“I thought you’d already left for work,” said Julia.
“Why would I do that?” asked Robbie. “I’d have missed the sexy fashion show!”
“How long have you been standing there?” his mother asked, a bit afraid of the answer to her question. She was desperately trying to deny any possible connection between her sexy look and her son’s hardon.
“Not long enough, Mom,” he grinned, turning to go. “I think I missed the best part,” he added with a laugh as he headed down the hallway.
She took a long last look at herself in the mirror. She suddenly had a very naughty and very sexually arousing thought, a thought so lewd and nasty that it brought the familiar warm tingle of arousal to her pussy. What made her thought so powerfully erotic was that she knew it hadn’t been brought on by seeing her sexy new self in the mirror. She knew that what was turning her on was the fact that her handsome son, the one with the man-sized weapon between his legs, had seen her sexy new self and apparently liked what he saw. She slipped a hand down inside her skirt and slowly rubbed her pussy mound through her panties.
“Did you see that big beautiful bulge in his pants?” she asked the attractive woman in the mirror.
And she suddenly stopped touching herself and stared at her reflected self.
‘Oh God, what’s wrong with me?’ thought Julia, quickly removing her hand from her panties and feeling a sudden wave of confusion and shame. She shouldn’t be happy about sexually teasing her own son. Should she?
And then she realized that her feelings of sexual need were more powerful that her desire to abide by some silly social taboo. And what was that thing called, anyway?
Her hand found its way back inside her clothes, this time inside her black lace panties. She found her slightly swollen clit and pressed a finger to it.
Oh yes, Incest. Incest was what it was called. She knew, almost in a moment of enlightenment, that she and Robbie were about to enter a new phase in their mother-son relationship. An incestuous one, perhaps? No. An incestuous one, definitely.
She fingerfucked herself in a rhythm that matched humping movements of her hips. She felt herself helplessly caught up in her own horniness. She had to sit on the edge of the bed to keep from losing her balance and falling.
She knew that despite her misgivings, she was going to find ways to tease her son more and more. She wanted to find out what her son’s cock looks like … (damn, that feels so goooooddd) … and how it tastes … (oh shit I love you Robbie) … and how it feels stretching the walls of his mother’s hot and needy pussy … (YESSSSS!) … and then she lay back on the bed and let her whole body be shaken by the most powerful orgasm she’d had in a long time.
‘Oh, Robbie, you sweet stud motherfucker…’
When she regained her composure, she straightened her skirt and left the room..
Julia smiled all the way to work. She was confident in her decision to let her life move in an exciting new direction. The New Julia looked great, and she felt great. And she smelled great, if you liked the fresh smell of a pussy that has just flooded itself in a violent spasm of raw lust.