Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

My brief tutorial finally over, I relaxed back onto the pillows and began rubbing myself in earnest. This was no longer a lesson for my son; this was mommy’s time to get herself off. I couldn’t help it as I moved one foot to Kyle’s thigh and began stroking with my toes it as I fingered myself. Only a moment later, I exploded with a gush over my probing fingers.

My body shook with spasms so hard and for so long I was afraid I may actually pull a muscle in my abdomen. As my mind cleared, I realized that I was still slowly rocking my ass into my fingers. When I looked up, I found Kyle staring back at me with an intensity he had not even shown towards his beloved video games.

Still in a heightened state of arousal, I stared at his groin for a moment, and then looked up into his eyes. I could tell by the uncomfortable look upon his face he knew what I had seen, so I gave him a reassuring grin and said, “That must hurt baby, why don’t you take it out.”

Kyle’s eyes went wide, as if shocked by my statement. I was certain he was still a virgin, so this was quite a watershed moment for him. There was obvious tension written across his face, so I offered him encouragement. In my most soothing tone, I said, “Take it out for me, mommy wants to see it.” He groaned aloud, but did not move a muscle, so I whispered, “It’s okay. It’s just you and me tonight. Don’t be shy.”

Very slowly, Kyle’s hand went to the front of his jeans, and began to rub his impressive bulge. I was certain he was about to cum in his pants but felt relief when he moved his fingers to open his jeans and snaked his hand down inside of them. He fumbled around a moment, and then fished his cock out into the soft light of my room.

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Although not very thick, my son’s cock had to be at eight inches long. I was wondering how I’d never noticed it before, and how the girls at school were not all over my little boy. I found myself salivating as I looked upon it in all its erect glory for the first time, thinking it the absolute perfect size to suck. Giving head was one of my old specialties, and that long, narrow sword appeared perfect for swallowing.

When I looked back up into Kyle’s face, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. His whole body posture read, “What now, Mom?” I gave him a soft grin and said, “Go ahead, touch it for me.”

Apparently, the uncertainty vanished quickly, because Kyle’s hand shot to his crotch and he began stroking himself with vigor. He seemed to be struggling to rub his cock still partially trapped within the tight confines of his jeans, so I told him to take them off. He seemed reluctant to release his hard member, but he stood and pushed his pants and shorts down and unceremoniously kicked them away. Without being asked, he also pulled off his tee shirt and cast it away as well. It was hard to believe my eighteen year old son was completely naked before me.

Kyle sat upon the bed once more and began furiously jerking himself off. My body was aflame as I watched his lewd display. I wanted him to enjoy the moment as much as I had, so I instructed, “Slowly, sweetie, go slow.”

Kyle’s hand began to crawl up and down his shaft, but I could see the urgency in his eyes. I started thrusting three fingers in and out of my pussy, in perfect time with my son’s sliding palm. It was obvious he was close to an orgasm, and I wanted to cum with him. I could hear his breathing increase as he sucked in air, and I knew I was about to see juice shoot from his rock-hard cock.

“It’s okay baby, let yourself go,” I moaned, as I fingered myself rapidly. Kyle gave into the moment and began fisting his cock so quickly that his hand was a blur. Seconds later I watched as blast after blast of cum erupted from his prick, splashing in ropes across his chest and abdomen. I had never seen anything so overtly sexual and came once more upon my driving digits.

I have no idea how long it was before my mind came back to the present, but when I did, I found us both gasping for air. Kyle had collapsed back upon my bed in exhaustion, while my head rested upon the pillows, as weak as a ragdoll.

Neither of us said a word for a long while, I’m sure equal parts astounded, excited and embarrassed by what just happened. Kyle appeared too weak to move, so I decided to be the mom and take control. I pulled the two straps back across my shoulders and adjusted the nightgown over my chest. I stood on wobbly legs, and made my way to the bathroom, where I grabbed two washcloths. I soaked one in warm water and then rang it out, before heading back to my room.

Kyle was still lying prone across my bed, and I couldn’t help but think how handsome yet vulnerable he looked at that moment. My motherly instincts kicked in, and I dropped to my knees on the floor beside him. Suddenly he was my little boy once more and I needed to take care of him.

He looked nervous as I dropped the damp cloth on his chest, and gently began wiping up the puddles. I ran the towel across Kyle’s firm chest, and then moved it lower as I tried to wash the cum from his abdomen. My eyes were riveted by the cock no more than a foot from my face, and ever so slowly I ran the washcloth even closer. It almost felt like an out of body experience as I wrapped it around his flaccid penis, capturing it firmly between my fingers.

Even though I had cum twice, holding my son’s cock in my hand sent a tingle throughout my entire body. This was no longer the child I bathed in the kitchen sink years before, but a man. I slowly ran the wet fabric up and down his shaft, and then replaced it with the dry one. I dried his crotch, and then rubbed my way up to his chest to finish him off.

I sat on the bed beside him, and gazed deeply into his eyes. Kyle looked so sheepish, like he had done something wrong, so I reached for him and pulled him into a hug. “You have nothing to be ashamed about, sweetie.” I whispered in his ear as I stroked the soft skin of his back.

We held onto one another for a good five minutes, until I suddenly felt quite self-conscious about being so close. I pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes, and then gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “You should go get some rest now,” I whispered softly, and he simply nodded in assent.

As I watched him collect his pants, it was obvious Kyle was hard again. I felt bad sending him away in such an overheated condition, but figured he’d certainly be able to take care of himself in the privacy of his own room. Touched with great sympathy, inexplicably I said, “Kyle, remember, this stays between US!!.”

“Yes, Mom,” he responded emotional spent, looking as happy as a puppy dog.

I gave him a soft smile and said, “Well, good night, Kyle.”

“Night, Mom” he replied, and shuffled off towards his room.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt more refreshed than I had in ages. However, I was genuinely fearful of what I might find from my son. Would Kyle still respect me as a mother, or would he see me as some kind of whore for what I had done? I hoped for the best as I climbed out of bed and slipped into my robe.

As I walked down the hallway, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee wafted into my nose. When I arrived in the kitchen, I expected to find my son, but instead the room was empty. He left a brief note upon the table, letting me know he had to run to school, but there was hot coffee in the pot, as well as a fresh fruit smoothie in the fridge for me.

I honestly felt quite touched. Maybe this was his way of making it up to me for being such a pill the last few months, or maybe he just really enjoyed our special time together and this was his way of angling for a repeat session. Either way, I was happy. In spite of all my trepidation about putting on a show for him, the early results seemed positive.

I was very pleased by Kyle’s behavior the next few days as well. He was extremely attentive to me, but never once mentioned what we had shared or requested another go. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing to me, as it honestly had been hard for me to think about anything else. I tried not to tease, but I felt such a sexual energy around him it was hard not to flaunt myself just a bit.

At work a few days later, Diane approached me to ask how things were going at home. I told her everything was much better, and she actually looked disappointed. Deep down I could tell she hoped things were still bad so she could once more offer her intimate support. I was feeling a bit naughty, so I pulled her into a hug and mashed my breasts up against hers. Just before I broke our embrace, I whispered in her ear, “Thanks for thinking of me.” As I walked away, I intentionally put some extra wiggle in my hips and hoped she was watching. God, I was feeling super sexy!

Kyle and I were watching a movie on TV just days later, and things on the screen got quite spicy between the lead characters. Although they were under the covers, it was clear they were simulating having sex, with the male on top of the female. I was feeling exceedingly horny and wondered if Kyle was as well. I glanced over and couldn’t help look towards his groin. I was not surprised to see a large lump in his sweatpants, and knew he was enjoying the scene as much as I was.

When the movie ended, I stood and began walking towards my room, but stopped after just a few paces. I turned to look back at my son, and said, “I think I’ll take a bath.” After a pause, I asked, “Would you like to come to my room for a bit before you go to bed?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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