A Maternal Love Affair Pt. 01

Part One of my Maternal Love Affair fantasy - spying my son, Michael in the shower, igniting my incestuous lust for him.

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There was nothing particularly special about that Saturday morning. I'd woken before my husband and had spent the alone time drinking coffee, reading the news, and taking note of what I needed to buy at the store later that day. Our son, Michael, was home from College for a few weeks and had managed to eat and drink everything I'd bought the week before. My husband, Tim, got up around 10 and after a quick coffee, had gone out to meet friends for a day of golf. I didn't doubt my love for Tim, but the spark had gone a long time ago, and whilst we still had sex, it was generally a process rather than anything I particularly looked forward to. I enjoyed his golf trips because it gave me a chance to indulge myself in some alone time to take care of my own needs, which all too often, Tim didn't.

Michael got up around 11:30 and came downstairs where I was sat in the kitchen. "Hey Mom", he exclaimed as he bounded into the kitchen, "where's Dad gone?". "He's gone to play golf with his friends Mikey, you know he has his routines on a Saturday which we can't interfere with" I replied - Michael seemed to like me still calling him Mikey even though he was nearly 19, and he smiled knowingly at his father's antics.

"What are you doing today, Mom?"

"I've got to go to the store and get some groceries and run a few errands, then I was going to come home and catch up on my book for a while before your father gets home."

"I'll come help get groceries if you want, Mom, it'd be nice to spend some time together before I go back to College."

"Sure thing, Mikey, I'm going in 10 minutes if you're ready?"

"Sure thing, let me grab a shower real quick then I'll be ready."

With that, Michael turned and left the kitchen to go shower, I finished my coffee and followed behind him to grab a sweater from my bedroom.

As I walked to my room and past the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice that Michael had left the bathroom door partly open whilst he showered. I reached to close it to give him privacy but as I did, I paused. There was Michael in the shower, steam rising around him as he washed himself. Michael was 6"3 tall and built like a man these days. The young boy I'd once cradled and nursed morning, day and night, was now a man, but still held a childlike quality which friends referred to as cute. As I watched him shower, he turned slightly and I caught sight of his penis as he cleaned it - an involuntary gasp left me as I saw it. Sure it wasn't the biggest cock in the world, but it was maybe 5 inches long flaccid, smooth, and hung there against his frame like a perfect trophy. I couldn't take my eyes off of Michael as he rubbed soap all over, cleaning under the steaming stream of water, unaware that his mother was watching from the door.

Suddenly I caught myself and turned away - what was I doing? Why was I so transfixed at the sight of my sons cock? Was I aroused? What was this feeling? I quickly left the doorway and headed to my room as I'd planned, shutting the door behind me and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What the hell are you thinking, Jennifer?" I thought to myself, "Calm down, he's your son, get your sweater".

I grabbed my sweater and steadied myself before heading back out into the hallway - Michael was out of the shower and in his room getting changed so I headed to the kitchen to wait for him, hurrying past the bathroom, almost unwilling to even look at it as I knew what images would fill my thoughts again.

"Hey mom!" - Michael walked into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his blonde hair still wet from the shower.

"Hey Mikey, are you ready to go?" I said, my mind still picturing him in that shower, water streaming over him and him stroking that beautiful smooth cock of his. "What am I thinking?" I thought to myself, "he's your son".

"Sure - but I'm driving" he replied with a mischievous grin - he loved driving, so who was I to refuse this simple request.

"OK Mikey, but remember I'm a nervous passenger - take it easy on me."

"Don't worry Mom, I'll only ever go as fast as you're comfortable with" he said with a wink before grabbing the keys and heading off.

"Was that flirting" I thought, "no, just your imagination running wild after the shower, get yourself together". I grabbed my purse and followed him, still picturing him in all his glory.

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"OK honey, I'll see you tomorrow night" - Tim had called to say him and his buddies had decided to stay the night at one of their lake houses, so he'd be back the following day.

"Is Dad staying out tonight, Mom?" Michael asked.

"You know your father, Mikey, golf means a few beers!"

Michael laughed in his child like way, his eyes sparkling as he did.

"I guess it's just us tonight then, Mom, fancy a pizza and a movie?"

"That sounds great babe, let me just grab a shower then we can get one ordered. Why don't you pick a movie while I'm Showering so its ready to go when I get back?"

"Sure thing, Mom, sounds good" Michael replied.

As Michael headed to the lounge, I went upstairs and got undressed. Standing in front of the mirror, I wondered where the young girl I'd once seen in my reflection had gone. At 47 I was pretty good for my age - sure I was a little soft around the edges and my breasts were a little lower than they had once been, but my hair was still a dark brunette colour and my skin still smooth, my 5"7 frame held my weight well and i looked pretty good for my age. I stood and stared for a moment, an urge creeping over me to reach down and take care of myself - my normal Saturday routine had been broken by my visit to the store with Michael and him being home, and I felt the need for release.

I got into the shower and began soaping myself, my right hand rubbing down lower and lower, until I reached my pussy. I couldn't help but linger, softly flicking my clit as the hot water poured down over me. My left hand cupped my 36d breast, softly cupping it before pinching at the nipple. I pinched harder as I rubbed my clit faster and faster, growing more turned on with each stroke.

Suddenly I pictured the scene from earlier that day, of Michael showering and slowly washing himself. I felt a warm rush wash over me as I imagined him stroking that perfect cock of his, and before I knew it I came, hard, letting out an involuntary moan as the orgasm ran through me, my body shuddering and my knees almost giving way - I hadn't cum like that in a long long time. As I came back to, I'm sure I heard a click like a door closing, but didn't think anything of it - "probably just Mikey going to his room for something" I thought.

Michael - fuck! What was I thinking? I'd just brought myself to orgasm picturing my son naked. "What kind of Mom does that?" I thought. "Seriously, Jennifer, get a grip!". I turned off the faucet and started to dry myself - the door to the bathroom was open slightly.

"I'm sure I closed that when I came in" I thought - "I must be going crazy!". It was only Michael and I in the house, he knew I was showering so wouldn't have tried to come into the bathroom - would he? There was no sign of him upstairs so I headed to my room, got dressed, and headed downstairs - my cheeks still flushed from the sheer strength of the orgasm I'd just had.

Michael was downstairs on the sofa, and looked up as I walked in - he had a mischievous, cheeky look on - probably texting girls or something in my absence.

"I've found a few movies, Mom, what sort of thing so you want to watch?"

"I don't mind, Mikey, we can watch whatever you want to".

"OK, I know just the thing - do you want to come sit under a blanket with me like we used to?"

I smiled - when Michael had been younger we had spent many days cuddled under a blanket watching movies and talking, so I wasn't going to turn down the opportunity. Michael was older, sure, but he was still my baby boy, and I loved that he wanted to be close to me.

"Sure thing honey, let me grab a drink and I'll be right in" I replied, turning to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine.

When I returned, Michael had the blanket out ready to go, and immediately wrapped me in it as I sat down, snuggling into me and wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders. We had always been close to each other, and I loved that despite his age, he still felt he could cuddle with his Mom.

"Were you OK in the shower, Mom, I thought I heard something whilst you were up there" he suddenly asked.

"Of course, Mikey, what do you mean?" I replied, feeling my cheeks starting to flush.

"Oh nothing" he replied, "I just thought I heard you make a noise in there."

"Oh" I replied, my cheeks now burning knowing what he had heard, "the water ran cold and it surprised me, that's all".

"That explains it" Michael said with a grin. Something about his grin and demeanour mad me think he knew I was lying - were my cheeks the giveaway? How much had he heard? What about the noise I heard and the door?

"Anyway mister, my showering habits are none of your business" I said, slapping his shoulder playfully as I said it. I was flirting, I knew I was flirting, I just hoped Michael didn't realise I was flirting. Or did I?