Nancy was just about to go to bed when her phone rang. She considered letting it go to voicemail for a moment. But something told her to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mom."
"David? What's going on?"
"Can I come over? Dad kicked me out."
"Kicked you out?! David, what happened?"
"Can I explain when I get there? Please?"
"Of course, honey. Of course."
"Thanks mom. See you in a half hour."
David was her only son. He was attending college on the west coast and was back in town for the summer. He had already spent a couple weeks with her. Now he was supposed to be spending the next month with his father out in the country. He had only been there a couple days before the phone call asking to come back.
Nancy and David's father had divorced the year before. Once David graduated high school, his father was hit with a major midlife crisis. He bought the obligatory Corvette, started dying his hair and dressing like a teenager. What made the crisis complete was when he started seeing another woman behind Nancy's back. It was a girl from his gym, 20 years his junior. When Nancy found out, she was shattered. She felt old, ugly and worn out. At the same time, she was mad enough to spit fire. She hated David's father for his betrayal. She hated the young chippy he was fucking behind her back. Nancy filed for divorce immediately. She did quite well in the settlement. She got to keep the house and received a nice package of cash and stocks as well. David's father could afford it though. He seemed more than happy to leave his old life, and wife, behind and begin anew with his fresh arm candy.
All of Nancy's friends were sympathetic and supportive. Yet despite their support and the nice divorce settlement, her self-esteem was destroyed. At her friends' prompting, she began going to the gym and eating right. Still, while she may have become an attractive, even sexy 40-year-old in the last year, she'd never see a 20-year-old looking back in the mirror again. The only true spark of happiness in her world was her son. He was handsome, athletic and devoted to his mother. He even wanted to quit school for a while to be by his mother's side when he heard about his father's infidelity. Nancy wouldn't hear of it. She didn't want David to see her crying every night. Not to mention David was doing wonderfully in school. He was taking pre-med classes and was on the dean's list every semester so far.
She savored every minute he was home for breaks and now, the summer. It killed Nancy that he had to visit his father for a whole month. Still, David's father was paying his tuition and all his expenses. It was reasonable to expect him to spend some time over there, over there with the adulterous bum and his whore bitch.
About 20 minutes after his call, David was at the front door. He had a sad, regretful look on his face. Nancy gave him a big hug and ushered him inside. Once he was settled with his bags and all, they sat together on the couch.
"So, what happed, David?"
He looked down at his feet and didn't speak for a moment. Nancy thought it must be something terrible. Davis was clearly searching for the right words. And some courage to speak them.
"When Dad came home tonight, he caught Christy and I on the couch." He said, eyes still staring at his feet.
Christy was the 20-year-old who broke up Nancy's marriage. She was her ex's new wife in all but name. Just to hear her name caused Nancy's blood to start boiling.
"Caught? Caught doing what? Were you having sex with your father's girlfriend?"
David turned to her in denial, but was too ashamed to look at his mother and adverted his eyes again.
"No, no we weren't doing anything. I mean, she was kind of on top of me. I'm sure it looked bad. But I swear we weren't... you know. Everyone was clothed, ok?"
"David, how could you?" Nancy tried to sound disappointed.
"Please mom, believe me. Nothing actually happened. She was being very aggressive. Dad really should be mad at her, not me. But I'm the one who got accused and thrown out of the house. Mom, I swear."
They sat in silence for a couple minutes. Both of them now staring at the floor.
"Listen honey, it's late. I want to talk about this more tomorrow. For now, let's just say good night. I love you and I'm glad you're home."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He cracked a semi-smile and thanked her for taking him in.
As she lay in bed, she had mixed feelings. Part of her was evilly delighted her ex got a taste of his own medicine. Now he felt a little of the betrayal she had been living with for the past year. She hoped he was breaking down with regret at that moment, hating himself for throwing away 20 years of marriage for an untrustable slut who played him for the old fool he was.
But part of her felt something like jealousy, jealousy for Christy getting to do something sexual with her handsome son. She knew her son had been having sex with his girlfriends since he was a senior in high school. They had talked frankly about how sex was a part of dating these days and how it should be done safely and responsibly. She had never been jealous of his girlfriends before. No, she felt Christy didn't deserve the pleasure of getting physical with her boy. If anyone other than David's girlfriends were to enjoy his loving, she though, it should be... her, Nancy.
Wow. Nancy had always been honest with herself, but once she admitted she wanted David sexually, she questioned if she was perhaps too honest. She tossed and turned for a while in bed, trying to put that genie back in the bottle. But it was impossible. Eventually, she knew if she was to get some sleep, she'd have to masturbate. And masturbate to thoughts of her son. Twenty minutes later, she was softly snoring, her pussy wet and swollen after one of the most delicious releases of her life.
The morning was well along when she awoke the next morning. She felt remarkably refreshed and content. She took a moment to savor the feeling. She hadn't felt this way since well before her divorce. She recalled the events of the previous evening, including the amazingly hot masturbation fantasy she had about her son. She wondered at her lack of guilt over it. But not for too long, soon she was skipping down the stairs looking for breakfast. David had left a note. He was going to the Y to swim some laps then pick up dinner for the both of them.
'The dear,' she thought to herself. 'He feels guilty. I'll try a bit harder to ease his worries.'
Around noon, the phone rang. It was Nancy's ex-husband.
"Nancy, is David there? I was a little harsh with him last night and I want to apologize."
Nancy went from calm to enraged in all of 2 seconds.
"You listen to me, you son of a bitch. Don't you EVER throw my son out of your house in the middle of the night. And if that whore girlfriend of yours even so much as touches him, I will personally see to it she never does again. Got it?! Goodbye!"
She slammed the phone down emphatically. After a moment, she smiled to herself. That felt gooood... that felt really good. She had always played the passive victim in her husband's infidelity and their divorce. Well, no more. It was well past the time for the world to know this kitten has claws.
It was late afternoon when David finally returned. He had done quite a bit of shopping. He had bought things for dinner as well as food for the both of them for the next couple weeks. He also bought Nancy a couple bottles of her favorite wine. He poured her a nice big glass and insisted she relax in the other room while he prepared their meal.
Dinner was delicious, grilled salmon with avocado salsa. Still, the conversation was a bit awkward. She didn't tell him his father called. She felt a little guilty about holding that from him. But she wanted to enjoy the evening together with her son. She decided to tell him the next morning and pretend it had slipped her mind.
After dinner, she suggested he take a shower and get comfortable while she did the dishes. Then she'd take a quick shower and they could have a talk about last night. He agreed. Before he went upstairs, she gave him a long, warm hug and thanked him for dinner. She was feeling happy and a little frisky from the wine. She still needed to hear what happened at his father's house the night before. She told herself it was because she was simply a caring, protective mother. But deep down, the intimate details of what happened between her son and his father's girlfriend would be a turn on for her, something to get her going for another intense masturbation session later.
She finished the dishes and grabbed a quick shower. She threw on her typical evening wear; a night dress (which was really just a long t shirt that came down to her knees) and a pair of worn cotton panties. As she walked down the stairs, she realized her large breasts were swaying and bouncing in a most eye-catching way. Not only that, but her dress emphasized exactly where, and how hard, her nipples were. She hesitated for a moment and considered putting on a bra. But then she thought giving her son a little tease would be a bit of wicked fun.
David was waiting for her on the couch. He was wearing only in a t shirt and boxer shorts. He smiled a warm, heart-melting smile as his mother approached. She noticed his eyes were drawn to her unencumbered tits. They played beneath the thin material of her dress as she walked across the living room. She smiled inwardly as he struggled to keep eye contact with her... yet kept glancing down at her free milkers.
She turned off the main lamp in the room and kept on only a small reading light. This set a nice, romantic ambiance. She thought that might put her son at ease. She sat down next to him, almost hip to hip.
"So," she began, placing a hand on his thigh and hunching her shoulders forward for a moment so her braless breasts squeezed together. "Tell me exactly what happened yesterday."
He was able to look at her now as opposed to last night. She guessed the dim lighting helped with that. He took a deep breath and spoke softly.
"Christy said she had something important to tell me. So we were sitting on the couch, just talking. She said she and dad were going to get married, that she was going to be my new mom."
A wave of murderous rage washed over Nancy. Though she managed to keep her composure.
"That fucking ... I'm sorry, honey. Go on."
"Well, she said she was looking forward to spending a lot more time with me."
He hesitated. Nancy could see he was holding something back.
