Audrey had been in the house less than fifteen minutes when she heard her son moving about upstairs. Though she’d had plenty to drink on her night out with three other women she was badly in need of another large one. The mother had planned to have a long chat with her son, thinking that after a night out she’d be relaxed enough to broach the subject; it was going to be a difficult task. Eventually forcing her self to make the effort, she refilled her glass and quietly walked upstairs to her son’s bedroom.

‘Hello James!’ she called through the door, tapping on the wood. ‘I heard you moving around - is it okay if I come in?’

The boy gave her the okay and she stepped into the room, seeing her son, all ready for bed in his pyjama’s. Right away she was conscious of his admiring looks as his eyes slowly went from head to foot then back again, stopping when his gaze reached her cleavage. Maybe she ought to have picked a better time when she wasn’t dressed so sexy and glamorous. He’d probably eyed her up many times before but Audrey now knew his inclination to do that would be much stronger. There was a reason - and that’s what she wanted to have a chat about.

‘There’s something I want us both to discuss and I thought it would be better to do it when we’re not likely to be interrupted. With your dad working the night shift and no one likely to call at this late hour, we have a good deal of free time - that is if you’re not too tired.’

‘No, it’s okay,’ the teen mumbled, ‘Am I in trouble? Are you going to give me a lecture about something?’

‘No, no, no, you’re not in trouble! And no lecture either - I did say we’d ‘discuss’, like two adults.’

James grinned. ‘It will be the first time you’ve treated me like an adult - you’ve never done that before.’

‘Maybe I should have started treating you like an adult sooner - though you’re hardly past your 18th birthday.’ Audrey paused and took a sip of her drink. ‘Can I sit on your bed while we chat?’

She sank on the edge of the mattress and her skirt rode up her thighs. It was quite a short skirt with a slit up the side and she saw James refocus his gaze, look embarrassed and hot under the collar, then quickly sat down using his hands to cover his mid-riff. His mother felt her heart flutter, realising correctly that he needed to hide evidence of his growing erection; being dressed in only his pyjama’s his stiffening cock would be so obvious. Being only a few weeks since his birthday his mother still considered him a boy rather than a young man about to go to college

Audrey decided not to make him feel obviously uneasy by tugging down her hemline - even though she knew, given the skirt had a side split that she’d be showing her stocking tops - maybe even an inch or two of bare upper thigh.

‘I want us to talk openly and honestly, James. It’s me who has a lot of explaining to do - I’d like to clear the air. I think you must have an idea what the subject matter is.’

‘Yeah, you’ve come to tell me off for looking at some photo’s I found hidden away. So I guess you’re grounding me? Does dad know about the photo’s? I bet you have been waiting until he’s working nights before wanting to talk about it!’

Audrey stayed calm and kept her voice low.

‘Of course your dad knows about them - and I’ll remind you I said you’re not in trouble, but we need to chat about it - and you are definitely not grounded. So stop being on the defensive - you sound aggressive and confrontational!’

‘Well, dad isn’t in any of the photo’s I saw - they all show you, almost naked in most - some with other men.’

Audrey smiled. ‘There’s a good reason why your dad can’t be seen in the photo’s, James, he’s behind the camera taking the pics - or should I say one of the camera’s - sometimes there were more than one man taking pics. I’m not even sure how many photo’s you’ve seen.’

James looked more than a little surprised. ‘Dad took the pictures - of you doing things with a load of other men?’

‘Yes,’ his mother answered calmly and without shame. ‘Before we go on, I have to tell you that I found some here in your bedroom - you’d smuggled them upstairs to look at, at your leisure.’

‘Do you make a habit of searching my room?’ he asked in an accusative tone.

‘I knew some pics had been moved. At first I thought your dad might have taken them to show a friend. Then I noticed how you started to look at me in a different way - just as you did when I came into the room just now - and how you can’t keep your eyes from looking at the split in my skirt because you can see my stocking tops. Anyway, I had a good look round when I was cleaning your bedroom to see if you had them and found some of the ones you kept back. I expect you were shocked at first - but I know that seeing them hasn’t upset you.’

‘How do you know that?’ the youth asked, now embarrassed because his mum knew he’d been staring at her cleavage and leg show.

‘I know because you wanted to see more - I know you took the first lot back up to the loft and brought some different ones to your bedroom. So you must have enjoyed looking at them. Am I right?’

James nodded his head but avoided eye contact.

‘That’s okay, James, most lads your age would no doubt have done the same if they got chance to look at naughty pics. Though it wouldn’t normally be their mum in the shots doing sex acts with other men. I know thinking about it now is making you feel excited! Have you told any of your friends about them or shown anyone else?’

‘No, I wouldn’t dare mum - word would get all around the neighbourhood! Why would I want to do that and make trouble for myself?’

‘Good boy!’ Audrey was now feeling more comfortable about having this chat with her young son. ‘Just so you know, James, I don’t mind you staring at my body, and having naughty thoughts when you look at the pics. Now you’ve seen them, I can’t make you ‘unsee’ them so it would be silly to pretend otherwise. You’ve seen pics of me naked, playing with naked men. Have you seen the ones that your dad took that showed me with more than one man - touching and playing with both at the same time?’