“Mom, I didn’t realize you were so interested in my dating life. After all you sent me to an all-boys school” he said rolling his eyes. He was a cute boy. And so sweet, so unlike his father. She found herself looking at his body. He was wearing shorts and he quickly took off her T-shirt, he was going to come out with her. He was still very skinny but her shoulders were starting to bulk up, like a man, and he had some small muscles rippling in his stomach. She noticed hair on his legs and realized he was a young man. He was smaller than other 18 year old buys, but he was still a handsome young man, not a boy at all anymore. Like his father looked in his pictures growing up, except with his mother’s dark hair.
“Don’t act all shy,” she said now, feeling comfortable now. It was just her and her son, after all.
“Come on, let’s tan,” he said, clearly not interested in talking about romance. He was very private about his personal life, and she was generally okay with that. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was a bit of a nerd at this school. She’d never seen him have a girlfriend. But he had some close friends and seemed happy, ready for college. She smiled as he walked past her down the stairs and walked out the back door into the yard with the pool. She took a deep breath and followed after him.
She watched as Richie moved around the pool and dipped his toe in and then looked back at her and shivered in an exaggerated fashion for her entertainment. She smiled at him and walked outside. He quickly moved over to the far side of the pool and laid down on one of the deck chairs and relaxed, closing his eyes. Kitty crossed the cement around the pool slowly and stood for a second in front of the deck chair next to her son. She waited for him to open his eyes.
“You going to lay down or just stand there Mom?” he teased and she smiled at him. He was using his hand to shield his eyes and looking up at her. She steeled herself quickly and then untied her robe and let it slip off of her body. She did the best she could to look at her son without looking at him. She saw that he was still shading his eyes and staring at her. She could tell also that his mouth was hanging open and that his eyes followed her as she laid down on the deck chair. She looked down at her large breasts straining against her bikini and her long legs and felt her heart beating quickly.
She lay down on the chair and tried to relax. She wasn’t going to seduce him today. She was just planting a seed. She noticed him looking over at her furtively on occasion and she smiled to herself. It was kind of cute. This was actually kind of fun. At least this part was. She arched her back for a moment, pretending to stretch her back and saw his eyes follow her chest. A few minutes later, she rolled over on her back and saw him staring at the bottom of her thong, at her tight, tanning ass. It felt nice to be desired by a man. She loved Rachael, but she found she craved attention from men as well. Even if they were young men. Even if they were her son.
That day she didn’t do anymore. She didn’t want to come on too strong, besides she had time. For the rest of the weekend she merely did the same thing. She invited him out to sunbathe with her and everyday she wore her skimpy little bathing suit. Everyday she noticed that he stared at her. She couldn’t be sure, but she felt relatively confident that he was only turning over to sun his back because he was starting to get erections while looking at her. She felt flattered. However, she also monitored his behavior closely. He didn’t seem to be acting oddly, he didn’t seem to think he was doing anything wrong and she wanted to keep it that way.
At the start of the week she was starting to feel the pressure. This was fun but it wasn’t going to get her out from under Ariel’s heel. She was going to have to up the stakes. On Monday after school she came home and quickly got dressed. Her son got home a few minutes later and responded enthusiastically when she invited him to come outside and sunbathe. She continued her normal routine, revealing her little bikini and watching him watch her. Then she threw in a little twist.
“Honey,” she said in a sultry sexy voice, just to see how he would react. He looked at her and was blushing already. She wondered what he was thinking about at just that moment.
“What mom?” he asked, his voice sounding husky and uncertain. She saw his trunks bulging and saw the way he tried to cover himself up and she smiled.
“I think I am going to start burning, would you mind putting a little bit of sunscreen on me?” she asked and pointed over to the picnic table where she had strategically placed suntan lotion. He looked at it.
“Okay mom, whatever you need,” he said and got up quickly, bending over oddly to try to hide his erection. She gave him a playful swat on his butt as he walked by and he looked back at her mischievously. Grabbed the lotion and came back. He sat down on the deck chair next to her and turned to face her. She squirted some of the lotion into his hands.
“Don’t you want to roll over on your back, you can get your front,” he said, looking a little bit nervous. He was staring down at her body.
“Oh sweetie,” she said in a baby doll voice that just naturally came out and seemed to excited him, “can’t you get the front and back? I am just so tired…”
“Okay,” he said quickly and then looked a little nervous, like he’d said it too quickly. She didn’t respond and soon her started at her ankles. She felt the cold, slippery feeling of the lotions against her skin and she moaned. It was not on purpose. Richie paused for a second and then slowly began to knead the lotion into her skin. His hands were soft, but strong as she looked down at him, rubbing it against her shin and reaching around to feel her calf. She felt him rubbing up her leg slowly, touching her knee. He was shifting uncomfortably and trying hard to look her in the eye.
She felt a strange sensation that she hadn’t suspected. She started to feel a bit hot. At the same time she could feel that her pussy was getting ever so slightly wet. She liked the way his slick hands felt against her skin. He continued to work his way up her leg, feeling her thigh. She gently spread her legs, giving him slightly more space. She felt his hands moving up the insides of her thighs and felt her hands grasping at the deckchair arms, her mouth open and staring intently at her son behind her sunglasses. She hadn’t been with Rachael in over a week; she hadn’t realized how horny she was.
When he was just a few inches away from her bikini bottom she realized she couldn’t take it anymore, she was enjoying this too much, too fast. This wouldn’t work if she jumped him out here. She hadn’t even realized that that should have been a concern. What was wrong with her? Maybe she was some kind of degenerate. Maybe she didn’t really love Rachael; she just thought she did because she was some kind of pervert.
“Get Mommy’s tummy,” she said, not trying to use baby language and knowing that it sounded sexy. He put more lotion in his hands and started to rub it on her flat stomach, working it into her bellybutton, letting his strong, wet hands work the lotion deep into her skin. She felt his hand accidentally brush against the bottom of her mostly exposed breast. For a moment they froze but she acted like she felt nothing. Now his hands were rubbing against her arms.