Well, this is a bit strange for me to share, however, I feel the need to get it off my chest.
So, this happened about four months ago. It was a Thursday evening, my son Steve and I were watching tv after eating dinner. At about 9:30 Steve said he was getting a bit sleepy and had a test the next day so he was going to bed. I had walked into the kitchen to put my glass in the sink, saw the mail on the counter, and saw that Steve had received something from a University (he had applied to a few), and this was his first reply. So, I grabbed it and brought it to his room.
I was kind of excited, so without thinking about knocking, I just opened the door so Steve could open the letter. When I opened the door, I saw my lovely son on the bed, no covers, with his penis in hand stroking away. I said that I was sorry, and walked out. I laid the letter back on the counter and went to bed.
The next morning, when I got up, Steve had already left, he typically will stick around and have breakfast with me, but I was guessing that after last night he might have been a little embarrassed. That evening, I saw Steve when I got home from work, he said that he got the letter, and that he was accepted! Came and gave me a big hug before telling me that he had to go shower and get ready for his date.
Thinking that I would have some time, I had dinner, alone, did some laundry, then went to bed and started to read. I was reading a romance novel. A few chapters into it, I started thinking about the night before. My son was now a man, I hadn't seen his penis since he was maybe 10, and he had grown into a very fine man. I'm not sure why, but after thinking about it for some time, I soon found my hand under the covers. I guess that I had got pretty into it, because I didn't hear Steve come in. When I opened my eyes, I looked up to see Steve standing there, with his eyes the size of grapefruit. I started to apologize, Steve started telling me, he had just got home from his date. When he walked in, he said he heard noise coming from my bedroom and thought something was wrong.
I looked at him, with those beautiful blue eyes of his, and told him, that we all do it, and after seeing him the night before I was feeling the need to take care of business myself.
He continued to look at me, and I was looking at him, then he started to 'adjust' his pants. I asked him if he needed to take care of something. He responded that after going on this date with a girl he really liked, and coming home to see me doing what I was doing, he was starting to get that urge.
I told him, if he wanted, we'd both seen each other already, he could do it next to me. He gave me a funny look, but I smiled and padded the bed next to me. He told me he had to go brush his teeth first. I said, 'alright, when you're ready just come on in.' After he left, I didn't want to go back to doing what I was doing, I thought I'd save that in case he actually did come back.
About five minutes later, the door opened, Steve walked in, wearing only a pair of boxers. He looked at me and asked if I was ready. I lifted the sheets on the other side of the bed and again, padded the bed for him to come over. He climbed into bed with me, pulled down his underwear, and started to stroke. I told him he should slow things down, and maybe he could watch me first, then I'd watch him.
So, he stopped and looked over at me. After a couple of minutes, I asked if he wanted to help. He seemed to know what I was talking about, because he reached over and stuck a finger in, then two. I was in heaven. After I had completed three really great orgasms, I said, 'ok, your turn now,' and rolled over, onto my side, reached over and started to slide my hand up and down his shaft. Every few seconds, his eyes would look over at me and smile.
After he finished, he asked me if he could stay the night. I told him of course, and rolled over onto my other side. We spooned for a good few hours that night.
Since this night has happened, we've spent a few more evenings together. We've even planned 'date nights' where I would prepare dinner, and after eating, we'd sit on the sofa and watch a movie together. After the movie, we'd go to bed together. We haven't had sex, and we're not going to.
I know many wouldn't approve of this behavior, but our relationship has become so much better, we had a good relationship before, but it's only grown since.