The story that follows is how I discovered my son’s incestuous desires for his own mother. At the time of my discovery I was thirty-six and my son Kevin was eighteen and about to finish is senior year in high school. I was a stay at home house wife and mother to my son Kevin and our seventeen year-old daughter, Lisa. I married right out of high school just before I would start to show to the world that I was already pregnant. My husband was a senior in college and while I too had intended to attend university in the fall, the pregnancy would end my academic career. But I didn’t mind, I was young and in love and more interested in raising a family than studying.
After each of my babies were born I worked very hard to get my figure back, and with exercise and good diet I was able to return my five foot six inch body to one-hundred and twenty-five well rounded pounds. My husband was very proud of me and loved to take pictures of his big busted blonde wife. It was his picture taking that got me into trouble.
I was cleaning Kevin’s bedroom that fateful spring morning, and as I made his bed, my hand encountered something underneath his mattress. I pulled out a couple of girly magazines, and smiled to myself, for having discovered my son’s porno stash. I decided to flip through the magazines to see what Kevin enjoyed looking at while he masturbated. Yes I knew all young men masturbate and I was certain Kevin was no different than any other. But as I flipped through the first one, some Polaroid’s feel out onto his bed. I picked the three pictures up and nearly fainted! They were pictures of me, completely naked. Kevin must have found his father’s stash of nude pictures of me. I was light headed and a little queasy. What could Kevin want with nude pictures of his mother? I knew the answer even as I asked it of myself. He was looking at them and masturbating.
I was in somewhat of a dilemma, should I confront him with the evidence? Should I tell his father? I thought if I tell his father, Bill could become enraged and throw Kevin out of our house. If I confronted Kevin I might cause him to be so humiliated that he might not ever feel comfortable around me again. Since neither option was acceptable, I decided to do nothing, and put the pictures back inside the magazine and placed them beneath his mattress as before.
As the days went by I thought frequently about my young, and if I might add, handsome son, looking at my nude pictures as he stroked his cock. I started imagining him, naked, laying upon his bed, stroking his hard cock as he looked at my pictures. I found myself becoming quite aroused by the image of my son masturbating. I even began to masturbate imaging him stroking his cock and shooting his cum all over his belly and chest. My pussy would get so wet and hot, and I would cum quickly.
One morning while I had the house to myself, I went into Kevin’s room, and stripped completely naked. I lay down upon his bed, and imagined my young son again. I began to touch my breasts and pull my hard nipples. Then I would begin to touch and rub my wet pussy. I began to plunge fingers inside and rubbing my clit with my thumb. I came so hard I actually moaned out loud. It was so erotic imagining my son masturbating and then when I masturbated on his bed I had one of the best orgasms I have ever had. This became a daily ritual for me, and soon I found my fantasies changing.
I began to imaging my son coming home early from school and silently standing in the doorway to his bedroom, would catch his mother, naked and playing with her pussy. He would strip, and I would feel his weight upon the bed. I would continue to masturbate and moan, ‘Oh yes, Kevin, fuck me, fuck your mother.’ My orgasms became more intense, and I was masturbating more frequently, and always imagining my son’s cock fucking my hot pussy.
I was of course too frightened of the consequences to make fantasy reality. I did however, begin to openly flirt and tease my son. It was quite exhilarating to wear something sexy or revealing around him, and watch him squirming trying to conceal his erection. I would wear loose blouses with no bra and bend over around him, giving him a view of my ample cleavage. In the evenings I would wear a sexy negligee and walk past him, knowing the light from the TV behind me would illuminate me like I was naked.
I found Kevin spying on me. He would sneak up to my bedroom and try to catch me undressing for bed. It was a tremendous turn on to slowly undress knowing my son was watching. At first I would just remove my clothes and maybe parade around my bedroom nude for a while. Then when I had the time, and my husband was working late, I would model for Kevin. Trying on various sexy things and strut around the room. I loved turning Kevin on, and turning him on, turned me on also.
One night I was so aroused that I was having trouble keeping my hand away from my pussy. I wanted to masturbate very badly, but I also wanted to continue my little game of teasing Kevin. I don’t even remember thinking about what I was doing, but I was on my bed, naked and caressing my breasts. I was so hot I was having trouble breathing and my heart was pounding in my ears. My hand slowly strayed down and I spread my legs, and began to rub my pussy. I was so hot I came quickly! I was both aroused and embarrassed about what I had just done. I put on my robe and stood in the doorway to my bedroom and looked down the hall towards Kevin’s room. I Glanced down and saw fresh cum splattered on the wall by my door. Kevin had been masturbating too while he watched me masturbate! I let my robe fall open as I scooped up some of my son’s cum, then standing in the doorway, I rubbed his cum over my hard nipples. I masturbated twice more that night, imaging my son’s hard cock inside my pussy. Just before I tried to go to sleep that night I licked and sucked my son’s cum from my own nipples. It turned me on so much I masturbated again!
