Momma’s Boy Is All Grown Up

When he got to Middle school, he was withdrawn from me and always with his friends or on the internet or texting on his phone. I felt invisible. He would come in from school and go straight to his room. Living in the same house I missed my “little man”, but I got used to it. I found other ways to entertain myself in my lonely house. When he turned 17, I saw a change in him. He wasn’t so little anymore. His voice was deeper. His shoulders were broader. His arms were very muscular and his pants were fitting so tight! I couldn’t help but notice how large his manhood had grown. He started being more helpful around the house. He helped me with the groceries, he started holding the door open for me, cleaning up the kitchen, and even giving Mommy a much-needed foot massage. His Dad spent so much time on the road as a salesman that he felt he had to step in and be the man of the house.

One night after I finished a long, hot bath I realized I had not closed the door all the way. The bathroom was filled with steam and I was drying my wet, naked body. I felt like I was being watched, which made my pussy wet. Could junior be watching his Mommy? The thought of that turned me on so much that I decided to give him a show.

I bent over and patted my body with the towel. I poured lotion on my tits and rubbed it on my skin slowly pushing my tits together and circling the lotion on my nipples. I poured more of the lotion on my hands and rubbed it up and down my calves and my thighs. I rubbed the remainder of the lotion on my wide, round hips and stood naked in front of the mirror. From the corner of my eye I could see my son staring at me. My nipples hardened at the thought of turning him on. I wrapped a long white towel around my body and slowly walked out the bathroom door.

He was standing there with a huge bulge in his pants that made his Mommy even wetter between the legs. Acting surprised I said, Oh honey, you startled me.  I didn’t even know you were home. In a deep, manly voice he answered, Mommy, do you want me to give you a foot massage?. Sure baby. Come to Mommy’s room and do it. I have some special oil you can use. That will help me sleep better.