Caught By My Son: Date Night Disaster! (ePub)

Wendy talks her best friend into having affairs with young men- after all, it's only fair when your married to a cheater! A wardrobe problem causes Wendy to stop by Vicky's house to change clothes. Vicky's boy toy is Wendy's son, who walks in on his mom changing. What a Date Night Disaster!
The twenty-first book of the Caught By My Son series.
Excerpt
“Can you turn around so I can finish changing?” I said, dropping the whole subject of their “relationship”- right now, I needed to get dressed.
“Why?” Jacob asked me, “Plenty of guys have seen you naked.”
“You know, you shouldn’t talk to me like that,” I said, and without thinking, I raised my finger in anger, “I am still your mother!”
I realized my mistake after it was too late. I had the habit of “talking with my hands” as soon as I get mad, and since my anger was up, I had automatically pointed my finger at Jacob. Of course, as I did this, my breasts were exposed clearly to my son’s view.
“See, you got to see my chest,” I said, my blood boiling, “Now, does that make you happy- seeing your mom’s tits?”
You wanted to embarrass me, well, I can do that a hell of a lot better than you!
“Is that the reason you are fucking Vicky?” I asked him- I was going to let them freely flop around now, since the sight of them vexed him, “Because she looks like me?”
Jacob may have entered this house triumphant, but I knew that I had him now- his face turned red, as he stammered over his words.
“No,” Jacob said, “No, mom, she is, um-”
“You call me a slut because I like men?” I said, as I stepped towards my son, “Well, what do you call a man that fucks women who remind him of his mother?”
The t-shirt he wore seemed like it barely stretched across the breadth of his chest, the light green fabric darkened with sweat, and looking downward, I saw that his jeans had a tightness to them to. He could not have managed to hide the hard on that he had, as it stuck forward a good eight inches or more, despite the tautness of the mud stained fabric.
I paused- I could not help but notice his erection, as a woman that likes dick- but not long enough to get distracted from my anger.
“I don’t know,” Jacob said, his tone not the defiant teenager he usually was, “I just-”
As I spoke, my eyes kept glancing down wards- yes, he was definitely turned on, and I should put something over my chest. Breast are breasts, and men like my firm breasts, so of course a man who was straight would get a hard on when they were six inches away from him.
Especially a man who is fucking a woman like you- even if that man is your son.
I had put him on the spot, in his place, and I really should stop this. Worse than the fact my half naked body was teasing my son, was the fact that I was truly hurting his feelings.
Men might have a mommy fetish, but that does not mean that they even want to admit it to themselves. They can say they find older women attractive for many reasons- that older women know what they want sexually, that they take care of themselves, or that mature women take care of them and their needs. There are younger women like this, too, even if they are rarer. So when a man chooses a woman who is fifty over one who is twenty, when these women are in all other ways similar, than there is only one logical reason. It is because the age difference is the real thing that turns them on, and that is because the woman they are fucking is old enough to be there mother.
And what does that say about me, that I always pick young men- well, this isn’t about me right now!