David Comes Home Ch. 02

I slowly opened my bedroom door and walked down the hallway, back towards the living room where my nineteen year old son David sat on the couch watching TV. I was curious if he had heard my recent toy-induced orgasm and with a newly found bold sense I decided to venture out, still completely naked, to find out. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, or even what he'd say or how either one of us would react, but I was too curious not to try and too stubborn to turn back.

As I walked up behind the couch I noticed David was still sitting in the middle of the couch, the same place he'd been thirty minutes earlier when I'd walked past him to the kitchen, wearing only blue cotton panties. He apparently didn't hear me walk up behind him, my bare feet silent on the carpet. I cleared my throat softly and he craned his neck back, staring up wide-eyed at my 36C's. Having difficulty asking my intended question, I asked in a shaky voice, "whatcha doing?"

He replied without breaking visual contact with my boobs, "just sittin' here watching the game."

I stared back down at him over the tops of my breasts, my nipples becoming erect again, and mustered all the courage I had, "did you hear me a few minutes ago?"

He sat forward and turned around to partially face me and said unconvincingly, "hear you what?" He put me on the spot, now I had to either admit to what I was referring to, or back down and play it off as nothing.

My stubborn side won. "Hear me masturbating," I said barely above a whisper.

David was visibly taken aback that I, his mother, had just admitted to masturbating moments before. He was speechless. I was suddenly speechless too. We stared at each other for a long moment before I finally broke the silence, "did you hear me moaning?"

He just nodded that he had and my heart once again skipped a beat. Embarrassing moments are very quirky, they can leave you feeling tense and nervous, or they can energize and arouse you. And sometimes all of those feelings at the same time. Sill feeling bold I asked as confidently as I could, "didn't you wonder what I was doing in there?"

David was blushing from embarrassment as I waited for his reply, "Yeah, I did but I didn't want to disturb you or anything, that stuff is private."

I put my hands on my hips in a half-hearted gesture of scorn, "David, it's not a big deal," I tried to downplay it as best as I could, "everyone does it you know?"

His expression started to change from embarrassment to admonishment and I suddenly felt bad for trying to scold him. "I know," he looked down away from me, "it's just that you don't share that kinda' stuff."

A tingle went up my spine when he said share, and a naughty thought entered my mind as I realized he had just unknowingly acknowledged that he wanted to share the experience. Or maybe it was just my mind convincing me that I wanted to share the experience. Either way, the idea was planted.

"David, have you ever seen a woman masturbate?" I asked coyly. His eyes got very wide but he still wouldn't make eye contact with me. I moved slightly toward the edge of the couch and he looked up at me with apprehension.

As I stood beside the couch now he had a clear view of my entire body, from my bare feet up to my brown eyes, which he was still avoiding. He silently stared with an open mouth at my smooth pussy, shaved bare earlier this morning. I asked my question again and he finally looked up at me and tried to act more composed at the sight of his mother's bare features.

"No, I haven't." he stammered. For the first time since I went for my coffee earlier I realized I wasn't nervous from embarrassment or anticipation. I was calm and confident as I stood only inches from my son, without a stitch of clothes on, giving him an overt invitation to watch me masturbate.

I didn't say a word, I just reached out and took his hand. He stared at my hand as I pulled him off the couch and led him quietly to my bedroom. There was no conversation as I closed the door behind me and sat on the edge of my bed, where moments before I had used my toy to bring myself to an amazing orgasm.

In fact my bedspread was still damp with my juices and I wondered if he'd noticed. He stood there at the foot of my bed staring at me with a particular look on his face, like he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. Maybe he wanted to stop before we went any farther, or maybe he wanted to ask me something, I had no idea but one thing was clear: he had an erection.

David's jeans were stretched out at the crotch from the erection that he was trying unsuccessfully to cover with his tee shirt. He looked very embarrassed as I said reassuringly, "Why don't you take your pants off, that must hurt having it confined like that. It's ok, I promise."

He looked down at his bulging pants and back at me, I nodded my reassurance and he unbuttoned the jeans. As he peeled them off I once again felt the surge of adrenalin coursing through me, and like before the sensation of excitement was turning me on. David tossed his jeans on the floor and looked back to me, seeming to be relived of the building pressure but a bit more vulnerable standing there in a shirt and briefs.

"Well you might as well keep going, you don't have much left," I said gesturing at the rest of his clothes, not knowing how he'd react to that prompt. He looked skeptical and I put my hands back on my hips, "well, I'm waiting," I said impatiently.

He was surprised at my tone and apologized, "Ok, I'm sorry." He took off his faded tee shirt revealing a slim but toned chest and abdomen with a minimum of body hair. He wasn't very tanned but he had a good color and looked like he wasn't missing too much sun.

He hesitated when he slipped two fingers inside the waistband of his cotton briefs but I raised an eyebrow that indicated I was still waiting. He got the message and pushed the shorts down to the floor.

David stood there at the foot of my bed totally naked, his hands at his side and his erect penis pointing at the ceiling. I couldn't help but to smile, he had an impressive figure to look at, so young and fit. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be nineteen again. "You can sit on my bed if you want, it's ok, relax." I reassured him and smiled softly.

He slowly stepped forward as if walking on eggshells and seemed like he was trying to sneak behind enemy lines or something. I slid over to give him room to sit beside me. "Relax," I insisted.

I gently put my hand on his knee and looked him right in the eyes, "David, everything is fine, I promise." He took a deep breath and seemed to calm down quite a bit.

I scooted myself up the bed so I was sitting against the headboard. David turned and was sitting Indian-style at the foot of the bed facing me. I leaned back slightly and spread my legs apart, giving him an unobstructed view of my vagina.

I began slowly caressing a breast while lightly rubbing my thighs. I let my hands roam my body as my son sat there and watched intently. He never said a word as I moved a hand closer to my pussy and slowly felt my labia. I was already getting wet again and could feel my moisture on my fingertips.

I was enthralled by putting on such a risqué show for my son but I wanted a show too. "Don't just sit there, " I teased, "let's see your technique."

He blushed and turned away briefly before looking inquisitively back at me. "Go ahead," I continued, "I wanna' see you do it too." As if I wasn't being obvious enough I handed him a bottle of personal lube from my bed side table, "Masturbate with me."

David began stroking his erect cock, slowly at first in a rhythm with my hand rubbing my pussy. I slipped a finger between my wet folds and watched his face, his jaw dropping as I penetrated myself. I arched my back a bit and inserted a second finger deep inside, moaning softly and pinching a nipple with my other hand.

My right hand fingered my wet hole and my left hand alternated between caressing my breasts and flicking my clit, constantly increasing the moisture, and pressure, deep inside me. David was silent, apart from some heavier breathing, stroking his penis while he watched my fingers surge in and out of my vagina.

David's strokes quickened with his breathing and I sat up slightly, becoming more excited at the thought of seeing this handsome, fit young man bring himself to a powerful orgasm. I was glad he was enjoying my show as well, I mean most guys his age are solely attracted to the pert young cuties that flirt their way across a college campus or frat party, not a forty year old married woman who has a college-aged son. It's a nice feeling at this age just to know the sight of your body doesn't repulse young men. It's nice to feel attractive, it's a turn on.

I quickened the pace of my fingers and David did the same. He moaned, "oh fuck," and put his head back, looking up at my ceiling. I knew he was getting close. "Mom..." he tried to find the words.

"Yeah I'm here baby, it's ok, don't fight it." He looked back down, right into my eyes and let out a long, deep, slow moan that ended suddenly in a grunt, "Ughhh!" He tightly shut his eyes, stopped jerking and froze in place as a jet of milky white semen exploded across the short distance between us, splattering against my breasts and stomach. That first blast of cum was quickly followed by more, less powerful blasts that landed on my thighs, legs and feet.

When he opened his eyes I was still masturbating, fingers inside my pussy, with a mess of thick, warm cum all over my body. Now I was the speechless one, I was shocked at the power and range of his orgasm and at the same time very impressed and proud. I felt my lower body tense as the first wave of my orgasm hit me. My toes curled and I couldn't help but moan very loud as my throbbing cunt first clenched, and then relaxed around my fingers.

The sensation was too much and I had to remove my fingers. When I did I felt my orgasm hit with full intensity, releasing a torrent of vaginal fluid. I squirted all over my bedspread for the second time in one morning.

I laid back against my headboard with my son's semen sticking to my boobs, belly and thighs. We both tried to catch our breath as we relaxed on the comforter, staring up at the ceiling, panting like rabid dogs. I shifted my legs to one side of the bed and positioned myself so I could see David better.

He was laying there with his hands on his chest, his erection not showing any signs of subsiding. I nudged him in the ribs with my toe, "are you alright dear?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he panted, "I just never in a million years thought this would happen." I silently agreed and caught myself grinning.

"Are you ashamed of your mother?" I asked, hoping for approval.

He turned his head to make eye contact, "No, not at all," he assured me, "I'm sorry about that," he pointed at my sticky breasts.

"Oh, don't be sorry!" I smiled at him as I ran my fingers through the puddles of cum collecting between my tits.

"Your father will be home from work soon," I reluctantly admitted, "we'd better get cleaned up." David began getting dressed as I sat up in bed. Watching him dress, I felt proud that I had such a mature and capable son. Glancing at the clock I knew we had less than twenty minutes before Jim was home.

I decided a shower would have to wait. I used my blue cotton panties to wipe David's load off my body and dropped them in the laundry hamper. I reached into my dresser for a fresh pair, finding a white and red polka-dot thong, and stepped into them.

As I pulled them up I noticed a big drop of David's cum had landed on my right hand, which was working my pussy over when he had ejaculated. I looked up at David, he had his back to me, pulling up his jeans and reaching for his shirt. I looked back down at my hand and the drop of cum.

I hesitated for a split second, then moved my hand rapidly to my mouth. I instantly tasted the salty, powerful tart of my son's semen. And in the moment that it dissolved on my tongue, I knew I wanted more.

To be continued...