A Blessing in Disguise

A Blessing in DisguiseIt's difficult to say what exactly it was that possessed me to do something so utterly sinful. Depravity has unraveling effects on a middle aged woman's sanity, so I often find the answer to this question to be that my patience had simply run out. Other times I let my guilt take the wheel and I believe that I did it simply because his cock was the biggest I had ever seen in person, but I can usually dismiss this explanation because I have never simply given myself to whatever man could prove that he was well endowed. My husband is proof of this... we'll just say that his biggest quality was his personality when we were younger. I'm certainly no slut... or rather I should say I never viewed myself as one until I seduced my own son. I think if other people knew my story, they would say it was a combination of many things that made me do it. Depravity, his cock, the fact that it was unthinkable and forbidden, the fact that my son wanted so badly for me to be happy, the fact that my husband was blind, half deaf, and could sit in the very room while our only c***d fucked me and be completely oblivious to it... I'm getting ahead of myself though. I should really start with some background. I just get so excited when I think about how it all started that I can hardly think clearly.My name is Christina. I was 37 years old when this all happened, and it had been a rough few years, but I had managed to keep my beauty a priority. In hindsight, I think that I became even more focused on vanity after my husband lost his sight and mobility. I feel guilty about it, but I wanted men to look at me. I wanted to be seen and wanted.I have long, wavy, bright red hair that falls just past my shoulders. I have pale skin that nearly looks stark white in photos, which is common of redheads of course. I keep my body in excellent shape with Zumba classes at my local gym and a healthy diet that I've always insisted on for my sake as well as my husband's. To be crude, and I plan to be quite crude, my ass is big enough to draw wanton stares from most men and tight enough to tell you through a pair of jeans that you won't find any wrinkles or lumps beneath. I'm not ashamed to admit that I have 36D breasts that never really shrunk after I gave birth. I always wear ruby red lipstick. I paint my long nails to match. I was gifted with bright green eyes, and you better believe that I wax... Everything. I must sound like a porn star to readers, but there's no sense in stating my imperfections here where fantasies are born and shared. Like I said, I love to be wanted.I'm a married mother of a single son. My husband's name is Gary, and he was so handsome when we first met. I used to love telling the story of how we fell in love and how charming he used to be, but now the story just bores me and I can't even bring myself to waste time typing it. He was tall and thin with dark brown hair and the most adorable smile. He owned an enormously successful business that allowed us to live comfortably and for me to not have to work, which was sometimes boring, but I found hobbies. His charm came to an end one winter with a car crash that stole his sight,his hearing in one ear, and broke his back. In the end he lost his ability to walk... among other things. I was so panicked when it happened that I remember nearly hyperventilating when they told me. Can you imagine building what you viewed to be a perfect life with someone, and then to have them ripped from you in an instant as though justice were nothing but a fairy tale? I bet many of you can. That's how I felt when it happened. It was like my heart was being ripped from my chest. You spend so many years with someone that you forget how much you love them until you think they might be dead... But he didn't die. His fate was worse than death, or so he says. After the accident he was never the same. He became bitter and angry, completely ungrateful for any help, but too helpless to refuse it. I struggled for a long time to hold on to our love, but he had lost all interest in romance and became a living incarnation of apathy. I can't blame him... but I can't blame myself either for falling out of love with him. He didn't have a choice about the accident or how it damaged him, but it was his choice to give up on life. We ended up selling his business for enough for us to live the rest of our lives without need to worry about finances. I would have worked, but nothing I could do would pay for the care we would need to provide Gary while I was gone, so I stayed home with him.I apologize; I haven't even introduced our son. It's difficult to write about Gary without telling the sad story of how our love died... I think I would seem much more of a monster if I didn't share that though. My son's name is Thomas. His friends call him Tom, and his father and I call him Tommy. He was 15 when Gary had his accident. I think he struggled with it emotionally as much as I did. I remember now how we held each other crying in the waiting room as the hospital fought for Gary's life. We were so relieved when they said he would make it, and so shocked when they told us the price he paid to live. It took us many months to really grasp the depth of how his condition would change our lives. It's sad to describe, but I've learned to accept how things turned out now. I've learned to look at things positively and to be grateful for everything that I have. I also would have never seduced our c***d three years later if it hadn't happened. Tommy has his father's dark brown hair and my green eyes. His complexion is closer to his father's than mine, but you can certainly see the resemblance he has to both of us. He is an athletic young man, and even when he was 15 he was popular with the girls. Gary and I made him stay active when he was younger and he eventually enjoyed sports without our forcing him to do them. After the accident though Tommy stopped playing sports at school altogether. He stayed in shape by lifting weights and mountain biking, but he wasn't nearly as interested in anything that involved a team. I felt so terrible for him back then for how much stress he must have been under with his father's bitterness and my sadness. In losing his father he had lost his role model and his ambition to let others into his life. He started wearing a lot of black and I think the reason he lifted weights so much was as much to vent as it was to get out of the house. I have to say though that the more Gary pushed me away, the more I noticed how well Tommy was filling out.It was well after Tommy's eighteenth birthday that I had really started to become attracted enough to him to feel guilty about it. As the months passed, however, my guilt paled to my lust and I started to want him enough to masturbate to the thought of him and to slowly push on the boundaries of our relationship... I certainly crossed the line when he turned 19 though... It was as though somehow him being a legal adult made it 'okay'. Of course I knew better, but that was how I justified my fantasies about him... and what I did.This all happened over the course of a year. It was all very subtle at first, but I urge you to be patient. I would sneak peeks of him, I would give him innocent little shows... Well, let's start from the beginning.-----------------------------------It was a few days after Tommy's eighteenth birthday. I stood over the kitchen sink, quietly washing the dishes from breakfast. I still wore my robe and my hair was a bit of a mess. I had just helped Gary out of the shower and into the kitchen where he sat listening to the kitchen television. Tommy had just left for school and this was typically when Gary would start to get grumpy... well, grumpier."Christine", he barked, "change the channel to ESPN! I don't want to listen to the news anymore, it's just more garbage."I sighed and reached for the remote, changing the channel for him before finishing the dishes.This is how our days went on. I would cater to his every need in the morning while Tommy went to school. I would then go to the gym to get away for a bit and to do my daily Zumba class. When Tommy got home, he almost immediately left for the gym to lift weights. Tommy hated to leave me with his father, but he hated being home with him even more. He had learned to dislike his father as much as I did for how he made us feel, as if we were the ones who ruined his life.Tommy and I had become very close since the accident. We would often stay up and talk about our days after Gary bored himself to sleep and he would always say something like "Hang in there mom, things will get better somehow.". It was always comforting, and I somehow believed him.My view of my son changed quite suddenly one evening. I don't quite know why it happened so abruptly, as though I hadn't had opportunities to see him this way earlier. I think it must have been because earlier that day I had been thinking about how responsible he was becoming, and how he would be moving out soon. He came home from the gym around six. I was preparing supper when I heard him come into the kitchen over the television, which was as loud as ever."Smells great mom", Tommy said as he walked in. "Pot roast?"I turned to him with a ruby red smile, my shiny red hair twirling outward and then falling to rest on one shoulder, and held back a gasp when I noticed my muscular son standing shirtless in the doorway. I glanced for a moment at his six pack abs and then quickly back up to his eyes, scolding myself mentally for checking out my son. "Um, You guessed it sweetie. Your father's request tonight. How was the gym?"He frowned when I mentioned his father, and then stretched his arms outward. I guiltily admired his muscles as they tightened with the movement, which is when I felt a hotness between my thighs and in my cheeks "Really good", he said, "I did my chest today""I can tell", I laughed awkwardly, and then said "Maybe you should go put a shirt on so you can join us for supper muscle man." and so that I could settle down!"Oh for Christ's sake Tommy," griped Gary from the dining table, "Get your ass dressed and get in here, supper has been done for ten minutes and I'm sick of waiting"I sighed as Tommy glared at him. "Whatever" he responded, and walked off. The older our son got, the less patient he was with Gary. I think he only stuck around for my sake, honestly."Excuse me?" Gary said back, his voice rising."He's gone, dear" I sighed.He scowled at nothing and shook his head, focusing back on the television sound.Meanwhile I was beating myself up for being so attracted to our son. Apparently nearly two years with no sex was taking its toll. What was I thinking? I could understand staring at men at the gym after Zumba, but my own son? My panties started to feel wet and I hated myself for my perversion. I never got this worked up staring at other men, so why Tommy? I would have to think about it more.Tommy came back in, wearing a black T-shirt and his gym shorts, which didn't do a lot to hide the bulge of his manhood... what? What was I thinking? Why was I even looking? I turned away toward the stove, disgusted with myself for the ridiculous burning desire I was experiencing, and started filling our plates as Tommy sat down. I then served my family and joined them at the table."So who all is coming for Thanksgiving this year, mom?" asked Tommy as we ate."The whole damn pity party we call a family would be my guess." mumbled Gary. It was funny, Gary could hear everything Tommy said, but typically couldn't tell how I responded because I always sat on his deaf side.Ignoring him, I answered "Your grandpa and grandma, your aunt Irene, uncle Charlie, and your cousins of course.""Cool," he replied, "it'll be nice to see everyone finally. It's been, like, since Christmas."We carried on for a bit about Thanksgiving while Gary ate silently. Eventually Gary rolled himself to bed while Tommy and I sat up and talked about our days. I tried to ignore my sudden swelling lust that I hoped I could relieve myself of and forget it ever happened.-----------------------------------Unfortunately I couldn't. I found myself working out even harder at the gym and caring even more about how I looked than I had before. I found myself watching for the door every evening and sneaking peeks of my son when he would take his shirt off, fingering myself at night at thoughts of him after we went to bed. Thanksgiving came and went and we managed to put on the same happy family show that we do every year. It wasn't long after that when I started to get bolder.One January evening Tommy was in the shower after supper. Gary was sitting at the dining table listening to the television, and I was in the kitchen washing dishes and losing my mind with this lusty obsession over my son. By now I was used to wet panties at the dinner table. I decided suddenly one night that I wouldn't have sex with him until his 19th birthday. What in the world was I thinking? Until he was 19? Was I planning to seduce my son when he turned 19? "Oh my God..." I said to myself, much louder than I would have intended."What?" Gary asked in his snarky tone."Nothing... I just forgot to call a friend about Zumba Bayrampaşa Escort tomorrow" I replied, surprised he had even heard me.I was going to seduce my son when he turned 19. God... I wondered how big his cock really was. I started to pace, unable to contain the butterflies in my stomach and the burning wetness between my legs. I closed my eyes and used my imagination to fuck my son. I heard the shower turn off through the pipes and my eyes flashed open. If the bulge in his shorts was any indication... I had to see for myself. Smiling, I walked toward the bathroom, boldly opening the door to see Tommy jump back and yelp "Holy shit!""Oh my gosh!" I cried, "I'm so sorry honey I forgot you were in here!" and I backed out quickly, taking in his naked form as I did, and gasping for breath as I shut the door... Oh my GOD it was huge! Even soft, it had to be seven inches, how big could it get? How could Gary and I have produced a son who was so well endowed? It had to be my side of the family."Jesus Christina. Did you not heard the shower?" I heard Gary bark."It's a wonder I can hear anything at all over your television show, Gary" I replied, knowing full well that he hadn't been able to hear the shower at all. He responded by turning it up."No big deal mom," Tommy said, his cheeks flushed as he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his toned muscles still glistening with moisture.Still quite red in the face myself, I nodded, allowing my eyes to travel as I did. I shuddered at how sexy he looked, and walked into the bathroom past him, closing and locking the door. I pulled my jeans and soaked panties off, sat on the floor, bit down on a leg of my jeans to keep myself quiet, and fucked myself with my fingers until I came in an attempt to settle myself down.It was never the same after that night.-----------------------------------I started to wear more revealing clothing every day to see if I could get a reaction from Tommy. It didn't seem to have any effect on him initially, but that was probably because he had seen me in my Zumba outfits and in dresses, and I assume those clothes simply weren't enough to make him view me as anything but his mother. It dawned on me that I could take advantage of his being used to how I dressed though by making it excusable to be even more revealing. One day I grew bold and after my Zumba class, I showered and put on a spaghetti strap tank top without a bra and some clean white yoga pants. My breasts were perky and my nipples were hard against the fabric with the air still cool from an ending winter. I went through the normal routine of cooking supper and ignoring Gary when Tommy finally came home from the gym. As he walked into the kitchen I turned around with two plates of food in my hands and my chest held out nicely "Oh hi sweetheart!" I said with a motherly smile.Tommy's jaw dropped for a moment and he eventually stuttered "H-h-hey mom...""What's your problem Tommy?" Gary asked rudely."Uh... nothing... just a long day" he responded.I loved how oblivious Gary was to the whole exchange, and I couldn't help but stare at Tommy's chiseled muscles and the slight stirring in his shorts "Time for supper, dear" I said lovingly."Right..." Tommy replied "I should go change quick.""Oh don't worry about that," I said, "You're just fine as you are, sweetie. I don't mind your gym clothes. Just give me that smelly shirt and have a seat." I said with a wink.Blushing, Tommy responded "Um... Okay...", and sat down at the table awkwardly.I leaned down to set his plate in front of him, giving him an eyeful of fleshy cleavage. I then kissed him softly on the cheek, my long red hair dangling onto his chest, and stood back up with a nourishing smile, watching him sweat and blush. I gave Gary his meal and held my hand out to Tommy. "Shirt, Tommy." I demanded.".. Right," Tommy replied, not one to question or disobey. He removed his sweaty shirt and handed it to me uncomfortably.I brought his shirt to the laundry room, taking a second to bring it to my nose and inhale his masculine scent before throwing it into the nearby clothes bin. Afterwards I made my way back to the kitchen, sitting down to eat with my family. Supper was silent for a while. I knew Tommy had finally noticed me as more than just his mother."Why are you two so quiet tonight?" Gary asked eventually, his tone as grumpy as ever."What a good question Gary" I responded, my sarcasm well masked. I leaned forward slightly, my chest on display for Tommy. "How was your day Tommy... oh, you have a little something here." I pointed to my cheek where my lipstick mark was on his."Oh, thanks..." he said, wiping it off with his napkin and blushing even brighter when he looked to it. "My day was good... Actually, I'm tired. I think I'll head to bed.""Oh, alright dear" I said, and I grinned as he stood and turned away simultaneously to hide what must have been an enormous erection."What was that all about?" Gary said after he had gone."I'm not sure dear. He must have had a hard day." I had no doubt about this.-----------------------------------This went on for several weeks, I would wear something revealing each evening, never wearing a bra, often wearing dresses or skirts, tank tops and sports bras. I stopped wearing panties at night so that I would stop soaking through them. Tommy sometimes ate shirtless after the gym. I would often brush my feet against his innocently, and eventually we began talking like normal again. I think he started playing the game as well, dressing in clothes that showed off his muscles and complimenting me often. I would give simple replies like "Oh, thank you dear" or, "That's sweet honey, thank you".Gary never caught on. He couldn't see my lewd outfits or the sexual tension between our son and I. He couldn't hear half of the conversations. He had no clue how soaking wet my thighs were at every dinner table and how often I masturbated while he slept.One day I grew dangerously bold. I wanted Tommy to see more. I was still making a point to not give away to Tommy that I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. I still planned to continue teasing him until his birthday, but if Tommy had made a move this night, I think would have went with it. It was near the end of summer and I wore a yellow sun dress. The material was thin, but you couldn't quite see through it... though it certainly didn't leave much to the imagination in terms of my breasts. Tommy came home from the gym as usual and sat at the table and ogled at me. I placed his meal before him, giving him a flash of cleavage and kissing him on the cheek as usual, and then gave Gary his meal. I sat down across from him and pretended to ignore that he was staring at me like I always did, and then we started to talk about our days as per our routine. I waited for Tommy to look down at his food and then reached over and knocked Gary's steak knife to the floor."What was that?" Gary asked"You knocked your steak knife to the floor, dear. Would you pick that up for your father Tommy?"Tommy glared at his father, to which I just smiled softly. "Sure thing." he responded begrudgingly. I parted my legs slightly as he went under the table, but no more than anyone else sitting at a kitchen table, and heard Tommy gasp. I wore no panties, my waxed pussy and thighs were soaking wet with my juices, and I felt my labia was opened just a tiny, inviting bit."What?" Gary said angrily, "Just pick it up k**""Oh calm down Gary, he's probably having trouble finding it," I said, opening my legs a little more to make sure my baby would get a really good look at my soaked entrance. A moment later he rose back up to his seat. He was shaking and his face beet red. He placed the steak knife next to his father without a word. I smiled to him innocently and said "Thank you, honey.""Sure." He said absently, "I'm tired... I think I'll head to bed now.""Oh Tommy, surely you can handle more than that." I said warmly, supposedly referring to his meal, reaching underneath my dress to glide my finger up and down my drenched slit while I stared at him. I could see by his confused expression that he caught my double meaning, even if Gary couldn't have.Tommy cleared his throat and said "Of course I can... I just... ate earlier, that's all""Oooh" I said, clearly unconvinced, gently letting a slender middle finger sink into my hot hole. "Well that's too bad dear. I really hoped you would eat more..." slowly bringing my gaze downward to subtly imply what was on my mind "Oh well, off you go dear." After saying this I closed my eyes, twirling my finger about inside of myself, wondering if he had any idea what I was doing. It was my assumption that he had never had sex because of how secluded he had become since the accident, but I also assumed he had seen his share of pornography by 18.Tommy stared at me for a moment, and then got up and turned simultaneously to leave, as he typically did when he didn't want me to see his boner.Gary just shook his head after he left and said "What difference does it make whether he eats or not, let the little punk go to bed hungry.""I care." I said flatly. "And don't talk about our c***d like that. He's a great k**, and he has his priorities in order for his age."Gary just mumbled something unintelligibly and went back to his meal.-----------------------------------After that night I really turned up the volume on my teasing. Tommy was going to be 19 soon and I wanted him to want me as bad as I wanted him. I even had an idea of how I would seduce him. That said, I also didn't want him to get too brave, so I made sure to deflect his compliments and reversed my attitude occasionally to keep my surface interests strictly motherly. I would wear shorter dresses without panties, or even sometimes semi-sheer nightgowns. When I knew he was looking I would occasionally bend over to grab something off of the floor, flashing my wet pussy to him, or stand on the tips of my toes so that the garments would raise high enough to give him a good view. I never wore bras, so when I was wearing my satin nightgowns he could see my breasts completely, but I acted completely normal, as though it were completely acceptable behavior. I would still stay up late with him, playing with his feet under the table with mine while we discussed our days. The best part was that my husband was there most of the time, and he was totally unaware of any of it. One such evening was only a few weeks from Tommy's nineteenth birthday.Gary had already rolled off to bed. Tommy sat across the table from me, wearing a sexy black beater that showed off all of his rippling muscles. I was wearing a silky purple nightgown with no bra that hung from my shoulders by two thin strings. My silky red hair dangled down over my left shoulder and I was wearing my usual ruby red lipstick as we talked."Well I'm glad to hear that school is going so well sweetheart." I said warmly"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm going to finish with a 4.0 this semester. I figured you'd be proud, even if dad doesn't give a damn anymore. How has he been to you lately?""Oh..." I sighed "You know. Same as always I suppose. He's irritable and doesn't really seem to notice I exist unless he wants something, or that I practically live for him.""I know mom... I feel awful for you. I'm sorry I leave you alone with him so much... I just need to get away from him. He gets me so angry.""I know dear. I don't blame you one bit. Besides, it's for a good cause. I bet the girls don't stop staring at you." I said, reaching under the table with one hand to gently graze a long fingernail up and down between my soaked pussy lips as I admired my son."I'm not really sure, honestly. I don't talk to many people anymore. I think people are afraid of me now. I don't see how anyone can take you for granted though mom... you're such a hottie.""Oh honey." I said, letting my middle finger sink easily into my tight pussy "I appreciate the compliment, but I've told you not to make those types of remarks. I'm your mother and it's inappropriate" I used thumb to rub small circles against my clitoris even as I spoke."Yeah..." he sighed, disappointed as always. "Sorry.""You need to find a girlfriend is what you need to do honey... You are almost 19 after all." I said softly, shuddering in guiltless pleasure as I mentioned his impending birthday with my wet cunt tight around my busy finger."You always say that... I'm not interested in anyone mom." he responded"No one?" I said, tilting my head to the side so my wavy red hair dangled down even further. My nipples were clearly visible through the silky nightgown and I started to work a little more vigorously on my pussy, sliding my wedding ring finger in to join the other.Tommy stared at me for a moment, trying hard not to look at my breasts, but glancing down occasionally nonetheless. "Well... no one I can have." he said, frustrated."I'm sorry to hear that dear" I said back, slowing my fingers to keep from climaxing so that I could keep my composure."What are you doing over there?" he asked, noticing how my arm moved as we spoke."Oh, I'm just rubbing my leg again sweetheart... it's still bothering me" I answered, Bayrampaşa Escort Bayan using the same answer I always used when I masturbated at the table across from him most evenings."You should get it checked out or something. It's been bothering you for months now." he said.I laughed "Yeah... I just might do that sweetie. Don't worry too much. It's nothing an occasional massage won't rub out." I said as I continued to drive my fingers in and out of my increasingly slippery cunt... "What are you staring at?" I asked, noticing he had become distracted by my breasts again."Huh? Oh... sorry mom. You really shouldn't dress so... sexy if you don't want me to stare." he responded."Honey, I'm not going to remind you again not to talk about me that way." I nearly moaned as I spoke, pushing my fingers deep inside. "And I'll dress however I want to in my own home. You should learn to mind your gaze better. Nightgowns are comfortable."Tommy rolled his eyes and shrugged "Alright, alright. Sorry... I'm going to head to bed mom I'm... tired"I laughed, pulling my fingers from my dripping pussy and wiping the juices against my left leg. "Alright dear, come give me a kiss goodnight" I said, a nightly tradition that I had only started a few weeks previous that allowed me to kiss my son every night.He nodded and stood up, walking toward me. He wore jeans that mostly hid his erection from me. I thought it was clever how he literally planned ahead enough to avoid exposure. He leaned down to give me a peck, and I reached around his neck with the hand I had just been using to masturbate, my damp fingers resting on the back of his neck. I pulled his lips against mine gently, kissing him for two or three seconds, my lips parting and closing once, enough for it to be a real kiss. "Goodnight dear" I whispered against his lips, now red with my lipstick"n-Night mom..." he said softly, his eyes still closed. He then turned and started heading toward his bedroom."Oh! Tommy, honey." I said as he walked away.He turned back "Yeah mom?""What do you want for your birthday dear? It's in just over two weeks now.""Oh... I don't know mom. Surprise me, I'm not picky."I smiled at him "Alright dear, I'll definitely surprise you." I said.He stared at me for a moment or two, and then headed off to bed. I did the same shortly after, lying next to Gary and masturbating while biting into the pillow to stifle my cries of ecstasy.-----------------------------------The next two weeks went on like this. Each morning I would give him a genuine kiss before he left for school and a genuine kiss before he went to bed. I wore the same skimpy, revealing clothing that I had for weeks. I would finger myself at the kitchen table nightly during our discussions, and often didn't even wipe the juices from my fingers before reaching for his neck. He never questioned this, but I assumed he wasn't as oblivious to the gesture as Gary was to the whole exchange. His birthday had finally come, and my stomach was in knots. I had an idea of how I would seduce him, but I was going to have to be careful because of Gary.it was a Saturday, and Tommy had been sleeping in. I had wrapped his gift in a small box and prepared it with a birthday card. Gary was sitting in the bedroom listening to the news and I was in the kitchen making pancakes. I wore a new pink, see-through nightgown that really didn't hide a damn thing. I had never been quite THIS exposed in front of our son, but it was his birthday, and all bets were off.I heard steps coming toward the kitchen and my heart leaped into my throat. I kept my back turned to the doorway and pretended to work on the pancakes that I had already finished. I didn't hear anything, but I could feel his eyes on me. My legs were parted enough that it would be easy for Tommy to see the silhouette of my vagina and my ass. Everything one can see from behind, he could see. My long red hair hung down about six inches above the small of my back. I finally heard a chair pull out from the table as Tommy sat down, but I didn't turn to face him immediately."Good morning... and happy birthday baby..." I said the second part with a husky undertone as I turned toward him, two plates of pancakes in my hands. Tommy's jaw dropped as I faced him, my breasts completely on display for him, areolas, nipples and all. My hairless pussy was hidden only by a thin pink veil of fabric and shadow."Uuhhmm... Good... Morning..." Tommy said shakily, staring at my legs intently. I was hot and wet and I could feel streaks of my juices running down my thighs, I assumed he was trying to focus on this through the nightgown."Is something wrong dear?" I asked innocently, giving him a ruby red smile"No... just... God mom... you're practically naked. I know you dress for comfort but... t-this is different." he stammered"Oh honey, I've told you over and over, I'll dress how I want to in my own house. Besides, you walk around with your shirt off all the time. It's not so different.""I... I guess so..." he said, trying to take it all in and not even touching his pancakes. "So uh.. where's dad?""He's listening to the television in the bedroom, same as every Saturday... same as any day, really." I said casually as I sat across from him, reaching up with my right hand and toying with my silky hair "So what's the plan for today then birthday boy? 19 years old! Almost a real man now, huh?"Tommy laughed awkwardly, trying to focus on his pancakes as not to make his ogling too obvious. "I don't know... I'll probably just go to the gym and play some video games in my bedroom."I sighed and shook my head "Oh honey... you're nearly an adult. Maybe you should spend some time home... with your lonely mother..." I said the last part slower, and he glanced up questioningly. As he did this I slid him his card and his gift.Tommy looked down to the small wrapped box and the card, and then reached up slowly. Shaking, he un-wrapped the box. He then looked up at me smiling "A digital camera? Awesome! Thanks mom!"I gave him a ruby red smile and said "That's right dear; there will be plenty of pictures to take... now the card.""Huh..? R-right..." he said, having been distracted by my bare chest again. Slowly he opened the card. I imagine his mind was racing. Here he was in the kitchen with his virtually naked mother making all of these confusing comments. He was used to me dressing skimpy though, and was a virgin, so he probably didn't understand what was happening... but he would soon enough.It was a generic birthday card. On the front it said "Happy Birthday Son!" Tommy smiled as he read this and opened it up, and after a moment his eyes grew somewhat confused. It said:"To my beautiful son:I want to wish you the best nineteenth birthday that a proud mother can wish. I have spent all these years raising you and taking care of you... and now it's time for you to take care of me.Love Mom"Tommy looked up at me from the card quizzically "W... what does this mean... take care of you?"I simply stared into his beautiful green eyes for a few moments, my bright red lips locked in a knowing smile. I eventually broke the silence with a logical answer "Well dear... You know how my leg has been bothering me lately? Well... I was thinking you could start by giving me a leg massage. I really think it would make a difference... for both of us." I winked at him as I said the last bit.Tommy gulped visibly. I had never suggested anything like this too him, and I had never allowed him to touch me outside of a not so motherly kiss here and there. Any time he would hug me close enough to make me think he was becoming aroused I would push him off of me and scold him. 'That's enough of that Tommy' or 'Stop it Tommy, I'm your mother and you would do well to remember it'... I had played my part well. "Well... I suppose I could do that mom. I mean it's the least I can do for the camera." he finally responded"Great!" I said gleefully, grinning and standing up, my breasts bouncing as I did and my pussy back in Tommy's line of sight "I'll go to my bedroom and lay down.""Wait, right now?" he asked, "With dad in there?"I raised an eyebrow at him "It's just a leg rub Tommy, I don't think we'll disturb his shows. Come inside... when you're ready." I walked past him then, giving his shoulder a little squeeze on my way by, my ass swaying back and forth with each step. I walked into the bedroom and lay down on my back, pulling my nightgown down as far as I could, which was still a foot above my knees... Not that it covered anything anyway. "Tommy is going to give me a leg rub dear, I pulled a muscle in Zumba and he thought he could help"Gary didn't even respond. I was on his deaf side and the blaring loud TV was on the other, to which I smirked and watched the door.Tommy walked in a moment later, and I smiled to him, pointing to my left leg. He nodded awkwardly and crawled into the bed beside me, resting in a seated position. I admired how sexy he was in his long boxer shorts and a white T-shirt that hugged his muscles. "Uuh.. Where has it been hurting then, mom?" he asked, clearly uncomfortable next to his all but naked mother."Just above my knee a bit sweetie, I'll tell you when you've found it..." I responded, closing my eyes and laying back, my breasts on full display. Tommy must have been rock hard, because his hands were shaking when he started to rub my leg just above my knee. I kept my eyes closed because I wanted him to be able to really admire his mother without fear of guilt or reprisal. I had gone to great lengths to make myself desirable, and this was the time for it to pay off. "Mmmmm that feels good honey... a bit higher though please.""Oh... alright." Tommy responded, moving his hands slightly higher. Now he was rubbing my leg just underneath my nightgown. Not that it mattered, Tommy could see right through it to his mother's vagina from where he sat now, though probably not how wet it was. He remained quiet as he rubbed my leg, and I moaned softly, but not any more than might alert Gary to anything more than a simple massage... which was all this was right now of course."Higher sweetheart... My cramp is up further than that" I said at length, to which he hesitated for a moment before obliging. He slowly moved his hands up another few inches. Now his hands were completely underneath my nightgown, just six inches or so away from my hot, tight, soaking wet pussy. "Mmmm.... It's more toward my inner thigh dear; don't worry about the front so much." I instructed, and he slowly moved his hands as he was directed."Uh... Like right here, mom?" he asked nervously"It's still higher dear, you're getting close though." I responded. He hesitated again, he must have been really struggling not to go crazy, and he must have been incredibly unsure about what I really wanted. I had spent several months making it clear that I was off limits, after all. Eventually he moved his hands even higher. Now his hand was just inches from my cunt, where he would easily feel the heat emanating from my womanhood. His fingers kneaded into my slippery, soaked thigh and he stopped suddenly, obviously perplexed."That's just massage oil sweetheart, keep rubbing." I said huskily. Gary turned the television up a bit in annoyance, though I doubted he could make out what I was even saying with his bad ear to us. Tommy, looking dumbfounded, started rubbing again, soaking his hands in my pussy juice as he massaged at my inner thigh. I went back to moaning innocently before saying finally "Just a bit higher son."He swallowed hard, but ever so slowly moved his hands up the final inch of my leg. His hands and wrists were completely under my nightgown now, and his forearms had pushed it up enough that he would clearly see mommy's wet pussy. As he rubbed at my leg where it met my pussy I moaned a bit more often, relishing his touch. His fingers were literally gliding against the crease between my pussy and my leg, and his knuckles would occasionally brush against the nearby pussy lip, probably unintentionally considering how closely I had guided him to it. I noticed he was only using one hand now, and I had a feeling I knew what he was doing with the other."You're so close sweetheart..." I sighed, then after a pause "It's still just a little higher..." I said slowly, spreading my legs open, feeling my nightgown rise up as I did. Tommy stopped. I kept my eyes closed, but I heard his breathing shake with each inhalation and each exhalation. He knew there was no leg left on the path I was leading him up, so he knew now that I wasn't interested in having my leg massaged at all. Maybe even knew that I had never even rubbed my leg on all those nights before. Slowly he moved his hand up and cupped my soaking cunt with his enormous hand, using the pads of his fingers to rub my pussy in a large circular motion. "Ooooh Yeeah son... that's the spot.." I groaned as my whole body tingled with ecstasy. My vagina was so wet that there was almost no friction between it and his fingers. They just glided easily through my juices with each circular motion."I-Is this where it's been bothering you, mom?" Tommy asked adorably as he freed his cock from his boxers so Escort Bayrampaşa that he could stroke himself."Oooh yeah son... you found it... Go a little deeper if you can dear.." I said, bringing my knees up and dropping them to either side in a frog-leg position, which spread my tight pussy open wide. I looked over to Gary, who was still immersed in the television under the assumption that I was just having a muscle cramp rubbed out. Tommy nodded and eagerly pulled my nightgown up past my toned stomach before slowly sliding two fingers into my tight cunt, the effort made easy by my flowing fluids "Oooh my God that's it Tommy..." I gasped as his huge fingers stretched the walls of my trained-tight vagina out. I turned my head away from Gary and bit at the pillow and reached down to claw at Tommy's leg with long painted red nails. He skillfully moved his large fingers inside of me and I reached down further to take over for his other hand, gently stroking his enormous cock with my soft, silky hands. As I did this he started to fuck me with his fingers, matching the pace that I stroked his cock perfectly "Oh... Oh harder dear... rub a bit harder" I said desperately.Tommy obliged and started to fuck me with his fingers even harder, and I could actually hear the wet sound each time he slammed them into my soaking hole. I bit the pillow hard and rolled my eyes back, focusing all of my energy into stopping myself from crying out as my son fingered me."You're going to need to find a way to go deeper honey" I said suddenly, reaching down with my free hand and grasping his wrist to stop him and giving his enormous cock a gentle squeeze with the other before releasing it. I opened my eyes and looked lustfully at my son. He had removed his shirt. His solid muscles were on full display and I wanted him so badly. I slowly looked down to where his giant dick poked out of his boxers to let him know what I meant, and saw his eyes go wide."A-Alright mom... I think I can put a bit more muscle into it" he said, moving to remove his boxers completely."Would you two stop talking so much already?" Gary barked as he reached for the remote, turning the television up obnoxiously high.I smiled at my luck and wrapped my legs around our son when he positioned himself between them. He pushed his hands under my back and pulled my nightgown upward, which he easily slid over my head and arms with my cooperation. He then leaned over me, his hands on the bed on either side of me, controlling his weight easily and coming down to press his lips into mine.My son and I kissed passionately with my husband only a few feet away, and with our tongues dancing together playfully he brought his body down against mine, my breasts mashed against his muscular chest. I dragged my long nails against his back gently with one hand and reached down between us with the other, guiding the head of my baby's cock between my slippery cunt lips. "Nice and deep sweetheart... this will be our little secret.." I said against his lips quietly, as if Gary could hear anything over the television anyway.I threw my head back and let out a guttural moan as he slowly pressed forward, relishing the feeling of my c***d's enormous cock slowly stretching my labia wide open with slippery ease. His lips moved to my neck, which I exposed for him to suck at as he very slowly buried his penis deeper and deeper inside of me, inch by beautiful inch, until I finally felt the head pressing hard against my cervix... and he wasn't even all the way in! Such heaven! "Oohhh yesss son, that's just how deep mommy needs massaged.." I whispered huskily into his ear, digging my nails into his corded back as I held him tightly against me.After holding his cock in me for what felt like a blissful eternity he slowly pulled it back, but just enough so that he could fuck it back into me with the vigor that I so craved from him. I shut my eyes tight, biting on his shoulder as he started to fuck me and moaning against his flesh with each powerful thrust. I was built nicely, with strong, lean muscle of my own, but I was like a rag doll to my son.We went on like this for a long time, and the television was much too loud for Gary to hear the rocking bed as Tommy fucked his mother's brains out. "Ooooh God Sonnnn!" I whimpered; each long word interrupted several times by aggressive thrusts of cock deep into my hot cunt. I looked over to Gary as our son pounded at my eager little pussy like a jackhammer, watching for any indication that he could tell that Tommy was fucking me, but he just stared toward the blaring loud television, immersed in one of his shows.I started to shudder beneath my only son, my pussy muscles clenching convulsively at his manhood as it buried itself repeatedly as deep as it would go, stretching me out further than I had ever experienced. I cried out and dug my nails deep into his back as I reached a climax, ejaculating a waterfall of cum around my son's perfect cock. Gary 'looked' over toward us as I did, and I yelled to him "Sorry dear, it's really sore." to which he just went back to his show, unable to tell what I said.Tommy reached up and cupped one of my breasts into his large hand, twirling his thumb around my nipple and then he kissed his way down from my neck to the other nipple, his tongue moving in circles around it as he let me settle down from my orgasm. Eventually he slowly pulled his cock out nearly halfway, and then slammed it back into me "Oh thank GOD yes!" I moaned, which was drowned out by the even louder television. I wrapped my legs around Tommy tighter, crossing my heels on the small of his back as he continued to fuck me like this, slower but harder than before. I held onto him tight as he worked magic on his mother's body.I closed my eyes and simultaneously enjoyed as he fondled one breast, sucked and licked my other nipple, and drove his cock relentlessly into mommy's insatiable vagina. Eventually he released my nipple from his mouth and pressed the top of his head into the bed over my right shoulder and started to fuck me even more eagerly.I started screaming into his shoulder with every thrust, bucking my hips against him to take every thick inch of him as hard as I could, and then it finally happened. Tommy reached down and grasped one of my hips, pulling me against him with all his considerable might as he drove his giant cock in all the way to the back of my pussy and grunted as it exploded with cum deep into my uterus.I immediately threw my arms and legs out and started twitching with orgasm, my ejaculation flowing out from the base of my son's cock as he held it inside of me powerfully and continued to fill me with cum. I continued to twitch as I took his full load into my pussy, an unbelievable amount of my baby's hot creamy cum flooding the chambers of my womanhood. Eventually my eyes went wide as I realized he was still ejaculating. "Oh... Oh my God.." I gasped as spurt after hot spurt dumped into my womb. Tommy was completely tense, spasming as he unloaded his sperm into me. "Tommy!" I cried "Oh God! How is this even possible?". I began to tremble again as my pussy completely filled with cum. Finally it stopped and I released every muscle in my body, lying onto the bed panting, admiring my son's shoulder covered in bite marks and lipstick. Tommy finally let go of my hip and kissed me. I returned the kiss warmly and smiled at him as we broke it, whispering against his lips "Now you're a real man, son... God... I'm so full right now baby"He smiled back at me "Thanks for the birthday present mom..." he replied."This is just one of many..." I said warmly as my son slowly pulled his softening cock from inside of me. "Ooooh my goodness" I sighed as I felt glob after glob of his cum rushing out of my cunt and running down my ass crack onto the bed where it gathered in a massive puddle of semen.. "Just think, this is just the beginning of the day birthday boy." I said to him as the waterfall of cum continued to pour down over my asshole into the pool below. We both looked over to Gary, who had no clue in the world what had just happened a few feet away from him. He had drowned out one of the only senses he had left with mindless television sound.-----------------------------------After that first incredible fuck, I helped Gary bathe and took a shower of my own while Tommy went to get cleaned up. I slipped into my Zumba clothes and waited for Tommy to finish getting ready. Tommy and I kissed passionately as a mother and son never should and eventually we left for the gym together. I did my Zumba class while he lifted weights, each of us eager to get back home for more forbidden fulfillment. Afterwards we went out to eat, laughing and joking like a newlywed couple. I would giggle as he would brush his fingers through my silky red hair. I was twice his age but I felt like the chemistry between my son and I bound us together even stronger than our shared blood and the age difference just turned me on more. I loved that he was younger, I loved that my baby boy was going to fuck me any time I wanted and my Husband would never know. I felt alive again, and I would live in sin from that day on.I made meatloaf for supper that night. I felt like it was appropriate since my son had stuffed me with his just that same day. I had slipped into a warm sweater dress without panties, and I was horny for my son again. I served three plates and waited for Tommy to come to supper. When he did we smiled to each other and he sat down. My smile became a grin and he looked at me quizzically. Gary started to eat his supper grumpily as I reached for the hem of my sweater dress, slowly pulling it up... and up... and up. Tommy's eyes went wide with eagerness and I giggled."What's so funny?" Gary asked"Nothing dear, I just remembered something Sharron said today at Zumba about Jake..." I pulled my chair out as I said this, but instead of sitting down I crawled quietly under the table. I brushed against Gary's leg as I moved toward Tommy, but it didn't matter because he was paralyzed from the waist down and couldn't feel it anyway. I kept quiet as I came between Tommy's legs. He looked down to me wide eyed as I grabbed the edge of his gym shorts and pulled them down enough to free his cock. Tommy couldn't really object as I pressed my mouth down onto his erection, filling my mouth with cock and starting to suck him off at the dinner table. Tommy worked to control his breathing as my head bobbed up and down, grabbing a handful of my hair and guiding me as I took him deep into my throat. I tightly gripped his saliva clad cock with a soft hand and followed my lips up and down, squeezing and sucking hard until his manhood throbbed in my mouth and exploded with cum into my throat. I swallowed hard, my throat muscles massaging the head of his cock as I did and making him empty his load completely. Afterward I quietly crawled out from under the table and seated myself across from my relieved son.I cleared my throat and said "Well... just delicious", after which I started on my meal. "How was your birthday Tommy?" I asked"The best I've ever had mom, thank you." he responded"Oh, Happy birthday k**" Gary said, as if he'd just now found out that it was our son's birthday, and as if he even cared."Thanks." Tommy said, smirkingAfter we finished eating, Gary focused on the sound of the television as usual and I said "You look tired Tommy. Maybe you should head to bed." with a wink"Oh... Yeah I'm exhausted. It's been a busy day for me." he said "I guess I'll head off early.""Alright dear, come give me a kiss goodnight" I said warmly, to which Tommy stood and walked toward me, leaning down and kissing me deeply. When the kiss broke I pulled him close, whispering hotly against his ear "Now give my other lips a kiss goodnight..."Tommy's eyes went wide and he looked to his father, and then back to me. I only smiled and gently guided him to his knees. "Alright, goodnight Tommy, see you in the morning." I said, pretending that he had left the room as he silently crawled underneath the table. I opened my legs wide to display my tight, glistening hole to my son. I then reached beneath the table and felt for him, brushing my nails along his scalp and then wrapping my fingers around his head, pulling him toward my eager cunt. "Ooooh yeeeahhh" I cooed as Tommy's tongue sunk into his mother's pussy."What was that for?" Gary asked bluntly"Nothing dear, I'm just rubbing at that sore muscle of mine again" I responded as our son's tongue twirled around my clitoris skillfully. I held strong to his head, dr****g my legs over his shoulders, my heels resting on his back, and started to gently buck my hips against his face. I closed my eyes and kept my moans quieter than the television as my boy tongue fucked me. He sucked at my clit for a little bit, then started dragging his tongue across my entire slit from bottom to top. Eventually, as I started to grind my pussy into his face more desperately, he started to focus on my clit again, flicking at it repeatedly with his tongue until finally I came to a shuddering climax. It was the quietest orgasm I had ever had, but my juices were flowing down my son's cheeks and chin freely, tendrils of sticky liquid dangling between my cunt and his face as he slowly pulled away from me. I grabbed his new digital camera from the table and took a picture of the beautiful sight. I had a feeling there would be a lot of pictures in the near future.-----------------------------------