Good Intentions Con’t by GSpot69

Kyle nodded his head rapidly, as he said, “Heck Yea Mom!!”

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“Okay, give me about half an hour.” With that, I headed for the bathroom.

After soaking for a while, my body tingled all over as I slipped into a pair of silk pajamas. I knew they were not nearly as sexy as what I had worn the last time, but I guess I wanted to tease Kyle just a bit. Like before, I was sitting back on the bed when he knocked on the door.

When Kyle entered the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the lump that still lived in his sweats. Clearly, he was as excited as I was with the prospects of what was about to happen. I told him to have a seat on my bed, and he dropped down in the same position as he had only days before.

I was so hot; I began to softly caress my body without saying a word. My hands danced over the silky material as I teased myself with gentle strokes. My nipples were distended and clearly visible poking through the thin material of my top, and I needed to touch them. Staring into Kyle’s eyes, I grasped my nubbins within my fingers and began to roll them.

Kyle gazed at me intently, soaking in my every move. He had a look of complete adoration on his face, and deep down I had a great desire to please him. I ran my hands to the buttons of my top, and slowly began to undo them, top to bottom. After I had unclasped the last one, I tucked my fingers under the seam, and ran them upwards. Wanting to tease him a bit more, I slid my hands under the material to fondle my breasts, still covered by the fabric.

After caressing myself for a while, I asked, “You want to see, don’t you?”

My son, the man of few words as always, simply nodded. I pushed the pajama top outward and eased it off my shoulders, exposing the twins before Kyle’s hungry eyes. I then pulled it down my arms and set it on the bed beside me. My hands immediately went back to my breasts as I began to rub my hard nipples once more.

His eyes were like a laser beam, pointed directly at my chest. The way Kyle looked at me made me feel so desired, much like I had felt when I teased Diane at work. My body had been in a heightened sexual state for weeks and I was experiencing feelings I never had before. There was a throbbing in my pussy I could no longer ignore and had to address it immediately.

Kyle had been so passive; I wanted to get him more involved. I always liked having a take charge guy, so I pressed him with, “Do you want me to take my bottoms off?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then…you’re going to have to take them off me.” I remained in place, wondering just what he’d do.

Without pause, he scooted up on the bed until he was sitting aside my hip, then leaned over me and grasped my pajama bottoms. With a series of firm tugs, he pulled them down my legs before removing them completely. Kyle had a huge grin on his face as though he was proud of himself, which sent a tingle down my spine.

Feeling hotter than I ever had before, I lifted one leg and set it upon his thigh, so he was now nestled directly between my knees. Sitting the way I was, I realized I was spread wide open before him, as lewd a display as I could ever have imagined. Rather than be embarrassed, I gave into my darkest desires. Very slowly, I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and began to slowly piston them in and out.

As I toyed with myself, I had a deep desire to see Kyle’s cock once more. I gazed down and found his sweatpants mounded up by his stiff flesh. I stared back into his eyes and said, “Take it out for me.”

A coy grin broke out across his face, and he responded, “You want to see me without my pants?”

I gave him back my own sexiest smile, and just nodded my head.

Echoing my own statement from earlier, he stated, “Well, you’re going to have to take them off me.”

I was surprised my son had been so bold, but candidly was thrilled. He seemed to be maturing before my very eyes, and I loved it. He really was going to make a woman happy someday.

I didn’t want to stop touching myself, but reluctantly climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees beside him. He scooted his butt off the bed, and I pulled his sweats down and off his legs. When I looked back up, the tip of his hard cock was no more than a foot from my face. I froze solid as if mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle. When my lips were finally able to form words, I breathlessly whispered, “Rub it for me.”

I remained rooted in place as I watched Kyle begin to stroke his cock from just inches from my face. I don’t know if I leaned in closer of if he scooted forward, but out of the blue his penis seemed to be so near my mouth I could almost kiss it. Two fingers went back into my sex as I began touching myself in time with Kyle’s strokes. I suddenly realized that if we kept this up, he would cum all over me. I know that thought should have disgusted me, but to the contrary I was so turned on by the idea that I moaned out loud.

My free hand found Kyle’s thigh and I began to stroke it, trying my best to heighten his arousal. I noticed his fist was moving more rapidly, so I knew he was getting close. My toes began to curl and the muscles throughout my body tensed, and I knew I was about to cum as well. Kyle began making grunting sounds; I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and took the head of his long cock within my lips.

I sucked it hard for only a few seconds when I felt the first blast of hot cum fire into my mouth. With the very first taste, the realization hit me like a freight train; I was actually sucking my son’s cock. I desperately wanted more and drove my face downward, trying to engulf his entire shaft within my mouth. A millisecond later, my own orgasm overtook me, yet I still tried desperately to gulp down every subsequent shot of Kyle’s salty seed.

After I came, I felt faint and collapsed against him, my head resting on his thigh with his cock still in my mouth. As I fought to regain my breath, I found that I was almost nursing Kyle’s cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, unwilling to let it go.

Even after sharing what we already had, I never expected to suck my son’s cock. Sure, I had fantasized about it, but that was only in the darkest recesses of my mind. I had been so sure it could never really happen. Yet sitting there as I was there on my knees before him, my mouth tasting of fresh cum, I felt like a total slut. Suddenly I was wracked with guilt, and ashamed for what I had done. How could a loving mother ever do such a thing?

Standing quickly, I grabbed my robe, and pulled it tightly around me. I was at a complete loss for words, but somehow mumbled, “You should go to bed now.” Kyle looked at me with wide eyes, and tried to speak, but I cut him off before he got a word out with, “I’m tired sweetie, let’s call it a night.” Feeling ashamed, I turned my back as he began collecting his clothes.

After an agonizing twenty seconds or so, I heard a soft, “Night, Mom.”

“Night honey,” I responded weakly, just before I heard the door thump shut.

After the clang of my bedroom door closing reverberated throughout my room, the silence suddenly seemed almost deafening. I was standing there all alone, hugging my terry robe around me tightly. Running through my head over and over was, “Jill, you just sucked your son’s cock.”

I moved to my bed and slipped in under the sheets, and then buried my head under the pillows. My mind was so conflicted I was feeling completely overwhelmed. A huge part of me was mortified by what I had just done, but the other side of me couldn’t ignore the fact that I was as turned on as at any point of my entire life.

As I lay there reviewing the previous few minutes like a highlight reel, I couldn’t help but taste Kyle’s sperm in my mouth. I always loved sucking cock, and the flavor of his seed on my tongue made me shiver all over as it had been ages since I’d gone down on a man. But this just wasn’t any man; it was my own flesh and blood.

I rolled onto my back and couldn’t help but let my hands wander across my body. My fingers slipped between the lapels of robe, and I eased it open. I ran my hands to my breasts and found that my nipples were still rock hard. Rolling them roughly, I could almost picture the way Kyle had been staring at me as I touched myself earlier. He had such adoration in his eyes it made me feel so wonderful all over. As a forty-three-year-old woman, I was afraid that an eighteen year old may find my body unattractive, but that certainly did not appear to not be the case.

I eased my right hand down my tummy until I pressed it between my outspread legs. As expected, my vagina was still soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but diddle it. I couldn’t get the image of Kyle stroking his cock just inches from my face out of my mind as I began to finger myself. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I pictured myself taking it in my mouth, just before he shot his impressive load. I was panting deeply as I came with a rush, greedily running my tongue over the roof of my mouth, desperately trying to recall Kyle’s salty taste.

As I lay there in bed, I couldn’t help but feel bad at how my encounter with Kyle had ended. I was so troubled by what I had done, I forgot to think about his feelings and let him go without barely a word. Knowing it would be uncomfortable, I made up my mind to talk to him about what happened as soon as possible. I suddenly remembered I was scheduled for a double the next day, so I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I was up and out of the house before Kyle woke for school. My mind was somewhat preoccupied at work, as at every free moment that day I tried to think of just what I might say to him when we spoke. The way things had progressed between us had seemed so natural, I assumed it might not even be a big deal to him, but I couldn’t be sure. I mean, I doubt he had long fantasized about receiving his first ever blow job from his own mother, and I certainly didn’t want to scar him for life.

In the end, I decided to watch him closely to gauge his reaction towards me to see how to proceed. If when I next saw him, he looked upset or troubled in any way, I’d have a long heart to heart with him to let him know I got carried away. I was sure he’d understand.

After working the double, I made my way home late in the evening feeling anxious but resolved to do what was best for my son. Given what we shared the night before, I expected him to be waiting up for me, but was somewhat disappointed to find the lights off and Kyle in bed. I wasn’t completely sure what to make of that, but hoped it was a good sign. I took a long hot bath to rest my tired legs, and then slipped into bed myself.

For some reason I was up early the next morning and decided to make a hot breakfast for Kyle before he left for school. I mixed up some pancake batter and began to cook it along with some bacon. Kyle entered the kitchen just as I was done, and my heart skipped a beat as I awaited his response to me. It felt like a massive boulder had been lifted from my shoulders when he stepped forward with a smile etched across his face to give me a big hug. He then gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said, “Smells great.”

We sat across from one another at the table and enjoyed breakfast in relative silence, but it was obvious Kyle was not upset with me, and certainly not disgusted as I feared. Occasionally he would look at me with a devilish grin and I almost had the feeling he was flirting with me. Before he left for school, he pulled me into another tight embrace, and whispered in my ear, “I love you, Mom.”

I was about to tell him the same when he startled me by giving me a long, wet kiss, which nearly took my breath away. I stood dazed for a moment as I fought to regain my wits, and by the time I had Kyle was already out the door. The timid boy I had known for ages seemed to be maturing rapidly.

My skin tingled all over as I made my way into the bathroom for my morning shower. As the warm water cascaded over my body, I felt a deep desire in my loins once more. I had cum more times in the last few weeks than I had done in months before, yet I still needed to get off. Kyle’s kiss had been so sweet and tender, I had nearly melted. Before I even knew what I was doing, the shower massager head was between my legs as I rubbed myself to sweet oblivion.

I was feeling saucy that day, so when I dressed, I intentionally slipped into a sexy little outfit. I ***********ed a short denim skirt I had not worn in ages, and a white button-down blouse, which I left open more than usual. I wore a sexy black thong, but once again chose to go braless. I hoped my breasts and legs would look good as I strolled the aisles of the grocery store for all to see. I even contemplated going to the hardware store, although I didn’t really need anything there. The idea of a bunch of burly contractors checking me out felt so naughty it sent a chill down my spine.

I was feeling so heady, I really hadn’t thought about any possible consequences of my actions. After being in the grocery store only a minute or so, I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “Hey Mom,” rang in my ears, and I snapped my head around to find my daughter, Lynne, looking at me with a smile. Instantly I saw her eyes wander my body, and her grin quickly faded away.

It took a moment for me to process what was happening, but somehow, I muttered, “Oh, hello sweetie.”

Lynne came right up next to me and asked, “Mom, are you wearing a bra?”

I knew I was completely busted, and needed an excuse for my sexy attire. The only thing I could think to do was lie, so I responded, “Umm, no. We ran out of milk and coffee for breakfast, so I just threw this old stuff on and ran out of the house. Guess I wasn’t thinking.” She looked skeptical, so before she could speak, I added, “You know me when I don’t have my coffee in the morning.”

Lynne looked at me and nodded solemnly, and then said “Well, you look great.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling guilty for my deception but pleased that we had moved past the awkward moment.

“So, how are things going with Kyle? Any better?” she asked with a look of concern on her face. God, if she only knew!

I told her that yes, things were much better. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for specifics, and after a bit more small talk, she said she needed to run. Just before she left, she said, “You should wear that skirt more often, it looks good on you, Mom.”

As I finished shopping alone, I wondered if I had gone too far. I clearly had been putting off a vibe to Kyle and even to Diane from work, but I wondered if Lynne had also picked up on it. Toying with Diane and playing with my son was bad enough; I certainly didn’t need to expand my familiar encounters.

I chose to head straight home from the grocery store rather than parade myself around any further. The idea of hitting the hardware store still held great appeal, but I was too chicken I might once again run into someone I knew. Rather than change when I arrived at the house, I kept the outfit on as it made me feel super sexy. I loved the way the soft fabric of my blouse caressed my nipples as I walked, unencumbered as they were without a bra.

As I puttered around the house, it was hard to keep Kyle out of my head. I decided I’d do something nice for him since he had been so wonderful to me of late. I baked a big batch of his favorite cookies, chocolate chip, which were cooling on a rack when he walked in the door from school.

I was still feeling naughty, so I purposely stood near the kitchen counter when he entered the room, wanting him to take in my sexy attire. As I turned to face him, I saw his eyes wandering up and down my body, which made me tingle all over. Clearly, he noticed.

I told Kyle to take a seat at the table, and I went to the fridge to pour him a glass of milk. Anticipating this moment hours earlier, I intentionally put the milk behind a few other items so I could take my time fishing it out. I hoped my son would get a good look at me bending over and was rewarded for my display with a big grin when I turned around. So much for subtlety from the both of us, I thought.

After delivering a couple cookies and the drink, I dropped down across the table from him as we casually talked about his day. Every now and then, I adjusted the way I was sitting as to draw his attention. I kept looking into his eyes however, not wanting to show that I knew I was displaying more than a hint of cleavage. My nipples were throbbing, so I knew they were hard and probably poking through the thin top as well.

We spent almost an hour catching up, before I told Kyle he should go and get his homework out of the way so we could watch a movie after dinner. I was deeply tempted to offer him a reward for doing his work, but somehow managed to refrain. I was becoming obsessed with him and needed to get a grip on myself.

Dinner that evening was a somewhat intimate affair. I made Kyle’s favorite, and thought about lighting a few candles, but figured that was going too far. As we ate, I sipped a glass of wine, and we continued our subtle flirtatious behavior. I don’t know why, but I honestly was feeling quite giddy being in my son’s presence. We had shared thousands of meals, yet somehow things were now quite different.

After we finished, I told Kyle I was going to take a bath. He perked up immediately, but then looked somewhat dejected when I asked him if he could clean up, and then go to the video store to pick up a movie for us to watch. It was obvious he expected some playtime as he was used to that after my recent baths, but he agreed and began clearing the table as I made my way to the tub.

I basked in the warm bubbles and vanilla scent for some time as I sipped another glass of wine. Feeling so horny I might actually jump my son, I decided to take the edge off and rub myself to an orgasm in the tub. The water swirled around me as my insistent fingers danced all over my sex. I could almost picture Kyle’s long cock pounding me as I drove my digits in and out of my throbbing pussy. My body convulsed as I shook in orgasmic bliss, then relaxed my head back against the cool porcelain.

Even after pleasuring myself, I was still feeling aroused as I chose my outfit for the evening. I decided on the lavender nightgown I had worn for Kyle the first evening I put on a show for him. I had no plans for a repeat performance that night, but for some reason I just felt the need to tease him a bit. It was wonderful for a woman my age to have such a handsome young admirer.

I took plenty of time alone in my room before I headed to the living room. Kyle was sitting in the recliner, patiently awaiting my arrival. As soon as I entered the room, he almost jumped up out of his seat to start the movie. I had to chuckle to myself at his enthusiasm, and wondered what he had picked out. I asked, “So, what’s on the bill tonight?”

I was stunned when he responded, “Nine and ½ Weeks.” It had been ages since I’d seen the movie, but remembered it was highly sexual, with dominant and submissive overtones. Kyle was an adult, yet I was not sure I wanted him to see something of that nature, in spite of what we’d shared between us. Before I could state my reservations, he said, “My friend’s older brother says it’s a classic.” With that, he turned the lights down and started the film.

As troubled as I was at the prospect of watching something like this with my son, I dropped onto the couch and said not a word. For some reason I felt the need to keep some distance between us, so I pressed myself to the arm of the sofa, as far away from Kyle’s recliner as possible.

While we watched the movie in silence, I couldn’t help but become more aroused. I had never been a big Mickey Rourke fan, but I must admit rogues like his character did make my pulse pound. Every now and then I looked over at Kyle to gauge his reaction during the sensual scenes, but it was difficult to read his expression in the low light. However, even in the semi-darkness I could make out the large lump in his grey sweats.

I was nearly going out of my head. The movie was over the top sexually, but knowing Kyle was watching it nearby made things more mind-blowing. I found myself absent-mindedly stroking my bare thighs, just below the hem of my nightgown. I desperately wanted to touch myself in a more intimate way but fought to remain in control.

The scene finally came on where Kim Basinger is blindfolded, and Mickey Rourke brings another woman into the room. The image sent me for a loop as I thought of my friend Diane and wondered just what she would do to me if I were suddenly in that same position as Ms. Basinger.

I found myself licking my lips as I took in the erotic sight, but I had to see how Kyle was taking it. I must admit, I was not completely shocked to see he had pulled his sweatpants down and was slowly stroking his cock as he watched the sexy scene intently. Clearly our relationship had changed that he had little to no reservations masturbating in the same room as me.

As much as I was turned on by what was on the screen, my eyes became riveted to the site before me in my own home. My daughter Lynne had a habit of showing up at the house unannounced from time to time, so I should have reprimanded Kyle for jerking off right there in the living room, but I just could not. I loved watching him pleasure himself, and only seconds later my own fingers moved from my thighs to my groin. I sank back deeper into the sofa and spread my legs as I began caressing my pussy.

The movie was lost on me as I only had eyes for my son. Before long Kyle glanced over at me and must have seen what I was doing as well. Suddenly time seemed to stand still as we watched each other unabashedly play with ourselves.

Kyle’s eyes left me for a moment, as I saw him pull a tissue from the box on the nearby end table. From that action, I knew he was about to blow, and I wanted to cum right along with him. I began firing my fingers in and out of myself as I watched his hand piston up and down his erect shaft. The movie blared in the background, nearly drowning out my whimpers, yet I could still hear Kyle groan as he came into the tissue.

My pussy was so wet, I was afraid I’d leave a stain on the sofa as I came down from my gut-clenching climax. I remained seated for a few more minutes, but then suddenly felt really sleepy. The combination of the wine, the hot bath and the powerful orgasm really knocked me out.

As I stood to say good night, Kyle just stared back at me with his sweats still around his knees. He made no attempt to cover up, and I couldn’t help but steal a few looks at his now flaccid cock. A big grin broke out over his face as he whispered, “Night Mom.”

“Night,” I replied, and then slowly padded off to my room. Thankfully sleep took me quickly, and I fell into a deep sleep.

I must have been overtired, because I ended up oversleeping the next morning, and had to rush out of the house to work, barely acknowledging Kyle as I did so. It was Friday and I actually had the entire weekend off for a change, so I was looking forward to some quality relaxation after my shift.

Throughout the day, I couldn’t help but think of how reckless I had become of late. As hard as I tried to rationalize what Kyle and I had shared, deep down I knew it was wrong. Exposing myself to him was bad enough but masturbating for him and ultimately sucking him off was another thing all together. The fact that Lynne seemed to notice the change in my behavior troubled me as well. Somehow, I was going to have to reign myself in.

From time to time the girls from work would go out for drinks after our shift, and thankfully that evening was one such occasion. I had forgotten all about it but welcomed the opportunity to head out rather than run right home in my conflicted state. I sent Kyle a text to let him know he was on his own for dinner, and then headed to the nurse’s lounge to change my outfit. Luckily, I always kept a set of casual clothes in my car as I hated going out dressed in scrubs.

Six of us in total ended up at Sully’s, a dive bar not for from the hospital. We shared a long table in the corner of the fairly crowded pub, with three of us on each side. I was not surprised to find Diane had chosen the seat on the bench directly to my left, pressed closer to me than was usual. My other side was against the wall, so she had me somewhat captive in the corner of the room as I was.

I’m usually not a big drinker, just a few glasses of wine from time to time, but for some reason I was really in the mood to get silly. I ordered a margarita and began sipping it with relish. Before long I had finished it and quickly ordered a second one.

As my mind mellowed out, my eyes began to wander around the bar as I took everyone in. Most of the occupants were twenty-somethings, only a few years older than my son. Some of the guys were quite handsome, but in my opinion, none any hotter than Kyle. The girls were all dressed quite sexy, showing off their assets in tight tops and short skirts. I know it sounds crazy for a mother to say, but I suddenly felt jealous of their youthful figures and wondered if Kyle might find them physically more appealing than me. My skin tingled as images of my son once again entered my head.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, I couldn’t help but feel Diane’s constant presence alongside me. Her right leg was pressed up against my left for some time, which given what had happened between us, I assumed was completely intentional. Maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly I was feeling somewhat saucy, so I gently pushed back towards her.

Diane must have noticed, because only a moment later I felt her hand come to rest on my left knee, and she began to softly tickle my skin with her long nails. I quickly scanned the table, but everyone seemed to be engrossed in conversation, not suspecting anything that Diane’s right hand was below the table.

After work I had changed into a basic cotton top, and a somewhat conservative skirt, the hem of which came just a couple inches above my knee when I stood. Sitting as I was, it rested at mid-thigh, and Diane took advantage of that fact by softly stroking as much of my exposed skin as possible. She traced her fingers high onto my inner thigh, but her progress was thwarted by my tight skirt. I fought to remain apart of the conversation at the table, but my mind was suddenly elsewhere.

At one point, my friend Colleen, who was seated next to Diane, said, “Wow, look at those hot guys who just walked in.”

The entire table turned to look that way, and Diane took the moment to her advantage. Sensing how excited I must have been, she leaned closer to me and said, “Hike up your skirt.”

I know I could have ignored her, or even chosen that moment to say goodnight, but I did not. While everyone was distracted, I quickly rose off from the bench a few inches, and pulled my skirt up and under my bottom. When I sat back down, I could feel the cool vinyl seat against my bare thighs, which made me feel very exposed and so much naughtier.

I had expected Diane to go right for my crotch, but as an experienced seductress, she took her sweet time. She kept slowly teasing me, sometimes lightly caressing my thigh under her palm, and at other times tickling me with her nails. After what seemed like hours, she finally ran her fingers under my left knee and lifted it up over her right thigh. Thankfully we were in a dark corner of the crowded bar, so nobody could see my lewd display. Still, I leaned my abdomen into the table to hide what was going on below.

Diane then slowly traced a single finger down my thigh in a direct line until she made contact with my wet panties. She ran that one digit softly up and down my slit, driving me wild with her feathery touch. I looked around the table once more, but no face seemed to notice my agitated state as they were thankfully engrossed in conversation.

I was so turned on, yet nervous. I gulped down my drink as Diane worked me like a seasoned pro. Before long, she eased my sopped panties aside and ran her finger over my bare sex for the first time. Only moments later, she plunged a couple fingers inside of me and very slowly began a gentle fucking motion. Every now and then she would back them out to tease my clit, then run them back deep inside of me. Clearly, the woman I was seated next to was no novice and I was ready to explode at any moment.

Diane must have added another finger or two as I suddenly felt wonderfully stretched inside. She kept methodically running them in and out of me, until I knew I was a goner. I tried my best to remain calm and quiet as I came with a rush at another woman’s hands for the first time in my life. Diane’s fingers toyed with me through my entire orgasm, which drove me insane.

When my head cleared a bit, I suddenly felt really vulnerable. There I was, in a crowded bar, with another woman’s hands dancing over my exposed crotch. I was embarrassed, but became even more so when my friend Patty, who was seated directly across from me, asked, “Jill, are you feeling okay? Your face is really red.”

Somehow I muttered, “I, umm, I think I’ve had too much to drink.”Self consciously, I drove my hands under the table and grasped my skirt. I slowly rocked my butt back and forth a bit as I forcefully jerked it back down into place, trying my best not to let my actions show.

I was not surprised when Diane announced to the table, “She probably shouldn’t drive. I’ll take her home.”

Patty responded, “That’s a good idea, make sure she gets home safe.”

When I looked over at Diane, I could almost see the hunger in her eyes. I was sure getting me home safely was the last thing on her mind. As much as I loved what she had done to me, I was afraid to be all alone with her. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to go much further with a woman yet.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I mumbled, as I fought to regain my focus.

“Nonsense, I’ll take you home,” Diane stated firmly, and gave my knee a firm squeeze.

My mind and my mouth seemed to be at odds, so I couldn’t find the words to decline her offer in front of everyone. Before I even knew what was happening, we had said our goodbyes and Diane was leading me by the hand towards the door.

When we arrived at her SUV, Diane eased me against the car and opened the door. Before I could get in, she pressed herself into me and smothered me with a kiss. We made out for a moment right there in the parking lot, until I forced her away, pleading, “Please, I need to go.”

“You’re coming home with me,” Diane hissed in my ear before she leaned in and kissed me once more. I felt her hand run up under my skirt until she pressed it firmly over my sex. I found myself whimpering into Diane’s mouth as her tongue caressed my own and her fingers toyed with my pussy. She broke our kiss for a moment and whispered, “Don’t tease me, you know you need this.”

Deep down I wanted to give in and let her do whatever she wanted with me, but for some reason I just couldn’t. At that moment I thought of Kyle at the house alone and felt supremely guilty. For some odd reason I almost felt as though I was cheating on him, which struck me to the core. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I pushed her away once more and ran towards my car without another word.

As I drove home, my cell phone rang a few times, I’m sure from Diane, but I didn’t pick up. Even though I didn’t feel drunk, I probably shouldn’t have been driving as my head was absolutely swimming with emotions. Fortunately, I had driven the route thousands of times and thankfully my car seemed to be on rails as I made it home without incident.

When I walked into the house, I was not surprised to find Kyle sitting alone in the living room. Almost as if he could sense something was wrong, he came to me directly and hugged me tightly, then asked me about my day. I found it hard to think straight, but basically told him my evening was fine as I didn’t want him to worry about me.

Kyle stepped back and stared directly into my eyes. “Are you okay Mom, your eyes look really glassy.”

“Yes, umm, I’m fine. Just tired I guess,” I mumbled guiltily. It wasn’t even nine o’clock, but after the days events I was ready to crawl into bed. I said, “Think I’ll call it a night, sweetie.”

“Oh, come on Mom, its Friday. Stay up and watch a movie with me,” he begged, knowing we both had the weekend off. He worked on me for a while, until I finally gave in. I felt a bit dirty after drinking in the bar and told him I wanted to take a bath first. I was pleasantly surprised when Kyle said, “Go rest on the couch and I’ll run it for you.”

As I sat quietly on the sofa as my mind replayed what had happened at Sully’s. I could almost feel the way Diane played with me, right under the noses of our other friends. My pussy throbbed when I thought of how naughty I’d been.

Kyle came back into the room a few minutes later and broke me out of my reverie. He held out his hand and helped me from the couch, then led me to the bathroom. The tub was full of bubbles, and the entire room smelled strongly of vanilla. I expected him to leave, but a shiver ran down my spine when Kyle said, “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

I was dumbstruck when Kyle grabbed my shirt and pulled it upwards, and I could only raise my arms to help him as if I was in a trance. Next, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra, and lowered it down my arms to expose my breasts. Just a few weeks ago I would have been horrified at the thought of my son seeing me that way, but after what we had been through, it almost seemed natural.

Kyle unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt, then dropped to his knees in front of me. He firmly tugged on the fabric, and slowly forced it over my hips and downward. I set my hands upon his shoulders for balance as he extricated the skirt from around my feet, then he tossed it onto the counter on top of my blouse and bra.

From where he knelt, I realized Kyle’s face was just inches from my crotch. I was sure my panties still had to be damp from the working over Diane had given me earlier and wondered if he could smell my arousal. I know it probably sounds sick, but I hoped he could get a whiff of my feminine scent. I had been so excited around him of late; I wanted him to know the effect he had on me.

Like he had done with my skirt, Kyle lowered my undies until I was stark naked before him. I almost wanted to grab his face and shove it into my crotch, but before I could he stood and placed my panties on the counter aside my other discarded clothes. Kyle then assisted me into the tub, then leaned over and softly kissed my lips. With a wink, he said, “Enjoy your bath.” With that, he grabbed my dirty clothes and left me all alone.

As I soaked in the tub, I realized that I was probably more drunk than I thought when I left the bar. My head swam as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensual surroundings. I have no idea if it was because of the alcohol or not, but I was still really horny. The warm water only made things worse as I just couldn’t help stroke my sensitive skin all over.

Kyle had left the door open when he exited the bathroom, and I felt really naughty as I manipulated my nipples under the suds, knowing he could come back at any moment. My thighs went wide as I began stroking my sex, deeply impressed at how he had been so bold to undress me. In such a short time he had come so far, and I wondered what surprises lay ahead for us.

While I toyed with myself, I also couldn’t help but ponder just what Diane would have done to me if I had gone home with her. There was no doubt in my mind that she would have gone down on me, which I love, but would she have expected me to follow suit? I tried to imagine what it would be like to touch her all over, and it really turned me on. I came hard for the second time that night, my whimpers echoing off the tiles in the small bathroom.

Kyle came back into the room a few minutes later carrying a large bath sheet over his shoulder. He leaned over and helped me to my feet as I stepped from the tub. After wrapping it around me, Kyle began to rub the towel into my skin all over to dry me off. I’m not sure I had ever before been pampered that way and I loved every second of it. My son really was going to make some woman really happy one day.

After he had dried me off, Kyle led me by hand to my bedroom. Not a word was spoken as he went to my dresser and pulled out the familiar lavender nightgown. He came back to me and gently lowered it over my head and dressed me as if I were a little girl. I stood in front of him meekly, but he gave me an encouraging smile as his lips pressed lightly to my own in a soft kiss.

Before I knew what happened, we were seated beside one another on the couch as Kyle turned down the lights and started a movie. Unlike the previous evening, he was pressed up against my left side, just as Diane had done only an hour or so before. I wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to me but felt certain he at least had a little indication.

My mind was still swimming and I rested my head upon his shoulder as we watched the film side by side. I could barely follow the plot of the movie, but it was clearly sexual in nature. It wasn’t pornographic mind you, but it certainly wasn’t the latest from Disney either.

Pressed so tightly together as we were, I couldn’t help but feel the heat between us, and I fought to stay still. My body was simply on fire and I tried to remain calm, but couldn’t stop my thighs from slowly rubbing together in excitement. I’m not sure if Kyle could see or feel what I was doing, but shortly thereafter I felt his hand come to rest on my knee.

Instantly I had a flashback to what Diane had done to me and wondered if Kyle could ever be so bold. On the TV a macho male detective was making out with a sexy suspect in an interrogation room, and I found myself groaning out loud as Kyle began to tickle my thigh with his fingertips, much like Diane had done. My eyes left the screen and I looked down to see his hand on my leg, and noticed my nightie left a good deal of skin exposed. I then looked a bit to the left and was not surprised to see Kyle’s favorite Simpsons pajamas bulging up from his groin from an obvious erection.

Kyle continued to stroke my thigh, running his hand higher and higher up my leg as if testing my resolve. I know I should have stopped him but like with Diane earlier I just could not. His fingers ventured under my nightgown, only inches from my steaming sex. Rather than discourage his boldness, I actually lifted my left knee over his lap, just as Diane had done to me under the barroom table. My son may have been an inexperienced eighteen year old, but I’m sure my actions rang out loud and clear in his head – Mommy wants to be touched!

I was certain Kyle was going to go right for my groin, yet he did not. He kept toying with the skin only a tantalizing inch or so from my moist mound. My inner voice was screaming, “Go for it!” but as his mom how could I say something like that?

As he continued to lightly tease my thigh, I couldn’t help but do the same to him. I placed my palm upon his right leg and ran it back and forth across his soft PJ’s. I just couldn’t take it anymore, and finally grasped his rock hard cock in my hand and gave it a squeeze. I felt his body tighten against me for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and opened his legs wider to give me better access.

Only a moment later, Kyle’s fingers found my naked sex for the first time. “Yes!” screamed in my head, but only a soft whimper escaped my mouth. I rotated my torso towards Kyle to give him better access to my womanhood. In so doing, I couldn’t effectively stroke his cock any longer, but I still held it in my hand and milked it with soft squeezes.

Kyle’s fingers ran all over my pussy, as if trying to memorize every bit of my anatomy with his searching hands. I must admit he was in no way as deft with his touch as Diane had been, but knowing it was my own flesh and blood that was touching me somehow made it even more erotic. I felt his finger slowly move inside of me, and I shivered knowing I was the first woman he had ever touched in such an intimate way. My baby was fingering his first pussy, and it was amazingly intoxicating to me that I could share in the moment.

I removed my hand from his groin and grabbed his wrist in both my hands. I slowly guided his fingers higher until they made contact with my super sensitive clit. My hand wrapped around his as I moaned into his ear, “Right there, baby.” Kyle didn’t have to be told twice as he gently began stroking my clit.

I was in sensory overload and simply needed to get off as quickly as possible. I firmly forced his hand into my crotch as I began thrusting myself against his palm. Loud groans escaped my lips as I rode Kyle’s hand to an earth shattering orgasm.

The climax I had experienced with Diane earlier in the evening was truly wonderful on so many levels, but nowhere near as powerful as the one my son brought me to. I would have thought my first orgasm with another woman, in public no less, would have been a watershed moment for me, but suddenly not so much. I fought to catch my breath as Kyle’s fingers continued to softly caress my overheated pussy.

My body felt as weak as a rag doll as I rested against Kyle’s shoulder. I was surprised when he eased me back into the arm of the sofa, and then broke away. Only a moment later, I found him on his knees directly before me. I still wasn’t sure what he was up to, until he fished his hands under my knees and firmly pulled me forward.

I was left resting with my bottom on the edge of the sofa, my legs splayed open widely around Kyle’s torso. My nightgown had been trapped on the fabric of the couch under me, so when I was forced forward, my crotch became completely exposed to Kyle’s eyes. I had no idea what he was up to, until he lowered his lips to my left thigh and began to softly kiss and lick it as his hands stroked my knee. Oh lord, he wants to go down on me!

Kyle began to caress my inner thighs higher and higher as he moved up my thigh. When his face went between my legs, I found it impossible not to place my hands on his head and run my fingers through his thick dark hair. I could actually feel his warm breath against my pussy an instant before his tongue made contact with my pussy for the first time.

It had been ages since anyone had gone down on me, and I missed it so much. Kyle’s tongue seemed to be everywhere as he lapped at me with abandon, but I loved every second of it. He must have learned a lesson from before, because he somehow found my clit and began suckling it gently. I remember telling him that if he licked a woman in that spot she’d go off like a rocket, and I certainly was ready to at that moment.

In all my life, I had never been so insanely turned on. I felt guilty as I grasped his head and firmly pulled it into my crotch. His tongue continued to dance across my clit, and then I felt a finger enter deeply into my pussy. Such loud moans escaped my mouth I was afraid I’d wake the entire neighborhood. My hips began rocking uncontrollably as I rode Kyle’s fingers and face to the most powerful orgasm of my life.

My eyes were closed tightly for over a minute as I fought to regain my breath. When I finally opened them, I found Kyle still between my outspread legs with a big smile on his face. Clearly, he knew what happened and he was proud of what he had done. My son just gave a woman, his mother, an orgasm.

As I fought to regain my senses, I looked down and saw my nightgown was almost transparently pressed against me, soaked in my sweat as it was. My nipples were poking up lewdly through the damp fabric around my chest, which heaved as I tried to regain my breath.

Very slowly, Kyle rose between my legs. As he stood, it was obvious his cock was still hard as his pajamas tented out before him obscenely. I was almost completely satiated, and felt a part of the couch, but seeing Kyle’s arousal made me shiver.

Kyle stood stiffly before me in silence, and I felt dumbstruck by the moment as well. His body language clearly intimated he wanted more, but for whatever reason he just couldn’t ask. After another minute or so staring back and forth upon one another, I watched his hands move to his hips. Without a word, he slowly pushed his pajamas down until they pooled atop his feet. My son was nearly naked, his rigid cock standing up proudly before me.

It was clear what he wanted, and after what he had done for me, I felt obliged to return the favor. I rocked my back forward off the sofa until my face stopped almost level with his belly button. It was impossible to ignore the erect cock only inches from my chin, and I lowered my lips to its large head. My trembling hands went to his naked thighs as I gently kissed the velvety tip.

Lost in a haze of momentary insanity, I had once briefly taken Kyle’s cock in my mouth, yet this was different. Deep down, I wanted to give him more pleasure than he had ever experienced in his entire life. I knew none of his previous girlfriends had taken him in their mouths, so I wanted to bring him to a place he had never been before. Come hell or high water, I was going to rock his world.

My fingers ran up his legs until they came in contact with his warm groin. I palmed his meaty balls in my right hand when my left wrapped around the base of his impressive shaft. I could hear soft whimpering sounds from above, and hoped I was driving him as insane as he had made me.

I opened my mouth wide and eased my head forward as my lips encircled his shaft. I hate to admit it, but I had dreamed about swallowing Kyle whole for weeks, and I was determined to do so. Taking a deep breath and relaxing my throat, I forced my face onward until my lips made contact with my hand holding the base of his shaft. I had taken nearly every inch of his long cock.

The tip of Kyle’s cock tickled my throat, so I eased off him for a moment before I gagged. I began greedily sucking his dick while my hands wandered all over his delicate places. He seemed to like when I toyed with his balls, so I continued to do that as I nibbled on the head of his cock and stroked its base.

“Oh Mom,” He groaned aloud and thrust himself forward, burying his penis deeper into my mouth. Kyle grabbed my head and held me firmly as I lavished attention on his hard cock, then began driving his hips back and forth. I nearly passed out as he fucked my face with abandon, but fortunately only an instant later I felt the first blast of cum wash over my tonsils as he came with a sound so primal, I didn’t think it could actually be human.

Kyle held me tightly as he rode out his orgasm, as I continued to suckle his throbbing cock. I found myself fighting to breathe from my nose as I desperately drank down every bit of his seed. Kyle finally released my head from his grasp, and I reluctantly backed my head off his throbbing dick. I took a much needed breath, and then closed my eyes to savor the salty taste in my mouth.

When I looked back up, Kyle was staring back at me with glassy eyes. His knees looked weak, so I patted the sofa beside me and told him to sit. An instant later, he collapsed in a lump on the cushions beside me. I couldn’t help but notice from the way he was laying that his young cock was fully on display. My body was on fire and my special places tingled. I desperately needed to be fucked, but could I actually take that momentous step with my own son?