Being the wife of an officer in the military came with many challenges. I knew what I signed up for when I married him, I had no regrets. Roger was set to deploy in June. I was startled by the news, yet I knew I could depend on our son Derrick to assist me around the house while his father was overseas. Derrick was much like his father in many ways. He was kind and strong and always willing to lend a hand when needed, and for that I was very grateful.

The first few weeks were extremely difficult, yet I learned to adjust to his fathers absence. Just two months later, I began to struggle. It wasn't something I could share with my son, so I kept it buried inside. On the surface, everything appeared fine, yet those lonely nights were taking its toll.

Unmarked packages began to arrive at the front door soon thereafter. I tried several toys to replace what I was missing, yet my efforts were futile. Another week had passed and my need for pleasure was brewing. Having an affair was out of the question. Desperation led me down a path I never dreamt I'd travel.

It was a Sunday afternoon, Derrick was in the living room watching a football game. If you adored this article and you also would like to acquire more info with regards to blowjob porn i implore you to visit the web-site. As I gazed into the bedroom mirror, I was pleased to see I was still well preserved for being forty-two years old. At 5'7" I still weighed one hundred and twenty-four pounds, Yoga kept my body firm and well-shaped. Like most men, Roger loves my long legs and my large chest (36D). I took a picture just then to send to my beloved overseas, I missed him so much.

I could hear my sons distant cheers as he watched the game, even his roar sounded like his father. Visions of Roger flashed in my mind as I began to dress myself in the mirror. I reached for my black panties and slid them on. I put my favorite black skirt on and brushed my hair in the mirror. As I held my bra in my hand, a sudden cheer erupted from the living room, it struck my hard, "Roger?" I whispered. A sudden rush of curiosity steered my head towards the bedroom door, my eyes became glazed, my thoughts were scrambled. I slowly returned my focus in the mirror, ... my body tingled, ... I slowly rested my bra back down on the dresser.

I stood motionless as I slid my white blouse on. My pulse accelerated as I buttoned it from the bottom. I paused at the last three buttons at the top and left them undone. I noticed the fingers on my left hand began to tremble, when I looked in the mirror, my nipples were hard. I gazed at my cleavage, yet I felt no shame. I slid on my heels and left the room.

My large firm breasts bounced with every step as I strutted into the kitchen. Clearly my need for pleasure was undeniable. The urge to reveal myself was growing. I poured myself a glass of wine which provided the courage I needed to proceed. I reached into the fridge and retrieved a single can of beer. I paused at the doorway before entering the living room, my heart was pounding. "Pretend you're not aware," I said to myself.

"Who's winning?" I asked as I now stood next to the TV, staring at the screen. He didn't respond. The roar of the crowd camouflaged my beating heart as I remained before him. I sat down next to him and placed that beer in front of him on the coffee table. "Is that for me???" he asked. "Yes," I replied. Derricks expression was remarkable. My braless appearance captured his full attention as he hesitantly opened his can of beer, "I can drink this?" he asked. "Yes, you can," I replied as I gazed into his curious eyes. His focus shifted from my face to my chest, then down at my legs that were aching to be touched. Due to his age, I was afraid he would flee, yet I was encouraged by his response to such forbidden stimuli.

I pretended to focus on the game while Derricks returning observations continued. My chest won the first quarter indeed. The second quarter belonged to my legs that were intentionally tossed & crossed for his viewing pleasure. I slid my hand down and released another button on my blouse when he wasn't looking. My breasts were pouring out of my top. I was violating every rule in the book of motherhood, yet I was forced to conduct this test.

I'm certain he saw the goosebumps that blanketed my legs as he cautiously stared at them. Desperation is what prevented me from retreating. I was basking in his pubescent weakness for the female body.

"Do you like it?" I asked.
There was a long pause, "... do I like what," he asked.
"Your beer," I replied.
"Oh, ...oh yes," he replied, as he gazed at my chest. (He is staring right at my breasts, oh my god, I can't believe this, my own son), I said to myself. I trembled when I realized that my son wasn't that little boy I once used to push on a swing anymore. His curious eyes stole peeks the entire game.

I shivered at the possibilities as I laid in bed that evening, alone. I fought the urge to touch myself as my thoughts deepened, yet my will to resist was diminishing. (Am I really going to cross that line?)

A few days later, I woke up to the sound of tapping coming from his bedroom. I rolled out of bed and slipped my robe on to investigate. When I opened his door I startled him, he quickly crawled backwards out of his closet.

"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm, ...... I'm just cleaning my closet," he replied so nervously. I saw a screwdriver in his left hand, yet I didn't pay it any attention, "breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes," I said, then I left his room. (I didn't ask him to clean his closet, ... what is he up to?) I asked myself.

He had a guilty smile on his face during breakfast. I was determined to find out what he was up to. As I took my morning shower my thoughts were racing. I was overwhelmed by the positive results my initial test provided. I battled my steadfast morals that were begging me to stop, yet my desires refused to obey. My body was pasted with soap as I groped myself, I just couldn't stop. I was re-living my braless evening.

Derrick was gleaming when I got out of the shower, his smile meant the world to me, especially now, I mirrored his smile in return, "I love you sweety," I said, "I love you too mom," he replied.

Over the next few days, I read and re-read every letter Roger sent. I smiled as I enclosed the picture I recently took into the envelope. I wanted Roger to know how much I missed him.

I began watching pornographic videos where I met people like Kay Parker, Honey Wilder, Jodi West and others who inspired me to forge onward. I found their portrayal of incest to be extremely alluring and worth exploring. This wasn't a subject I could share with my girlfriends, I was alone in my thoughts.

As a Freshman, Derrick was on the Jr. varsity football team. I picked him up every day after practice. I decided to see if I could lure his attention again. Before I left the house, I oiled my legs to a beautiful shine and wore some shorts no mother would dare consider. My thighs glistened during my drive to the school.

I tried to govern the moisture building between my legs as I sat in the parking lot. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, the same pitter-patter I felt when I first saw his father. The moment he opened the car door he stared in shock as he sat in the seat. "How's my linebacker?" I asked. He silently gazed at my dripping thighs, "I'm good, ... wow, ... damn," he uttered softly. "Is that your new coach?" I asked, as I stared at a man with a whistle around his neck, ..."Derrick?", ... "Derrick???," ... "Oh yeah, he's tough," he said as he now looked away. That was the moment I realized Derrick was able to set aside our bond in exchange for pleasure, I could say the same. My pussy was soaking wet during that ride home.

I laid awake at night thinking about Roger while having incestual thoughts about our son. I no longer disguised the roar of my vibrator as it ricocheted down the hallway in the wee hours of the night. At times, I purposely cracked the bedroom door just to further taunt my true intentions. I purposely cried out to orgasms just to arouse his suspicion. Sometimes, I left my vibrator on the bathroom sink where I knew he would see it. My showers became longer with the help of my suction-cup silicone dong, yet I still had a craving.

(Remember when you startled him when you walked in his room last month?, ... the closet?) I asked myself.

Since he was in school, I decided to investigate it further. I didn't notice anything unusual as I sifted thru some things, but just when I was about to close the door, I knocked a box of Legos off a shelf which crashed upon the floor. Now it was I who was crawling on the floor, picking all of them up.

The base of the closet was dark, yet I saw a beam of light coming from my left. When I looked closer, I saw a hole about the size of a dime. When I pressed my eye into it my entire body shuddered! Before me was a complete view of my bathtub! "Ohhh my goddddd," I whispered as my pulse took off like a rocket, "he's been spying on me for a month!" I said. I rose to my knees and collapsed against his closet door, "I can't believe this," I whispered to myself. I gasped continuously knowing he's been watching me with that toy as well, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

"Oh my god!" I kept repeating as I absorbed my findings. (Oh my god, my toy, ... I attach it to the chrome plate in the center of the tub!), I thought to myself. I quickly re-attached it and ran to the closet to see 'the view.' I gasped and shivered madly. The hole was carved around the edge of that circular chrome plate, the view was spectacular, "Oh my god", ... OMG. "My dear sweet boy" I said as I rested against the door. I rose to my feet and closed the door. The distance between his Lego-days and what I just discovered was immeasurable.

I staggered into the living room and plopped on the sofa, my thoughts were racing, my pussy was wet. (Someone has a thing for you too), I whispered to myself, ... "Oh wow, ... MMMmmm."

I could barely think when he came home from school. I tried to listen to his words, yet they fell upon deaf ears. As he spoke, I gazed into his eyes with a sense of wonderment. Clearly his needs had no boundaries, I could say the same for myself. I rattled with a nervous arousal I had not felt before. That thousand-yard-stare is true.

His stereo was thumping as I attempted to make dinner. Goosebumps found a home on my flesh and refused to leave. An image of Derrick FUCKING ME flashed before my eyes. I paused and held the countertop, my head was spinning. I turned off the stove and ordered a pizza, I just couldn't focus.