“Just like Patricia said, they all want this they just don’t know how to get it,” I think to myself, running my hands down my blue sundress to remove all the wrinkles. My hands stop just above my legs, the dress is very short, I made sure of that. I put my hands on my hips making sure they look alright. He’s back from school for only one weekend, I need to make sure everything is perfect.
Keys rattle as the door opens,
“Mom, I’m home!”
“Perfect, just in time for dinner,” I yell back. Pouring a second glass of wine for him, I can feel my heart beating hard, so nervous, so excited. Footsteps come from the hallway.
“Hey, baby,” poking my chest out and praying for him to take a look. I smile
“Baby?” he looks a little confused but trails off when he sees me in my dress.
It worked. I can feel his eyes dancing over me as he quickly looks me up and down. Undressing me in his mind and hoping I don’t notice. God, I love how I can make him act like this.
He regains control over himself and moves towards the table.
“Why are you so dressed up, mom? Do you have another date?” He sits down across from me eyeing the glass of wine I poured him. Before I realize, mine is already halfway gone in a failed attempt to stop the nerves.
“No no, those haven’t been going too well,” I keep my eyes locked into his just like Patricia said. “Just wanted to look nice for the only man that really matters in my life.” He blushes and looks away. I smile just a little and let my foot find its way across the table, barely touching his. Not enough for him to say anything, but more than enough for him to notice.
We eat our meal and I drink a little more than Patricia said I should, laughing and staying engaged in what my boy says. I let my eyes look him up and down lingering, god I want him so bad. I need this to work.
Our meal finishes, and we still talk. While I am listening, I get up and slide into the chair next to him. Never breaking eye contact, just getting a bit closer like any good mother would do, interested in what my son has to say. I see a little sweat form on his forehead. I wonder if I am making him nervous.
I get a little aroused at the thought, letting my legs shift a bit. I feel myself getting wet, I can make my son nervous. So badly I want to run my hand between his legs and just kiss him already, but Patricia said I only get one shot at this and need to do it right.
“Baby, listen, things haven’t been going great for mom when it comes to men… I’m a little lonely.” I look away then look back, trying to gauge his reaction. “I know this is really awkward, but I was hoping you could help me.” I bat my eyes and let my hand fall on his leg, rubbing very slowly. He looks down at my hand but doesn’t go to move it
“Mom, I just got a new girlfriend I don’t…”
I cut him off, “Don’t you want to make your girlfriend feel as good as possible?” I move my hand a little higher up his legs, playing with the idea of just grabbing his crotch. “I can show you how if you let me.”
I have to get this right. But he still won’t look at me, fixing his eyes to the floor. He knows that if he looks at me, he will fall for me, I just know it.
I lean closer and whisper into his ear “I know you masturbate to my panties.” He freezes and eyes widen. “I found them under your bed after you left me for university,” I continue to rub his leg lovingly.
I don’t like my boy scared like this. He seems frozen unable to speak, I’m beginning to think this was a bad idea. I’ve gone to far, ruined everything.
“It’s ok, sweetie, don’t look so worried. I think it’s adorable; here look.” I let my other hand find its way under my dress. His eyes move to my legs, watching as I pull of my underwear and lay it on his lap, moving slow so he can see how my painted nails match the red thong he pleasures himself to. “Look familiar? I wore them just for you.”
He looks at me now and I smile lovingly. My hand that is rubbing his thigh travels all the way up his waist. He is already hard. We lock eyes as I feel him through his pants. My god he is big. But he still looks at me so afraid. I’m worried,
“Baby, it’s ok, I’m not upse…” He rushes into me with a kiss. I did it; my son wants me. I kiss him back with as much passion as I can give.
“God, mom, I love you,” he says between breaths.
I want him so bad. Fuck what Patricia says; I need him now. “I love you too, baby, come on.”
I take his hand, leading him down the hall, spilling the leftover wine in our rush to the bedroom. I run in and take off my dress, letting him look at my back and ass. Patricia was right having your son look at you like this is an incredible feeling. I turn around now and face him. I want him to take in all of my body, putting one leg In front of the other so my son can see all the curves I am giving him. I let my arm travel up my leg and over my thigh. He is so adorable looking at me, enchanted by me. I smile and move to the bed,
“Baby, why are your clothes still on?” I turn my head a little, pretending to be confused. Instantly, he takes off his shirt and runs to me. He trips on his pant legs around his ankles in his rush. I giggle and let my arms wrap around his back as he moves between my legs. My heart is beating so fast.
I look into his eyes and smile. “Please be gentle.”
He enters me, and already I feel like exploding. He’s perfect. I let my arms trail his sides and dig my nails into his back. Only a little; I don’t want to hurt my boy. I watch as he thrusts into me over and over. I lean my head back and moan.
“Mom… are you ok?” He looks so concerned. I look him in the eye,
“Please don’t stop. You feel so fucking good,” I say between gasps as his hands squeeze my hips. I grab his hands and run them up and down my body, letting him feel all that he was only allowed to look at before tonight, trailing his fingers against the sides of my hips and legs. He pulls me closer so he can get deeper. His hands land on my tits, playing with them as he thrusts inside me.
“Mom I’m gonna…” he trails off, so focused on giving me what I want, trying his hardest not to finish for me.
I want him to feel as good as I do. I lock my legs around his back pulling him deep into me,
“Cum for mom, baby.”
Instantly, he explodes. I feel him shake as he fills me more and more. Shuttering under the weight of it. The whole time I look into his eyes. Letting him have me. After one last shake, getting everything out, he collapses on my chest and lets his arms fall to the side of my body. One of my hands rub his back lightly. I feel his head rise and fall as I catch my breath and replay all that just happened.
“Baby, was that the first time you…” I feel his hair rub my breasts as he nods his head, far too tired to speak. I smile. “You did so good.” My hand moves to his hair running my hands through it. “I love you so much, thank you.”
I lean back and look at the ceiling, feeling my boy still inside me, collapsed on my chest. Patricia is right; letting your son finish inside you is the best thing a mother could ask for.
