Saturday evening came and Stevie was out back again in her flimsy bikini, the ruffly little black Brazilian number that she knew Lee loved so much. Lee had been gone the whole afternoon, meeting friends and doing a little shopping.
She was watering the garden best done at the end of the day when the setting sun couldn’t damage the wet leaves of the plants when Lee came home and snuck up to his room. A few minutes later he was outside with her, appreciating that sweet air the moisture caused after a hot day.
And not a moment too soon he was admiring his mother’s curves, and also because this time she was wearing the bikini bottoms to match, and they left a lot to feast the eyes on.
He approached her stealthily on the grass, unheard above the sprinkle and hiss of the water spraying its heavy mist from the tightened nozzle of the hose. Surprising her with his hands planted firmly against her hips, he said hello and planted a kiss at the vulnerable spot on her neck.
Stevie nearly shrieked at first, leaping and spinning to face him with a look of shock on her face. ‘Fucking hell I nearly shit myself,’ she laughed, scolding him for sneaking up on her. All the while Lee stood there enchanted by the familiar scent of sun screen lotion; the memories it brought back still vivid in his mind.
‘You missed a spot,’ he said, pointing over her shoulder at the corner of the back garden. Stevie twirled around again, asking where.
‘There, and there, and over there,’ he teased, for every direction he pointed her in. ‘No, not there, over there. Are you blind?’
‘Oh I see it now,’ Stevie said slyly, and turned the hose on her son to blast him from head to toe with freezing cold water. Now he was the one shrieking, prancing across the lawn like a mad grasshopper.
Running around her in circles was the only way he could avoid taking another soaking. Dizzily, Stevie laughed before the wind was knocked out of her sails. Coming in low, Lee tackled her at the waist and muscled her down into the wet grass beneath them.
It wasn’t long before the both of them were soaked. As they wrestled, Lee managed to squirm out of his cold wet t-shirt, pinning his mother down from on top. Laughing and screeching, they fought to stop from being tickled to death by the other, unaware that history was repeating once again.
Stevie’s strong thighs were wrapped around her son’s waist, her feet locked together at his back. Between her legs he rubbed up against her, becoming more aware of the effect that it was having, and especially as they were both half naked.
Breathless, wet, and still fooling around, Stevie was also aware that her bikini top had slipped down, exposing both breasts to the air, and to her son’s direct line of vision, and he grew harder between her legs.
‘Oh,’ she panted, half-smiling, as she felt him rubbing directly up against the heated cleft beneath the gusset of her wet and clingy bikini bottoms. Again, ‘oh,’ as he tried to pull away, only to be squeezed tighter into her.
‘Oh you filthy sod,’ she finally whispered when his rhythms began to feel more suggestive than accidental.
‘Do you need to get up?’ she asked.
‘Yup…’
She released her vise-like grip, her thighs opening up to let him go. Both of them looked down at the same time, instinctually if anything. Seeing her own wet heaving breasts exposed to him, Stevie didn’t even bother to cover up.
What she was trying to see was her son’s concealed erection, which now absurdly tented his shorts. What Lee saw, other than that glaringly obvious detail, was the deep crease he had caused in the fabric of his mother’s bikini bottoms.
There she was, lying breathless in the grass with her tits bared to him, and the outline of her pussy was undeniable where he had inadvertently “dry-humped” her. For a fleeting moment their eyes met again.
‘Well, well,’ she joked suggestively, and winked deliberately, ‘now you’re hard and we’re both wet…’
Stevie held her breath as she saw the sudden calculating look in his eyes, and then rather than pull away, he pressed his hips back down against her and began to grind against the warm little spot the tip of his cock had found.
‘Fuck,’ Stevie gasped, not knowing whether to laugh or to moan. Both happened at the same time before she could bite her own lips shut.
Undeniably now she felt the hard head of his cock rubbing up against her pussy, and with only the clothing between them stopping this from being something else undeniably.
‘You dirty fucking sod,’ she whispered in his ear, gritting her teeth to stop from moaning out loud. ‘You dirty…’
She was coming…
‘Dirty…’
‘Oh my god, I’m coming,’ her mind cried out. Intense heat suddenly coursed through her body, her neck and chest now blushing red while her pussy suddenly grew intensely hot so hot that Lee could feel it enough to wonder momentarily if he had somehow wound up inside her.
‘Dirty little bastard,’ she finally managed to say, and peeled the bikini straps from both shoulders to bare both breasts completely to her son as he gently pumped against her hot spot.
‘Something for the both of us to think about,’ Lee whispered mischievously, his lips now close to her ear as he pressed his cool, wet flesh on top of her.
‘I think you’d best go have a think about that right now under a cool shower,’ Stevie suggested, containing the urge to grab hold of him and to take matters further. Her fingers clutching tightly at the waistband of his shorts suggested otherwise that she wanted him to stay right where he was and to keep doing what he was doing.
‘You’re right,’ Lee agreed, showing sudden and unusual restraint. And before she could stop him he was hoisting himself up on his strong arms, bearing over her.
‘Kiss first,’ Stevie panted, her eyes hungry and intense. A second later their lips were mashed together and their tongues were snaking in and out of each other’s mouths. For the first time ever, although so briefly that she had to wonder if it had happened at all, he licked and sucked at the stiff, cold nipple of one damp breast, and then he was gone.
Stevie lied there in the wet grass a long time, trying to recuperate from what had just happened. Eyes wide open as she gazed into the deepening blue dusk, she swallowed hard and wondered when…
Not if it would happen, but when!
5
Stevie patiently waited her turn in the shower, as patiently as one could when all they wanted was to get royally fucked. What had happened out there just moments ago, she couldn’t keep her hands off her body, wanting her hands to be his, and especially as she finger-fucked the silky rut of the camel toe caused by her tight bikini bottoms.
Stripping easily out of her bikini, this only left her shivering evermore in her skin. When she could have been selecting something to wear for the evening, instead she stood there by the bedroom door, listening attentively for her son.
Hot rain splashed hard against the bottom of the bathtub, and not much else was happening, until the water stopped and the cord snapped, signalling that he had turned off the hot water. Lee dabbed himself down with a warm towel, wrapped it around his waist and exited the bathroom, waltzing quickly to his room.
And on the way past he had caught a glimpse of her completely naked, just standing there waiting beyond the threshold of her own room. As if he wasn’t straining enough to control his urges, Lee tried his best to think nothing of it, and put on a pair of shorts, but nothing else.
He was warm enough, and not only from the weather.
His mother clearly also felt warm enough, later sporting her favourite black satin camisole and a pair of frilly French shorts, which left only about two inches of thigh hidden. She went straight to his room after changing.
They had to talk!
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Lee was lying propped up against the bed’s head rail, a pile of pillows at his back. Stevie made no fuss, perching herself further in from the edge than she normally would, one leg folder under herself as she studied his disposition. At least he seemed in control of himself…
“Seemed!”
‘That was unexpected,’ she said and couldn’t think of anything else to say. She could barely stand his guilty puppy eyes, though they seemed a little forced. What was he supposed to say?
‘You can say that again,’ was his response, and most unexpected.
‘Cheeky sod,’ she secretly humoured herself. ‘Someone could have seen us, Lee,’ she implored. As mutually worked up as they had gotten, that scared her more.
Lee, who had begun reading a book, or a novella to be precise on his mother’s Kindle put the device to one side and interlaced his fingers over his stomach. ‘Yeah, you’re right,’ he admitted. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘I got carried away too,’ Stevie dismissed the best she could. She offered him a thin smile, for what little assurance she could give.
But there was no denying that elephant in the room. They had come so close in the moment, both of them helplessly possessed. Had that happened here, on his bed, or on hers, who was to say that they wouldn’t have committed the act in full?
And even now, when she tried to be a mother, a responsible adult, so much skin still on display affected her racing thoughts. She battled not to touch him. She blew off a long breath, looked him directly in the eyes, and ultimately said nothing.
‘Well,’ she started, and then paused. She patted him on the shin, just the once, and stood up to leave. ‘You read whatever you’re reading. I’ll be in my room…’
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CHATEAU DE BLISS
By Julianne Lecher La Chatte
That was honestly the title of this one story. He wasn’t so sure that Julianne was being completely honest about her surname. Not that Lee could read much French, and not like it mattered.
From the writer’s perspective, here was a story about a mother and her adult son embarking on a weekend to Amsterdam. Worshipped by her son, Julianne who had written erotica for decades to raise her son alone was an open-minded woman, much like Lee’s mother.
Julianne, whose surname could very likely have been Moore judging by the descriptions of her appearance, was not only bisexual but was an advocate for consanguinamory. Google had its work cut out for much of her story.
Julianne, for some reason or another, had written largely of incest between mothers and sons over the years. For much of the day, the pair soaked in the sights, went shopping, fooled around like teenagers, and then retired to the hotel after having partook in a little legal cannabis at a cafe.