As my son Aaron jogged back toward me, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to the flapping in the front of his running shorts. I immediately found myself becoming that little bit flushed, conflicted within as to why I was again looking at his bouncing appendage with such interest.
I put it down to having something to do with my age. Now in my early forties, I was living testament to the increase in the female sex drive in a mature woman. I was constantly feeling horny, the only problem being, my husband rarely appeared to have the interest in fulfilling my sexual needs or satisfying my hot desire. In the previous year or so, I had become a trapped and frustrated middle aged housewife. The feeling that I was gaining weight and the sense of losing my trim appearance had made me decide to start jogging twice a week with my son.
Aaron was precious to me and such a lovely boy. A more handsome nineteen year old version of the man I married. And he was fit with it, his running and workout regime seen him help develop a fine, muscular physique for such a young man. He appeared to be happy that I had asked if I could start jogging with him and he encouraged me no end during our jaunts around the neighbourhood. We jogged twice a week and had been doing so for a couple of months now.
Occasionally we would stop for chats with neighbours or friends that we'd meet around the village or along the local country roads. It was fun, I loved our time together, Aaron and I were growing closer and more relaxed in each others company. As our running progressed, he had entered us both in a half marathon for charity believing that in another couple of months I would be fit enough to run it with ease. I wasn't so sure, although I was shaping up nicely, my legs were looking good and my body was feeling tighter and trimmer already.
When we jogged, looking at my sons sexy body often caused my mind to wander, I'd imagine myself as a young girl again dating young men. My son had unconsciously become an object that triggered my daydreams. But as always being aware that my fantasies emanated from looking at my son I was snapped back to reality and the shame quickly ended my fantasies.
Today was a little bit different, here I was ogling my sons sexy bulge and wondering what joy swung under the soft fabric of his shorts. It was so wrong to be finding myself this curious, but for the first time, I was thinking and wondering about him having sex with some lucky girl. Perhaps it was because I wasn't getting 'it' I wondered if my son was.
I had observed over the last few months he didn't appear to be chasing girls and much tho I had quizzed him on the matter, he always shyly dismissed my probing and teasing. I put it down to the nature of boys being slow to mature but today I wanted to find out if he was dating and what type of girls he went for or if it was possible that he wasn't interested in girls but perhaps something else.
Our run found us enjoying a quiet trail, having driven a few miles from home we had parked up and headed into the large forestry woodland. Being midweek daytime it was peaceful with no-one around apart from nature, the local wildlife and warm sunshine.
I had stopped to re-tie my lace and Aaron had run ahead keeping himself in motion before slowly jogging back to me. We jogged on together and in our conversation I soon found an opportunity to ask if he had found himself a girlfriend yet.
'Oh mum I wish you would stop asking, besides I have found myself a nice girlfriend... I get to jog with you.' He replied.
His reply took me a little by surprise, referring to me as his 'nice girlfriend'. I was both flattered and curious as to what he was thinking. I laughed a little to him and smilingly asked 'Oh, do you think your mum makes a nice girlfriend do you?'
'The nicest anyone could find.' He replied.
Was my son flirting with me, or was he just saying it to make his old mum feel better? I wondered.
'I'm spoken for little boy' I told him '... and even if I wasn't, I'm sure you could find a much younger and nicer sweet thing to date.'
There was silence as we jogged on for a way, Aaron not engaging in the conversation. Perhaps I had closed down his willingness to talk with the 'my being spoken for' comment. Now I was ever more curious.
'So you didn't tell me tho sweetie, are you dating anyone?'
'Not at the moment' he replied.
'What type of girl do you go for sweetheart? Maybe mum could help you find what you're looking for?'
'I've told you' he said 'Someone just like you.'
I believe it's common thing, that boys are attracted to girls that look like their mothers but with Aaron telling me this I did find myself gushing a little. He WAS flirting with me, I was sure of it. As a mother, finding that my son was attracted to me strangely had me feeling excited. I'm certain most mothers love their sons and desire to be loved by them but this was different, here I was finding myself a possible object of sexual attraction for my very own son.
'Oh what do you like about a girl like me?' I asked searching to find out what his thoughts really were.
