“I’m all wet.” she reminded him.
“It’s my fault,” he said “maybe all of this is.”
Lynn pulled away and gave him a serious look. “No. Don’t you think that.”
Brian nodded and mumbled something, then brought his mother to him again. Her stomach pressed against his erection and she moved her hips a bit, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock.
“My little boy’s not so little anymore.” she whispered into his ear, her warm breath washing over his neck.
Brian took his mother by her right wrist and drew her hand down. He placed it on his cock through his shorts, pressing on the back of her hand. She rubbed it then gave it a squeeze.
“You’re thick…” she said in a hushed voice as she rubbed her palm over his shaft.
“Was dad?”
“Yes. You must take after him.”
“A few nights I could hear you guys… well, you mostly. I thought you were doing it.”
Lynn blushed and tilted her head down. She removed her hand from her son’s crotch and placed it back on his hip.
“We should go inside in case someone sees us. I need to get changed.”
Brian followed his mother inside to the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back, as soon as I change.” she told him.
“I like what you’re wearing now.” Brian told her.
Lynn turned her back to her son and pulled her top off one deft motion. She covered her breasts with her left arm as best she could then turned around and tossed him her wet top. Before Brian could react she raced up to her room.
Brian locked the back door to prevent any interruptions then quietly crept up to his mother’s bedroom. He pulled his t-shirt off as he walked and dropped it to the floor. His mother’s door was ajar and he pushed it open.
Lynn was looking through her closet wearing only her panties when she heard her bedroom door open. She gasped when she saw her son in the door way.
“Brian…” she blurted out, crossing her arms over her chest.
Brian stepped up to her and placed his hands on her waist. Her skin was still damp from her clothes. He slid his right hand over her ass, pulling her to him. Her forearms pressed on his chest and she had a look of shock on her face.
“It’s okay, mom. I love you. Just relax.”
Brian ran his hands over his mother’s back, caressing her. He pushed his thigh between hers and tugged at her hips to him until he felt her damp panties on his leg. Holding her by her ass he began moving her so her pussy rubbed up and down his thigh. He could feel it’s wetness through her thin panties and knew she was ready for him, at least physically. Her mind needed to catch up with her body still.
Lynn felt all doubts and worried fade as her son continued to manipulate her body. She relaxed her arms and placed her palms on his shoulders. Her nipples brushed over his chest and his hair made them swell even more.
Soon Lynn was rocking her hips without any help from her son. She gripped his shoulders and rubbed herself over his hairy thigh.
“How much did you shave down there?” Brian asked in a husky voice.
“Not all of it.” she breathed.
“Show me.”
Lynn stopped moving and gave her son a nervous look. Brian took his mother by her left hand and brought her over to her bed. Sitting on the edge he moved her so she was standing between his parted knees. He tugged at her panties, sliding them down over her hips until they were half-way to her knees. He ran his hands up her thighs and over her ass while he stared at the thin strip of dark hair trailing down to her glistening lips. He bent down and ran his tongue over them.