The story so far:
Former wild child Stevie was now middle-aged, divorced, and going out of her mind. Her marriage ended shortly after her now ex-husband Ray tried to manipulate her into fucking her own son, Lee. Though the now long-gone Ray was a controlling narcissist and may have had his own agendas, this was not out of the blue.
To cut a long story short, Stevie had this kink more than just an incest fantasy that had for years taken its toll on her relationship with Lee.
Little did even Ray know that Stevie was considering offering herself to her son on his 18th birthday, because her desire to had nothing to do with what Ray wanted. Ray was a bit of a shit when he wanted to be, and when he didn’t get his way, he went elsewhere.
Stevie didn’t bed her son, though, and Ray became abusive and finally left them. Years later, Stevie and Lee were alone again, and struggling as a family. Stevie was in therapy, dealing with anxiety and depression; punishing herself for her guilty secrets
Confessing everything to him, little did she expect that her son would be sympathetic, and even so understanding of her sordid lifestyle. But Lee had his own confessions to make. For years he had been more than just physically attracted to his mother. That attraction had only grown stronger when he essentially became the man of the house.
He too felt the same as she did, and shared the same fantasies. She didn’t need to feel like a monster. She wasn’t. And if anything had happened between them years ago or since, he professed that it would have been consensual.
The bomb dropped, Stevie came to realise that she and her son really weren’t so different. And with that in mind, she began to see that they wanted each other, and that maybe they could have each other.
Turning their lives around and trying to live more liberally together, their mutual interests began to play a part in their increased shows of love and affection for one another, as they learned to admit that their sordid fantasies were one and the same.
The more Stevie and Lee dared to push boundaries, the more comfortable they became with their sexual revelations, the more frequent their suggestive pranks, and the bolder their confessions, the more intimate and open-minded they became with each other.
Investigating their strange secret world together, mother and son gradually became more flirtatious, more physically affectionate more sexually suggestive of their desires and less like family, until the chemistry, tension, and desire, between them threatened to drive them insane; if it didn’t drive them apart.
After a series of close encounters, both Stevie and her son fuelled fantasy while testing the waters, knocking down the last remaining boundaries. Now as they come closer than ever to swapping fantasy for reality, neither can pretend for much longer…
It’s not easy being family when you share a lifetime kink!
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She played him like a fiddle. He supposed she would, and that was okay, because in the end she was only playing him into the position that he wanted to be in. She was no manipulator either, though she liked to play these saucy little games. Who’d have thought this was his mother?
Saturday night was rolling to a close, and yet it had only really begun. Whose fault was that? With a false start like the hose and bikini incident in the back garden, it might have been a surprise that they had gotten this far with their heads still screwed on.
Who gave a fuck what the movie was this wasn’t about the movie now. They were in it for shits and giggles and just maybe something else.
After a few hits of the bong each, the one Stevie had bought him on a whim just recently, they curled up into bed cuddling, and settled in to watch the movie.
At Lee’s side, one leg over the cover, knee and calf rested over hip and thigh, Stevie’s cheek rested on his chest, her fingers slowly twirling in circles across his torso. And oh what delicious pictures her mind played over as she recalled many things in recent history. No less that wet, half-naked encounter in the grass out back, but in her mind there were no clothes at all just more wetness, and kissing, and sucking, and sex.
Between her legs she ached for it, and in the way that the magical green bud amplified thoughts and feelings, her mind and body yelled and echoed that this man was her son; the object of her love and affections, her flirtations and fantasies.
The object of her desires, her sexual hunger, lay there breathing evenly, occasionally looking down on her to see her smiling, still awake.
The lightweight and floaty buzz of being high and happy together like that stirred all sorts of sensations, even without suggestion or motion. And still hearts fluttered, and occasionally breaths betrayed. And what bare flesh there was seemed magnetised together.
The credits rolled and nobody moved, not to leave the room at least. Stevie was content where she was, but felt motivated to do something she didn’t want anyone to regret.
****
‘Sleepy?’ she asked. ‘I can go leave you alone…’
Her suggestion had no place here. Shifting a little lower, being invited deeper into her arms, Lee turned to face her in the dim lamplight and shook his head – ‘No…’
No to which, though? She didn’t have to ask. In kind one hand fell at his mother’s hip and used it as a handle to pull her further into him. That feeling of two warm bodies, cocooned in comfort, embraced together in a loving clinch, Stevie regarded his sparkling eyes with a spacey smile and she adjusted the duvet, slipping her leg back under to have fewer boundaries between them.
‘Are you falling asleep?’ Lee asked. His mother continued to smile. No. She bit her lip a little anxiously and wet it with the tip of her tongue. Under the duvet her fingers continued to roam.
‘I’m just very, very comfortable,’ she purred. ‘Besides I have everything I want here.’
Stevie leaned in and kissed him on the lips just the once and it was soft and sticky, as though it begged for more. Back away she shifted, twisted her hips so she could roll onto her back with her lower body latched to her son’s right hip.
‘Everything,’ he questioned.
She offered no clue, nothing but a suggestive hum. Her eyebrows dancing on a hint, Stevie felt as though she was watching this play out from somewhere else.
Her eyes never left his, inviting him over, as if to say, “if you want more, come and get it.” Lee followed, sliding his left thigh in between hers, his knee now becoming her saddle. The sensations that alone caused, Stevie’s lower body lit up and responded. She adjusted to let him in and to mould herself around him.
‘Oh hello,’ Stevie said playfully, inviting him with open arms. ‘Hi,’ Lee replied, barely inches away. And the next moment he was wrapped around her, his lips pressed to hers. Without apprehension, without warning, she silently consented to the parting of her lips. The kiss became mutual, sensuous, and deep.
It was like their own theatrical television kiss at first, the dramatic music of the movie’s end credits rolling to its own crescendo. And then the TV fell silent. All that remained was the wet and hungry partnership of their playful lips and tongue.
But then Stevie eased back away a little, just enough for them to acknowledge each other without going cross-eyed. With only the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, Lee paused for caution.
The first time they had kissed anything like this was the night she confessed she’d caught him masturbating, fantasising about her in this very bed. And then the next time, the night she dared to trade him for the written confessions of her own feelings and her fantasies.
The last time they kissed anything like this, they were lying wet and mostly naked in the garden, “dry”-humping, with his hard cock pressing at the gusset of her bikini bottoms, making her incredibly horny and wet inside.
Now they were in bed together, spaced out and feeling all deliciously dreamy, wrapped up in each other. ‘My fantasy hunk,’ Stevie declared, kissing him again. ‘I like being in bed with you. Maybe we should do it more often?’
‘With all that’s gone on lately, is that such a good idea?’ Lee asked. But there was no reluctance in his question, and definitely none in the way that he returned his mother’s kiss. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and then let go with a wet smack.
Stevie gasped weakly. ‘Maybe it’s a very good idea, because it’s such a bad idea?’
With a hint of sarcasm he replied; ‘No guessing what you want to happen…’
No, there were no guesses necessary. No second guesses could come closer to the truth that was already known. ‘Oh well, I’ll just go to my own bed,’ Stevie falsely protested, tensing as though to sit up. But his hands held her right where she was, pressed against his now bulging pelvis.
Lee chuckled, delighted by her quick submission, and his hands still didn’t let up. They held her firmly to him, as though she was his property. And there was something about it that aroused Stevie and scared her all the same. The only way was forward now.
A playful grin overcame her as she basked in the mischievous gaze of her son. ‘I suppose we could fuel another fantasy for a while longer,’ she hinted. ‘So long as we don’t end up soaking wet in the grass again…’
Now there was an innuendo to fire up the imagination. She felt its effect immediately. Her son grew harder, pressing right up against her lower abdomen. That only caused Stevie to grin harder. ‘You on top of me about to blow your huge load…’
‘That’s just cruel,’ Lee protested under his breath. ‘Don’t forget that two can play that game!’
‘I’m looking forward to hearing how,’ she replied confidently, ‘but I was really enjoying that kiss…’
He didn’t need instructions. He didn’t need any clearer consent. Like it was a naughty little game between two hormonal teenagers they came together again, giggling and touching. And this time, against all familial sensibility, when the urge to pull away came, they didn’t stop.