Sleepover incest

“Mom!” Hollered Seth as I was laying in the bathtub, soaking up the fresh salts I had just bought earlier. “Can Jesse spend the night?” He crept into the bathroom with a big grin on his face and sat at the edge of the tub. “Pleeeeeeeeeeze?” He begged and held his hands up as if he were praying to the Heavens to make it happen. “We want to watch this scary movie that’s on Showtime and it’s supposed to be awesome.
“I thought you were hanging out at work after he got off.” I bellowed and sat up just enough to let my nipples bob in and out of the water and lay my head back against the cold porcelain. “What am I supposed to do? I was going to pig out on ice cream and watch Lifetime.” I noticed Seth was only half listening as my eyes were closed and when I peeked out of my right eye my own 17 year old son was staring at my breasts as if he had never seen them before.

Seth had been in the bathroom many times while I was relaxing but he was getting older and more and more curious. We had sex talks here and there but as a single mother I just didn’t always know what to say. He walks around the house in his boxers and nothing seems to bother him at all but I did teach him that the body is something beautiful and should not be coveted. Unable to practice what I teach, I caught him the other day masturbating in his room and found myself watching him in awe. I had chalked it up to the love a mother has for a son and the realisation that he is becoming a man, not to mention he was built like his father, muscular and well endowed.