-- as told to LucOuarm by Rita.
I was fed up with this shit. Once again George rolled over and turned his back to me. "Not tonight, babe," he mumbled, "I had a rough day at the plant; I need to get some sleep." Soon he was deep in slumber. I was wide awake.
I lay there, my frustration making me angry; just about every night it was pretty much the same story. I decided, while lying, frustrated, next to my husband, that I had to end these long spells of going without sexual relief. I needed to find a substitute for my husband's constant lack of interest in me. What made me more pissed was my knowledge that he was conserving his energy not just for work, but for his frequent bowling sessions with his pals. It was not fair; I was thirty-eight, not fifty-eight. I needed sex!
The next day, after George had departed for work, I was making breakfast for my son. When Billy walked in and sat down, I looked at him and found myself evaluating his body. With only a tee shirt and some shorts, his lithe, muscled form was handsome, and frankly very attractive to me.
"Here's your breakfast, Billy," I said, and he smiled at me as he looked at the waffles and sausages I slid in front of him. I secretly watched him while he ate, sneaking looks while sitting with a cup of tea and pretending to read the paper. Billy was so busy savoring his food that he never noticed me examining him. I daydreamed about his naked body rubbing against my own and felt my pussy becoming lubricated with my incestuous anticipation of an illicit coupling.
Billy put down his knife and fork on his empty plate and rose from the table. "Thanks, mom, that was really good."
"Was that enough, dear?" I asked.
"I couldn't eat another bite, mom. I need to tell you that I won't be home for supper tonight because I was asked to work late."
"If you want, Billy," I said, "I could save a plate for you. I was going to make a pot roast, your favorite."
"Damn, mom, I almost want to skip work now, but I promised my boss that I would stay later. Why don't you save a plate for me, and I won't stop on the way home for supper."
I agreed. As he prepared for his departure to his summer job, I began once more to enjoy my erotic vision of my son's body. What was I thinking? How could I look at my eighteen year old son and think about having sex with him? It must be my deprivation that was making me excited by him? On the other hand, his dumbo, blondy girl friend had recently ditched him for a lifeguard at the town pool. My son must be feeling a bit horny too.
Arriving home from work early, I took a hot, relaxing bath after I had started the dinner in the kitchen. I lay immersed in the warm, fragrant water and thought about Billy again. I found that I was touching myself, fingering my nipples and pussy. Already stirred up, I concentrated more on giving myself some comfort, fixing my son's manly body in my vision, until I made myself come. In my mind it was my son's fingers, not mine, that were bringing me the relief I needed. I rose from the tub and toweled myself off.
Looking in the mirror, I saw a nice, mature body of an attractive woman, a female with needs. Sure, my boobs sagged a little now, but they had a good size and firmness. I was carrying a few extra pounds, but in my mind, they made me more feminine. I was no string bean, but a sexy, curvaceous lady.
I pushed my lewd thoughts away when I realized that I had to get back to the kitchen and check up on the meal. For all my trouble, George rushed in, gulped down a big helping, and ran out for another big night of bowling. "Don't wait up for me," he advised. "This is the special tournament, and it will run late." I made up a nice plate for Billy as I cleaned up. He could stick it into the microwave and enjoy himself later.
Afterwards I went to look in Billy's room to see if any of his clothes needed to be washed. As I gathered up a few items, I smelled his aroma on them and felt a thrill pass through my body. I found a magazine under his pillow when I straightened his bed. I knew my son had a little collection of girly magazine, but I was surprised to find that this one featured incestuous sex by mothers and sons. I could not help myself; I read through it, losing all sense of time until I heard the door downstairs. My son had arrived home.
As I walked into the kitchen, I looked at Billy's youthful, muscular form as he busied himself in heating his dinner. He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks, mom, for saving me so much dinner. I'm really hungry!"
"Do you want a beer, dear?"
"Yeah, mom." I opened two cans and poured them out. I sat at the table and watched him finish heating his meal. He sat down, drank some of his beer, and then focused on his food and the paper. He consumed his meal slowly, smiling at me now and then as every morsel disappear into his mouth. Finishing, Billy pushed the chair back and slouched, causing his shorts to pull tight against his crotch as he continued paging through the paper.
My eyes focused on the bunched up shorts. I could see the size of his cock outlined against the tight fabric. I was sure Billy was fully absorbed in the newspaper, so I stared at his bulging groin. I began moving about the kitchen, cleaning up, but really looking him over from different angles and making myself crave him once again, filling my mind with incestuous thoughts. I had to have him, but could I tempt him? Was my son really interested in a forbidden sexual relationship, and how would he react if I teased him?
"It's so warm tonight!" I remarked as I opened some buttons on my blouse. I continued to appear busy, but out of the corner of my eye I could see that Billy eyes were on me more and on the paper less. I pretended to take no notice of his interest. "How about another beer, Billy?" I offered and took two more brews from the fridge without waiting for his answer. I leaned over now, filling his glass, knowing that he could see my cleavage and see I was wearing no bra.
Soon he was only pretending to read the paper, and I turned away to do something at the sink, but really to pop open another button with my back to him. My son would have something nice to see as soon as a turned to him. I moved back to the table and lifted my glass to my lips. Looking over the rim, I saw that his eyes were fixed on the gap in my blouse. I flexed my shoulders, as if stretching, pushing my boobs against the fabric of the blouse, my hard nipples trying to push through the fabric. Turning him on was exciting me too.
The paper lay on the table in my son's limp hands, no longer wanted. I had seen the swell in his pants increase remarkably in size as I sat down. I knew Billy could not get up now without my seeing his growing erection. I smiled at him as I saw his face, flushed and sweaty now. The kitchen was actually cool, but the action was becoming hot, red hot.
"Drink your beer, dear; it will help cool you off, honey."
"Uh... yeah, mom." He sought out the glass and lifted it to his lips. He took a couple of gulps. "You know, mom, you are really a beautiful lady."
"You think so, dear." I couldn't resist. "What do you think is my best feature?" I inquired. That would get his mind working.
"Uh... uh... you have such a pretty face," he mumbled, but his eyes were on my boobs." Billy made one last attempt to save himself. He glanced over his shoulder at the clock and then said, "I... uh... I need to go and call up Jack about... uhhh..." His eyes were now glued to my chest. When he had turned away, I had undone one more button on my blouse. Only one more held it closed. My son no longer pretended he was looking at the paper. He was looking only at me.
"Oh, Billy," I whispered in mock disappointment, "I was hoping that you would sit with me and keep me company for a while. Your father won't be home until very late, and I have been so lonely lately." I lifted both hands to touch my hair and watched my son's eyes widen as he enjoyed the movement of my breasts under my blouse. It was time to close in on him. I rose and glided over to his chair, allowing my hips to rotate sensuously. I leaned over and kissed the top of his head, giving him a nice close look at my luscious tits, even brushing them against them. I knew that I had many things in my favor, including his interest in incest, the attraction of my lush body, and his youthful hormonal surges.
"God, mom, I feel kind of funny," he moaned. "Maybe I should go lie down for a while. Maybe I spent too much time in the sun today."
"Finish your beer, dear. It will help you cool down a little." And maybe help you lose some inhibitions. "Maybe you are dehydrated."
Billy gulped down the remainder of his beer. I refilled his glass from my own can; he did not realize he had already finished his own. I was ready and did not need it, but maybe he did. He gulped down the beer.
"Do you feel a little cooler now, son?"
"No, mom, I feel warm still."
"Why don't you sit still for a few minutes? You will cool down then." I got up and fanned him with the newspaper. I also undid the last button of my blouse. My tits swung free from that last restraint, and his hand slipped down automatically to touch his swollen cock, now pressing so hard against his shorts that I could see its shape. I fanned him, pretending he was not trying to see more of my barely concealed breasts.
He was sitting on the chair with his hard cock straining against his shorts. I needed to have that hard cock inside my cunt. Young guys were so horny and energetic. My son might even be more than I could handle.
"Mom, what are you doing to me?" he groaned in anguish. "I need to..."
"Need to what, dear?" I asked.
"I need some relief, mom. You've got me so excited that I need to... you know... release some tension." He hung his head in shame.
"That's OK, dear. I know that boys masturbate; you don't need to feel ashamed about it." I put my arm around his shoulders and added, "In fact, everyone masturbates to relieve herself and enjoy the sensation."
"Do you do it too?" he asked in a low, unsteady voice.
