Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn - Sex Stories

Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn

... scoffed at her son's words, felling just a hint of jealousy. "At least you have that problem! I haven't been laid in months!" "That's because you never go out, Cindy! If you did, I'm sure you'd get laid in no time flat!" "How many times have I told you not to call me Cindy?! College grad or not, I am still your mother, and you will address me as your mother, young man! Do you understand?” "Yes ma'am," Ben came back sarcastically. He heard his mom call him a smart ass under her breath, and he chuckled. Ben loved the relationship that he had with his mother. They were both very open and honest with each other. They always have been, ever since his dad bailed on the two of them when he was two years old. His mom had fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which way you look at it, developed physically at a very young age, and much faster than she had developed mentally. She was, and still is very intelligent, but when you’re young, smarts are no match for raging hormones and an older guy that has taken interest. She gave birth to Ben, and became a single mom simultaneously at the age of 15. Thankfully for Cindy though, she had parents that loved her. They took care of her and Ben, and they made sure that neither wanted for anything. Cindy was even able to finish high school and go to college. She got her degree and became a successful therapist, which paid well; and since the money was so good, she was able to provide for her son and give him almost anything and everything ...

... he needed and wanted. Ben found his mother in the kitchen making herself a cup of coffee. "What are your plans for tonight," he asked her, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer. "I don't know. Maybe I'll open a bottle of wine and relax; maybe watch a dirty movie and have a little "me time," if you know what I mean." She winked at him. "You're such a perv mom," Ben said, unembarrassed by his mother's candidness. They were both adults, and as adults they were entitled to their urges and needs. A part of him wished that he could’ve watched, but he quickly disregarded the thought and chastised himself. "So are you! Plus it's not like you don't do it too! In fact, I bet that's what you were doing when I walked in the front door!" "I have no idea what you're talking about," Ben said, feigning offense. "Sure you don't!" Ben took a sip of his beer and watched his mother. Her back was too him, giving him a chance to ogle her plump ass. It looked damn good for being 35! Hell, all of her looked damn good for 35! Her toned calves, encased in tan stockings; small, shapely feet covered by sensible, tan heels that molded her legs into perfection. A light brown skirt came just above her knee, and her white blouse, while conservative, still graciously accentuated the curves of her 36C breasts. She caught him looking at her when she turned around. "Why don't you take a picture?! It'll last longer," she joked. "Would you really let me? I've got a camera right here," he said, pulling out his ...