide your son's cock inside of you, they will judge you for it. They will know what a horny whore you truly are. They can probably already tell what you are, that you want your own son to smack your shiny butt cheeks and...

My face burned hot and I felt like I was going to faint. People were looking at me.

"Ms Wazny?" the priest asked me again, concerned. "What are you grateful for?"

I had been daydreaming about my son again.

"Oh I am grateful for family" I replied quickly. It was not even really a lie.

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The entire day I felt sick and sweaty and guilty. I had jogged back to my car and not spoken with anyone in paranoia after mass.

At home I walked nervous, fighting with my self.

Why is it sinful? It is only bad if he gets you pregnant, no? You are a woman, he is a man, it is actually very natural...

"No! Damn this!" I groaned, feeling my whole body as if it is on fire.

Do not deny your intuition. A woman's intuition is always right and yours says to grind your big booty on your son's abs...

"Shut up!" I hissed, tired and angry. I must look like a crazy lady if any body could see me fighting with my self!

You want his hard, muscled young body. He wants your soft, curvy mature body. It will be like magic. Stop denying it!

Some how, I survived the rest of the day, but went to my bed more frustrated then ever in my life. My son had still not come home or messaged me. I put my night slip and sleep mask on and went to sleep.

I could hear some kind of rustling noise. Too tired to move I lifted my sleep mask and saw the unmistakable outline of my son in a dim light. I was just about to speak when I noticed he was rustling through my knickers drawer!

Lie back down. Pretend you are asleep. Let your hunky horny son jerk his cock with your panties...

I wanted to scream but I could not fight the voice in my head, not with out alerting my son that I was awake and what would happen then?

There was a noise of the drawer closing and soft foot steps closer to my bed.

"Fuck you're so hot mom..." I heard him whisper to himself, so quietly to not 'wake me up'.

I stayed perfectly still.

There was a quiet 'click'.

He is taking pictures of you! Show off for him! It is harmless!

Unable to fight and with no excuses left I twitched as if asleep, and pushed the blanket down a bit. I could feel how painfully hard my nipples pushed against the slip and how much my hard breathing made my chest rise and fall.

"Oh fuck yes..." he moaned almost silently, followed by several 'clicks'.

Pretending that I was asleep but maybe disturbed by the noise I rolled over, lifting a leg over the blanket so my booty was on display.

That's it! Show him your big pale ass cheeks. It will get his thick cock so throbbing hard...

"God yes, such a fat ass, mom" he sighed, followed by more quiet 'clicks'.

I almost gasped and nearly revealed I was awake when I felt his hands delicately lift the slip higher.

I did not need any dirty demon whispering in my mind anymore. I pouted and fake yawned as I rolled on to my back, thick thighs spread and tight hairy pussy fully on display. I had not worn any underwear with the slip that night.

Matt did not say anything, but the quiet grunts and 'clicks' told me he liked it.

Exaggerated to not shock him I 'woke up' very slowly, yawning and stretching, my sleep mask still in place.

"Ooh why is my pussy so wet? I must be dreaming of Matt's big cock and yummy cream again..." I moaned wickedly.

With one hand I traced the outline of my lips and with the other I squeezed a puffy nipple.

There were lots of 'clicks' now and heavy breathing. I wasn't sure if my son knew he was caught or not.

I lifted my hips up and circled my clit, scratching through my mound erotically. I pulled my big bouncy melons free and in a very slow movement took the sleep mask away.

I still did not dare open my eyes, as I rubbed and tugged and moaned.

I could smell his hard young cock it was so close to me!

Do it Lucia! You are so wet and your legs are spread. Your sexy son is so hard for you and he is right there! Open your eyes. Tell him to fuck you. To make love with you! Do it! Do it!

I opened my eyes.