I guess the best way to begin this story is to tell you about myself. I am 40 years old (absolutely true) and a widow with a nineteen year old son. I started exercising about ten years ago and have been able to maintain my figure. Im 5 7" and 135 pounds (well, 140) and have put on a little weight in the last couple of years, which is not all bad as it is distributed well and does include an increase in cup size (B to C). As my breasts were never that big to begin with, I dont have the kind of sag one should expect at 40. I can actually get by without a bra.
My son, Jon, had just turned 19 and was a freshman in the local community college. He is 63" inches about 210 pounds and extremely good looking. Well, I think so anyway. We were always close but have gotten a lot closer since his father committed suicide three years ago.
I have dated a few times in the last couple of years but never got even close to any of the men I went out with. As a result I hadnt had any sex for quite awhile. I did get up enough courage to order a dildo from a mail order place that shipped it in plain brown wrapping paper. I had gotten tired of masturbating with my fingers and that dildo became my secret lover.
As Jon and I had been living by ourselves the last three years we had became very relaxed with each other, so much so that neither one of us were very modest around the house. We didnt cavort in the nude but did see one another less than fully clothed a lot.
We did hug and kiss a lot, probably more than most but it was still a mother/son relationship. I had noticed lately that he would get a hard on when I would be affectionate with him, and to tell the truth I would get a warm feeling myself. Sometimes I would fantasize about him when I made love with my secret lover and would feel guilty about it later.
One night he had escorted his girlfriend to her high school prom so I was home alone most of the evening. After I had completed my household chores, I took a bubble ... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
