I guess the best way to begin this story is to tell you about myself. I am 40 years old (absolutely true) and a widow with a nineteen year old son. I started exercising about ten years ago and have been able to maintain my figure. I'm 5' 7" and 135 pounds (well, 140) and have put on a little weight in the last couple of years, which is not all bad as it is distributed well and does include an increase in cup size (B to C). As my breasts were never that big to begin with, I don't have the kind of sag one should expect at 40. I can actually get by without a bra.
My son, Jon, had just turned 19 and was a freshman in the local community college. He is 6'3" inches about 210 pounds and extremely good looking. Well, I think so anyway. We were always close but have gotten a lot closer since his father committed suicide three years ago.
I have dated a few times in the last couple of years but never got even close to any of the men I went out with. As a result I hadn't had any sex for quite awhile. I did get up enough courage to order a dildo from a mail order place that shipped it in plain brown wrapping paper. I had gotten tired of masturbating with my fingers and that dildo became my secret lover.
As Jon and I had been living by ourselves the last three years we had became very relaxed with each other, so much so that neither one of us were very modest around the house. We didn't cavort in the nude but did see one another less than fully clothed a lot.
We did hug and kiss a lot, probably more than most but it was still a mother/son relationship. I had noticed lately that he would get a hard on when I would be affectionate with him, and to tell the truth I would get a warm feeling myself. Sometimes I would fantasize about him when I made love with my secret lover and would feel guilty about it later.
One night he had escorted his girlfriend to her high school prom so I was home alone most of the evening. After I had completed my household chores, I took a bubble bath, put on my favorite black negligee and settled on the couch in the den to watch a little TV. I had thought about a rendezvous later with my secret lover and wanted to dress for the occasion. But I got engrossed in a movie and was still up when Jon came in. He came in the den, gave me a peck on the lips and went to his room to get out of the tuxedo. I ask him to get me a glass of wine on his way back. He had gotten close enough to me that I could tell that he had been drinking and also making out with his girl friend and still had a hard-on. I got a little excited and a little jealous just thinking about it.
He came back dressed in a short terrycloth robe carrying two glasses of wine and sat next to me on the couch. I gave no thought to how I was dressed as he had seen me plenty of times in a nightgown and, after all, the only light in the room was from the TV.
We sipped wine and watched the movie without saying much. At one point I glanced at Jon and caught him staring at my tits. The top of my gown was loose and he could probably see to just above my nipples. I turned away real quick and felt a little warmth going through my body. He had his arm on the back of the couch and pretty soon I could feel his hand barely touching my hair. I should have left then but was secretly enjoying his touch. After a few minutes I could feel his right hand lightly caressing my right shoulder. I turned to say something but he leaned over and started to kiss me. It started as our normal kisses do but immediately turned into a long passionate kiss. I pushed him back and started to get up but he put his other hand around my waist, pulled me to his chest and kissed me again. This time he was running his tongue between my lips trying to enter my mouth. I tried to keep my lips tight but couldn't. I parted my lips and virtually sucked his hot tongue into my mouth. I wanted to break it off but I really loved it. My nipples started swelling and I could feel a growing warmth between my legs. It had just been too long since I had been kissed like this.
Next I could feel his hand pushing the strap aside and grabbing my right breast. When he started playing with the nipple I nearly had an orgasm. Up to now I had my hands on his shoulders vainly trying to push him away but againest my will (and better judgement) my arms went around his neck and I pulled him as close to me as I could, pushing my tits into his chest and pushing my tongue againest his until it was deep in his mouth.
He did finally give me a chance to say something and I asked him if he knew what he was doing. He replied: "Yes, mom, I'm going to fuck you."
I said: "This is not right you know" Trying desperately to convince myself as well as Jon.
"I don't care" he said: "I've been wanting to do this for a long time and can't hold back any longer. I love you and want to make love to you."
He then pulled me up and lead me to my bedroom. He stopped by the bed and pulled off my negligee and stood back to look at me.
"My God, you are beautiful. I've spied on you in the shower before but this is even better"
