Home from College

It was early evening, opposite sat my son David, home for his summer vacation after successfully achieving his degree in business administration from college. Even sitting in the armchair reading a book I could feel his eyes scanning my body, watching me, stealing glances as he had done many times before. His gaze seemed to fluctuate between my breasts and my legs, I say gaze but it was more of a stare. I felt embarrassed and awkward when shifting my body in the chair, feeling as though I was blushing as he watched my breasts bounce around as I moved. It was not only when I sat in the chair he watched me. Sometimes he watched me from his bedroom window as I worked in the garden, I've even noticed him trying to conceal himself as he watched me through binoculars. I dreaded the holidays when he was home from college. I was always in a quandary whether to tell him to stop it, or even say anything. Since his father died he had been a perfect son doing everything I asked of him, we had never argued and I didn't want to embarrass or upset him.

I decided to ignore the whole situation and just get on with my life, allowing him his little pleasure watching me. In a way I was flattered and took it as a compliment that he enjoyed looking at my body, it was not very often that men looked at me in that way, not that I encouraged it, always dressing conservatively. Even before I realized, the time past so fast and David was preparing to return to college for his final year, to complete his education taking his masters' in business administration. From the day he left high school he had worked through the summer and Christmas vacations having convinced a large local engineering company to take him on to give him work experience, at a minimal wage of course. David hated working for the company and always took the last week of his vacation off so that we could spend some time together and he could get ready to return to college.

I don't think it was the company he disliked, it was his boss Mr. Rush, and a very unpopular man disliked by most, especially those in his department. He treated David like a skivvy always complaining about him to others how lazy and incompetent he was, but always took the accolades for David's work. He was a pig as well, when at the company's dance last Christmas he asked me to dance, he propositioned me. He inferred that if I slept with him he would make things easier for David and use his influence to get him full time employment once he finished college. I left him on the dance floor there and then. Unfortunately I let the incident slip out during the summer break and David made me tell him everything. At first he was furious but I managed to calm him down, then he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, a long and lingering kiss. After I just didn't know how to respond, I so confused, my feelings were unfathomable, never had I reacted to a kiss in that way, if he hadn't been holding me I think my knees would have buckled.

The day he left I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. I felt him pull me closer, enjoying the feeling as my breasts crushed against his chest; he called me by name, Sarah, it was more than a mother's farewell kiss to her son. It was the first time that I had ever cried when he left, even his first year when he left to attend college, I knew, that for the first time ever I would be alone, living on my own, even then I never felt sad or miserable as I did that time. I laid on his bed my face buried in his pillow, sobbing, the weight of my body squashing my breasts into his duvet, reminding me of the feeling when he pulled me close to hug me. I slipped beneath his duvet and drifted off to sleep thinking about him.

Those first few days were no better, even at work where I was employed as a paralegal in an attorney's office I was unable to concentrate, at home I kept expecting him to walk in any second. When working in the garden I would continually look up at his bedroom window hoping that he would be looking down at me or standing back in the shadows, thinking he was unobserved as he watched me through his binoculars. Some evenings I would get ready for bed, put on my nightgown and slip into his bed. I searched his room looking for something personal that I could press against my body as I lay in his bed. Initially I would dab his aftershave between my breasts then with the passing of time rub it on my nipples. When I really became desperate I would rub it along the slit of my pussy to experience a stinging sensation, making believe it was from David's face as he pleasured me with his tongue. It was around that time I began masturbating to pleasure myself, all the time pretending it was David seducing me.

Over time David had various girlfriends and was now at the age where sex had become an important part in his life, numerous times I rummaged around in his bedroom, looking through his things searching for sexual materials. During one of my last searches I found a girly magazine full of pictures of women with large breasts, from it dropped several sheets of typed manuscript which I assumed was a letter. Sitting on the edge of the bed I began to read it and shocked when I realized it was a story about a son seducing his mother. They were only type written sheets there was no heading or authors name or where it came from and I could only think that David wrote it. As I read it became obvious that it was about me or should I say us, it was all there, where he was watching the woman read a book, with her, in his words, tits bouncing around as she moved. He even picked up on my embarrassment and blushing. Then there were the times when I was out in the garden and he would watch me from his bedroom window, sometimes using binoculars. The story didn't end there, after he returned to college he would email the woman sending her subliminal messages preparing her sexually for when he finished college so she would accept his advances. The story was unfinished the last part being where he had finished college and journeying home, his mother standing at the door waiting for him, wearing a satin mini-skirt and a tight low cut "V" neck sweater, obviously braless because her large nipples were prominently displayed.

It was about a week after David left that I received his first email telling me how well he had settled in and was enjoying his classes. He also mentioned his departure and how he enjoyed our departing kiss which he said seemed to linger, he spoke of the softness of my lips and how he missed holding me in his arms. I read his email over and over again, reliving the moment we hugged, feeling his body crush my breasts as he pulled me against him, forcing the bulge in his pants against my groin. I emailed him back telling him just how much I missed him and would have preferred that parting moment to have been moment where we were reunited. Little did I realize that David would pick up on my indiscretion, which it certainly turned out to be when he suggested that moment when we were eventually reunited would be wonderful. In each of his emails he pushed the mother son relationship back a little further replacing them with a potential seduction scenario as his comments gradually became more explicit on our parting kiss. The tone of his email sounded more like a lover than a son when he wrote words like, "Due to our enforced separation, by the time I return home our love for each other would have been multiplied tenfold."

Other times when he wrote of our parting he referred to how my body felt as I lay in his arms, while I pressed my body against him. I never thought that I could be embarrassed by an email, but was, when David suggested that it was me pressing up against him, when he must have been fully aware of deliberately pulling me up close to him. As the weeks past he became bolder asking me what I was wearing the day he left, because as I pressed against him he said it felt silky and was I wearing satin underwear. In my reply I told him that I don't wear satin lingerie, in his response he said it was a pity because he enjoyed seeing women wearing satin. Was he suggesting that he would like to see me in my underclothes or perhaps expanding on that by wanting to undress me first? Was my imagination working overtime and reading more into the situation than there was?

It was about the sixth week when David emailed me that he had met this girl Kate and attached a photograph. She was pretty but oh those clothes she wore, I wouldn't say they were indecent but you know how these modern day girls are. The satin skirt she wore was unusually short and her sweater extremely tight and David had the audacity to say how wonderful she looked and suggested that I should follow her example and dress in a similar vein. In his next email he asked if I had bought a satin mini-skirt and if I had could I send him a photograph of me wearing it. I was beginning to think that David was a deviant because he also asked if I had bought any satin lingerie, I expect he would like me to send him photographs of me wearing that as well.

To me the relationship developing between us felt a strange, over a period of time and numerous emails there was definitely an undercurrent of a sexual theme being created, probably initiated by my reply to David's first email. Looking back it was probably unwise of me to infer that I wished our parting kiss to be one where we were reunited. Another incident was, when I failed to reply to his suggestion that I buy a satin mini-skirt and lingerie and send him photographs of myself. I found his emails tantalizing as I pictured myself taking selfies of me wearing short skirts and sending him a copy. The thought of it excited me, set my heart racing, making me go weak at the knees, although I would never admit that to David.

Our emails to each other were in general pretty mundane, how are you, what are doing, are you planning anything, except for that underlying sexual theme that was being driven by David and I was the patsy. He began hinting that he had a problem it was so subtle at first I never picked up on it until he became more direct. He began by saying, "Mom I have a bit of a problem and it's not something that I'd like to discuss with a woman, this is where I need a father, perhaps you could suggest someone that I could talk to." That statement alone should have told me I was becoming involved in a subject with my son that mothers should never have to discuss, I was just heading for trouble. I replied, that there was no one I could suggest that he could confide in, but as he so aptly put it, this is a job for a father, but since his father is no longer with us perhaps he might like to discuss this delicate matter with me.

I appreciated that the subject he wanted to talk about may be extremely embarrassing, but that was ok. I emailed David saying that he was a thousand miles away, and it wasn't as if we are talking face to face. He thanked me, and took me up on my offer because he still couldn't find anybody that he would feel comfortable seeking advice from. David did suggest that if I felt uncomfortable talking about the subject, if it becomes too embarrassing, I could cease our discussions immediately. Briefly, he told me that he and Kate were sleeping together and things were not quite working out as he expected, suggesting the situation was extremely delicate which was creating an embarrassing situation. I fell right into the trap thinking his problem was something physical between them, although I suppose in a way it was, but if I was to help him he needed to tell me what the problem was.

In his next email he told me that when he and Kate make love he's fantasizing that he's making love to another woman, not Kate. It was a bit of a shock for me and told him so and continued to say, that it wasn't a situation that I was familiar with, but understand and probably a more common occurrence for both men and women. I asked him about the woman he thinks about, was she imaginary or was she a real person? At this point you must appreciate the time it took for these emails to flash back and forth. David said that she was a real person, then I asked if she was well known to him, was she aware of his interest in her, and did she respond to him?

His response was that it was a relief to be able to talk to someone like this, and yes she was well known to him, but he wasn't sure whether she was aware of his feelings for her. He said he was so frustrated at not being able to enjoy her company as a potential lover, and unfortunately she hadn't responded to a clumsy hint he provided, and was I able to suggest how best to approach her to win her over. In my reply I said it was very difficult to give him advice on how to approach this woman when I know nothing about the person concerned. I wanted to know if she was one of the students at college with him, possibly a friend of Kate's, would that have been the problem?

I became concerned when David told me it was no one at college, the woman, he said was in her early forties, a single parent who lives in our home town, and has been seeing on and off for a couple of years. That description could apply to ten percent of the women in our town, why, it could even apply to me. The thought stopped me dead in my tracks, was he talking about me or someone else? There was that kiss, no two kisses, then there was the contact between our bodies. Is he saying that he is in love with me, is he saying he wants to sleep with me? I really didn't know what to do, I couldn't say anything in case it's not me he is referring to, I decided to let things slide and see how the situation develops, but now I needed to find out more about this woman.

In my reply I asked if he was in love with this woman, if so why was he sleeping with Kate, was that fair to Kate or the nameless woman? David had said she was a single parent, so I asked for her name, her offspring's name, age and gender and if he has a good relationship with her offspring. David avoided answering my questions saying that he was depressed having broken up with Kate having agreed that I was right, it was not fair on either girl, then asked how he should proceed. He wanted to know what sort of things would please her, then suggested the same sort of things that would please me, then he asked what sort of things would please me? There it is again I'm back in the firing line. Suddenly he changed his tack by asking me what I was wearing, was it a dress or a skirt and was I wearing a garter belt with stockings. It didn't stop there he asked me to describe what clothes I was wearing every time I emailed him, because having broken up with Kate he missed me much more than usual, so much so he wanted to picture me at the computer drafting the email.

I sympathized with him for the break up suggesting that he had done the right thing, and I also reminded him of the questions I posed and that he still hadn't provided answers for which I was still expecting. As for knowing how he should proceed to impress his mystery lady I could only convey the sort of approach that I would enjoy. First he needed to befriend her offspring which after knowing them a couple of years he should know the offspring's attitude towards him. Had he brought the lady flowers, taken her out to a restaurant perhaps somewhere romantic with live music and dancing? Taken her on a picnic or for walks along the river in the evening holding her hand or placed an arm around her waist. I hesitated for a few minutes to think whether I should satisfy his curiosity on what I was wearing, he was obviously down and I would like to cheer him up so I decided to grant his wishes.

In answer to his previous email I told him I was wearing my green dress without stockings, for this email I told him I was wearing my black pencil skirt, white blouse and stockings with a garter belt. By the time I had finished typing my heart was beating fast and my hands shaking as I pressed, send. Immediately I regretted providing David with a description of what I was wearing, knowing full well that he would escalate the situation, and I was right. His response to my email took me deeper into the trap when he told me that he always thought that I looked extremely hot wearing my black pencil skirt especially when I was wearing my white blouse that you could see my bra through. He asked me if that was the particular blouse I was wearing, and was I wearing my white bra which was just about visible beneath the blouse, or my black bra which is extremely obvious. He said that he finds it arousing when he sees me wearing my black bra, as probably the men in my office would. The whole thing seems to be getting out of hand, his emails were having a definite effect on me and I wasn't sure if I could defuse the situation, I wasn't sure if I wanted to. David still hadn't answered my questions about the mystery woman and by this time it was getting close to the Christmas vacation, so for the last couple of weeks we agreed not to send each other emails.

Knowing he would be waiting for me, I was both nervous and excited as I arrived home from work, that Friday David finished college for the Christmas break. There were no bags in the hall, but a bunch of flowers lay on the table still in their plastic wrap, I guessed he was up in his bedroom putting his clothes away. Strains of Sinatra's 'Songs for Swinging Lovers,' one of my favorite albums was drifting down the stairs. David, grinning like a Cheshire cat, was leaning over the banister looking down as I made my way up the stairs, having shouted, "Hello, I'm home." We embraced on the landing, I kissed him on the cheek he responded by kissing my neck and then we just held each other. Our greetings over, with arms around each other we entered his bedroom, I was right he was putting his clothes away, one shirt and a set of underclothes, the rest, intended for the laundry basket was piled up on the bed. I made us dinner after which we sat on the sofa together watching a DVD, some romantic story. What with the little interruptions and me shifting my position every time I got up to get drinks or nibbles, by the end of the evening I was leaning against David with my head on his shoulder and my arm through his. It was not my intention but I realized that my breast was pressed hard up against his arm and from the smirk on his face he must have been enjoying the sensation.

Saturday morning my usual routine was to go shopping at the mall, David offered to come with me which in its self was a miracle. He would take my hand while walking around flitting from shop to shop. Occasionally he would stop outside a woman's clothes shop and pick out various dresses or skirts he liked. Of course you can guess the type of clothes he picked out, I assumed hoping that I would wear them for him. Shorter, tighter and more revealing than the style I was wearing at that time, but they weren't indecent. He did the same thing outside 'Victoria Secrets' only this time he was picking out lingerie sets, and while standing there he put an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter to him. After we had put the shopping in the car he took me to lunch.

In the afternoon I spent a little time in the garden and when I came back inside David was stretched out on the sofa watching a soccer match, moaning and groaning when I asked him to shift up so that I could sit down. He seemed to jump at my suggestion that I sit on the end and he could rest his head on my lap. We spent most of the afternoon and evening like that and for those television programs which held no interest for us he would turn over, lie on his back and we would talk while I stroked his hair. Everything was going fine until I began to question him about his mystery woman, he just turned over, buried his face in my lap and mumbled something about he was not ready to discuss her. As he spoke he pressed his face deep between my thighs, his voice producing vibrations which I could feel penetrating my skirt, causing certain areas of my body to produce feelings that I had long forgotten. I couldn't help thinking what those sensations would be like if I wasn't wearing a skirt.