“God, Kevin, your mom gave me a serious boner!”
Lying on the upstairs carpet with her ear to the air vent, eavesdropping on the group of teen boys in her downstairs family room, Jackie Stuffer’s heart jumped when she heard Chuck say that. “Was he really talking about me?” She wondered. She was hoping to overhear one or more of the boys talk dirty, but she really wasn’t expecting a frank discussion about herself. Her hand moved down below her nightshirt to her panties, and she gently rubbed her crotch as she continued to listen.
“Yeah,” said Barry, “You sure could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra!”
“That nightgown was so short! Was she wearing panties under it?” asked Chuck.
“Yeah, I could see her panty lines,” replied Steve.
“That’s what she always wears to bed,” said Kevin. “It’s just a long t shirt, but I like watching her tits jiggle in it. Last night she was wearing it when she was helping me with my homework, and she kept rubbing her tit against my
When Jackie Stuffer first started having what she
considered harmless sex fantasies of her son Kevin and his group of eighteen-year-old friends, she felt just a slight twinge of guilt following her orgasms. But over time, those guilty feelings completely disappeared, as the fantasies increased in frequency, and the scenes that she
played out in her mind became more debauched. Now her thoughts of the young teens occupied more and more of what little time wasn’t taken up with her job, marriage, housework, and other increasingly monotonous chores. Maybe if there were more good looking men where she worked, maybe if her husband were home more, maybe if she had some fulfilling hobbies instead of the same mundane tasks, they wouldn’t have even started. But they did, and now the fantasies of being involved with her son, as well as his friends, became Jackie’s favorite source of escape from her dull life.