Stevie began to sigh, and breathing a little heavier she kissed her son open-mouthed, the tip of her tongue dancing off the tip of his. Those full-on kisses, loud and wet, lips sucking at each other, were the ones that really fired her up deep down.
Lee’s hand roamed almost everywhere, up her thighs, over the rolling hill of her hip and to the valley of her waist and her ribs, before settling atop one breast. His kisses became hotter, heavier, breathier then and so did hers as his thumb and forefinger sought the erect nipple and began to lightly tickle and pinch.
She pulled away, eyelids a little heavier, and scanned her son’s face again, but with a look he mistook for something that gave him cause to worry. His eyes were alive and filled with eager fire. ‘Mum,’ he softly exclaimed, thinking that she was afraid of what would happen. Her hand smoothed the neat hairs of his chest down before she reassured him with another 1-2-3.
‘Fuck, do you know how good a kisser you are?’ she inquired breathlessly.
‘Takes one to know one,’ he remarked, stealing another 1-2-3. Stevie sighed aloud, happily despite her frustrated state; her eyes rolling up to the ceiling to daydream. But she was here and there, and neither here nor there. Inside she was dancing and zigzagging about her own mind like a pinball.
Stevie rolled onto her side again, took her son’s hand and placed it back on her breast no big deal to her now, he might as well enjoy it and her own rested atop it, her fingers stroking his.
‘So, tell me a fantasy of yours about your mum!’
Lee was not prepared for the question, despite the relative easiness of their current compromising position. For a moment he just studied her in silence.
And then after pausing for thought, that mischievous look was back, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. ‘I’d be on top of you, but you might be the one who’s soaking wet…’
Her heart stopped! That’s what it felt like, anyway. The absolute first image that came to mind was of his huge hard cock sinking hot and wet and easy, deep inside Stevie; her legs wrapped around him just like when they would play-fight.
Somehow her curious expression didn’t falter. Stevie just nodded thoughtfully a moment, and then; ‘I was soaking wet in more ways than you may know,’ she confessed of what had happened after the garden hose incident. Lee swallowed dryly.
‘Tell you something I’ve really been thinking about a lot lately, though,’ she quickly added, before he could answer. Stevie sat up quickly then, and in one swift motion slipped effortlessly out of her camisole, falling back into the pillows, adoring Lee’s dumbfounded expression as he regarded her nakedness.
‘You love my tits, don’t you?’ she asked. She knew she had asked before at some point but the novelty would never wear off. ‘God, the way you looked at me earlier,’ she gushed and blushed.
‘You literally have the greatest tits in the world, mum,’ Lee adorned shamelessly.
‘Well here they are,’ she replied flatly. And Lee was not going to wait for permission, or to be guided. Again he engaged his mother in a suggestive French kiss, his tongue swirling around hers, before he sucked the tip into his mouth his free hand now roaming her breasts with nothing to stop them.
His skin, though smooth and free of friction, filled her with buzzing static. Every nerve ending seemed to react to his touch, and especially as his burning fingertips grazed her naked nipples.
Their playful lips parted once again, with a needy gasp, barely allowing Stevie the time or breath to deliver the suggestion now playing on her mind.
‘I bet you’d love to suck on them!’
‘Can I?’ he asked eagerly, already lowering his head, craning his neck to take him there.
‘Oh I think about that a lot lately,’ she admitted freely, nodding eagerly herself. And then before she knew it, his lips latched around the achingly stiff nipples of each naked breast, one after the other, while his tongue swirled the same way he kissed her.
Stevie hissed and moaned, unprepared for his wet oral assault on her breasts. Even less prepared was she for how he clamped his teeth around that one little nipple ring and tugged, then sucked.
‘Ah,’ she breathed sharply, and began to laugh uncontrollably, annotating the filthy thoughts now running amok in her mind. In his shorts Lee’s cock had hardened to its stiffest, a straight rampant dong that now prodded eagerly against the inside of her thighs.
‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ Stevie giggled, not daring to let loose the true feelings welling up southward within her. ‘Holy shit,’ she panted, ‘oh holy shit’; and her breaths were now ragged for how mercilessly he teased her.
Stevie would go further tonight than she had previously anticipated, driven mad by their mutual lust, and the chemistry they made in his bed. The very theme of sucking on things that caused such pleasurable reactions caused her to become more and more aware of how hard his cock felt, pressed hotly against the inside of her hip.
******
‘Suck my tits,’ Stevie whispered hoarsely, her hands in her son’s hair as he latched on and flicked at her sensitive nipples. ‘Oh god,’ she cried out blissfully, ‘suck my fucking tits, baby, just like that!’
Replaced gradually by his eagerly pawing hands, he squeezed those big round tits, suggestively gyrating against her, as their lips met once more to indulge in their new lover’s language. All the while one hand roamed downward Stevie’s ever curious hand until it laid upon the hard length of hot flesh and muscle that once again knocked near her hidden door.
Lee gasped his utter surprise. ‘You’re getting very worked up,’ Stevie voiced her own, searching his bewildered eyes. Slowly she dared to wrap her fingers around him, made difficult by the last garment of clothing that got in her way.
‘Are you surprised?’ he begged, his eyes pleading and frozen under her gaze. He didn’t know what else to say, his mother’s hand now massaging his erection through his shorts for the first time.
‘Trust me, you’re not the only one,’ Stevie offered, her gaze intensifying. ‘Let’s get these off,’ she then urged, digging her fingers under the waistband and tugging down. Lee quickly pulled away and raised his hips, hitching his thumbs underneath to pull off his shorts.
And Stevie yanked away the duvet at the same time, to witness his complete nakedness, his throbbing hardness, closer than ever right before her bulging eyes!
She gasped, nuzzled her face up against her son’s, eyes trained downward, breaths shallow and short. Her heart pounded in her chest at the sight. And she could smell him, potent, virile and youthful. There was a sweetness in the air that only the younger sexes could emit that roused her.
Rolling over so that she was beside him but facing over him, Stevie regarded Lee with a protective love, and kissed him 1-2-3.
‘Oh… my god,’ she exclaimed in awe, her hands now trembling. ‘Can I feel it?’ she asked. ‘Would that be okay?’
Lee nodded, now so out of his mind with lust and uncertainty that he felt 200lbs heavier, equally in awe of her naked beauty as she gazed upon him.
Tracing a single finger from base to tip, she noted how the foreskin glistened already with that most masculine preview of things to come. And then her hand gripped him for the very first time, while she grinned like the cat that got the cream.
And the cool featherweight touch of her fingers, her hand dwarfed in comparison to the stiff appendage it now sought more intimate familiarity with, felt so dangerously good that he could have lost control of himself right there.
Stevie couldn’t even get her fingers around it. It was like a flagpole made of muscle, straight and standing proud. Lee gasped and bucked his hips thinking of the day she had stood there watching, and to think he might never have known…
‘What do you think?’ he asked her approval.
Stevie gushed, but no words came; just deep heavy breaths. Stroking down to the base, the foreskin responded and eased back, revealing that swollen pink head, now leaking and twitching. Again she stroked up and repeated the motion, thrilled to death and all the more when her fingers became wet and sticky.
‘It’s amazing,’ she marvelled, masturbating him up and down gentle and slow, and her smile started to hurt but she couldn’t stop. In response, one rogue hand again pawed at a breast and then fell into her lap suggestively.
******
Apprehension returned, but not reluctance or hesitation. In her gut Stevie felt tense. What would she do? How far would she allow this to go? It was a miracle that she was in control, while her son allowed her to marvel over his nakedness, his tumescence. Whether she’d be in control come the end of the night she couldn’t know, or guarantee!
But that apprehension she felt was not because of that alone, or because Lee’s hand now massaged the very top of her thigh, teasing her through her shorts. He would want to see her, and maybe to touch her and maybe she would let him but her apprehension she felt was for what she truly wanted.
The next natural step, as she continued to masturbate her son, to get to grips with his size, and to inhale his sweet scent Stevie looked to him and searched his eyes deeper, her own suddenly uncertain enough to make him ask.
His other hand reaching out to guide hers the way he wanted her, she crumbled under the intensity of the things she was feeling. ‘That feels so good,’ Lee groaned, and then asked, ‘are you okay?’
Stevie swallowed hard, this time her mouth hot and full with her own saliva. ‘I want to taste you,’ she exclaimed breathlessly, looking back to it, and how big and hard and slippery it now looked. ‘Would that be okay?’