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Testing the waters (taboo)I’m not sure how many Mothers have encountered a curious minded Son, but I knew that Michael was certainlypaying more attention to me as he grew older. It all began one warm summer day in 2014.I had just turned 49 when I noticed Michael staring at my legs one afternoon as I sat reading a magazine. My years in gymnastics and ‘cheer’ was kind to my shape as I matured in life. Standing 5’7″ I was blessed with a shapely, toned figure that I was still proud of. My best asset was no doubt my legs which were still full and firm.I’ve always carried myself as a kind and warm Mother who does her best to make her family happy and content. Raised in a loving household, my thought were wholesome,…yet tainted by unrelenting sexual desires.As I silently observed Michaels stares I was reminded of a situation I witnessed as a teen in N.H.,… back in the 70’s, involving a Mother and her son. Flashes of seeing them kiss and grope on the sofa have always entered my psyche, whether invited or not. At the time I found it strange and almost upsetting but as time passed, I began to feel a bit aroused by the unique situation,… recalling their willingness to indulge without the expected hesitation.A subject and event, I never discussed with my Husband… and rarely shared. As I sat silently reading a rush of arousal swept over my body seeing Michael so intensely focused on his Mothers legs. At first I brushed it off and continued reading. As I turned a page I looked up to catch him still gazing away,… not aware of my discovery. I shifted my eyes a few times, readjusted my positioning,…and kept reading. As I tried to focus my mind flashed back to New Hampshire and Mrs. Coggins and her son David.A slight rush of arousal stimulated me, a brief moment of dizziness followed. I slowly lowered the magazine so that I could view over top. Michaels eyes were shifting from the TV, back to my legs. I was now,…. intrigued.My heart rate increased slightly as I began to give thought to admiration of his Mothers shape…. but how could he? I waited in hopes his morals would return like a wave of awakening, but I didn’t see any change in his focus or attention. It was too much to evaluate in such a short period of time. I took a deep breath and continued reading.Michael stood and headed towards the kitchen; ‘ Do you need anything Mother? ‘,… he asked.I just nodded my head; ‘No’,…silently. When he turned the corner I looked down at my dress,… and with a sense of guilt,… I raised it slightly,…and them crossed my left leg over… and waited for his return.As he walked into the Den, I saw his eyes dart to my legs once again. I gulped a bit and tried not to look aware of his attention. He sat back down but closer this time, in a chair nearby. As I read further, I caught him a few more times,…clearly focused on my swaying calf.I was in a blue dress and blouse, with Suntan pantyhose on, I love hosiery.As I swayed my calf intentionally, it did draw his attention even further. I was a bit flustered,…and a bit aroused too. I tried to conform but my mind was racing with thoughts,… taboo thoughts.Michael is our only Son, now in his teens and full of energy. Much like his father in many ways which led me to think he might have a leg attraction as well. As a teen myself years ago, I used my legs to lure others into sexual situations, some beyond their control. I was quite the seductress in my days and perhaps my talents are rearing their head once again.I looked over at Michael and as I casually flipped to bahis firmaları the next page, I recrossed my legs…. a bit slower this time.He watched every move I made. My heart jumped a beat,… I looked away from him trying to remain calm,…but he was truly lusting his mothers legs/ omg.I waited a few days as I pondered the unique attraction that he was feeling,… and evaluating my own reaction as well.I had to admit to myself that I found it all very exciting, yet forbidden too. I spent hours recalling the events I witnessed years ago which sent tingles down my spine,… the pleasant kind I might add. I came to the conclusion that Michael is just curious and that my own judgement may be off course. Knowing my past experiences still haunted me I brushed off his sudden curiosity as being normal,… and continued on with my motherly duties,… but with lingering thoughts.A few days had passed when he invited me to go canoeing with him one warm summer day. His father was out of town so I decided I would attend. When Tuesday arrived he was running around the house gathering his supplies for the trip. I reminded him it was a 3 hour canoe experience and to pack lightly.As I stood in our bedroom, I began to think,…differently. As I went through my drawers I selected some shorts and a blouse for the trip. I instantly recalled his attention to my blue dress, and just a few days ago.My mind slid down the slippery slope of arousal but only briefly as I pulled out my denim shorts,…so tattered and a bit skimpy as well. I paused for a moment of mental adjustment as I pondered whether I had the nerve to wear them in front of Michael,…my Son. ‘Daisy dukes’ they are,… as I tried them on in the mirror.I turned to see my cheeks were slightly exposed yet they embrace my shape so kindly. My tanned thighs looked so sexy peering from under the denim as I strolled in front of the mirror even more. I selected a blouse, grabbed a belt,…and I put it on.I knew I had to at least test his reaction to these shorts, before I was going to expose myself so freely in front of him. I pulled them down as far as I could to conceal flesh that a mother wouldn’t display. Once I had them in position I decided I would stroll through the house, to access his reaction. I was nervous.I slid my sandals on, adjusted my shorts once again,… and exited our bedroom. The clicking of my sandals is all I heard as I made my way down the hall. I paused at the corner,…’ What am I doing? ‘… I asked myself.I took a deep breath, and walked into the kitchen. as I entered Michaels eyes immediately shifted to my legs and his silence was nerve racking. I did my best to remain calm as I continued with my preparation, grabbing cold water bottles from the fridge.’ It’s gonna be hot today Michael,… I’ll grab three for you too ‘… I said softly, as I bent slightly over to fetch them from the refrigerator door. I could feel my denim shorts hugging my ass and rising slightly as I reached further.’ Silence ‘… was all I heard.As I walked out of the kitchen I saw through a nearby mirror,… Michael was looking at my ass as I exited.I walked up to the bedroom hall area,… and almost collapsed.’ Oh my god’,…he IS looking… I whispered to myself,… my hands, shaking.I pondered whether I could walk this path, but as I regained my composure, I knew I wanted to forge onward… my curiosity,… overwhelming.As we gathered our things Michael was now terribly distracted. As I talked with him before leaving the house he was so,….. preoccupied. I did my kaçak iddaa best to play it cool as a Mother would, but his wandering eyes were canvasing every inch of my body now. His broken sentences were evident that he was truly,… a bit mesmerized by my attire. Again,… I played it off as nothing,… but I knew I was taunting my own Son.As we made our way to the river, the thirty minute drive seemed like forever.Michael was stealing glances continuously as we cruised towards Canal Fulton. My tanned thighs were so exposed as I casually bent my left leg, pulling it up for a better viewing angle. He was glued to it.I briefly glanced his way to catch him so intently focused on his mothers legs. Taking it a step further I oiled them prior to leaving the house,… knowing the ‘cast’ would draw his attention even more.His words were muffled and unorganized,… and I knew why. My heart was thumping.As we arrived the man running the livery was so kind and helpful. He too noticed my denim shorts and wasn’t as shy about taking in the view. Michael seemed a bit flustered by his boldness and persistent stares.When he discovered it was a Mother son adventure,… I could see his mind working,… I remained complacent.As we boarded the canoe my shorts were rather unforgiving,… exposing some cheek as I climbed in.I quickly adjusted them with an audible as well; ‘ Oh my Michael, I wore the wrong shorts ‘ I said as I sat down,…red faced now.’ Your fine Mom,… no one saw it ‘… he added. I giggled inside; ‘ Everyone saw that. ‘ I took the stern and Michael was up front as we left for the journey. Our life preservers were a bit cumbersome and we decided to ditch them once out of sight. We are both great swimmers,… in a shallow river.As I pulled mine off I grabbed my blouse a bit and my cleavage poured out like water.’ Oh whoops ‘ …. I called out,… Michaels eyes,…saw it all. His jaw dropped slightly but quickly retained as I looked his way.’Sorry honey’,… I whispered as I reached for an Oar.He silently paddled,… and didn’t say a word for 5 minutes I’m betting. I began to feel I had made a mistake in my judgement regarding his taboo attraction. I too remained quietly paddling.I looked down at my thighs when he wasn’t looking my way. I wasn’t over exposed but certainly showing more flesh than most mothers would, that’s for sure. About 10 minutes had passed when Michael volunteered to take the stern and steer, so I could read my book I brought along. He wasn’t aware what my real intention was, but he was going to find out and soon. As we shifted places I passed by him and lost my balance brushing up against him, his hand briefly braced my leg, his hand on my bare thigh.’ Careful Mother ‘… he said,…his eyes were WIDE with thoughts… as I passed by him. His focus was sooooo intent on my legs. ‘ My oh my ‘… I said to myself. Perhaps I wasn’t wrong in my thoughts after all.As I leaned to grab the bow my shorts were now riding right up my ass,… my cheeks were out in full bloom. It took everything I had not to reach back and adjust them,…. but I didn’t. When I plopped down,… Michael was in a daze,… that ‘thousand yard stare of sorts.’….but silent.As I sat my legs were slightly parted as I reached for my book I had in my purse. My denim shorts were unforgiving as they rode even further my thighs. I acted like I adjusted them,… but I didn’t at all.’ Paddle slowly Son,… I want to take our time ‘… I said as I opened my book,…trying to look preoccupied.Michaels stroke became very slow, his mouth kaçak bahis somewhat ajar,… his eyes glued to my crotch,… as we quietly were swept down the river. I leaned back and rested my head on the preserver and got more comfy.Michaels eyes didn’t miss a thing… my heart was pounding out of my chest / truly.As I read,… I was more focused on positioning,…100 %. The words I was reading were not even registering at all, I was so preoccupied….so much so. Michael did his best to refrain from staring at his mother but his efforts were failing him. I was so surprised by his attention,… that I truly wasn’t reading one word now.I would wait about 3 minutes,… and then turn a page. Not reading one word.Michael was darting his eyes from me to the river,..back and forth,..captivated by my carelessness and my willingness to allow such exposure.’ I think I wore the wrong shorts today Michael ‘… I whispered,… not even daring to raise my head. He didn’t utter a sound.As we made our way down river I was slowly settling further into the crevice of the bow and my legs grew wider in time. I realized now,… that a very prevalent ‘camel toe’ was presenting itself,… and something I couldn’t fix either. I tried to remain calm, bit I knew my exposure was over the top,..and by now his mind was working in overdrive.A few minutes passed when I manages the nerve to sway my legs slightly,… open and closed,…ever so slightly,…as we made our way down river.He didn’t utter a sound. If one held a stethoscope to the canoe,…you would have heard two very strong heart beats.I was getting a bit dizzy myself buy allowing such a view to exist… but knew it was too late to adjust myself.I was so into my book,…holding it up a bit higher than normal,…to conceal my reddened face of embarrassment… my thighs,… swaying back and forth.I did my best to remain calm but my arousal level was peaking.’ He IS into his mother,… he IS checking me out,… he IS aroused,… I see his erection,…poking in his shorts.’ OMG’,… I kept saying to myself,… over and over,… as he paddled us down stream. He spent the afternoon just a few feet away from his Mother,… who is so under dressed and exposed.His silence was overwhelming at times. I could see his eyes darting to my open legs,… staring intently,… I was almost ready to faint with shock,… yet my arousal level kept me alert.Intermediate splashes came from his oar as he lost focus, splashing me with water. I knew it was intentional,… my heart raced even faster. My blouse was getting wet, and my nipples were beginning to appear,… hardened by his attention to me. A few more splashes made them even more evident.As he silently paddled down stream.My mind was cooking by now. I was now surely convinced that Michael had no trouble adjusting to my carelessness and wasn’t looking away,… but was intensely amused. I fought, battling moral decisions while holding my position in place,… unwavering. Every Mother instincts were being exploited to the point of no return,… yet I didn’t feel threatened, no sense of guilt or remorse.For three long hours I silently exposed myself to my teen aged Son, as I tested his intentions while exploring my own sense of morals,… weakened by desire. It was truly the most erotic, forbidden thing I’ve ever encountered. His liking sent me over the edge with thoughts of my next move towards pursuing whatever occurs. I remained calm throughout the trip but my heart was racing,… my mind was too…………………. and my pussy was soaked*I was already planning my next move,… ‘testing the waters’,…*** I will continue writing for those who are interested in what occurred next. I don’t write fiction,… the truth is more appealing. / CarrieAnn

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