He's my man now
Caroline Stanton
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CHAPTER 1
A BIRTHDAY PARTY
Peter gripped the edge of the crystal-clear pool, unable to tear his eyes away from his mother as she emerged in her bikini. Angela, a 39-year-old widow, radiated youth and vitality thanks to her genetics and dedication to exercise - she went for a jog every other day. Peter's friends often remarked on how attractive his mom was, even going so far as to give her the label of "MILF." He would playfully act offended, but deep down he knew they were right. Ever since he was a little boy, he had harbored a crush on his own mother that never seemed to fade. If anything, it only grew stronger with time.
Angela was an outdoorsy person and preferred to stay fit by running through the woods or tackling an obstacle course at a nearby park rather than confining herself to a gym. As a result, her body was toned and lean in all the right places. Peter would often join her on these runs, using it as an opportunity to admire her figure as she ran ahead of him or during their exercises together on the course.
Her dirty blond hair cascaded just past her shoulders, framing a set of perfect C cup breasts that accentuated her slim waist. She looked absolutely stunning in her bikini during the party and it wasn't just Peter who couldn't help but sneak glances at her throughout the day.
Family and friends had been invited to celebrate Peter's 16th birthday - the summer before his junior year of high school. Anyone paying attention would have caught several of his friends, as well as his father's friends, stealing glances at Angela whenever they thought no one was looking. Even her own brother couldn't resist admiring her beauty. Though he was married to an equally gorgeous woman, he still couldn't help but feel a lingering crush on Angela from when they were younger and first discovering members of the opposite sex.
Something sparked in Peter's mind that day and Angela began to notice a subtle change in her son. He had always been a sweet and loving boy, but recently he seemed to be even more affectionate towards her. His hugs lasted longer than usual, his kisses landing closer and closer to her mouth. As his mother, she didn't see anything wrong with this - it was natural for boys to have crushes on their mothers. What surprised her was that his crush hadn't faded away despite all the girls in revealing clothing at school who flirted with him.
But truth be told, she loved the extra attention from her son. After all, he was still her baby. At 6 feet tall, he towered over his late father's height of 5'10". She relished the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her - he had been working out for a few years now and she couldn't resist running her hands over his muscular body.
Angela didn't think much of the increased affection from her son. In fact, she secretly cherished their close relationship and that he still wanted to spend time with her. After all, he would always be her little boy.
THE START OF THE BEGINNING
On Aunt Jenn's 45th birthday, Peter and his mom, Angela, had taken his aunt out to celebrate. After too many drinks, Peter had to drive them home. After leaving Aunt Jenn at her home, they returned home. But as they arrived at their house, Angela stayed in the car for a moment instead of going inside. She was drunk and feeling affectionate.
"Come here, baby. Give mommy a hug," she slurred, reaching out for her son. Innocent enough, she just wanted a hug and kiss from her beloved child. But lately, Peter couldn't stop thinking about his mom's hot body. And ever since that party, he had been getting bolder with his hugs and kisses towards her. Her one-piece outfit clung to her curves, accentuating her breasts and slim waist while her short skirt showed off her shapely legs in high heels. It was a constant struggle for Peter to control his growing arousal around her.
That night, he misinterpreted his mother's request for a hug. He couldn't resist admiring her beauty all evening, his cock growing uncomfortably hard in his pants. When she came in for a hug, he couldn't help but let his hands wander down to her firm ass. She seemed to enjoy it at first until reality hit her and she pulled away, giving him a quick peck on the lips before retreating to her bedroom with a goodnight wish.
As she locked the door behind her, Angela was surprised by the rush of arousal she felt from her son's touch. Confused yet inexplicably turned on, she ended up using her vibrator for some much-needed release. She couldn't understand why she would feel aroused after being touched by her own son, but there was an undeniable need within her that craved to be satisfied.
For the next couple of weeks, Peter's behavior towards his mother became increasingly flirtatious and inappropriate. Angela couldn't believe what was happening with her own son. The first time he playfully slapped her on the ass was on a weekday when they were home alone.
"Peter, stop it. That's not appropriate," she reprimanded him, but deep down, she couldn't deny that it made her pulse quicken. After that day, he would find any opportunity to pat or squeeze her beautiful, tight round ass, and she found herself giggling instead of protesting.
"Honey!" she would exclaim with a mixture of amusement and arousal. Her body would respond to his touch despite her attempts to ignore it. She wasn't ready to admit to herself that her own son was turning her on.
Growing concerned, she confided in her sister, Jenn. When Angela told Jenn about Peter's behavior, she didn't seem as shocked or worried as Angela expected her to be.
"Sis, that's normal," Jenn reassured her with a nonchalant shrug. "You and I both know that some boys develop crushes on their mothers. Can you blame him? I mean, look at you. I don't blame him one bit. His mom is absolutely stunning with a great set of tits and a perfectly toned ass. I'm sure he thinks of you every time he jacks off.”
"Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that," Angela responded with an incredulous tone. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she chuckled nervously as Jenn simply smiled knowingly. Angela couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her for feeling flattered by her own son's attraction towards her. It was all so confusing and taboo.
A TRANSFORMATION OCCURS
After their conversation, a fire ignited within her. The thought of her own son being attracted to her sent a thrill through her body. She couldn't resist the temptation to dress sexier around the house, donning blouses that showed off her ample cleavage and tight tank tops that left little to the imagination. To torture him even more, she would go braless, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. And when she wanted to show off her toned legs, she would strut around in short shorts, relishing in the attention she knew she was getting from her son.
Jenn couldn’t ignore the change in her sister's appearance. "Angela, I can't help but notice how different you've been dressing lately. It's like you're trying to be...sexier? What's going on?"
Angela's face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't help myself,” she admitted. “Now that I know my own son finds me desirable." Since Jenn had told her that he was probably fantasizing about her while pleasuring himself, it gave Angela a sense of power and desire that she shamefully indulged in, often wearing old t-shirts as makeshift pajamas and purposefully positioning herself so that her panties were visible underneath. She knew it was wrong, but the thought of a young man - even if it was her own son - finding her desirable fueled her in ways she never imagined, especially considering all the beautiful girls he saw at school every day.
A REVELATION IS MADE
On a peaceful evening, Jenn and Angela sat in the comfort of Angela's living room, sipping on glasses of wine. Peter, Angela's son, had gone to study at a friend's house for an upcoming exam.
"So, how's your 'teasing Peter' campaign going?" Jenn asked with a playful smile.
Angela couldn't help but giggle in response. "Well," she began, "yesterday I caught him staring at me in the mirror while he adjusted his cock."
Jenn's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" She couldn't hold back her own giggle. "Did he actually grab himself?"
Angela nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. "Yes, he did. My own son was staring at me and touching himself before heading off to his room, most likely to masturbate."
A mischievous grin spread across Jenn's face. "Does that turn you on? Knowing that your son wants to fuck you?"
"Stop it!" Angela laughed, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Do you really think that's what he wants?"
Jenn nodded confidently. "Of course. How does that make you feel?"
Angela hesitated before answering honestly. "I don't know...but I can't deny that it excites me when I catch Peter checking me out."
Now it was Jenn's turn to pause and ponder deeply before finally deciding to share a secret she had never told anyone before. After taking a deep breath, she opened up to her younger sister.
“Angela, I'm going to share a story that I swore I never would, but maybe now is the perfect time.”
“Okay,” Angela said. “Is this a super-secret I can't share with anyone?”
“Yes.”
“Do I need to pinky swear?” she asked, holding out her right hand with her pinky pointing out. She was in a silly mood. She wouldn't admit it to herself that the giddiness she was feeling was from knowing that her son desired her and given the chance he would fuck her.
“This happened about ten years ago. Divorce had left me a single mother with a young boy.”
Angela nodded. Her nephew Chuck was already 26, working for an engineering firm in another city. He visited two or three times a year.
“When he was Peter's age, he too started noticing girls, in particular, me. But unlike Peter, his intentions were not innocent. He would touch me in inappropriate ways and I found it hard to tell him to stop.” Her voice trembled as she poured another glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
“One night, I couldn't take it anymore and went to his room. I asked him what was going on and before I knew it, I was offering to pleasure him. I told myself it was just a one-time thing and that nothing else could happen between us.”
Angela's eyes widened in shock. “You did that?”
Jenn nodded, her face flushed with shame. “It started small, with me just jerking him off. But soon enough, I was taking him in my mouth and swallowing his cum. We couldn't resist the temptation and ended up making love. That first time, we fucked all night long and into the next morning. He even learned how to properly eat me out.”
Angela took a deep breath, needing a drink to calm her nerves this time. “And then what happened?”
“We continued this secret affair for two years until he left for college. When he came back, everything went back to normal and we never spoke about it again.” Jenn's voice cracked as she finished her story and took another swig of wine. "I still remember that time fondly. Perhaps Peter is like Chuck, if you give him the chance, he would love to fuck his own mother.”
Angela sat there shocked by what her sister had just revealed, not sure how she felt about the incestuous relationship between Jenn and her son, but she realized her pussy was wet and she was feeling horny. The more she thought of Jenn and Chuck, the more she thought of her and Peter, and started wondering if she was capable of doing the same with him. Those thoughts were getting her even more excited.
The darkness of night became a blur as her vibrator worked tirelessly, thrusting in and out of her wetness with an urgency that matched the throbbing need in her core. She whispered Peter's name, imagining his thick member penetrating her deeply and igniting a fire within her. Her moans echoed through the house, reaching Peter's ears in his own chamber where he was already satisfying himself to the thought of her. As their desires reached a fever pitch, they both exploded in a synchronized climax, trembling and gasping in shared pleasure.
The change in her wardrobe around the house did not go unnoticed by Peter. It caused him to walk around the house with a perpetual boner seeing his mother dressed so sexy. He could not get enough of her big tits and her cleavage, plus her nice, round ass.
Angela relished the special attention she received from her son. She had never been one to flaunt her sexuality in her youth, so she was pleasantly surprised by the newfound confidence and excitement she felt as it emerged. Her wardrobe became a means of seduction, each outfit carefully chosen to accentuate her curves and provoke desire. From form-fitting shirts with tight leggings to tank tops that revealed her toned midriff and perky nipples, paired with snug shorts that emphasized her shapely rear, Angela reveled in the power of her body and its effect on her son. Every night, she would imagine Peter pleasuring himself while thinking of her in these alluring ensembles. She rationalized this behavior to herself, convincing herself that it was harmless fun and there was no harm in allowing his hands to wander over her body. After all, they were mother and son...right?