Chapter 1: Seducing My Son

While I don’t know why married couples drift apart after a few years together, I just know we do. Fred and I are living proof of it. After the honeymoon, when we fucked continually, Fred and I seemed to return to “normal,” whatever that is, and we had less and less sex. After Tommy was born and Fred’s career took off it seems like we were lucky to squeeze in some fucking once a month or so, and over the years that once a month changed to once a quarter, then almost never.

Some of that was my fault, I admit. I’d put on a little weight, hadn’t taken care of myself as I probably should have, and by the time Fred began traveling overseas I began to look to our son for my only source of affection. By then Tommy was 14, and into all kinds of sports. Whether he was shooting hoops, hitting a baseball, or throwing passes I loved attending his events. He’s a good kid, and already has the buff, developed body of a young man to go along with his athletic prowess, making me a very proud mom indeed.

I first began fantasizing about sex with him during my masturbation sessions when a girlfriend of mine told me about a woman who’d been arrested on charges of “child abuse” for fucking her son. Instead of being scandalized by it, I found myself aroused. And I began to think about what it would be like to have sex with Tommy. Fred was gone all the time, paid little attention to me when he was home, and I was horny. So I decided to do something about it.

The day Fred left for the Far East and another of his 30 day absences and after Tommy had left for school I went into his room and dug one of his sweaty jock straps out of the dirty clothes hamper. I was naked, having shed my nightgown before going into his room, and when I found what I was looking for I took it, along with the fake cock I’d brought with me from my bedroom, and I crawled into Tommy’s unmade bed.

“God!” I moaned, bringing the odiferous jock strap up to my nostrils, sniffing it as I placed my fake cock at the entrance of my wet pussy. The aroma of Tommy’s rank ball sweat assaulted my senses, and I almost came the moment I slid “his” cock into my cunt. God I was hot ... so fucking hot I began to lick and suck the nasty sweat from his cock and balls off his jock, wiping the soiled strap all over my face as I masturbated.

“YES, TOMMY! FUCK ME! FUCK MOTHERRRRRR!” I heard myself shout as my orgasm slammed into me. I felt my body bucking and jerking as wave after wave of intense pleasure filled me with exquisite sexual excitement. I was sucking my son’s DIRTY JOCK STRAP! Tasting his BALL SWEAT! Wiping the moist jock ON MY FACE! And I loved doing it ... loved how nasty it made me feel.

“Slut!” I said to myself as my orgasm subsided. And then I did it all again.

That afternoon when Tommy came home from after-school football practice I greeted him in the new workout leotard I’d purchased for beginning my new exercise regime. I knew I was a good 10 pounds overweight, and at a petite 5’1” it was weight I could ill afford to retain if I was going to look good enough to seduce my son. I realized I could hardly complete with teenage girls, but I also knew boys Tommy’s age were masturbating and that they loved looking at tits, so while my overall weight was too high at 130 I also knew my 36D tits were of interest to Tommy because I’d seen him sneaking peeks at them more and more frequently the older he got.

So I timed my workout so it would just be ending when Tommy got home from school, and when he walked into the house and called out for me I returned his greeting and told him I was in our exercise room. I probably failed to mention we have tons of money. Fred, while lousy in the “lover” department has done exceedingly well in earning a living, and we truly do live in a mansion. Our home includes a fully equipped fitness center and adjoining sauna, a Viking gourmet kitchen, large pool and hot tub out back, and a fabulous home theater. Tommy, of course, is a regular user of our fitness center, so he knew exactly where to find me.

“Hi Mom,” he said brightly, walking into the room, smiling at me.

“Hi baby. Have a good practice?” I said, stepping off the treadmill. The leotard I purchased was a light shade of lavender, and thin enough to be practically transparent. The fact I was perspiring profusely helped highlight my huge breasts and dark aureoles for Tommy, as well as my thatch of thick black pubic hair. In short, I appeared almost naked for him, and he did NOT fail to notice it.

“Mom! Wow! You ... you ... ah ... when did you start working out?” he stammered, staring at my tits, then up to my eyes.

“Today, baby. I decided I need to lose 10 or 15 pounds or so. I’m tired of looking fat,” I said, raising my arm to towel off the sweat from the back of my neck, accentuating my large tits for Tommy.

“You ... you’re not fat, Mom,” he said, still staring at my tits.

“You don’t think so, honey?” I asked, feeling the moisture in my cunt increasing, and not from my workout.

“I ... I think you look great, Mom,” he said softly, and I was amazed and pleased to notice his cock growing.

“I’m glad YOU think so, baby, because I don’t feel so great. I mean, look at me,” I said, raising my arms above my head, then slowly turning around for my son, letting him see ever inch of my almost naked body. “Does this look like the kind of body anyone could admire?”

“Hell yeah it does, Mom. All my buddies think you’re ... well...” he began.

“Think I’m what, honey?” I probed, my hands on my hips now, nipples hardening.

“They, ah ... some of them think you’re ... well ... hot, Mom,” Tommy grinned.

I smiled and moved closer to him, then put my hands on his shoulders and said, “Do you think I’m hot, baby? I know boys your age think a lot about sex. And I don’t want to embarrass you, but I really want to know what you think,” I began. “Do you think these...” I said, cupping my tits, my hands under them, holding them up for him... “are nice breasts, baby? Or do you think they’re too big?” I breathed, standing so close to him now I knew he could smell my sweat.