Full of Surprises

After a minute or two considering and reconsidering my options, I eased myself into a short, pleated skirt that a decade or two ago would have been called a tennis skirt, and a loose, cotton top with spaghetti straps which left most of my shoulders bare. I took a few deep breaths and headed back into the bedroom.

"Before you say anything," I said, "Remember your promises."

Josh nodded and stared. He stared rather hard, in fact, and I had one of those little frissons that sent a feathery wash through my veins. "Er..." Josh began, "I-"

"You think it's too young for me, right?"

"Sh... God no!"

"Too slutty, then?"

"Not that either."

"Well then it must be-"

"Mom!" Josh interjected, "I was going to say it's... I mean, thinking like a total stranger, yeah? I was going to say it's really sexy. Like... simple, but really shows you off."

I was surprised -- and delighted. "You really, really think so?"

"Mom! I promised I'd be honest and I'm keeping the promise. Trust me, yeah?"

"Oh thank you. And are you totally sure it's not over-the-top?"

"Positive. You look... you know... really sexy, m... Laura."

Hearing my son say those words gave me another of those little shivers -- mostly in recognition of his growing maturity, but also because of a little flash of pride -- that my boy was able to be so honest and appreciative. "Thanks, again," I couldn't help but smile, "The only thing that worries me is that I can't really wear anything under the top or it looks all bra-strap and no shoulders."

"It.. um.. .doesn't bother me and I'm sure no guy's gonna object."

"I'm sure they're not as well, but what I meant was, is it too obvious?"

"Not at all. The top's way too loose to really show anything." Josh shifted in his chair.

"That's what I was hoping, but it's kinda hard to tell when you've actually got the thing on. It doesn't gape too much when I bend forward, does it?" I reached for a stray carrier bag on the floor to demonstrate what I meant.

Josh crossed his legs, "Er... well.. I guess it shows a little bit of... um..."

I straightened up, "Cleavage? I didn't think I qualified as having one given how small my boobs are."

"Well yeah, I guess that's the word, but I kinda meant... well, your... upper chest in general."

"Too much?"

"I didn't really see properly..."

"Oh, Josh, don't worry about looking. After all you're my son, not some strange guy and I'd rather I made any mistakes with the new gear in front of you. Just tell me honestly what you can see." I leaned forward again, this time keeping my eyes on Josh.

"Er..." Colour rose in his cheeks, "Actually-"

"What?" I tried to look down my own top and could see quite a lot, but surely Josh couldn't see that much?

"I can... kinda see your... you know?"

"A lot of my breasts?"

"No, mom... Laura. I mean your..." Josh took a deep breath, "Your nipples."

"Oh!" I straightened more quickly than before. "Sorry about that, but it's a real shame -- I love this top."

"Yeah, it's really neat. Maybe you could adjust the straps or something?"

"I could try. I just hope it doesn't spoil the way it hangs."

"It wouldn't matter at all if you didn't bend over like that, though."

I shrugged, "I'd rather be sure at all times otherwise I'd never feel comfortable in it."

"It's sure sexy as it is...Laura."

I looked over at Josh's earnest, flushed features and felt a flutter of something alien. It passed in a flash and I turned my attention back to the top, "The straps tie right on the collarbone so I think your idea will work. If I undo them and the adjust the length, could you tell me when they don't turn me into a flasher?"

"Sure! No problem at all!"

I tugged at the right hand strap and it come undone with surprising ease. Placing my arm across my chest to hold the front of the top in place, I quickly freed the other strap and carefully took hold of the ends, moving the point where I would re-tie them an inch or so higher. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then," I leaned forward once more, "How about like this?"

Josh leaned forward, "Um... almost."

I pulled the strap up a little more, "Better?"

"Yeah... I mean I can't see your actual nipples any more, but still a lot of.. um.. breast."

"I guess that will do then. I just hope I don't lose the spot where I need to tie them."

"Um... I guess I could pin them or something?"

"Oh you are being so kind! I almost don't recognise you."

Josh gave an embarrassed laugh, "Well I am supposed to be a stranger."

It was, I thought, another example of a maturity that I didn't think that my son possessed yet, and it gave me a gentle emotional kick. More than that, I think in retrospect that it also served to further mask Josh's behaviour from me -- and further deepened my ignorance of all things male and teenaged. I thought of nothing other than directing Josh to a box of pins, and then directing him in the pinning of the straps. Once it was done to my satisfaction, I simply thanked him and walked back into the bathroom to carefully extricate myself from the top.

I decided that things were going so well, I would risk modelling one of two new dresses I had purchased for wearing on more up-market evenings out. The first was a plain, black number that I just knew looked fine on me, but the second I was much less certain of. Dark-blue and silky, the dress featured a slong skirt with a modest slit up both sides, finishing at mid-thigh, and a halter top that was little more than two thin panels of silk which covered my breasts and tied together behind my neck. Like the top I had just taken off, I was slightly concerned that it might show a little too much, but now that I knew Josh would be honest with me about such things, I had no reluctance in finding out from him.

To give a better idea of how the garment would look when I eventually wore it on a proper night out, I quickly pinned up my hair, and even switched by rather plain panties for a new, silky, skimpy pair that seemed more in keeping with such a sexy dress.

Once I was ready, I took my regulation deep breath and walked back into the bedroom.

The first reaction I got from Josh brought a beaming smile to my face. My son's jaw dropped and his look dripped with pleasant surprise. The second reaction was even more rewarding.

"Oh, mom... that... I mean you look fantastic!"

"I think that's the biggest compliment I've ever received from you."

"I mean it," Josh said, openly staring me up and down, "It's like totally wow."

"Thanks -- and I really mean that. But perhaps you could do a safety check for me again?"

"You, um, mean... check that your... breasts aer properly covered up when you bend?"

"Or even just move, with this one." I was very conscious of cool air caressing the side of my breasts as I lifted my arms experimentally, "Perhaps it needs to be a bit tighter."

"Um..." Josh moved a little closer, "Why don't you try b-b-bending or something?"

Hearing what I took to be embarrassment, I tried to reassure him, "Look, if it's too cringe-making for you, I really don't mind if you don't want to-"

"No! I mean, it's, um, fine." He gave a strange, forced laugh, "We wouldn't want you going out and embarrassing yourself, would we?"

I laughed, "I don't know bout the 'we', but I sure don't. But only if you're sure?"

"Yeah, I am. Honest... Laura."

"You're gonna get a real big treat for putting yourself through this, I promise," I told him emphatically and, as it turns out, prophetically. I bent down as I had before and twisted my upper body slightly. As the material shifted, I didn't need Josh to tell me that the dress wasn't tied tight enough -- I felt first my left and then my right nipple slip under the edge of the material and spring free.

"Oops," I laughed, straightening, my hands moving to adjust the front panels of the dress, "Sorry -- yet again."

"No... I mean... Oh shit, mom... Laura, yeah Laura. It's just that I man fuck I am so sorry but I just gotta... I mean like it wouldn't be right if I didn't and like I'm sorry in advance but... you have just got the most perfect tit... breasts, I mean fuck sorry -- and sorry for saying fuck, but like... mom, you are so fucking hot and, and, and, I'm like so sorry and.... oh fuck!" Josh turned and raced from the room leaving me staring, slack-jawed in his wake.

The first emotion to hit was shock -- not at the language, but at the meaning of the words that had spilled from my son. The second emotion cranked up the shock I was feeling by a further few degrees; his words delighted me at a very basic level and they truly were the thing that I now realised I had wanted to hear someone -- anyone -- say and mean about me. Oh, but the third...

As if I weren't already shocked to the core, the third emotion intensified that sensation a thousand-fold. Without any input from my brain, my body reacted all alone -- and I simply couldn't deny that I was suddenly, unbelievably, incredibly, wonderfully, scarily excited.

My skin felt as if a low-grade electric current was being poured through it, my nipples suddenly sensitive, my groin suddenly damp and hot. A tremor of excitement rippled through those muscles deep in my belly sending a wave of pleasure through me like a mini-orgasm. I gave a tiny whimper.

Josh hadn't been embarrassed at all -- or maybe, he hadn't just been embarrassed. My son had been excited by what he had seen and that excitement had triggered something deep and primal and intense inside me. The realisation of what had just transpired -- and just how much Josh must have been excited to admit what he had admitted -- sent another wave of pleasure through me, it's intensity leaving me breathless.

A rational part of my brain tried to kick in with objections -- suggesting that I misread Josh's words, or had exaggerated his excitement -- but even as I tried to dismiss the events of the past half hour, I just knew that I was clutching at straws.

Of course, knowing and believing are two separate things, and although they are not mutually excusive, there can be only the tiniest overlap at times. I was suddenly assailed with doubt -- and as a further little surprise, I found myself wanting to know that I hadn't imagined Josh's excitement. I needed to know. I needed to know because it changed our entire relationship on one level. And I needed to know because the way ot made me feel was not something I could experience just the one time.

My logic circuits were misfiring, and the only 'fact' that I could focus on was the need to know for sure whether Josh really had been excited by what had happened. I pushed every other half-formed thought and objection to one side and dashed out of my room and along to my son's.

The door to Josh's room was pushed closed, but even as I approached it, I could hear frantic activity coming from inside. And 'coming' from inside was an apt choice of phrase.

Although Josh was trying to be quiet, the rhythmic soft squeaking of is bedsprings and the heavy panting sounds he was making left me in no doubt as to what my son was doing.

My question was answered, but even so, my libido was trying to convince the rest of me that I couldn't be absolutely sure without seeing for myself...

At the very thought of what I could do, and more importantly what I could see, my heart-rate trebled, and an excitement like no other pulsed through me. The intensity of the sensation stopped me in my tracks and I let out the softest of whimpers as my right hand moved of its own volition, parting the slit by my right leg and snaking up my thigh to the source of the warm moistness that engulfed me. Torn between wanting desperately to see what Josh was doing after my fashion show -- with 'show' being the operative word -- and not wanting to scare him or upset him in any way, I stood in the hallway and gave in to my need.

Safe in the knowledge that Josh wouldn't be appearing anytime soon -- and in all honesty not really caring that much now anyway - I fumbled my panties a few inches down my thighs and began to frantically finger myself right there outside my son's door.

I knew that this was recklessness beyond anything I had done before, but believe me when I say I simply couldn't stop myself from doing it. The intensity of the excitement that I was feeling was so high that the second my forefinger contacted the swollen nub of my clitoris, I could feel every muscle tense up in anticipation of the orgasm that was approaching faster than a sprinter on acid.

Every groan that I heard from Josh was bringing me closer but the next noise he made sent me right over the edge.

When he whispered "oh mom" my orgasm simply exploded within me.

It's intensity was such that my knees buckled and I sagged to the floor, my body convulsing. Even though I was trying to choke back the moans that wanted to tear their way from my heaving chest, I knew I was making a quiet mewling sound. A tiny part of my brain kept trying to remind me of the vulnerability of my position, kneeling there just outside my son's door in the throes of an orgasm that he had brought forth from me -- but somehow that just made things all the more exciting, and each feather-light touch of my fingers sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body.

Inside Josh's room the creaking of the bed-springs became faster and louder, and with a grunt my son's own climax clearly arrived -- sending another bolt of pleasure through me.

As his breathing -- his panting, I should say -- started to slow I became acutely aware of my situation. The skimpy dress had fallen from one shoulder leaving both of my breasts exposed, and I had hitched the hem up to my waist so that my fingers could explore my heat and wetness. My panties had fallen to my ankles at some point and were now hooked around one foot. The orgasm had left me feeling weak and dizzy, but the disorientation I had felt when I realised I was the focus of Josh' lust and desire had cleared.

A part of my brain was telling me that I should gather myself together, get back to my room and change into something sensible and then set about working out how I would approach Josh -- to tell him that I understood his teenage, hormone-driven needs, and that, while I understood, I couldn't actually approve and that we would have to be on our best behaviour in future.

Another part of my brain had a different idea.

"Josh?"

I heard a muffled 'shit!' then, "M-mom?"

"Josh... come out here, please."

"Mom, look I'm-"

"Please, Josh. Really... please."

"I..."

"Josh, this is important... no.. .it's vital."

I heard the bed-springs creaking and took a deep breath, trying very hard not to think too much. I sat back on my heels and the motion made the hem of the dress fall back onto my thighs. After taking another deep breath I hitched it back up.

I could hear Josh approach his door and then pause.

"Josh, I really need you to come outside."

"Mom, look, I'm-"

"Now, Josh."

The door opened slowly and Josh looked out sheepishly. It took him a couple of seconds to register that I was kneeling on the floor -- and another couple of seconds to see that I was almost naked, flushed and had thighs streaked with my juices.

"Josh," I said, softly, "Don't think that you're alone in finding this all very exciting, okay?"

It was a short sentence by my standards. But it carried more meaning than any thousand I had spoken before.

I love my son. I want my son to be happy. I don't want my son to feel guilty about anything. If what he feels for me is frowned upon by the rest of society, I want him to know that those feelings are mutual and that he is not alone. I say it again... I love my son.

Josh's eyes widened, "Mom?"

"Do I need to tell you what I've been doing down here?"

"You mean... you've been...um?"

"Relieving my excitement? Yes. The excitement you made me feel... or rather, the excitement that we both felt."

"You... you're joking, right?"

The look of shock on Josh's face gave me a few moments of panic. What if I had somehow misjudged the situation? What if he had no interest in me other than as a one-off masturbation fantasy? What if he now thought I was some weird, perverted-

"Mom?"

My eyes re-focused and I look at my son's face once more. Now that I was thinking clearly (laugh all you want) I could see that there was more than shock registering there. There was something that, for a moment, I couldn't place. Then it came to me.

It was hope. The sort of 'this can't be happening but I really wish it was' kind of hope. Seeing that sent a whole new wave of strange excitement through me.

"Josh?" I didn't have the faintest idea what I was going to say, so I let my mouth have free rein, "I had no idea you felt anything... like that for me, and heaven knows I sure didn't have any of those sort of feelings for you myself. But... when I realised... when I realised what was happening, how you were reacting to m.... it all came flooding in.

"Josh, I haven't felt excitement like that before. Not ever. It's like your excitement has somehow magnified my emotions to levels I didn't know could exist. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I could feel such a depth of desire and I make no excuses or offer any apologies.

"I didn't know what I was doing when I followed you up here, although a rational part of my brain was telling me I was just trying to find out if your reaction really was what I first thought it was. But when I heard you... heard you pleasuring yourself and you whispered my name.. oh, Josh... that triggered something so powerful and deep within me."

I rose from my knees and stood before my awe-struck son, "I may still be misreading things. Perhaps you don't want any more than that one little glimpse of my-"

"Mom!" Josh stared into my eyes until he knew that he had my full attention, "Mom, I thought... I know what people say and I thought I was just plain bad for thinking about you the way I have for the last year or two... but... I mean, I never dreamed that anything like this could happen. What I'm trying to say is I don't want just one little look..."

Josh's eyes lowered until he was staring at my partially covered breasts, "Oh, mom... I've wanted to be able to stare at you like this for so, so long... and... and..."

"What, Josh?"

He gave a snort of a laugh and his eyes refocused on mine, "Would you believe that even standing here like this after all you just said, I'm too embarrassed.. .or maybe too scared... to say it?"

"It's a little late for secrets, don't you think?"

He took a deep breath, "I've wanted to do more than look, mom."

My heart surged into my throat, "Oh, Josh!"

"Sorry!" My son had misread my words entirely, "Oh, god, look mom I'm really, really sorry and I know I shouldn't have said that, it's just that I got carried away with-"

I put a finger to my son's lips, "Shush.... And touch me."

"You mean...?"

"I want... need you to touch me. And Josh?"

"Mom?"

"I don't want you to just touch."

His eyes widened as a range of emotions flickered across his features. But the eyes, as they say, have it, and the look that settled there when all the other emotions had passed was pure and unadulterated desire.

Josh let out a low moan that held the tiniest hint of a growl -- a sound that sent my heart-rate soaring and brought heat to my loins. With a tenderness that belied his evident lust, my son raised a hand and with infinite care, cupped my right breast.

The contact of his skin on mine acted like a detonator on a thousand tons of gunpowder. Within a second, his hand was squeezing me feverishly as his other hand tore at the halter of the dress. I fell back against the wall, my own hands scrabbling at Josh's t-shirt, our arms tangling as first my dress, then his shirt were yanked unceremoniously from our bodies.