Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... what was in my son’s pajamas. As I reached the doorway, I looked back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I pushed his door all the way open. Then I smiled, “I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” I told him like a silly little high school girl. I turned and left for the laundry room. I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing the whole way to the laundry room. “I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” echoed in my head. I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I told myself I must be dreaming as I threw the clothes in the machine. I set the dial to ‘Wash’ and braced myself against the washer as if filled with water. I may or may not have put laundry detergent in with the clothes. I had other things on my mind. I tried to get a grip on the whole situation. It might have helped to have a few more brain cells on the job. “Is he really going to be jerking off if I go back up there?” I asked myself. “Is he actually going to let me watch? — I shouldn’t go back —Does he actually want me to come back? — I know he does… …I heard him when he was jerking off. He was thinking about ME…about me doing it to him. The thought made me warm all over. It was amazing. I was literally trembling. The last time I felt like that, I was in Billy Stevens’ basement after school and he was trying to get me to touch his little dick. I told him I couldn’t because I was allergic. I was actually afraid to go back to my son’s room. I was determined to do the right thing, the moral thing, but I found ...

... myself climbing the steps and walking down the hallway before I knew it. As I approached his doorway, I stopped. I was breathing sporadically; little, shallow breaths. I was shaky too, unsteady on my feet and yet, at the same time, I was having a hard time fighting off those goddamned giggles. I thought about when Brian’s father used to jerk-off for me. I thought about the times I watched my b*****r doing it. I kept thinking, wondering, about how everything might change if I were to step through that doorway. “You shouldn’t do this… …You’re his Mom…” I told myself but it did nothing to curb the excitement I was feeling about what I might see when I turned the corner. I could feel my body reacting. I could feel the material of my sports bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples. I inadvertently reached up with my hand and slid my fingertip over one of them. It was hard and clearly visible against the thin material. There was a feeling between my legs that I wasn’t used to. A feeling I thought Jimmy had taken with him. “Is this really happening?” I whispered out loud. “Is this what it’s finally boiled down to?” I fully expected to wake up in my bed at any moment to find that this was just another dream. I lingered just outside his room, biting my fingernail, trying not to feel the way I felt, listening. Then I heard a soft moan. A wave of… …of… …lust… …rolled through me. I actually felt it between my legs. “You shouldn’t do this.” I thought to myself and at the same time, a wicked ...