The irresistible aroma of freshly ground coffee! Maybe not as irresistible as the thought of rubbing lotion into the greatest pair of tits on earth, even if they belonged to his mother, Lee’s heart machine-gunned, his knees weak, as he tried to will his erection away.
Again he didn’t see her coming in, and he didn’t hear her because she was barefoot and barely clothed. All he did see, while he waited for his rich black brew, was his mother’s flimsy black Brazilian bikini land on the worktop beside him.
‘Close your eyes,’ she said, her seemingly feather-light hands now resting on his shoulders. Lee gulped, his heart stammering, and a croak escaped his lips.
‘Oh god…’
But her laugh sounded so sweet. Surely there was no great intention in what she was doing here, other than playing another of her heart-pounding pranks.
‘Are they closed?’
‘Yes.’
‘Turn around,’ she commanded, twirling him carefully by the shoulders, until his back was up against the worktop. ‘Now hold out your hands, palms up…’
Then came the all too familiar sound of that plastic sun screen bottle, its gloopy contents churning back and forth as Stevie shook vigorously. And then the sensation of the cool lotion filling each palm, one at a time.
‘Mum, you’re f-
She shushed him, her hands now guiding his by the wrists, to turn upward facing out. And then her full firm tits filled his hands, slipping and sliding as the lotion warmed. Stevie jiggled playfully, her nipples hard and tickling his palms.
Lee almost came.
‘You can open your eyes now,’ she chuckled wickedly, thrilled by his initial physical response, and then; ‘You’ve seen them enough.’
Lee softly exclaimed, his eyes begging “why?” and his mother’s glinted with humour and mischief. Instead he uttered a guttural moan, before his eyes became transfixed at the sight of her naked tits in his oily, slippery hands.
Lee instinctively pulled away, though backed up against the kitchen worktop. His hands repelled, his mind and body at conflict. Before his eyes in that instant was his topless, big-breasted mother, an undeniably surreal sight, and yet she felt innately sexually stimulating in his hands.
Before he could pull away more than three inches, her lightning-swift hands caught his by the wrists and redirected them back onto her warm, fleshy orbs. He held fast, but as she arched her back and heaved into him, her slippery tits simply slipped back into his palms again.
‘Oofff,’ she softly gasped, secretly becoming aroused as his flesh glided all over her, and with no resistance other than his fading reluctance.
And then Stevie was helping out, getting the spots that his hands hadn’t yet covered, her face a mask of sudden concentration. ‘That’s it, get it in nice and deep,’ she encouraged. Jesus, the sight of his hands wrapped around her tits. It led quickly to other lurid imaginings.
Stiffly, Lee held his breath, rather watching as his hands now seemed to work slowly of their own accord, massaging the lotion into his mother’s naked breasts. His cock was now so hard that it hurt.
‘Good job,’ she said curtly, as if awaking from deep thought, before reaching over him for her bikini top again. And like that the moment was so easily dispelled. But his hands didn’t pull away. She reached in for a kiss, right on the lips, her own hands roaming delicately over his, squeezing them tight, and with a loving look in her eyes. ‘That’s my boy!’
And then she froze, seemingly staring into him. His hands still cupping her breasts, as if suspended in time, and hers still on his, that look seemed to radiate and to glow. ‘Mhhh,’ she sighed and frankly said, ‘and you can do that again…’
And again she placed a peck on his lips. Lee, his own lips parted in shock, unwittingly caught hers – soft and light like butterflies connecting mid-flight. Stevie licked her lips, grinned, and walked away, twirling the bikini top between her fingers.
Coffee or not, Lee was now awake.
Beyond that afternoon’s shocker of an exhibition, the rest of the day was a blur of dirty jokes and affectionate touching. Stevie had honestly shocked herself queer with how bold she had dared to be and how excited it left her. She was high on getting her son hot. The fact that they could even put it to bed with a joke left her giddy like a crushing teen.
Mid-evening they say watching Netflix – or at least Lee did as his mother say curled up beside him, reading from her Kindle. Noting the looks she gave him every time he looked over to see whether she was still reading, or watching the TV, curiosity slowly began to get the better of him until he had to ask.
‘What are you reading that’s got you grinning at me now?’
‘Oh you probably don’t want to know,’ Stevie hinted with an air of suspense. But curiosity was no different between cats and humans. Interest a man enough and he’ll follow his curiosity to the death.
‘Go on, let me see,’ he insisted, apprehensively. Stevie held the Kindle book close to her chest, as if to guard it, and with a guilty smile. ‘You’re reading your filthy mommy porn, aren’t you?’ he intuited, to which she laughed guiltily as ever.
‘No.’
‘Oh sure, that was convincing.’
‘Maybe,’ she reiterated hopelessly.
‘I thought you saved that stuff until bedtime,’ he remarked, his face feeling familiarly warmer, and maybe a little redder, once again.
‘You don’t mind do you?’ his mother asked. Not that she cared. She could do what she wanted, he had told her that himself. Slowly Lee shook his head.
‘Do you ever read stuff like this?’ she searched.
‘Not really,’ he muttered evasively. Bullshit! Stevie’s expression said the same.
‘Not really, like “kind of” or “not saying”?’
‘What does that even mean?’ Lee laughed defensively, reddening as he tried to outstare her. It wasn’t working.
‘Well do you?’
Lee shrugged, earning him a stifled but no less critical snort. ‘Here,’ she said, offering him the Kindle book with a steady hand. ‘Read some and tell me what you think…’
Apprehensively as ever, Lee took it and viewed the page his mother was currently at. Skimming over the paragraphs – he could never pay full attention when the attention was on him – it didn’t take long before he could home in on the real smut. His mother’s very presence bore into him, never mind her watchful gaze.
“With a loving smile and a knowing nod, Julia guided her son’s stiff length to part her quivering wet sex, into the place he was born from only twenty years ago, and with an ecstatic gasp she braced him as he slid all the way deep…”
‘Fucking hell,’ he thought, aroused almost instantly by what he saw. Lee looked to his mother, who had that same knowing smile on her face as she gazed intently upon catching his eyes. He read on a little, his face a picture of ever-growing curiosity and deepening fascination.
“‘My son is fucking me,’ Julia’s mind cried out, as a helpless shivering moan escaped her lips. And as he bottomed out inside her, she involuntarily caved in around him. All these years of unrequited love and lust having built up inside, and now she felt like she might implode…”
He almost couldn’t look back at her when he asked, ‘and this is what you read when you’re thinking of…’
He couldn’t even say it. There lay another boundary and now Stevie could see it as clear as day in him. Despite all their flirting and the growing physical affection between them, they hadn’t really dared or considered talking about sex, and especially about the taboo and fantasy of incest; specifically between mothers and their sons.
‘Tell him! Just say it!’ Stevie’s mind almost screamed. She swallowed dryly. ‘Yup,’ she said quickly and quietly. Again, such a thrill. Finally they were talking about it, the fantasy element of her innermost desire. She felt giddy with nerves.
‘I can see why.’
What?
‘You can?’
‘It’s very…’
‘Graphic?’ Stevie intuited, still gazing. Well, graphic was the word on her mind because that’s how she liked her stories – undeniably and irresistibly graphic and erotic. A writer who could conjure love and lust, deep emotional and sexual intercourse between a mother and her son, was a different kind of beast to the mainstream merchants of cliche.
Something made Stevie break eye contact with Lee then, which gave him the air to breathe to be able to say what he said next. She too appreciated a breath of relief.
‘So what do you think of reading about a mother having sex with her son?’ she asked next. ‘Shocking?’
‘Not really,’ he replied quickly.
Stevie delved deeper. ‘Alluring then?’
‘You could put it like that,’ he supposed, not wanting to tell her that he found it arousing. How do you tell your mother these things?
Stevie smiled her pleasant surprise. ‘Honestly,’ she admitted, ‘the sex is better than any romance novel. Maybe it’s the taboo. Maybe it’s because the love is meant to be stronger.’
‘Or because you’re not supposed to want them to have sex, but you can’t help but want them to,’ Lee added his own two cents.