Becoming a Cougar Ch. 03

In the prior chapters: As a young woman, I married a wealthy, middle aged guy. We were very happy, and together had a son named Matt. Our sex life was a bliss, especially when Matt started going to school. Then a disaster struck: My loving husband died in a car accident. After the initial shock, I resumed my exercise and yoga routines and regained my attractive figure. One day I went to Baker Beach and met a youngster who offered to put suntan lotion on my body. I agreed, and later we ended up in his hotel room, having wild sex. I returned home and my libido temporarily declined. However, the missing physical needs began bothering me again and I went for a day to Mon Chalet in Aurora, CO. Over there I met a young black couple and had an unforgettable evening with them

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After my sexcapade with Mercy and David, my craving for sex diminished somewhat. Occasionally, I still used toys, but the feeling of missing an important part of my life declined somewhat. Instead, I dedicated more time to chatting with new girlfriends I met at the health center.

My son, Matt, was doing fairly well in college. Now and then we talked on the phone or zoomed. I noticed he became tanner and bulked up. His childish face and body gradually turned him to a handsome young stud. One time I commented that he developed nicely. His face flushed as he mumbled, "Mom, you don't mean it..."

"Oh, yes honey, I do. I bet girls chase you all the time."

"Well, I go out with somebody..."

"Do you have her picture?"

"Yes, I do." And then he pulled a small photo from his wallet and displayed it before the screen. She had a pretty face with dark brown wavy hair.

I laughed, "I like her already. She has the same hair I do. Let me know if you bring her around, so I'll change my hairstyle."

He blurted, "Mom, please, don't."

I chuckled, "Matt honey, we women want to be appreciated for our uniqueness, otherwise it might cause aura of competition and even jealousy."

He repeated, "Please, don't change..."

At the time, his request sounded weird to me, but I agreed to keep my current hair intact.

Most weekends, Matt stayed at the dorms, but every month or so, he came to visit. On Friday after our last talk, he arrived. This boy of mine was a real hunk of a man. I was very proud of him. I warmly hugged him, but after a couple of seconds he pushed me away, "Mom, I love you too, but that's enough."

"When you were younger, you were embarrassed to be seen hugged or kissed in public, but now it's only us two."

He blushed, "Still..."

I let go. I prepared his favorite food, did his laundry, and we chatted about his future plans. Then I asked him why he didn't bring his girlfriend and he smiled, "I wanted to be with you."

I had the urge to hug him for being such a good son, but in the last minute remembered his prior reaction and stopped myself.

During the weekend, we strolled in the nearby park, went once to the movies, and even ate at an Italian restaurant. He was very sweet.

Saturday afternoon, he said he was going to work on his computer. I said, "In that case, I'll go to exercise in the club." He grinned, "Good idea." Over there, while using the elliptical, I talked with one of my friends and told her how proud I was with Matt growing up so fast. She said, "Unlike yours, my son stays as far from me as possible. Matt must love you dearly."

"I think he does."

After my exercise, I rushed home. I saw him watching TV. I showered and came out covered with a large soft towel. As I crossed the hall toward my room, I saw Matt ogle me with a strange expression on his face. I asked, "What is it? Do I have a stain somewhere?"

"No. I just think you are beautiful..."

I joked, "For a compliment like that, you deserve a reward. Anything you wish for me to do to earn another compliment in the future?"

His face turned ruby red, "No, nothing. I just think you are the most MILF mother I know."

"Geez, son. That was unexpected but nice. Thank you."

I went to my room to select clean underwear and noticed the pink panties, I left on top before leaving, was now gone. Was my memory playing tricks on me? I took another pair. Then I opened the bras' drawer and the pile was not arranged in the order I placed it before. It was clear Matt searched for something. Next, I put on my robe, took the laundry basket, and walked to the laundromat. I separated the clothes and found my pink panties at the bottom. It was stained. I sniffed it. It smelled like fresh sperm. My son jacked off using my panties and ejaculated in them!... Why? He had a girlfriend, so why using MY underwear??? I had no answers. I was reluctant to embarrass him about it and didn't mention the subject.

Sunday evening, before he left back for college, I kissed him and hugged him tightly. Again he attempted to push me away, but not before I felt his growing erection against my tummy. I pretended not to notice it and mumbled, "Matt, honey, I miss you already. Come visit more often."

He blurted, "Our summer vacation starts soon, and I'll be home most of the time."

After he left, I began thinking about Matt's behavior. He was still my wonderful loving son, yet his arousal when I hugged him, and using my panties to satisfy his sexual needs were something new. Did he all of a sudden develop Oedipus Complex? I started recalling episodes from the past, like how at his party he admitted he found me attractive. Lately he also mentioned I was a MILF, and the way he begged me to keep my hair the way it was rather than spare his girlfriend's feelings. Was he obsessed with me?...

Before his long summer vacation, my son arrived for one last weekend. Again, he was very nice to me: He said that he was willing to go with me wherever I wished. I chose to go to a movie of his choice. He was gracious and let ME decide. I told him my friend recommended the movie Marked Man: Rule + Shaw, although she didn't tell me what the film was about.

Matt chortled, "I don't care. Your wish is my command."

I grinned, "Thank you, my knight and shining armor."

We got tickets for the evening show. I wore a midi style skirt and a summer, short sleeved blouse. The evening was warm, so I left one button undone. The theater was half empty. We put the popcorn and soda between us, and now and then grabbed some.

The movie started with a pre-med student having feelings toward a rebellious girl. I tried concentrating on the movie and leaned forward some. As I attempted to grab the popcorn, from the corner of my eye, I saw Matt ogle my chest. I said nothing and munched on the popcorn, but a moment later, I bent my head and glanced at my cleavage. The open first button allowed Matt a clear view of the top of my breasts. It was another sign my son saw me as more than just mother.

My initial plan was to move back and close the button, but then I thought to myself: Why not let him enjoy? Perhaps the movie did not interest him, and he could not see the nipples anyway. So I just stayed in the same position for a while. When the popcorn was finished, I put the empty container on my other side, and leaned on Matt's shoulder. Only later I realized it gave his eyes a better look at my cleavage. After a few more minutes, his constant staring down my front started affecting me. This young man, who happened to be my son, finds my body enticing. As I watched the screen, my prior adventures with the guy on the beach as well as with Mercy & David floated before my eyes. I looked blankly forward, and my mind reminded me I haven't had sex for too long. My cunt became moist. I put my hand on Matt's thigh, hoping to calm his wandering eyes. His legs separated and he trembled lightly. I looked at his face. He immediately turned to gaze at the screen. I whispered, "Honey, if you don't like the movie, we can leave."

He sighed, "That's OK, Mom. Let's stay."

I tried to focus on the plot and again I noticed his eyes exploring my chest. I felt hot, knowing Matt's eyes were focused on my bosom. I don't know if it was the heat that made me open a second button or something else, but I did. I could hear my son's respiration turn faster. He hugged my shoulder and my head leaned on his upper chest. I could feel his breath on my tits. I gently caressed his thigh, as my pulse reached 120 per minute.

By now, neither of us was interested in the movie. However, I could not tell him that. One time I pretended to cough a little and looked down on his groin. I got the feeling he had a bulge there, but due to the dark I could not be sure. For the last 40 minutes of the movie, I sat quietly, letting Matt peek at my partly exposed breasts, while lightly massaging his closest thigh.

When the movie was over, neither of us knew what happened in the movie. We hardly talked. As we stood up, I glimpsed at his pants and a tent was visible. During the drive, we were quiet. My brain repeated over and over, 'Damn you lady, he is your son. You want sex? Find it elsewhere!' Only god knew how horny I was at the time... I urgently needed a cold shower.

When we arrived home, I told Matt I was going to shower. His eyes (hungrily?...) followed me.

The shower didn't help much. My pussy was on fire. I exited, apologized to Matt and told him I was going to sleep. I did, but only after using my Jack Rabbit while thinking about... my son.

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The summer vacation started. Matt came home tan and in a good mood. His plans included enjoying time with 3 friends, but he told me he'd be happy to accompany me wherever I wished to go.

Within 3 days of his arriving back, I noticed again my panties were used for his sexual gratification. Once again his shenanigans began to heighten my arousal. It became difficult to contain. While Matt tried to hide his attraction to my body, his efforts were clumsy and useless.

Each time he was at home, his eyes checked me out, especially when I came out of the shower. One day, I decided to up the stakes. I pretended to assume he was out, and stepped out wearing only a bra and low cut panties. As I crossed the living room, I 'realized' he was sitting on the sofa and stopped.

I smiled, "Hi, honey. I thought you were with Aaron and Jack. Sorry to appear like that. I'll go, dress up and come talk to you."

He mumbled, "That's OK, Mom. You are beautiful. As far as I am concerned, if you rather be like that, I won't complain."

I smiled, "Matt, that is so nice of you to tolerate your mother's older body without forcing me to wear a more decent robe. In the house, at times it really gets hot, and it is more comfortable to wear less. If you mean it, and it is not just a compliment, I might just do it."

"Mom, I definitely mean it. I think you are gorgeous."

I sat down on the sofa in my underwear and asked, "Where is your girlfriend. You seem to ignore her lately."

"We are done."

"Sorry to hear that..." I hugged him. "You are so handsome, I am sure you'll find another young girl soon." He blushed and I could feel his organ stiffen against me.

He attempted to push me away, but I refused, "Darling, if not being dressed properly makes you uncomfortable, I'll go put on a dress."

Matt stuttered, "Moom, you underestimate yoourself. You are veeery sexy..."

I kept my hands around his chest, "So what is your problem?"

"I geet tooo excited..."

I stared at the bulge in his groin and muttered, "Oh, I apologize. OK, I'll leave you." Then I stood up, rushed to my room and closed the door.

Within seconds, I heard him, "Mom, I didn't want to hurt you. I... love you."

I said loudly, "I start doubting it, but I'll manage."

The tension during dinner could be cut with a knife. A couple of times we started talking, but we could hardly look at each other. I had an advantage: I knew Matt was sexually attracted to me, while he didn't know I felt the same way. I felt terrible because I was not able to tell him I also wanted him, while he thought his behavior and body reaction offended me... It seemed like a catch 22.

I was the adult here and it was up to me to find a solution one way or another. My dilemma was clear: Would I give up to our urges and have sex with my son or reject the idea and resist the temptation for 3 months, until he went back to school, while in the meantime, try to behave 'normally'... The second option was too hard to bare and the success was dubious.

Despite my cortex screaming, 'Pervert, don't do it!', I began concocting a plan to seduce Matt. I started 'unintentionally' walking around in more revealing clothes. I served Matt's dinner having on lowcut blouses, and occasionally I strolled braless, letting my big tits bounce under my skimpy blouse.

My maneuvers generated the desirable reaction in his pants, and I noticed more frequent use of my panties, but he did not dare taking the initiative. Everything changed one night when the weather turned bad.

The weather channel predicted severe thunderstorms during the night. Matt and I watched a sitcom together until 10 pm. After the program, I declared I was going to bed. Matt said he would do the same in half an hour. In bed, I read a book while listening to noises coming from the living room.

By 10:30 pm, he turned the TV off and went to the bathroom. Rain began pouring outside. Twenty minutes later, I heard his bedroom door closing. Within 15 minutes, lightnings and thunderstorms started. I put on a baby doll with nothing underneath, waited 10 minutes, and went toward Matt's room. The crack under the door looked black, suggesting the light in his room was off.

Next, I left the lights on in the living room, opened Matt's door and stood at the entrance, as if trying to get used to the dark. I heard Matt moving in bed. Because of the light behind me, he could see my entire body like I was naked. I whispered, "Matt, are you awake?"

He almost choked and said, "What is it?"

I moved in his direction and blurted in a shaking voice, "I am scared of the thunders. Would you mind if I sleep the night in your bed?"

As I entered under the cover, he whispered, "But Mom, it's only lightnings and thunders. We are safe."

I grabbed his palm, placed it on my barely covered breast and whined, "I know, but all my life I was afraid of thunderstorms. Here, feel my heart. My pulse is going through the roof..."

It was true that my heartrate was high, but it had nothing to do with the storm. It was because at last, I was in bed with my son..."

He left his hand on my boob, obviously stunned by my unexpected move. Next, I hugged him, noticing he was topless and wore only boxers for bed. I nuzzled into his chest and murmured, "Your body is warm, and I love your manly smell."

His penis jolted and I felt it quickly harden. He said, "Mom, I love you and wish to help you, but you are playing with fire..."

"Why? I just wish to be protected from the nasty lights and noises by my son. I'll be OK in the morning."

"Mom... you are too sexy for your own good..."

"Honey, what do you mean? In the absence of my husband, I expect my strong son to protect me. You said you love me, but now you want me to leave..."

He caressed my hair, "I DO love you. Perhaps TOO much. You being so close to me... arouse me, can't you feel it?"

"That's OK, darling. I do not see it as a problem. When Dad was alive, every time a thunderstorm hit, we crumbled in bed and had wonderful sex. Your father is no longer with us, and now YOU are the man of the house, so you inherited his duties and privileges." As I was talking, I gently rubbed his covered engorged dick.

He could hardly talk, "Are you saying you want us to have sex?!..."

"Honey, I am not going to force you, but if you really love me and also think it would be good to engage in sex during an ugly storm, I'll agree."

"Are you sure?..."

"Matt dear, I've noticed how you checked my body each time I was less dressed, and I know about you using my panties to cum into. I fear storms, and the best therapy that worked for me in the past was wild sex. So if you are into it, it's your chance."

He hugged me tightly and I felt his hardness pressing against my abdomen, "Mom, I wanted you for as long as I can remember. My 2 former girlfriends were poor copies of you. Yes, I want you with all my heart. You being here made me so horny, I won't hold for long."

I smiled, "That is OK. You are young and virile, and I am sure your recovery time will be short. Let me first take care of the GIANT CUCUMBER in your boxers."

Subsequently, I dove under the blanket, lowered his boxers, and revealed his pole. it was a great tool: About 7.5" long, wide, and ready for action. The skin was soft and displayed engorged veins. The hairy scrotum hid 2 big testicles, that were very sensitive.

I kissed the tip and got rewarded with a drop of precum. I licked it and parted my lips to accommodate his pecker. It was the first time in too long... I loved the taste and pulled as much as I could into my oral cavity. Very little was left outside when I began working it.

Matt held my head and whispered, "Mom, your mouth is killing me, better let me get out before I ejaculate..."

I kept my mouth latched to his rod and signaled 'NO' with my finger. I heard him groan and jerk before he spasmed between my lips and my mouth began filling with streams of his whitish seed. I milked his spewing cock for all he got until the flow started dwindling. I cleaned his junk with my tongue and reappeared before his stunned eyes. The room was still not lit, but, by now, my eyes got used to the dark, and the light from the living room allowed reasonable visibility. I lay by his side, listened to the continuing thunders outside, and sighed, "Thank you, honey. Despite the ugly weather, I feel so much better already."

He hugged me and mumbled, "You are the best. Whatever you just did for me was my ultimate fantasy. I felt so guilty thinking about you giving me head, and now after you actually did it, I can admit it was MUCH better than I ever dreamed it was possible. How can I repay you?..."

"Hon, sucking you aroused me. Whenever you are ready for an encore, satisfy me too."

"Mom, I'd love to eat you right now."

"That is not what I meant. Later perhaps. I meant having sex with me, like your father did many years ago. It used to be the perfect treatment for thunderstorm-phobia."

I barely finished the sentence, and felt his hand massaging my tit. Within seconds, his insatiable organ began rising again. I couldn't believe it: After a climax, even for a young guy it was way too fast...

Matt growled into my ear, "Mom, it will be an honor to fuck you, continuing the family tradition. And trust me; it has nothing to do with YOUR fear of the storm. Your body, especially the incomparable tits, have been my muse, and getting permission to play with them while conquering the rest of you was my ONLY wish from god" He raised his face up and blurted, "God, thank you. I owe you one."

I lay on my back, spread my legs apart, and grinned at my handsome lover. He didn't need another hint. He moved between my knees and his helmet nudged my soaked vulva. He whispered, "You are so wet..."

"Of course, honey. I was hungry for you no less than you wanted me. I think my orgasm will come very soon. Don't be surprised if I climax more than once."

"That will be fantastic. Watching you losing it with me inside you will be amazing."

He started advancing his prick into my pussy, gradually forcing my drought-stricken cunt to expand in the process. I loved it. My first orgasm began as his spongy head touched my cervix. I remember quivering and pulling him deeper into my drenched vagina. The last words I mumbled before falling into daze were, "Honey, you are so big... I love you. Haaarder, Pleease."

Matt's pace accelerated and I was out. From a distance, I could hear myself screaming and crying, having uncontrollable waves of jerking in all directions. His incessant plowing of my tunnel sent me higher and higher... I was walking in paradise while watching the angels and and stars... I was manhandled roughly, feeling my humongous breasts swaying and then being mercilessly squeezed, my pussy fucked thoroughly, and all of it as part of an indescribable voyage high in the sky. My mind cleared somewhat when I heard my son roaring like a wounded animal and felt my pussy getting filled with abundant amount of slimy liquid.

After he came, he gently leaned and kissed my lips, whispering, "Mom, thank you for coming to my room tonight. I wanted you so much, but I'd never dare doing anything about it. Was it a one time thing, related to the storm outdoors?"

I chuckled, "Honey, only if YOU prefer that I stay away. As I mentioned before: You are the man of the house now. If you wish to continue, you've got me."

He French kissed me for a full minute, and said, "I want you, Mom. I want all of you for as long as I can."