Chapter 38: Steve's Story...

Steve Randall blessed the day that he met Tracy Wilson. He couldn't imagine a sexier girl or one that was as wild. She had given him great pleasure and introduced him to sexual situations that he would never have dreamed up in his wildest imagination. Tracy was a gem.

Steve had a problem though. Steve realized that after being involved with Tracy and her family that he was in love with his own mother. Yes, his own mother.

Grace Randall was 35 and as sexy as she was when she was twenty. Her breasts were large and firm, her ass shapely and sexy. However, Grace didn't feel sexy. After 17 years of marriage, she was trapped in a routine with her insensitive slob of a husband and felt the love had gone out of her life. Bill showed no interest in her anymore, he preferred football and baseball to intimate relations with her.

However, Grace still had her son Steve, he was the love of her life. When she looked at him she saw a very sexy young man. She knew that he was going to make some young girl so happy some day. He was a caring son and was so affectionate toward her. Why couldn't Bill be half as affectionate?

Sometimes Grace found herself looking at her son in a way that no mother should look at a son. Last week at the pool he had those tight Speedo's on; what a bulge she saw. She felt herself shiver even today when she thought of him strutting around in those tight swim trunks. Then she chastised herself; for God's sake, she was his mother.

Steve had no idea his mother was watching him in any way other then the way all mothers look at their sons, with pride. Yet, he had some of the same feelings. God his mom was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. When she put on a bathing suit, he had to get away from her or risk her seeing his hard cock. He was in a real quandary, on one hand he wanted to be close to her, to feel her sexy body, but on the other, he never wanted to do anything to hurt her or their relationship.

Steve decided to talk to Tracy for her advice. She would know what to do.

"Wow Steve, that's so neat. I never thought you had those feelings toward your mother. However, my guess is that if you are having those feelings, so is she," Tracy said.

"Really... you think she is having sexual feelings toward me?" Steve said in amazement.

"That would be my guess."

"How do I find out if that's true," Steve said anxiously.

"Well, here's my plan... "

Steve was waiting in the bathroom naked, his body dripping water. He had a towel in his hand, waiting to come out at just the right time. He heard his mother come upstairs and start to walk down the hall toward her room. Steve stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with the towel.

"Oh Steve!" Grace said and stopped in her tracks as she saw her naked son standing in front of her.

"Mom!" Steve yelled but didn't make a move to cover himself. He looked at his mother's wide blue eyes, his own eyes opened wide in false shock.

"I'm sorry hon... I... uh... I couldn't find my... uh... keys, they are always in my pocket book," Grace said as she stumbled over her words.

Steve smiled to himself. Taking her keys out of her pocket book had been a stroke of genius. That Tracy was diabolical he thought.

It was only a fleeting glance but Steve saw his mother's eyes look down at his dangling cock. He had worked it up until it was about a quarter hard, just enough to get some blood flowing. However, that fleeting glance made it twitch and the blood start to flow. To hide his excitement he quickly pulled the towel down to cover himself.

"I'll uh... I'll just get my uh... you know... my keys," Grace said and rushed to her room. Her pussy had started to throb when she saw her son's cock. Her hands were shaking as she got the car keys and hurried back out of the house to run her errands.

It was later that evening when Steve was sitting on the sofa that his mother walked in and sat next to him.

"Steve, I'm sorry I walked in on you today," Grace said as she put her arm around her son.

"Don't worry about it mom. Crap, you've seen me naked plenty of times when I was little," Steve said with a smile. "I'm the one that should apologize, I thought you were gone."

"Well my keys must have fallen out of my pocket book so I had to come back. I guess we were both pretty shocked huh?" Grace said and started to laugh.

"Yea, I know I was," Steve answered.

"You got a hot date tonight?" Grace asked.

"Tracy is coming over and we are just going to hang out."

"I like Tracy, I think she has been real good for you," Grace said sincerely.

"Yea she is pretty nice but... " Steve started to say and stopped.

"But what?" Grace asked.

"Oh I don't know mom, I like her and all but she's... she's, oh I can't tell you this," Steve said.

"What can't you tell me? Gosh Steve, I thought we could tell each other anything."

"We can, but this is about... about... you know... uh sex."

"Well sweety, I'm here to listen and not judge. I suppose you want to have it and she doesn't huh?"

"Well kind of but... its more than that," Steve said and stopped.

"Come on, you can tell me," Grace said as she pulled her son close, feeling a little thrill race through her.

"Oh God mom, my face is already red," Steve said.

"Come on," Grace said and reached under Steve's arms to tickle him. "This always worked when you were little," she said as she began to tickle her son.

Steve squirmed and laughed. As he tried to fend his mother off, his hand "accidentally" grabbed one of his mother's soft breasts. He felt his cock twitch as his hand squeezed as if he was trying to push her away.

Suddenly Grace stopped tickling Steve and looked down at his hand covering one breast. She looked up and saw Steve looking at his hand over her breast. Then their eyes met. It lasted only seconds but Grace felt a jolt go through her body. She grabbed Steve's hand and pulled it to her lap and said, "Now come on and tell me what your problem is," trying to act as if nothing had happened.

Steve could still feel his mother's breast in the palm of his hand. His cock was snaking down the leg of his shorts. "Alright, but you got to promise that you won't get mad."

"I understand boys and girls and hormones, God honey, I'm not that old."

"You're not old mom, God, you're beautiful," Steve said then blushed beet red.

"Thank you sweety, you just made my day," Grace said and kissed her son quickly on the lips. Again a shock went though Grace at the feel of her son's lips.

"Okay, here goes, Tracy does want to have sex with me," Steve said in a rush. "The problem is... uh the problem is... God mom this is hard."

"Come on, what's the problem?" Grace said, truly concerned.

"The problem is that I'm so big... uh... you know down 'there'. She's scared I'll hurt her. And it's not just Tracy; all the girls act the same way. When they see me and how big I am, they all want to run away," Steve lied, looking down at his lap as if he were upset when in fact he was trying not to smile.

"Oh... uh... uh... I see," Grace said, truly shocked. "Well, uh... I uh... well, women are made to be able to accommodate almost every man," Grace stuttered, her face red now.

"Well, I wouldn't know since I can't get that far," Steve said, actually feeling bad that he was lying so much to his mother. Yet, his heart was beating rapidly in his chest and his cock continued to grow.

"Steve," Grace said taking her son's hand, "I'm sure you're not that large.

"But I am mom, see," Steve said and pointed to his shorts.

Grace looked down and saw a long bulge running down Steve's shorts leg. Another inch and his cock would be sticking out the bottom of his shorts. "Oh my," Grace said before she thought. Grace fell silent as she stared at the incredible bulge in her son's shorts. "Uh... honey uh... if a... uh... man is gentle, he can put his... uh penis in just about any woman," Grace stuttered, her eyes still on the long snake in her son's shorts. She could actually see it throb. "Just be gentle," Grace said and jumped up from the sofa. "I forgot, I have to make an important phone call," she lied. Grace had to get away from her son before she did something she would regret.

Steve watched his mother rush out of the room. His own smiled lit up the room; he had made his mother hot.

Tracy arrived at 7 pm to have dinner with Steve and his mom. Steve's father was going out with the boys again.

"Hi Tracy," Grace said as she kissed the teenager on the cheek.

"Hi Mrs. Randall, where's Steve?" Tracy asked.

"Upstairs... go get something to drink, I'll call him. You kids just staying home tonight?" Grace asked over her shoulder as she walked to the stairs to call Steve.

"Yea we just thought we would watch some TV or something."

"Well you two have fun. I have some work to do upstairs so I'll leave you alone after dinner," Grace said with a little wink to Tracy.

Tracy smiled. She knew that Steve had talked to his mother. This was going to be a fun night. In fact, Steve was in for a little surprise as well.

"He'll be down in a minute, why don't you help me in the kitchen," Grace said.

"Love too."

As Grace and Tracy began to work to set the table Grace said, "How are you and Steve doing?"

"Okay I guess," Tracy answered.

"That doesn't sound so enthusiastic."

"I don't know... there has been some tension lately."

"Oh really, what kind of tension?" Grace asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh Mrs. Randall... it's, it's about sex."

"He wants it and you want to wait huh?" Grace said.

"No, not really, I want it too, I'm not a virgin you know."

"Uh... no I didn't know but I'm not surprised now days."

"You won't get mad if I talk straight to you will you Mrs. Randall?"

"Of course not Tracy and call me Grace. You can tell me anything sweety."

"Well, Steve and I have had uh... you know... uh oral sex. I suck him off and he eats me," Tracy said trying successfully to shock Steve's mother.