Caught By My Son: Blowing The Boys! (ePub)

Kim was raised by hippies, and she has always enjoyed teaching ballet- especially to boys. Her husband, a gruff refinery worker, dismisses her interests as liberal hogwash. Little does he know that she teaches more than dance in her studio- and little does Kim know that her special technique is about to discovered by her son!
Excerpt
It was too late to change what had happened. No matter what resulted, I could not take back my lustful actions.
I was the teacher, and the mother, the one who was normally in charge. Though we were all legally adults, my extra quarter century of living- and the positions of authority I held over both Oliver and Shane- usually meant that they deferred to me. Oliver had never denied my leadership, especially since we started having oral sex- and though my son did argue with me sometimes, he almost always eventually gave into me now.
This was not normal territory, not a normal situation for a mother to find herself in with her son. There were no rules here- none that were natural and just assumed, nor those written by Dr. Spock or any of the other “experts” on child development or family psychology.
Shane just kept looking at me- I wasn’t sure exactly what was in his face.
Was it disgust, or was it something deeper?
They say that sons always naturally lust after their mothers, and a lot of mothers too do have sexual lingerings towards their sons.
I can’t say that I really did- I would have been blind not to notice that Shane had developed into a good looking young man, and I swore that a few pairs of my stockings had disappeared to somewhere else other than the cavernous pit of the dryer. Past that, though, I nor my son had ever shown the slightest inklings towards any incestuous feelings. It was just like with my own parents- though they never made an effort to hide nudity, or even their sexual practices, even the sight of my father’s cock flopping around had never drawn more than the natural looks of curiosity. I knew my father had a cock, and I knew that it was able to make my mother and their sexual partners happy (who couldn’t hear the moans at two AM?), but I can’t say that I ever looked at it with lust.
“You can look at her,” Oliver said, “It’s alright.”
Maybe my son was unsure, maybe Lucas was unsure- he had already zipped himself back up- but this former captain of the local hockey team took command.
“Oliver, come on, man,” Shane said- he was now unsure of what was going to happen, “She’s my mom.”
“So?” Oliver said, as if I may as well been any woman in the world, “What difference does that make?”
Where is Oliver going with this?
“Seriously, Shane, we all know your mom is hot,” Oliver said, almost laughing- he was making no move to cover himself, or his cock, which was already starting to swell back up, “You don’t have to lie and say that she isn’t, just because she is your mom.”
“Yes, but-” Shane tried to say, but Oliver cut him off.
“Look, Shane, you said once my mom was hot,” Oliver said, “Remember?”
“I do,” Shane confessed, “That’s different though.”
“How’s that?” Oliver said, “Because it was my mom you thought was hot?”
“No, not that,” Shane said, “I just…”
“Shane, you think for a minute if I didn’t see my mom naked, I wouldn’t look?” Oliver asked.
“Of course I would,” Oliver said, “And your mom is hot. Ms. Kim, show him your tits.”