I’ve been living with my son, in a small apartment for the past few years. He’s a 22-year-old who spends most of his time on his computer, gaming, and chatting with friends online. Lately, I’ve noticed some strange things, my lipstick and clothes moving, makeup strewn about his room. I brushed it off, thinking he might be experimenting, but I never expected the truth to be so provocative.
One evening, I got home from work earlier than usual. As I opened the apartment door, I was greeted by a sight that stopped me in my tracks. My son and his friend, were in the living room, dressed in my clothes. My son was wearing my pink lace thong, a matching bra, and my favorite red lipstick. Both of their cocks were hard, straining against the fabric of my thongs. His friend had his phone out, clearly filming the scene.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I managed to stutter, my heart pounding in my chest.
My son looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Mom, I… I can explain,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Is that my thong?” I pointed at the lace barely covering his ass. “And my dildo? You guys are nasty,” I added, spotting the sex toy on the coffee table.
“Yes, Mom. I’m sorry,” he replied, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
His friend, bolder than my son, walked over to me and started groping my ass. I was taken aback but found myself letting him, my mind racing with a mix of anger and arousal. My son watched, his cock still in his hand, stroking it slowly as he took in the scene.
“You pervert,” I muttered, but my voice lacked conviction. “You need to clean up all of this.”
His friend, sensing my reluctance, pushed me gently but firmly to my knees. My son stood up, his cock now fully erect and glistening with pre-cum. His friend positioned himself behind me, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing and slapping my ass. My son jerked off, his eyes locked on me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, Mom, you look so hot like this,” he moaned, his hand moving faster.
His friend touch was firm and dominant, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against my back. My son words spurred me on, and I found myself reaching out, grabbing his friend thigh for support as he continued to tease and touch me.
“Come on, you two. Let’s see what you’ve got,” I challenged, my voice husky with desire.
My son eyes widened, and he stroked himself faster, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. His friend, with a wicked grin, pulled out his cock and started jerking off in sync with my son. I watched, mesmerized, as they both reached their climax, their hot cum spraying across my face and chest.
I was mad, but also incredibly turned on. The whole scenario was so fucking exciting and surreal. I stood up, wiping the cum from my face, and looked at the two of them, panting and spent.
“Clean this mess up,” I ordered, pointing to the living room. “And Jake, we need to talk about boundaries.”
As they hurried to tidy up, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. My son and his friend had just given me a show I’d never forget, and it left me wanting more.
