Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

As I lay in bed one sleepless evening, I thought about what Kyle had asked for. Would it really be that bad? After all, he had already seen me once; could another time make things any worse? Right there and then I made up my mind. I would do it for him, but with two caveats to which he had to expressly agree.

As I made dinner the next night I was on pins and needles. I downed a glass of wine as I cooked, trying to steady my frazzled nerves. I was really going to do this. As we ate, I once again received the silent treatment, as expected. When he was almost done with his plate, I took a couple deep breathes, and said, “Kyle, I have something I need to discuss with you.”

He said nothing, but simply rolled his eyes. Teenagers!

I took a long sip of my wine and asked, “You know the thing you asked me to do? The thing you wanted to see?”

Immediately I saw him perk up and look at me intently. Clearly his interest was piqued, and he wanted to know more as he rapidly nodded his head.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, I’m willing to do it,” I said as calmly as possible, and after a brief pause added, “Under two conditions.” Kyle’s eyes went wide as manhole covers, as he sat in stunned silence. “You have to agree with everything I ask, or it’s no deal. Do you understand?”

Kyle nodded his head again vigorously, but I told him I needed to hear him agree. “Yea, I understand,” he answered enthusiastically.

“First, this is a onetime only occurrence. It happens once and we never even talk about it again.” I took a bit of time to let it sink in, while Kyle sat listening intently. “Second, under no circumstances do you tell another living soul about this. NO ONE!!!!” I stated, staring directly into his eyes.

“Okay, I agree,” he quickly muttered, nodding his head like a bobble head doll.

“I’m going to my room for a while, and then I’m going to take a long bath. I want you to come to my room at 8:30, okay?”

“Sure Mom, eight thirty,” he replied enthusiastically.

Was I completely insane? I may have enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine earlier, but my mind seemed sharp as a tack. An ongoing dialog ran back and forth in my head nonstop. At times I listened to the voice that said this was crazy and I needed to stop things before they got out of control. But at others a more resolute voice emphasized it was the only way to move forward, so I needed to steel my nerves and just get it over with.

After sitting in the darkness of my room for what seemed like hours, I made my way into the tub and poured a warm bubble bath. I settled in under the thick suds and relaxed as best as I could given the circumstances.

Upon exiting the tub, I dried off with a large bath sheet, and then wrapped myself in my thick terry robe. Since this was going to be a onetime only event, I wanted to make it memorable. I grabbed my electric razor and decided to trim my bush, which was way overdue. I remembered how all the playmates in the magazines were beautifully trimmed and sculpted down below. After I completed the task, I looked at my pussy in the mirror. Not airbrushed like the Playboy girls, but I loved it.

I went back and forth from the dresser to the closet as I contemplated what to wear. Obviously, I needed something that would provide access so I could touch myself, but just how much did I want to show? I didn’t know if I could actually let Kyle see my pussy, maybe just a quick glimpse under a nightgown or skirt.

I settled on a short lavender nightie I had not worn in ages. It was a gift from my ex on our last Valentine’s Day together and had remained in my drawer since long before the divorce. When I looked in the mirror, I liked what I saw. It was a sexy little number, but more classy than slutty, something I felt pretty comfortable wearing in my son’s presence.

Maybe this would be a good time to tell you about myself. I stand about five foot five, with blue eyes and long dishwater blonde hair. I have a medium build, with medium breasts and a pretty firm butt. I’ve been told I’m quite attractive, but I would describe myself more as girl next-door cute as opposed to hot.

I sat down in front on my makeup mirror and added just a hint of color to my face. My cheeks were flush as I was already anxiously anticipating what was to come. After fixing my hair, I looked at the clock and it was almost eight thirty, so I stood and moved to the bed.

Wanting to look sexy, I sat back against my headboard, propped up by a few pillows. I spread my arms out across the pillows; trying my best to look like a vamp from the movies I had seen when I was younger. My pulse quickened as I awaited Kyle’s arrival, just certain he was going to agree to my conditions as he had earlier.

At exactly eight thirty, there was a soft knock on my door. Words almost stuck in my mouth, but somehow, I was able to grumble, “Come in.”

Slowly the door cracked open, and in walked my son. He came forward just a few steps, and then stood tentatively near the foot of the bed, looking more nervous than I was. I let him soak me in for a short time, and then asked, “So, you agree with everything I asked?”

Kyle nodded his head and replied, “Yes.”

Even though I had resolved to go through with it, the magnitude of the situation didn’t hit me until that very moment. My son wanted to watch me masturbate, and I was actually going to do it. Suddenly I felt tightness in my chest and a light sweat began to break out all over my body. I had to take a couple deep breaths before I told him to have a seat on the bed.

Kyle sat staring at me for a while, I’m sure expecting the show to begin, but I hadn’t really thought how to proceed. I mean, what exactly did he expect to see? I looked back at him, but that only made me too nervous, so I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my belly.

I had never done this before, not even for Kyle’s father, so I figured I would start slow and see where things went. Very gently, I began to caress my stomach with both hands, and gradually moved them up and down my torso. After playing the tease for a while, I ran my hands to my breasts and cupped them through the thin material of the nightgown. My fingers lightly kneaded the soft flesh before I touched my hard nipples. There was no escaping the fact that I was already getting very turned on.

My mind raced as I wondered just what Kyle might be thinking. Was he turned on by my display, or was he disgusted that his mother could do something so overtly sexual? My eyes had been closed the entire time, but I had to see the expression on his face. When I opened them, I found Kyle starring at me intently. There was a look of wonder on his face, certainly not disgust. I couldn’t help but glance down to his crotch, and discovered a surprisingly large lump in his jeans. My baby boy was excited, the thought of which sent a shiver down my spine.

There I was, actually touching myself, for my own son’s benefit no less. Suddenly my inhibitions seemed to fly out the window, and I wanted to put on a good show for him.

I began to roll my nipples between my fingers, as I stared directly into Kyle’s eyes. Every now and then I would give them a tug or a squeeze, which made me whimper loud enough for him to hear. When I decided to do this for him, I contemplated letting him see me naked, but thought the chances were next to nil that I’d actually go through with it. Yet at that moment I impulsively was determined to let him see me in all my glory.

Very slowly I slid one hand to my shoulder and eased the spaghetti strap down my arm. Gazing at him intently, I then did the same on the other side. The nightie remained in place, clinging to my chest in defiance of gravity. Not a word had been spoken in minutes, when I finally broke the silence with, “Do you want to see them?”

I didn’t think Kyle’s face could be any redder, but I was wrong. As a crimson hue washed over his face, he quietly answered, “Yes.”

Very sensually, I moved my fingers back to my chest, and traced them back and forth over the silky fabric. I then curled them just under the lace seam, and slowly pulled downwards. Inch by inch I dropped the nightie, until my breasts came fully into view.

Kyle looked astounded as he unabashedly soaked in the sight of my unencumbered boobs. I have always been told my breasts were nice, and judging by the look on his face, my son thought so too. My 34 B titties were still pretty firm, and were capped by cute pink nipples, which were hard as little rocks at that moment. I cupped my breasts once more and began toying with them. Starring back into his eyes, I asked, “Do you like them, sweetie?”

He didn’t say a word but just nodded profusely. I saw him adjust the way he was sitting; I’m sure due to the stiff member that was mounding his pants obscenely. A perverse thrill ran throughout my body, knowing I was the reason for his condition.

My body was on fire and I knew that an orgasm could not be far off. I ran one hand from my chest down my belly, until I cupped my mound. I pressed my fingers tightly into my crotch, savoring both the feeling I had and the look on my son’s face as I did so. I couldn’t help but whimper as my fingers ran over the soft material covering my hot, wet cunt.

I slumped down lower into the bed, and slowly dragged my feet up to my bottom. With the sexiest smile I could muster, I eased my knees open, until I was spread wide for his gaze. The nightie and my hand were still covering my groin, but little else was left up to his imagination. Emboldened by my earlier question and felling a bit naughty, I asked, “So, do you want to see me down there?”

I actually heard him suck in air, before he gasped, “Yes.”

“I thought so,” I whispered with a wink, as I moved my hand from my crotch to grasp the hem of the nightie. Very slowly, I drew the gown upwards until my cunt was completely revealed. I looked down at my beautifully trimmed pussy, and found my labia were puffed out in excitement and covered in a sheen of dew. I had never really found that part of my body particularly sexy before, but suddenly I thought it looked really hot. I was like the women in those magazines, but only here in real life.

My lips were soaking wet and very warm as I lightly traced my fingers up and down my slit. I was ready to explode with a climax at any moment, so I decided to slow things down just a touch. Knowing that Kyle had never seen a woman in this way before, my inner nurse decided to give him an anatomy lesson. I figured if anyone ever found out what had happened between us, I could insist it was just a Sex Ed class.

With my feet pulled up the way they were, there was a large gap between Kyle and me, so I asked him to move closer. As he slid, his hands covered his groin; I’m sure trying to hide his arousal. I’m sure it was not very erotic, but part of me wanted to tease him to prolong things. I used my fingers to hold myself open as I pointed out the various parts of the female form. I intentionally left the clitoris for last and explained its wonders while gently caressing it. My entire body was literally shivering with excitement when I said, “If you want to drive a woman wild, lick her right here.”