Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 01

bySusanJillParker©

Resplendent with candles, soft music, and wine, Kathryn was just out of her bath. After having relaxed herself while luxuriating herself in her bathtub, her way of spending Valentine's Day alone, she looked forward to pleasuring herself with her friends, Vinnie Vibrator and Domenic Dildo. Between the music and the bathroom exhaust fan blocking her hearing, Kathryn turned off her radio to listen to a loud noise she thought she heard. Sounding like the front door slamming shut, still unable to hear anything, she turned off her bathroom exhaust fan to listen. Now with everything so stilly quiet, she thought she heard something. Sounding like a door, she thought she was alone until she heard a door slam shut. Hoping it was her son and not a burglar, she blurted her thoughts out loud.

"Who was that? What the Hell was that?" Naked and alone, she was afraid. "Oh, my God, is there someone here?"

Just about to emerge from the shower naked as she always does when she's home alone, she was glad she had the forethought to bring her bathrobe with her in the bathroom this time. Normally she's not in the habit of wearing her bathrobe. Too heated up when she gets out of her hot shower, she prefers wearing just a towel. Most times when alone, wrapping herself in a thick, oversized, cotton towel, normally she doesn't wear her bathrobe when she's getting ready for bed.

Calling it an early night, with no one there to celebrate Valentine's Day with, she figured she celebrate the holiday of love alone with her masturbating toys. Not as inhibited and modest as most mothers are, comfortable in her own skin, she's comfortable walking around the house and around her son wearing a sheer, sexy nightgown or a towel, or even naked when alone. Yet, not wanting to give Tommy the wrong impression of her, if her son was home to have made that loud noise, she didn't want to give him a free show of her naked body.

Bad enough she walks around him in her nearly see-through nightgown, not wanting to push the envelope by crossing the incest line, how would that look, a mother walking around naked in front of her son? Even though the thought of her son seeing her naked physically sickened her, oddly enough, sometimes but not all the time, thinking about her son seeing her naked sexually excited her too. The thought of Tommy seeing her naked sexually excited her more when she was horny and home alone masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with her son. Being that she hasn't had sex in a long while, since her husband left her for her younger sister, Maureen, and with her beginning to go through menopause, she's been so very horny lately.

Never thinking of having sex with her son before, but now that Tommy was home with her again, he was constantly on her mind, and the sexual excitement of seeing him naked or him seeing her naked sexually aroused her. Continuing her inappropriate sexual thoughts about her son, with her already horny in readiness to masturbate in her bedroom over the incestuous thoughts of having sex with him, she wondered what he'd say if ever he saw her naked. Only never taking a step across the incestuous line other than in her private thoughts and sexual fantasies while pleasuring herself, she didn't have the guts to strip naked in front of him.

In the way that she's freely flashed her naked body to men in the past, to the postman, to the UPS and FedEx drivers, and to the pizza delivery man, when her son was away at school and she was home alone, she could never be naked in front of her son. Awkwardly uncomfortable, having never stripped naked in front of Tommy before, oddly enough, her hormonal horniness made her think about stripping naked in front of him now. Only, now, an unanswered question that she asked herself again and again, especially whenever having such inappropriate thoughts, what kind of mother walks around naked in front of her son? More importantly, what would he think of her after seeing her naked? Would he still respect her?

Whenever just thinking about her son, especially with her standing there naked while listening for noises, she fantasized about flashing him, that is, if he was even home. Creating a flashing scenario in her mind, being that he was supposed to be out on a Valentine's Day date with Jennifer, his hot, sexy girlfriend, having the face of a model and the body of a dancer, she could pretend that she didn't know he was home. Admittedly, with him having so very girlfriends and obviously getting plenty of sex, she was jealous of his girlfriends. Adding to her eternal horniness, she imagined herself walking downstairs to the kitchen naked. Playing her incestuous teasing game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, just the thought of walking downstairs naked and having her son catch her without her clothes made her want to masturbate herself.

She imagined him walking in the kitchen and catching her standing by the stove, by the sink, or by the refrigerator without her clothes. She wondered, if he did see her naked, would he look with sexual interest or would he turn away in embarrassment? If he did look, would he stare? Hoping that he would stare, she wondered if he'd want her as much as she wants him. Would he be as sexually excited seeing her naked body as she'd be sexually excited showing him her naked body or would he be ashamed in the way that she'd have to pretend to be?

Not making his presence known, being as quiet as a mouse, would he stand in the kitchen doorway and stare at her nakedness in the way that she imagined herself being brazen enough to stand in the kitchen while showing him her naked body? Now that she was thinking about exposing herself to her son, lost in the moment with her hormones and horniness controlling her inappropriate thoughts, she wondered if he'd leer at her or would he be just as embarrassed as she'd feign to be?

With her back turned to him while pretending that she didn't know he was standing behind her, she imagined him remaining there while lusting over her naked body and staring at her naked ass. Proud of her backside, she's always had a great ass and for a mature woman, she still has the ass of a much younger woman. Surprising her with his sexual aggressiveness while she stood at the kitchen sink, she imagined him walking over to her to lean and push up against her while reaching up to cup her tits and finger her nipples in his big hands. As if his hands were already feeling her breasts and his fingers were fingering her nipples, her nipples became erect beneath her bathrobe.

If he touched her in such an incestuous sexual way, if he made the first move by feeling her naked body, even though she made the first move by standing in the kitchen naked, would she resist him touching her or would she welcome his sexual advances? She didn't know. How could she know until something like that happened? Certainly, with him being her son, she could never make the first move.

She continued ruminating in the delight of her sexual fantasy. She imagined him rubbing his instantly hardening erection against her naked ass through his pants. Then when she offered no resistance to him touching her and feeling her naked body, she imagined him stripping off his clothes and taking her right there on the kitchen table. In the way that the explicit sexual scene heated her sexual desire when Jack Nicholson had sex with Jessica Lange on the kitchen table in remake of The Postman Always Rings Twice, she always imagined Tommy taking her and making love to her in the kitchen. That sex scene inspired her sexual fantasies of her having sex with her son and she'd love to reenact that part of the movie as if she was Jessica Lange and her son was Jack Nicholson.

Obviously for her to think about having sex with her son and for her to think about walking around naked in front of him, routinely feverish between her hot flashes and her never ending horniness, she was going through the start of menopause. Forgetting about her sexual fantasy for now and until later when she was alone in her room, horny and needing to masturbate herself, quickly, she put on her white, terrycloth robe and called out to her son. Trying not to panic, she didn't know what made that loud noise and, making her even more nervous, not knowing who was here. Instead, donning her robe, with her lustful desire not feeding her enough to make her recklessly daring by walking around the house naked, she wished she had the courage enough to walk through the house naked while pretending that she thought she was home alone. Instead of her son, what if there was a burglar or an intruder in her house. Giving up the ruse of her sexual fantasy in walking around naked under the pretense that she thought she was home alone, she called out to her son.

"Who's there? Tommy?" Hoping he was home, she waited to listen for his response and when he didn't answer, she called out again. "Tommy? Are you home?" With the house so stilly quiet, nervous now that the noise was made by someone else other than her son, she called out again. "Tommy, is that you? Answer me please?"

She waited to listen before calling out to him again and before picking up her phone to dial 911. Allowing her horniness to overcome her fear of an intruder, maybe some good looking police officer would come to rescue her while she accidentally on purpose flashed him her tits by allowing her bathrobe to inadvertently fall open. Maybe some hot burglar would want more from her than just her silverware. Maybe he'd want her to give him hot sex before he left with her jewelry. Catching the burglar in her house and pleading for him not to hurt her, she imagined falling to her knees to suck the burglar's cock before sucking the cop who responded to the burglary.

"God, I'm so horny," she said out loud for no one to hear. "Tommy?" She called out again louder this time before picking up the phone to dial 911.

"I'm in my room," he said behind his closed bedroom door.

Thank God it was him and not a burglar, she thought while disappointed that there wasn't a hot burglar forcing her to have mad sex with him or a good looking police officer at her front door for her to flash while responding to the crime. Yet, when he was supposed to be on a Valentine's Day date with Jennifer, why was he home? He's never home. Is he sick? Was he in an automobile accident? For him to be home at this early hour, something must have happened.

Horny now, especially more so that her son was home and in his room, she thought again about flashing him. Maybe she'd deliberately flash him while making it appear accidental, something to give her fodder to masturbate over later. Maybe if she flashed him, she'd finally stop thinking about flashing him. Curious to know, she wondered what he'd do if he saw her naked. Nah, what was she thinking? He's her 23-year-old son, her baby boy, how could she flash her own son? What kind of mother would show her son her naked body? A hormonally horny mother, she thought while answering her own unspoken question. Even taking in account her screwy hormones, there'd be something seriously wrong with her for her to flash her son. Nevertheless, it was sexually exciting to think about flashing Tommy.

Getting a hold of herself, it's just her hormones and her ever present horniness controlling her sexual thoughts. In the way that her son had a date for Valentine's Day, she wished she had a date for Valentine's Day too. Being that it's been a long time since a man asked her out, she wished some man had asked her out for a romantic Valentine's dinner. In the horny way she felt right now, she'd suck him off in the restaurant. In the horny way she felt right now, she'd skip the meal and suck out his brains in exchange of him fucking her.

Surprised that Tommy was still home and thinking perhaps that he hadn't left to go out yet, she thought he had a Valentine's Day date with his girlfriend, Jenny. Girlfriend her ass. Fuck buddy is probably more like it. Figuring that they were and jealous that they were, she wondered if they were having deep, penetrating, hot sex. No doubt they were, she remembered when she was his age, a real slut, she couldn't get enough cock. Now that the shoe's on the other foot, with her older and him younger, definitely, he's getting way more sex than she is. Something she never envisioned happening, the barren part of her sexual life, she couldn't remember the last time she had sex. Feeling awkward dating with her son living with her, she needs a man. In the way that her son obviously has one with his girlfriend Jenny, she wished she had a fuck buddy too.

Before she was married, with her sexual fun too short lived, her exciting escapes and erotic escapades didn't stop until they came to an abrupt halt when she became pregnant with Tommy. Glad that her boyfriend at the time, Robert, married her, even though the kid turned out to be his kid, back then with her having so very many lovers at the same time, even she wasn't sure if Tommy was his. With Robert not only knowing but also being part and party to her wild, sexual reputation, she wondered if he ever suspected that Tommy wasn't his son in the way that she thought Tommy may not be his baby.

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So odd that he wasn't out with Jennifer and having sex, she needed to know why her son was still home on Valentine's Day night, the most romantic night of the year. Still thinking about flashing her son and having him see her naked, she walked to his room. For a brief moment, she thought about walking to his room and opening his door while she was naked.

'Surprise! Happy Valentine's Day,' she thought to herself.

Just a thought, she'd never do that of course but it was sexually exciting to think that she would. Yet, hoping he was naked instead while masturbating himself on his bed, she wouldn't mind him flashing her his cock while giving her something to masturbate over later. It's been a long time since she's seen a hard cock. In the way she felt now, she wondered what she'd do if she saw his cock. Would she stare or would she behave in the way that a mother should and look away?

With her recurrent sexual thoughts in mind, she knocked on her 23-year-old son's bedroom door. When he didn't answer, hoping he wasn't decent, perhaps masturbating while wearing headphones, and with his erect cock was on full display while he stroked himself in hand, she turned the knob, slowly opened his bedroom door, and entered his room. Disappointed that he was fully dressed, he was resting on his bed with his forearm arm over his forehead and his eyes closed. Oh, oh, she didn't even need her mother's intuition to know that there was something wrong. Maybe he's not feeling well or maybe he was in a fender bender.

"What's wrong Tommy?" She paused at his door staring at him in the way she'd stare at any good looking, physically fit man who was nearly half her age.

Never thinking about her being a cougar, seemingly with her having sexual thoughts for her son, she was more than a cougar now. She was an incestuous cougar slut, if there was such a thing. With his sweatshirt and baseball cap strewn on the floor as if he had taken them off and thrown them down in frustration, she looked at his lean, muscled body in his tee shirt and jeans. He was so handsome. He was so hot. He was so sexy. And with eyes as blue as Paul Newman's, he was as blonde as Robert Redford in his day. Looking so much like his Dad when he was his age, she couldn't believe the resemblance. Allowing her imagination to take hold of her thoughts, she imagined she was looking at Robert nearly twenty-five years ago.

Unable to control herself and hoping Tommy was looking and he was, her way of being subtle, she squatted to pick up his baseball cap and sweatshirt. When she squatted like that, she knew she'd be showing what she so wanted him to see. A move of accidental albeit deliberate exhibitionism that she's practiced in front of her full length mirror for the UPS and/or FedEx man, her bathrobe parted from the waist down. With both sides of her robe sliding from her shapely thighs, she knew her blonde, trimmed pussy was totally exposed to him.

She couldn't believe she just flashed her son her cunt. Feeling so wicked in flashing her son her pussy, if he was looking and he was, she knew she was giving him a good look of her patch of trimmed, blonde fur. So wicked in her intentions, she was showing her son his mother's cunt. Sounding so much more inappropriate using the word cunt instead of pussy, it's oddly funny have some words carry more of a heaviness to their meaning.

If she had any doubts before about his family tree, she had no doubts now. Seeing him there like that laying upon his bed made her realize that Robert really was his father. In the way that Tommy looked now, he looked too much like his father not to be his son. Back then, she remembered always partying and always getting so drunk. If she wasn't sucking someone's cock, she was getting laid, even sometimes without her partner practicing safe sex.

God, when she thought about her inappropriate sexual behavior, so young and so naïve, she was so stupid back then. With her being so sexually promiscuous back then, she wondered if her son was the same, a whore like his mother was when she was his age. By him looking over when she purposely exposed her pussy to him, she wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It would be funny if he's been lusting over her in the way that she's been lusting over him. Maybe with her being such an exhibitionist, her son is the ultimate voyeur. A game she'd enjoy playing with him, she imagined sexually teasing him while he sexually tease her.

Back when she was his age, it was the high flying '80's with the economy at full bore. There was money to be made everywhere. If she wasn't drunk, she was high on drugs. If she wasn't naked and on her back, then she was topless and on her knees. When she wasn't sucking, she was fucking. Invited to so many parties because she was so hot, so sexy, and so ready to suck and fuck, she knew so very many men.

Unable to remember them all to count them all, she's had too many men in her past. She's had so very many cocks in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, that she could have made a pile of money if she was a professional prostitute or call girl. Yet, instead she gave her body away for free. Compared to the way she is now, a domesticated, single mother living a boring life when her adult son returned home to the nest after graduating college, deep down inside, unbeknownst to Tommy, if only in her sexy thoughts, she was still such a whore.

Deep down inside, if there was a way to suck and fuck her son without having all of the guilt and experiencing all of the remorse, she would. Sometimes thinking that her sexual thoughts for her son were normal, she didn't think that she was a bad mother for harboring those incestuous thoughts and for having those sexual thoughts now that she was in his bedroom naked but for her bathrobe. If anything, she was just hormonally horny is all. If anything, she needed to get laid. If anything, she missed the attention that men paid her, especially all the attention they paid her on Valentine's Day. Her room was filled with Valentine's Day cards, flowers, and candy. Now with her facing her reality of being alone without a man in her life, with a couple of hairs that she found and plucked from her chin, she was just beginning to go through the change of life already. Too much too soon, she wondered if all the drugs and alcohol she did exacerbated her menopause.

"Nothing," he said. "There's nothing wrong. I'm okay. I just want to be alone."

Not like him to want to be alone when he was so happy and so full of life, she knew there was something seriously wrong. She looked at him and made a sour face while walking closer to him lying there on his bed. With him home on Valentine's Day night instead of him making love to his girlfriend, it was obvious that there was something dreadfully wrong.

"Nothing? I know you better than that. What's wrong? Tell me Tommy."

She knew there had to be something wrong for him to be in his room. He's never home. If he's not out driving his Mustang GT with his friends, he's out with Jenny. With her hormones raging and with her always so lonely and horny, she wished he was home with her more often. Not that she'd ever do anything sexual with her son, she wouldn't. Wanting to just spend some quality time with him, maybe she'd play a game or talk to him over a cup of coffee. In the way she enjoyed thinking about having sex with her son while masturbating herself, with her being so lonely, she just enjoyed having him around to keep her company.

"Nothing," he said again and looking as if he was about to cry.

A sensitive boy, so sensitive that she thought he was gay, she's seen him cry before when he didn't make his college, varsity, wrestling team. Surprised that he cried in front of her but the varsity, wrestling team meant a lot to him, and because he had a good heart, he was easily hurt. That was the last time he cried in front of her, which was four, long years ago, was when he was a 19-year-old freshman. After college and putting wrestling behind him, instead of working a 9 to 5 job in the business world, he went with his passion. Always wanting to be a dancer had it not been for his bad knee that he ruined wrestling, he worked in the real world as a choreographer for an off-Broadway show.

All tall, leggy, beautiful women, he met Jenny, Marsha, Rachel, Julie, and Christine when he was auditioning them before hiring them all for the show. Being that he was so sensitive, was always so sensitive, wanted to be a dancer, and worked as a choreographer, she'd think that he was gay if it weren't for all the women in his life. In the way she had sex with so very many different men, she imagined him having sex with so very many different women. Apparently like mother like son, obviously his libido was just as healthy as her libido was back then. Had he not had so very many girlfriends in the way she had a lot of boyfriends so long ago, she knew he wasn't gay. Without him even having to tell her, a mother always knows those things.

"Being that it's Valentine's Day evening and you bought Jenny a card, candy, and flowers, don't you have a date tonight?" She looked at him waiting for him to answer her question and when he didn't, she asked another. "Why are you home Tommy? When I was your age, out with a different man every night, I was never home," she said realizing that when she was his age, she had just given birth to him.

Having all the moves of a dancer, reminiscent of Swan Lake, as if he was a dying swan, he looked at her with sad eyes as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Only it wasn't a sharp blade that hurt him so much. It was his heart felt, hurt emotions. Having been through it before with so very men that she thought she loved and that she thought loved her, unrequited love can hurt just as much as an open wound can.

"You may as well keep the candy and flowers for yourself Mom," he said with sadness. "I'm done with women. I'll never date another woman again for the rest of my life," he said with venom.

Done with women? Broadway must be rubbing off on him, as if he's one of his characters in a play, he's being so dramatic. He's only 23-years-old. How could he possibly be done with women when he's just started to experience women? Most men aren't done with women until they're fucked over a half dozen times, divorced twice, paying child support, and possibly alimony. Maybe he is gay. Or maybe he's smart, smarter than she was when she was his age. Yet, if she was done with men back then in the way that he claims he's done with women now, she never would have gotten pregnant and she never would have given birth to Tommy, the real love of her life.

She walked over to his bed and sat beside him. As soon as she sat down, sudden and undeniable testimony to him not being gay, he sat up to sit next to her. She couldn't help from thinking that maybe he sat up to get a better look at what he thought she'd be showing, being that she was only wearing a bathrobe with nothing else underneath. Perhaps for fodder in the way that she needs images of him to think about when masturbating, maybe he needs images of her to masturbate to too, that is, if he masturbates over her in the way that she masturbates over him.

Feeling a bit jealous, why would her son masturbate over her when he has all of those beautiful women in his life? The reason while she's relegated to pleasuring herself is because she doesn't have anyone to pleasure her sexually. Perhaps filled with too much testosterone in the way that she was filled with too much estrogen so very long ago, maybe he's just as horny as she is and not only is having sex with all of those beautiful woman but also routinely masturbating himself too.

Knowing he does masturbate, having heard him and nearly caught him more than once, she wondered what he thought about when he masturbates. She wondered if he thought about her naked body in the way that she thinks about his naked body when she pleasures herself. She wondered if he thought about her giving him hot sex in the way she thinks of giving him incestuous sex. She wondered if he could ever have sex with his mother in the way she knew she could have sex with her son.

Being that she was sitting so close to him and with just her terrycloth robe keeping her from being naked, she liked thinking that he'd want to see some sexy part of her naked body. Willingly wanting to show him, she didn't dare look down at herself to give herself away for him to know that she knew he was looking and that she was possibly showing. In the way that he was giving her furtive, one-eyed glances, she wondered if she was showing something that he wanted to see.

Perhaps the reason why he sat up on his bed when she sat down on his bed, was because he was hoping to see her naked breasts. Perhaps having a wardrobe malfunction when she sat on his bed, having practice that exhibitionistic move many times before with her blouse or low cut top when in the company of a man, she suspected that her bathrobe might be opened just enough to give him a glimpse of the tops of her breasts and cleavage. Not only did it excite her to know that she may be showing but also it excited her to know that he may be looking.

"Why? Why would you give me the Valentine's Day gifts that you expressly bought for Jenny? I don't understand," she said talking to him in slow, soft sounding voice as if he was a mental patient at the sanatorium. "Besides, you already gave me a Valentine's gift, Shalimar perfume," she said holding her wrist up to him. "Smell. I'm already wearing it. I love the scent."

A total exhibitionist, having made that move in her mirror before, she knew when she made that move with her arm raised and moved forward that she'd be showing him something of her that she shouldn't be showing and that he shouldn't be seeing. When she moved her arm up and forward like that, her bathrobe opened for a brief second and when her son leaned forward to smell her arm, she seemingly inadvertently, albeit deliberately, gave him a full down bathrobe view of her breasts. Nothing that he hasn't seen before, when leaning over him to serve him breakfast while still in her nightgown, no doubt, yet her robe opening so suddenly for her to show so much of her breast surprised even her. Having a hot flash and suddenly horny with the thought of her son wanting her enough to look at what she was showing in a down bathrobe view, she wondered how much of her breast he saw. Feeling her nipples already erecting and hardening, she wondered if he saw her areolas and/or her nipples.

More surprised that he stared at what she was showing, now she definitely knew that he wasn't gay. Glad that she wore her bathrobe instead of a wraparound towel, if he was looking and he was, she could seductively and subtly show him more of her naked body while wearing her bathrobe. Then again, thinking of the pizza delivery man she recently and deliberately flashed, she could show him everything while wearing just a towel too. Only, when it comes to full nudity, with a dropped towel a sledge hammer and an open bathrobe a pry bar, she could never be that blatant in flashing her son. A peek here and a glimpse there, teasing him into looking, subtlety was her best bet if she hoped to seduce her son.

Oh my God, she couldn't believe she was thinking about seducing her son. Sucking and fucking him, her mind was filled with incestuous, sexual thoughts. Being that he was home on Valentine's Day evening, perhaps his girlfriend dumped him. Perhaps she cheated on him and he caught her. A good time to seduce him with his girlfriend obviously dumping him, rebound sex, even with his mother could be the best sex he's ever had. Definitely, any sex, even sex with her son, would be the best sex she's had in a very long time.

Yet, being that she was his mother and he was her son, instead of calling it sex, she'd refer to it as comfort. Imagining taking him to her bed to comfort him while holding him as his hands explored her naked body beneath her bathrobe, she'd make him forget all about Jenny. Notwithstanding his acknowledged sexual preference for women instead of men, she was a bit titillated that her son was looking, staring actually at her partially exposed breasts, especially when he's had such hot girlfriends, all dancers, that she imagined that he was having regular sex with all of them.

* * * * *

"Nice," he said.

Nice? She wondered if he was referring to her perfume or to the size and shape of her breasts. Imagining that he was referring to her breasts, wanting to show him even more of her big tits, she had the urge to be even more careless with her robe. Being that she was alone in his room with him, she wondered what he'd do if he saw her topless and if he saw her breasts. She only wished she had been drinking. Had she had a few drinks, definitely, she'd be parading around him topless or even naked by now.

Nonetheless her sobriety, she wondered if he'd reach out and touch her big breasts and feel her big breasts while fingering her nipples. More importantly, with all of it just a sexual fantasy and nothing more than that, what would she do if he did touch and feel her tits through her bathrobe? Would she allow him to touch her and feel her or would she be compelled to stop him because she was his mother and he was her son? She didn't know and wouldn't know until that happened. Only knowing that something like that would never happen, she'd never have to face the forbidden issue of incestuous sex between mother and son.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Enamored and invigorated by his stare, she looked at him looking at her. Was he thinking the sexual thoughts that she was thinking or was he looking at her in the way that a son looks at his mother? Unable to delineate reality from her imagination sometimes, her hormones and horniness interfered with her perceptions of sometimes realizing factual from fictional. When it came to men, she was always so gullible and trusting, which is why so many men got her naked and in bed. If he was any other man, she'd give him the eye. If he was any other man, she would have made her move to seduce him by now.

"Tell you what? There's nothing to tell mother," he said with a shrug of defiance in taking her in his confidence.

Having been through this before not only with his father but now with her son, both were so stubbornly silent and unforthcoming when confessing their feelings, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation.

"C'mon, I know there's something wrong," she said. "Why aren't you getting ready for your date? It's Valentine's night, the most romantic night of the year."

With Valentine's Day her favorite day next to Christmas, she was never home.

"Date? What date? There is no Valentine's Day date," he said with as much anger as he had sadness.

As if his eyes were lasers and as if lost in his own world, he stared at the impressions her breasts made in her bathrobe. In the way that she imagined he must stare at the impressions that Jenny's, Marsha's, Rachel's, Julie's, and Christine's breasts made in their clothes too, he stared at her tits now. Being that she knew her nipples were erect, she wondered if her big nipples were making their impression through her thick bathrobe. Obviously, a breast man just like his Dad, loving the attention of his inappropriate, sexual stare, he was admiring her breasts in the way that his father always did.

In addition to her shapely ass, she was blessed with big, firm, and symmetrically shaped breasts with big nipples. She loved her breasts and was glad that her son loved her breasts too. It took all the self-control she had not to imagine him touching and feeling her breasts through her robe before sticking his hand inside to feel them, fondle them, and caress while fingering her nipples and before sucking her tits. If only he'd make the first move, she'd take care of all the rest.

"No date? I don't understand. What about the flowers, card, and candy?"

Loving it when men showered so much love, affection, and attention on her, she wished she had some man in her life to buy her flowers, a Valentine's Day card, and candy. She wished she had a man in her life to suck and fuck. Maybe if she had a man to give her hot sex on Valentine's Day, she wouldn't be looking for her son to give her hot sex on Valentine's Day.

"We broke up," he said.

Suspecting they had, somehow she knew they did. Weird that a sense of satisfaction took hold of her, it was as if no woman was good enough for her son but her, his mother. Fighting the urge to cross the line of incest, not allowing that incestuous feeling to take hold of her, she let go of it before her sexual fantasy got out of hand. Unable to stop herself from thinking about her son as her lover, she routinely imagined sucking his cock before she'd imagine him stripping her naked and making love to her.

"Broke up? Why? You just got back together for Christmas," she said looking at her son while growing angry. "Did she just get back together with you just so that you'd buy her Christmas gifts? She seemed like such a nice woman, a good Catholic girl, I didn't peg her for that kind of girl," she said with anger in her voice.

When she looked at him, he looked away and she wondered if he looked away because he didn't want her to catch him staring at her tits. If only he knew that she liked him staring at her tits. It aroused her for him to look at her as if she was a sexy woman instead of his dowdy mother. Having the wicked, uncontrollable urge to flash him her breasts to him again, she wondered what he'd do if she flashed him. Would he continue to make eye contact with her or stare down at her exposed breasts again in the way he did before. Not thinking that the sexual attention would come from her son, it's been a long while since she's had the sexual attention of a man. Even if the man was her son, his concentrated focus on the impressions that her breasts made in her bathrobe made her feel sexy. Feeling like a woman again, it took her son to give her that feeling.

"No, it's nothing like that," he said staring down at the carpet. "It's something else."

Ever since she turned 45-years-old, she's been having hot flashes and sitting next to her son in his room and on his bed while exposing the tops of her big breasts and her long line of cleavage to him, was burning her up with a horny, hormonal fever. Except for the hundreds up skirts of her panties and down blouses of her cleavage and bras that she regularly teases her son with, she hadn't flashed anyone her naked body since the pizza delivery man months ago. When she enjoys parading around Tommy in her flimsy nightgowns.

With him always looking and with her always showing, she always wondered how much of her naked body he could see through the thin material of her nightgown. She knows when she stands by the sink and deliberately dribbles water on her nightgown that she gives him a wet nightgown show. By the leer of her stare, she also knows that when she stands in front of the TV or opens the refrigerator in a darkened kitchen that he can see through her nightgown as if she's naked. Knowing he likes her exhibitionistic shoes, she wished he'd flash her sometimes too.

Maybe if she had a man in her life, she wouldn't be as horny as she is and she wouldn't be exposing her body to her son in the way she does. She hasn't had sex since her husband left her for her younger sister more than three years ago and it had been a while since she had sex even when they were together. After accidentally flashing her son her breast just now, with her mind filled with inappropriate sexual thoughts of her son touching her and feeling her, she was suddenly horny. Wishing she could have an out of body experience to see herself sitting on Tommy's bed, again, she wondered how much of her breast he saw and if he saw her nipple.

"What then? Why did you two break up again? Tell me Tommy," she said.

As if he was her husband when she first met him so very long ago, she looked at him with the sudden urge to kiss him and to make out with him. It's been a long time since she made out with a man. She loved being kissed while being felt up through her clothes. She loved it when a man undressed her while kissing and kissing her. She loved feeling a man's growing cock through his pants while kissing him. She wondered if kissing her son would be anything like kissing her husband, Robert. Bobby was such a good kisser.

A good looking man, and being that she was so attracted to him, she could understand why her sister was attracted to her husband too. Breaking up what she thought was a happy marriage, Kathryn didn't know there was anything wrong and going on until Robert left with her younger sister, Maureen. Water under the bridge now but not forgotten, all was forgiven as far as her sister goes but not forgiven for her husband to want her sister over her. The younger woman versus the older woman, even though Maureen was her sister and they looked a lot alike, she couldn't compete against a younger woman. Not understanding how the two people that she so loved could hurt her like that, he's still a cheating, lying bastard in her eyes.

"It's personal Mom," he said interrupting her thoughts.

A single mother raising her son alone for the past, nearly four years, they were close enough that they shouldn't have any secrets personal or not. She looked at him wondering what could be so personal that a son wouldn't tell his mother and that Tommy wouldn't tell her.

"Personal?" Now he had her curiosity piqued. "There's nothing personal between us. I'm your mother, you can tell me anything," said Kathryn. "With just the two of us taking care of one another, we should have no secrets to hide," she said a little hurt that he'd be keeping secrets from her.

She looked at him while waiting for him to tell her what was wrong.

"I can't. Sorry. Not this," he said. "Anything else Mom but not this. I can't tell you. I just can't. It's too personal."

Now she was even more curious what it was that her son wouldn't tell her. Always enjoying playing sexy, sexual games with men, she decided to play a sexy, sexual game with her son. She looked at him with sex in her eyes and horniness in her heart.

"What if I told you something personal about me?"

He looked at her as if shocked that his mother would have anything personal to tell him.

"Okay," he said. "That might work depending on what it is that you think is personal and what it is that you tell me."

Now he looked at her with as much curiosity as she was looking at him before.

"I'm having hot flashes right now," she said fanning herself by deliberately opening and closing the top of her bathrobe fast. "Especially with today being Valentine's Day and with me sometimes feeling so lonely for male companionship, I've been so very terrible horny lately. I'm horny right now," she said making eye contact with him.

She wondered how much he could see of her naked breasts while she quickly opened and closed her bathrobe. It excited her to know that she was flashing him her tits as much as it excited her to see him looking. Hoping he'd take the hint, she hoped that he'd stick his big hand down her open bathrobe top and feel her tits. Her nipples ached for the touch of a man, even the touch of her son, especially for the touch of her son.

With her sitting on his bed in her half opened bathrobe while wearing nothing underneath, having gone beyond mother and son appropriate behavior, she was horny enough to cross the incest line and have incestuous sex with her son. She knew she was flashing her son her tits but she didn't care. Only, unable to seduce him alone, not wanting him to think that she was an incestuous slut, she needed him to make a move on her too. It wasn't as if she didn't want him to see her tits, she did want him to see her tits. It wasn't as if he didn't want to see her tits, if evidenced by his stare, he did want to see her tits.

It wasn't as if she was a modest mother, compared to other mothers who weren't lusting over their sons, she wasn't a modest mother. If anything, redeeming herself these past 24 years, she was a whore who became pregnant and who learned to live the quiet life of a wife and mother. Yet, with her husband gone and since that part of her married life and faithful wife is over, with whoredom obviously in her genetic makeup, she's reverting back to being a whore again.

Just because she's Tommy's mother doesn't mean that she still wasn't a whore. Once a whore, always a whore. Even when she was happily married, remembering all of her lovers as if they were notches on her bra, she still thought of herself as a whore. Now that he returned home after graduating from college, call it kismet, fate, or destiny, it's as if they were meant to come together for sex during a time when they were both needy. Definitely, without question, she'd give him sex if only he'd ask her to give him sex. Definitely, without question, having done worse in her sordid past, she'd suck and fuck her son, if only he'd make the first move, ask her, and/or allow her to give him hot sex.

Only, it's one thing for her to be a whore around men, it's quite another thing for her to be a whore around her son. What was she thinking? What was she doing? This was her son she was flashing and not some stranger. This was her son that she was showing her tits to and not some man who picked up at a bar and took her home to bang. This was her son that she was thinking about having sex with and not some man she met online. Being that it takes two to tango, inspired by his stare, perhaps had her son not been looking, she wouldn't be showing. Perhaps if he son wasn't as interested in having sex with her, she wouldn't be as interested in having sex with him too.

It wasn't as if she didn't want to flash her son her tits, she did. What's the big deal? It's just her tits. Lots of men, thousands of men probably, being that she attended spring break every year, have seen her tits, why not show her tits to her son too?

Fanning herself to cool herself down, she wish she could remove her bathrobe and sit there naked. Yet, as soon as she opened and closed her bathrobe in that way, as if he was an owl, her son's head turned to her and his eyes darted down to stare at all that she was showing. Not sure how much she was showing him and how much of her that he could see but however much of her breasts that she was showing him, he was interested enough to look and to stare. As if incest was a contagious disease, the more he looked, the more that she wanted to show him and wanted him to see.

"You must be going through menopause. That's not much a secret but the horny part is," he said with a laugh. "Albeit a bit young for you, all women your age and older go through that," he said showing off his college education. "Nonetheless, your hot flashes, I never thought of my mother being horny," he said with a laugh.

He never thought of his mother being horny? If only he knew her sexual past, wouldn't he be shocked. Oh, yeah, she thought to say and wanted to say but didn't, what if I told you that I was hot and horny all the time for you? How's that for a secret? My true confession, a slut of a mother who wants to have sex with her hot son on Valentine's Day, how personal is that? If she confessed that secret to him, she wondered if he'd have a similar secret to confess to her, a son who wants to have sex with his hot mother on Valentine's Day.

"Tommy, we shouldn't have any secrets," she said. "I'm here for you," she said patting his knee and leaving her hand there. She so wanted to pat his cock through his jeans while leaving her hand there but she didn't dare. "Without you having embarrassment or shame, you can tell me anything. There's nothing that you can't tell me that—"

He stared down at her hand before staring up at her. In the way that she so desperately wanted to, she wondered if he wanted her to feel his cock through his pants as much as she wanted to feel his cock through his pants. Not sure if she was correctly reading his look, she wondered if he wanted to feel her tits and finger her nipples through her bathrobe as much as she wanted him to feel her tits through her bathrobe. She wondered if he was thinking about reaching his hand inside of her bathrobe to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples in the way that she wanted him to touch her and fondled her tits while fingering her nipples. Just because he was done with women on Valentine's Day and before anything started between them, doesn't necessarily mean that he was done with his mother too.

"It's my penis Mom," he said.