Kathryn checked her calendar, yes, this was the day that she was to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming back from college for winter break. This was the longest Derrick and her had been apart. She didn’t realize how much she would miss him when he went away to college. He had to go to Colorado to school; if only he had gone to a local school, they could have spent more time together. Since she kicked her husband out, over three years ago; Derrick was the man around the house. Matthew was only nine years old and couldn’t do a lot of the man stuff that needed to be done around the house. Her ex offered, but he was only interested in one thing, money so he could gamble it away. Oh, Maybe two things, he did want sex sometimes. He was so good in bed it was hard for Kathryn to turn him down. All these things were running through her mind as she drove to the airport to pick up her son.
She got there early; she wanted Derrick to see her when he got off the plane. She wanted him to know how much she missed him. About half the passengers had embarked and still no Derrick. Just when she was beginning to worry, she saw him step onto the concourse. Was it her imagination or did he look bigger and even more handsome than when he left for college just four short months ago? When he saw her, he ran to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek.
“How are you doing mom,” he asked.
“Now, I’m doing fine. It’s good to have you home. I missed having my big man around the house,” replied Kathryn.
“Mom, you’ve been calling me your big man ever since I was fifteen years old and Dad left.”
“Yes, but now you are my big man, you’re eighteen and have been away from home for almost four months. I missed you more than you know.”
They went and got his luggage loaded in the car and drove home. “They talked all the way home
Well, Derrick talked, Kathryn just listened. They had kept in touch by e-mail and chatting on-line, but nothing took the place of talking face to face. Kathryn could touch him whenever she wanted and you can’t do that through a computer.
When they got home Derrick unpacked, well actually he opened his suitcase and dumped everything in the laundry room. “Merry Christmas, Mom,” Derrick said with a laugh.
“You’re such a smart ass,” Kathryn answered back, also laughing. She started to go through the laundry sorting darks, lights and delicates. Suddenly, she came across a pair of panties. She put them in the her hand and walked into Derrick’s room. “Is there another woman in your life or is there something you want to tell me,” Kathryn asked with a big smile on her face.
“I don’t know how they got in there, Mom. Um…I guess they, err.”
“Derrick, stop stammering, you’re eighteen, I know you’re getting laid. Is this someone special or is she just a good piece of ass?” asked Kathryn.
“Mom, talk about being delicate, you could ruin my whole psyche, you know, ruin my sex life for years and years,” Derrick said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh, cut the crap, you’ve been getting some ever since you were sixteen.” chuckled Kathryn. She saw the surprised look in his face. “Oh, I’m not that dumb, I know the smell of sex. When you were in high school and you would borrow my car for a date, I could tell when you got lucky. There were times I had to leave the windows open day and night to get that smell out of my car. Now getting back to these panties, do they belong to someone special?”
“I’m not sure, Mom. We’ve only been going out for about a month. We really haven’t gotten that close, yet. I got those when I said goodbye to her, last night. I asked her to give me something to remember her until Winter break was over. She looked around and reached under her skirt and pulled these out.”
They were interrupted by Derrick’s twelve-year old brother coming home and yelling, “what’s for supper, I’m hungry.”
“Nothing for you, you dwebe” shouted Derrick.
“Derrick, you’re home.” Matthew came running to see his big brother. There was a big age difference between them, but they were close. After the divorce, Derrick looked after his little brother. He took him under his wing and showed him things that young boys learn from their fathers.
Kathryn had her family together again, at least for a few weeks. They probably wouldn’t do anything special, but at least they were together. They had dinner together, for the first time in four months. When it was over, Derrick made a few phone calls, asked to borrow the car and went out to be with his friends. Kathryn and Matthew felt left out, but they had another four weeks before he had to go back to school.
Kathryn was in bed when Derrick came home. She heard him turn on the TV before she feel asleep. She had a dream about Derrick getting his father’s old weight set out and working out in the basement. She would watch him workout with the weights, dressed only in tight small shorts and had sweat glistening on his body. She woke up feeling weird about her dream. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; what did the dream mean, she thought.
The next few days were repeats of the first day. Kathryn would come home from work; cook supper and Derrick would eat and leave.
Finally the weekend came, it was Matthew’s weekend to spend with his father. Kathryn would have Derrick all to herself, if he stayed home. Saturday morning came and Kathryn got to sleep in late. She heard pots and pans rattling in the kitchen, Derrick was up, she might as well get up too. She threw a short silk robe over her near naked body and went out to help Derrick make breakfast.
Just as she entered the kitchen, she heard Derrick yell “shit.” She ran in to see what he did. He was holding his hand; he had cut his finger trying to open a coffee can. Kathryn ran over to him “Let me see that honey she said,” He was holding his finger and blood was running down his arm. “Here, sit down,” she said to Derrick. “Let me look at it.” She got a paper towel and wiped the blood off his finger to look at the cut. It was still bleeding, so she told Derrick to put pressure on the cut while she went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and some peroxide.
She bent over him, looking at his cut, it wasn’t too deep, he didn’t need stitches. She put some peroxide on his cut and put a band aide on the cut, She was focusing so much on his cut, that she wasn’t paying attention to Derrick. When she looked at him, she saw he was staring down her partly opened robed, She looked down herself and saw what he saw; an unobstructed view of her naked tits hanging loosely in her robe and her transparent panties.
Kathryn stood up like nothing had happened; after all she wasn’t a prude. In the raising of her two boys, she never treated nudity as evil or wrong. She didn’t go around the house flaunting herself; but she didn’t freak out if one of her children walked in on her at an inappropriate time. Plus he was a teenage male, one with his hormones raging; she would have been more concerned if he didn’t look. He had a young girlfriend, what interest could he have in looking at a pair of forty year old tits, other than a quick peak.
She went to get him some juice from the frig. She thought she’d have a little fun with him. Pouring his juice she said, “Derrick did you enjoy looking at my tits while I fixed your hand?”
Derrick turned red and looked away from her. “I’m sorry Mom, but I’ve always thought you were a sexy woman.” He looked at her and continued, “I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to a fend you, I shouldn’t have looked, but I couldn’t help myself. Forgive me?”
“Derrick, I’m not mad at you, in fact I’m flattered, that you think I’m sexy. I don’t get to hear that a lot now days. Since the divorce, I threw myself into my work and my sex life has suffered,” replied Kathryn. “I shouldn’t be talking to my son about my sex life.”
“That’s alright Mom, you can talk about anything you like.”
“You’re such a mature person for your age,” said Kathryn, “and sensitive. You’re not like a lot of the men out there. They don’t care about you except what’s in your pants.” Kathryn gave Derrick a big hug.
“That’s what I like,” said Derrick with a smile, “a half-dressed woman, giving me a big hug.”
“Derrick, your such a shit.” They both laughed at her remark.
Derrick told her he’d help her clean up the house. After all it was Saturday and that meant cleaning day.
“Isn’t my son going out with his friends.” Kathryn asked.
“No, this weekend I’m yours,” he replied.
“Let’s get dressed and clean up the basement,” suggested Kathryn.
“I’m yours to command, mother.”
The way Derrick said command, she wasn’t sure if he only meant to clean the house
They worked most of the morning, moving boxes and other things. Throwing things out and condensing what was left. After working about one-half an hour, Derrick announced he was hot and took off his shirt. Kathryn couldn’t help but notice he had grown. He was slender, like she was, but he still had nicely developed muscles for his size. She caught him staring at her while they were working and he didn’t think she would notice. It usually was when she was bending down and he got a good look at her butt or down her blouse. Kathryn dismissed any sexual desire from Jasion, he probably just misses his girlfriend she thought.
In early afternoon they finally finished the basement. Derrick went into the family room and sat down, while Kathryn got them both a cold beer. “Here, you did a man’s job, you get a man’s drink,” she said when she handed him the beer. “Owe, my shoulder and back hurts, I think I over did it this morning.”
“Mom, let me give you a backrub.” Offered Derrick. “That will make you feel better.”
“Ok, I think I could use it.”
Derrick began to rub the back of his mother; it felt good to Kathryn, very good. She didn’t seem to notice when his hand went down to her ass or even when he brushed the sides of her tits. Kathryn was just enjoying her backrub.
Nothing much happened the rest of the day, but that night Kathryn had more dreams about Derrick, this time they were more erotic. She would be dressed in some sexy outfit, that showed off her tits and ass. She was straightening up the family room and Derrick was there watching TV. However, his eyes followed her around the room, watching every move she made. Kathryn noticed he had this huge tent in his pants, it stuck up a good ten inches, but he didn’t seem to notice it. Kathryn awoke from her sleep and thought about her dream, what the hell were these dreams about her son all about. Did she have a secret desire for him, her own son. She didn’t know what to make of it, hell she thought, I haven’t gotten laid in a long while, he’s the first man that has shown interest in me, that probably all there is to it.
She got up and saw Derrick was up and outside already, washing the car. She threw on some jeans and a tee shirt and decided to do the laundry. She stripped the sheets off her bed, then Matthew’s bed and finally Derrick’s bed. As she was pulling the sheet off his bed, something was pulled out from under his mattress, it was the corner of a magazine. Oh, I found my son’s jack off material, she thought. I wonder what’s he’s reading. She started to pull it out from its hiding place, but then she thought, she shouldn’t violate his privacy. Well, I can’t just push it back in, she thought, it would get wrinkled and he would realize I saw it. I better lift up the mattress and put it back properly, she finally decided. She went to the window to check that Derrick was still outside and he was. She carefully pulled the magazine out of its hiding place. There was something bulky stuck in the magazine, it was a pair of her panties, with cum stains on them. He had been jerking off in her panties. That shocked Kathryn a little bit, but when she looked at the title of the magazine, she was floored; it was called Family Affairs. It was an incest magazine, people write in telling about sex with members of their family. She looked at where the magazine was opened and to the story he was reading. It was titled, The First Time I Fucked My Mom.
She was shocked, Derrick had sexually fantasies about her! He wanted to screw his own mother!! She didn’t know what to do, panic set in. She put the magazine and panties back where she found them and left his room quickly. She started the laundry and then went to her room to think.
She heard Derrick come in. from outside, “Where are you Mom?” He asked.
“I’m in my room, I don’t feel well,” replied a confused Kathryn. She lied, but she couldn’t face him, she would have to figure out what to do before she could face him again.
“Anything I can do for you, Mom, do you need anything?”
“No, I just need to rest, I have a headache.” She said it so fast, she didn’t even get the irony of that statement. Her son desired her and she told him she had a headache, maybe that excuse is instinctive in a female.
She spent the rest of the day in her room, thinking about Derrick and her. She thought about her dreams, did she have sexual feelings for her son? If she did, was she a pervert? She did like his company and enjoyed looking at his body, like this morning. He had a desire for her at least it looked like it. Then she thought, maybe he didn’t really have a desire for her. Maybe it was just a jack off magazine, he found. She spent all afternoon in her room thinking about these things and more. She finally came to a conclusion; she would have a talk with Derrick and find out just what were his feelings. If he didn’t really have the hots for her, there was no problem other than her embarrassment. If he had feelings for her, well then they’d deal with those feelings. How she wasn’t sure, but she came to the realization she also had desire for him, her own son..
She put a robe on and left her room looking for her son. “Derrick,” she called out, “where are you?”
“I’m in my room,” replied Derrick.
“Can I come in?” asked Kathryn.
“Just a minute Mom. OK you can come in now.”
Kathryn walked into her son’s room. He was lying on his bed, on his side, with a pillow between his legs. He was reading some sort of magazine. “What’s up Mom?”
Kathryn cleared her throat and thought for a few seconds before she started to talk. “Derrick, I don’t know how to say this any other way, so I’ll just say it. I was changing the sheets on your bed and I found a magazine hidden under the mattress.”
Derrick’s face got very red, “Mom I can explain, I…”
Kathryn cut him off, “Wait until I’m finished, I’ve been thinking about what to say all afternoon. Derrick I know you’re an eighteen year old man and your sex drive is very strong.”
“Mom,” interrupted Derrick again.
“No, let me finish. I know you have strong feelings, feelings of love for me, me as your mother. Some times these feelings of love can be mistaken for feelings of desire. You think you want me, but you just want to show how much you love me and you’re confused on how to do it.”
