Mother and Son

Kirsten was a forty-four-year-old housewife who spent all of her time at her home, tending to the various chores. She was a part of a small happy family of three. There was she, her husband and her teenage son. Outwards, the family might seem happy and Kirsten a dutiful wife, but the truth was that the marriage had lost all flavor for her. When she had married her high school sweetheart, they had not touched each other at all by that point. Needless to say, it was a very disappointing first night that awaited her. But that was understandable, they were both young and inexperienced. The real problem started afterward. She tried her best to understand her husband’s desires and how to please him but he returned no such favor. Within a year, she had grown frustrated with the boring sex life. If it wasn’t for her son that was born, she might have left the man that she once loved.

From that point onwards, she turned all attention to her new boy. All the frustration and anger that she felt that her husband’s subpar performance was turned into love and affection for her only child. She made no other attempt at pregnancy, even when her husband floated the idea of a second child. The only thing she was interested in was her fast-growing boy.

Regardless to say, both the son and mother had grown extremely close. They were affectionate with each other. Especially Kirsten wouldn’t let go of any chance to hug her growing son or peck him on the check. They had regular movie nights in which both mother and son would snuggle on the comfy couch. Sometimes, Chris, her son, would be leaning against one of her mother’s large tits. Sometimes, he would be lying in her lap while she lovingly ruffled his hair. Sometimes, it would be Kirsten that would be snuggled into Chris while sighing contently. One could say that they had grown uncomfortably close. Her husband had once given voice to that thought. What followed was the coldest treatment that Kirsten had ever given her husband. He had to sleep on the couch for a whole week. Had to make his food all the while his wife refused to talk to her. Chris sided with his mother without knowing the reasons. It took multiple apologies before the status quo was restored. From then on, he avoided any mention of their growing intimacy, just dismissing it as Kirsten being overly protective.

All of that changed one day when Chris caught his mother stepping out of the shower nude. She was busy slowly and sensuously cleaning her body, thinking that she was alone in the house but Chris had returned from school earlier due to headache. As soon as he saw his mother in all of her natural glory, his jaw hit the floor. He was still in the early teenage years so his experience with naked women was limited to a few pornos that he had watched on his computer. Therefore, to see a woman nude right in front of him barely three meters away was enough to shut his brain functions down.

Kirsten was no Miss Universe but she did keep herself in shape. She was on the tall side, standing at 170cm. She wore her hair long, reaching the swell of hips. Her face was angular and attractive. Her breasts while sagging a little bit still defied gravity. They were an amazing 34C that Kirsten was proud of and considered one of her best features. Her ass was no joke in that department either. But the best part of her was her long legs that stretched for miles and miles.

Chris’s eyes roved all over his mother’s body. He had strange reactions to his mother’s affections before. But never before he had considered that he might be horny for his mother. However, as he saw his mother slowly turning her attention towards, his dick exploded in his pants and he gave a loud squeak.

“Chris?” Kirsten hastily moved to cover herself. “What are you doing back home?”

Instead of answering her, Chris shot upstairs and she heard his bedroom door slam.

Kirsten was feeling pretty embarrassed, having exposed herself like that to her son. But she had also noticed something interesting. Chris might have been quick but he wasn’t quick enough that his mother couldn’t see the large patch that has formed in front of his pants.

Feeling concerned for his only son, she threw on a night robe that was lying nearby and went on to check on her son.

“Honey?” she knocked at the door. “Can I come in?”

When she heard no answer, she opened the door and walked in. Chris was standing in the middle of the room with a shocked expression on his face.

“Darling, I was knocking, you should have…” Kirsten trailed off as she finally noticed the state Chris was in. His pants were around his ankles, his dick was semi-hard.

My god that’s the only semi-hard, Kirsten thought. And it was covered in a thick white gooey substance that she had trouble relating to the watery substance her husband generally poured out.

“Sorry, Honey.” She had gone beet red in the face and hastily closed the door. In a trance, she walked back to her room and sat down on her bed. In the front of her eyes was the vision of that gorgeous cock. Oh god, how long has it been since she had been properly plowed by an actual cock and not the thing that her husband carried in his pants?

Too long she decided, as her thighs became completely drenched. She hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear as she was too concerned about her son. Kirsten couldn’t help but snake a hand down to her nether regions. A light moan came out of her lips as it made contact with her pussy. She circled her pussy, enflaming her passion. The image of her son’s cock flashed through her mind and she jerked her fingers insider her pussy. Next moment she was cumming. Her whole body had gone rigid, her mouth opened as she blissfully stared into nothing. Her pussy was spasming around her long slender fingers, each spasm bringing a new wave of pleasure to her.

Once she had finished cumming, a wave of guilt hit her. Had she just masturbated to her own son’s cock? Her mind wouldn’t accept that. It was just a cock, she rationalized. I have never had a proper cock inside since that affair years ago, she thought. That’s why I came so hard.

Having satisfied her subconscious, she turned towards the task of ***********ing the outfit for the day. Soon she had to prepare lunch for her ever ravenous boy and then dinner for when her husband would come home. The life of a housewife was ever busy.

Generally, Kirsten didn’t wear revealing clothes inside her home. She was dressed in a loose T-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans that she felt comfortable in. But for some reason, she brought out a V-neck shirt that plunged deep into her cleavage and a form-fitting jean that she had not had to wear yet. She might have been over forty but she still had the body of a twenty-five-year-old and today she was in the mood of showing it off, even if it was only her husband and son to see it.

The thought of her son brought a twinge of guilt and a spasm of pleasure within her cunt, but she ignored both of them and went to the kitchen to prepare a good meal for her son, having entirely forgotten about the episode that had just happened.

She prepared some Turkey sandwiches that her son loved so much, humming to herself. She brought out the bread, slather it in sauce, put some turkey in it. Make it the way he loved. After making a few for herself and her son. She called out to him.

“Chris!” she called out loudly. “Darling, your lunch’s ready.”

A few minutes, there was an abounding of the steps which suddenly came to a halt. Curious, she turned around to see her son standing there stock still, his eyes glued to his mother’s figure.

Kirsten gave a slight giggle. “Honey, stop staring at me like that. Come on, eat your sandwich. You have to finish your homework; remember we have a movie night tonight.”

Chris blushed deep red and nodded his head. Usually, he would sit with his mother and eat lunch slowly. But today, he just wolfed it down and made a beeline for his room.

Kirsten felt a bit hurt as Chris generally helped her with dishes but it was understandable. He is still young, she told herself. Still embarrassed at seeing his mother naked. While she was embarrassed herself, a large part of her was quite pleased that she could have this effect on a guy as young as her son. It was a perverted vindication of how hot she still was.

Maybe she’ll wear clothes like these in the future too. Kirsten smirked to herself. She didn’t realize how fun teasing her son could be.

During dinner, Kirsten had a naughty idea as she saw her son trying to sneak peeks at her cleavage. After washing the dishes, she changed into simply a nightgown. At first, she was going to wear her underwear, but she thought it would be more fun wearing nothing underneath. The thought of sitting with her son, watching an innocent movie, while being practically naked sent waves of pleasures into her pussy. It’s not like she was trying to seduce her son, she was just having some innocent fun with him. It’s not like they don’t joke around each other already.