The waiter gave them an intimate booth in a secluded corner of the restaurant. They started lunch sitting at opposite ends of the booth. By the second glass of wine, they were sitting hip to hip. June was feeling expansive. She emphasized her conversational points by tapping lightly on her son’s hand or squeezing his thigh. As they wrapped up lunch, her hand rested comfortably on his upper thigh.
Carter was acutely aware of his mom’s hand on his thigh. Occasionally she moved it and bumped his cock.
“I have an idea, mom! Let’s get a “to go cup” and walk over to the Japanese Garden.”
“Lord, I haven’t been there in years! Let’s do it!”
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Mother and son sipped their wine as they meandered through the quiet peaceful Osaka Garden. The heavy foliage muted the noises of the city. The gurgle of the miniature waterfall and the buzz of dragonflies replaced traffic noise. White Erns walked stiff leg through the shallow water of the lagoons. They crossed one of many Japanese style wooden bridges.
Their conversation rambled aimlessly over themes for the Halloween party and the unmistakable beauty of this hidden gem of a park. There was no mention of the night before. Even though its presence influenced every word, they spoke. They were mother and son. However, mother and son with an incestuous secret. One of them was aroused and confused by what happened. The other plotted to take it farther.
“I’m getting a little giddy from this wine,” June said as she sipped from her cup, “could we sit for a moment so I can collect myself?
“Sure, mom, how about over there?”
Carter indicated a grassy area. It was opposite the miniature waterfall. Behind this miniature island was the placid waters of a lagoon. The designers of this miniature paradise wanted to create the illusion of seclusion amidst the bustle of a vibrant metropolis. He took his mother’s elbow and guided her to the spot.
The early fall sun shone warmly. Some of the trees were starting to show their fall colors. Even with warming son, the slight nip in the air presaged the fall.
There were few visitors this day. They sipped their wine and discussed party ideas. June had tucked her dress under her so she would not be sitting bare assed on the grass. Her dress rode up in front exposing her legs to her upper thigh. Only Carter’s position at her side prevented him from seeing her pussy.
June felt a delicious wickedness. It belied her nausea the previous night. She knew what happened was wrong. However, it happened. She decided to enjoy the moment.
She was not surprised when Carter leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Um, nice! But young man, I want you to know I’m not a cheap date!” June tittered at her little joke.
“Mom, there is nothing cheap about you! You are a classy sexy woman!”
“Didn’t you leave off the “old” after sexy?” June laughed.
Carter shook his head. “Mom you are like a fine wine that improves with age!’
June leaned over and let her lips touch her son’s lips. Her tongue traced the outlined of his full lips. “Now that kind of flattery will get you a lot, she said laughing.”