Hello, thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica, Yorkshire England.
It was one of those muggy summer days, you just knew a thunderstorm was building. I had emptied the dishwasher, folded the laundry and was at a loss when Vic walked in. Vic is my nineteen your old son, home for recess from Uni where he is studying Business Management. He doesn't want to get a summer job, why should he when student loans and his parents pay for everything. He was wearing his usual, boxer shorts and nothing else. Oh well, at least it kept the laundry down.
He didn't mention girls from Uni, I assumed that there were plenty, he was a good-looking boy and I doubted he would lack for attention, he just never mentioned them. He didn't as far as I knew, text or phone them from home, but then I didn't watch his every move. He was nineteen for goodness sake.
"I'll just grab some squash mum," he said, "if that's okay."
"Of course it is baby."
I was wearing a polo top and a skirt, nothing fancy, just doing stuff at home clothes, and of course comfy functional underwear, but then underwear doesn't really need mentioning, does it? My phone binged, a text from Sally, did I fancy meeting at the Spa near Bingley. Nothing desperate to do here, so I texted a thumbs up back and went up to get ready.
I stripped and checked I didn't need a shave, I didn't. Good. All was smooth down there. I put my costume on, pale gold, with a slight shimmer. I, rather too vainly I thought, considered it gave my body a good shimmer in the right light. Why was I even thinking of looking good? I have a husband that sees to my needs, and me, of course, to his. I don't need to attract anyone, nor did I really need to be in a position of fending people off. Way too old for that nonsense. I packed some après spa clothes in my bag, shouted goodbye to Vic and I was off.
I was in the Sauna at the spa with Sally, this was the ladies section, no men allowed and we were both nude, our costumes outside with our robes. It was so hot that our sweat evaporated as it formed. We had done the steam room, there we literally dripped, dripped from our noses, our ears, our nipples, the back of our knees, everywhere, but here in the sauna, dry, literally bone dry.
In the steam room there had been a few other ladies, but here in the sauna we were alone, just she and me. Sally was sat opposite me, her legs apart, her hands on the bench either side. Her fanny was glistening, her lips apart. Her fanny was quite different to mine, her inner lips were quite big and sort of protruded, even when her legs were together, her inner lips waved hello. Mine was quite different, my outer lips were quite fat and everything else was hidden inside. I suddenly had a flashback to our time in the halls of residence at uni. Such innocent fun days, exploring each other, goodness that memory made my fanny twitch, I could almost taste her again.
"I have to tell you something," Sally said, "but you have to promise not to tell anyone."
Intriguing, what could it be.
"Go on, I promise."
"I saw Phil's dick today." Phil is her nineteen year old son, home from Uni for the next ten weeks like Vic.
"What? How, I mean, why?"
"He was up in his room and I had been doing laundry, not that he has much, he just lives in shorts, and his door was half open. Luckily the way his room is arranged, as you approach his door you can see in his mirror first, and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks luckily, if I had gone in, he would have been mortified I am sure."
"Go on, tell me, what did you see?"
"Phil was laying on his bed, his boxers down and his hand on his dick and he was moving quite fast, faster I thought than Gordon does."
Gordon is her husband, runs his own small engineering works in Shipley. From what Sally has said, he doesn't seem to have slowed down in the bedroom department, still seems to want sex every night in the week, and also early mornings at weekends.
"What? He was masturbating?"
"Oh gosh yes, was he ever. His hand was pulling his foreskin all the way down showing his red dickhead and then all the way back up, hiding it again, and so fast my gosh, it actually took my breath away."
"I don't think I have ever seen or even heard Vic doing it, I mean I assume he does, just I think he does it more privately. What did you do?"
"I should have gone and left him too it, I know that, but I couldn't stop watching, but that wasn't the worst, the one thing I can't get past."
"Oh, I mean wanking is just sex, it isn't that unusual."
"No, it is when he spurted, and oh my God there was so much, it is just that, as he spurted, he was calling my name, 'mum, yes mum' that kind of thing."
"Oh crumbs."
"I rushed into my room and shut my door, I was sure he wouldn't have known I was there watching and listening. Those moments, you know when we are doing it to ourselves, well, we want them to be private, don't we."
"Well yes, Sally, I know I do. I don't want anyone interrupting my fantasies, regardless of who they are about or what memories I conjure up."
She looked at me, "memories?" she asked.
I smiled and looked at her fanny, red, inviting, "yes, memories."
"I don't know what to do about Phil."
"What can you do, as you know those moments are fantasies."
"But does it mean he wants to have sex with me, and if he does, what am I supposed to do, I can hardly keep up with Gordon."
"Would you consider it, sex with Phil I mean? I know a few women do have sex with their sons, I have never considered it, but then I have not seen my son's dick. How does Phil's compare with Gordon?"
"About the same I suppose. I don't know if I would, it is all so confusing. If only he hadn't called out my name."
