Incest/Taboo: Lisa & Brad
Summary:
She lusts for her son & his friends.
Enjoy..
*************
“Why the fancy get up, mom?” Brad asked when he noticed the sleek red dress hanging on the doorframe of her bedroom door.
She poked her head out of her bathroom and called, “My baby boy only graduates from high school once and I want to make sure everyone knows how proud I am of you.” Brad smiled to himself and went off to his own room to finish his preparations for his high school graduation party.
Lisa knew that what she had said was true but it was only part of the reason she choose that dress for tonight. She knew the red dress clung teasingly to her stomach and ass before hanging down and stopping just a few inches above her knee. She also knew the light fabric had a way of perfectly framing her tits that made them look very appealing while having just enough of a loose neckline that someone could see down her top and catch glimpses of her tits if they wanted to whenever she leaned over. Previously the dress had been reserved for special occasions with her husband when she knew that a good fuck would wait at the end of the night.
The truth was that she was extremely proud of her son Brad. He was her only child and she knew that his time growing up had been hard. Before they had finally settled in their current location almost two years ago Brad’s dad had been in the military and had been forced to move around a lot. Moving became an almost yearly occurrence for the family and each time Brad had to leave behind his friends and start new someplace else.
One of the moves even caused him to be held out of school for a year for reasons he never fully understood. It had been something about the timing of his transfer and the transcripts from his old school not arriving until too late. The end result is that when he was about 11 he didn’t go to school for the last two thirds of the school year and then had to repeat the grade he had started before the move. All this meant that he was now 19 for his high school graduation at a time when most of the others in his class were 18.
Lisa smiled at her reflection and knew that the real reason she had selected that particular red dress was something that she had never told anyone else, she had a crush on her son. She first noticed him in that way not too long after his 18th birthday over a year earlier. Her husband was gone on one of his many long business trips and she was feeling very lonely and particularly horny.
She had given Brad and some of his friends a ride to the local community pool. Usually she just dropped them off and left since the pool was so hot and crowded, but this time she decided to stay. She stayed away from Brad and his friends as she didn’t want him to be embarrassed by his mom hanging around. She was swimming a few laps in the slow lane when she stopped to take a break. She looked over and was immediately drawn to the figure of a young man climbing out of the other side of the pool.
She watched his muscles flex and ripple as he easily pushed himself out of the pool and onto the deck. She stared at his ass as his wet suit clung to him closely. It was only after the object of her gaze turned around that she immediately recognized it was her own son. She quickly looked away in shame and disbelief.
After a while she began to look discreetly around the pool deck and she began to notice the hordes of high school aged boys lounging around or flirting shamelessly with the girls their own age. In particular, Lisa watched Brad’s friends and felt her pussy tingling at the sight of their young, wet, hard bodies.
Lisa had long been drawn to younger men in her fantasies. She loved seeing herself in the role of the older, wiser teacher taking her young “student” in and teaching him how to be an accomplished lover. After that day at the pool she found herself regularly fantasizing about Brad’s friends, the other young men she had seen at the pool, or sometimes about younger men she would see during the day. It seemed that being at the pool that day among all the 18 and 19 year olds in their wet bathing suits had enflamed her desires to new levels.
With her husband often out of town Lisa spent a lot of time taking care of her own pleasures. She had never cheated on her husband and didn’t think she was the kind of woman that ever would, but she did have to admit that there were times when she wanted little more than the sexual attention of a man. There was only so much satisfaction she could get from her own fingers and her small array of sex toys.
A few weeks after the incident at the pool Lisa found that her fantasies began to change slightly. The first time her son’s face popped into her fantasy she quickly fingered herself to a wild orgasm. Afterward she felt her stomach turn in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment over having even had the thought. Still, she did have to admit to herself that the day she eyed him wantonly at the pool before she knew it was him still stuck in her head.
For the rest of the summer Lisa made sure to stay with her son and his friends at the pool. She always stayed discreetly out of view but watched her son and his friends closely. More and more he reappeared in her fantasies despite Lisa telling herself over and over that it was perverted and wrong to feel that way. Over the next few visits to the pool she noticed that Brad had developed into a handsome and fit young man and, almost in spite of herself, her mind began envisioning her with him in decidedly unmotherly ways.
Lisa had always been quite horny and when her husband was home they used to fuck like newlyweds. When they were first married she dealt better with their time apart than she had been over the past several years. If anything she found herself growing more and more horny with him away and she knew that her feelings toward Brad were certainly the result of so much pent up lust.
Through his senior year in school she continued to fantasize secretly about him and his friends. Some of her wilder dreams involved Brad and two or three of his friends unleashing their natural 18 and 19 year old lust and curiosity on her willing body.
Aside from her deviant desires, Lisa was very proud of Brad and the man he had become. He was courteous and thoughtful and did very well in his classes. He kept himself quite busy with sports and his friends and Lisa enjoyed hanging out with him when she had the chance. One day it hit her that he was exactly the kind of guy that she would be instantly attracted to sexually if he wasn’t her son.
As the months passed her secret affair that she had with her son only in her own mind blossomed and intensified. She no longer felt ashamed or odd at having these thoughts and would easily allow herself to contemplate all sorts of situations and varieties of ways to be with Brad.
That is the way things stayed for a while until the one night Brad invited a couple of his friends to sleep over at his house. Lisa’s husband, again, was away and she didn’t have any problems with sharing the house with a few rowdy boys for the night. For the most part she stayed out of sight and it was around midnight when she decided to go down to the kitchen and get herself something to drink. She had passed the night up in her own room reading or watching the small TV there and hadn’t heard the boys in quite a while. She assumed they had gone out of the house and so didn’t bother to put on a robe.
As she walked down the hall she wore an old pair of shorts that she knew was a little too small for her. They were still comfortable so she kept wearing them despite the fact they stopped just below her ass and she knew that whenever she bent over or leaned down her ass would hang out. Other than the shorts she wore only one of her husband’s big, old tank tops. The yellow top easily covered her ample tits but the large armholes left quite a lot of her tits exposed. When it was only her and Brad she was careful to wear a robe over her sleep clothes.
She went into the kitchen and had already filled a glass with ice cubes from the freezer when she noticed the pulsing light from the TV coming from the living room through the other side of the kitchen. She smiled to herself and thought that it was typical of Brad to leave the house with the TV on. She walked over to the living room and stepped inside the dark room without thinking.
“Hi mom!” Brad said as she stepped into the room. Lisa had been so sure that the boys had left that Brad’s words startled her. She gasped in surprise and visibly started. She dropped the glass she was carrying and although the glass itself didn’t break the ice cubes scattered all over the floor.
“You OK?” Brad asked, “we didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, I’m OK,” she began with a twinge of suspicion in her voice. “What’s up? I thought you had gone out. You’ve been so quiet I didn’t think you were here.”
“No,” Brad answered, “we’ve just been watching movies. I guess we got pretty caught up and so haven’t been talking.”
“Let me help you with the ice,” Brad said as he moved off the couch and picked up her glass before handing it to her.
“No, no,” Lisa protested, “you guys go back to your movie and I’ll clean up after myself.” She was feeling embarrassed at having been so surprised that she dropped the glass and just wanted to quickly clean up and leave. She bent over and began to pick up the melting cubes dropping them back into her glass as she went. Brad continued to help her until there were only a couple of cubes left right at her feet. After picking them up Lisa stood up and, for the first time, looked at the chair directly in front of her at Brad’s best friend Tom.