My son Beau was a sweet, helpful boy as a youngster, but when he reached his teens he became more difficult. Skipping school, smoking marijuana, he had a few brushes with the law. I was at my breaking point trying to deal with him. Worried he'd never graduate high school much less go to college. I considered sending him to live with his father more than a few times.

When he scr**ed by high school I was surprised. That June he turned 18, still refusing to get a job I began making plans to get him out of my house. With 3 weeks vacation in July I figures it would be a good time to bring the hammer down. Standing in the kitchen the first morning of my time off I gave him zan ultimatum. Get a job or get out he had 2 weeks. In typical Beau style he tried to talk his way out.

"Mom." He said standing up and coming over to rub my shoulders. "I'll get a job later, this is my summer.' " No" I replied determined to be strong, he'd played me many times before. "2 weeks!" Not wanting my resolve to slip I quickly went to my bedroom and shut the door. In my bathroom I got into the shower. Feeling pretty good, I'd said my peace and not let him talk me out of it. Letting the hot water run over the back of my head I began to relax.

"Mom" he said. I jumped and started to turn. He pushed himself up against me hugging and holding me against him. I could feel his smooth chest against my back, what I thought was his jeans pressing against my bottom.

"Beau, what are you doing in here?" I asked.

He brought his chin to my shoulder and whispered "Making you feel good." Giving my neck a kiss,

"No, Beau," I gasped "This isn't right." He slipped a hand up my body, cupping my breast and running his thumb over the nipple, I felt it tingle and respond, hardening into a little peak.

"Please." I moaned with very little conviction "stop."

He rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, giving it a little pinch. Kissing and licking the water droplets from my neck and shoulder. "Do you really want me to stop?" He asked cupping both breasts and teasing my nipples. I felt myself push back against him rubbing my bottom on his hard cock. I could feel it under his jeans.

"Yes." I sighed, "No... Oh Yes Beau."

We stood there under the water for several minutes. My knees feeling weak as he caressed me. Slipping a hand between my legs and running his fingers over and through my pussy. "Mmm shaved" he moaned. He trained his hands around to my backside, I pushed my bottom out and leaned forward little giving him access between my legs. I heard a little snap noise and then the long slow sound of a zipper going down.

I tensed a little and started to straighten up. He slid his hand down my bottom and between my legs grazing my brown pucker and slipping 2 fingers over my clit. I leaned forward again. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit. Dipping just the head into me going a little deeper each time. I pushed back desperate to feel him inside me. "Please." I rasped huskily.

With a groan he gasped my hips pulling me onto him as he pushed in. I bit my bottom lip and moaned. It had been quite sometime for me, it felt incredible. He reached around and rubbed my clit as he began stroking in and out if me. I put my hands on the cool tiles for balance and met his strokes. "Yes, yes, yes." I encouraged. Our bodies making a clapping noise as they slapped together. The tempo getting faster and faster. I could feel his cock beginning to twitch.

"Cone in me Beau. Come in Mommy." I gasped my pussy throbbing around his shaft. With a few more thrusts he moaned "Yes, Mommy" and filled me with jet after jet, I could feel it squeezing out around him.

Breathing hard we leaned against the tile wall as his cock grew soft and slipped out.

"Thank you, Mom, I've wanted that a long time" he smiled.

Taking him by the hand I lead him to my bed, smuggled together we did something we hadn't done in a long time. Talked. He told me he'd been thinking about sex with me since he was 14. He'd started smoking marijuana trying to not think about it.

Over the next 3 weeks we had sex a couple times a day. He really cut back on the weed. He said he didn't need it anymore. By September he expressed interest in trade school. Auto mechanics.

That was 3 years ago. He's now a certified mechanic working for a local auto dealership. He's got an exemplary work history and attendance record. Almost every morning he gets a little incentive to keep on track and in the evening a reward for a good day. I've started wearing just a little robe at home to make it easier for my boy to get what he needs.