How Self-Quarantine Got Me Mom (closed)

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While I was ecstatic to find out that the rest of a tough spring semester at college would be canceled due to the virus, I was sad that I pretty much couldn't leave the house for a couple of weeks.

With no sports on TV, I was pretty much left to spend my day playing video games or in front of my laptop, just wasting the hours away until we were given the all-clear. Not that I minded that, but I could see how things could turn boring quickly with no social interaction.

At least I wasn't living alone -- it was just my parents and me. I had great relationships with both of them, so I could talk to them about whatever came to mind.

One afternoon, I found myself sitting on the couch, watching the latest news conference regarding the virus. I hoped that there'd be some light at the end of the tunnel, but deep down, I had a feeling there would be no good news coming out of it.

 

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I lay in bed, cocooned in a fluffy comforter and the thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets that I splurged on just before the virus shut everything down. My husband still hasn’t seen the credit card bill, he won’t be happy with how much I spent. But, if I am going to be locked away in a house for who knows how long, you better believe I am going to want as many creature comforts as I can get.

Beside me, my husband snores away, completely oblivious to the sun streaming in through the windows. It’s after nine o’clock and I should consider getting out of bed, and logging into work. The conference call I have in half an hour does not sound very appealing at the moment.

With a sigh, I look over at my husband. He looks so peaceful, so content in sleep. I used to relish these mornings of sleeping in, waking him with a blow job or a hazy, half-asleep quickie. But lately, I don’t know why, the spark is gone. I have no desire to touch him, to feel him inside of me. To feel his weight pressing against me.

My phone buzzes on the bedside table and I pick it up. I scroll through the stream of text messages that is sending my phone into a vibrating frenzy. They’re all work related. With a groan, I pull myself out of bed, throw my lilac silk dressing gown over my pajamas and tiptoe out of the room.

The house is quiet, I’m sure Josh, my son, is still asleep. Or he’s tucked away in his room playing video games as he’s done since coming home for the quarantine. Honestly, how can anyone spend that much time on video games?

I head to the kitchen, prep the coffee pot and start up my work computer while I wait for the coffee to brew. As I sit there I hear voices in the living room. Josh is up and, from the sounds I hear, watching the news. The coffee pot beeps and I pour two mugs and head into the living room.

“Morning, sweetie.” I say, entering the room and handing him a mug. “Anything new happening out there?”

 

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As I sit on the couch in my T-shirt and sweatpants, I'm going through my phone. I send out a few texts (that were not virus-related, thankfully) while listening to the TV, which was serving as background noise more than anything.

I hear the footsteps shuffling in the kitchen, and then they get louder as Mom walks into the room. Accepting the mug, I offer a small smile.

"Morning, Mom. Of course not. Looks like another lazy day," I reply. There's a hint of disappointment in my voice, but hey -- at least it's not schoolwork. I look over at her.

"Are you working today? Sure don't look the part if you are," I tease before taking a couple of sips of coffee. "Dad still sleeping?"

 

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"Are you working today? Sure don't look the part if you are. Dad still sleeping?"

I playfully punch Josh in the arm. "The benefits of working from home." I say, gesturing to my pajamas. "I've got a conference call in a couple minutes, thank God it's not a video call." I run a hand through my sleep-touseled hair. "And yes, your dad is still asleep. Though how he can still be sleeping is beyond me." I roll my eyes and sip my coffee.

I give Josh's shoulder a squeeze, "Alright, I will be in my office if you need me. And by office I mean kitchen." I shuffle back into the kitchen and turn on my laptop.

This quarantine was starting to drive me a little crazy. Working from home had had its perks in the beginning, but after a week of it I was ready to get back into the office and around people other than my husband and son. Sure, it was nice to get to spend time with the two of them. But Derrick and I had hit a rut and, though I love him, I don't exactly want to spend 24/7 with him. Especially since being cooped up has made him want fuck more often. And I'm just not up for that anymore.

Don't get me wrong, I love sex and getting fucked as much as the next woman. But there was no more spark with Derrick. No more wanting to rip his clothes off with my teeth. No more desire to have his hands all over me, or mine all over him. He wants plain old vanilla sex. Me, I crave the wildness of our youth. The sneaking off to fuck in the backseat of a car. Jerking him off under the table while at dinner with our parents. Sucking his cock in the restroom of a busy restaurant or in the back of a movie theater. Where is the adventure?

With a sigh I put in my headphones and log into my call. Who knows, maybe this quarantine will bring back the spark. Maybe we can find a way to reconnect with our old selves.

 

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I feign being hurt by Mom's punch in the arm and laugh it off, rubbing the spot where she hit me. I watch her head into the kitchen and dial into her conference call before turning back to watch TV.

Once the conference is over, I get up and stretch, then head into the kitchen to rinse out my empty mug. After putting it into the dishwasher, I pull up a seat at the kitchen table and listen to her conduct her call while I play around on my phone, just killing some more time before I decide to fire up a video game.

 

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At some point during my phone call, Josh comes to sit at the table and fiddle on his phone and Derrick wanders down to get a cup of coffee for himself before wandering off to the den to get his own work done.

An hour later I am logged off the call. I reach up, stretching out my back. Oh god that feels good. I check my schedule and note when my next call is and what is on the agenda for the day. Thankfully it is a light day and I decide to take advantage of it.

"I'm gonna go for a run," I say to Josh, standing up and stretching my arms behind me. "Wanna come?"

 

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After bumming around the kitchen table for a bit, Dad comes downstairs. I wish him good morning and make a bit of quiet small talk before he heads off to do his own work.

I retreat to the living room and lay across the couch when Mom comes back in, asking me to go for a run.

"Sure, why not? Just make sure you stay six feet apart," I tease while standing up. I'm pretty much ready to go, while I figure Mom will have to change, so I decide to stretch my legs out a bit in the meantime -- it had been a few days since I had gotten any exercise in.

 

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As the weather is finally shifting into spring and the sun is out, I change into a pair of tight black leggings and a black and white sports bra. I pull my unwashed hair into a high ponytail (when was the last time I washed it? I honestly can't remember) and lace up my white sneakers.

I survey myself in the full length mirror hanging from the back of my door. Maybe it's conceited to say, but I look pretty damn good. I may be in my 40s, but I've kept pretty well in shape. Sure I have a bit of the "mom body," who doesn't after having a kid? But i've worked hard to keep myself feeling fit and healthy.

I jog down the stairs and meet Josh in the front yard where he's already started stretching.

"Give your old mom a chance to get warmed up and we're set to go." I say with a smile as I pull one leg up behind me, stretching out my muscles and getting loose.

 

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While I'm stretching outside and taking in a beautiful spring morning, I hear the door shut and Mom's footsteps as she walks outside. I give her a smile, but my eyes linger on her probably a second longer than they should.

It's no secret that my mom is an attractive woman, and my friends have no problem reminding me at every opportunity. But as she begins to stretch, I can see why I get harassed.

Sure, she's in her 40s, but she still has a great body that she takes great care of. And the way those leggings mold to her ass and legs?

If I think about it too long, it's going to be impossible for me to run, so I push it out of my head and try to think of -- well, anything that isn't her.

"Ready whenever you are," I say as I finish my stretches and jog a bit in place.

 

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We start off at an easy pace. I haven't gone for a run in awhile and I can feel my muscles burn as I settle into my stride. Beside me, Josh keeps pace. For awhile it's just the sound of our feet on the pavement. We've always had a good, easy relationship Josh and I. He's never been afraid to come to me with problems and we've had open communication since he was young. Never once was he the boy embarrassed to be seen with his mom.

After awhile, I finally feel I've hit my stride. My body easing into the run, my muscles warm and my breathing in steady rhythm. We've started an easy conversation, mostly talk about how school had been going before Josh got sent home and how my work is going.

"Whatever happened with that girl you were seeing, what was her name again? I haven't heard you talk about her lately." I ask as we loop around the empty neighborhood park.

 

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It doesn't take me long to get back into good form as I run beside Mom. We catch up on things, but with the lack of any real news because we can't go anywhere, she finds the perfect time to ask me about my 'love life.'

"Katie?" I ask, although there's really no one else that she would be referencing. "Eh, it's kind of faded. I don't know if I'm into her as much as I thought I was. And the time away sure isn't helping things either," I confess.

"That's OK though. It's not like she's the only girl on campus."

 

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"Oh that's a shame." I say as Josh tells me about his latest girlfriend. "You're right though, there are plenty of other girls out there. Besides, a boy that looks like you won't be single for too long." I flash him a teasing grin.

"I'm sure once you're back at school you'll find another girl in no time. Just don't tie yourself down too quickly. Trust me, live a little. Sleep around if you want. Sow those 'wild oats' of yours." I chuckle. He's probably shocked to hear his old mom saying such things, but I don't want my son to have the same regrets that I do.

I slow my pace as we reach a shaded area near the creek that runs through our development.

"Having a solid relationship is all well and good, but take your time. You're young yet. I wish I hadn't jumped into something so serious when I was your age. Don't get me wrong, I love your dad, but sometimes I wish that I had had other experiences." I don't know why I'm telling him all this. Why I feel the need to unburden myself on my son. But we've never had a normal mother/son relationship. Ours has always been a close one with open and honest communication.

I come to a stop near a tree, leaning one hand against the solid trunk. "You keep going, I'm gonna catch my breath real quick. Your old mom is just a bit out of shape." I smile at him.

 

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It is a bit odd to hear my mom encouraging me to "sow my wild oats," but the only reason it isn't blowing my mind is because we talk pretty openly about a lot of things.

And that's when she begins to speak about her relationship with Dad. I guess I can't blame her at all for feeling like she missed out on other experiences, although if she didn't, then I'm probably not standing before her while she leans against a tree to catch her breath. Her little talk gives me a lot to think about when it comes to relationships -- how do I know when it's right?

"Psh. Why would I run out here with you, then ditch you? You take your time and I'll run with you when you're ready," I reply, smiling back at Mom while I lightly jog in place.

"Are you going back to work when we get home?"

 

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The rest of our run was relatively quiet and easy, the two of us running in a comfortable silence broken up by random bits of conversation.

I need to get back to work, but when we get back to the house the need to shower is strong as I am currently covered in sweat. I give Josh a quick kiss on the cheek, thanking him for being my running partner, before I head up to my room.

I close the door behind me and strip off my running clothes, leaving them in a pile on the bedroom floor. Pulling my hair out of its ratty ponytail, I glance at my reflection in the mirror and pause. Maybe it's just my imagination and the fact that I realize I didn't close the door completely, but I could swear I saw someone else's reflection in that mirror, watching me. Someone who looked an awful lot like my son. I glance behind me towards the bedroom door. Nobody is there. I'm obviously just being silly.

With a shake of my head I walk to the master bathroom and turn the shower on hot. As steam fills the room, I step into the massive walk in shower. Grabbing my loofah, I load it up with my favorite pomegranate body wash and start to run it over my body. The loofah brushes against my nipples as I wash my breasts, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through my body. Biting my lip, I repeat the motion, watching my nipple harden. I close my eyes and run the loofah down my body, picturing hands moving over my skin. Dropping the loofah, I move my hand between my legs, a finger teasing my clit.

"Ooh that feels nice." I whisper, imagining a hard body behind me, supporting me as my knees go weak as a strong finger makes its way into my wet pussy. "Fuck." I whimper, biting my lip as the finger moves in and out of my pussy.

I'm nearly to the brink of orgasm when my imaginary lover moves in front of me, thumb pressing my clit and two fingers working my hungry pussy. It's only then that I realize the lover I've conjured has my son's face.

"Oh fuck." I say, my eyes flying open as I come hard.

 

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After Mom and I finish up our jog, she heads up to her bathroom to take a shower, and I head up to do the same in mine.

As the warm water cascades down my frame, I let my mind wander, and it eventually settles on the brief conversation I had with her about women and sowing my wild oats.

Seconds later -- and I have no idea why -- I start to think about Mom and the way she looked in her tight running outfit. I can hear my friends' comments about her replaying back in my head, and soon enough, my fingers are around my cock and I'm stroking myself in the shower.

I start to think about how it'd feel to have her trace her fingers on my body...her breath on my neck...her body under mine. My hand works faster, and the stroking noises get slightly louder under the running water.

Finally, a warmth runs through me as I begin to cum into my hand underneath the water. I shudder a bit and my eyes roll back, and I'm panting ever so slightly. There's just an inkling of shame as I come back to reality and finish up my shower -- I just jerked off thinking about my own mother. Is there something wrong with me?

I clean myself off and shut the water off, then get dressed again, opting for simply another T-shirt and pants. I head downstairs and to the kitchen, looking to grab something to eat before I retreat to my room for a few hours of gaming or so.

 

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I cannot believe I just had an orgasm thinking about my son fingering me. My body is still tingling from the sensation, my pussy still wet, and my mind will not release the image of Josh fingering me to orgasm.

Oh god I need to get a grip. I shake my head as I finish getting dressed. I took the time to blow dry and style my hair, hoping that the familiar routine would put me back to some normal mindset. No luck. Now, as I slide into a black romper, I can't help but wonder if why I'm bothering to dress. I've lived the past few weeks in loungewear, so why get dressed today? I try to tell myself that I simply want some semblance of normalcy. But I know that's not the case. The shorts of my romper show off the tan of my legs (freshly shaved for the first time in weeks) and the neckline dips a little lower than is necessary. I try to tell myself it's for no reason, but a part of me knows exactly why I am putting this effort into my appearance today of all days.

Finally, dressed and clean, I head downstairs. Walking into my makeshift office - aka the kitchen - I spot Josh getting something to eat. I can feel my face flush as I brush a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly an embarrassed school girl with a crush.

Oh god, do I really have the hots for my own son?

I boot up my laptop and log into my email. I say a quick hi to Josh, but I feel it best to ignore him, lest my imagination take over again and I have more improper thoughts. I do my best, honestly I do, but I feel my eyes moving back to him over and over again as he putters about.

As I write an email, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that it is lunchtime and I never did eat breakfast.

"Hey, kiddo, do we have any of the takeout from last night left in there?" I ask, glancing up at Josh. I try not to notice the way his hair is still damp from his own shower. Because if I notice that, then I will think of him in the shower. Naked. His hands on my body. Oh god this needs to stop.

 

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As I rummage through the refrigerator, I hear Mom padding into the kitchen and retaking her seat at her makeshift desk, the kitchen table. I spot the leftovers from last night and pull out the individually wrapped plates.

"Yep! Want me to heat yours up?" I ask, turning to look over my shoulder at her.

And as my eyes fall onto her, I can't help but notice how much leg she's showing, thanks to the black romper she has on. There's even a hint of cleavage at the top, which doesn't do anything to make me forget about my jerkoff session in the shower.

For a brief moment, I think about those tanned legs resting on my shoulders as I...

Fuck, I need to stop.

 

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"Yes, please," I say, "cold Chinese food is gross." I try not to focus on Josh's ass as he bends to get the leftovers from the fridge. But god is it hard not to stare. As I pretend to focus on my work, while secretly checking out my son (I'm going to burn in hell for this), Derrick wanders into the kitchen.

"Where did you two wander off to earlier?" He asks, leaning in and placing a kiss on my cheek. His hands run up and down my arms, slipping under the spaghetti straps of my romper as he kisses my neck. I try not to stiffen under his touch. Guilt and annoyance twisting and fighting in my stomach.

"Just went for a quick run." I say, "Needed to get out and get some fresh air."

My husband smiles down at me, rubbing my shoulders. He bends to kiss just below my ear, his teeth tugging my earlobe.

"You smell good and you look even better." He whispers in my ear, "What I wouldn't give to have you bent over this table right now."

The way he nibbles my earlobe, his breath whispering against my skin, it used to drive me nuts. I used to get wet from this. But right now, all I can think about is being bent over the table with Josh...

I shake my head and move away slightly from Derrick. "Not now, honey, I have to work."

I bite my lip, I need to get rid of these terrible thoughts before I do something I'll regret.

Josh sets the plate he heated up for me on the table and I smile at him gratefully as Derrick moves to make his own plate then takes it back to his office.

"Pull up a chair, kiddo, keep your mom company for a bit while I work." I tell Josh after my husband leaves.

 

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I hear Dad come into the kitchen. I turn around in time to see him rubbing Mom's shoulders and whispering something into her ear. I feel a slight twinge of jealousy run through me. The way she responds to him tells me it was probably something dirty, but there's something that intrigues me in the way she tells him not now. How would she have responded if it was my hands on her shoulders and my teeth grazing her earlobe.

After Dad retreats to his office to have lunch while working, I pull up the seat next to Mom and set both of our plates down. I begin to eat, then look over at her.

"Everything OK? With work, I mean."

 

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"Oh, everything is fine." I say with a dismissive wave of my hand. "Just the usual craziness that is digital marketing." I snap my laptop closed. "To be honest, it's quite boring and I would rather be doing something else with my time."

I try not to picture that "something else" being me spread out on the table with Josh feasting on my pussy.

I feel my cheeks flush with the image playing in my mind.

"Maybe you could teach me how to play those video games you're always locked away playing." I place a hand on my son's leg, patting it gently. I tell myself that the action is strictly maternal in nature, but the rapid beat of my heart and the clenching in my pussy tells me otherwise.

 

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Mom shuts her laptop and declares her work shift over for the time being, leaving me to make a mental note that I need to find a job like that as quickly as possible -- I have a life to live!

When Mom proposes that we go upstairs so I can teach her how to play my games, I can't help but to give her an odd look. And just when I'm about to make some kind of 'quarantine must be messing with your head' joke, she begins to pat my leg.

I've seen this scenario play out in porn scenes, but this really can't be happening to me in real life...right?

"Yeah, we can do that," I say. I find myself finishing off my lunch more quickly than planned, and after putting my plate away, I look at her.

"Ready when you are," I smile cheerfully.

 

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It's not until we're in Josh's room that I start to wonder what the hell I'm doing. This whole things reminds me of one of those MILF pornos. God, am I so desperate for something new and exciting that I am tempted to seduce my own son?

Nope. Not seducing him. That's not what's happening here. We are simply going to play video games. Though why I suggested video games when I absolutely hate them, I will never understand.

"Ok," I settle on the edge of Josh's bed as he sets up the console. "You'll have to go easy on me, I'm new to all this."

It's meant to be teasing and funny, but instead I sound like a desperate virgin ready for her first good fuck. I am seriously going to burn in hell for the thoughts racing through my head.

 

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As Mom and I reach my room, I go in front of the TV and unravel the cord on my second controller -- I didn't have to use it for so long. I decide to keep things easy and put in a racing game. It's a game I haven't touched in some time, but it's something that'll keep both of us involved.

"We'll see," I tease as I hand her the controller, then run down the controls and how to do what. I start us off on a simple track and have the race just be between her and me.

"Ready...GO!" I say as my character blasts off from the starting gate.

 

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I can't deny the shiver that goes down my spine at Josh's teasing "We'll see."

I take the controller from him, our fingers brushing briefly, and my mind flashes back to the shower fantasy. I ignore the twist of my stomach, the clenching of my pussy as I force myself to focus.

The racing game is easy enough and as we fly around the track our banter is easy and light. We tease each other, trade smack talk, and generally forget about the outside world.

"Oh no you don't." I say, trying to keep his racer from passing mine. My shoulder nudges into him, trying to keep Josh from being able to use his controller. I push against him, laughing as we start to push each other back and forth. My competitive nature has started to get the best of me.

"Hey now!" I protest as he bypasses my racer and shoot ahead. "No fair, you were supposed to take it easy on me!" I shift on the bed, but lose my balance and fall into Josh's side. The side of my breast brushes against his arm and I draw in a sharp breath as my nipple hardens. I bite my lip and quickly right myself, hoping that he doesn't notice the way my nipples now poke through my top.

 

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I enjoy the back-and-forth banter with Mom and the competitive race we take part in. As she nudges me to try and throw me off-balance, I do the same to her, and it seems like our bodies are mimicking the cars we're controlling on-screen.

Finally, I pull away from her at the end and raise my arms in victory. She goes to nudge me again, but loses her balance and falls into my side, with her breast brushing against my arm.

I shift to help her up, but she straightens up before I can do so. She does a sexy little bite of her lip that forces me to shift again (for other reasons).

Keep your head in the game...

"Play again?" I ask before I give my mind a chance to run away with the thought that my mom's nipples are hard because of me.