She collected herself and became more aware of her body. She was shocked by what her brain was telling her. His nipples were rock hard and aching slightly, crying out to be touched. The most surprising thing she felt was between her thighs. The feeling could not be mistaken. She was wet! Not just a little either she could feel her new panties absorbing some of her wetness. She was thrilled to feel this again but felt a twinge of conflicted emotion about how she got here.
Susan pushed the start button on the washer and headed up stairs to her room. As she passed the bathroom, she saw the door was cracked. This was especially strange in her home due to the oddity that was their bathroom. Her husband many years ago did a bathroom renovation. He had always been good with his hands, so he did a great job. The issue was that his planning was not always the best. He had made a large walk-in shower. The kind with several shower heads and only a frosted glass partition. The issue is the partition did not face the door. He waved off his error saying, "Who showers with the bathroom door open anyway. Just make sure it is closed." So that became the norm the door to the bathroom had to be shut tight for privacy.
Susan could not help herself. She had to get one more look if she could. Her baser instincts taking over. As she slowly stepped past the door, she saw him in full glory. Michael was standing under the shower heads just letting the water run over him. She looked him up and down from his muscular legs and chest to his most impressive gift. She took a deep breath as now she knew the full extent of what her son had to work with. His cock now stood straight out. She could not believe what she was seeing. It was even larger than it had been in the laundry room. Susan's whole body shuttered at the sight of her son's massive cock.
She broke her stare and made her way to her bedroom as quickly as she could without drawing attention to herself. As she closed the door to her bedroom, she rested against it. She was having a hard time gaining her composure. She could not help but think of her husband like she always did when she was aroused. That brought both the pain of his loss and the guilt over her current thoughts about her son. Laura's words rang out in her head like a clarion call.
"I know from the bottom of my heart that he would want you to be happy and move on with your life."
The resolve that her sister's words gave her in the moment made her feel in control of her own body like no other time in her life. She locked her door and with a commanding stride moved to her bed. She threw her robe down, now in only the sexy underwear her sister gave her she began to touch herself. She used to love the soft caress of her husband's hands up and down her sides. She attempted to mimic that feeling as she had done so many times before in her masturbatory attempts.
This time it was electric. Her soft caress on her side sent shivers through her. She felt the tiny bumps rise from her skin as she was now covered in goosebumps. Her hand got to her bra and was saddened to lose the skin-to-skin contact. She rolled slightly and unhooked her bar and threw it to the ground next to the robe. She retraced her fingers path this time being able to feel the soft flesh of her breast and trace a circle around it stopping at her nipple for a quick flick. She did this several more times using both hands on each side of her body as she lay sprawled on out her bed.
She did this for what felt like an eternity just savoring her body finally reacting to her touch as it once had. All her caressing had made her panty situation intensify. She finally started to trace her hands around her breasts and down her still very taut tummy. She ran her hand over her pantie covered mound and could feel a wetness that she could scarcely believe. She reached her hands up grabbing the waist bands of her panties and lifted her ass off the bed to allow their easy removal. She let them fall where they would as she focused back on herself. Her hand then made contact with the soaked folds of her pussy. The feeling was incredible.
As she ran through her large pussy lips, her fingers glided through her folds. She was not just wet, she was soaked. She had to see this with her eyes. She pulled her hand back slightly and looked down at herself. Trails of her thick juice ran to her fingers as they slowly started to fall and break away from gravity. Susan was unsure when this kind of opportunity would present itself again, so she rolled over to her nightstand. As she opened the drawer, she smiled at the lube that rolled out first. Proudly saying to herself "Not tonight."
Susan returned to the center of her bed with the prize she sought. A large silicone dildo her sister had purchased for her the year after her husband's death. She only used it one time, it was unable to assist her as Laura hoped. It had been shoved to the back of the drawer to be forgotten. She marveled at it. It was hard yet soft like a real cock would be. It had slight changes in color at the head to make it more realistic but the part she always thought comical was the large veins that surrounded the shaft. She had always felt that was an over exaggeration. Her husband had always felt the right size to handle her needs, but what man could compete with the marvel of modern science that was in front of her.
Without warning her son's massive cock was thrust deep into her mind. Her hand felt his cock and shuddered at the size and feeling as she stroked the dildo that she truly held in her hands. Her son's beast had veins like this. She quickly shook those thoughts out of her mind, not wanting to confront the feelings they caused in her.
Her mind came back to her husband and she redetected herself to the task at hand. Her pussy was so wet she could feel it running down her slit and past her anus to pool onto the sheets. She grabbed the stand in for her husband and brought it to her entrance. She ran the head up and down her slit coating the whole head of the toy in her sweet self-made lubricate. Once it was thoroughly covered, she pressed it in slowly at first. It had been a long while since her pussy walls had to stretch to accommodate more than just her finger. Inch by glorious inch the dildo disappeared into her. Even at this slow pace the feeling was beyond explanation. She felt the fullness a woman can only feel with a cock inside of her. While she enjoyed the lewd feelings just fine, what truly turned her on was love. She felt her husband's love once again. In her mind's eye he was on top of her burying himself into her.
She felt the molded testicles of the dildo press up against her ass cheeks. She let out a loud gasp as she knew it was fully inside her. She held it there tightly against herself savoring the full feeling it was giving her. She whimpered as she withdrew it from herself. Her mind knowing what came next was just a momentary absence, but her body still aches at its loss. Once it was withdrawn so just the tip was still in her she started to drive it back into its home. A little faster this time but still slow and steady. She wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. The second stroke was as perfect as the first. She raised it again, shoving it a little hard for the third stroke. The shudder of her whole body was amazing as she felt it bottom out again. She then continued these slow but ever-increasing strokes into herself loving every single second of bliss that it brought her.
Michael stood there under the water of the shower, his mind still muddled from everything that had happened today. His aunt Laura, who was always kind of a flirt, clearly masturbated while he was at her home. Then his mother gave him what was in his mind a strip tease. To make it more confusing she made him strip in front of her while she stared at his dick like it was some kind of meal. He was rock hard now he knew only one way to get the release he needed. Michael hated to masturbate in the shower. Standing leaning on the wall was never relaxing to him. Laying back in his chair or on his bed was the way he liked it.
Michael still stood there absent mindedly stroking his manhood. It still felt great to rub his cock after the day he had. It was primed and ready for action and he knew a good tug session would last all of two minutes with the state he was in. He thought of his mother more as his hand moved up and down his shaft. The view of her ass and pussy covered in the soft shine of the satin panties she wore was making him feel a pain in his chest. It was like he could not catch his breath, while breathing perfectly fine.
His normal brain finally took command of his body away from his second brain and he let go of his dick turned the water off and started to dry himself off. He wrapped the towel around himself and headed to his room. As he passed his mothers door that was so rarely closed, he felt a twinge of sadness. How must his mother feel? She was the one that was subjected to her son's erection. She would not want to see that he thought, however much embarrassed he felt she must feel the same or more. It was so bad she closed herself in her room to hide from him. He approached the door, his hand reaching to knock... But he heard a moan coming from the other side. Was she crying? No this was not a whine or whimper. She had moaned and it was clearly one of pleasure.
Frozen in time standing at his mother's door as he heard what could only be one of the most erotic sounds of his life, the deep pleasurable moans of a woman being satisfied. He did not know what he should do, it would have been impossible for him to tear himself away. Who would have the willpower for that? He did the only other thing he could do. He pressed his ear to her door so he could more clearly hear what was happening on the other side of the barrier.
Susan was full on fucking herself now slamming the stand in for her husband's cock into her pussy with a loud squish every time it bottomed out and the balls slapped her ass that was now smeared in her dripping pussy juice. Each thrust became rougher until her muscles started to burn with the repeated motion. She knew physically she could not keep this up for much longer and wanted to feel the sweet release of an orgasm she had so long been denied.
She went back into her mind to see her husband again. The mind is a wonderful thing, as the dildo allowed her to really feel his cock again. Her mind allowed her to feel his touch, even his weight as he lay on top of her pounding away. She looked over his body and at his cock hammering away, she knew she was close. Her moans started to chain together as she brought her imagination up to her husband's face in the hope to feel the forceful kiss they regularly shared at mutual climax. She began to cry out as her orgasm began to send shots of pleasure to her brain. Her mind's eye coming to her husband's face to feel his lips on hers if only in her mind.
