Kevin poured the lotion liberally into his hands and slowly coated his mother’s body from head to toe. He started with the back of her neck, shoulders and arms. His touch was purposefully sly and gentle, wanting to enjoy every second of it, yet also hoping somehow, someway through his touch his mother would see him not as a son, but as a man.
Amanda loved how soft and tender her son’s touch was. Part of her wanted to just give in to her growing desires and kiss him, yet knowing that incest was wrong and she was the mother, she resisted even as her pussy burned for attention.
Kevin moved his hands between the beautiful crevice between his mom’s breasts, his fingers dangerously close to the breasts he suckled on all those years ago. The temptation to go further was almost unbearable, but his respect for his mother overrode his own fantasies, instead testing the boundaries by moving teasingly close to her taboo parts.
Amanda couldn’t think straight. She wanted him to cup her breasts, suck on her erect nipples, give her the long resisted pleasure she barely remembered.
Kevin could see his mother’s erect nipples through the thin bikini fabric and felt confident his touch was turning her on as much as it was him. Yet, not wanting to linger too long in one spot, he continued moving lower, spreading the on her toned belly, hips and back.
Disappointment rushed through Amanda as he moved away from her breasts, even though she did love the feel of his hands all over her, especially her hips.
Kevin knelt in front of her, his face directly in front of his mom’s vagina. He wondered if she was shaved…was she wet…was he really having the impact on her that he thought he was?
Again as Amanda looked at her son below her, she was tempted to grab his head and pull him into her wet pussy. She knew he stared at her often, assumed she was likely a fantasy of his, having read online about many theories that all sons want to fuck their moms, but would he actually be willing to be more than a son; would a gentleman like Kevin fuck her hard like she wanted it? In reality, it was obvious to her, he was the only person she loved; the only one she could truly trust…why not do the only thing left that would show him she loved him unconditionally. He was her everything and the idea that he could be more than just a son…he could also be a lover was both appealing and, yet, terrifying.
Kevin felt his mouth water, the idea of tugging the skimpy bikini down and tasting her spinning in his head. He had to keep reminding himself she was his mother, even though, of course, he knew she was and that was what made the temptation even greater…his mother always having been his greatest stroke fantasy. Every girl he dated he compared to his mother and none, no matter how pretty, how sexy, could remotely live up to the woman he already loved…his mother.
After applying lotion to his mother’s thighs, his fingers so close to her pussy, he slowly, like a snail, moved down his mother’s legs, generously adding lotion to every inch of her toned legs all the way to her perfectly manicured feet.