****** Troubled Youth by AH ******
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Troubled Youth

I was 34 that year. I had been divorced from my asshole husband for 8 years. My
son Johnny was 17, and about to get himself into all sorts of trouble.

For quite some time I had noticed Johnny taking a notice in me. I know all you
men want the vital details, but all I am going to give you is I am 5'4", 125
pounds and a brunette with shoulder length hair. I think I have a pretty face,
and a cute body.

It was the little things that Johnny did that bothered me. Like when I would
have a low cut blouse on, and I bent down for something, I could feel his eyes
trying to look down my blouse to get a glimpse of my bra and breasts. Or when I
wore a short skirt, I could not sit down without him trying to look up it at my
legs and panties. Whenever I wore jeans or shorts forget it. He would just
about burn a hole in butt from staring at my backside.

I would not always catch him doing it, but I knew he was. As time went by he
became more brazen about looking. Sometimes, when I caught him, he would meet
my eyes and hold them for a moment. He was obviously going through the most
intense part of puberty. I heard him masturbating in his room at least once a
day. Since I worked, I am sure he did it more often than that.

I could take his attempts to look in my clothes, although they made me
uncomfortable. What I could not take was him peeking at me while I was taking a
shower. I caught him at the bathroom door watching me. My shower has a clear
glass door. Other than the mist and a little fogging, he got a really good
show. I was furious. When he noticed I had seen him, he ran. I immediately
turned off the water, lightly toweled off, threw on my robe and went to his
room. His door was closed and I knocked once and opened it. The look of pure
terror on his face soften my resolve. "Johnny don't you ever do that again!" I
told him. "What do you think you were doing anyway?"

"Mom, I'm sorry," he said with the most pathetic look on his face. It made me
feel sorry for the little puberty tortured bastard. "I can't help it, you are
so beautiful." Flattery does have it merits.

"You can help it. I am you mother, and you will not look at me in that way. Do
you understand?"

"I understand what you are saying," he said looking right into my eyes. "But
you are not understanding me." It was then that I noticed he had his pillow
over his crotch.

"Take the pillow off your lap," I told him. He looked away and shook his head
in ashamed defiance. "Why not?" I asked knowing the answer.

"Because I have a boner. OK?" he said abruptly. I knew there was a fine line
here between making him understand his behavior was unacceptable and messing
with his future sexual well being.

"Yes that is OK. Erections are a normal part of life. I expect having those
feelings for your mother are natural too. I just expected them at a younger age
like 10 or 12. That way when we had our talk about sex, I could have explained,
I am off limits."

"You did mom. And I know that. But I had those feeling then, and I have them
now. I have tried to get rid of them, but it not as easy as it sounds."

"Not having a father around doesn't help I'm sure. But you are going to have to
respect my privacy, just like I respect yours. No more looking at me while I am
in the shower." I looked at him and could see relief yet disappointment on his
face. He was relieved this was as far as I was going to take it, and
disappointed that he would not get to look at me nude again. It was not long
after I left his room that I heard him masturbating his erection away. I felt a
knot in my stomach knowing it was my naked body he was picturing, and he now
had a good idea of what it looked like.

Everything had gone by normally for a couple of weeks. Johnny was still trying
to see into my clothes, but he had not tried to catch me undressing or in the
shower. It was a Wednesday afternoon and I came home early. I walked upstairs
and back to my bedroom when I heard Johnny's voice coming from there. I walked
softly up to my room and looked in. The door was open. He was completely naked
and facing sideways to my view. He had a pair of my panties on his face, and in
his mouth. I recognized them immediately as the ones I had slept in the night
before. He had another pair, of MY CLEAN panties, in his hand and he was
stroking them up and down his fully erect penis. My son was a grown man. As he
masturbated with my panties, he talked to himself. His eyes were closed. "Yes
mom. Oh yes mom. I can smell you. I can taste you." I am a normal healthy
American woman, I know this should have revolted me, but it had been so long
since I had been with a man, looking at his nice firm butt, and his erect
penis, and the fact that I was the object of his lust, made me horny. "Mom I'm
going to cum, I'm going to cum. Oh I'm inside you and I'm going to cum!" he
said with one last bit of punctuation, and then his white sperm shot out of the
end of his penis, soaking MY CLEAN panties and spraying onto my bedspread.

Having the panties on his head and being otherwise involved he had not noticed
me there for the last part of his session. I walked in immediately after he had
finished and stood where he could see me through the leg hole of my panties.
Startled he grabbed the panties from his face, covered his crotch with the
panties he already had there, and ran from the room, down the hall to his room
and closed the door.

I waited about 10 minutes before knocking on his door. When I walked in he was
fully clothes and sitting on his bed. "How much did you see?" he asked.

"Enough to know you are doing the laundry today," I said quickly with a slight
smile on my face. "Did you enjoy yourself? What am I saying, of course you did.
Again at my expense though." I moved to the bed and sat beside him.

"I am sooo sorry mom. You were not supposed to see that."

"Obviously!"

"Mom I feel like a piece of dirt now. I am sorry. I have tried to hide it from
you. You do not know how hard it is to hide. I live in the same house with THE
woman I want to be with and I am not even supposed to look at her. Do you know
how hard that is?" He looked at me for a response but I said nothing. "I don't
just feel like dirt because you caught me, I feel like dirt constantly. Because
I know this is who I am, and I'm ashamed. I know you have probably told your
friends about your son that wants to get in your pants. I understand you are
mad at me. I deserve it." He took a long pause, stared at the floor, and said
"Look I will be 18 and out of high school in a few months. At that time I will
get a job and move out. OK?"

I wasn't mad at him in the first place, my arousal had seen to that. Now I felt
terrible at the thought of losing my son. I also felt empathy for what my son
had confessed to me. I could see how that would make life difficult. I just did
not understand why it had to be me. He had lived with me having these feeling
for this long I did not see any reason he could not go on living that way.
"Johnny I am not asking you to leave, and I have not told a soul about this. I
am not even mad, really. I just want to understand Honey. Why me?"

"Why not you mom? You are beautiful. You are a wonderful person."

"There have to be girls like that at your school."

"There are. And I have tried to think about them, but it does not work.
Whenever I fantasize, I end up thinking about your breasts, your legs, your
smell, your voice. No other girl or woman does it for me." Neither one of us
said anything for a few moments.

"What is it you want to do with me?"

"Love you. Have sex with you. Everything." He said, his voice trailing off
breathlessly.

I was a bit shocked at his heartfelt answer. I stammered, "We will work out our
living arrangements somehow. No more talk of you leaving. You and I need to
talk more." He sat on the bed not really listening to me. "Remember when you
were younger, we used to talk all the time. It was like this. Not about this
topic, but we were open like this. Talking about your problems helps Johnny.
You'll see. Just having told me all of this will help you feel better." With
that I stood, left his room and closed the door behind me.

What I hoped would be the beginning of something better between us, turned out
to be another wall. Johnny had already been a distant teenager, but he pulled
away even farther. He was obviously depressed. He never went out with his
friends anymore. He just stayed in his room and read books, watched TV, or
listened to music. The only time he ventured out was to go to school, eat or
use the bathroom. I only saw him when I made dinner and called him to the
table. I started to get worried when it had been going on like that for 3
weeks.

Then one night after dinner, instead of retreating to his room, he came down to
the family room sat down on the couch with me and watched TV. I tried to engage
him in conversation several times, but all I got was one word responses that
told me he did not want to talk. He did not even try to steal looks at me. He
would react to the shows that were on, and he would laugh and at the
appropriate spots. He just sat there quietly watching the television. I guessed
this behavior was better than him locking himself away in his room. He repeated
this pattern for a full week. He is nothing if not a creature of habit.

One evening after an unusually stressful day at work I came home and took a
long bath. For dinner I ordered pizza, and opened a bottle of wine. When Johnny
came to dinner he noticed I was still in my bathrobe. I guess it surprised him.
It is nothing special. It is terry cloth and about mid shin in length. The robe
does have a tendency to hang open at the top though. When I was bringing the
pizza to the table it fell open when I bent down. I caught him trying to look
in for quick peek. It was the first time he had physically noticed me in weeks.
Old habits do die hard. Still, his conversation with me was limited to "yes,
no, maybe." He was softening up some. I figured it was just a matter of time
until we were back to where we had been. I wonder to myself it that would a
good thing or not.

After dinner we again settled down on the couch to watch some TV. I had some
more wine, and was feeling relaxed and happy. Looking at the other end of the
couch Johnny looked content to be sitting there quietly. Inspiration hit me. Or
craziness I do not know which. I looked in Johnny's direction and said "Johnny,
do you want me to open my robe so that you can take a look?" My tone was happy
go lucky.

For the longest time he sat motionless without acknowledging my question. When
he did he said, "That is cruel to do to your own son. I don't think its funny!"

With his eyes on mine I said, "That's good because it is not a joke," without
changing my tone. "One last chance. Do you want me to open my robe for you or
not?"

I wry skeptical grin started to develop on his face. "You know how I feel. If
you want to open your robe for me, hell yes I want you to!"

I stood from the couch and faced him, placing myself between him and the TV. I
undid the sash, and let the robe fall open a little. Johnny's eyes moved from
the small gap in my robe to my eyes. He was looking in my eyes trying to see
what my motive was. I did not know either. He was out of luck trying to find it
out from me. Then I grabbed the sides of my robe and whipped it open. Johnny
immediately fixed on my naked body. He tried to take it in as a whole and then
danced his eyes from my breasts, to my vagina, to my eyes, and back again for
another trip. His eyes were filled with pure lust. The way he looked at my body
was sinful and really turning me on. I could feel my nipples becoming erect,
and my clitoris was becoming moist and started to ache for stimulation. I held
my robe open for what seemed like 10 minutes, but was more like 30 seconds.
When I closed my robe Johnny looked up at me with innocent loving eyes and
asked "Why did you do that for me?"

I tied the sash, whirled around and sat back on the couch. "I don't know," I
said. I felt bouncy, happy. "I felt like it." After a minute of silence, I
bounced to my feet again. I had to do something more. I had too much energy now
to just sit there. I faced him again. This time I undid the sash, took my robe
off and threw it on the floor. Now he took in my completely naked body.

"You're so beautiful," he said as I did a slow turn for him. In my mind I could
hear part of me saying "I will just open my robe to him once." I was already
past that. He was beaming. His smile was huge, and welcome. "You're so
beautiful," he said again. This time it made me blush. I was flattered that
such a young man could find a woman my age so appealing. I went to him and sat
down in his lap.

"So now what do you want to do?" Without hesitation his hands were on my
breasts. Softly, gently at first, working to a firmer grip. I started moaning.
Which turned him on even more. "Oh god, I can't take this," he said.
Occasionally he would work on my nipples pinching and rubbing them. I was going
wild. I was so wet I could feel my juices running down my thighs. Johnny pushed
me down so that he was on top of me. His legs stretched to the end of the
couch, and mine hung off the front. From this position he moved a hand down to
my vagina. He was so gentle. I almost had an orgasm when he slid his finger
over my clitoris and into my vagina. It felt incredible. My body was moving in
rhythm to his finger movements inside me. Then Johnny did something I was not
mentally ready for. He kissed me; on the lips. Then he tried to put his tongue
in my mouth. We had sexually gone past this point, but not intimately. It
shocked me and I stopped moving and moaning. It was obvious to Johnny because
he stopped too. "Mom, is everything OK?" That word hung in my mind "mom". The
kiss brought me into a different reality. Was I going to be my son's lover? My
mind raced. There is something so intimate and romantic about taking another
persons tongue into your mouth. Is this what I wanted from my son? My mind
remembered the way he looked at my naked body and how happy it made him, AND
ME! I could again feel the lust in my clitoris for his finger. "Mom?" he asked
again.

"Yes dear everything is all right," I said as I moved my lips to his. It was
the most passionate kiss I have ever given or received. Our tongues moved
together in perfect pressure, speed and hunger. Johnny picked up where we had
left off. I again moaned and moved to his touch. He moved his mouth from my
lips to my breasts. He kissed each one only once and then stood to remove his
clothes. When he took his underwear off I was in heaven. He was so hard, and I
was finally going to be with a man again.

He bent down and pulled my butt to the edge of the couch. He moved his face
between my legs and pushed them apart. He did not have to push hard. I was
helping. He started to lick me ever so gently. I was surprised I did not cum
right then. Slowly he worked his tongue around the lips of my vagina.
Occasionally he would flick the end of his tongue over my clitoris. My reaction
to this was usually a gasp and a slight bucking of my hips. He began to move
his tongue in and out of my vagina. I couldn't take it anymore, I was going to
cum. Johnny sensed this and moved quickly to his knees and plunged his penis
into me. It felt so good I came at first penetration. As he thrust forward
again and again I came two more time before I heard Johnny say, "I'm cumming
mom. I'm cumming inside you." He groaned and pushed it as deep and hard into me
as he could. It bottomed out at the hilt and he thrust a couple of quick
jerking movements, and then collapsed on top of me.

His head lay between my breasts dripping with sweat. I prayed that he had not
gotten me pregnant. Which he had not.

I am on the pill now, and we have been lovers ever since that day. I have
helped him live out his fantasies and he has helped me live out mine. In the
heat of sex I have asked him to, "fuck your mother's pussy", and, "Mommy wants
to drink your cum". We have experimented with just about every position
imaginable. No we have not had anal sex. But I see nothing wrong with what we
do. He is happy and so am I. We talk like we used to when he was younger. The
only regret I have is that he will never know the joy of raising a child. The
joy I know now and forever.

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