It worked for a minute or so, but her mind strayed to Vince’s hand on her thigh. She imagined him sliding it further, until he encountered his mother’s wet pussy. It would be his long thick fingers inside her, and she’d moan his name while he drove them into her hard and deep.
He’d make her come, then she’d roll over and ride him. Considering how amazing the rest of his body was, Rose had no doubt her son would have an amazing cock. Her breathing was getting faster and deeper and her thighs already quivering.
She straightened her legs, and bent her feet, her toes curling as they always did when she was straining to come. Despite the voice in her mind telling her she shouldn’t be thinking about Vince, her incestuous thoughts kept flowing.
She imagined being on top of him, her hands on his muscular chest while his were on her tits. Repeatedly driving herself down onto his cock and him moaning ‘oh, mom’ his hips thrusting frantically as his balls prepared to empty into his mother’s…
Rose stopped, when she realized the narrow cheap bed was shaking. She suppressed a whimper of frustration as she had been so close. She hadn’t thought she was rubbing hard enough to shake even this flimsy mattress.
The bed was still shaking. Her eyes flew open and she looked over at Vince. His eyes were closed, but like hers had been, his lips were parted, and he was breathing heavy. Her gaze shifted lower and her eyes widened.
The sheet was moving rapidly up and down, and the visible part of his arm was moving.
Vince was jerking off!
Talk about like mother like son! Rose became aware of his hand still resting on her leg moving lightly back and forth, caressing the soft skin of her upper thigh caress her soft skin. Her heart raced when she wondered if he were thinking of her while he stroked his cock.
“Honey?” Rose couldn’t resist. “You okay?”
His hand stopped moving, and he opened his eyes with exaggerated slowness, as he turned to look at her. “Huh?”
“You were shaking, are you okay?” She fought back a smile at the nervous look on his sweaty face.
“Um, yeah.” He nodded, his head bobbing in a jerky motion, and his eyes darting everywhere, but his face.
“You sure? You were making some groaning noises?” She lost the battle and felt her lips curving into a smile. “Bad dream?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed, his head bobbing again. “Bad dream?”
His eyes had stopped moving and were now lingering below her face. Rose followed his line of sight and saw her nipples poking through the thin material, and with a start she realized her hand was still under her shirt.
“Are you sure it was a bad dream?” Rose eased her hand from her shirt, the move calling more of his attention to her breasts.
“Yeah why?” His eyes had gone lower, now focusing on where her other hand was still under the sheet.
“Because it looks like you were having a pretty good dream.” She pointed to the tent he was pitching in the sheet. A very large tent.
“Oh, um, shit!” As red as Vince was from the heat, the flush managed to deepen and his hands went to his crotch, trying to push down what looked like a very persistent erection.