In a quick sweep, he moved his right hand up under her dress and rested it on her belly. He brought his left hand up until the little string side of her panty was between his thumb and forefinger. He snuck a finger under the string and snapped it lightly against her hip bone.
It was getting very warm under the blanket. But neither Maddy nor Kyle minded and neither of them was going to take it off.
Maddy leaned to the side a little so she could look back and to the side at her son. She and Kyle stared into each other’s eyes. They said no words, but understanding passed between them. Kyle looked back at his dad’s chair. No movement from dad.
He looked back at mom, and he gave her a kiss –just a peck — on her lips. She smiled back at her son. Her loving, strong — and increasingly large — son.
Maddy couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening. Kyle was holding her like a lover, not like a son. Her body loved it. It tingled with the feeling of his hands on her belly and on her panties.
She looked at the back of Carl’s chair to make sure he wasn’t looking, and she leaned over and gave Kyle a quick kiss back.
She couldn’t let this get out of hand. This was her son, after all, and her husband was right next to both of them. But she would continue to enjoy the feel of Kyle’s hands on her. She turned back to the television screen and tried to watch the show.
Kyle was past watching T.V., though. The feel of his mom’s smooth skin against his hands and her soft voluptuous body in his arms electrified him, and every sense was at high pitch. His nose caught the fresh scent of her hair.
Mom was enjoying this, Kyle thought. And she wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of dad. Her sense of propriety would give him some latitude to keep touching her.
He pushed his right hand down her belly and between her thighs, and he let it rest right over her panties. He pressed his middle finger down, right over where he guessed her pussy would be.
He found it, all right. Maddy reacted. She couldn’t help herself. She pressed her mound against his finger before she could think of a more appropriate response.
I shouldn’t have done that, she thought. But she didn’t want his hands to stop. If she just sat there quietly, watching television, she could enjoy it and pretend it wasn’t happening at the same time.
Kyle’s finger and Maddy’s pussy mound began moving in rhythm against each other. She was impressed at her son’s skill with his finger. It knew exactly where to be and how to press, and she could tell it was starting to make her damp below. She couldn’t let herself come in front of husband, however. Even in his current state he would notice that. But Kyle’s finger kept pressing against the slight panty fabric over her pussy. If he kept going he definitely would make her come.
But he stopped. She wondered why, but not for long.
His right hand moved away from her pussy to the string on her right hip. He hooked both his thumbs under the sides of her panties and began pulling.
Her son was going to remove her panties under the blanket, while her husband sat just a few feet away.