Measuring My Son James

Let me give you a little background. My name is Michelle. I am 38 years old. I am half Japanese and a petite 5’3” 110 lbs woman in great shape. I own a Yoga and Pilates studio. Because of my heritage and the fact I stay I work out so much people think I am 10 years younger. I got divorced around 4 years ago after 13 years of marriage and am now a single mother to my teen son, James. I date occasionally, but no real relationships have blossomed. I’m not lonely, but I do get very horny, especially after some hot Yoga sessions. I often take care of myself when I get home, often enjoying alone time while my son is at practice or with friends after school.

James is a very handsome boy and plays hockey in school and basketball on a summer league. Some Division 1 colleges are looking at him even a year before he is ready to apply. Physically he looks more like his dad. Around 5’10 and very toned and muscular. He’s had a girlfriend on and off for about a year but recently they broke up again. Not sure if this time was for good. He is reluctant to talk about it, despite us being a very open family where we discuss even more intimate issues. Since James’ father moved out to Oregon and moved in with a woman we rarely see him, so I have taken on the role of mom and dad, including dealing with things like sex and protection. James and I are fairly comfortable at this point being open. I even told him about the two men I slept with over the past few years so he felt more comfortable opening up.

That Friday started out pretty normal. My son was showering and getting ready for school. I was making him some breakfast. He left his phone on the table so I went to move it. When I picked it up I am not sure what got into me, but knowing his code, I decided to look in his pictures. I was curious if he was seeing any other girls or something. Looking at the pictures one grabbed my attention. I opened it up and I almost gasped out loud. There was James standing taking a picture of himself naked in front of a mirror. What really caught my eye was that he had a huge dick. When I say huge I mean it was not hard and still appeared to hang down halfway down his thigh. At least 6-7 inches. It was thick as well. I heard the shower shut off and quickly closed the picture folder and set the phone back down. I went back to making his breakfast, trying not to think about what I saw.

When he came down I tried to act normal. Part of me wanted to say something since it isn’t safe to have pictures like that. Especially if he was sending them to girls. But I knew better.

“Good morning Mom.”

“Good morning sweetheart. Sleep well,” I stammered.

“Um, yeah. You ok? You look kinda flushed,” He exclaimed.

I gave my best reply of “Um…yeah. I, I was just stretching this morning to get ready to teach a class at 9.”

I served him some toast and orange juice, which he gobbled down in a couple minutes. Then grabbing his book bag he gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran out to catch the bus.

I stood there partly relieved he left, and partly ashamed for what I did. I cleaned up from breakfast and went to throw in some laundry before really getting ready for my morning class.

Collecting my laundry I noticed a pair of my thong panties wasn’t where I left it. I swore it was on top on the laundry basket yesterday. I had a thought that maybe James took it. Would he actually get off on his own mom’s underwear, I thought? Something inside was churning. Part of me had this disgusted feeling that while I was fantasizing about my son, he was fantasizing about me. What disgusted me more was that it turned me on immensely. I mean I knew some of his friends from the team thought I was attractive. I heard them call me a MILF on more than one occasion and James often commented how hot his friends thought I was. Even james told me I looked hot a few times when I got dressed up to go out, but in that son to mom “You look hot Mom” sort of way. Or so I thought at the time. I was so hot and bothered from these thoughts I had to get off before work. I went into my room and with a non-stop image of my son’s huge cock emblazoned on my mind and imagining him with my panties wrapped around his cock, I used my dildo, pulling my thong aside and fucked myself until I exploded. I was almost paralyzed with a mixture of absolute lust and shame at the same time.

I decided to run an experiment. I placed the thong I was wearing – with remnants of some of my juices –in the laundry basket, placed in a specific position so I would know if it was moved.

That night I was all worked up with a feeling of anticipation and dread of what I would find out. I mean how would I handle it?

After James came home he went to take a shower. I quietly went up to his room and found his phone on the bed. I wanted to see what other pictures were on there. Of course I paused at the naked picture in front of the mirror. It was as magnificent as the first time I saw it. I started to feel a wetness between my legs. I kept scrolling and looked at some folders he had set-up. One that I opened was labeled W, nothing else. I opened it and saw some pictures of hot women in lingerie, yoga pants, and the like. Typical boy’s stuff, I thought. What wasn’t typical was that there were many pictures of me, mostly in Yoga pants and sports bras.