Amanda Redpath knocked on her son's bedroom door. She had made him a special birthday breakfast just the way he liked it. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, the boy certainly did eat a lot. Bu she had wanted to make his eighteenth birthday special. With everything she had planned he would need to keep his strength up. There was a long day ahead.
Except there was no answer.
She knocked again louder this time.
Still no answer.
"Aidan? Aidan honey? Time to wake up!"
She sighed. Her boy was probably asleep or listening to music. He always had it up too loud. They had bought him a pair of headphones last year. Now he could not hear anyone who came to the door or the phone. Not wanting his special day to be ruined she balanced the tray on one hip of her jeans. She clicked open the door with her free hand.
What she saw almost made her drop the tray. The apple of her eye was laying back on his bed, his smooth strong body arched in pleasure. His muscles were straining beneath his skin. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed. His hair was plastered to his forehead. His whole body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. His legs were spread wide, the one closest her curled up at the knee. His swimmer's body was practically hairless apart from a small patch of light brown curls at his groin. The curls framed his chunky cockmeat. His heavy hairless balls were pulled up tightly between his spread thighs. She could just see the crack of the base of his ass from where she stood.
Amada took in a sharp breath. She swallowed. The room felt hot. She could not believe what she was seeing.
"Aidan. Aidan!" She called, ashamed at the slight note of desire that cracked her voice. Still he did not respond. He was wearing his headphones. She crossed to the music centre in the corner of the room. She tried to keep her eyes on the wall. They kept creeping back to the lewd sight on the bed.
"My word he has a thick one!" She could not help but think. Her hand found the off button in the half light. The stereo clicked quiet. Whatever music had driven him to this performance died in his ears. He moaned. Sat up and opened his eyes. A shocked look crossed his face as he saw her standing there. His strong Adam's apple twitched as he gulped. His one hand went from gripping his cock to covering it. The other stopped his languid playing with his nipple and sought the sheet. Before he found it the young mother got a good look at how her son had grown. It really was quite amazing that just a couple minutes before she had thought of him as a boy. Now she saw him in a different light. Whatever other thoughts ran through her head she could see that he was all man.
"M-mum!" His voice quivered. She noted how his normally light voice was deep and husky with passion. "I-i erm didn't hear you come in!" He stammered.
"Yes but I almost saw you cummin..." She thought and giggled to herself. There was always a light voice at the back of Amanda's mind, a memory of who she had once been. Now though she was a housewife. Mother to the boy... the MAN on the bed in front of her. He had found the sheet now and drawn it up over him. He relaxed a little. The shape of his turgid organ was still visible beneath the fabric. It was not so easy for them to lose an erection at his age, she recalled.
"Obviously." Was what she really said. "Must have been some good music."
He coughed in reply. "Yeah. I guess I got a little carried away with it."
As they talked she moved to the side of the bed and set the tray down. "Well I brought you breakfast. Using up all that energy must mean you have a big appetite." She smiled down at him. Her hair had fallen across her eyes.
"If not then you soon will be if you're anything like your father!" That voice again. She would have to learn to control it. It got her into trouble all too often these days. Certainly it was the kind of trouble she enjoyed with her husband. He could be a really sexy man once he let himself go. It was not the kind of trouble she wanted with her son, or any other man. Not now that she was happily married and had been for twenty years.
Her son's lips quirked and he smiled. He had such a lovely smile. Big blue eyes and sharp white teeth. It should have been predatory if it was not so innocent. "Yeah I... it does make me hungry when I..." He stopped himself, blushing and looking away.
"Yes that's a common thing. Most people want pizza. Maybe you can have some of that later. It's your birthday after all. You can have anything you want... within reason. I hope I can tempt you with something else equally unheathy."
Picking up the jug of syrup she slowly poured it over the pancakes. He looked back at the sound. His face was uncertain now. She could read him like a book. The thick liquid drizzled from the neck of the jug. It fell slowly through the air, glimmering in the morning light. It ran thickly across the sweet tasty pancakes. It pooled and settled in place. It dribbled from the edges.
Amanda set it down. Some of the liquid had run across her hand. She could feel it about to drip onto the carpet. She lifted her fingers to her lips. She licked off the sweet tasty substance. Her tongue worked around her fingers. A strong memory came back to her, teasing her mind. She did not work out what it was for a second. It was as though someone else in her mind did not want her to remember. Then she had a vision of licking thick inky ribbons of sperm from her husband's still thrusting cock. It was her turn to feel her cheeks warm. She snatched her hand away.
"Yeah they look good mum." He smiled. She could not help but wonder if he meant the pancakes or whether his eyes had strayed to her tits. They certainly seemed to have. She was all too aware of the fact that her t-shirt was far too tight these days. It clung to her. Especially now that she was perspiring slight. The room was warm. Her blood pressure had not been helped by the strange sight just minutes ago. All that plus... well that would be another surprise for later. She looked down at herself. Her two mounds were rather prominent beneath the thin white material. She had not worn a bra that morning. Her nipples were dark, slightly visible in the soft light from the window. Her boobs were firm and widely spaced. She had never been huge, just a B cup. These days she was upping that to a C though. She had gone from a comfortable 36 to a rather loose 38. Her husband loved them.
She was snapped out of her reverie by his next words. "I can't wait to eat them!"
"I bet you can't! But you're not having them." She coughed and looked away, her dark hair tickling her flushed cheeks.
"Why not mum?" He asked enquiringly.
"Well..." She tried to recover. He had been talking about the pancakes that were now covered in rapidly cooling syrup. Not her mammaries. She hoped. The voice in her head provided the words. "Look Aidan, if you want to finish what you were doing first then I totally understand. I can take this downstairs and keep it warm for you. It's your birthday and you're a man now, that much is obvious. You have your needs. I respect that. I'm your mum but I was young once too." She smiled at him and brought her arms up over her chest. Her t-shirt rose and she felt the cool air on her softly rounded belly.The memory of his cock and the dirtily delicious conversation had left her all flustered. She could feel a certain dampness in her panties. It was warm and welcoming. Familiar and normally fabulous. It was a traitorous horrible thing.
"That would be great mum, but I really am hungry. I could eat and then finish up afterwards if I still want to."
"Oh you'll still want to." The voice said. "I know men your age. Totally insatiable." And then the voice moaned softly. Amanda tried to ignore it. She could not help but agree. It was her own thoughts afterall. Even if it was a struggle to deal with their implicatrions.
He reached out his hand and touched her on the arm. "Besides I'd like to spend some time with you, mum." He smiled up from the bed. He was a picture. His hair was still glued to his forehead with the sweat of his earlier exertions. His eyes were hopeful. His mouth warm and gentle. His chin soft and yet strong. He was such a handsome young man. A copy of his father in every way. Well, perhaps not EVERY way. There were some differences as she now knew. She could see those differences in the shade of that sheet that had fallen open ever so slightly.
"I'd like to spend the day with you too. But if you don't want your old mum hanging around and spoiling things I totally understand."
"You're not old mum. Far from it. You're very young and lovely. I can't believe that you're 38. Most of the guys at school have a crush on you. They say I'm lucky to have you as my mum."
She laughed and ruffled his hair. The sheet stayed firmly pushed out from his belly. Amanda could not help but notice how the skin of his semi-hard penis tightened as she touched him. She caught a whiff of her own perfume at her movement. Maybe she should not have worn anything so sexy. It was her husband's favorite. The one that made him totally randy. She had not given it any thought before she had come in here this morning.
"You have a really great body too mum. It's better than some of the girls half your age." He smiled wider now. His eyes trailed down across her form. They stopped at her boobs and he appeared to mentally heft them. Then they slid down over her waist to her hips.Brushed over her thighs. Stopped on her naked feet with their painted toenails. His gaze was certainly very sexy. That much she would admit.
"Why thank you." She stammered in answer. It was not a compliment that she thought she would ever hear from her son's mouth. She took it at face value though and cherished it. Her son needed more confidence in himself she knew. Despite being a great swimmer and a funny man, an intelligent all-rounded, he still lacked a certain cockiness that would serve him well. She had been trying to help him a lot with that recently. She had been paying him a lot of compliments. The words came to her lips and slipped out before she could stop them. "You have a great body as well. Really trim and muscular." Her hand reached out and brushed over the skin of her pectoral muscle. It was soft and covered in a gentle downy hair. The muscle beneath was warm. Amanda shivered and felt Aidan respond in kind.
"I'm lucky to have you as a son."
"I'm lucky to have you as a mother!"
Her traitorous hand had somehow found its way to the place between his pectorals. She could feel the sweat on his body now. She gulped. "And you need a shower when you finish eating."
He looked up at her and laughed. "I do not! I had one last night. I'm excited mum. I want to get on with my day! It's my birthday remember. You said I can have anything I want. I want not to have to shower today." There was a touch of his troublesome petulance there.
