When we rushed through the back door of the house, I had no plan so what happened next was, I suppose, purely instinctual. I took his hand in mine and led him to my bedroom. We stood at the foot of my bed for just a second before I put my arms around him and kissed him. This, however, was a kiss like two lover's kiss. Deep and long, and full of passion. I stood on my tip toes and ran my tongue in his mouth. I felt his hands hold me close and then move down to my ass and pull me into his hard cock which rubbed against my pubic mound. My hands ran though his hair. When it ended, we were both gasping for air.
Mathews had a magnificent body. Of course I had seen him in his boxers of swim trunks hundreds of times, but there was no comparison to seeing my son in all his glory with his beautiful cock sticking straight out. He naturally has little hair on his chest and his pubic hair was closely trimmed. His dick was actually bigger than I had imagined, but not the largest that I had ever encountered. When I finally tore my eyes away from his dripping cock and looked back up, he was smiling at me. I suppose that meant that whatever image he had jerked off to in his head wasn't far off from seeing me naked now. Oddly, I felt no embarrassment. The only sound in the room was the moans and gasps coming from each of us and there was already a strong scent of sex in the air. I was on fire.
I told him get the panties that I had given him at the restaurant and get on the bed. I pulled the covers back and we both lay next to each other.
"I think you said something about showing me what I have been listening to for a while now," I said as my hands cupped my right breast and pulled on the nipple.
He smiled and took the panties and held them to his face. I let my eyes wander over his body again and focused again on his cock.
It was, of course, as hard as a rock. It pointed up but curved back toward his stomach and I could see that there was a small string of semen connecting the tip of his cock to his stomach as he lay there on his back. I could see the veins in his cock were bulging as well. Poor baby, I knew it wouldn't take him long to cum.
As I was admiring his cock his right hand grasped it and he began to slowly stroke it back and forth, causing some of the liquid to ooze out making the string of semen a little larger. My eyes traveled back up and I could see Mathews looking at my tits as I squeezed one of my nipples and the crotch of the panties pressed against his nose. I then saw his tongue snake out and lick the crotch and I heard him moan.
"Mathews, that is to fucking hot," I half said, half groaned. My right hand moved from my nipple to my clit, and I started to run a small circle around it... moving it back and forth. I was already so wet that I didn't need to dip my finger in and lubricate it. It felt slimy and wet and very hard.
When I moved my hand down, Mathews's eyes followed, and I heard him groan and then close his eyes for just a second. Quickly they were back on my hand as we both pleasured ourselves in front of one another.
"Is this what you wanted to see baby?" I whispered. "Is this what you pictured I was doing when we talk on the phone? When I'm playing with my pussy talking to you? This is exactly where I am most of the time when we chat like this. Lying on the bed, fingering my wet pussy thinking about my son jerking off with my panties around his cock."
With that, Mathews moved the panties from his face to his cock and wrapped them around himself. Then he resumed his slow, steady strokes, trying desperately to prolong the moment that he would cum.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry," I said. "I should have been more considerate. I know you were enjoying tasting mommy's juices on her panties and now I asked you to wrap them around your big hard dick so I could watch my favorite fantasy. Here, let me help you."
I took my finger and plunged it in my soaking pussy and pulled it out, offering it to Mathews. He opened his mouth like a baby being fed and sucked in my finger. I could feel his tongue swirling around my finger while he licked every bit of juice that I was able to deliver.
"Mmmm, I think my son likes tasting his mommy," I said as seductively as I could.
I pulled my fingers from his mouth and moved them to my swollen clit.
"Mathews, I'm about to cum," I panted rolling onto my back again, my fingers furiously rubbing my clit. I grabbed my nipple with my other hand and began to pull and twist it. Mathews watched with rapt attention.
My breathing quickened and I could feel myself flush on my chest and my neck. I knew it was just a Mathewser of seconds now.
"Cum with me baby", I moaned loudly.
Mathews scrambled and straddled me. As I was nearing my orgasm, I looked down to see him stroking his dick with my panties still wrapped around it. I tried to keep watching but the orgasm was too powerful. I closed my eyes and felt myself cum while my son was watching me. I came in wave after wave.
I heard Mathews grunt and felt the first splatter of his cum on my tits, followed by another that landed on my cheek, then another to my forehead and on my lips. I quickly opened my mouth and licked it off my lips, tasting my own son's juices. Then another, this time landing again on my open mouth and I quickly gobbled that up as well.
I could feel another orgasm coming over me and I threw my head back and came again uttering a low guttural sound that I don't remember ever making before. It seemed so primal.
Mathews finally slumped and fell over on his back next to me, both of us panting like we had been running a race.
"Wow," I heard him gasp.
I smiled and rolled toward him. "I know," I whispered... "Wow."
I awoke the next morning lying naked next to my son, his dried cum still on my lips and my face. I slipped out of bed and jumped in the shower and, as I felt the water from the shower head rain all over my body, the memory of the previous night's events came flooding back to me. I didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. Rather, I felt somewhat invigorated. I had stripped naked in front of my son, kissed him as if he was the love of my life, and watched as he masturbated with the panties that I had handed him in the restaurant.
I turned off the water and toweled off. I reached for the lotion that I kept under the sink and rubbed it on my skin. This was my morning routine that I had executed thousands of times before, but this morning I paused long enough to look at myself in the mirror and take in my nude body. Mathews, if he was awake, wouldn't be able to see me checking myself out since the angle of the bed and the bathroom door didn't line up. Not bad for a forty-five year old, I thought. My stomach was still flat and my boobs had just a bit of sag to them, but still held up nicely, I smiled. I turned and looked at my butt. It wasn't the butt of my teenage years, but, thanks to my yoga workouts and occasional spin classes, I thought it looked better than almost all of the other moms that I knew with college aged kids. I ran my hands over my boobs and my nipples immediately got hard. They have always been very sensitive, none more so than this morning.
I put on a yellow thong and peeked around the door to see if Mathews was awake yet. He was lying on his back with the sheet covering his lower half. I could see the outline of that beautiful cock under the sheet.
I toweled off my hair some more until it was only damp and reentered the room. I put clothes on and head to the kitchen to make us a delicious breakfast. As I was preparing eggs, at that moment all that I could think of was "I wonder what Juli will think when I tell her about this?"
When breakfast was ready, I went to wake up Mathews. As I entered the room he stirred, and I smiled.