Son's little secret (Closed for Ukstud69)

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia Thompson looked in the mirror and wondered when the aging lines began appeared. She was only 39 years old, but it seemed like every morning she woke to find new lines appearing on her face. Running her fingers through her medium length dark, brown hair she was thankful that she didn’t have to start applying color to cover the gray hairs like most of her friends had started doing. She leaned closer to the mirror, her light brown eyes moving around her face to see if she might have missed anything new. Finally sighing she turned from the mirror in her bathroom and headed into her bedroom.

Cynthia hadn’t done too bad for herself. After the divorce from her ex-husband, James, she had to work twice as hard to provide nice things for her son,Tyler. She was the executive of a marketing firm and that helped her finishing paying for the 3BR home in the suburbs her and Tyler was living in. She really hadn’t done too bad at all. Though her social life had taken the hit from it and now here she was 39 years old and still single. There were times it bothered her and she would lay in bed at night and cry, holding onto a pillow for comfort. She never let Tyler see her like that. She didn’t want him thinking that she had regretted anything she had done to provide for him.

Tyler had grown into a handsome young man. His shoulders had grown broad and he filled out quite nicely, if Cynthia had to say so herself. Cynthia did worry about him from time to time, watching as the young girls at school tried to gain his attention and yet he never seemed truly interested. She always tried to be open with him and hoped that if he ever needed her he knew he could come to her.

Sliding on her faded blue jeans over her black lace thong, she buttoned them up as a smile crept on her face thinking about Tyler. He showed hints of his father from time to time, but nothing that would bring up bad memories for Cynthia. Slipping on her black lace bra to cover her 36D breast and then her dark blue t-shirt, she wondered if he was having a good time on his trip. Tyler had left for a week long camping trip with his friends. It was something they did every year before school started and as hard as he worked and helped out around the house, it was the least Cynthia could let him do without a fuss. He was due in this evening and she was looking forward to hearing all about his trip as well as the corny stories about the pranks they always did on one another.

Cynthia left her bedroom, her bare feet making no sound at all on the carpet as she made her way to the stairs. She glanced at his door as she passed and wished he was home already, she missed him. Making her way down the stairs she moved quickly into the kitchen to make sure that everything was there and ready to make his favorite meal. Cynthia always made his favorite meal when he returned home and they made a night of dinner and his stories. It was one of the few things Cynthia really looked forward to.

She noticed her laptop on the kitchen table and quickly went over to it; sitting down in the seat she started to pull up her browser and folders she had used during the week Tyler was gone. She didn’t need him to see anything she had been searching out; they were her own private fantasies. She quickly wiped the browser history clean and cleared out the videos she had downloaded. Cynthia was sad to see them go, but then they were not a topic she needed her son finding out she was into, after all society had already listed it as taboo, she could only imagine what her son would think of her if he knew.

Shutting the laptop down, she cleared it off the kitchen table and began to work on preparing the evening meal. Cynthia caught herself glancing at the clock time and again hoping that any moment he would be home.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Hearing the door open and close, Cynthia smiled to herself; her son was finally home from the trip. She continued to work on the dinner, not wishing to rush out and smother her son, but she had missed him. Hearing him call out to her she kept quiet, wanting him to think that she trusted him as she always had. For some reason Cynthia thought that if she said something before he saw her, he would think she was checking up on him instead of letting him live his own life.

Hearing him come into the kitchen she finished with what she was doing and turned with a bright smile on her face, “I sure did, miss me?” She moved over to him slowly as her eyes took in the sight of her young man of a son. He was certainly filling out nicely and even as she glanced over him she could tell there was a slight difference in his build, “Have you been working out more?” Cynthia slipped her arms around him and drew him into her embrace. It felt good to hold him in her arms once more.

It had been just the two of them for a few years now. Anytime Tyler went out she always missed him dearly until he returned. She really didn’t know how she was going to handle college if he decided to move away. Holding him longer than she probably should, she stepped back but let her hands pause at his biceps, “I swear you look like you have been working out. You keep that up and the girls will be falling over you to get your attention.” Laughing she couldn’t help herself, she moved in quickly to kiss his cheek before turning herself back to the dinner at hand, “How was the trip, did you have fun?”

Cynthia continued to cook listening to him give her the short version of the trip. He never was one to get into any detail, but then she never asked for any. “Any cute girls there,” she asked and the thought that maybe Tyler would find someone to date and start spending all his time with this girl. That thought brought up feelings Cynthia scolded herself on. She had no right to be jealous of Tyler finding love, it was bound to happen, but still Cynthia hated the idea, hated thinking of Tyler being away from her. She smiled at him, trying to keep her thoughts to herself as she continued to listen to his story.

As she was finishing up dinner she turned to him, leaning softly against the counter, “Sounds like fun sweetie. Dinner is almost done. Go freshen up, you look like it was a rough ride back.” She reached out and cupped his cheek, “It is good to have you home.” Giving him another bright smile she slipped her hand from his cheek and moved to gather the plates for dinner.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia moved to gather the plates, but found herself looking over her shoulder as her son picked up his bag and turned to head up the stairs to his room. Her eyes moved over him again and she noticed that instead of just admiring the young man he was becoming she was actually looking at the way he moved like a woman would check out another man. She quietly gasped, turning her eyes back to the plates wondering what was wrong with her, this was her son she was 'checking out'. Groaning, knowing she needed some kind of release and soon, she quickly moved the plates to the table.

Hearing a loud thump upstairs followed by another one made her look toward the stairs. Finishing up she turned and headed toward the stairs with concern. The first one she could say was his bag, but she worried about the second one. As she got to Tyler's door she paused and knocked softly before slowly beginning to open it, "Is everything alright sweetie?" As the door opened and she saw him standing in a pair of tight white boxers she couldn't help but notice the bulge in them. Feeling her own body tightening in response she quickly started to move her eyes up, but it didn't help the ache that started to build between her legs.

It wasn't like she hadn't seen her son almost naked before, but for some reason she didn't recall how his abs had that washboard effect or even that his chest was nicely toned. He looked really good and her body was completely responding to it. Cynthia pulled her eyes up to his wondering for the first time of the night if she had missed what he had said, "I heard a loud noise and got worried," trying desperately to keep her eyes on his own.

The sight of his sweaty forehead brought out the mother in her and she rushed over to him, "Are you feeling well sweetie?" She laid her hand on his forehead, waiting there for a moment to gauge his temperature. Like always though he stepped back before she could get a good read, but from that little time he did feel on the warm side. Taking a breath she glanced past him before looking to him with concern in her eyes, "Did one of the guys let their dog sleep on your stuff all weekend? Smells like you brought a dog home with you."

Cynthia's eyes started to move away from his and the peek of the top of his chest brought her back to his eyes again, "I was just worried sweetie. Sure you don't want me to just bring dinner up to you so you can rest?" Cynthia was having a hard time keeping her eyes locked on his, knowing what was within reaching distance of her fingers. Her body was on fire with need and she knew she would have to take a moment before even finishing dinner to get some kind of relief.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia felt another pang of jealousy at the mention of girls and yet again she tried to shove it down. There was no reason, no logical reason anyway, for her to feel this way and yet every time Tyler mentioned a girl that he saw when he was camping she couldn't help the feeling that seemed to wash over her.

Her mind must have been really running because the next thing she heard was Tyler mentioning the food. Her eyes had followed him as he sat down and the moment he laid back she couldn't stop them as they traveled over her half naked son. If she was only 20 years younger and he wasn't her son, she really didn't think that sight of him in those tight white boxers, stretched back on his bed would have made her jump him any faster than she already wanted to. Even the image of her crawling on the bed, running her tongue over those abs had her biting her bottom lip.

Cynthia pulled her mind completely out of the gutter, upset that she was even imagining such things about her son, of all people. She turned, ripping her eyes from his body and walked from his room. As she shut the door she leaned against it a moment and tried like hell to collect herself. She wasn't worried about dinner burning since it was on the lowest temperature possible. But this heavy ache between her legs did bother her. I was making her look at her son and imagine him as a lover, not blood. Groaning softly she pushed herself from the door and headed straight into her room. Her eyes glanced around, not even sure what she was looking for. Finally she just quickly stepped into the bathroom, pushing the door behind her, but not really caring if it caught or not. She needed relief and she needed it now.

Quickly unfastening her pants she slipped her right hand down into them, feeling the heat that seemed to roll off of her skin, not to mention the moisture on her panties as her fingers brushed over them. Groaning again she slipped her fingers into her moist panties and the moment they even brushed over skin, her other hand was reaching out and quickly grabbing the towel rack. She moaned softly as her fingers parted her lips, brushing over her wetness and making her legs shake under her. Her breath started to pant as her fingers slipped down into her wetness before driving up into her hole.

Cynthia felt her muscles gripping her fingers as her moans grew. Her grip tightened on the towel rack as her hips moved, grinding her fingers into her even more. Slowly slipping them from herself they moved up and started to quickly rub over her clit. Her whole body was on fire and she knew it wouldn't take long before....the orgasm rocked through her making her breath catch in her throat before coming quickly from her parted lips. The tingles rushed through her body threatening to take her legs from her.

The orgasm began to slow, but even then images of her son stretched on his bed came back to the forefront of her mind. Her fingers drove into her hole again before moving back to rub along her clit. She knew she shouldn't be thinking such things, but she couldn't help herself and in a heated groan she heard Tyler's name whisper from her a moment before the next orgasm washed over her. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise, but even then she couldn't stop the moans that came from her. She felt her legs want to give way and as much as she didn't want to stop, she had to.

She reluctantly pulled her fingers from herself. Her death grip on the towel rack stayed until she finally gathered enough strength to move away from it. Her breath began to slow as she turned and headed over to the sink. Washing up she fixed her pants, looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. She was ashamed of herself, ashamed she allowed Tyler's image push her to that last orgasm.

Cynthia turned toward the door and opened it, telling herself she would scold herself later on it, but for now her son needed his dinner. Moving from her bedroom, she quickly made her way down into the kitchen once more. Moving to the table she grabbed his plate and filled it. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet she filled that as well with his favorite drink. Glancing around, she made sure she had everything she needed before she headed up to his room.

Outside of his door she took another deep breath before knocking, "Dinner," opening it slowly she prayed by this point he had more clothes on than the last time.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia stepped into Tyler's room and he was sitting on the edge of his bed, this time in jeans but still no shirt. He looked so good sitting there and she tried not to let it be known that her thoughts were turning that way again. "Maybe a good meal and some sleep will help you get better."

As he stood up her eyes didn't want to move fast enough and she found herself yet again admiring his chest. She felt his fingers brush hers as he took the plate and she could have sworn they lingered a bit. Finally she made her way up to his eyes as she smiled softly to him, "I like spoiling my baby." If only her thoughts would stop being more along the lines of spoiling him in other ways, she would get through the night. Cynthia couldn't understand why she was now noticing Tyler like a man and not her son. Was it because she had been so long without someone in her bed? That had to be it, her body was on full blown overload and even the releases she was getting when she masturbated wasn't helping the build up inside of her. That certainly had to be it, otherwise she was a sick woman for thinking about her son like she was.

She watched him take a seat and pat the bed beside him. She wanted to stay with her son and yet she wanted to leave. Being near him wasn't making it easy on herself, nor making the thoughts go away. But she found herself taking a seat beside him anyway, trying to appear like the mother she knew she was. "Oh just the normal stuff sweetie. Work. I did buy some stuff to go out in the garden, figured I would work on that tomorrow." Cynthia gave him another soft smile as she watched him eat, trying desperately not to let her eyes roam over him like she so desperately wanted to do. "And don't worry sweetie, I wasn't going to ask you to give up your day to help. I figured you had plans. I was just going to do a little weeding and plant a few new plants, nothing I can't handle myself."

Cynthia didn't want to smother her son, even though at this point she wanted to jump his bones. The more she imagined being with him the more excited she became, making her shift a bit on the edge of the bed, his bed. These thoughts were driving her insane and it just wasn't right for her to be using her son as the man of the hour in her head. Trying to give him a little more space, as well as giving it to herself, she stood up smiling or trying to smile to him, "I better head downstairs and eat. I wanted to get some sleep so I could start early in the morning. Just leave your plate by the door and I will get it sweetie. Get some rest." She leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek but found herself linger longer than she should have. Standing again she turned from him and headed from his room.

Cynthia was taking deep breaths on her way down to the kitchen. She grabbed her plate and fixed it before sitting down at the table to eat. Her mind was all over the place and with it her body followed. She ached and the need was so evident that she didn't even finish her plate of food. Pushing the food away she sat back and closed her eyes. She couldn't understand why Tyler of all people was on her mind like this. She shifted in her chair a few times, even pressed her mound into the chair trying to seek some kind of relief, but still that need built inside of her.

Cynthia finally got up and stepped out the back door, hoping the cool air of the evening would calm her down some. She could pull out her toys tonight, but she would have to wait until Tyler was asleep. She didn't want to get too loud in the house while he was here, after all he might come to see what was wrong and then she would lose it and pull him into bed with her. Shaking her head she tried to think that as a mother she wouldn't do such a thing, but feeling like she was she wasn't too sure.

Turning, she headed back into the house and started to clean up, hoping that Tyler would be sleeping soon. Between seeing him half naked, let alone what she had been watching off and on while he was gone was starting to really get to her. That thought brought her eyes to her laptop. She moved over to it and opened it up, taking a little break from the cleaning to have another look at her hidden fantasy. She pulled up the video, muted the sound and started to watch it. The video played and Cynthia remembered the smell in Tyler's room...talk about fantasy being brought to the forefront of the mind in front of your son.

Groaning she stopped the video and closed the laptop. Tyler really needed to fall asleep and soon!

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia went back to cleaning up and putting away the leftovers. She made her way up the stairs to find the plate and glass outside of Tyler's door as she had asked of him. She smiled making her way over to it, thinking about how much of a good boy he really was. Tyler never gave her a hard time and actually made being a single mother easy compared to some of the horror stories she had heard from other people. She was so lucky to have him in her life and while he reminded her of his father from time to time, all in all, Tyler was becoming a great young man...sexy young man.

Cynthia clenched her jaw as she picked up the plate and glass, pissed that she couldn't even have a normal thought about her son without something popping into her mind. As she turned to head back downstairs she heard a sound coming from Tyler's room. She paused and leaned toward the door. Cynthia noticed the light was out, which means he was in bed and hopefully asleep. She heard what sounded like a groan, but not like a painful groan, more like a sexual groan. The moment that sound touches her ears, her whole body lit on fire. She felt her wetness increasing, making her panties wet again for the night. Cynthia wondered for a moment if he was masturbating in his room. After all most young men did and there was nothing wrong with it.

As she wondered the image of Tyler laying back in his bed stroking a hard cock had her covering her mouth with her hand and turning as quickly as she could. As she turned though the glass started to slip off of the plate, making all kinds of noise. She quickly caught the glass and moved away from Tyler's door. If he was awake, she just made it known that she was outside of his door. Cynthia hoped that he was just asleep and dreaming, otherwise the damage she just put him through, embarrassing him like that...she sighed heavily.

She moved into the kitchen and quickly cleaned his plate, trying not to think on what she heard, much less what happened. Cynthia moved to check all the doors and started to cut off the lights. As much as she wanted to tell herself she was going to walk straight by her son's door, she found the opposite happening. As she got closer to his door her movement slowed, like she was hoping to hear another groan, moan or grunt of some kind. It was like her ears were straining to hear that one more time from him.

As she finally made it past his room, Cynthia went straight to hers, guessing it was just a dream he was having. She pushed her door shut, moving over to cut on the bedside lamp before shutting off the overhead light. She slowly undressed from the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing, tossing them in the hamper, along with her bra and wet panties. She ached so badly, she needed to do something about it or she wasn't going to be sleeping tonight. Moving over to her dresser, she pulled out a large t-shirt and slipped it over her head. Normally she would wear that and a pair of panties, maybe even shorts to bed, but tonight she was feeling a little daring. Reaching into the back of that drawer she pulled out a 6 inch dildo, that was shaped just like a man's cock. Cynthia moved over to her bed and pushed back the covers just a bit before climbing onto the bed.

She reached over and turned out the bedside lamp, plunging herself into complete darkness. She settled back on the bed, her knees bending, her feet on the bed and her knees started to part as her hand slipped down over her belly. Her tongue darted out as her other hand brought that dildo to her lips. Her tongue started to circle it as her fingers moved down over her bare mound.

Cynthia always kept herself shaved, at first it was for Tyler's father, but now it was for her. She was used to it and it also did let her feel things much better down there.

Her fingers slipped over that wetness that had built up while her lips parted and she slipped that dildo into her mouth. She was trying not to think of anything, but the harder she tried the more Tyler was popping into her head. The groan she heard played a role in that fantasy in her mind too. Seeing him taking off his shirt had her fingers rubbing over her clit softly as her other hand pulled and pushed that dildo in and out of her mouth. She imagined him slowly stripping before her and as his cock sprang free she pulled the dildo from her mouth and moved it down to her aching hole.

Cynthia was lost in the image of her son as she sank the dildo deep inside of her, moaning softly from the feel of her walls clamping down around it. One hand started to slowly pull that dildo from her, only to reverse direction and slowly slide it back into her. Her fingers on her other hand were slowly making circles over her clit causing more moans to slip free from her parted lips. The sight of her son gripping his cock and starting to stroke it, causing that groan she had heard just made her slowly begin to pick up speed with the dildo sliding in and out of her own body.

She tried to push the image of her son away, tried to replace it with something or someone else, but it wasn't working and her moans were growing as her body built toward an orgasm. The image in Cynthia's head changed to her lying just like she was, dildo driving in and out of her, fingers rubbing along her clit as her hips rose and fell with each thrust of the dildo. Her eyes fixed on her door as her son stands in the doorway watching her, his hand stroking up and down his cock as he watches her fuck herself. The hunger in his eyes as he watches her pushed her to drive that dildo harder into her. Her moans growing more rapid than before. Her ears picking up that groan and a grunt before she watches as his cock pulses in his hand, cum springing from the tip of his cock. Her orgasm crashes over her, her voice crying out, "Ahhh fuck!!" Her hips grinding onto that dildo as her walls spasm around it, just like if she was milking her son's cum from his cock. That thought alone spiraled her into a second orgasm, not as strong as the first but still strong enough to have her grunting herself.

Her fingers slow on her clit as her breath pants out into the darken room. Her mind spinning with thoughts and images of her son. Then her chest starts to tighten as she realizes that she was in fact doomed...that was twice now she had imagined Tyler and twice her orgasm came quickly to her with those images. Slowly pulling the dildo from her, her eyes turn toward the door, not sure if she was wishing he was there or not. Cynthia groaned again as she slipped from bed and headed into the bathroom to clean up.

Coming back into her bedroom, she stopped by the dresser and stashed her dildo away before pulling out a pair of panties, blue in color. Slipping them on she moved to the bed and crawled back into it again, pulling the covers around her. She closed her eyes and still images of her son played in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia woke the next morning feeling refreshed. She quickly hoped in the shower and washed herself off before stepping from it and drying just as quickly. She didn't want the day to pass her by since she had all these plans to work on the garden. She moved into her room just as she heard the shower start up in the other bathroom. Tyler must be up she thought to herself as she rummaged through her clothes, trying to find something to work in the dirt with.

She pulled out a matching pair of white panties and bra, slipping them on before digging in her closet for some older clothes to wear. Finding a pair of jean short she slipped them up her legs and found they were a tad tight, but for working in the garden they should do. She pulled out an old blue t-shirt and slipped it on, finding that a bit on the tight side, but again, seeing as it would get dirty, she didn't care. Moving to her bed she sat down and slipped on a pair of ankle socks and tennis shoes. She was ready for the day ahead.

Standing she moved to the door, planning on fixing some breakfast before heading out to spend the rest of the day in the back yard. Opening her door she caught a glimpse of Tyler slipping into his room. She paused a moment letting the image float back into her mind. Him dripping wet, wrapped in a towel and certainly looking much more filled out than the last time she saw him....well except for last night. She first thought she had imagined it, but apparently she hadn't. When did he start working out more, she wondered. It wasn't like her not to notice these things and this seemed like it had been going on for awhile now.

She shrugged to herself and moved down into the kitchen, battling that image of Tyler from her head. Opening cabinets she went to work to fry up some bacon strips and had the eggs pulled out on the counter when she heard Tyler make his way into the kitchen. She glanced up and gave him a bright smile, "Morning sweetie, feeling better?" Cynthia tried not to think of the exact happenings of the night before for fear it would start her body in a tidal wave of need again...something she really didn't need at that moment. But she had to admit even to herself that her son was looking really good and any girl would be lucky to get their hands on him.

Cynthia turned her attention back to the bacon, trying to push away any thoughts about Tyler, much less him being with a girl. Again she found herself not keen on the idea and that just wasn't right of her. "Breakfast should be ready in a few. Got any plans for today?" Cynthia remembered she asked that the night before, but never really got an answer to it.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Cynthia fixed her son's plate and took it to him at the table. She smiled brightly as he started gobbling it up. "Oh I just panned to work in the yard out back. I got a few things that I wanted to put in there, but I got to get it ready. Probably will take me a few weekends, but better than sitting inside." She turned and moved back to fix her own plate of food. Making her way to the table she started to eat. She couldn't help glancing at her son. He was so handsome and he was filling out quite nicely, she would be so sad when a girl finally grabbed his attention.

Pulling her mind back to her food she finished up her plate and looked to Tyler, "Want more or are you full?" She stood up and took her plate to the sink before turning to him again, "Well if you need anything, I will be out in the yard sweetie." She moved over to him and kissed his cheek, not sure why, but that she just had to be near him for some reason. Cynthia pulled back with a smile and turned to head outside.

Once outside she was able to take her mind from Tyler and the naughty thoughts that had been plaguing her. She got down on her hands and knees and started to pull out the weeds in one area she wanted to work on. It was a bright sunny day and the heat was bearable with the light breeze that blew over her. Cynthia loved to work in the yard and this was the first chance this year she had been able to....she was going to enjoy the next few weekends.