A Model Mom

A Model Mom

Finally after a long day of work at the office I was home. I had to work overtime today to finish up some paperwork for Dr. Crunell but now looked forward to a nice relaxing weekend at home. I walked into the house

“Mikey you still awake?”

No answer

At thirteen years old my son didn’t really have much of a social life; I mean what kid goes to sleep at 10:00 pm on a Friday night?

Aw well, I didn’t really blame him, ever since my husband and I broke up last year he really hadn’t been the same. He kind of only hung out by himself. I’ve tried talking to him about it but recently he’s been talking to me less and less. I walked upstairs, the door of Mike’s door was cracked open and the light was on. As I walked up to it I heard scrambling inside. I knocked on the door. There was no answer so I pushed it open. Michael was lying on the bed, breathing heavily; his laptop was closed beside him. I realized that he was about that age and I had probably interrupted my son masturbating. I felt pretty embarrassed and was about to leave and close the door when something fell under the blankets and onto the floor beside the bed.
It was the pair of panties that I wore yesterday!
Michael’s breathing rate quickened.

I quickly flicked off the light, closed the door and walked into my bathroom to shower off. I put my hands on the counter; my head was spinning with thoughts. My 13 year old son was jacking off with my panties!
I let loose my shoulder length blonde hair and undressed to my bra and panties.

Was he merely using my panties while he was thinking of other women or was it possible that he was thinking about his own mother while he was masturbating? I imagined that the latter couldn’t be completely unthinkable as I inspected my shapely 32 year old body in the mirror. I had spent time lingerie modelling when I was in my late teens and early twenties but had to quit once I had Mike at such a young age. Regardless, I still spent a lot of time at the gym to keep my body looking good. I had the round D cup breasts, toned curvy butt and slender long body that had agents begging to sign me. I slipped off my bra and panties and entered the shower.

As I showered I couldn’t get the thought of my son masturbating with my panties out of my head. I was concerned, but a little part of me was turned on. The thought of my son masturbating to thoughts of me stoked my ego. My confidence had kind of been shaken since my husband and I broke up and I know it’s wrong but this kind of made me feel good.

I lightly played with my pussy and soon started fingering it in the shower. I masturbated to the thought of my son masturbating to me! I soon came. After cleaning up I stepped out of the shower, dried off. I put my panties on top of the rest of my clothes in the laundry. I went to bed hoping that when I checked tomorrow they wouldn’t be there.

The next day I woke up early. The thoughts of my son were still on my mind. I showered and slipped on a pink lace bra and matching thong and put on a short frilly lingerie type robe that just barely covered my bottom. I left the robe untied.

I inspected myself in the mirror. With my robe open and a slinky bra on there was plenty of cleavage showing. I never was a very strict dresser but walking around the house like this was a stretch even for me. I knew it would drive Michael crazy and that in turn would drive me crazy. I walked into his room and walked towards his bed. I leaned over so my robe fell open and my breasts were hanging and almost falling out of my bra. I brought my hand to his shoulder and gave him a nudge.

“Mikey wake up hun mommy needs to make you breakfast.”

He drearily woke up. Not noticing anything different at first but then his eyes popped open at how scantily clad his mom was. His eyes drifted towards my breasts before he realized I was watching. He pried his eyes from my chest to my face. I smiled and gave him a good morning hug, pushing my bra encased breasts into his chest. He put his arms around me and hugged my body closely. I had to break off the hug after what seemed like minutes, much to his disappointment. I told him to get dressed and come down for breakfast when it was ready.
I got started on eggs and when they were ready called Mike down.

I sat on the opposite end of Mike on our table and kept my eyes on my food. With my peripherals I could see him sneaking peeks at me in between his bites. I knew it was wrong teasing my son like this but I loved the attention I was getting from him. As I went to put a piece of scrambled egg in my mouth I let it fall off my fork and into my cleavage. I looked at Michael who was already looking at me
“I’m so clumsy.” I laughed

I looked down into my cleavage and reached my hand into my bra. I put my fingers in between my breasts and picked put the piece of egg. I put it into my mouth and smiled at Mike, he blushed and smiled back. He reached for his drink and clumsily knocked it off the table. The glass broke and the juice spilled all over the floor.

“Oh shit sorry mom.” He said “I guess were both clumsy this morning.”

“Oh don’t worry hun, but damn there is a lot of broken glass, I’ll sweep that up don’t get up off of your chair you might hurt yourself!”

I got up and got the broom. As I got up I saw him look my body up and down; my robe was so short that all of my long golden tan legs were bare. I started sweeping to the side of him and positioned myself so my back was facing him. I bent over to sweep the glass into the scooper. As I bent I felt my robe slip up over my butt. My thong clad ass was right in front of my son’s face. I wiggled my hips as I swept, taunting his desire. He must have wanted to grab the juicy cheeks in front of him so badly, and at this point I was so horny that nothing would make me happier than if he did.

I finished sweeping the glass. I then grabbed a rag and got on my knees on all fours to clean up the spilled juice. After cleaning up the juice around him I crawled under the table to clean any juice that may have crept there. I noticed that Mike’s dick was so hard that it was twitching. If I had it my way I would slip his pants down and put his pecker in my mouth right there and suck him off. After prying my eyes off of my son’s hard on I got out from under the table.