It was a Friday afternoon, a beautiful sunny day and I was on my way home to start a two-week vacation. My name is Paula, I am 36, and I work as an attorney for a large law firm in the city. I have been widowed for 6 years, sadly my husband was killed in an auto accident leaving me to raise our son, James alone, it has been very hard trying to combine my career and raising James and probably because I feel I have neglected him over the last couple of years I tend to spoil him now more than I should. James is a very quiet, shy boy, he does not have many friends, preferring to spend most of his free time home, either using his computer or reading, or on his latest craze - working out.
I love James very much, he's all I have now, the only man in my life and now that my career is running smoothly I can concentrate more on him. When I got home there was no sign of James, feeling hot and sticky I decided to go right up, shower and get changed, my bedroom door was open and as I neared it I could see James in my room, he seemed to be going through my dirty washing hamper, what could he be doing I thought, I ducked back out of sight and looking through the crack of the door saw James take out a pair of my used panties and hold them to his nose and start to smell them, he did this with the others then he sat in my chair, unzipped his pants and holding my panties at his nose with one hand he started to play with his dick with the other, then wrapping my panties around his dick he jerked himself off.
This was new to me, of course I new James was growing up, maturing, it was only natural he would want to explore his sexuality but was it normal for a son to want to use his Mom's panties in order to jerk off? I quietly made my way back downstairs and this time opened and closed the front door, slamming it shut, I called out, "James, I'm home, are you here?" and went into the kitchen to make a coffee.
James came into the kitchen, "Hi mom, had a good day?" he asked, I told him I had and that I was looking forward to spending time with him over the next two weeks, we chatted for a while till I said I was going to take a shower and get into something comfortable. I went up to my bedroom to get undressed, when I put my clothes in the hamper I picked out the panties he had used, they were soaked with his cum, James had jerked himself off into my panties. All night I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen, I began to notice things I had not noticed before, it looked like James was taking more of an interest in me as a woman, he was looking at my body, he sat next to me while we watched TV, I saw his bulge in his trousers, my darling little boy had a hard-on, it was then that I realized then that James was no longer my little boy, James was now a young man.
Next day while James was out at the pool I went into his bedroom to tidy up, as I was putting things away I found some porn magazines and a scrap book in a box at the bottom of his wardrobe, not wanting him to know I had been in there I put them back and later when he went into town and I knew he would be gone for a couple of hours I went back and got them out. The magazines were certainly XXX, real hardcore porn, some of the pictures had been cut out, I opened the scrap book and saw that he had stuck a selection in there, pictures of girls sucking men's dicks, girls getting fucked, girls with dicks up their asses, girls with cum over their faces, he had cut out and pasted in a selection of stories, when I read them they were all the same theme - Incest, sons having sex with their mom's, fathers and their daughters, then when I turned to the last pages I was shocked, there was a picture of a girl getting fucked, only James had replaced the girls head with a picture of me, next to it was a hand written story by James detailing him having sex with me.
I put everything back the way I had found it and went downstairs, I made myself a drink and sat, thinking about what I had seen, James needed help, I decided then that it wasn't good or healthy for him to learn about sex from porno magazines, he would get the wrong idea of what it was all about, he would miss out on the loving, caring side of sex, he had to be told there was more to it, If only his dad was still alive maybe things would have worked out differently but it was my duty as a parent to educate him as best as I could and I intended to do just that.
When James returned from town I was at the pool sunbathing, he got changed and joined me. I was wearing a tiny bikini and throughout the afternoon James couldn't take his eyes off me, as I was wearing dark sunglasses he couldn't see that I too was watching him, I noticed the bulge he had in his swimsuit, after a while I called James over and asked him to oil my back, as he rubbed the oil over me I saw his bulge getting bigger, he finished and sat on the floor next to me, I turned to him and started to chat, I asked him how things were going at school, then about his friends, did he have a girlfriend yet?
He told me he didn't, "Why do you ask mom?" he said.
I sat up and said, "James, you are growing up, you are not a boy any more, if your dad was still alive he would sit and talk with you - man to man, you know, about the facts of life and everything" I wasn't making a very good job of it, "What I'm trying to say James is....well, if there is anything you want to talk about, if there is anything bothering you or something you want to discuss with me, anything at all I want you to know you can come to me any time, and I mean anything" I asked him if he had done sex education at school, he said they had then jokingly added "don't worry mom, I haven't put it into practice yet" "I'm glad to hear that" I replied. I lay back on the lounger, closed my eyes and thought about how I could continue his 'education'.
I must have dozed off, I opened my eyes and saw James sitting close to me, staring at my body, he saw I was awake, "Mom, did you really mean it when you said I could talk to you about anything?" he asked.
"Anything you want" I told him, "Well there are a couple of things I am not sure about but I don't know if you are the right person to ask, I mean.....I feel embarrassed"
"James, there is no need to be embarrassed, I promise you, tell me what's bothering you"
"Ok, well it's....its about kissing, most of the guys at school go on about the girls they have kissed but I've never done it, I don't know how to, I would probably get it wrong and look like an idiot, how do I know if I'm doing it right? Would you show me how to kiss?"
I sat up, "Kissing is no big deal James, people kiss in different ways, what's right for some is wrong for others, to be truthful with you it gets better with practice, some people keep their lips closed, some open them and let each others tongues explore their mouths" again he asked me to show him, I didn't think it no big deal. I stood up, "Ok, come here, show me how you would kiss a girl" he stood and walked to me, I leaned forward and our lips touched, I felt his tongue try to part my lips, I opened my lips and his tongue darted into my mouth, his hands went to my shoulders, pulling me closer to him, my tits squashed against his bare chest, everything seemed to happen so fast, he kissed me deeply.
I could feel his dick now pressing into me, as I said, this all happened in a few seconds but seemed longer, I pushed him away, breaking our kiss, "Wow, for someone who says he has never kissed before I would say you've got nothing to worry about" I told him.
"Did I do it right?" he asked.
"You did fine, just fine" I said, sitting down. James sat there quietly, apparently deep in thought, I asked him if there was anything else bothering him, he blushed a little and said, "Well, to be truthful mom there is a whole lot about sex I am not sure of, I mean I know about making babies and all that but it's the rest that worries me" A few weeks ago while I was looking through the video tapes at the rental shop I remembered seeing a sex education tape, I told James that if he wanted me to I would get the tape and watch it with him, explain things to him that he was 'not sure of' he said he would like that so that afternoon I picked up the tape and told James we would watch it later that evening.
After dinner I showered and changed my clothes, ever since my kiss with James this afternoon I had felt very horny, I decided that seeing I had become his big interest I would give him a treat and picked out a very sexy, revealing dress, I didn't bother with a bra, I looked in the mirror, the dress was so low cut my nipples were almost visible, I put on a tiny pair of lacy, black panties, black stockings and a black suspender belt, I put on fresh makeup, then looking in the mirror again I began to have second thoughts, 'what am I doing' I asked myself, here I was making myself look sexy, about to sit and watch a sex education video with my son, was I doing the right thing?
I decided that if he was to learn about sex I wanted to be the one who taught him, showed him and taking a deep breath I went downstairs. James was sitting watching TV, when he saw me come in he stood up and said, "Wow! you look great mom" I thanked him and poured myself a drink, a large strong drink, I was actually shaking with nerves.
"Right" I said, "Come and sit next to me on the couch and we will watch the video, and remember James, promise me if there is anything you are not sure about or want to ask me don't be embarrassed, ok?" he told me he would and we sat and started to watch the film. The first part wasn't too bad, it dealt with a couple meeting, then skipping to a later stage when they started to kiss and pet each other, then going that bit further where they touched and played with each other, now both naked. I stopped the tape and asked James if he was ok with what he had seen up to now.
"I guess so mom" he said, but when he touched her...her", then he pointed at my tits, "what should I call them mom, breasts or tits?"
I told him that people used both words, "You call them what you want James, whatever makes you feel comfortable"
"Ok mom, well when he touched her tits, should he be gentle with them, I mean would it hurt if he squeezed them too hard? I explained that women liked to be treated gently, that it wasn't nice to do things to them that they didn't like.
"are tits soft mom? I have often wondered what it would be like to touch one, can I feel your tits mom?" I had expected this.
