Amanda suddenly felt a wave of guilt after a few minutes of kissing her son…she was committing incest. Feeling overwhelmed, she broke the kiss and stammered, “T-t-thanks for the practice.”
Kevin nodded, “Sure thing, Mom,” but felt like he had been punched in the gut. He was sure he had read the signs properly, and being rejected made him disillusioned with the whole thing.
They ate in relative silence, and then Kevin dejectedly prepared to leave for work his job at the mall.
Amanda felt guilt all breakfast both at her lustful desire for her son and for pushing him away seeing in his eyes the hurt the rejection had on him. Wanting to make it up to him, wanting to give him the ultimate Valentine’s Day present, she suggested, “Kevin, let’s celebrate Valentine’s Day together tonight.”
Kevin couldn’t read his mom anymore. Before being pushed away today, he would have hoped that this meant crossing the line; what better day than Valentine’s Day to show complete love for someone. Yet, now he wasn’t so sure; but hoping it was still a possibility, he agreed tentatively, “Sure.”
All day, Amanda replayed the past month; she replayed how increasingly intimate it had gotten; she replayed his hands on her breasts and his finger touching her pussy; lastly, she replayed the morning’s kiss. In the end, the evidence was there and undeniable, without a doubt she wanted her son; she saw him as a man, a lover.
She decided she was going to go for the sexual kill, putting herself out there completely. She was going to make herself completely vulnerable by giving herself to her son. She went shopping and purchased red sexy lingerie: bra, thong and thigh high stockings.
She got into the outfit and laid on her son’s bed waiting for him to get home.
Kevin came home feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The look in his mother’s eyes as he left gave him hope, yet being pushed away when he kissed her, albeit after a few minutes and a lot of passion, confused him.
Walking in the house, he closed the door and heard his Mom call out, “I’m in your room, honey.”
Immediately, Kevin’s cock hardened as he walked towards his room. Excited, praying he hadn’t read all the signs wrong, he walked into his room to see his mother on all fours, on his bed, in all red lingerie.
She was staring at him and said, in her frozen state, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Kevin moved to his bed, all his fantasies washing through him at once. He said, “I think today we will really test your ability to stay frozen.”
She replied, “Do whatever you want to me,” stressing the word ‘whatever, giving him complete permission to use her body.
He moved to her ass, barely covered by the thong that left nothing to the imagination, and squeezed her ass cheeks.
Amanda held in a moan, but couldn’t hold back a yelp when after a few seconds he playfully slapped her ass.
He continued rubbing his mom’s ass, especially where he had created a slight red mark. He then moved his finger down the crack of her ass and all the way to her pussy. He said, as he pulled her thin fabric aside, deciding it was time to cross the line, slid a finger inside her already very wet pussy, “Let’s see if you have finally mastered staying frozen.”