Vicky licked her fingertips then placed them on the spot that her son was prodding, “is this helping?” she asked as she massaged the side of her breast for a few moments, enjoying how it made her breast puff up, threatening to topple out from her bra. Her son’s right hand dropped to grasp her hip while his left hand remained gently rperched on her belly. This is your son holding you, holding you and touching you, yet it feels like the touch of a lover, for the first time. Why am I allowing this?
The sound of departing footsteps brought Vicky back to reality. “..wierdos in there I think..,” one of the men mumbled as their footsteps grew quieter and more distant.
Mother and son acknowledged the departure of the two men, the pair grinning knowingly at one another like two school kids in the midst of a crush who’ve snuck away to a private hiding spot with amorous intent.
“It’s not working,” said Vicky, frustrated, “here, let me just…,” and she raised her right shoulder, retracting her arm back through the arm hoop, setting a single breast free. Those dickheads are gone…how far should I let this go? His hands feel amazing, so tender, so curious.
“Let me take a look,” Vicky mumbled as she popped her other arm and breast free, folding the fabric in on itself to inspect the supposed dirt spot. Donny felt his cock begin to stiffen at the sight of his mother’s bare breasts once more. He was now operating almost entirely on the fumes of lust.
“Crap, it’s gone though onto your skin,” he said earnestly as he moved his right hand to his mother’s bare breast, touching it in the same place, and in the same manner as when it were guarded by fabric. Vicky squeezed his arm firmly, cleared her throat and relaxed into her son’s touch to indicate her consent.
Donny sensed his mother’s approval, and with added confidence decided to mimic his mother’s prior strategy, licking his fingertips and then smudging them on the thick of her boob. Vicky began to bed her fingernails gently into her son’s skin, her mind’s natural impulses beginning to commandeer her body. She inched closer toward Donny.
“Oh, I didn’t tie you up properly,” giggled Vicky as her son kneaded her breast. You sound ridiculous…, Vicky reproached herself. Donny felt his mother’s hands grasp the cord of his boardshorts, “we can’t have these slipping off you in the water,” she giggled, almost girlishly, as she fiddled around with the fabric near his crotch. “Shhi-!” Vicky contracted her word and made a pretense at bungling the refastening of his boardshorts, deftly tugging as her hands dropped, causing Donny’s fly to fling open and his shorts to slip down his thighs. Like a jack-in-the-box, out sprung the semi-erect cock of her son, pointing brazenly toward her waist.
“Fuck!” yelped Donny in surprise — and shame — as his rigid cock continued to thicken in the presence of his bare-chested mother.
“Shit! Sorry honey. I didn’t mean to ugh…,” responded Vicky as she knelt down to retrieve his shorts as they began gradually crawling down his legs. She pretended to be focused on remedying the situation, but as she raised his shorts back up his legs she paused with her face just a breath away from Donny’s erection, jutting her head backward as she ‘stumbled upon’ the issue at hand. “…well…this is..certainly…something, now isn’t it?” Vicky remarked, taking a moment to stare up at her son’s face, leaving his vulnerable member out in the open.