Michael was a young guy, 18 years old. He lived with his mother, Sophie, while he finished his last year of high school. His father had sadly passed away many years ago when Michael was still young.
His mother got pregnant with him when she was 18. After Michael's father died she struggled to find time, as a young single mother, to date and had remained single.
She was a tall blonde with 32D tits, and alluring blue eyes. She worked as a yoga and fitness instructor at the local gym and so was in perfect shape with a flat stomach and a firm ass. When she wasn't at the gym she loved to take care of her appearance and always wore tight dresses and high heels with immaculate makeup.
She had been given the week off work whilst they installed new equipment at the gym. Michael had left quietly for school leaving her to enjoy a lie in. She woke up late in the morning and slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.
On days when she was home alone she loved nothing more than wandering around the house in her baggy night shirt that she slept in. On warm summer days, like this one, she would go without underwear, just the tshirt protecting her modesty.
On the way to the kitchen she passed a full length mirror in the hall. She stopped to admire herself, she was looking good. She lifted her tshirt slightly at the back, her ass was looking incredible, those squats were paying off.
Feeling a little naughty she pulled the tshirt over her head and stood naked in front of the mirror. Her large tits were still firm, her nipples were slightly stiff. She softly pinched her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her fingers. She had a small tuft of blonde pubic hair above her soft pussy.
As she let her hands explore her naked body she grew excited. Making the most of the deserted house she walked naked into the living room and lay on the sofa and opened her legs wide.
She slowly ran her hands along her inner thighs inching towards her moist sex. Her clit swelled up in anticipation, protruding from its hood. She sighed with delight as her finger eased inside her wet love hole. She worked her fingers in and out, coating them in her juices. Grasping her tits with her free hand she pounded at her snatch furiously, the smell of wet pussy filled the air as her cum dripped down her leg.
She panted and moaned as she felt her climax approaching, her cunt was radiating heat as it dribbled with cum. She threw her head back and drove her fingers deep in her twat. She was about to cum, she could feel it approaching just as she heard a grunt.
She quickly sat up and took her sodden fingers from her pussy. Looking up she saw her son Michael stood there with his cock in his hand with a raging hardon. He panicked and pulled up his pants and ran off into his bedroom.
Michael was a tall and handsome boy who took after his father. He was 6'1 and had dark hair and brown eyes. He had a strong jaw and a toned muscular body.
She sat there panting, bright red with embarrassment and took a moment to gather her thoughts then put her top on and went to Michael's door and knocked.
"Michael honey, can we talk please?"
"Go away, leave me alone."
"Please, let's talk."
She heard no reply so let herself in and saw Michael lying face down on the bed, his head buried in his pillows. She sat on the bed next to him and put her hand on his back.
"Mike, I'm sorry you walked in on me doing that." She said softly. "Sometimes I just need to relieve myself."
"Yeah." Came the muffled reply from the pillow.
"You must have needed it too. Is that why you got aroused watching me?"
Michael looked up from his pillow.
"Yeah, I don't know what happened, I saw you and one thing led to another."
"That's O.K. Mike."
"I've just been needing to do it so much recently, I don't know why."
"I know how you feel."
