superfrancesco16101977: Part 3There I stoodin the kitchen, both my hands covering my crotch, hiding
superfrancesco16101977: Part 3There I stoodin the kitchen, both my hands covering my crotch, hiding my naked pussy fromNick, my 16-year-old son. He eyed me with lascivious intent, delighted at finding his mother traipsingaround the house with nothing on but a v-neck top that was too short to provide any modesty downbelow. I’m sure he assumed this was some after school sexual treat I had arranged just for him, butthe truth was that I’d lost track of time while I was upstairs in his brother’s room masturbating as Isniffed a pair of my own panties that my younger son had saturated in cum. Lord, my once-normallife was becoming stranger by the minute.“Is this what you do all day while we’re at school, Mom, run around the house with no pantson?” Nick asked with a huge grin. He boldly approached me. What happened to that shy, bashfulboy from the other day?“Stay right where you are, mister,” I warned him. “I was doing a load of laundry and I wantedto wash the slacks I had on, so I threw them in the basket. I was going to put on sweatpants, butI didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” None of my excuses changed the fact that I was trappedout in the open half-naked under the lustful gaze of my son. “Now look the other way so I can putsomething on.”“Why can’t I see?” His hand massaged his crotch.“You just can’t,” I insisted feebly.He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his erect cock. “Just one little peek?”“Nick, put that away.”“If you can be naked in the kitchen, then so can I.” He began stroking himself as he eyed mybare legs and naked hips.“I’m not fooling around with you!”“You could be… ” He gave me a wink. God, he as bad as his father.“Okay, if I let you have one peek will you take that thing of yours downstairs?”“Sure,” he quickly agreed, licking his lips.“Fine, then, here you go.” I twisted around, flashed him my nude butt, then quickly turned backaround. “Now scoot!”“No way! That’s not what I meant.”“Well, that’s all you’re going to get.”“I wanted to see the front,” he whined. “Forget it, I’m not showing you my pussy.” I felt my nipples begin to react as soon as I said ’mypussy’ out loud in front of my son. Damn, why did that feel so good?“Then at least let me have a better look.” His face clearly showed his desperate desire. “I’vealready seen your boobs before, so showing me your butt is nothing major.”He did have a point. “What happened to not wanting to be annoying?”Nick could only shrug and give me that pleading look of his. With a resigned sigh, I turnedaround and gave him a full view of my backside.“Sweet,” he gasped. The sound of him frantically jerking off was suddenly apparent.As I mentioned before, I don’t have much of an ass to speak of thanks to my Asian, or should Isay Korean, heritage. My backside is fairly small, and flat, but it has a nice shape to it and somerespectable curves where my cheeks meet the tops of my thighs. I couldn’t get over how much of aturn on it was to expose myself like this to my son. The fact that he was madly beating off to thesight of my ass was giving me goose bumps.“I think that’s enough,” I announced.“No, Mom, wait!” he begged. “You look so hot, don’t move.” The fleshy slapping noises increasedin pace. “Please… ” he added with strained yearning.I was tempted to lean forward and thrust my butt out towards him. If I did he might get aglimpse of my asshole. The thought of showing off this intimately secret part of my body sent athrill up through my tummy into my chest. I decided not to let my fantasies get the better of mein a way that might send this little encounter down a path neither of us was prepared to deal with.He seemed happy enough jacking off to what I was letting see at the moment, so I should be morethan content with that.I couldn’t resist giving him just a little wiggle, however. Seconds after I did, he let out a groanand the sound of something wet splatting on the kitchen floor let me know he was finished.“There, happy now?” I turned to see Nick standing there with rosy cheeks, holding his stiff prick,a dribble of cum hanging from the tip. “Look at the mess you made,” I clucked in a motherly tone.“Sorry… ” he mumbled, not really meaning it.I saw what I was about to do in my mind’s eye. The rational part of my brain was shocked bythe very thought of it, but the animal side of me had controlI knelt down, pulled off my shirt, and used it to mop up my son’s sperm from the floor. Hestood over me without uttering a word. I took my time, making sure I didn’t miss a single drop.I knew I was tempting the beast, and half expected Nick to lose control and attack me. I didn’twant that to happen, but if it did…There was no point in even thinking such thoughts. That wasn’t going to happen, and I definitelyshouldn’t want it to happen. Once every trace of his orgasm was erased, I straightened up and tossedmy shirt into the laundry basket. “Might as well make it a full load,” I said offhandedly as I unhookedmy bra and added it to the pile.Nick gaped down at me. His eyes roved over the sight of his mother kneeling on the floor infront of him completely naked. I looked up at him, wondering what he might do next. My kneeswere together, but he could see my small tuft of black pubic hair. Most of his attention seemed tobe focused there. I could hear my own heart beating in my chest.He began stroking his cock again. Slowly this time, as if he was trying not to startle me intorunning away like a skittish deer or something. Part of me wanted to do just that, but I remained on the floor. He carefully edged his pants down and stepped out of them. I watched without movingor saying a word. Nick had no idea that if he only stepped forward at that moment and pressed thehead of his cock against my lips that I would have gladly taking him into my mouth.His hand gripped his shaft tightly and moved up and down its length. The fluid motion of hismasturbation technique entranced me like nothing else I’d ever known. He drank in my naked flesh,not seeming to be bothered by the slight droop of my tits, my extra bit of belly, or the increasingplumpness in my thighs. All he could see was a real live naked lady on display right in front of him.“You’re so fucking sexy, Mom,” he muttered sincerely.I felt my cheeks warm. Flattery will get him everywhere. I brought my hands up and cuppedmy breasts, squeezing and massaging them for his pleasure. I tweaked my nipples, playing first withone, then the other. He watched attentively and continued working his stiff cock. I was wet earlier,but ever since he walked through the door I had been getting increasingly wetter. That insistentache was between my legs and I wasn’t going to be able to resist it much longer.“You’re pretty sexy yourself, young man,” I told him honestly. “I like seeing your cock andwatching the way you handle it.” I noticed his chest swell a little at my compliments. “I love seeingyou make yourself cum.”“It feels way better with you watching.”My hands caressed my hips and tummy as I stared at the head of his dick bobbing up and downwith each steady pump of his fist. I couldn’t take it.I slid my knees apart just enough so I could get a hand in between my thighs. Nick made aplaintive ’mmmm’ sound as I began touching myself down there. He couldn’t see exactly what Iwas doing, but he knew I was playing with my pussy. I slipped a finger into my wet crease, circledthe tip around my pulsating opening, then pressed against my excited nub.“My clit is so hard right now,” I sighed.This was really happening. Despite everything I was worried about, and how I promised myselfI wouldn’t let things go any further than they had, there I was fingering myself in front of my son.And it felt fucking wonderful.“That is way cool,” Nick said, his voice wavering with disbelief. “You’re really playing withyourself, aren’t you, Mom?”“I really am,” I moaned. “Seeing you jerking your hard cock makes me want to touch my pussy.It’s crazy how wet I am.”“Holy shit, that’s hot.” He was obviously dying to go at it full throttle, but he was strugglingto hold back and pace himself. How adorable was that?I felt myself drifting into dreamy un-realness. On one level there was no possibility this couldactually be going on. I was a responsible, conservative mother; he was a normal, innocent boy. Onanother level my inhibitions were gone, my sense of morality was inexplicably absent, and I washostage to the sensual bond between my son and me. I didn’t want to think about the sacred tabooI was violating, but it was one of the very things that made it all so much more tempting.“We can’t do this,” I sputtered and withdrew my finger from my vagina.“Mo-om!” Nick complained with a distressed whimper. “Please don’t stop now!”It had been years since I’d seen him so close to crying. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I looked around,suddenly self-conscious about being naked and exposed in the middle of the kitchen in broad day-light. Nick held his cock, and his breath. “What I meant was that we can’t do this here. We should go down to your room.”He brightened instantly, and a bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his dick. “Yeah, sure,okay,” he rattled off in quick succession. He dodged around me, picked up the laundry basket andhurried down the stairs, leaving me there on the floor naked with nothing to cover up with.I double checked to make sure there were no tell-tale sex fluids left behind by either of us. Ipaused at the threshold to the basement. Was I really going to go through with this? I couldn’ttrick myself into believing that I was merely bending the line, this would undeniably be crossing it.I was about to go down those steps and not only expose my pussy to my son, but I was going to lethim watch me pleasure myself - something I didn’t even do in front of my husband until the secondyear we were married.“Mom? You coming?” He called from his room.Either way I wanted to take it, the answer was yes.I hurried down the stairs, acutely aware of all the different parts of my body that were jigglingas I went. I realized then that it was the first time I’d ever come down those steps naked. It mightnot seem like much, but it was just one more little thing that added to the foreign nature of whatI was about to do.Nick looked up from straightening his bed sheets when I walked in and closed the door behindme. He had shed the remainder of his clothes, so that we were both completely naked. He lookedme over, not bothering to disguise the interest he had in my groin area.“I didn’t know if you wanted to use the bed or do it on the floor,” he said nervously.“What do you think would be better?”“On my bed, I guess.”I took a few hesitant steps in that direction. “Are you really sure about this, Nick? It’s somethingthat you won’t be able to un-see.” The pause in the action had allowed my rational side to gainsome influence and doubts were beginning to surface.“I’m one-thousand percent sure, Mom. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since when we firsttalked the other day.”I climbed onto his bed. “Fine, but if at any point you change your mind, we can stop and Ipromise I won’t be upset. Understand?”He swallowed hard and nodded.“No matter what, I love you,” I said to assure him… and myself.Nick stood by the side of the bed. I could hear his ragged breathing. His aching anticipationwas apparent as I settled back, resting my head on his pillow and stretching my body out flat beforehim. His penis jutted from his lean body, pointing right at me. He took hold of it and waited formy next move.“Let’s play a little game.” I tapped the tip of his dick. “I want you to put your hands at yoursides, and keep them there as long as you can.”“That doesn’t sound like a fun game.”“Trust your mother. You might be surprised.”He let go of his shaft and put his hands at his sides. Such a good boy.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was show time. (to be continued) -- source link