Tyler and his mom live in Lexington Massachusetts, moved after his parents divorce, after Jenna found his dad fucking the maid. So here we are in Lexington Massachusetts, Jenna, a cardiovascular doctor, Tyler, a high school senior and sports star.
Tyler woke up Saturday morning to an empty house, his mom left a note saying she went to the grocery store and she's be back later. Back up to bed he went, but he stopped at the top of the stairs, and thought, his mom hasn't had a lot of partners since they moved that have lasted longer than a few months. Tyler's curiosity got the best of him, walking into his moms room, he started to look for anything that would signify why. Looking through her drawers, Tyler found it too easy to see why she wasn't dating, she had a box of toys in her dresser, and looking to the right there was one right there on the nightstand, shocked, horrified, and kinda turned on, Tyler reaches over and grabbed the plastic and rubber dildo, it was still warm, and slightly sticky like it was just used. Putting it back immediately, he noticed his cock had gotten rock hard from his discovery? "What the fuck?" He said shocked and kinda horny now. Still looking, he reached to the floor and grabbed the soft red lace fabric of his moms panties, warm and wet? And for some reason, Tyler brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled his moms sex scent, intoxicating and filling his lungs, he grabbed the fabric and we to his room. He had to get his cock down they only other way he knew so he might as well enjoy it.
Laying on his bed naked, scrolling through porn and smelling his moms panties he didn't hear his mom come back home a short time later and much less didn't hear her coming up the stairs, jerking his lubed up cock in a teasing and training pattern, edging as it's known. Jenna called through his door and knocked, "Ty, can I come in?" Waiting just a second, Jenna opened the door and immediately stopped, watching her son masturbate oblivious to her presence. She gazed at what else he was doing. Are those my panties?! Jenna felt a warm wet spot in her leggings, putting her hand over the fabric, she was turned on but disgusted, watching her son jerk his dick while smelling her panties. But oh my god his gorgeous cock. Thick, smooth, long, and a beautiful set of cum filled heavy balls, jiggling with the motions of him jerking that big dick. Deciding not to ruin his fun. Walking back to my bedroom I slipped my hand down my leggings and felt a warm wet feeling. Oh my god. What was I doing? Am I really turned on by the sight of my son jerking that cock smelling my panties?
I pulled my leggings off, and took my sweatshirt off, I needed a shower and shave, stopping in the mirror, I looked at myself, brunette hair, blue eyes, C cup breasts, tattooed on my right forearm, under my left breast, fit and toned body and legs to match. What's not to like? Getting in the shower, I took my suction cup dildo and mounted it against the floor. As I thought about what I saw the more and more turned on I got and the dirtier I felt. It's been months since I've been fucked, and many more since I've had an orgasm from another person. Looking down at my toy I positioned myself over the toy sitting on my soles I slid down the shaft and fucked myself silly, the shower faucet indirectly hitting my clit, my free hand massaging and tweaking my nipples, my moans filled the steamy shower. I came to an orgasm much faster than usual but I wanted another one but decided to wait. Getting out and getting dressed in skinny blue jeans, and t shirt I met Tyler downstairs.
Initially neither one of us made eye contact, my eyes traveled down my sons body, locking gaze along his groin. Having to break the undeniable sexual tension, "how about we go out for dinner tonight?" I asked Tyler. "Sure mom." He responded. I felt his eyes tracing my figure under my clothes, fixing on my chest, and my ass when I bent over to open the dishwasher.
Changing clothes again, I decided to wear a dark blue cocktail dress, and stiletto heels. Tyler wearing dark dress jeans, and decent shirt. Finally small talk broke to more meaningful conversation while eating for dinner. I consciously decided to forego and panties or a bra, instead trying to tempt my son. So it begins; I thought.