Sparticus... A mother's demise - Sex Stories

Sparticus... A mother's demise

... entered his mind… ever since he started to jerk his cock his mother’s tits had played a part in his fantasies. The aroused youth quickly removed his hand which was ‘adjusting’ his erection under his robe, when his mother returned with the drinks. The unsuspecting mother leaned forward to place the tray on the small table in front of the couch…the flash of white flesh immediately drawing the excited boy’s eyes to gaze upon the gaping dressing gown and the objects of so many of his fantasies. Unaware that her robe had parted showing a clear view of her swinging breasts, Helen removed each mug and carefully placed them on the coasters, which offered an unintentional lengthy unbridled display. Just as she was rising from the bent position her eyes noticed where her son’s stare was focused. Momentarily lost in the sensuality of the moment and her breasts being seen by someone other than her husband Helen held the pose far longer than a decent woman, never mind a mother, should have held. It was not until her son raised his eyes to meet hers that the reality struck home and she slowly stood upright and took her place on the sofa. Alan pressed play on the remote control. As mother and son slowly drank their drinks, their minds were not fully focused on the TV. The blushing woman was confused about her reaction to her son to looking down her robe and nightie. She felt embarrassed at the thought that her son had no doubt seen her pendulous breasts and engorged nipples… but along with ...

... her discomfiture she felt aroused… fully aware of her aching nipples and pulsating pussy. Alan of course felt no such turmoil. It was every teen’s dream… seeing a woman’s bare tits gently swaying and within easy reach if only he had the nerve. No doubt that when alone in his bedroom tonight there would be no such inhibition as he stroked his hard cock developing the latest scenario that had just occurred. Lost in their own thoughts whilst staring at the flickering images and sipping their hot drinks, they did not speak until half way through the next commercial break. Finally Alan plucked up the courage and with a tremble to his voice spoke the words that he had finally chosen from the many that he had been formulating in his mind for the last fifteen minutes, jogging Helen out of her thoughts ‘Slave or Domina?’ ‘What?’ Helen turned her head slightly to look at her son ‘Are you slave or Domina’ his voice slightly more assertive but still with a hint of nervousness ‘if you were there… in ancient Rome… slave or mistress?’ Slightly taken aback, there was a long pause whilst she ran the question through her mind. She knew she fantasized about being slave but should she even be discussing such personal thoughts with her 15 year old son? ‘Mistress would be safer but might be fun to be slave now and then.’ Rather nervously the mature mother decided that there is no real harm in answering the teen. ‘What about you… Do you prefer to be a Gladiator or Dominus’? Helen could not explain ...