As I walked into the room my son quickly closed his laptop, blushing. I put my hand on his shoulder, leaned down and said, "You don't have to hide it, James. I hopped onto your computer last night to check my email and saw what you have been searching for." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked over to the kitchen sink.
Obviously embarrassed he just looked at me and gave me a crooked smile. "You know, Mom, I was thinking..." he said and then trailed off as he opened his laptop back up.
"Thinking what, James?" I asked.
He lifted his laptop up and turned it to me. Switching between tabs, showing me what he was looking at. The pictures were so hot and dirty I was instantly turned on. The images of these beautiful women getting their pussies licked and eaten were enough to make me wet and blush. I looked to him to see him watching me.
I could see by the look on his face he was turned on. It wasn't the first time I had noticed my now eighteen year old son looking at me like this. He had grown into such a handsome and incredibly hot young man. I had seen him looking at me lately and watching me so intently. It heated up my body. I tried to look away and resist how it made me feel but I'd been unable to deny it.
"I was thinking you, you could teach me; teach me how to lick a girl's pussy, how to do it right, good, to make her cum hard."
"How would you like me to teach you?" I asked, trying to control my voice, but so turned on at his words. I knew this couldn't happen, so I attempted to keep my cool.
He turned in his kitchen chair so he was open and facing me, his erection totally visible. I looked at him, looked down and up again, meeting his eyes. I bit my lip and waited for his response, trying to control my body, my breathing and my hands.
"Let me lick your pussy, Mom. Tell me how to do it as I do. What feels good. What to do next. What will make you cum. Teach me, Mom," he said as he reached out to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer to him.
I stood in front of him wearing just my house coat and small nighty underneath. I looked down at my incredibly handsome son. I ran my fingers through his hair, wanting him so badly, but knowing how wrong it was. He put his hands on my outer thighs and started to slide them up.
"Please, Mom," he whispered, his breathing already fast. "Please let me eat your pussy. I want you so badly."
I moaned and bit my lip looking at him. Leaning down I kissed him on the cheek. My beautiful son. My boy.
"James, you know we can't do any such thing!" I said, trying to control my voice and the mad painful beating of my heart. I wanted him badly but had to keep my head about me.
I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let go and pulled me closer. "Mom, please," he moaned as he nuzzled his head into my stomach.
"James honey," my voice trailed and I pulled away from him.
He looked at me puzzled. I was about to say something when his cell phone rang. Taking that as a cue, I left the room and tried to gain my composure and get my body under control. My heart was racing and my pussy was soaked. Shortly after I heard him call to me he was heading out. I said goodbye from upstairs, slightly relieved he had gone.
It had taken all I had to say no to him this morning. I kept thinking of it. His words. His hands on me. How good they felt as he travelled up my thigh. How right it felt. It wasn't like I hadn't thought of it before. I had, many times in fact, thought of him, of us, as I masturbated.
James and I had always been so close. His father left when he was just a baby and had never been around. It had always been him and me. There had been a man here and there over the years for me, but not one who had stayed or that I wanted to become part of our life. I was always happy to have it just be us.
As the day went on I had to keep pushing the memory of that morning's events out of my mind, but over and over they returned. I started to question myself. Why was it so wrong? Why could I not have him? I obviously wanted him as much as he wanted me. Who were we hurting? He was an adult now too. I decided I would see how things went that night. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.
I was purposely in the kitchen when James returned. Wearing just a little sundress, I had my hair done, makeup on, and wore his favourite perfume. When he walked in I smiled at him and gave him a big hug, lingering longer than needed. "Hi, baby. How was your day?"
He pulled me tight and hugged me back. Inhaling my scent he groaned a little. "Mmmm, Mom, you look great and smell great too. What is the occasion?"
As I pulled away and walked to the counter, he sat down in the same chair he was at that morning.
"No occasion honey, I just like to look good for my baby boy."
I could feel his eyes on me. I knew I looked good and he liked it. I went about my business as he watched me. Bending over to reveal my thighs. Bending the other way to show my cleavage. I would occasionally glance at him and smile.
"Mom, about this morning. I... I'm sorry," he said.
I turned and looked at him. "What are you sorry for, James?" I asked.
"For you know, touching you, wanting you, asking you to..." his voice trailed off as he looked down, embarrassed.
That was it for me. I couldn't deny my lust for him any longer. I went to him and stood in front of him. He looked up at me and I pulled him close. His beautiful face nuzzled into my stomach as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Please, James, don't be sorry," I whispered, as I ran my fingers through his hair, my breath ragged and my heart beating fast. "I am the one who is sorry. Sorry I said no," I whispered to him.
He pulled away and looked up to me. My breath was heavy and my pussy wet, throbbing, and wanting him. "Really, Mom?" he asked.