All characters are over 18+
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Miranda stood in front of her mirror as the steam of her shower rolled across the ceiling. Admiring her tight, lean, forty four year old body as the condensation beaded down her mirror. Knowing the hours she put into her home gym and the money she spent on it was paying off. Running her brush through her dark brown hair, her brown eyes lavishing on her DD breast that still had some perkiness to them. She had raised her son by herself, when her then boyfriend had fled once she had told him she was pregnant. Jerry was her life, while she did try to date as he grew into a man. Yet they could never measure up to her standards.
Miranda began to wonder how her son would like her neatly trimmed landing strip of hair. Running her fingers through it pondering if Jerry liked bald pussy or one's covered in hair. Her red painted fingernail disappeared into her moistening lips as she thought about her son. Ever since she had accidentally walked into his bathroom while he was showering. She couldn't help, or stop herself from masturbating to the image of her hard, wet naked son. The way the water cascaded down his hard muscle's, the way the soap bubbles gathered around his groin. Wishing that her son would burst into her bathroom, grabbing her by the hips, lifting her onto her sink basin. Forcing her leg's open shoving that hard cock she lusted after into her wet cunt.
Bracing herself on the lip of the sink as her cream coated her fingers. Licking them clean wondering why her son had become so cold towards her. It wasn't until he had started his pre-med college that his demeanor had changed. Then there was the lack of girlfriends she failed to see about her home. She knew he wasn't gay given the numerous phonographic magazines she had found stashed in his room throughout the years. She respected his privacy yet when all the pages had become stuck together that was the only time she would throw them away. No gay man would produce so much cum stuck between 2D breast. What happened to her fun, beautiful smiling, handsome son? Determined to find out the answer as her son's voice rang throughout her home.
Her heart raced Miranda wasn't expecting her son to be home so soon from his night classes. Hastily dawning on her black stain bathrobe hurrying out of her room to greet her son. Ignoring the scowl on his face as her arms wrapped around his neck. Biting back her lustful purr feeling his hard body beneath her. Yet that wouldn't stop her from pressing her large, soft breast into his chest. Hoping, just hoping it would get a rise out of something she longed to feel. Hiding her face behind the curtain of her silken hair, her mouth watering as she felt every muscle underneath her touch. Trying to stop her libido from rising yet that was easier said than done.
"Jeffrey why are you home so early? I wasn't expecting you home until ten o'clock?" Miranda asked as she pushed off of her son. Hoping he didn't see her flushed cheeks, or notice her arousal that was leaking out of her twat.
"The Professor called in sick and no one could be found to replace him," Jeff said brushing pass his mother. He hated when she called him that, it sounded like he was a little kid all over again. "Would you rather that I was out partying to the wee hours of the morning?!" he asked sarcastically looking back at her as he stood in front of his room.
"Don't you dare take that tone with me young man!" Miranda growled placing her hands on her alluring hips. "If you don't like that I take a damn interest in your life you can move out! Go be on your own, pay your own damn way through school!" she yelled waving him off as she marched back to her room. Slamming her door behind her, falling on her bed crying into her comforter hoping Jeff couldn't hear her sobs. Wondering why he was so callous to his loving, caring, sweet mother that only tried to be close to him. Sighing wondering if this was because he didn't have a male figure in his life when he was younger. Could she be the one that caused this to come out in him? No. She wouldn't, couldn't believe she had harmed her child in anyway. Yes the early years of his life was hard on both of them. Yet Miranda knew she did everything to ensure Jeffrey had every he needed, even if she had to go without the companionship she so desperately craved. Determination to get the root cause of her son's attitude burned within her brown eyes. Throwing on a loose top forgoing a bra seeing how it was just the two of them. Her tight yoga pants contoured to her slim, tone legs, highlighting her firm ass she spent so much work maintaining.
Her anger permeated the kitchen as she set their hot, home cooked dinner steamed on their small dining table. Pouring herself a glass of red wine, the bottle landed in a loud thud on the scuffed, dented, chipped table. Her eyes running every blemish in the wooden surface remembering how each one got there.
"Jeff get your ass down here now!" Miranda yelled up the stairs. "If you don't I'm throwing out your dinner in the trash!"
"Fine I'm coming!" Jeff shouted irritably. His heart raced as he viewed his mother, the way her clothes hugged her body ignited his virginal wet dreams.
"Well come on I don't have all bloody night to wait on you," Miranda huffed as she spun around. Wondering what she had just seen her son's eyes. Swearing to herself she was seeing things as Jeff repositioned himself. "Now sit!" she said pointing towards the chair opposite of her. Sipping on her wine as she watched her son dive into his meal. "Jeff what's going on with you lately? Your weren't this irritable cur when you were in highschool, sweetheart I just want to know what happened?" Miranda asked leaning forward placing her glass in front of her plate. Noticing the slight blushing of his cheeks as he glanced up then quickly looked away. "Is it because of some girl you're chasing and hasn't agreed to a date? Or is it because you haven't been fucked lately?" Miranda asked her tongue flicking against her teeth. She nearly laughed herself silly at the shade of red her son's face currently was. "You have been laid before haven't you?" she asked thinking his face couldn't get any redder then it already was. It appeared she was wrong as her son's face burned in a deep crimson.
"No," Jeff said with a low weak shaky voice.
"Oh!" Miranda gasped her mind racing a hundred miles an hour. "Is there some reason why Jeffrey?" Wondering if she could become the woman that brought him into manhood.
"Girls don't like shy, timid, guys with poor social skills," Jeff sighed pushing around his green beans on his plate. Wondering how his mother got him to speak about his lack of a sex life.
"Then maybe you should stop chasing girls and find you a woman," Miranda said drawing out the word. Reaching across the table her hand resting on his forearm. Know how her shirt was allowing her son an unobstructed view of her glorious orbs. Wanting him to gaze at her heavenly mounds as they strained the fabric of her loose shirt. "They can teach you things that girls are too afraid to tread into," Miranda said lustfully. Her sultrily brown eyes longing for him to pick up the hint. Watching as his brow prickled in a light sheen of nervous sweet. Sinking back into her seat wondering if she would see that hard rod. Straining his pants as he pushed his chair back, his meal half eaten as he excused himself. Smiling wickedly into her wine glass as she saw the hard outline of his manhood, as he rushed passed her to hide away in his room.
Thunder roared across the heaven's as Miranda sat in her kitchen contemplating on her son. Lightening flashed across the sky highlighting the dark, empty rooms of her house. Pondering if her son had ever seen a real naked woman before? Not those in his pre-med class. No. Those were too clinical and she knew her son. Once his mind was set on a course a naked body wouldn't affect him. No. A real naked woman there just for the pleasure of pleasing the man of her dream's. Her eyes glanced over as the lightning struck the transformer down the street. The deafening boom greeted their neighborhood as the lights were extinguished from existence. Listening as her son's curses filled her home over the pouring rain that pounded on the roof.
Using the light of her smart phone to as she fished out the silver candelabra she had bought on the off chance of entertaining guest. However, that never came to pass, now it seemed it would be used for her seduction. With the silver plated candelabra and the crimson candles in hand, the white light of her phone leading the way to her room. The soft yellow-orange light played across her tanned skin, as she stared at herself in the mirror above her dresser. Her heart thundered in her ears as the translucent nightie clung to her body. Lightly smacking her cheeks to drive away her doubts.
"Its now or never Miranda! Get in there and show your son what a woman looks like," she said to her mirror self. With a stout nod, grabbing the candelabra from her dresser, silently walking down the hall to her son's room. Miranda's nerves were on edge as the storm showed no signs of relenting its hold upon their neighborhood. The sound if the cascading rain filtered through Jeff's opened windows. Allowing the cool air of the storm to chill his room to a nice tolerable level. Gone was the stagnant humidity that threatened to choke everyone in its stifling embrace. "Jeff honey can I sleep in here with you?" Miranda asked knocking on his door, as the wind teased at her nightie. "Its that its so hot in my room, and yours is so nice and cool," she said smiling inwardly at Jeff's awestruck look. Miranda knew how the light showed off her body, the way the shadows played across her breast. Her light pink areolas standing out against her skin. How the nightie just hovered over the end of her landing strip.