Seducing My Son_(2)

I knocked on my son’s bedroom door and opened it without waiting. I admit that I wanted to catch him doing something naughty, and I almost did. Evan was sitting at his computer, and minimized the window he was looking at in a hurry. I didn’t see what it was, but I had a good idea.

“Is it okay if we talk?” I asked him.

“Sure, Mom,” he mumbled, obviously annoyed at being interrupted.

I picked my way into his room, biting my tongue to keep from saying anything about the mess, and sat on the bed. It was normally too early in the evening for me to be wearing my robe, but Evan didn’t seem to notice anything odd. If he only knew what I had on underneath.

“Your father and I were talking,” I began, “and we thought you might need some help.” I was so nervous. I still couldn’t believe I was going through with this.

“What kind of help?”

“Well–now don’t get embarrassed–but I want to talk to you about sex.”

Evan’s cheeks blushed. He was so adorable.

“Dad had that talk with me a long time ago. I think I’m all set.”

“I know, but we noticed that you’ve never had any girlfriends, or…boyfriends.”

“You think I’m gay?” He was more anxious than upset at that.

“It doesn’t matter to us what you are.” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had to get to it before I chickened out. “We just want you to be happy. If you’re confused, about girls, or boys, or your sexuality, we want to help you figure it all out.”

“This is kind of awkward, you know. Talking about sex stuff with my mom.”

“That’s why I was thinking we might do more than talk.”

I smiled at my son to cover my nerves, and opened my robe. I was proud of my trim figure, but I’d never showed myself off like this to Evan before. He’d seen me in my bikini, and I’d fantasized about this a thousand times, but here I was–actually doing it.

His mouth fell open as his eyes took in the red lace bra cupping my breasts. They weren’t huge, but they were a nice handful and still had some perk left. His gaze moved down my body, across my bare stomach, and to my matching red panties.

“Mom, what’re you doing? I mean, you look real sexy and all, but I don’t understand.” Evan could barely get the words out as he stared at me.

“Dad and I thought that if you had more experience you might not be so shy.”

“Experience?”

“A taste of the real thing, instead of looking at pictures all the time.” I nodded toward his computer. He knew he was busted, but couldn’t spare more than a second being embarrassed about that just now.

“Are you saying that you want me to look at you naked, Mom?”

“We can start there, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help you, honey.” What I didn’t say was that I was not only willing, I was eager. Evan was still shocked.

I looked at my handsome boy, with his sweet face and mop of dark hair. He had let it grow and it was getting curly at the ends. He had an athlete’s body, not yet fully developed, but lean and hard. He had on a t-shirt and basketball shorts, which he wouldn’t have on for long if I could help it.

“Let’s talk about masturbation,” I said, trying to mask the excited anticipation in my voice. “I imagine at your age you must be masturbating a lot.”

“I guess so.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms across his knees, obviously trying to hide his erection from me. So cute.

“To be honest, even at my age, I masturbate a lot, too,” I confessed and felt a little thrill in my tummy at saying this out loud in front of my son. “It feels so good that I play with myself almost every day.