Chapter 1

I’m Margo Chiverton; a lone Mother with my son Ben away at a private college.

I live in a small town where I have a good job with an accountancy firm and although I’m an attractive brunette with a shapely slim 5’6” figure, I choose to mostly conceal it, as I have no intention of attracting another wrong man. Oh I could I enjoy being admired just I can admire the body of any attractive man; but I have Ben now; he’s my pride and joy.

My life was moving along just fine until recently I returned to my empty home from a very hot day at the office which has no Air-con. My clothes still felt tacky on me and I was aching for a shower.

Entering my kitchen I immediately slip off my heels and discard my pencil skirt, then drinking a glass of chilled water, I shed my blouse. Then going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone’s presence!

Cautiously, I peer in. I’m shocked, for there lying on my bed, in only his vest is ... Ben!

At first I thought he looked in pain.

In one hand he held my panties while with the other he held a very large cock and he was masturbating!

I was stunned, stood there in bra and panties, my mind struggled with the facts; Ben was on my bed; holding my panties; masturbating over me! My pulse ran riot.

Then he saw me. His expression took on shock; and then resentment.

“Mother ... how could you ... spying on me ... like this?” he accused bitterly.

Maternal empathy drew me to him as I sat on the bed beside him to explain. “Ben no, please! You mustn’t think I was spying!” I’ve just this moment come in and about to have a shower!

Stroking his head, I crooned, “Ben! I had no idea you were due home yet ... how could I darling?”

Suddenly calling him ‘darling’ seemed complicated, realising the light he now saw me in.

His eyes are searching my face for the truth; then widen as they focus on my white bra.

“Well ... maybe so,” he sulks... “but you’ve still made me look foolish appearing suddenly like you did...” he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, “ ... still, it is good to see you like this. Do I get a welcome home kiss?”

His lips offer me a forgiving kiss. I offer mine and somehow Ben makes that kiss deeper than is decent. I pull away to break it.

Suddenly I feel improperly dressed sat beside him, but Ben calmly lies back and closes his eyes, so I try to relax. I see his hand still held my panties; guiltily my gaze shifts to his naked torso; which is ... so manly!

He’s filled out so – broad and muscular – his skin toned. But most of all I’m in awe at his handsome endowment; which already easily outstrips his father’s cock! I’m so tempted to touch him; but no! No!