Preface - This story is the result of an email exchange that I had with a reader of my previous story that I have come to regard as a friend. He shared some of the things that had transpired between he and his mom (including some pictures for confirmation purposes). I was intrigued and wanted to retell the story and include what I suspected might be what her thought process was as they explored new boundaries in their relationship. Some of the story is based on actual events and some is poetic license that I have taken. Enjoy.
Ashley Johnson stepped back and took one last look at herself in her full-length mirror, smoothing the lines on her navy linen, knee length pencil skirt and light blue silk blouse. Her tanned legs required no stockings and were nicely complimented by the stiletto heels she wore. She turned to make sure there were no visible panty lines, running her hand over her skirt covered rear. One last look at her light brown hair with blond highlights and perfectly applied makeup and she approvingly turned off the bathroom light, grabbed the matching jacket, and headed to her son's car that had just arrived in the driveway.
Ashley didn't normally get to dress up like this a lot. Since her divorce several years ago, she mostly busied herself with her work as a digital marketing manager for a large retailer. For the most part Ashley enjoyed the solitude of activities that she could do by herself. She enjoyed walking the trails in the woods near her home, or swimming at a nearby gym she had joined. There were no shortage of men asking her out but she declined the offers more often than accepting them. Most of her social interaction involved church activities (which she regularly attended), or business-related lunches, or the occasional campout with her son or a few friends. But this was a special occasion. She was being honored as the Employee of the Year at her company's annual dinner. Since she didn't have a "significant other" in her life at the moment, she invited her son, Patrick, to escort her.
Patrick Johnson looked dashing in his navy-blue pin stripe suit, white shirt and coordinated paisley tie. His brown hair was just long enough that it started to curl but he kept it stylish by using a touch of gel. He was still trim from his days of playing defensive back for the small college he went to for his undergrad degree. Now he was 28, and three years past getting his MBA. He was in the management development program for a large company with a regional office in central New York. Part of the reason he chose that company instead of the other offers he had received was because working there allowed him to move back to his home town giving him about a 20-mile commute to work. And he was less than a mile from his mom's home.
For years Patrick had a crush on his mom. It took her some time, but eventually she noted that he seemed to be infatuated with her. As he grew older and still lived in the house, Ashley recognized he was becoming a young man. Even though he was eighteen, she was still careful not to further inflame his hormones more than nature already was. She became more chaste and often wore robes instead of dashing from one room to another in bra and panties. She began to close her door when she took a shower or was putting her makeup on, usually wrapped only in a towel. He would sometimes use her used panties to smell and stroke his hard cock with until he came.
Ashley, of course, eventually caught on to the reality that her son was fantasizing about her and using her panties while he masturbated. But she never said anything. For her, the prospect of talking to her son about masturbating to something as sinful as incest was too uncomfortable to imagine. She rationalized that she was the only real chance he had to actually see a naked - or partially naked - woman in real life or touch her lingerie. When he got older and began dating girls on a more serious basis, she knew his interest in her would wane.
As the years went by Patrick did, of course, have several serious relationships with girls that were mostly his age. And after undergraduate school he had moved out of his mom's house permanently. When he took the job back and settled in his home town, he made a point to see his mother at least every other week... and usually more than that. They would have dinner together at one of their homes or would go out to a neighborhood restaurant once in a while.
While Patrick did date from time to time, he always seemed to have time for Ashley. He was her unofficial handyman around the house on the weekends and standing escort if she wanted to go to a new restaurant or see a movie with someone. Ashley enjoyed the company of someone that she knew completely accepted her and she didn't have to deal with the pressures of "dating". Patrick, on the other hand, was starting to obsess about his thoughts of seducing his mom.
He knew it was possible... there were stories in the news about such couples from time to time but the pictures of the people in those stories looked quite different from his mom and him. Ashley was an educated, attractive, successful woman. However, she was mostly oblivious to Patrick's hidden agenda. Of course she noticed when he would try and look up her skirt as he helped her out of the car. Or when he would stare at her breasts when she would wear a blouse that gaped in front or was a bit lower cut than what she usually wore. But what guy didn't behave like that? In her more introspective moments she wondered if her son still masturbated to incest fantasies. And if the thought of him masturbating to fantasies of her ever started to stimulate her libido she quickly shut those feelings down.
Patrick proudly escorted Ashley into the hotel ballroom where the dinner was being held. He could feel her hip brush against his as they mingled before sitting down at the head table. Neither wanted to chance doing something silly so both nursed one drink each all night. Despite the lack of alcohol, Ashley was in high spirits about winning the award, which included a nice cash bonus along with a small trophy and certificate for her office. She jabbered about many of the people at the dinner as Patrick drove her home, telling him all about some of the office gossip.
When they got back to Ashley's she invited him in for "a quick drink" since they didn't really get to enjoy much at the dinner. Patrick gladly agreed. He poured each of them a Maker's Mark on ice and started to walk it back to his mother's bedroom. As he got to the door, he stopped and could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was standing there, struggling to undo the clasp of her bracelet dressed only in an unlined lace bra and matching bikini panties. It wasn't difficult to make out her nipples through the thin material even at that distance. Patrick stared for just a few seconds before realizing it would embarrass her if she looked up and saw him there. So he retreated back to the living room / bar area. Ashley came out a few moments later wearing a long silk robe... probably over her lingerie, but with her nipples poking through the material, Patrick opted for the more lewd thought that she was naked underneath.
He only stayed for the one drink, his hard cock straining against his pants the entire time. Ashley was oblivious. She continued to recount the evening and tell stories about her co-workers until she realized that Patrick was hardly saying a word, assuming he must be exhausted from the evening, she shooed him home to get a good night's sleep. It was all Patrick could do to keep from jerking off in the car on the way home.
When he did get home, he quickly disrobed and reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a pair of her black panties and a framed picture of his mom in her red bikini he kept for just such an occasion. She had asked him to take the picture a little over a year ago. They were out shopping and she decided to get a bikini to lay out in her back yard next to her pool. Not trusting the mirrors, she asked Patrick to take a picture so she could look at it objectively. It wasn't world class photography but Patrick was thrilled to have such a picture to enjoy over and over. The top tied around the neck and again in front connecting the two cups. There was enough material to cover her breasts, but not so much that it an onlooker couldn't appreciate the swell of her beautiful D cup tits almost to her areola. The next day he had a 4 X 6 copy made and he framed it so he could handle it over time without ruining it. The only reason he kept it in his drawer was that when he did have dates that wanted to join him in his bedroom, he didn't want to creep them out with a framed picture of his mom in a bikini smiling at them in bed.
As Patrick stroked his already hard cock he stared at the picture for maybe the 200
th
time.
"If you look really closely," he thought to himself, "you can make out the lips of her pussy in the bikini bottoms."
It didn't take long. He covered his cock with his mom's panties and shot a massive load into them.
"It was the perfect night," he thought. "Well, almost perfect... but about as good as it gets without having actually seen her naked," he smiled to himself.
He threw the picture and panties on top of his nightstand and went directly to sleep, not waking up until almost 10:00 the next morning. As he woke, he noticed he had left the picture and panties laying on top of his nightstand. He quickly put them away before starting in on his weekend morning routine. Patrick and his mom each had keys to each other's place for security reasons. If she had - for whatever reason - decided to come over this morning before he got up, she would surely have seen both her picture and her cum covered panties.
