Mike had rushed home from work so that he could have some time alone in the house before his mother and brother got home. His older brother, Jim, and he still lived at home while they worked. They enjoyed living with their mother, Linda, and knew that they needed to for awhile, until she got back on her feet after the divorce. It wasn't easy for her because she had never had to work until her husband divorced her.
Mike went into his bedroom, stripped down to his briefs and shuffled through the clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Ah, there it was, right below the sheer, lace panties he had taken from her bedroom a few weeks ago, and the magazines he kept private. A picture of his mother he had taken without her knowledge. She had been sunning herself, by the pool, and since the backyard was very private, and she had thought no one else was home, had removed her bikini top. The photo showed her lying on her back, her skin glistening from the oil she had applied.
Mike felt his cock stir in his briefs as he stared at the photo. Mike had always liked looking at his mother and fantasizing what it would be like to take her to bed. She was only in her late forties and had the body of a woman much younger. Her breasts appeared firm and had not begun to sag, as age tends to do.
Sliding his hand into his briefs, feeling his cock swelling, he took the photo into the bathroom and placed it on the sink. Wrapping a towel around the corner of the sink, which was at crotch level, he laid his hand, still grasping his now hard cock. Holding his hand still, he pumped his cock in and out of his hand while staring at the picture of his mother. He felt his balls slapping against the towel, while feeling the hardness of the sink corner against him. The more he pumped his cock in and out of his hand, the harder he got. Pressing his hips hard against the corner of the sink, he felt the pressure on his balls, and below. He couldn't take anymore and shot his load into the sink, groaning from the pleasure as he did.
Suddenly, he heard the back door open and there was noise coming from the kitchen. His mother! She must have left work early today. In a panic, he cleaned off his cock, as best he could, and pulling up his briefs, made it back to his room.
His mother heard him and called to him. "Is that you Mike?"
"Yeah, mom. I was just hoping to grab a shower."
"Ok, your brother should be home in just a little bit, and we'll be able to eat dinner early tonight." Linda said.
"OK, mom."
Mike stepped into the shower and enjoyed the warmth of the water hitting his body. Mike took a quick shower, though he would have preferred a long one to imagine his mother in there with him, but she did come home earlier than he expected.
After his shower, he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to see his mother.
He walked over to his mother, gave her a kiss on the cheek and asked if he could help get dinner.
"Sure, son. Why don't you set the table?"
"Sure thing, mom."
Mike gather three plates from the cupboard, turned, walked to the kitchen table and almost dropped the dishes, as he saw the photo of his mother lying on the table where his plate would normally be. Linda didn't give him a chance to make an excuse.
"So, what are you doing with a picture like this, and who took it? I found it in the bathroom." she said sternly.
"Well, I ... ah." Mike stammered.
"I think I know who took it. It was you wasn't it Mike? Well, wasn't it?" she demanded.
"Yes mom, I'm so sorry, really." Mike apologized.
"So, you like looking at others when they don't know it, do you?" Linda said.
Not giving him a chance to respond, she said "And I'll bet I know what you were doing with it. You were masturbating, weren't you?"
"Well, were you jerking off, or not?"
"Yes mother, I'm sorry." Mike stammered.
"Does it make you hard seeing your mother like that?"
"Yes." he said sheepishly.
"Where were you hiding this? It must have been taken almost a year ago. That was the last time I was sunbathing like that."
"In my dresser, mom." Mike confessed.
"Show me." Linda said sternly. "Well, come on, show me."
Linda followed him as he slowly went up the stairs to his bedroom. Linda was following him and couldn't help but notice the tight ass Mike had, not too well hidden by his tight jeans. She wondered if they were as firm as they appeared to be.
Back to reality, Linda followed him into his bedroom and over to his dresser. Mike leaned over and opened the bottom drawer.
"Show me where you were hiding it. I want to see if you have more pictures of me."
Mike lifted a couple of sweaters and said, "Here, mom. I hid it here, and I don't have any others.
"Let me see for myself, Linda said, leaning over and lifting the sweaters herself. That's when she saw them. A pair of her panties and some porn mags.
"Well, what do we have here?" she said, pulling her panties from the drawer. "These are my panties, aren't they?" she asked.
"Yes, mom. I'm sorry, I ..." Mike tried to say.
"You like wearing these, fantasizing about fucking me don't you?" After a deafening pause, she repeated, "Don't you?"
"Yes, mother. They feel good on me and I sometimes wear them, but not all that much." Mke tried to explain.
Linda could see just how sad Mike was and she couldn't stay mad too long, because to tell the truth, she's had less than pure thoughts about both her boys.
"It's OK, Mike. Well, it's not OK that you were sneaking around stealing panties and taking photos, but I do understand that a young man of twenty does think of sex an awful lot."
"What are the magazines about, Mike?"
Taking them out of the drawer, Mike handed them to her without responding.
Linda took the three of them and flipped through them. There were pictures of younger men having sex with older, well-built women, the motherly types. There was also one magazine which contained pictures of threesomes. In some of the photos, the men were helping each other get off, while the woman watched.
"Interesting, Mike. So, you do like older women, do you? And what about the pictures of the men masturbating each other, or giving blow-jobs? Do you fantasize about that too, or have you already done it with someone?"
"Yes, I am attracted to older women, mom, and I am curious about being with a guy, but I haven't."
"Aren't you the horny one? We'll just have to see you don't get frustrated and enjoy yourself more. Coming out of the closet, as it were." Linda said.
"I'm not really angry with you, baby. It's just a shock to find out so suddenly that your son wants to go to bed with you. I must admit, I'm probably more aroused than angry. I hope that doesn't make you think less of me, but since we sort of have all the cards on the table right now, I thought you should know."
"Thanks mom, that makes me feel better. I never wanted to have you angry with me. Just the opposite. Are you going to tell Jim?"
"Actually, I think it's best if we all understand where we stand since we are sharing a home together, and of course we are family and family should be close." Linda said, smiling at him.
"Since we're being honest with each other Mike, you should know that Jim and I had had discussions similar to this. It seems that your mother is not all that lily white." Linda admitted.
"What do you mean mom?"
"Well, I did something similar. I've watched Jim when he didn't know it. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. It's so big, and when he wears jeans or shorts around the house, I find myself sneaking glances of the bulge in them. You, too for all that matters. You both must be hung like your dad. His was rather large." Linda confessed.
"I guess I'm considered well endowed, mom. It feels so weird talking with you like this, but I do like it. So you sneaked looks at Jim and me?" Mike said.
