Brooke was a prim and proper forty-year-old woman to anyone that knew her. She was always the most organized, punctual, dressed up of all her family and friends. She was the seemingly perfect mother and housewife that had every aspect of her life in order, except that she didn’t.
There was one aspect of her life that was empty and unfulfilled. Her sex life was beyond lacking. In fact, it was non-existent, and it drove her to high levels of sexual frustration. The only thing she could do about that itch was to masturbate but only when she was home alone and didn’t have to run errands, which was usually on Friday mornings.
Those highly anticipated days had her digging naked through her closet to find her one and only vibrator, a new and fancy air pulse vibrator that one of her girlfriends had recommended. The vibrator accompanied her from her meticulous browsing for good porn to aiding her masturbation until its battery charge ran out. Of course, she always maximized her time with her loyal toy and milked her clitoris for orgasms until she was exhausted.
One Friday, after one of those masturbation sessions, she thought, I literally can’t remember the last time I had sex.
Taking a moment to regain strength in her shaky legs, she looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time to pick up her seventeen-year-old son from school. She hid her vibrator back in the closet and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Her body was well kept, toned and curvy in all the right places. She was a MILF, as she had often overheard her son’s friends call her. Under the warm water of the shower, she closed her light-colored eyes and let her long auburn hair fall freely past her shoulders. If anybody was there to see her soaping up her soft and delicate white skin, they wouldn’t understand how her husband neglected her sexual needs. Not when she had a proportionate ass that perfectly filled every single pair of pants and leggings that she owned.
After the warm, yet refreshing shower, she came out naked into her room with just a towel on her shoulders. Without wasting much time, she picked out a white blouse and jeans and a matching set of pink underwear. That was one thing about Brooke, her underwear game was always on point even if it was only for her sake.
Always punctual, she arrived at her son’s high school parking lot before the bell even rang. She checked her social media and browsed for new cooking recipes on her phone while she waited for the bell to ring and release the jubilant students.
Her beloved son, Lance, came out alone through the crowd of students. He was her pride and joy, and while he wasn’t necessarily a loner, he was more on the introverted side of things. He had found it tough to transition to high school as he wasn’t ready for all the girl chasing that was required to be one of the cool and popular boys, so he kept to himself and a close group of friends.
“How was your day, sweetie?” she asked.
“Meh, same ol’ crap,” he responded as usual.
She smiled and said, “Don’t pay too much attention to those boys and girls, they can be very dumb at that age.”
“True,” he said.
On their way home, Lance shyly asked her, “Can, um, Alex come over tonight?”
“Yeah, of course,” she said, knowing that seventeen-year-old Alex was Lance’s favorite gaming buddy and that he only liked inviting friends whenever his father was out of town for work.
That night, when the hot summer sun went down, Alex arrived at their house with his video game controller and a bag of chips.
“Hey, Alex,” she greeted him at the door, wearing a pink tank top and red leggings.
“Hey, Mrs. Paulson.”
“Make yourself at home,” she said. “I’ll order pizza for you boys in a bit.”
“Thank you. Lance is so lucky to have you,” he said with a smile.
“You think? Why is that?” she asked.
“I don’t know, other moms aren’t as cool and chill as you,” he said.
“Aw, thanks,” she said, returning a smile.
He followed her peachy butt up the stairs and inspected it for panty lines like he did with the girls at school, but little did he know that Brooke was wearing a pink seamless panty that wedged between her cheeks.
At the top of the stairs, Brooke turned right to her room and Alex went left towards Lance’s room. While the boys played some music and began their gaming session, Brooke browsed for some movie or show to watch.
About an hour into their night, Brooke got on her laptop to order pizza for the boys and couldn’t avoid looking for porn afterwards. She was bored by the movie she had picked, so she instead visited her favorite porn sites in search of something that would light a fire between her thighs.
When she found an arousing video, she turned off the TV and went into the closet to get her vibrator. She was about to grab the shoebox containing her toy, but she stopped when she realized she was going over the line.
For fuck’s sake, Brooke, get a grip! You already masturbated this morning and now you wanna do it with the boys here? she reprimanded herself.
Frustrated, she closed the closet and turned off her laptop. She sat quietly in her bed and listened to the boys talking down the hall in her son’s room. She could barely make out what they were saying, but she figured it was probably just video game talk.
After a couple of minutes, curiosity and boredom got the best of her, and she quietly made her way down the hall to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Standing quietly outside her son’s bedroom door, she heard Alex say, “And what about Emily? She has that perfect little butt.”
“Yeah, she really does,” her son agreed.
Oh, they are talking about girls, Brooke thought. “That’s good, I guess.”
“I mean, not like your mom but still nice,” Alex added, seemingly teasing Lance.
To her surprise, her son said, “Oh, no comparison.”
Did I hear right? Did they just talk about me? Brooke asked herself.
“Dude, when I got here, I walked behind her up the stairs and nearly busted my load,” Alex said, taking it a step further.
“Trust me, I know,” her son said. “I live with her.”
“She’s a MILF and a PAWG,” Alex labeled her, which didn’t surprise her as she was familiar with those acronyms from all her ventures into porn.
Then, very much to her surprise, her son said, “Wait till you see her in a bikini.”
From there, their conversation shifted back to the video game they were playing, but Brooke was left blushing from hearing the boys talk that way about her. Part of her felt uncomfortable and a bit freaked out, especially after hearing her own son’s comments, but another part of her felt proud to get such high compliments from two young boys.
With the pizza delivery person ringing the doorbell, Brooke hurried down the hall back to her room. The pizza was already paid for, so she was going to let the boys answer the door and eat the pizza wherever they wanted, which was probably up in her son’s room. She had too many thoughts running through her mind and the last thing she wanted was to face the hormone-driven teenagers in her home.
Boys will be boys, Brooke, she told herself, pacing back and forth in her darkened room. “And I guess that booty will be booty, even if it is your own mother’s.
She tried making more sense of it but couldn’t. She didn’t want to think of her son and Alex as perverts or much less get into the whole incestual thing. The best option in her head was to let it go as a not so serious conversation between two boys who were just discovering how much they liked the female anatomy, especially a peachy bubble butt.
For the next couple of months, Brooke began noticing how her son and Alex looked at her. Since that eavesdropping night, she didn’t think their eyes were all that innocent. No matter what she wore, she could feel them trying to burn holes through her clothes at every possible chance.
Worst for Brooke was that she had been watching lots of MILF porn where the woman had sex with a younger man. At times, the videos dealt with incestual mother and son roleplay, but she tried ignoring it as best she could. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, it had become one of her favorite turn-ons.
Her son’s eighteenth birthday was coming up and it wasn’t a surprise to Brooke when her son wanted nothing more and nothing less than a pool party. She was onto her son’s devious plan to get her out in the backyard pool in a bikini. It was as if he wanted to show her off to Alex and whatever other friends showed up.
Her son’s words to Alex, Wait till you see her in a bikini, played over and over in her head.
Brooke being the mother that she was, wasn’t going to say no to her beloved son, but she still wasn’t sure if she would play along. Her outer personality and morals answered with a resounding no but in the depths of her mind brewed the possibility that she could have some innocent fun at the party.
My son and Alex don’t know that I’m aware, so it would be harmless fun, she reasoned, more so with the raging heat between her thighs than with a cool head.
In the days leading up to her son’s birthday party, Brooke stumbled upon a sex stories site that included many great and popular incestual stories. In those days, she repeatedly entered and exited the site, afraid to fall into sexual depravity.
It wasn’t until the Friday morning before her son’s birthday pool party that her curiosity finally forced her to dive into the website. Her hands trembled with the intense sexual arousal emanating from her pussy as she clicked over to browse the incest category.
With her heart pounding, she began reading story after story of mothers fucking their sons. The more stories she read, the more her pussy melted under her panties. It wasn’t long before she was pulling her sleepshirt over her head and stepping out of her soaked panties to go fetch her vibrator.
After her third or fourth climax, she thought, This is wrong and immoral but so fucking hot.
After the most delicious masturbation session of her life, she created an account on the website and quickly changed her wet bedsheets before showering and getting ready to go pick up her son from school.
In the school parking lot, with Lance sitting in the passenger’s seat, she asked him, “So who is coming over tomorrow?”
“Um, not sure,” he replied. “Maybe just Alex since the rest are going out of town for Fall break.”
Knowing that her son was lying by the way he fidgeted his left foot, she said, “Okay, that’s fine.”
That night, with her husband once again out on business, she laid out her expansive collection of bikinis on her bed. Feeling a subtle fire between her legs that could ignite any second, she only focused on the bikini sets that featured a Brazilian cut bottom. Her eyes landed on a white string bikini set that she had yet to wear. It was a halter bikini top with adjustable back ties and a string Brazilian bottom with a ruched back.
This is the one. I’m all set for tomorrow, she thought, excited to wear such a sexy bikini for the boys.
The following day, her son’s birthday, she woke up early in anticipation of what was to come. Instead of the usual birthday breakfast, she opted to start the day by placing her son’s gifts on the coffee table in the living room. They couldn’t eat a heavy breakfast and then go out to enjoy the pool. Plus, one of the gifts for her son was a pair of thin blue swim trunks. She had been shrewd enough to make sure that she wasn’t the only one modeling out in the backyard.
Looking at the time on her phone, she decided to go upstairs to her son’s room to wake him up. His bedroom door was ajar, so she quietly opened it and made her way to the side of his bed. She was about to bend over to kiss him on the cheek when she noticed a bulge in his tight red boxers. She forced her eyes away from his seemingly hardening package and moved closer to her son to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Good morning, sweetie,” she said before kissing him again.
He stretched his right arm and slowly opened his eyes to see his mother in her short black silk robe.
“Happy birthday,” she said, kissing him on the forehead.
“Oh, mom,” he said. “You haven’t woken me up like that in years.”
“Well, it is your birthday,” she said, planting another motherly kiss on his forehead. “C’mon, your gifts are waiting.”
Although Brooke didn’t know much about video games, she had done her homework and gotten her son a new gaming monitor and controller. And of course, she wouldn’t be a normal mother if she didn’t get her son some new clothes.
Watching her son happily open his gifts was her favorite thing every year, but this year she was particularly looking forward to him seeing his new swim trunks.
As he pulled swim trunks out of the small gift bag, he said, “Oh, for today.”
“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice,” she said, knowing that the trunks were shorter and thinner than the ones he usually wore.
“I loved the gifts, especially the monitor,” he said with a smile, giving her a tight hug.
“Anything for you, baby,” she said, feeling her breasts pressing against the top of his chest.
“Okay, well let me take them to my room and then Alex should be here,” he said.
“Alright, let me help you,” she said.
She grabbed all the smaller bags and the controller and led the way to the stairs. He picked up the monitor and walked up behind her, noticing just how short her robe was. He could see the bottom of her round cheeks on their way up the stairs, but he was not fortunate enough to see her black lace cheeky panty.
Placing the gifts on the bed, she turned around and said, “Okay, we should change and get out there before the sun gets too hot.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” he said.
Over at her room, she grabbed the bikini set she had picked and went over to change in the bathroom. She untied her robe and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing her naked reflection in the mirror. She looked herself over and started by putting on the white halter top. Then, she confidently stepped into the Brazilian ruched-back bottom, which was sure to draw all of the boys’ attention.
By the time she left her room, her pussy was awakening, and Alex had already arrived to join her son in the backyard. She took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. With butterflies in her stomach and her heartbeat picking up, she glanced over at the sliding glass door and was relieved not to see the boys yet. She grabbed the lemonade pitcher from the fridge and three foam cups from one of the cabinets.
Another deep breath, and she was ready to go out there in her bikini and give the boys what they really wanted. They wanted her in a bikini, and she was never one to disappoint. This was her true gift to her son.
With both of her hands occupied, she walked past the sliding door and felt vulnerable to the eyes of the young boys. She couldn’t help but smile at the look on their faces as they sat on the edge of the pool. Both of them looked at her eagerly, closely watching her every step as she came towards them with the lemonade. Their eyes scanned her entirely, from her auburn hair down to her bare feet, focusing on her small but perky breasts and her thick thighs.
“You, er, look amazing, mom,” Lance said in near disbelief.
“Yeah, um, you look incredible,” Alex added, looking at her lightly toned abdomen.
“You boys are too kind,” she said, turning around to place the pitcher on the table next to the pool.
Lance and Alex admired how her plump cheeks were eating her bottoms and smiled at each other in what was already a successful day for them.
When she turned back around, she saw exactly where their eyes had been looking. A feeling of power and pride came over her. It had been way too long since she last had such attention from the opposite sex. Sure, they were high school boys, but what excited her was giving them their own excitement. Also, she noticed that her son was wearing his new sexy blue trunks that lightly outlined his bulge.
