She turned and hugged her son again. This time she did not push her hips into him, for she clearly saw his enormous erection and did not want to go too fast. She did rub her breasts against him, though, and kissed him once more, on the other cheek. When she pulled away his reaction told her that it had worked. He was openly staring at her breasts, where both nipples had just barely teased out of her top, a result of her carefully orchestrated rubs against his body. John had a generous view of the areolas of both of his mom’s breasts. Of course, she pretended not to notice his gaze, instead arching her back, flaunting her tits in a fake stretch.
“Mmmph. It’s starting to get late.” Her pink nipples absorbed all of John’s attention and he barely even heard his mother. She stretched again for him, causing one nipple to come into view. On an impulse John stepped forward and hugged her, pushing that nipple into his bare chest.
“I love you, mom,” he whispered, his voice full of desire. She was surprised, but she gently moved closer, feeling his long shaft, the object of her desire, press between her legs. Suddenly, though, he pulled away, embarrassed, and she realized things were moving too quick for her baby boy. She sat down on the towel, legs open, leaning back on her hands.
“Sit with me, John.” She wanted to keep up their physical contact, but apparently John was not ready to have his cock touch her in so intimate a way. This was her alternative.
He sat between her legs with his back to her, as she indicated. Her inner thighs were touching the outside of his thighs, with his ass was a short distance away from her crotch. She leaned forward and touched John’s shoulders. He jumped at first, but soon relaxed as she gently massaged him. Her hands massaged down his back, all the way down to the top of his swimming suit. She then stopped massaging and began to just touch him. Her fingers slid up and around his sides, making him shiver a little. She scooted closer and her inner thighs came in contact with the sides of her son’s ass. Her gentle caresses continued, down his arms now, making them tingle with pleasure.
Wanting to be closer to his mom, John leaned back. He felt her breasts against his back and then her hands on his front, rubbing his chest. The pretense of a massage was gone now as they both became caught up in the moment. They were both breathing heavily and fast. The tantalizing taboo of incest loomed before them and they were both ready to succumb to it.
She slid her hands down his stomach as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, rubbing his mother’s smooth skin. He scooted his ass back towards her, and she pushed her pussy against the top of his ass, tightening her thighs around him. He gasped when her fingers touched his thighs, pushing his shorts up and rubbing him erotically. She rubbed his thighs hard while taking care not to touch his cock, still fearful she might scare him off.
He was well beyond that point, however. He rubbed his body up and down against his mother, feeling her tits dragging across his back. Her hands continued to caress him lovingly and he returned the favor, rubbing his own hands up and down her legs. His fingers slid down to the side of her thighs now, then all the way up to the side of her ass. She moaned.