For Amanda her neck was her trigger button and her knees gave out every time her neck was touched by his lips.
Kevin, of course, noticed that his mother not only moved every time he kissed her neck, but her whole neck would go red. This was an advantage he planned to keep working on in his attempt to eventually sleep with his mom.
Amanda, her hunger to somehow make this relationship sexual growing with every day, every touch, considered a more blunt approach. As her son was definitely getting more aggressive, but still not going for the sexual jugular, she created a conversation to push the situation further.
Dressed in a ridiculously sexy cheerleader outfit, wearing pigtails, and standing up with her arms in the air with Pom Poms in her hands, she posed in his bedroom, another not so subtle hint of her intentions.
Kevin gasped when he walked into his bedroom and saw his mother in the outfit. Like all teenage boys, cheerleaders are like kryptonite. His cock immediately got hard and he tried to slyly adjust himself, but his mother noticed.
Amanda couldn’t help but smile at seeing her impact on her son, sensing the intimate end was close.
“Kevin, I almost got fired today,” Amanda lied, her boss now actually very happy with her performance, while remaining stoic.
“Really, why?” Kevin asked, surprised, knowing she was very good at the job now, his cock begging to be released from its fabric prison.
“Well, a few perverts are slyly touching my vagina and making me moan,” she admitted, “plus, my nipples get hard so easily when touched sexually.”
Kevin, sensing another naughty opportunity, asked, as he walked in front of her, “So you need to be able to be molested and not react?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Do you want me to help you with this?” Kevin asked.
“Please,” she agreed, watching as her son’s hands went to her breasts. Unlike before when he slowly moved his hands over them, this time he cupped them.
Kevin couldn’t believe he was being allowed to feel his mother’s breasts, breasts he had fantasized about forever. He wanted to suck on her nipples, but instead gave a firm squeeze before moving behind her and slowly putting his hand on her back and guiding her forward to finally bend her over like he had wanted to since day one of this crazy mannequin play time.
Amanda, having given so many hints, was hoping he would take those hints and just flip up the skimpy skirt, tug down her thong and bury his cock in her pussy; but instead he slowly moved his hand over her ass, squeezing it firmly. Amanda barely held in a moan, the anticipation of more fogging her head.
Kevin pondered just asking her, ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’, but his shy, conservative demeanour rejected the lustful arrogant male persona that just wasn’t him. Instead, he moved his hand nervously between his mother’s legs and to her crotch for the first time. To his surprise, as his fingers touched her pussy, he felt wetness.
Amanda couldn’t help it, she moaned loudly, her growing lust to be with her son only enhancing the pleasure. Shame briefly cascaded through her at allowing her son to touch her pussy, yet lust overpowered the shame as she instead wiggled slightly against his fingers.