From the time my son, David, turned eighteen, I noticed that the way he looked at me held more depth than just that of a boy looking at his mother, especially when I was either in my bikini or walking around in the house in my bra and panties. It made me slightly nervous but I never said anything to his father for fear of coming across like a psychopath or an idiot. Teenage boys were driven by their hormones and not their intellect so I just assumed he was being a normal adolescent.
At 5'6" and 125 pounds, I took excellent care of my body. Many men commented to my face about how beautiful my green eyes matched my red hair. Then, when my back was turned, they fantasized about my 42DD bust and my long legs ending at a tight, firm ass. I still drew the long, lusty looks from both men and boys. My husband didn't mind because he had left me six years ago for a much younger woman. For about six months I was humiliated and tortured by why I failed to keep him. Finally, I woke up one morning and decided it was time to get on with my life, so I changed my hairstyle and bought an entire new wardrobe. Shopping always made me feel better.
Diet and exercise kept me looking pretty good even though I had just turned 38 today - my birthday. David had called earlier in the day from the university to tell me he would be getting home around three in the afternoon. He wanted to take me out on the town to celebrate and for me to dress for a "hot night on the town. " Even though he was my son, I felt a tingle of anticipation that I had not felt in a long time. We had always been closer than most sons and mothers since there had been only the two of us for a long time. I often wondered if he had the same underlying sexual urges that I had suppressed for years.
I walked into Macy's department store with a pretty good idea of how I wanted to dress for my "date" that night. I wanted David to be proud to be seen in the company of his mother, so I thought I would try to find something that would knock everyone's socks off when they saw me. As I flipped through the racks of dresses, I stopped at a black number with spaghetti straps. Taking it to the dressing room, I also spotted a very sexy bra and panty combo that would go perfect under this dress.
In the dressing room, I tossed off my t-shirt and shorts and pulled on the dress. Since my bra would be in the way of the straps, I shucked it off and let my boobs swing free. Still firm and hardly any sag. I stood in front of the mirror and admired my body. Taking a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I tweaked it until it stood straight up. I even felt a moistening of my pussy as I played with my tits. Breaking my reverie, I pulled on the black dress and turned sideways to see how I looked. I was hot, even if I had to say so myself. The dress clung to every curve of my body as if it were a second skin. My breasts were still full, firm and had no sag.
"Hell," I mumbled to myself, "I don't even need to wear a bra.... or even panties for that matter. At my age, I should enjoy being sexy. "
Then I realized that I had been preparing for my birthday dinner as if I were going on a date with a man my age and NOT my son. I could feel the blush of my cheeks as I wondered what in the world got into me. I guess I had not been with a man in so long, I had forgotten that David was just my little boy. Although, at 6'5" and 220 pounds, he was more of a man than most I knew of. His athleticism won him a scholarship on the basketball team. Combined with his long dark hair and green eyes, I had heard that he had also won him a large following of coeds dying to "jump his bones," as his friends told me.
When I got home, David's car was already parked next to the garage so I could park inside.
"David?" I asked as I went inside. There was no answer but I heard the shower upstairs, so I knew where he was.
I went up to my bedroom to hang up my new dress for tonight, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into a pair of cutoff jeans. Since I had been in the habit of going braless around the house, it never occurred to my to put one on so I slipped an old t-shirt on and tied the tail of the shirt into a knot exposing just an inch of my flat tummy. I heard the bathroom door open and listened to David hum a tune as he shaved. Thinking I would surprise him, I sneaked toward the bathroom door.
"Surprise!" I yelled, springing in front of the doorway. And we both were.
Startled, David wheeled around quickly toward me, unable to hide his nakedness fast enough. As an emergency room nurse, I had seen plenty of cocks in my time but very few to compare with what I had just seen. David's body whirled around and his cock followed. It must have been at least 8 or 9 inches long in a "soft" condition, and it swung freely from one thigh to the other before David's hand went down to cover himself.
"Sorry," I gasped as I quickly ran downstairs to the kitchen. It had only been a split second, but that one glimpse was enough to arouse my much neglected pussy to a state of wetness. I was shocked that I had been turned on by seeing my own son's cock.
"This is not right," I thought to myself as my hand went inside my jeans. I inserted my finger into my pussy and rubbed my clit for a second before realizing that I was masturbating. I instantly pulled my hand out of my jeans and wiped my glistening finger on them. The smell of pussy juice permeated the room, and I hoped it would be gone before David came down to the kitchen.
