My name is Linda Jamerson.
A few years back I had become divorced to by husband of twelve years. I was given full custody of my only son Sam, aged sixteen. He's a good boy, always does his work and chores, and gets in the usually teenage amount of trouble. I’m thirty-nine and since my divorce, I’ve been awfully lonely. I've been too nervous to get back on the dating scene, so I've been single and I guess not so "ready to mingle". I’m fairly thin with darkish brown hair , (no grays thankfully) and my figure and DD breasts have kept well due to my diet. Between all my work I don’t even have time for playing with myself. But here's where it all changed:
One day I had come home from work and was feeling a less tired than I usually do. Sam was on the couch as usually playing Xbox. I asked what he wanted for dinner to which he replied, "Anything, I don’t really care."
I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my room to get out of these business clothes and put on an old shirt that was far too long for me. I didn’t think I needed to wear any pants, the shirt covered it all anyway. I went back down to the kitchen and started to make some chicken and green beans.
After the chicken was cooked, I grabbed the pan and turned with it to go to the other side of the counter when all of a sudden my shirt got caught on the handle of a cabinet and tripped me. As I feel to the ground I let out a yelp as the pan fell along with me. Sam came rushing in after hearing, and said, "Mom, Mom! Are you..."
He paused and just stared blankly at me while I was on the floor. I looked over and saw the shirt on the floor next to me. I was laying on the floor with my breasts pressed up against it. Both of our faces were red and he stuttered, "I...I'll get you a towel. Okay?"
He couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage. "No, no," I said getting up, "you clean up the floor while I get changed." He nodded and I got up and went back to my room.
When I got back to my room, I realized that there was chicken fat all over my bra, and a tiny piece of chicken between my breasts. I took off my bra, and as I did, I heard the door creek ever so slightly. 'It's nothing,' I thought to myself, but as I used a dust rag to wipe myself, I heard the creak again. I pretended not to notice at first, and then I heard a faint brushing sound. And turned around to see my son scurry away.
I finished getting changed into a robe when I saw him pretending to clean up with his face as red as blood, and forcing himself not to look up. "Did you hear that?" I asked playing dumb.
"Hear what, ma? By the way are you okay?" he replied.
“Yeah I’m fine, hun, maybe a bruise,” I joked.
Something about the way he was treating me made me feel a little curious. I wanted to do a little experiment to see what would happen if I had another “accident”.
Sam had picked up the chicken, it was still good enough to eat. We sat at the table and ate in silence. I asked him about various school and friend related things, to which he gave generic answers. I asked him if there were any girls at school that he was interested in, while pushing my shoulder out of the robe and revealing part of my breast.
He look up and his eyes couldn’t choose between me and my boob as he said, “No, not at school, I mean, no not really.”
His attention was starting to make me wet. I moved the robe back on my shoulder pretending not to think anything of it, when he said in a hurry, “Mom, I’m a little tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed early.”
I was puzzled. “Sure, sweetie, make sure you wash up.”
He faked a yawn and went upstairs.
I cleaned up from dinner and then went up to my room as well. Nothing much to do by myself, I thought. I heard a light squeaking noise coming from my son's room. I tip-toed over to his door, which was already opened a little. There he was masturbating. Butt naked on top of the sheets with his cock flapping around in his hand. I was surprised and a little turned on at the sight of it. That's when I noticed something odd. He didn’t have his eyes closed or his iPhone in hand to jack off to. He was looking on his nightstand at a picture of us!
I didnt know what to do so I sat there and stared. Two thoughts ran through my head. One, leave and don't bother with it; and two, take my clothes off and join him. There's nothing wrong with it if he wants me to, right? It's love, and that's what matters.
After about the longest minute of my life. I decided to go for it.
I stripped down nude and opened the door. As soon as he saw me all the color ran out of his face. It was like a ghost walked in with me. He tried to cover up and without saying a word, I went over to him and sat on the bed. I looked him in the eyes, then at his meat. I gently grabbed it as he let out a small gasp, followed by a long steady breath out as jacked him off. I ran my other hand up his leg and he said quietly, “How did you know?”
I replied, “Mother's instinct.”
I was dripping wet at this point. He saw that and started to finger me. I made light moans of pleasure as he used his middle finger to play with me. I stretched my legs across his chest and shoved my pussy into his face so I could bend over and suck his cock.
It was bigger than I remember my husband’s being, and so thick. It tasted amazing. My mouth watered at the taste of his precum and that was when he said, “Mom, I'm gonna cum!”
I jumped off of him and he stood up. “Cum on my tits hun!” I said kneeling down in front of him.
He pointed his shaft at my chest and let loose seven bursts of gooey hot jizz. I felt amazing. Who would have thought my son would have the hots for me?
After taking a few minutes for a breather, I got up and said, “Sam, why don’t you come and sleep with me from now on?” I gave him a wink and motioned for him to follow.
That's how it all started, and it won’t end as long as I have anything to say about it.
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