Emma's Obsession

Emma's son Daniel was upset about something. She asked him what was bothering him, but Daniel refused to tell her. The formerly jovial 18 year old seemed to be in the throes of a deep depression.

Emma worried about the teen's new sullen attitude. When Daniel told her that he had quit the varsity basketball team she was shocked. Her son loved basketball. Emma knew that teenagers were prone to moodiness and that high school was filled with highs and lows, but this seemed to be something more serious. Eventually the 40 year old mother contacted Daniel's high school counselor to discuss the situation.

The councilor was reluctant to discuss Daniel's situation over the telephone, "Misses Silver, let's make an appointment. How is tomorrow afternoon?" Emma agreed. The afternoon meeting would mean that she'd miss some time at work, but her son's change in attitude was so stark that Emma had to investigate.

When she arrived at the school Mr. Simpson met her at the main office before escorting her to his own smaller workplace. "She's gorgeous," he thought as Emma introduced herself. Her tasteful makeup highlighted bright blue eyes and her lipstick covered lips looked soft and moist. Emma's long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail reminded the chubby man of an actress he had admired for years. He was smitten.

As the unlikely pair walked down the hall, the councilor slowed until he trailed behind Emma. He found himself staring at the shape of her body in the business woman's attire. She was a little thicker than the younger girls around the school but her proportions were no less enticing than the teens that he usually ogled. Emma's black skirt hugged her wide hips and the councilor chuckled when he saw a passing male student turn to admire the sway of her ass as she walked. Simpson certainly couldn't blame the boy. He loved a generous ass as well.

Simpson enjoyed following Emma through the school -so much so that he had to be careful not to be caught staring at her when they passed students and faculty in the hall. From behind he could see the outline of her bra strap beneath her white blouse. He couldn't see her large round breasts, of course, but he would gladly settle for the view of her ass cheeks under the fabric of her skirt. He noticed her panty line and wondered if Emma wore a conservative pair of cotton undies or if her pussy was hidden under a pair of sexy underthings. The older man knew that he would picture the middle aged woman's sexy blond ponytail, firm wide behind, and large soft breasts when he stroked his cock before going to bed that night.

Mr. Simpson looked uncomfortable as he sat in his office chair, and the lecherous thoughts he had been having about Emma were only part of the reason. Simpson knew that Daniel's problem was an awkward and embarrassing one and he didn't relish talking to the boy's mother about it. "Mrs. Silver, I'm not really sure of a delicate way to tell you about this." The balding older man was obviously uncomfortable with the situation and his hesitation caused Emma to anticipate terrible news. "You see Mrs. Silver; there have been some pictures that have created quite a stir here at school. I can assure you that the staff is taking the situation very seriously and when we catch the perpetrator, we will take immediate action."

"Pictures?" Emma was unsure what the councilor was getting at. "What pictures?"

"Well, Mrs. Silver, it is all very unseemly and we really couldn't have anticipated what happened, but..." He hesitated, unwilling to share the information with the attractive middle age mother. Emma felt ready to burst.

"Please. What are you talking about?" The councilor's uncomfortable demeanor made Emma's heart race.

"It seems, ma'am, that someone brought a camera into the boys changing room. There are pictures of the boys taken while they were changing after basketball practice. Naked pictures, Mrs. Silver. The pictures have been posted on Facebook."

"Pictures of my son? On the Internet?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm very sorry. We've contacted the police but they say that there is nothing they can do. The boys in the pictures are 18 years old, so no crime has been committed- no major crime, at least."

"What you you doing yo help the boys, Mr. Simpson? You have a whole team of boys who have been through a very embarrassing and trying experience. High school is difficult enough for teenage boys without this sort of embarrassment."

Mr. Simpson looked helpless at his desk. His expression told the attractive mother everything that she wanted to know. He couldn't do anything to help her son.

Emma eyed the councilor angrily. "I just don't see how you can let down all these boys like this. The whole basketball team, humiliated." She was exasperated.

Mr. Simpson caught his breath. "Most of the boys seem to be doing okay with it, Mrs. Silver. It's really just Daniel."

Emma was surprised by the councilor's statement. Why should her son be the only one upset by the pictures? She had never known him to be a frail or easily offended person. If anything, Daniel had always been popular and confident. Emma was certain there was more than what the counselor had let on. "I'd like to see those pictures, Mr. Simpson."

The fat bald man initially resisted Emma's request to see the web site, but eventually the stern mother convinced -perhaps intimidated- Mr. Simpson to let her view the page. She took the man's chair in front of the monitor as the site loaded. It was a Facebook account under the name "B-Ball Peeper".

When Emma saw the pictures, she was startled. The boys were obviously unaware that they were being photographed as they casually moved from the showers to their lockers. Emma had never viewed pornography and had only seen her husband naked, so the pictures of the young men were a revelation to her. Their athletic physiques were so muscular and firm while Emma's husband, Rodney, was flabby and weaker by comparison.

Even more than the trim athletic bodies, though, Emma's eyes were drawn to the young mens' flaccid penises. She found herself short of breath as she looked at them. They were so large compared to her husband's meager dick. The young cocks hung majestically between the boys' trim thighs and Emma couldn't help but notice that all of these young men were much larger than Rodney -two or three times larger. For the first time in her life the beautiful mother realized that the mate she had chosen was poorly endowed. The pictures were explicit proof that other men did not have a tiny button peeking shyly from behind a tangle of pubic hair. A real man's penis, Emma now knew, hung down heavily over large and beautiful balls.

She studied the boys in the pictures. They were barely grown -eighteen and nineteen years old- but sexually Emma they were more man than the husband that she shared her bed with. Emma had known many of these boys for years, but she would think of them the same way again. Her pussy became wet as she ogled the young men -boys who had grown up with her own son.

Emma noticed Tim Wilson, who had vacationed with her family two summers ago. His body was muscular and smooth, like a movie star. The 19 year-old's penis was shaven and she examined it clinically. In another picture she saw David Lewis who was always so quiet and shy. His cock was even larger and uncircumcised. Emma had butterflies. The thick prnis looked so powerful and masculine. She would have never guessed that such beauty had existed practically under her nose. She stared at the photos much longer than could reasonably be thought appropriate, but Emma was too engrossed in her task to notice.

There were dozens of photographs. How they were taken without the boys noticing she couldn't guess. In them, the teens were nonchalant and playful. They seemed completely comfortable being naked in the locker room. The lone exception was Emma's son Daniel, who seemed ill at ease. In the first images, Daniel covered himself with a towel while the other boys seemed open with their nakedness. As the progression of pictures continued, he faced the wall to dress. Daniel looked out of place among the smiling teens. His bashfulness was conspicuous.

The attractive mother scrolled down the page eyeing the photos hungrily. In one of the later images Daniel had moved to the far end of the locker room and was facing away from the group. The picture was taken after Emma's son had lowered his towel, just before pulling up his boxer shorts. A mirror was visible to Daniel's left and the unfortunately placed reflection revealed what the 18 year old had hoped to hide. There was little doubt as to why Emma's son was so upset. Despite having turned to face the wall, the mirror revealed the Daniel had inherited his father's tiny penis, and now the entire school knew it.

Mr. Simpson, the councilor, watched Emma as she looked through the web site. Her face became flush and her breathing was shallow. The beautiful housewife's large nipples hardened indicating her arousal to the older man. The councilor imagined her forbidden thoughts and he became aware of a sudden sexual air in the office. Simpson's cock grew stiff.

The councilor stood behind Emma's left shoulder as she sat at the computer. From this position, Mr. Simpson was able to look down her sweater and gaze undetected at the deep cleavage formed by the housewife's large breasts. Emma's ornate bra was visible beneath the cotton and he ached for a better look at the delicate white lace. As she lingered on each photograph he knew she was becoming aroused and the thought turned him on. Simpson had not been with a woman in several years and never with one as desirable as the sexy blonde that was sitting in his chair.

Suddenly Emma's expression changed and Mr. Simpson felt the sexual tension vanish from the small office. When the housewife her son's humiliation, Emma's motherly instinct overrode her arousal. She was horrified as she thought about Daniel and the shame he must have felt when the pictures were passed among his classmates. She felt a powerful motherly need to protect her son from such a terrible indignity and a sense of helplessness knowing that there was little she could do to shield her only child. As Emma left the school feeling defeated, she did not know whether to be angry or to cry.

Months passed but Emma never told Daniel about her meeting with the school counselor, and she never told her husband about the cause of their son's sudden change in demeanor. The sexy mother did however save the photographs from B-Ball Peeper's Facebook page -all except for the one that showed her son's small member. She stored them in a hidden folder on her computer and masturbated to the sexy images when she was sure that she would not be interrupted.

Emma often thought about the large size difference between the young men and the only penis she had ever known -her husband's. She became convinced that his skinny 4-inches were too small to pleasure her. Perhaps if she would have known she would have married a man with a larger penis. The wife of twenty years became angry when she thought about the sexual pleasure she had been denied, and she became furious that Rodney had cursed her only son with an embarrassing little cock as well.

As months passed, Emma found herself disgusted by Rodney's pudgy body. The attractive mother began withholding sex from her husband, and after several months he began begging her for intercourse. Emma found a perverse pleasure denying her husband. She hated his Rodney's cheesy mustache and the way her fretted over his hair each morning. When he walked around in his underwear she couldn't help looking scornfully at the tiny bulge that hung below his flabby belly. Her husband was so inadequate compared to the studs in those pictures. He was a weakling and a whiner. Emma's eyes had been opened.

The middle-aged beauty found herself becoming obsessed with the pictures of the boys in the locker room and her fantasies soon centered on bedding one of the teens. She wondered what it would feel like to have sex with a well-hung stud. Instead she was stuck with an unattractive and unassertive little man.

As his mother spiraled deeper and deeper into lust, Daniel managed to overcome the funk caused by the photographs. Emma was proud of him for seemingly moving past the humiliating incident. Daniel began spending time with some of his friends again and his school work improved until his grades were back to the level they had been months ago. Emma did notice, however, that Daniel no longer played basketball and although he had been popular with girls before the pictures were posted, the co-eds in his class now paid him little mind. He no longer dated at all.

Emma was excited for her son as graduation neared. She volunteered to chaperone the "safe-grad" party at the school gymnasium. This all-night party was planned to reduce the risk of drinking and driving incidents that had occurred during graduations in the past. It was a chance for the seniors to have fun in a safe environment and, although she was loathe to admit it, it was a chance for Emma to admire the young basketball players once again.

She couldn't have said why, but Emma made an appointment at an expensive beauty salon at the mall the day of the graduation function. Once there, she found herself signing up for a full makeover treatment. The deluxe treatment included a professional hairstylist, makeup expert and a wardrobe advisor.

At the salon Emma sat in the soft chair waiting to be pampered. She was excited to treat herself to the makeover and she was especially excited to look her best for the function later that evening. "Is your husband taking you out on the town tonight?" asked the first stylist, noticing Emma's wedding ring. Emma's shook her head coyly. "Oh, someone special on the side! Nice." She gave Emma a knowing wink.

The housewife felt herself blush. Of course she hadn't planned a rendezvous with a lover, but it was exciting to think that the stylist thought so. She felt naughty and sexy and as the other stylists and advisors tittered over her hair and makeup. They each smiled knowingly when they talked about Emma meeting a man outside of her marriage. To these women the idea of sneaking away for an affair seemed to be a daring act of defiance, not a moral lapse to be frowned upon. Finding herself the center of attention, the sexy housewife told and retold a little white lie about her upcoming date that evening.

As she got caught up in the moment, Emma invented a detailed story about planning to meet a man from work for the first time -a younger man. The normally shy housewife told the salon gossips about her ongoing flirtation with a sexy young intern who just happened to look exactly like David Lewis, her favorite from the collection of locker room photos. Emma invented specifics about her new boy toy's confident manner and rugged looks and she whispered a salacious tale about kissing the younger guy and the naughty emails that followed. In Emma's fictional account, her soon-to-be lover had seduced her and teased her for months until she could hardly stand the anticipation of consummating their relationship sexually.

Emma began to get turned on by her own sexy story. As the women egged her on, she told them how her young lover had brazenly felt her breasts on one occasion and how they had almost been caught by another staff member. She had kissed him twice, she said, and he was a fantastic kisser. Emma told how, in the middle of an important meeting, she had felt a foot from across the table rub against her inner thigh. She said her imaginary lover's toes had slowly reached her panties and found them soaking wet. When she looked across the table, the young intern grinned at her, knowingly.

As the makeover continued Emma told the salon staff how the young man had whispered naughty scenarios in her ear and had dared her to give him her panties. She blushed with feigned embarrassment as she told them explicit details of an ongoing flirtation that was surely inappropriate for a married woman. They loved it.

Emma told the hairdressers how she had often admired the large bulge in the young man's pants, and how he would smirk at her when he caught her staring. Emma even found herself detailing how small her husband's penis was and how exciting she found the idea of a man-sized cock. The ladies at the salon giggled and smiled. They assured her that it would be the most amazing sex of her life when she was finally penetrated by a big manly penis.

After the makeover, a fashion adviser took Emma through the mall's many clothing stores. They picked out several revealing outfits that Emma would have never considered purchasing. It was fun being so naughty. In a moment of guilt, she wondered what had come over her, but the feeling soon passed as the two women got caught up in the excitement of shopping.

That night, Emma dressed in one of her daring new outfits. The revealing ensemble was more risqué than anything she would have dared wear a few months earlier. She secretly hoped some of the teens might admire her body later at safe-grad. There was no harm in that, she rationalized.

Her son, Daniel, had already left for a friend's house before the grad party. Once again, he did not have date for the function, she noticed. Would his father's legacy doom her son to a chaste marriage and wife who wished for more? Emma felt sorry for Daniel and also for her future daughter-in-law. "And if his wife were to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere," Emma thought as she completed her makeup, "who could blame her?"

She walked past her husband and received a chaste peck on the cheek. The chubby middle-aged insurance salesman was too engrossed in his sitcoms to realize that his wife was about to leave the house dressed like a tart. Emma's blouse might have been modest enough if she had bothered to use the top three buttons, but as she wore it, it revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Rodney, who had become so accustomed to being rebuffed sexually by his wife, didn't even notice.

She bent to sit in her car and felt a little tingle of arousal. "I'm just going to tease them a little," she told herself. In addition to the sheer blouse, Emma wore her shortest and tightest skirt and a pair of lace stockings and garters. The outlines of the garter straps were visible beneath the fabric of the tight fitting skirt and Emma got a little thrill when she thought that the boys would notice.

When she arrived at the school Emma noticed the increased attention she received due to her choice of attire. She could feel dozens of lustful stares and an equal number of judgmental ones. Emma knew that her tight skirt and revealing blouse would cause a stir at the school. After all, most mothers didn't wear 2" heels and "fuck-me outfits." Emma felt empowered. She enjoyed the attention as she walked from the hall to the gymnasium. The housewife, who had lived such a modest and conservative life, felt like a runway model with all the eyes upon her.

The gymnasium was darker than the chaperones and teachers would have liked. It was hard to keep an eye on the couples paired off in the dark corners of the gymnasium and a broken bottle of rye whiskey in the hall made it clear that smuggled booze was present as well. Oh well, Emma thought, at least none of the teens would be driving -they had been made to surrender their keys at the door.

Daniel overheard some of his friends as they spied his mother entering the gym. "Damn, what I wouldn't do to fuck that," said Tim Wilson, Daniel's former best friend. The boys around Tim laughed and agreed. They had been Daniel's closest friends and teammates but now he felt like an outcast -all because of those damned pictures. "Those tits are amazing," said another of the boys, and everyone agreed as they leered at Emma. Daniel blushed.