Home Remedy This event took place about a year ago. I was 41, had been divorced for over 10 years and was living alone. I dated occasionally, but was not seeing anyone at the time. It's not that I'm not attractive. Men hit on me often, but I was not interested in a relationship then. I still kept myself in shape with frequent exercise at the health club. My weight at 130 lbs. was not bad since my height is 5'7", but this is San Diego and looking good is important. I have chestnut brown hair down past my shoulders, a cute face and green eyes, which I consider to be my best feature. Men tend to notice my bust first, since my measurements are 46-29-35. That's what started the trouble. - * - * - * - Let me explain something first. My teenage years were spent uninhibitedly flirting. I spent two years in college becoming a dental assistant. My bust distracts male patients easily. I got married at 20 and we had one son, Ricky, a few years later. When he reached puberty, his father caught him masturbating and punished him. I told my husband that I disagreed, and privately told Rick that it was natural for children to discover this, but to keep it to himself behind closed doors in his room and to try to keep it down to three times a week. Years later, I found out that my husband was having an affair and we agreed to divorce leaving Ricky to take a few weeks to decide who he would live with. My husband immediately moved out and Ricky stayed with me during that time. One night, I was sitting in my bedroom brushing my hair preparing for bed. My son and I had been to a school dinner. I was preparing to take off jewelry when I heard Ricky crying. I had left the door open and his room was across the hall. My negligee was flimsy, it had a lacy top cut low to my navel with strings to tie it across my bust and the pants were knickers cut below the knee, so I donned a chiffon robe and a pair of high heels. I went to his room. "Darling, what's the matter?", I asked sitting beside him on his bed. "I-i-it's m-m-my fault," he sobbed. "What is?" I asked. "You and daddy breaking up." His face was full of tears and my heart was in my throat. "Of course not, dear. These things happen. You know we both love you. We just can't live together anymore." I explained how these things happen and pulled his head to my bosom until he calmed down enough to lie down. "Thankyou, mom" he said as I got up. "You are so beautiful." He smiled as I turned out the light. Then I returned to my room, closing the door, but leaving it ajar in case my son became upset during the night. I took off my robe and sat at my cosmetic table wondering what to do as I removed my bracelets, then untied the top of my negligee preparing to take off my pearly necklace. My breasts were free since I had removed my underwear when I changed. They still looked firm, I noticed gratefully, and the tan lines across the tops contrasted the milky smoothness of each globe capped by saucer-sized halos surrounding each nipple. Noticing in the mirror that I had forgotten my earrings, I reached up to remove them and started reminiscing about the evening when the door opened and I turned to see Ricky staring at me. His face was bright red. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yes, s-s-sorry, I didn't know you were undressing," he replied softly. With a jolt, I looked down and realized that here I was sitting topless, in negligee and heels with jewelry on like some boudoir madam. "Oh," I said brilliantly standing up and trying to quickly locate the ties to my front, unsuccessfully leaning forward to catch them hanging, nearly losing my balance, falling over in my heels, throwing my arms out to steady myself, then marching to the bed to gather my robe to my chest, all the while feeling my breasts bouncing around in plain sight. "No problem," I sat on the bed breathless and tried to regain my composure. "What's the matter, hon?" Still blushing, Ricky's eyes pulled themselves up to mine. "I, I, I", he turned to leave and I saw his PJ's tented in front of his groin. Now, I'd gone and done it. As if he hadn't enough to think about already. "Ricky, wait a minute." He turned back to me with his head down. "I know you are a little excited by seeing mommy, but it's okay. Those feelings are natural. You'll understand in a few years." "I was going to ask if it's okay to go with Daddy. He promised to coach me for the sports teams." "Yes, honey, if that's what you want." I felt my eyes begin to water. "Okay," he said and dropped his head again then turned and walked out. I heard him get into bed, and I got up to shut the door being careful to keep the robe close. As the door closed, I heard the creaking of bedsprings from his room and sighed. As it turned out, my husband soon remarried, so Ricky was part of a family at least. I saw him frequently for a few years, then his high school schedule and athletic programs kept us out of touch, except for leters, for quite a while. That is until the event that I started to tell you about. - * - * - * - A year ago, Ricky told me that he was failing his freshman year in college and was in danger of losing his sports scholarship. He had moved out of his father's home to live at school and wanted to take some time off to decide what to do. I suggested that he could come visit me for a while. When he arrived, I was amazed by his physique. We talked and I teased him about turning into such a "hunk". He grew quiet, so I asked what was wrong. He said his girlfried had dumped him for showed me a picture of her. She looked remarkably like I did in my youth. I told him so. He said that she did remind him a little of me except "in the chest department". I swatted him playfully and asked why she left. He grew sullen again and said that he had developed problems in bed and was having trouble performing. "I'm only telling you this. Don't mention it to anyone. Especially not Dad." I sympathized with him a bit and asked if he had seen a doctor. "It's not physical," he replied. "It was something that I did." I stayed with it until he told me the whole story. One night in bed, he called her "mom" by accident, and she teased him about it ever since until it bothered him so much he couldn't "get it up" anymore unless he jerked off. I let the subject drop and we ate dinner then watched a video and retired. He took his old room. When his door shut, I went to the bathroom. I returned to my room, realized that I had forgotten to do the laundry that day, so I dug up an old negligee out of my dresser and put it on. I had put on the top without tying it and had just pulled on the knickered bottoms when my door opened. I gasped and fell backwards into a chair sending my legs sprawling wide. Looking up, I saw Ricky staring at me. I was a site, all spread out, my boobs dangling to each side and legs wide open. It was an awkward moment. Then he started to laugh. "Not again! At least you're not in high heels" I got his meaning and couldn't help laughing, too, starting to sit up when I heard a rrrrrip! I looked down to see the crotch of my negligee split wide open to the waist and my furry privates were complete exposed. "Aaaa", I squealed, quickly putting my hand over it. I looked up to see my son smiling like the proverbial cat. Scrambling to turn around, I managed to straighten one leg to the floor and turned to put one hand on the arm of the chair, my other knee on the cushion and my free hand on the back to stand, when the waistband of my pants gave out and they fell to my ankles leaving me bare-bottomed. A snort rose from behind me and I turned my head to see my son wide-eyed looking at my nude fanny. "Tanning in a thong these days?" he guffawed, his shoulders rocking in laughter, an obvious erection protruding his fly. "I give up", I said putting both knees on the chair and placing an elbow on the back so I could rest my head on my hand. My son walked from side to side surveying me. "Getting an eyeful?" I said sardonically. He really was. My breasts were hanging out below me and, even though I crossed my feet at the ankles, all of my thighs and tush were on exhibit. I couldn't believe that he was letting me be embarrassed like this, so to get even, I stood up, shucked my top, rubbed my nipples, and lay on the bed, putting my hands under my thighs lifting my feet straight up. "What, you think I look like your girlfriend ready for a quickie?" I snickered. His shoulders and face deflated like a punctured baloon as did other parts. I suddenly realized what I had just said. He had trusted me with a painful secret and I did this. His confidence was already injured and I hit him where it hurt the most. "Oh baby, I'm sorry," I said sitting up quickly. He turned to go, His fly no longer bulged. "Okay, okay. Ricky, hon, wait a minute. It's okay. I didn't mean that." I rushed to him and hugged him. "I love you, you know that. It was an accident just like before. It's not anybody's fault. Sit down a minute." I led him to the chair and eased him into it, then sat back on the bed pulling the covers around me. "I'm okay," he said weakly. "I was just embarrassed," I said. "You had an erection looking at me." "I did?", he asked, beginning to blush. He looked at his fly and said "No way." "Honey, trust me," I said letting the blankets fall. "You looked between my legs," I spread my knees a bit and stood up watching his groin for any response. Nothing. Lifting a foot to the bed, I said "before I touched myself" and crossed my forearms on my belly and put my hands on either side of my mound. He showed a slight tremor, but no more. I turned and added "then you saw my toushie", and reached back cupping my cheeks in my fingers and leaning over slightly, "and everything back there." I looked back to see his hardon had returned. "See?" I pointed back at his groin. He looked down. "Whoa!" he exclaimed with a guilty look on his face. "It's okay, baby. You're okay. See? And you didn't have to touch it." He squirmed in the chair. "Yeah, if it would only work with a girl." His face dropped again. I turned back around and kneeled in front of him. Unbuckling his pants, I undid his zipper and put my hand in around the hot flesh. It was red and pulsing. I couldn't help but notice that he was bigger and thicker than his father. "We'll see. Stand up," I instructed. He got to his feet. I straightened up and backed to the bed pulling his phallus with me. I sat on the bed and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed my lips. It was a full, wet, passionate kiss. We were both hungry for eachother. I put my arms around his neck and felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me back. Our tongues danced rapidly. My nipples jumped as his other hand caressed me there. I felt the heat of his body before it rested atop me. Something was pushing my lips open down there. "Uhmmmm," I sighed feeling the pleasure from my clit spread down to my toes and up to my head. "Uhmmm, Ricky," I thought. Ricky? That's my son. Wait... Realizing what was about to happen, I pushed him up. "Hold on, mister, " I warned. "What? What's the matter?" he asked pushing himself back from me. "Honey, we can't do that. It's not right. You're a healthy boy and all, but we can't. I'm your mother." "But, mom. You said..." he pleaded. "I know, honey. It's just that. Here." I took his hard penis in my hand and started to jack it off. "Slow down. Your mommy is built for comfort, not for speed, as they say." "Ohhhh," he groaned. "I can do that." He was right. This wouldn't accomplish anything. I sat up all the way and pulled his prick to my lips, licking it up and down. "Ohhhh, yessss, ohhhh mommmm. Unnnnhhhh." When it began to swell in my mouth, I pulled it out and let go. "Whaa??" he looked shocked. A long string of pre-cum and saliva hung from my chin to his boner. Yeah, what a prick-tease, I thought. Your mom is up there with the best. I sat up straight and, with my fingers, pinched my nipples, pulling them out in front so my tits stretched and then let go, setting my melons bouncing up a storm. His cock twitched in front of me. I brought my hands up under each of my double-d's and hefted them high, then banged them together several times so they shook like jello. I looked demurely up into his eyes. Knockers here boy. See the signs? Get the message? Ricky moaned, his slick woody lunging into my cleavage. I squeezed my tit flesh around him as he pumped himself like a jack-hammer. Only he wasn't pumping himself, he was having sex with a women. He could do it fine. He was gonna come. What about me? I hugged my arms to my chest to hold my titties in place and dug my fingers into my cunny. It only took a few frigs and I was off. "AaaiiieeeeEEEEE", I moaned as my climax began. "Unh-unh-unh-unh-unnnnnhhhhh", he replied, his semen spurting up to my chin and cheeks, splattering the top of my boobs. Hot and wet. I flicked my tongue out to catch it and swabbed the head of his dick every time it rose. Finally, his pace slowed and he collapsed to sit on the bed beside me. I put my hand on his cheek. He sniffed and turned his face to lick my fingers clean. I smiled, my pussy automatically tingling. Persistent to the last, this one. He'll be okay. He looked at me and our lips met again. We fell back on the bed kissing and contented and we must've dozed off, because the next thing I knew it was morning. We had woken up at the same time in eachother's arms. Ricky made me breakfast and we joked about the whole event. I promised to get rid of that old nighty. Rick promised to knock. My sides hurt remembering how much we laughed. Anyway, his trip finished, he returned to school and his grades returned to normal. I got a picture of his new girlfriend. She's a blonde! Not like me at all, except "in the chest department". I'm seeing someone now. He told me that one of his fantasy's is to call me "mommy" when we're in bed. I told him that I could handle that.