I was totally horny. I couldn't stand it any longer. My husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn't wait another minute, much less another two days. My son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the house... alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn't around to help the situation, I was just going to have to take matters into my own hands.....so to speak.

I wasn't new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I loved doing it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends said that they would never do such a thing to themselves. It was too "dykey". That's a lot of crap. I like it. It feels good. But I don't have any desire to mess around with other women. It's just a personal experience that I enjoy whenever Jim can't fulfill my needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do it, but they're too chicken to admit it.)

So, there I was... horny as a girl could be, and the house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was really going to enjoy this. I put some light music on the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the left) of the bed.

Then I went and took a shower.

While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. "Not bad for 35", I thought. I was in pretty good shape. I looked like I was in my twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35. Up to now, I had little trouble keeping my 5'-6" frame at a steady 110 pounds. I was especially thankful for the appearance of my breasts. Not huge by some standards (36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size is perfect for me. I believe him.

I'm not really preoccupied with my body. I just take inventory from time to time.

Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took my razor from the drawer and made my way into the bathroom. With one leg up on the edge of the toilet, I began to shave the three-day stubble from my hairless cunt. Yes... hairless! It had been my husband's idea. Jim loves to eat my pussy more if it's completely shaven. He told me once that it was because it made me look even younger. I think he's got a fantasy about fucking little girls, maybe he even does... but I don't care as long as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to me when he's finished.

With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was finished.

I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the covers over me, put my arms behind my head and relaxed. (Gee, I just love how the cool, satin sheets feel against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.)

This was always the hardest part. What do I start to think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what my husband was doing right now... fucking some squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He told me!... Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn't mind... in fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim came home and told me of his sexual 'indiscretions'... in detail... we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I was certain our son, Paul, could hear us.

I suddenly wondered if Paul masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid image of my son lying back on his bed, cock in hand, fisting it while he listened to Jim fucking the living daylights out of me, flashed into my horny mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus! What was I doing! I was getting sexually aroused by thinking about my own son! I tried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried NOT to think about something? The more you try, the more you can't stop!

In desperation, I looked frantically around the room for something to distract my lustful incestuous thoughts. I looked to my left and could see myself in the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was about how I looked. I began to wonder what Jim and I looked like when we made love.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the covers rise and roll as I moved my right hand over to my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would occasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp. "What does this look like?", I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that. STOP IT!, I thought, you're his mother for crissakes! I rolled onto my left side and continued to look at myself in the mirror. I pulled the covers down until my navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts formed a deep line in the middle of my chest.

My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to shrink and become erect. I liked it. All thoughts of my son had vanished, or rather, been temporarily suppressed.... I was feeling good!

I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A great tingle shot through my body the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in the space between my thumb and forefinger.

I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in an area other than my breasts. I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within my groin.

Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle fingers. I returned my hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as I could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I expanded my attentions to include both breasts.

After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find one.

Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered the rest of my body.

I started to raise my right leg.

I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my pussy to stick together. As it went higher and higher, my lips began to open on their own. It was a very erotic sight.

I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt lips. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the opening to my vagina clearly in the mirror. I slowly pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a short gasp. (There is something very unique about the first stroke into a woman's vagina.) I moved it around and felt every bump of my precious insides. I began to move my finger in and out; knowing that this would cause my body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that I sought.

Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear fluid. I removed my hand and moved it towards my breast. I was excited with feeling of the warm slippery juices clinging to my fingers.

Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my nipples. My body reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to make more and my nipples sent shivers the length of my body every time my fingers touched them. Again and again my hand returned to between my legs for the sensuous nectar. Faster and faster I rubbed it all over my breasts. My breathing became faster and heavier. As it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming more and more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would part, I could see my juices clinging to try and maintain contact with both of them. I could now smell the musk that I was so happily spreading on my body.

The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid flat on my back. Both hands were free to bring the wetness from my cunt and place it anywhere I wanted.

I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed my left to remain between my legs. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy!

I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle finger move in and out of my vagina. I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my body.

I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes only to briefly look at my slick glistening fingers before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked and sucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a great thirst that would never be satisfied. Again and again I wet my hand with my cunt juices and coated my lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and the up and down caressing of my clit. My eyes remained riveted shut. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was fast approaching.

"Mom", is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a great distance.

But it was close. Paul had come home early from his date and was standing right next to the bed. My body tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread eagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan view. Two fingers of my left hand was still buried deep inside my vagina.

After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an eternity, I relaxed again. My passion, momentarily gone, had now returned with full force. When my eyes focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had been there for some time, stroking his cock. He was completely naked. His magnificent young prick was fully erect and standing straight out from his body. The tip of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear wetness.

There we were... mother and son... both naked. Me, totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in what was up to now, a completely private experience. There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge, throbbing erection in his young fist... obviously excited. Then he spoke again, very softly.

"Don't stop, Mom. Don't stop."

His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle. Instantly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, to be replaced by love and rekindled lust for my handsome young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he was looking at me made my pussy tingle with need. I should have put an end to this madness right then and there, but I couldn't help myself.

I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy, watching the look on my son's face. His eyes were wide and gleaming and he was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit. I finished licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes again.