Stevie took a quick shower, barely getting through the menial but refreshing task without pleasuring herself. So many options, so many possibilities nothing but sex filled her thoughts, eyes open or closed.
She read a new story on her Kindle after dinner, settled into the sofa in her usual feline way, and she could purr for how the simple things pleased her so.
It must have been the constant stimulation and the increased blood-flow as of late, but she swore that her clit was buzzing of its own accord and without a battery-operated friend. Pinching her thighs together she discovered this to be true.
It was like a low but prominent humming that radiated from that hot spot down inside the confines of her underwear.
A new story, and an exceptionally taboo and erotic one, portrayed a mother who willingly gets pregnant to her own son, and all the dangerous thoughts running through her mind leading up to the decision.
It was the call of nature for all women, she supposed. Stevie found herself not only highly aroused, but deep in thought about how that worked in any scenario. Sooner or later a woman found that one man they wanted to submit their very womb to.
Eve of “Master of Eden” found that one such man in her prodigal son. Stevie was thankful for the pill, and its 99% success rate, because there was nothing in the world that matched the feeling of Lee’s throbbing, pulsating baby-maker sliding home to spurt its seed deep inside.
Nothing on Earth left her with that afterglow, that vitality, of being filled with the stuff of life. And before she could admit to herself that the thought of taking her son back into the womb electrified her, she tore herself out of that deep train of thought and wondered…
What did he think about leading up to that awesome, irresistible moment?
6
‘Where are you?’ she asked. He received the text in short time and was hasty to reply. It was 8pm. He had slipped out quietly just after tea, saying he’d be back soon.
‘I took a train to the marina to drop by a few friends. I won’t be long.’
‘I feel like some ice cream.’
‘Ooh, me too,’ he replied, hastily once again.
‘What flavour do you want?’ Stevie asked.
‘What were you thinking?’
‘Pralines…’
‘Make that two.’
‘I’ll make that one. I’m not paying a tenner for two little tubs!’
‘Spoilsport.’
‘Don’t be too late or I’ll eat you-
That typo was intentional and Lee knew it. His secret smile showed only in his response, where nobody but Stevie could see. ‘Isn’t that what he said?’
‘Not today, so far,’ Stevie shot back.
‘I’ll be back soon to put him straight,’ he quickly typed. Obviously “He”, Lee, was “Him”.
‘Such a gentleman,’ Stevie replied and blushed. Yes, Lee could put her straight too with the talent of that silver tongue he possessed.
7
If the small supermarket closest to home had been fully-stocked then she would have been home before him. But once she got a taste for what she wanted there was no stopping her. Stevie was determined to have it.
‘And what is a beautiful thing like you doing out hunting ice cream at this time?’ an unfamiliar voice asked. It wasn’t the chill of the open freezer door that caused her to shudder.
She turned to find a man with possibly five years on her own son, not to say that was an advantage. Even as Lee’s secret sexpot, Stevie was not just some thing. The object of his desires, sure by all means. But he didn’t try to convey that by making her want to throw up in her mouth.
The young man was likely Egyptian, very dark skinned, and yet with eyes so black she could have been staring at the face of death itself. Stevie didn’t have anything against his ethnicity, and this was not the first time she’d been approached in a supermarket, but damn…
Now she had been staring back, with nothing to say maybe nothing worth saying while this guy just stood staring at her tits; which were at eye-level.
Stevie didn’t expect that the words, ‘Is that abnormal to you?’ would come from her mouth. It didn’t deter him, which he proved immediately by shaking his head, smiling hungrily, and still staring like he could see right through her clothing.
‘You didn’t find what you’re looking for?’ he asked. ‘Maybe I would treat you to an ice-cream date?’
‘Excuse me? Do you always chat up women old enough to be your mother in the frozen foods section?’ Stevie projected defensively.
Still the young man shook his head and smiled. ‘No, beautiful lady, the whole supermarket is my oyster.’ And then he paused, his eyes widening and becoming serious all of a sudden. She didn’t like it. She had never cringed so hard, and was now backing up against the icicle-encrusted shelves.
‘But your eyes they speak of oceans on which I yearn to sail…’
Such poetries!
‘Okay fuck that!’ Stevie snapped, now a little more than eager to escape. In her rush, she turned and grabbed the nearest tub of ice-cream, Mackies of Scotland plain old trusty vanilla and forced it into his hand. The young man frowned, confused now, and his eyes questioned her.
‘Okay, fuck off away from me and go put your nob in that. You’ll need to preserve it for the dick doctor, before it falls off,’ Stevie said, and made her hasty exit.
8
‘THE DICK DOCTOR?!!’ Lee choked in the resulting hysterics. He struggled for breath too long for nothing as when he looked to his mother, in her own laughter, she had smeared ice cream from her dessert spoon all over the tip of her nose.
Even as Lee got up from his conservatory chair and proceeded to lick the ice-cream from her face, the hysterics didn’t stop. But with a playful elbow she nudged him away and retreated to the kitchen to towel off the residual cream.
That didn’t do the trick though. That greasy feeling, the same reason she didn’t bother with concealer or foundation makeup except for special occasions, was still there. So she bent over the sink in her pyjamas and gave her face a quick scrub with hand sanitizer soap and cold water.
Stevie heard Lee approaching from behind before he indulged himself and grabbed her shimmying bottom affectionately. ‘Licking me what are you like?’ she said almost to herself.
‘You’re lucky I didn’t try to eat you,’ Lee said, reminiscent of their earlier texting. There was hinting in the tone of his words, followed by a silence that seemed to smile of its own accord. And then she felt him brush up against her.
His cock was already bulging in his jeans. He didn’t truly know what that did to her.
‘I am, am I?’ Stevie asked, turning to face him with a knowing grin. Her son shrugged. ‘Explain how that logic works?!’
It was Stevie’s turn to shrug now. Absently her fingers grasped the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and tugged toward herself, causing the crotch to mould to the crease of her pussy. She pulled up then and felt every soft fibre nuzzling at her love-button.
‘I mean, thinking about it,’ she pondered hazily, and imagined, ‘I kinda fuckin’ like how you…
And pause.
‘Eat me!’
It was dark outside now. It had been for an hour, and Lee was getting harder thinking about an idea he had earlier in the day.
‘It’s nearly black out there,’ he hinted. ‘Warm and dry…’
Stevie nearly crumbled there and then when she realised what he was getting at. Instead she got wet in an instant and found herself chewing at her lip in anticipation.
‘We’re alone and high and full of ice-cream,’ Lee continued, only to be robbed of his slam-dunk when his mother replied;
‘You’re going to make me say “Eat Me” twice?’
So he took his mother out in the night, laid her down in the cool, soft, prickly grass, slipped her out of her pyjama bottoms, and proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, suck, and snog her dripping pussy.
Lost in the taste and the sensations, Lee’s hands embracing his mother’s big, squishy tits, they both shared a whispering chorus of whimpers and sighs and quiet growls of approval as he granted her wish and thoroughly ate her.
‘Now come upstairs and let your mother fuck you,’ she whispered in his ear in time. That night she rode him slow but with the deepest strokes, declaring her love for his big cock and the feelings it brought to her.
9
When they lay dozing, that high feeling was still there, and Stevie gazed dreamily into the beyond. She lay curled up to her son’s side, one hand roaming his increasingly athletic body.
He enjoyed his swimming, testament to his leanness. He also enjoyed his weight-training, testament to the natural rockiness of his arms and shoulders and chest. Now having been his mother’s lover for the past few months, his thighs and buttocks were filling out too, and his hips, his abdomen…