“I know,” he said “I’ll just bring it in. I won’t look.”
Lynn knew better than to believe Brian, but the combination of the wine and her horniness made her want to continue the charade.
“Okay, just a second.” she replied.
Lynn let go of the empty glass in her hand and pulled her knees up to her chest. She leaned over until she felt her breasts pressing on her thighs and gripped her calves.
“Okay… you can come in.”
Lynn watched as her son pushed open the bathroom door and walked in. In his left hand was the bottle of wine. Next to that she saw the bulge in his shorts. He approached the tub and poured some wine into her glass. She looked up at him with a grin.
“If you weren’t my son I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.” she joked, although the thought still seemed plausible to her regardless of that fact.
“If you weren’t my mother I would be.” he retorted.
Brian looked down at his mother sitting in the tub. Her hair was shiny and wet. Beads of water ran down her tanned skin. Her curved back was narrow and appeared soft. Brian’s eyes moved down her arms until they encountered the side of her left breast pressed to her thigh. If only she would move slightly he could see her nipple he thought. Through the opaque water he could detect the shape of her round ass and thighs. His cock throbbed and he was sure that for a moment he detected her looking at it, or at least he hoped so.
“Not going to have any?” he asked, growing impatient for her to reach for the glass and uncover her body.
“Well, I can’t with you here…” she explained, knowing he was taking advantage of her predicament.
Brian sat down on the edge of the tub. He picked the glass up and brought it to his mother’s mouth. She looked up at him with a tentative expression then chuckled before parting her full lips. Brian tilted the glass for his mother to drink from it. He poured faster than she could drink and she snatched her head back as she struggled to swallow. Some wine dribbled from her mouth and down her chin leaving a red trail as it moved. Brian watched as it dripped onto her upper chest, running down towards her breasts. He placed the glass down on the tub next to him, then with his thumb he wiped his mother’s chin.
“Thanks.” she said with a smile as her eyes met his. Her voice was soft and low with arousal.
Brian looked down at his mother’s upper chest and saw several beads of wine trickling down towards her cleavage. He reached down and placed the length of his index finger on her chest six inches or more below her collar bones and slowly ran it up over her smooth wet skin, wiping the wine from her. Lynn leaned back a bit and looked down, watching her son’s finger move up her bare chest. She wanted to let go of her legs and lay back to show herself to him but fought the urge.
“More?” he asked, holding the glass up and wagging it. The wine sloshed about inside.
Lynn was too horny to speak. All she could do was nod, eager to continue their erotic game.
Brian made sure he poured faster than his mother could drink, hoping to repeat what had happened. When her mouth was full Lynn grunted and pulled back, allowing some wine to run from her ruby lips. She and Brian both looked down as the wine ran down her chin and dripped on her chest. He waited longer before wiping it this time, allowing it to reach the top of her left breast.