Miranda Bates slowly opened her eyes, letting in the morning Florida sun. God, she loved Saturday. It was the one day she allowed herself to sleep in. Her husband went golfing, and no work; the perfect day to be a sloth.
As her hand rose to idly brush the hair back from her face, she froze. Her fingers finding the sticky strands, adhering to her cheek. Searching herself, she finally found what she was looking for. The small, sticky puddle just between the juncture of her breasts; then another on her right shoulder.
Rising from her bed, her mind raced. 'Again?' Jesus Christ she had to do something about this. This was the fourth time. The first had been about a month ago. At first she had thought she had been sweating during her sleep. The second time, she knew it wasn't sweat.
Miranda stepped into her bathroom, glancing over her body in the mirror. Her looks were something she had always been proud of. At 42 her 36D breasts still hung proud on her chest. The slight sag giving them more curves instead of detracting from their shape. Her slim waist ended in flared hips that accentuated the curve of her ass cheeks.
'Not bad bitch', she thought. Her eyes scanned over her body. There it was. The small collection just above the juncture of her breasts...the one on her shoulder. Another, larger one along her side.
Her fingers dipped into the one at her breasts, then rose to her nose. She was immediately overwhelmed by the strong odor of male musk. She felt her nipples immediately respond to the stimulation, hardening to small pebbles. As a heat spread between her thighs.
Before she even realized what she was doing, the finger slipped between her lips and she savored the taste of male cum on her tongue. Even as her clit throbbed with desire, she quickly pulled the finger free. "What the fuck am I doing' she thought.
Knowing her husband Dan, she knew it a heartbeat, this was not him. Ten years her senior, they had endured the prostate surgery that had saved his life, but destroyed sex forever. Now, a year after the surgery, the sensation of having a bare cock rammed deep into her was almost a distant memory.
No, it wasn't Dan. That left only one male in the house; Kyle, her nineteen year old son! For the last couple of years, Miranda had known about her sons' use of her panties in his masturbation fantasies. That he would have the nerve to stand over her sleeping body, and jerk off stunned her. Let alone, he was doing it with her husband, his father, sound asleep beside her.
She had tried staying awake to catch him, but the infrequency had left her with her guard down every time.
For the rest of the day, she watched her son roam the house, play his video games, and like her just relax. As Miranda relaxed in her chair reading, a part of the steamy novel suddenly clicked in her head. The lovers in her story had arranged to meet on the same dates every year. Their rendezvous an annual event.
As she reached up to brush her hair back, it hit her. Of course, the same day. My God, she thought, why didn't I think about it. Every time it had been a Saturday morning she had awoken to find drying semen on her.
The one day of the week Kyle didn't have classes or work. He always kept his Saturdays free. His 'me' day. The fact her sons hot cum was not totally dry, meant that it wasn't in the middle of the night, but more towards morning when he made his 'visit'.
The next Friday...Miranda set her phone to vibrate at 6am. Slipping it under her pillow, she thought this would wake her, without disturbing Dan.
The following morning, she was awakened by the buzzing under her ear. Shutting off the phone she lay in bed silently, waiting.
For two hours she lay awake, waiting. Nothing beyond the rising sun came into her room that morning. Sighing in frustration, she rose and started her day. Maybe next week, she mused.
The following Friday, Miranda nearly did not set her alarm. It wasn't until she was in bed that it struck her. Knowing Dan was sound asleep beside her; she retrieved her cell phone and set the alarm. Slipping the glowing device under her pillow.
Once again, awakened at 6am. The 42 year old mother waited in the creeping dawn. After over a half an hour, she started to slowly drift back to sleep. Then, she heard it. The unmistakable sound of her bedroom door easing open.
Opening her eyes to slits, not giving away she was awake, Miranda watched as her son quickly crossed the bedroom to stand beside her side of the bed. She was stunned to realize Kyle was totally nude.
