Done, Kevin stood up and began moving her in a few different positions. He wanted to just bend her over, wanted to see her firm ass in that position, something he often imagined, but he resisted the temptation, reluctantly keeping it appropriate even as his cock begged for major inappropriateness.
Amanda’s pussy was on fire. She desperately wanted him to touch her pussy and, if not, to be alone so she could touch it herself. Yet, the reality was she was helpless to deal with her lust at the moment, completely at the mercy of the hands of her sexy, but tentative son.
Eventually Kevin, deciding he was about to burst if he kept touching her, ended the sexual tension as he picked her up and tossed her into the pool before diving in himself. Both of them knew something was changing, yet both of them were unsure how to deal with the changing unspeakable relationship.
That afternoon Amanda went shopping and bought a couple new toys for the bedroom, her sexual appetite not being quenched by her tiny vibrator. A ten inch dildo, an eight inch vibrator with a dozen speeds and a massage wand were all things she looked forward to experimenting with to keep her sexually satiated and also to keep her from walking into her son’s room and raping him…although she was pretty confident he would love it.
Each day Amanda posed in a new outfit, each day Kevin’s touches grew more and more intimate, and each day both of them pleasured themselves with fantasies of crossing the line that was blurring more and more every day.
As much as Kevin was getting more aggressive with his touching, Amanda was getting more seductive in her attire choices and scenarios:
-She lounged in the hot tub wearing a sexy one-piece.
-She sat on a running washing machine barely able to not come while her son moved her around oblivious to the impact of the vibrations of the machine on her pussy.
-She posed in all white lingerie: bra, garter, stockings and thong that had Kevin near eruption at first sight, her legs looking sexy as hell in the silk stockings. Kevin, of course, spent even longer touching her legs, the feeling of the silk a major turn-on.
-Then she pushed the envelope even further sauntering in late one evening wearing a Catwoman outfit, knowing full well that her son loved Batman and particularly the original Catwoman: Julie Newmar, whom he met once on a shoot she was at when he was younger. This was the day that Kevin, without a doubt, knew his mother was enjoying this…enjoying the intimate moments with him…but did teasing him and enjoying it mean she was willing to cross the line? Kevin was both horny and confused and wanting to know if he should push it further.
During these teasing days, Kevin indeed did get more aggressive. He began to tell her to freeze randomly throughout the day while she was cooking or doing housework. He started getting bolder as well, building confidence by inferring his mother’s outfit choices were a hint of her desire. He began to slyly move his hands over her chest, never stopping but definitely crossing a line, and even began kissing her arms, neck and ear.