“Sweetie, it’s really okay if you have these thoughts. At your age, everything is a turn on. Hell, staring at a blade of grass could probably get you horny.”
“Mom…”
“Besides…it’s not like I don’t notice you, too. I mean, when you walk around here with no shirt on, or lift weights with your dad in the garage.”
At this my body stiffened, and my cock began to harden. Where was she going with this?
“So, you notice me, too?” I asked, suddenly sitting up and looking into my mom’s glowing face.
“Yeah, I do. And to be honest, I…”
She blushed, turning fire red, and I pressed her hand to encourage her to finish her thought.
“The other day,” she continued, “I noticed your erection. When I went to close the door to the fridge, I saw it reflected on the door. I…I dropped my towel on purpose.”
I was shocked, to say the least.
“Why?” I asked like someone who had just been tortured and asked no questions.
“Your father never seems to notice me nowadays. It…it was nice to get some attention. I even noticed when you came in your pants.”
I turned away, blushing, and now trembling as well.
“It’s okay, sweetie. I had to fight to stop from smiling. I didn’t do the milk thing on purpose, but I could kind of tell that that was what set you off. As you were leaving, I tried to ask if…well, if you would help me clean it up. I was hoping it could lead to more.”
My mom reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face. She leaned forward and lightly placed a kiss on my cheek. I went stiff with a mixture of fear and excitement I had never felt before. My stomach bottomed out and my cock threatened to blast through my pants.
Then I noticed her hand rubbing my leg and working into my inner thigh.
“Mom, what-”
“Shhh, just kiss me, baby. It’s okay.”
I didn’t need time to think. The most beautiful woman in the world, my own mother, had just asked me to kiss her. I leaned in and pressed my mouth hard to her waiting, open lips, felt her tongue instantly start tracing forbidden shapes against her own baby boy’s lips until I stopped it with my own. She began to lay back, pulling me with her. I pulled myself up more on the bed and in a few moments I was laying on top of her, practically inhaling my mother in a hard kiss. I felt and heard her moan beneath me, grinding her hips and digging her perfect little feet into the sheets at the foot of my bed. I cupped her chin in one hand while I moved the other to feel her stomach through the thin fabric of her dress. Even that flimsy material felt like layers of steel and chain mail as I thought about the soft, smooth body beneath it, now writhing with wanton and sinful lust for the fruit of its own womb. I knew then, right or wrong, I was going to make love to my mother.
I moved my hand lower and began to run it up her deliciously smooth thigh. She let out a gasp that was muffled by my hungry mouth devouring hers. I opened her legs a little more with one of mine and pushed my hand still further up until I encountered her bellybutton. I flicked a finger in and out of it, tracing its shape with a fingertip. My mother’s breathing grew more rapid, and she suddenly moved to a position where she could wrap her legs around me. I felt them lock around me, and peering at the mirror across from the bed, I watched with wonder for a moment as my reflection lay atop his mother, her beautiful feet in the air above him, her gorgeous mouth nipping and licking at his neck.
wpDiscuz