“Do me up,” ordered Vicky as she spun around and gestured towards the zipper. Hands trembling, Donny did as he was told. Feeling the zip reach it’s peak, Vicky turned around and affected a hurried look. She straightforwardly grasped the edges of her son’s open shorts and began to fasten the buttons and the restraining cord. Donny felt the backs of his mother’s hand brush against the tip of his cock through his shorts as she raised her hands to grasp the opening.
Vicky, reflexively patted lightly against the top of her son’s groin as if to signal ‘all done’, Why did you do that?! she thought, but she knew that a part of her was looking for an excuse to touch her son’s penis. You’re trying to touch it aren’t you?…Maybe he won’t mind. You’re just a curious mother. Interested in all facets of her growing young man.
“How do I look?” asked Vicky, pulling at the edges of her swimsuit, adjusting it into place.
“Umm…really good mom…I mean, fine..OKAY I mean!” replied Donny, swiftly correcting himself. Vicky smirked.
Fuck I want to touch them. I want to touch my mom’s breasts. God damnit, what is wrong with me?, thought Donny as he found himself looking for an excuse to do so.
“There’s just… some dirt smudged across there…from the floor. It looks a bit funny,” said Donny as he pointed toward his mother’s chest with his gaze.
Wait, what’s he up to? thought Vicky. “Oh is there? Where? Show me,” she replied. I see what he’s doing. Let’s see if he’s got the balls to do it? Fuck Vicky, you’re letting this go too far. She inspected her swimsuit as if she didn’t know where the blemish was.
“Just..there mom..”
“Come on Donny, brush it off. I can’t see it!”
Donny reached his right hand out tentatively and lightly ran his fingers across the edge of the fabric containing his mother’s right breast. “Here…,” he said with a look of vulnerability, his eyes begging for permission. He brushed his thumb against the imagined dirt.
“I can’t see it from here. Just rub it off for me, then let’s go,” she instructed. Donny opened the palm of his hand to rub down firmly at the side of his mother’s breast, letting his thumb rest upon and sink lightly into the front of the soft mound. Vicky inhaled deeply at the touch of her son’s bold hand.
My god..look at how they’re jiggling, thought Donny. “It’s…a bit stubborn.. Sorry, if I just..,” he said before taking a step closer, resting his left hand on his mother’s belly to stabilize her body. Vicky felt a rush of blood fill up her face. She was utterly taken aback by the way her son was seemingly escalating the interaction of his own free will.
Little bastard is eager. His hands will be all over you at this rate. What’ll that feel like?, she contemplated.
“Is it coming off?” inquired Vicky as she brought her hands up and gently grasped the underbelly of her breasts, pretending to shift and position them to better expose the supposed stubborn mess on her swimsuit front. Donny sensed that his mother was helping lead this situation into an unusual direction, and as the pair briefly locked eyes, they each expressed a look which seemed to confirm their shared intentions for further exploration.