A couple users have mentioned they want me to write what has happened since the first incident [Disturbing Thoughts]. I'll try to do my best and be as clear as possible. I wasn't able to put our son out of my mind, and I didn't want to. I know it's not a healthy thing to do but I wanted to at least see him naked again. I urged my husband to go out with his buds and I used the time to enjoy some wine. I didn't have an idea how I was going to do this, but I have been reading some other people's stories which gave me some confidence to try. I put on a somewhat revealing dress, it's more of a slip really, with a matching pair of panties. I'm still petite, though my breasts got bigger after my pregnancy and never fully returned to my previous cup. I've been good about keeping fit for my husband. It's important to me and I like feeling sexy.
My son was in his room and I could hear his game going. I knocked on his door and hoped he would answer instead of sometimes asking through the door. He opened the door and I told him dad went out and asked him if I could make him something to eat. He said yes and looked over me briefly and noticed my wine glass, and smiled. I said "yes, and I'm having a good time too." I raised my glass.
I asked if he'd keep me company at the kitchen table while I made him food. He said I was acting strange. I mean I was wearing only two garments of lingerie, but I knew I was behaving strangely too. I didn't have defenses other than to tell him it was the wine, and that I didn't want to be alone. I offered him a little wine if he'd join me in the kitchen. He shut off the game; I knew that would do it.
I let him have a single half glass of the Pinot Grigio I was drinking. I got him talking and we had a good time. I asked him if he has a girlfriend. He said there were two girls he likes but he's not sure if either like him. I told him girls are just as foolish as boys and that he should be more direct with them. There was some silence but I could feel my son watching me as I focused on making him mac and cheese. I had to lean over to retrieve the colander from beneath the counter. I'm sure he got a nice shot of my ass. The wine must have started getting to him because he started speaking more.
"Lawrence thinks your hot."
Lawrence is my son's friend we see the most, and where he often takes his computer.
He continued talking about how Lawrence said he (my son) was lucky. Then my son complimented me and said Lawrence was right, and that he thinks I'm pretty too. I remember I turned and looked over my shoulder at him and winked as I said "thanks, dear." Meanwhile, I was getting hot in my panties because he reminded me so much then of his father.
I set a plate for him at the corner of the table, and I sat in a chair I pulled out from an adjoining side. I wasn't hungry but I was starting a third glass of wine. I sat like that so my son could glance between my legs as he pleased, while I distracted myself with my phone to text my husband and make sure he wasn't coming back soon. I lifted up my right foot and rested it on the wooden piece beneath my son's chair. I could feel it was an intimate and inviting posture.
"So those girls you like, are they pretty? What do you like about them."
My son was so funny. He paused for a moment and looked at me. I felt he knew what I was trying to do. I was getting excited.
"I like Kaitlyn the most. She's smart and her hair is straight like yours, a little darker though. Cute face too. Not a lot of makeup. Wears jeans a lot, but I've seen her wear a dress."
"Is that what you like; when girls wear dresses?"
"Or nothing at all." He joked. We laughed.
"Your father likes me in dresses too, because he's a leg man. I bought this to wear for him so he can view my legs."
I looked down at myself to be obvious with inviting my son to look me over. My nipples were hard and poked outward beneath my slip. No way to hide I was getting aroused by the exchange.
"It's really nice." He said. "You look sexy good in that."
I pulled my slip up enough so he could see the top trim of the panties.
"And they match too." I said.
I saw a spark of desire as he looked right at the strip of garment at my vagina which would soon get wet if it wasn't already. Then my son put his head down on his arm on the table. "Oaww.. I can't believe I said that." He was embarrassed.
I knew I had him now. I could have stopped there but I didn't.
"It's alright. I know I'm sexy. A woman likes to be told she's sexy."
I said something of the sort. I don't remember exactly what else I said because things escalated. I took his hand and let him feel my leg that was propped against his chair. I took my hand away and my son left his there and I set my glass on the table and closed my eyes. I let him do that for a while and we got silent and smiled at the moment. A minute or two passed and I began to touch myself through my panties for him to watch. I was so hot for him. I invited him to turn his chair more toward me and he did. I thought about taking it to one of our rooms but I didn't because it was already an intimate arrangement. Didn't want to risk losing the mood either.
I kept my legs spread and he pulled his chair as close as comfortable to mine. I could see my son was getting an erection. I lifted up my left leg and placed my foot against his tan pants on his thigh and started rubbing his leg, but I didn't touch his erection yet. He was leaning a bit forward and massaging my right leg with both his hands but didn't go higher.
I was no longer being discreet and was making small moans while massaging my sex through my panties. I loved feeling his hands on my leg. He tried to say something and it was some mild concern or such but he sounded nervous and anxious. I told him it was alright.
I committed to myself that this was going to happen so I stopped momentarily to lean forward and lifted off my slip. I'm never going to forget that excited look he gave when he saw my breasts. My son's penis was pressing out and ready and I moved my foot to manipulate it through his pants.
"You can take it out. I want to see it." I said boldly. I knew he was nervous and wouldn't have otherwise. But he unfastened his pants and shimmied them down enough. And I finally saw that meat between his legs standing proudly up from his lap. My son has a beautiful penis. It looked about six to seven inches.
I remember he said, "this is weird."
"But you like it, don't you?"
He nodded his response, never dropping his smiling grin.
We sat there together facing each other like that for a while. I used one hand to massage my breasts and the other to play with my clitoris after I pulled the strip of my panties to one side. He stroked himself with one hand and kept gently rubbing his hand up and down my thigh as he watched me tickle my clitoris. His mouth was open and I sensed his desire.
It was probably a lot of stimulation for him and he didn't let me know he was going to climax. I was going to take it further but he started ejaculating against his shirt before I could touch him. I set my foot down and leaned in to grab his pulsing manhood and jerk the rest out for him. That's when he started making noise. He didn't squirt too much more of his warm goop into my hand but I'm certain he masturbates daily. Oh my God I can't believe we did that. I told him I really enjoyed it and got up to wash my hands. I tasted my fingers while he was busy with himself. Oh, I want it so bad. Our son tastes different from his father; not better or worse, but different. It's been difficult to stay focused writing this down.
I told him to take his shirt and pants off and to get his dirty clothes so I could do his laundry. It was an odd moment. I felt like I was back in college again and what we had done was just so trivial. Some interesting emotions surfaced. I remained topless the remainder of the evening and enjoyed the wine until just before I expected my husband to return. My son retired to his room and I didn't know what he was thinking. I wanted to check on him and make sure he was alright about what happened. After his father returned, and I was clothed again, I went in to check on our son. He was listening to music, and glowing with happiness. He was high from the experience. We talked some and I told him I loved him and enjoyed what we did. And I let him grope my breasts there in his room. That was kind of an unexpected sudden request he made. He was hard again, but we dare not do anything too involved with his father home. We both want to do more. It's real now. I don't know where this is going to go. My son shows visibly more affection for me now than before, sometimes even in front of his father. It's nothing too revealing but its the longer than usual touch, a lascivious remark or some wild looks. My son made a nearly obscene comment regarding my ass; my husband just kind of glared at him for a moment. I remained unfazed by it. I've been more vocal when my husband pounds me, secretly hoping that our son can hear me. It amplifies my enjoyment to think my son could be masturbating to my passionate cries of getting dicked by his father. It makes my husband and I laugh though when he has to tell me to quiet down. I don't know how my husband would react if he ever found out what happened; certainly plan to keep him in the dark though.
It takes a lot of time to write these events down. I get distracted. I'm sorry if some of this doesn't make sense sometimes. I'll write more when more occurs. It does feel good to talk about it.
JenFamily September 24, 2019 at 5:24 pm51