As much as Kevin was tempted, he was an eighteen year old boy after all. Amanda was getting more and more confused. Why did she like her son’s touch so much? Why did she look forward to these imitate moments? Why was she craving his touch? Why was she having dreams that ended up with her having sex with her son? She continued to blame it on her lengthy dry spell, but every day the temptation seemed to grow inside her more and more. ‘Is incest really such a bad thing?’ she pondered to herself after the most recent touching where his fingers were teasingly close to her damp pussy.
Every night without fail, Kevin shot his load imagining making love to his mannequin mother. Even though he still didn’t think there was a chance of anything more than the playful touching sessions…he was beginning to wonder if the possibility did exist.
Meanwhile, as the days went on, Amanda could no longer deny it. The past few days her son’s touch had been undeniably turning her on, making her wet and desperate for more. His soft hands gently caressing her shoulders, slithering ever so slowly down her legs and gliding teasingly close to her long neglected private parts was driving her mad with insatiable desire, creating a fire that she couldn’t extinguish no matter how hard she tried with moral logic and motherly responsibility. The last two days she had pleasured herself in her room with her small vibrator wishing it was bigger and more powerful, and each time as she reached climax her son’s face inexplicably popped into her head. She had considered stopping the unique mother-son bonding experience knowing it was causing these taboo dreams, fantasies and feelings, but it really had helped with her job and she didn’t merely enjoy the time with Kevin, it was her daily highlight.
So instead of quitting, like a mother should do, she began to pose in sexier outfits, in hotter positions and scenarios, deciding to create fantasies for both of them…not sure she was willing to cross the line, but enjoying the attention she was getting from a man, albeit her son.
On Saturday, she suggested they go for a swim in the backyard pool. Kevin didn’t think it was anything out of the ordinary as they often spent the weekend lounging in and around the pool. Even though it was late January, in San Diego every day was a great day for a swim.
When Kevin came out of the house, he saw his mother standing there, lotion in her hand, in a beautiful two piece bikini that didn’t remotely hide her breasts and really showcased her legs. Kevin instantly had a tent in his trunks, one he couldn’t hide.
Amanda saw the impact of her pose and outfit on her son and broke into a smile, before quickly returning to her stoic position in anticipation of her son’s hands on her.
Kevin, seeing this as a beautiful opportunity to push the boundaries a bit, walked over to her and for the first time since doing this, talked during the playtime. “I think you need to be protected from the sun.” Kevin laughed at the accidental pun as he took the lotion out of his mother’s hands, just as Amanda had hoped he would.