I have always been a very liberal mother. My son and I have always roamed the house in our underwear. I don’t close the bedroom or bathroom doors when I’m going to the bathroom or dressing or showering. It’s just not how I was raised. He’s seen me naked many times and I’ve seen him as well.
I’m in my early thirties and he is teen. I never thought that a young boy at that stage of his life was so curious, so sexual. I literally thought boys that age had a wet dream and then began masterbating eventually finding a girlfriend and then viola, welcome to the world of sex. I had no idea that my liberal ways might have a profound effect on my son.
His name is Michael. He and I have been sleeping in the same bed on and off since he was born. The last year or two, he just seemed to crawl in whenever he felt like it, but it wasn’t every night and it was truly innocent. Just a boy under the same covers as his mom. Until last week, that is.
I sleep with no bra, a waist high tee shirt and panties. He sleeps in his underwear and nothing more. Well, last week, I woke up in the middle of the night to find him cuddled up on his side right next to me while I lay on my back and he was rubbing his hand over my satin panties. I had my legs together so there was no way he could do anything to me, but rub me with his hand. I admit I was shocked, but I didn’t let him know that I was awake. I just lay there and let him continue to rub my panties. That’s as far as it went. When I woke, I had to move his hand so I could get out of bed. I never said anything to him. I just figured it would pass.
I did however tell my closest girlfriend Sara what happened.
“What did you do?” She asked.
“I just layed there,” I replied.
“You should have opened your legs to see what he’d do.”
“Sara!”
“What? Don’t be such a prude! It’s your son and he’s trying to learn about girls. Its innocent,” she said.
I never thought about it like that. Sara always had a way of making me see things through different glasses.
“Do you want me to come over and babysit?” she joked.
“Uh, no thanks!” I replied, laughing.
As bedtime came around the next night, I couldn’t help but think of what Sara had said. Michael was hitting puberty and trying to learn about girls. I changed my satin panties to sheer and lace, low rise bikinis and crawled into bed. I lay there for more than an hour when I heard the door creak open.
Michael crawled in like he had so many times before. I lay still like I was sleeping. I then felt his hand on my tummy. My heart was racing. How far would he go? He moved his hand on to my panties. I felt the blood rush to my pussy lips. They were swelling up and my juices were beginning to flow. I kept thinking about Sara’s words. I then moved my right knee out and up toward my shoulder. I was completely exposed. Michael slid his hand right on top of my lips and pressed his finger between them. Even though he was on the outside of my panties, I was ready to cum. It was so taboo, but it was so hot. His finger pressed harder. He rested it there for a few minutes, then he moved his hand completely and slipped it under my panties. He was going to try to finger me, but he wasn’t prepared for my tight panties and my thick, wild bush. He couldn’t get his hand very far inside my panties. It could have ended there if I had let it. But I was turned on and Sara’s words were circling in my head.
I then brought my ass up off the mattress and slid my panties off.
“It’s ok Michael. Don’t stop,” I encouraged him. “You just have to spread my bush to get to my slit.”
Michael put his hand on my bush and began to fumble around. I wanted to help him, guide him, but I figured it best to let him learn on his own.
It took him a few minutes, but he did find my slit. He then slid one finger inside me and then two and then three. He pushed them in as far as he could. I spread my legs wide for him. I could hear my juices as he furiously fingered me. Instinctively, my hand slid to his crotch. He wasn’t very big, but he was rock hard. I slipped my hand inside his underwear.
“This is our secret, Michael,” I whispered.
We fondled each other like two crazy teens playing for the first time until I heard him grunt. I then felt his warm cum on my hand and arm. We layed there for a few minutes and then I got up to go wash. Michael just layed there.
In the bathroom, I turned on the faucet, but before I put my hand under the water, I caught a whiff of the sweet cum he had shot on me. I looked in the mirror and smiled a devious smile. I then licked the cum off my fingers and my arm. It tasted so sweet, so innocent. I felt like a perverted mom, but Sara was right. I am his mom and he needs someone to teach him.
I went back to the bedroom where Michael was sound asleep. I crawled in, this time without my panties. If he woke, he could do whatever he wanted to me. My pussy was his.