It happened when I was going through a rough time. Things in my life did not go very well. My married life was in shackles as my husband Pete barely paid any attention to me. In these hard times, my only hope was our son, Josh. He had just returned from finishing college and moved back with us.

He gave me comfort, we spent a lot of time together and we became closer than before. I would enjoy his company, but I still felt empty from inside because my womanly needs were not being met. While I longed for some love and intimacy, my husband would be sound asleep after jerking off to some porn.

Sometimes when I would tear up, Josh would assure me that everything will be alright, he would he close, stroking my hairs, he would tell me that if his dad can’t keep me happy then he will. I was proud of the man Josh gad grown into but how could I tell him, why did I cried, and what I really craved.

Every day, after Pete left for work, Josh would also go to the library. Josh did some freelancing work which required some focus; that’s why he worked at the library while I had the whole house to myself till evening.

It was Thursday morning, just like every other day Pete left for work at 9 AM; once he was gone; Josh took a shower and got ready to go to the library. Today, I was feeling extra horny than most days, so once Josh was also gone, I put on some music, completed my chores and relaxed in bathtub for a while. I loved being naked, since I was alone in the house I decided to have some fun. I dried myself and stepped out of the bathroom completely naked.

I went to my room. From the drawer, I fetched my butt plug and some lube. I took them to the living room downstairs. It had been 5 years, since Peter and I hadn’t had sex. He was addicted to porn, I tried many times to turn him on, but he always ignored me to the point where I lost my confidence. When my womanly needs were not being met I turned myself toward sex toys. Toys were good enough, they gave me pleasure and I got off easily, but there was a never-ending lust inside me.

The more I masturbated, the more I craved sex; I missed having a cock in me. I knew that a dildo couldn’t match the intensity of a real hard cock, I missed the taste of cum, I missed the feeling of the shaft throbbing in my mouth. When sometimes I couldn’t get off from toys alone I would put on some porn. I’d downloaded some good porn in my phone, today I was in need of some stimulus so I found my favorite video and played it in full volume.

It was one of those ‘Milf’ videos, I older I got the more I craved young cock. I liked the video because the woman looked a bit like me. I had dirty blonde hair that reached till the middle of my back. I had a motherly figure, normal breasts that sagged a bit, but my bum as the best part of my body. It wasn’t too big nor too small, just perfect for squeezing.

I watched as the woman taught the young man, how to properly eat her pussy. I spread my legs on the couch and lubed up my butt-plug. The steamy scene on the screen was already turning me. I took the lubricated butt plug in my hands and started probing it onto my butt-hole. It gave some resistance, but then I took a few deep breaths, relaxed my body, and pushed in deep into my hole.

I felt the familiar and lovely feeling of fullness in my ass, I had pleasured myself like this dozen times, so it was nothing new for me. In the porn video, the young man was now impaling the milf’s pussy with his thick manhood; my mouth was watering as I watched the sordid scene take place on the screen.

I used my left hand to caress my breasts and tease my swollen nipples, while my right hand moved between my thighs, rubbing my slick, wet slit. I usually shaved all of my pubic hair, so I was as clean and smooth as it good get. My slick juices had drenched my fingers, which helped my glide them up and down from my clit to my hole.

Then I deftly plunged two of my fingers into my pussy, I squeezed my muscles around my fingers and butt plug, in doing so I let out a cry of pleasure as, the sensual sensations spread from both my holes to all over my body.

I lay on the couch and opened my legs wide; I kept rubbing my fingers over my wet sex, spreading my juices all over my vulva. My clit was begging to be rubbed so I waited no longer, as I began to rub the bud of nerves, it made me moan loudly. I could feel myself getting close as the desire built in me since last week as about to release.

I pictured the young man from the video fucking me, his young cock sliding in an out of my dripping, slippery pussy. I could feel my legs beginning to shake as I rubbed myself harder. It didn’t take me much time to orgasm, my back arched as I kept plunging my fingers deep, I kept them inside as my body jerked with ecstasy. I moaned and thrashed on the couch, my pussy flooding with juices as all the pent up pressure finally released, when I finished my hands were soaked and there a big wet spot on the couch where I lay.

Even though I had come, I still was not satisfied. After watching the video I wanted to feel something thick in my pussy, so I decided to have a round two with my dildo. I was going to return to the couch so I left my phone right there; I didn’t even pause the video and started walking upstairs. The sound of porn in background was making me feel hotter.

I had hidden the dildo in the bathroom, as I reached for the door knob to go inside, the door swung open and my son Josh stood in front of me just in a wrapped around his lower body. I froze on the spot, my mind went numb. I was so shocked to see him there that I forgot to cover my own nudity.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” I yelled, quickly covering my bare breasts and crotch with my hands. “I thought you were gone to library.” It felt like as if time had stopped, my son was watching me carefully. I was too embarrassed to wait for an answer so I turned and quickly walked into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

As I sat on the edge if the bed, I came my senses. I ran from, my hands were covering my pussy and boobs so my ass was left uncovered. I felt more embarrassed when I realized that Josh must’ve seen the metallic butt-plug plunged into my ass. I hid my face in my palms, even though I knew that no one here with me.

Then to top it off I remembered I left the porn video playing. My phone was still lying on the couch when I came upstairs. I removed the butt-plug from my ass and got dressed. I hesitated to open the door, I stood right near door for brief minutes. I couldn’t muster up the courage to face him. If it was this weird for I wondered, how weird my baby would feel, after seeing his mother in such a provocative state.

I tried to calm myself and opened the door. There was no sound porn, Josh must’ve paused the video. He must’ve seen what kind of porn I watch. He must be disgusted at me. I took courage and walked downstairs. Josh was nowhere to be see, my phone was right where I left it, Josh had closed the video player. There was even a note, below the phone. “I’m sorry, Mom.” Josh had written.

In hours following the incident, I couldn’t relax, “How would I face him now?” was the only thoughts roaming in my head.

Then, in evening Josh came back. He acted the same as before. We talked for a bit but none us talked about the afternoon’s accident. I also decided to pretend that nothing happened everything was normal. We finished the dinner and then watched a movie together.

After Pete had gone to bed, it was only me and Josh. He sat beside me on the couch; I sat right where I had left a damp spot in noon. There was an awkward tension between us, my husband was already bitter with me; I didn’t want the same to happen between me and Josh. That’s why I spoke. “Josh, we have to talk?”

He faced me and looked into my eyes, “Didn’t you go to library, this morning?” I asked nervously.

“The library was closed today, when I returned you were taking a bath. I decided not to disturb you and stayed in my room. It was hot, so I decided to take another shower today, when I was returning to my room, I accidently bumped into you.” Josh was also nervous. “I’m sorry, Mom. I hope you’re not angry at me.”

“No, I’m not angry.” I said, “It was my recklessness that you had to see like that, must be embarrassing for you to look at my body.”

“No, mom. Don’t say that you’re beautiful. And why would I be embarrassed about masturbation, remember one time, you told me that it’s natural.” He smiled.

“Oh, so now you’re going to teach me what’s right and what’s wrong, huh?” I chuckled and poked him; then as the awkward tension between us melted we both laughed.

“Things like this happen, don’t worry about it.” Josh assured me and I felt a bit relieved that my son so understanding.

Before going to his room, Josh hugged me tightly and our bodies touched each other, I felt his hard cock pressing into my crotch. “You’re little guy is hard.” I joked.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said, trying to adjust himself.

I gave him a good night kiss on cheeks and then returned to my bedroom, Pete was already fast asleep. When I tried to sleep, I couldn’t, because I was thinking how Josh’s cock had pressed against my mound. I wondered how his cock looks like now; I hadn’t seen it since last 12 years.

I couldn’t sleep, so decided to masturbate. As I walked to the bathroom, I could hear the sounds of faint moaning, and they were coming from Josh’s room. My arousal sky-rocketed, I hear feel my heart beating faster as I continued listening to my son masturbating.

“Was he thinking about me?” I thought, watching me naked like that must’ve turned him on. I felt my nipples engorge. There was silence for brief seconds as his moaning paused. I almost thought he was done but then more moaning broke the silence and he was getting louder every time.

My pussy ached with every beat of my heart, I couldn’t control myself anymore. Dirty thoughts of my son filled my head as I reached down to finger myself. I grabbed the elastic of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles, whilst listening to him.

I dipped my fingers inside my hole, they came out wet. I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked my juices off the fingers. All I could think about was how would my baby look like, stroking his cock, thinking about me. It was wrong in so many ways but it drove me nuts.

I could hear him getting closer and I sped up my thrusts as well. I furiously pumped my fingers in and out. I had no control over my thoughts; I was imagining that instead of my fingers it was Josh’s cock which was pumping in and out of my sex.

I heard him moan loudly as he came really hard. I gently dropped myself on the floor as his moans took me over edge. I couldn’t believe it, I came hard listening to my own son.

I felt a bit bad, but then again we both are adults so it’s not wrong.

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Thoughts of Josh, roamed through my head, I returned to my room and fell asleep, dreaming about him...

Next morning began as usual; I prepared breakfast and packed Pete’s lunch. I poured myself a cup of tea and sat on the dining table. Sipping, my coffee my mind started to waver and I again thought about Josh’ cock. It was the first thing in morning I had thought about as I woke up. I thought how I’d come just from hearing to my own son pleasuring himself.

After Pete was gone, Josh would come down and hug me. But today something different happened. I was finishing my work, when Josh hugged me from back. “Good morning, mom.” He said and sat on the dining table.

I turned to give him his breakfast, and saw what I hadn’t even expected. Josh was sitting on the table like usual, but today he was naked. I tried to act normal I tried to look anywhere but there but my gaze focused only on his soft cock. It was settled nicely between his thighs. I swallowed hard and walked up to the table to give him his breakfast. As I stood beside him, I got a clear look at his member. He was clean shaved down there.

I might’ve stood there for quite few more seconds longer, staring at his cock when a voice at the back of head told me that it wrong. God, I was captivated by my own son’s cock. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind when I woke up.

“Is something wrong, Mom?” Josh asked, I flinched at his sudden question. He must’ve caught me staring at him.

“Oh! Nothing, honey. It’s just that I’m seeing you naked after so many years. You’ve grown big.” I winked and he smiled. He usually worked out, so he had a nice physic.

This continued for next few days, Josh would walk naked around house when were alone. I didn’t feel angry or offended so I didn’t say anything to him about it.

I didn’t want to admit it, but actually I was enjoying the show he was putting on for me. Ever since the day he saw me naked, his attitude was changing. I caught him looking at me a dozen times. His gaze would be fixated on my ass or my breasts.

All of this turned me on so much that I didn’t needed to watch porn anymore, I would just close my eyes and let my mind wander, my fantasies about my son worked their magic while my fingers did their work.

One night while we watched TV, Josh had wrapped his arm around me; I was leaning on his shoulder. He would rub my arm from up and down; it felt very comforting and soothing so I told him to do it more often. Sometimes while doing this, his hand would brush up against my breast that would send shivers down my body.

When went in the toilet to pee, my pussy lips were very wet and puffy, my nipples were erect poked through the fabric of my night gown. Reaching down, I rubbed my pussy and edged myself to an orgasm as the thoughts of Josh’s gentle touches danced in my mind.