Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Whatever mom.” He said quickly. “I… I appreciate you being honest and treating me like an adult, but there’s just some things a son does not need to talk about with his mother.”

“Okay.” I exhaled with relief. Maybe he hadn’t heard it. “You can turn around hon,”

Alan turned to face me and I saw he was still red and looked as nervous as I felt. He gave me a little smile that made my heart melt. It was his father’s smile, that cute, shy disarming smile that had attracted me to him that night at a frat party where every other guy was an arrogant jerk.

Alan looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair was wet and slicked back as if he had just finger combed it and he was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of baggy running shorts.

I took a moment to look at his broad shoulders and well toned arms and had the sick thought that he would truly be a son any of those mother’s in that movie would love to be taken by. He was still looking awkwardly at me and breaking the silence I asked, “Why were you coming in here anyway?”

“Oh, sorry. I was looking for my I-pod charger you said you had gotten a new one so I didn’t think you’d care if I came in and got it.”

“Right.” I nodded; and leaned over to grab it from the draw hoping he couldn’t see the assortment of toys in there.

When I found the charger I closed the drawer and began to sit up. I stopped when I saw him staring at me in the mirror. His gaze was fixed on my legs and he seemed to really be looking. I felt an odd thrill go through me and pretending to fumble with the drawer; I bent my left leg, then straightened it.

In the mirror I saw his eyes follow the movement and thought back to the videos. I turned over further on my side and his gaze shifted to my ass in the fairly tight skirt.

When it hit me I was trying to get my son to look at me, I rolled quickly back to a sitting position and sliding to the edge let my legs drape over so my feet were on the floor.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks Mom. So why are you home early?”

“I.. oh, shit! George is coming over tonight.”

He nodded, but I saw the look in his eyes.

“I figured you were working so that way by the time you came home we would be in bed.” When he didn’t respond, I added, “I know you don’t like him for some reason so figured I would have him over on nights you work late.”

“Thanks.” He sighed.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I patted the bed next to me. “Sit down.”

He sat next to me and putting my arm around him, said “You can tell me.”

“I just don’t like that guy.” He told me.

“George is very nice to me, Alan, he’s not a jerk, you know I wouldn’t be with someone who wasn’t good to me.”

“Not as good as dad was.” He said softly.

“Honey, he was my husband, and your father. There will never be another man who will replace him in my heart, but… I’m only forty four and your dad said he didn’t want me to be alone.”

“I know.” He nodded, “But, well, you never know, you might find someone just like dad.”

“Maybe.” I agreed, “But it still wouldn’t be him.” I slipped my hand up and ran my fingers through his wet hair. “No one will truly replace him, ever.”

“George isn’t even close.”

“George is…” I shrugged. “I’m not sure he’s the one so to speak, but he is nice and he does take care of me.”

“Apparently not in here.” Alan said, “Or you wouldn’t be doing that before he came over.”

“Alan!” I exclaimed, “That’s not very nice to say.”

“Sorry, mom.” He looked at me and I could see he was upset. “I know I said I don’t want to talk about sex with you, and I don’t, but you’re still young and you’re beautiful and the guy you’re with should take good care of you.” He paused and forced out the last word, “Everywhere.”

“Well that’s… up to me.” I said, not sure what else I could say.

“You should be happy mom, in every way.” He surprised me with a sweet kiss on the cheek. “There’s nothing more I want than to see you get what you want.”

“Thank you, baby!” I returned the kiss, “You’re as sweet as your father was.”

“Not where it counts.” He said.

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

He frowned, “Oh, nothing, I just… I don’t know, dad was a little timid sometimes, I think I’m more aggressive.”

“Well nothing wrong with that. But it’s getting close to six. Do you want to eat with me and George?”

“No, I’ll run out for awhile.”

“What’s her name?” I nudged him with my elbow.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No one right now,” he shrugged.

“No? All those cute college girls? How are you not seeing anyone?”

“Maybe I’m not interested in girls my age.” He said, and then stood up, “Well let me get out of your way, I’ll… shit!”

When he stood he dropped the charger onto the floor.

“It went under the bed,” he rolled his eyes and got onto his hands and knees on the floor and reached under the comforter.

His other hand was on my foot and I felt an odd tingling at his touch. I also noticed he didn’t move it as he fumbled under the bed.

“Got it.” He pulled it out, but continued to look under the bed. “Hey you have a stocking under here.”

“Can you get it for me?” I asked, not thinking.

“Sure.” He pulled out something long and black and gasped, “Holy shit!”

My eyes widened and I felt my stomach sink. In his hands was one of the tie ups I had bought last week. Alan looked at the long thin strap with the ankle cuff dangling from it. He dropped it as if it had burned his hand and standing said, “Yeah well, uh, I really have to go now.”

“Alan, I… I can explain!” I told him as if I were the child, not the parent.

“You don’t have to.” He put his hands up, “Really, I would rather you didn’t.” he started walking to the door, and then turned back to me.

“Hey, mom?”

“What is it?” I asked dreading what he might ask.

“You seeing anyone besides George?”

“No, why?”

“Because I sure as hell can’t see that old fart using something like that.”

Grabbing a pillow, I threw it at him. “Don’t be a jerk!” I laughed, glad he was joking about it.

Alan caught the pillow and as he flipped it back at me said, “But I’m not surprised you got that movie for him.”

“Movie?” I felt my heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, George definitely looks like he could have a mommy fetish.” He gave me a wave, “Now I know I need to go somewhere tonight.”

*****

I sat on the bed, hugging my pillow and feeling like an idiot. Not only had my hopes of a hot night gone down the tubes, but I most likely wouldn’t hear from George again. The night started off good, well as good as it could have considering my son had not only caught me masturbating, but had found the straps tied to my bed.

His last comment had told me he’d heard the mommy video, but assumed it was for George. I suppose that was better than his thinking it was for me, but as I was showering it struck me that he had to know I’d been getting off to it.

I’d stopped washing myself as I wondered what he thought and if I should bring it up to him. It was one thing for a twenty year old to acknowledge his mother had sex, but bondage, and worse, incest fantasies?

I debated telling him I’d grabbed it by mistake and just figured I would watch it, but did I want to risk that conversation? Was he somewhere thinking his mother wanted him? I could always use the taboo dirty thrill excuse, but again how did you say that to your son?

I decided to just push it to the side for now and enjoy what would hopefully be a hot night of fulfilled fantasies. Once out of the shower I donned the new lingerie set I had bought. The set was comprised of a skimpy black thong that tied at the sides and a tight black lace top that barely went past my tits, leaving my stomach bare.

The top unbuttoned and I could just imagine lying there, tied to the bed while George, his fingers trembling with excitement, undid the skimpy top, slowly revealing my tits.

I tossed on my short red silk robe that he loved on me and after teasing my hair out and putting my make up on heavier than usual, added a brand new pair of red heels that I planned on leaving on all night.

I went downstairs and started dinner and when I met George at the door, his eyes widened in appreciation and as he presented me with a bouquet of flowers he remarked that he we hadn’t had dinner yet, but he was already thinking of dessert.

That reaction caused me to relax and forget about the scene with Alan and move onto the next phase of the night. I’d bought two bottles of George’s favorite wine and we killed the first one over dinner.

As horny as I was, I took my time over dinner, making general conversation. However, I made sure I got up from the table several times to parade around in front of him. I purposely dropped things in order to bend over and show him my scantily clad ass and leaned over him to show off my tits encased in the sexy black lace top.