As we sat there, I started getting butterflies in my stomach, making me almost sick with anticipation. We kept watching the monitors, and I nearly jumped when my son’s flight switched from landing to arrived. I was fidgeting and I kept crossing my legs over each other. I just couldn’t wait to see my son again.
I looked up about 10 minutes later and saw him walking out of the security check point. I jumped up and ran over and threw my arms around him before he knew what was going on. He had only been gone six weeks, but it felt like an eternity.
My husband finally pulled me off of him and gave him a hug also. I grabbed my son’s and my husband’s hands and we walked out to the car. My husband had to work the rest of the day, so he dropped us off at the house. He helped my son bring his bags into the house, then hugged my son and kissed me goodbye.
I was nervous and scared, being left alone with him. Inside I wanted to kiss him deeply, then take him to the room and make passionate love to him, but I was too nervous to actually do it. He looked much more grown up than when he left. I couldn’t tell, but was hoping he hadn’t lost interest in me.
As soon as my husband walked out the door, he came over and gave me a big hug. He thanked me for the trip, telling me it was life changing and that he had had the time of his life. I felt my heart sink as I heard his life had changed.
I think he sensed it, because he grabbed my hand and held it tight in his. “Not like that mom, it was just an incredible experience.”
I grabbed him and pulled him close, feeling his body next to mine was the most fantastic feeling. I could feel that his cock was starting to get hard against my stomach, and I smiled a little. I kissed his neck gently, then pulled away to listen to him.
I held his hand as he continued to tell me all about his trip. When he was done, he said he was starving. I made him a snack, then sent him on his way to unpack. I told him I would be in shortly to gather up his laundry.
He did as he was told. About 20 minutes later, I walked into his room. He was at his computer talking to someone. I saw the pile of clothes on the floor, so I turned so he was behind me, bent over, and picked them up. I could feel the hem of my dress as it slid up my ass cheeks, exposing the emerald green panties he had picked for me to wear. I could see the sheets on the bed had been pulled out where he kept my lingerie. I hoped he was wearing them now.
I finally stood up, and when I turned my head, I could see my son’s mouth was open and he was staring right at me. I walked out the door, swaying my ass as I did. When I got to the laundry room, I pulled my dress up and ran my hand between my legs. I was soaking wet. I had never done anything like that before. I felt so naughty.
I didn’t see him much the rest of the day, but I heard moaning a couple times as I walked past his room. He did leave the door slightly open one time, and I caught a glimpse of him in the white thong, stroking himself. I immediately began to get wet. I had to go to my room and relieve myself right after.
Later that afternoon, I was bending over the oven to pull out the roast I had made. I could feel eyes on me, so I stayed bent over a little while longer, exposing my panty covered ass to my son, pretending I didn’t know he could see them.
When I stood up, I turned around and faked a gasp, as though I was surprised. “When did you come in?” I asked,
“Just a few seconds ago.” He said.
“Oh, how are you doing? We will be eating as soon as your dad gets home.”
“Good, I’m starving. It smells fantastic.” He answered.
“I was starving too, I guess,” I said in my head. I loved feeling his eyes on me and I could see a growing erection in his pants. He excused himself to go take a nap. I walked by his room, and peered in through the crack. He still had on my white thong, but this time he had his entire cock out and was stroking it. It took everything I had not to go in and help him out.
I went back to the kitchen and started just imagined him walking up behind me naked while I was bent over the oven, pulling my panties to the side, and sliding his monster of a cock deep inside of me. I was soaking wet, and it took everything I had not to finger myself right there, but I pulled it together and finished dinner, just as my husband walked through the door.
That evening everything settled down. We all watched TV in the family room together after a two-hour discussion about the rest of my son’s trip. He was beaming as he recapped everything he had seen and done.
That night my husband fell asleep before we could do anything. I could barely get to sleep, I was so happy and nervous about what I was doing, but I did, and my dreams were amazing.
The next morning, I woke up and got my husband some coffee and breakfast. As soon as he left, I went into my room. I stripped off my normal nightgown and peeled off my panties. I walked over to my drawer and pulled out the emerald green thong I had bought and slipped into them.
I also pulled out the matching bra and put it on, adjusting my breasts to fit and lift up, showing lots of cleavage. I then walked over and pulled my green nightie out of the closet. I slipped it on and ran my hands over it, smoothing out the material. I fixed my hair, then walked over to the mirror. I spun around, looking to see how short it was. Even standing, I could just make out the bottom of my ass. Guess I was going to put on a show again.
I walked out of the room and knocked on his door. “Be in the kitchen in 10 minutes for breakfast.” I said.
I walked into the kitchen, bending over to get a pan out of the cabinet, I knew my entire ass was on display. I spread my legs a little, hoping I was flashing a little pussy as well. I was in heat and I wanted him as turned on as I was.
I raised up, hoping he would already be in the kitchen with me, but he wasn’t. I started making the eggs, then went into the pantry to get the bread to make toast. I buttered the bread then turned on the oven to toast the bread. I felt almost naked as I walked around tending to breakfast for my son.
The eggs were frying when I heard the oven beep, telling me it was hot. I grabbed the pan, opened the oven door, and bent over, again, exposing most of my ass. I put the bread in and closed it, standing up as I did. I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin.