This is My Freedom Day - Sex Stories

This is My Freedom Day

... smaller, so I decided to live with the plumpness. I like to have, as they say in the erotic literature, “Full swelling breasts.” They make the blokes turn round to have another look. So we come to one particular freedom day. It was a stinking hot day and I was, as I said, naked. I swear I wasn’t masturbating or anything like that at the time of the event. In fact, I had something boiling up on the stove, and was washing up some stuff in the sink. I thought I was safe from the outside world, when suddenly into the kitchen walked David. Well, when I say “suddenly”, I’m not really sure, because I didn’t actually know he was there until I heard him say, “Mum!” But it was sudden as far as I was concerned, if you see what I mean. At work he wore black trousers, white shirt and black tie that the company supplied. In the hot weather he has a habit of getting round the house stripped to the waist. He must have taken off his tie and started to remove his shirt as soon as he got through the front door – to which he had a key, of course. He stood like he was paralysed, staring at me with his shirt half off. I think I was as numb as he was. He had never seen me naked before as far as I knew, so there we were, just looking at each other, and I saw his eyes roaming all over my body. It was the only thing about him that moved for a full minute. I tried to speak, but couldn’t manage it, and my eyes, like his, were active. I could see a growing bulge in his groin. I didn’t need to be a ...

... genius to know what that meant; neither did I have to be clever to know what wetness in my crotch meant. We were getting stirred up about each other. I don’t know what he saw in his forty-year-old mother, but by God, I know what I was seeing in him; a very sexy, virile young fellow who had got is share of girls at high school, and whom his father called an “over sexed young bugger.” I think he must have got his sex drive genes or whatever they are, from me, because it certainly wasn’t from droopy cock Grant. So, there we were a couple of sex hungry human beings, mother and son certainly, but even more certainly, a man and a woman all worked up over each other. David was the first to come unstuck. He came across to me finishing taking off and dropping his shirt as he came. He put his arms round me and pulled me close. My breasts were pressing into his bare chest, and he kissed me. It was a full on kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth as if it would reach down my throat. I pushed against him and began to swivel my hips, grinding against his belly and groin. He started to work with me, and he was sort of groaning out, “Mum, oh mum…” Well, it wasn’t going to stop there, was it? When a man and a woman have got worked up to the pitch we were at, there’s only one way to go. I’m not sure who made the move, but David dropped his trousers and got out of them, and I found myself lying face down on the kitchen table with my feet spread on the floor, and David’s rod with its crown, searching ...