She cleared the table and went upstairs to get changed while Jake opened a bottle of wine and went to go pick a movie in the Den.
Ok, what would be a good one movie to watch, he thought. He found one that looked good, knowing nothing about it other than the woman on the front had wonderful breasts, and the man behind her looked like he meant business.
Upstairs, Susan disrobed, letting her dress fall onto the floor around her feet. She picked out a thin little nighty. Putting it on would make her feel sexy, something her ex could never do. She held her tits in her hands and gave them a light squeeze. Her pussy gushed a little bit. It’s been a long time, she thought. If only Jake wasn’t my son. It’d be nice to feel a man inside me again. She slid the nightgown over her head, exchanged her wet panties for dry ones, and went back downstairs.
She found Jake stretched out on the couch. Her glass of wine was on the coffee table, and the movie was ready to go. It was her turn to drink in the sight of her son for a minute. He was strong. His muscles on his legs and arms were toned. The hair on his body made him look like a man. He was good looking boy,
Just like his father, she thought. “Hey boy, you ready to watch this thing or what,” she said, grabbing her glass of wine.
Jake turned and looked up at his mother for a second. God damn, he thought, she looks good. “Uh-yea, let me start it up.”
She noticed him staring at her breasts and felt herself moisten a little bit, excited that he had noticed. Stop it Susan, she thought, he’s your son. Trying to keep her nerves steady she sat down next to him. He put his head in her lap and the movie began. She sipped the wine and ran her fingers through his hair.
The movie played in the background. Jake could feel his mother’s fingers caressing his head. He had snuck a little wine for himself and started to feel the effects. His body relaxed, he stretched, and moved his hand up to hold his mother’s. Their fingers interlocked, and he ran his thumb over her soft skin. Between the wine, the warmth of her lap, and the feel of her hand, he was in heaven. His cock began to stir in his shorts. He shifted his weight and hoped his mother wouldn’t notice, praying that there wouldn’t be any more love scenes in the movie.
Susan was starting to feel the wine herself. God this is relaxing, she thought. Her son’s hand felt warm in her own. She noticed the slight bulge in his shorts. He must feel relaxed too. Her imagination drifted to what might be growing underneath. She tried to put the thought out of her head, but couldn’t help herself. wonder what it looks like. How it would feel if I held it in my hand? Jesus, she thought, please don’t get any harder.
The movie played. The wine sang, and their blood warmed. It wasn’t long before the next love scene came, the hero taking what he knew the woman wanted. His body was chiseled, and glistening with sweat. He hovered above her thrusting his hips forward and back.
Oh shit, Jake thought, here it comes. His cock reached full mast. It pulsated and pushed against the fabric of his shorts. The rim of his penis was clear against the mesh. He shifted his weight again, afraid to move too much and draw attention to himself. I can’t help it, he thought, it feels so good. He began to hope his mother might notice. He wanted to feel her hands on his body. Images of her flooded his brain. He began to move his hips back and forth, hoping she might notice.