Lawyer's Advice

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old.*

Lilian sighed, as she spoke with her divorce attorney. After years of being in an unhappy marriage, she finally decided to take the first step toward a divorce. Her husband Ronald was always distant and, annoyingly, was also withholding of affection, even when they had first gotten together in high school just before she had gotten pregnant. The last straw was her soon-to-be ex-husband taking a job in another state, and therefore spending weeks and sometimes months away from home. After he had taken the job without asking her opinion, he had actually said that he preferred to keep the house they had now and that he could just get a furnished apartment until they decided on things. But he never decided on anything and always put her off when she wanted to talk about possibly moving. As her attorney finished the paperwork and added a restraining order just in case, Lilian mused silently that she wasn't getting any younger and she shouldn't be wasting her time in an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage.

At 38, Lilian still considered herself to be attractive. She wasn't a supermodel, but she had a good "Mom bod," as her friends called it. She had never been a petite girl, but she was attractive. She had nice big tits that always earned her some head turns. Her ass had gotten bigger, but her figure looked natural for her age. She wasn't opposed to her appearance. She had gotten enough flirtatious comments and suggestive compliments over the years to convince her that she was attractive to the opposite sex. With her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and big pouty lips, she considered herself more than capable of attracting a new partner.

She sighed in worry, as she thought of her son, Alex. At 18 he was a senior in high school. He had her complexion but kept in very good shape by competitive swimming, earning him a full athletic scholarship to college and a more than appealing swimmer's cut physique. Lilian had to suppress a huff of annoyance, as she remembered all of the appreciative remarks, perverted comments, and innuendo that her friends had said about and sometimes to her son. Nothing had ever seemed to embarrass or affect him, so she had always let it go. But how would he feel about the divorce?

Alex and his father got along fine, but they had never been close. She supposed that she was slightly to blame for not encouraging the two of them to spend more time together over the years, but with as much sitting she had done on her son, it was only natural that he would be more comfortable talking to her. Hell, Lilian had always been the one to pick out and buy all of her son's birthday and Christmas presents over the years. She couldn't help but smile when she recognized that even though Alex was in no way effeminate, emotionally weak, or lacking in self-assurance, to her he was still an obvious "mommy's boy." When he had run to tell her that he had been offered the athletic scholarship, he had picked her up and hugged her tightly, making her laugh out loud at his antics.

She sighed again, knowing that he would be leaving for college soon. He would probably drift away as he became more independent. He'd meet someone who made him happy. And she would be left alone in that big house. She sullenly considered that any woman who earned her son's affections would be very lucky and more than fulfilled emotionally, intellectually, and sexually. She pursed her lips to suppress a wry smile, as she considered her that her son's toned physique, stamina, caring nature, and attentiveness would leave any woman fully filled, in every way possible. She sighed again. How was she supposed to compete with that?

Her attention was brought back to her attorney, as the woman finished the paperwork and said that she would take care of having everything served within 24 hours. Lilian sighed and nodded, as her thoughts returned to her son's reaction to all of this. Picking up on Lilian's somber mood, her attorney offered, "I think you making the right decision."

Lilian smiled sadly and replied, "Yeah, I know."

Not wanting to bring up her son, Lilian added, "I just don't know where to go from here here. I've been married to him for 18 years. I've never even been with someone else."

Lilian was surprised to see the look of surprise on her attorney's face, before she asked, "Even after over two years without sex, you never sought comfort elsewhere?"

Lilian blushed, but shook her head negatively. Her attorney added, "Well that will certainly play out well with the divorce proceedings, but maybe you should consider it. Especially now that you're legally separated, living in separate states, and since the divorce procedures are in motion. There's nothing wrong with taking some 'Me time,' even if you aren't alone, Lilian."

Lilian shook her head, before admitting, "No, I was actually thinking about my son, Alex."

The swift U-turn confused the attorney, but surprisingly, she only shrugged and replied, "Well that sort of thing is more frequent than you might think. There has been a growing movement against the taboos of the past. You're both very attractive, you're in your sexual prime, and he's a very athletic young man. Since you're both consenting adults, whatever happens behind closed doors is nobody's business but your own. Plus with the increase in incestuous relationships in movies, TV, and books, not to mention porn and erotic stories, I would say that more and more people are at the very least intrigued by incest."

Lilian blinked and stared at the other woman, until she finally corrected, "I meant, that I was worried about how my son would react to me divorcing his father."

The lawyer turned beet-red and then practically cackled at her misunderstanding, before replying, "I'm so sorry, Lilian. But the way we were talking, I thought that was what you were referring to. But in my defense, my previous statements stand."

Lilian blinked again and asked, "Do you really mean that? Incest is on the rise?"

Her lawyer shrugged nonchalantly, but then pressed on with cleverly hidden excitement, appeal, and anticipation at the possibilities open to Lilian and her son, as she added, "I've heard the way you talk about Alex, Lilian. Your face lights up when you talk about him or even say his name, you're obviously not liking the idea of him leaving the house, and with the hesitation that you have off when we exchanged pictures of our sons, I'm sure you hate hearing other women talk about him in a sexual way. You seemed territorial when you showed me his pictures. There is obviously something there. But if you want to test yourself, try going to the website 'Literotica' to read some stories about incest and also try watching the porno 'Taboo.' Just see how they make you feel. If you're disgusted or turned off, then that's your answer. But if you're intrigued and turned on, then maybe you should take further steps to be happy. Plus you could certainly make your son a very happy young man. Just remember no woman can ever love your son as much as you do and you're the yardstick that your son will use to measure other women. Why not cut out the middle woman and just go for it?"

Lilian was so confused and frazzled, but took her attorney's advice and said that she would look into the website and watch the movie. Her attorney smiled in satisfaction, unseen by Lilian, as she felt her pussy moisten at the thought of enticing and converting yet another mother and son into the wonderful world of incest. She made a note, once Lilian had turned to leave, about seeing to it that Lilian received some teaser emails and a temporary membership to her favorite website dedicated to the numerous pornos about mother and son incest. Though "Taboo" would always be the best in her eyes, she had to admit that the modern stuff was panty-soaking too. After a few weeks, she would broach the subject with Lilian again. If all else fails, a trip to Oedipus Island should help the mother and son along. She moaned softly, before sending her own son a quick text saying that she needed to come home early. She then took a picture of her very wet pussy and attached it to the next text, saying that she needed some help scratching an itch. Her son immediately replied and said that he could be home in 20 minutes. She moaned in pleasure as she thought of the many virtues of having a 20-year-old son.

Lilian was in a daze as she arrived home. Still, she made a bee-line for her bedroom, locked the door, and got out her laptop to check out 'Literotica.' After searching through several stories and authors, Lilian felt herself growing wet and squirming in her chair, as she read the beautifully written erotic stories about mother and son incest. After an hour of reading, she had read numerous stories and soaked completely through her panties. Still unsure if she had been turned on by the incest or the well-written and amazingly descriptive erotic stories, she checked the authors of the stories that she'd read and selected a few of their other stories categorized as erotic couplings, first-time, loving wives, mature, and romance. After reading a few of each of these, Lillian huffed in frustration when they didn't stimulate her like the incestuous stories. Even when she did begin to get into the stories, in her mind she was substituting herself and Alex for the lovers in the stories.

After another 30 minutes of annoyance, she switched back to mothers and sons. She then decided to check out "Taboo," to see what the big deal was. On a hunch, she checked her emails and spam folders to see if she'd received any new free trial memberships for porn sites or discounts that were so prevalent these days. As she checked, she happily found a free trial offer for different porn sites offering a plethora of categories. She licked her lips and clenched her thighs when she saw the one titled, "Incest/taboo." The banner showed numerous scantily clad attractive older women possessively hugging younger men. Lillian felt her pussy clench as she read the women's faces and eyes, screaming, "He's mine."

As she filled out the membership info, got access to the site, and immediately sought out and played "Taboo," she couldn't help but ask herself if she was serious about wanting Alex sexually and romantically. Of course, her son had many endearing features and qualities that would make any woman, regardless of her age, cream her panties. She smiled to herself as she thought that her son had so many attractive qualities that it might be easier to consider his bad quaint habits... after several minutes she gave up on that fruitless pursuit and just watched the movie.

Lilian was amazed at the movie's growing intimacy and attraction between the two main characters. They played the parts so well, that the inevitable incest was seamless in its transition. Watching the son grope his hard cock through his pants as he spied on his mother as she soaped herself in the shower and then dressed in very sexy underwear, complete with garter-belt and matching stockings, didn't strike her as perverted but as appealing and titillating. The mother and son's kisses clearly showed their mutual unspoken attraction and desire. The mother's heated glances and innocent touches towards her son shouted that she wanted him sexually.

The first incest scene was the definition of the two's emotional and sexual dams breaking. The single line of dialogue advertised that any talking or explanation was unnecessary. The passion between the two had been palpable. Lilian's only critique was that the son had pulled out and cum on his mother's tits. After all of that build-up, there was no way she would allow Alex to pull out. No, if that had been her and Alex, he would have pumped all of his hot cum directly into her womb. The sheer perversity and depravity of imagining her son pumping her full of baby juice made Lilian moan softly.

The second incestuous scene wasn't as good, but it did have more of a dialogue build-up between mother and son. The mother was reproachful of herself and said that what they had done was wrong. The son of course disregarded all of that and argued that he didn't care. As the son began to kiss his mother, her weak protestations and reluctant struggles quickly melted into moans of pleasure and desire. Watching the son kiss his mother passionately, suck her tits, and then lick her pussy had Lilian squirming with pent-up desire. The sex itself wasn't bad but didn't compare to the first scene. Plus it had another pull-out money shot.

Lilian then began checking out the other movies and scenes on the site. Most of the acting and dialogue were laughable, but some of it was quite nice and convincing. She finally found some actors and actresses capable of delivering a decent cream-pie. Lilian smirked at herself as she realized the new words that she had learned. Wanting to delve deeper into the inner musings, self-loathing, self-doubt, emotional build-up, feelings, and desires of the characters, she went to switch back to the erotic stories, but just as she was about to click away from the website, she saw a link to a blog, instruction, and advice section dedicated to incest. Curious, she clicked on the link and began browsing. She was amazed at all the information at her disposal. She read about supposedly real-life happy mother/son couples, advice on how to test the waters with her son, instructions on learning about incest laws in her area, and numerous other posts that blew her mind. Her actual favorite blog section was a place for mothers and sons to post couples' pictures together without fear of exposure or harassment. She looked at all of the happy faces and felt her heart clench at the thought of adding a picture of her and Alex. She noticed that a lot of the pictures had labels or descriptions that mentioned "Oedipus Island." After checking around the blogs, she discovered that it was an entire private island resort just for mother and son couples. As she read, she found out that it was open to members only, but could be accessed by nonmembers if they hadn't sealed the deal yet and one of them, usually the mother, wanted to pick a private place without the possibility of chastisement or negative attention to seduce their son or mother. The journey to membership was long and drawn out, ensuring that only incestuous couples were allowed to join. She was surprised to learn that the owners/managers offered membership assistance and reviewers of potential applicants in most major cities, including her own. She filed this away for future use and went back to reviewing the other blog categories.

She particularly liked the section that offered advice to mothers who wanted to seduce their sons. If these blogs were true, then her attorney had been right. Mother and son incest was growing in acceptance and popularity. She briefly wondered how her attorney had known about this. Maybe she had represented a client involved in incest. If that were true, Lilian realized that her attorney would be unable to talk about it, given attorney/client privilege. Still, maybe Lilian should ask her about it, just in case. Maybe she was a reviewer for membership on Oedipus Island. She smiled to herself as she wondered if Alex would enjoy a summer vacation this summer.

Shaking her head at her own silliness, Lilian returned her attention to the seduction advice section and began reading. Unsurprisingly, she found a lot of good advice. Everything from maintaining eye contact longer, drawing out hugs, receiving and giving full body massages, cuddling together as often as possible, offering compliments on his behavior and appearance, and treating her son as an adult rather than a child.

The advice then offered suggestions on more intimate and sexual seduction techniques like finding reasons to discuss their sexual histories, asking for her son's assistance in checking her breasts for lumps, complimenting him about his attractiveness, wearing revealing clothes around him, having an "accidental" clothing malfunction, leaving her bedroom door open as she stripped naked or dressed, leaving her bathroom door open as she showered, and acting depressed about her age, appearance, or sexual desirability so that her son would argue the opposite and shower her with compliments. The next section that caught her eye was titled "Sealing the Deal." This section went into great detail on ways to actually initiate sex with her son or see to it that he initiated sex with her. She felt her pussy tremble again as she read very detailed descriptions from other mothers about their first times with their sons. Lilian continued to read the advice section and unconsciously began making a plan in her head.

I sighed as I finally got home from school. After my mom and dad began their divorce, nothing really changed. Dad still lived out of state and Mom and I still lived at home. The only real change was when my dad sent a team of movers to pack up his stuff. Considering that Mom had been the one to choose most of the furniture, bedding, kitchen stuff, and other miscellaneous items, the only thing Dad even owned was what little clothes and bathroom materials that he hadn't taken with him when he moved for his new job. The movers actually commented on this as they packed up what little he had left and said that he could have saved money by renting a van and doing this himself.

Mom and I were fine, financially. She had retired early after making a killing in the stock market and we were basically living off the interest she earned after putting it all in the bank. I was a little worried about how Mom would take the divorce, but she seemed to be handling it fine. She was always the stable and independent one in the relationship, so I shouldn't be surprised at her resilience. The only real change I noticed was her growing playfulness and the added attention she showed towards me.

I had always been a "Mommy's boy" growing up and she had always been ready to help me or spend time with me whenever I wanted to. With my senior year of high school ending within the month and my scholarship secured, I was basically on easy street. I structured my high school classes so that by now I had met all of the requirements to graduate and I was just in "filler" classes now. Mom referred to this semester as "underwater basket-weaving," and she wasn't wrong. But I still had to attend the pointless classes. Luckily the teachers all knew that these classes were pointless, so none of them really cared about the curriculum, just attendance.

Mom wasn't overly clingy, but I noticed that she was usually within talking distance when I was home. I figured that she was getting in as much time with me as she could before I left for college, so I didn't complain. She had always doted on me growing up, but now she seemed to go out of her way to compliment me whenever possible. This resulted in me complimenting her just as much, which seemed to make her happy as well. She was also a very comforting mother. My whole life, she had freely given me hugs, kisses on the cheek, and loved to cuddle as we watched TV. As I grew up, I often wondered if she was using me as a replacement, since Dad was never around and she needed to experience some affection, even if it was just innocent cuddling under a blanket on the couch.

I started to notice that her dress sense had changed. She never wore anything too revealing but since the separation became official, she started wearing clothes that extenuated her figure. Mom had always been attractive and I often wondered why Dad was never around to shower her with attention. She wasn't an athletic supermodel, but her big butt, large breasts, and full body looked great on her. But now she began wearing pants that hugged her ass and I swear sometimes when she wore tight pants with thin fabrics, I could see that she wasn't wearing panties. I tried not to stare, but what can I say, she had a great ass. Her shirts were just as tonight now too, although with the size of her breasts, she couldn't get away with not wearing a bra. Still, all of the shirts that she wore around the house had a significant V-neck that showed off her cleavage. And she may have been wearing a bra, but I could clearly see her hard nipples poking through whenever I looked at her chest.

I was proud that seemed to be making more of an effort to improve her looks and dress sexy, but I was surprised that she only seemed to do this around the house. But I chalked it up to her trying it out in private, before going out in public. She also seemed to bug me a lot more, she would hold the hugs for longer, and before we went to pull back, she would stare into my eyes like she was gauging my mood. I also didn't think this was overly strange, because she had always enjoyed hugs and I thought she was just staring into my eyes to make sure that I was OK.

Over dinner one night, she mentioned her idea about us going on a vacation this summer. She mentioned a resort island with private beaches, hiking, and other beach resort activities. I told her that I was all for that and she nodded at my acceptance. After that, she began asking me a lot of questions about swimsuits and fashion, all of which I knew very little. But she showed me pictures of different swimsuits, saying that she needed to buy one or two new ones before the trip, and asked my opinions on which would look best on her. I looked at the pictures and honestly thought that she would look great in all of them, which I told her, earning me a thank you and kiss on the cheek. But she stood firm on which ones I preferred. I looked over them and tried not to perv out as I thought about my mother in the same sexy poses as these models. They were all G-string bikinis and most of the tops would do little in the way of covering her large breasts. But she must have known and been comfortable with that because all of the models were of her basic body size. Looking through them all, I finally chose two that I said would look best on her. Mom agreed and said she liked them too.

Once she ordered the swimsuits, she insisted that she model them for me so she could see how they felt and if I saw anything wrong with them. The first was a white string bikini and G-string, with small pieces of very thin cloth to just barely cover her nipples and crotch. Honestly, I was surprised she had kept this one as one of her choices because it was so skimpy. Any water that hit that bikini would immediately turn the fabric see-through, and even now I could see her pussy through the thin cloth. But she was happy in the suit, so I of course said she looked great.

The next one consisted of two long pieces of white cloth that looped around her neck, with each one covering some of either breast, coming back together to cover her crotch, both would shrink into a thin piece of silk that ran between her ass cheeks, and then tied around her waist in a sexy bow. It looked great on her and I told her so. She beamed, hugged me, and kissed my cheek, as she thanked me. She then giggled and said that she had one more swimsuit to try on, but added that it was more revealing than the others. She said that she wanted my opinion, but was OK if I thought it would make me uncomfortable. I shook my head and shooed her along, as I told her to go ahead and try it on.

This swimsuit was definitely more revealing than the others. There was no way she could wear this in public, but she had mentioned that the resort had all private beaches, so this could be fine there. The suit was technically a white one-piece G-string, but the entire "body" of the suit was see-through fishnet. I could see her breasts, nipples, and pussy. Plus if she were to bend over I was sure to see her asshole. She smiled brightly and twirled around in front of me, as she explained that since it was a private beach she felt like she should have a little fun while on vacation. I smiled and shook my head at her excitement at wearing it. I told her she looked amazing and joked about buying a revealing swimsuit for myself so she wouldn't feel so out of place.

She smiled brightly as she bit her lower lip adorably, as she said, "I'm so glad that you said that, honey. I bought you a few new suits too. They're on your bed. You should try them on to make sure that they fit."

She giggled in excitement, before adding, "Honestly, if you think they're too much, you don't have to wear them. I just thought that you'd look great in them and they would match with mine."

I arched an eyebrow at her playfulness and went upstairs to see how exposed I would be. Mom was not wrong. They certainly matched hers in color, plus being very revealing. They were all G-string speedos and the cloth on these first two that covered my cock and balls was so thin that anyone could see the outline of my cock even when they were dry. Once they were wet, they would look like tight Saran Wrap in the shape of a Speedo. They did match Mom's suits and appeared to have been made by the same manufacturer. The first was a basic G-string speedos design. The second was two pieces of fabric that circled my waist and barely covered my cock and balls, before ending in the small string that ran between my ass cheeks.

The third Speedo gave me pause because it was also a see-through fishnet just like hers. I shook my head in embarrassment, but I knew that Mom would love it if we matched, we were going to a private beach, and I had to admit I would look good in them. Besides I had been wearing speedos for competitive swimming since I was ten years old, any embarrassment from wearing them had long since vanished. The thin white material did bother me a little though.

Once I put on the first Speedo, I sighed as I saw that my cock was perfectly hugged by the thin material. Before I walked down the stairs, I called out, "OK, Mom, I've got the first one on."

She immediately called out excitedly, "I want to see!"

I then quickly added, "They're just as snug as your suits, Mom. So fair warning. And no jokes!"

She gleefully replied, "No jokes. I promise, honey."

I then sighed again as I made my way downstairs. When Mom saw me she squealed, "Oh, honey, you look great in those."

I smiled and tried to will myself not to get a boner, as I gave her a show of turning around and posing in different ways. Mom clapped and gushed, "Oh, I love those. And they'll match mine perfectly. How do they feel?"

I nodded and looked down at the tiny suit, as I replied, "Yeah, they feel good. Once I get in the water it'll be like I'm not wearing anything at all."

I meant this as a warning about the color and thinness of the material, but Mom apparently took it differently, as she beamed, "That's what I was hoping for. The resort does offer nude swimming too, but I thought this way we could enjoy ourselves without being completely on display."

I nodded and added, "Well, I hope it's a couple's beach because I wouldn't want to deal with any lookie-loos while we're enjoying ourselves without vacation."

Mom looked at me curiously before smiling warmly and saying, "You won't have to worry about that, honey. I promise."

I nodded and headed back upstairs to try on the next pair, as I tried to understand why she had reacted like that to my statement and what she had meant by hers. Once I reached my room, I couldn't help but admire the way I looked in the speedo. Maybe wearing this to the private beach wouldn't be so bad. As I considered this, I smiled and changed into the second speedo. This one was a little more difficult to put on and situate myself inside since it had different parts that had to come together in order to conceal or at least cover my cock and balls.

Once I got it on, I admired myself in the mirror and liked the way it looked. As I walked out of my bedroom I was suddenly hit with the realization that by pulling the cloth pieces apart, I could easily have sex or get a blowjob. I smiled as I thought about this and to my horror, my cock began to harden. Mom saw me come to the top of the stairs and stop, she now called out, "Come on, honey. I want to see how you look in the next speedo."

I sighed and tried to will my cock to soften, but the thin material and my overactive libido kept stimulating my cock until it rise to full hardness. Sighing in defeat, I maneuvered my cock inside the Speedo until I decided that it was as good as it was going to be. I then walked downstairs. Mom squealed again in excitement and gushed, "Oh, you look so good in those, honey. How do they feel?"

To her credit, she never made any comments about my hard cock or indicated that she saw it, even though that was impossible. I nodded and answered, "They take a little getting used to, but they feel good."

Mom nodded and smiled, as I turned around to let her see how it fit. She nodded again as I faced her, and said, "The second swimsuit was the same way for me. But it felt so nice and freeing. It was almost like I was naked. I can't wait to try them all out at the beach."

I nodded wryly and said, "Well, I guess I have only one pair left to try on. I'll be right back."

She nodded and smiled excitedly, as I turned to walk up the stairs. I could have sworn I heard her say something under her breath, but I couldn't tell what it was, so I returned to my room wondering. Once I changed, I shook my head, as I looked down at my obvious rock-hard cock, straining against the fishnet material. This was going to be embarrassing, but if she could do it, so could I. I then walked downstairs and let my mother see how I looked.

She smiled and clapped, but never commented on my hard cock. I turned around and then said, "They feel a little weird with all of the fishnet, but the breeze is nice."

Mom nodded and replied, "Yeah, it was the same way for me. But we look so good in them, honey. Don't you think?"

I nodded and added, "I think we'll make an impression, that's for sure, Mom."

She nodded and before I could stop her, rushed forward to hug me and kiss my cheek. As she pressed herself to me, I felt her crotch brush against my rock-hard cock, making it twitch. I didn't react and neither did Mom, but I'm sure she felt it too. After we separated, I went back to my room to change back into regular clothes. Over the next few days, we discussed our swimsuits and both agreed that we were looking forward to swimming in them all. Mom suggested that we coordinate when we wear them, so we would match. I agreed but wondered why she would care. It's not like we were a couple, so why coordinate swimsuits? Figuring it was just a thing that women cared about, I just acquiesced to her suggestion.

In the middle of the week, Mom called out to me with panic in her voice. I ran to her room to see what was wrong and found her standing in front of her full-length mirror, without a shirt or bra. I came to a fast halt as I asked what was wrong. She turned to me, fully displaying her large breasts, as she fearfully said, "Honey, I think I felt a lump."

Knowing exactly what she meant, I disregarded her nudity and immediately asked, "Where?"

She pointed to a spot on the left side of her left breast and said, "Right here."

She then seemed to realize what she was doing and covered her breasts with her arms, as she embarrassingly replied, "Sorry, honey."

I waved her away and asked, "What can I do? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Mom looked up at me with fear in her eyes and her lip quivering, as she asked fearfully, "Can you check and tell me if you feel anything lumpy?"

I nodded immediately and stepped forward as she dropped her arms and shyly looked away from me. Knowing how serious this might be and how embarrassed she must feel, I acted as clinically as I could and asked, "OK, show me exactly where, Mom."

She still refused to look at me but quickly pointed to the spot. I stepped forward again, and gently felt the spot she'd indicated. I was as gentle as I could be, but I couldn't feel anything other than her soft warm breast. After a few seconds more, I said, "I can't feel any lumps, Mom. Is this the right spot?"

She nodded, grasped my hand, and pressed my palm to cup her large breast. She then indicated with her finger on top of my hand, the exact spot she was referring to. I began gently rubbing the spot again and tried to probe the area without causing her any discomfort. After several more seconds and after a thorough search, I said, "I still can't feel anything out of the ordinary, Mom."

I then thought of something and asked, "Mom, how exactly were you standing and which hand were you using to examine yourself?"

Mom looked up at me questioningly but then adjusted her stance and lifted her arms, showing me exactly how she was positioned. Once she was in the exact position, I redid my search but still found nothing. I finally shook my head in relief and said, "I don't feel anything, Mom. If you pushed in too deep you might have felt a rib or if your left arm was extended the muscles in your chest may have felt like a lump. But I'm pretty sure that you're in the clear."

Mom sighed in relief and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back but frowned in embarrassment when I felt her nipples poking my chest which caused my cock to harden. Mom held the hug for several seconds and then whispered out, "Thank you, honey. I was worried there for a few minutes."

We pulled back, but she held me at arms-length as she gazed up into my eyes with deep emotion on her face. She then backed away and coughed to cover her embarrassment again, as she covered her breasts with a shy smile. I nodded and left her bathroom, again trying to will my hard cock back to normal. We didn't talk about the lump issue again until dinner when she thanked me again and said that she'd follow up with her primary care physician next week.

Not long after that, while Mom was driving us home from the grocery store, she asked, "Honey, do you mind if I ask you a very inappropriate question? It's OK to say, 'No.'"

I shrugged and waited, intrigued at what she might ask. She then cleared her throat and asked, "Have you ever tried anal sex?"

I was shocked but tried to hide it, as I asked cheekily, "Giving or receiving, Mom?"

She laughed out loud and swatted my thigh, before replying with her own cheeky grin, "Well, now I want to know both answers."

I laughed and tried to sound nonchalant, as I answered, "I've never received or felt the desire to try, Mom."

She nodded and smiled excitedly, before adding, "And?"

I smirked and answered evenly, "I have given a woman anal sex, Mom. Why are you asking? I was safe if that's what you're getting at."

She shook her head and replied, "No, it wasn't, but I'm glad to hear that you practice safe sex. I just heard from a few friends that anal sex is getting more popular due to the prevalence of lubricants, its apparent popularity in porn, and because a woman can't get pregnant from it. I'm sorry, but I don't know any other young people who I could ask without giving them ideas and I was curious."

I nodded and thought about her response. Who would she ask that might get ideas? Not wanting to think about other men wanting to fuck my mother up the ass, I asked, "Was anal sex not as popular in the past?"

Mom smirked at me before replying, "You mean back when I was your age in the 1800s?"

I shook my head at her joke, as she continued, "Well, for one thing, lubricants weren't as readily available when I was younger. Secondly, porn was only on VHS, so not as many people had access to it until they were older or they found their parent's collection. And thirdly, we didn't have the internet, so no one could find out the ins and outs of sex, no pun intended, without experimenting, talking to an adult that would explain things, reading a book that described sex and possibly had pictures, or getting a porn mag but those were hard to get and offered no actual instructions or advice, besides crude and laughable stories."

I nodded and asked teasingly, "Is that the kind of thing that you look up online, Mom?"

She scoffed and swatted my thigh again playfully, before giggling softly, as she replied, "No, but I have noticed a trend of certain things becoming more common. I know most of it is fantasy and people wanting attention, but it does make me wonder about what's really going on."

I shook my head and added, "Well, I can't speak for everyone, but when I tried it, the woman asked for it."

Mom perked up and asked, "Really, how did that happen?"

I was slightly shocked that she wanted details about my sex life, but I enjoyed talking to her about lots of subjects, and conversations about sex were always exciting. So I explained, "We were in bed and I tried fingering her ass, as we made out or when I went down on her. She seemed to really enjoy it and one day she asked if I'd be interested in trying. I said, 'Yes,' so we read about it online on her laptop and then tried it. We both enjoyed the experience and we did it several more times until we broke up."

Mom nodded and added, "I never even heard of anal sex before I was 30 years old and your father was never the affectionate type. How did you come up with the idea of fingering your girlfriend's ass?"

I shrugged and replied, "I'd seen it in porn and heard other people mention it in real life and on TV."

She nodded and observed, "Well, at least oral sex is still happening. I always enjoyed that a lot."

It was my turn to tease her, as I asked cheekily, "Giving or receiving?"

Mom smirked and replied with a glint in her eyes, "Both, of course."

I laughed at her and added evenly, "Yeah, me too. I don't know why some guys don't like going down on a woman. I certainly do."

Mom cleared her throat and squirmed a little in her seat, before adding, "Probably for the same reason that some women don't like going down on a man. Some find it disgusting, crude, or inappropriate. That's why dental dams and flavored condoms are sold. Of course, I would argue that if you're so worried about going down on someone that you need a piece of latex between your mouth and them, then I question what you're doing down there to begin with."

I laughed and added, "True, plus they also sell edible sprays and creams for the people who don't like the taste or are too afraid to try. But honestly, if they need that much protection and encouragement to do it, I doubt they will do a good job. So why bother?"

Mom hummed in agreement, as she shook her head and said, "Some people are weird and just don't know how to enjoy themselves. I'm just glad that you know how to enjoy yourself and please a woman, apparently."

I snorted at her observation, but shrugged and stayed quiet. Several seconds later, she tentatively asked, "Do most girls spit or swallow these days?"

I laughed out loud and asked, "Why didn't I see that coming?"

Mom only shrugged as she waited for me to answer. I still liked talking to my mother about this, so I answered, "I guess it depends, Mom. Most girls will at least say that they swallow, because they think a guy likes to hear a girl say how much of a slut she is. Which is true for a lot of guys. I think most girls swallow because of the lack of cleaning up afterward. I've heard girls argue both ways, so who knows? Honestly, if a girl is good at what she's doing and doesn't continuously gag herself, I'm not going to say anything about her decision to spit or swallow."

Mom then asked incredulously, "Why is gagging while going down on a guy so popular?"

I shrugged and said, "No clue, Mom. I think the porn industry is to blame, with all of the BDSM and treating a woman roughly during sex. I've heard guys brag about making a woman gag on their cocks, but never saw the appeal. Besides, if a woman gags too much, the party will stop real quick."

Mom nodded and agreed, "That's for damn sure. Oh, well, to each their own."

I nodded, but asked, "What about you, Mom? Spit or swallow?"

She mock glared at me before replying wryly, "I guess I had that coming. I swallow. I don't find it disgusting or demeaning. It is easier than spitting. And when I'm doing it, I'm completely concentrating on my partner's pleasure, so when he cums, I'm usually so focused that it's second nature to me. Plus it's a turn-on for me to have him inside me."

I nodded as my hard cock throbbed, before adding, "I enjoy going down on a woman too. I don't see anything disgusting about it. Of course, I've never been with a woman that I considered disgusting, so there is that."

Mom laughed and nodded. She looked like she was about to ask me another question, but we pulled into the driveway. We then took in the groceries and put them away. As we ate dinner that night, Mom finally asked, "I have another personal question for you, honey, and again it's fine if you don't want to answer."

I nodded and said that was fine. She then asked, "Have any women ever worn lingerie for you?"

I thought about that and shook my head, as I said, "No, most women my age don't have the money for nice lingerie and even fewer appreciate wearing it. I'm not opposed to it, obviously, but I haven't actually experienced any. Why?"

Mom huffed and shook her head, as she replied, "I just think it's a lost art nowadays, honey. I used to love the idea of dressing sexy for your father, but it never panned out."

I looked at her in surprise, as I asked, "Dad didn't approve?"

Mom shook her head, as she clarified, "No, more like he wasn't interested."

That shocked me and I said, "That's crazy, Mom. If any woman looking as good as you do, dressed in lingerie for me, I'd be very interested."

Mom smiled and replied, "Thank you, honey."

I was silent for several seconds before I started to ask, "Mom, do you think Dad..."

Mom finished my question by adding, "Is gay?"

I shrugged and answered, "Well, I guess that's a possibility. But I was going to ask if you thought Dad might have someone else, as in another woman."

Mom sighed and answered evenly, "I've considered both possibilities over the years, honey. And anything is possible. But I think your father just isn't interested in sex with anyone."

I nodded as I digested this. Mom then continued, "I tried to interest him and I never really got a reaction from him, good or bad. I don't think he's gay and I doubt he has a sidepiece where he lives. I think he would have made more of an effort to hide his lack of affection towards me otherwise. Anyway, after a while, I just stopped trying with him."

I nodded and tried to raise her spirits, by asking, "If you were trying to interest someone with lingerie, what would you wear?"

Mom pursed her lips to hold back her smile, as she eyed me, before saying, "Well, I've always loved the idea of going old-school: matching black lace push-up bra, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and black lace stockings. Maybe I'd finish the look with a pair of black high heels to add to the look. There's just something about the sophisticated style of lingerie that appeals to me. Dressing in skimpy lingerie is just such a turn-on for me, honey. What about you, honey? And don't say that you hadn't considered wearing lingerie for a woman. What would you like to see a woman wear for you?"

I smirked as she cut off my retort, but then I shrugged and said, "I honestly don't know, Mom. No one's ever worn lingerie for me before. I will say this though, a woman can look incredibly sexy no matter what she's wearing as long as she's confident and comfortable with herself. No one would seem appealing to me, dressed in the skimpiest lingerie possible, if she presented herself as uncomfortable and insecure. But almost any woman who enjoyed herself when coming on to me and was excited about what might happen, even if she was only wearing a bathrobe, a loose-fitting T-shirt, workout wear, or any number of things."

Mom smiled proudly at me before declaring, "That's a very good answer. And hopefully, someday you'll have someone who will wear skimpy lingerie just for you." I shrugged and added, "Maybe. I guess I'll find out."

As I looked back at my plate, I could have sworn I caught her smirking at me out of the corner of my eyes, but I decided not to ask. We finished our meal and then cleaned up the kitchen, before adjourning to the living room to watch TV. After Mom had settled herself against me on the couch, in her preferred cuddling position, she asked, "Speaking of you finding a woman who'll wear lingerie for you, what age range are you looking for, honey?"

I thought about the question before answering, "I'm not sure that I actually have an age range. No one under 18 years old, that's for sure. But I really don't have an upper limit, although I don't want to date someone who'd be confused for my grandmother. Why? Do you have any friends that you'd like to set me up with, Mom?"

She scoffed and swatted my chest, as she said, "No, I wouldn't curse you with any of my friends. But it is good to know that age isn't so much of a factor for you. Most men give an age range much younger than they are, even if they couldn't keep up with an 18-20-year-old girl."

She was quiet for a few seconds before asking, "Have you been with any older women or been attracted to older women, honey?"

I nodded and said, "I've been attracted to older women, sure. But I haven't been with anyone older than I am."

I then tightened my grip on her, as I added teasingly, "Who knows, though. I might meet a female professor in college who likes younger men."

Mom squeaked indignantly and swatted my chest, as she replied, "You better not, honey. I don't to find out that you're screwing some MILF college professor."

I laughed at her reaction and choice of description, as I soothed, "Don't worry, Mom. You're the only MILF I want in my life."

Mom squawked again and playfully elbowed me in the ribs, but I saw the blush and proud smile that lit her face. We then lapsed into silence as we watched TV for an hour or so. We then retired to our bedrooms, after saying our "goodnights."

Lilian smiled to herself as she thought about the last few weeks. Everything had gone perfectly. Her innocent flirting and compliments had been very successful. She had succeeded with the swimsuits and had loved the look of his big hard cock squeezed inside the revealing G-string. Alex had given her a breast exam. Several times when she had hugged him, his hard cock had actually twitched against her crotch. They had a stimulating conversation about sex. She had even successfully sent Alex an anonymous email link to a porn site with full membership privileges and made sure that "Taboo" and other mother-and-son incest scenes were highlighted. She thought she had been very clever by disguising the email as a mistake intended to go to someone else.

Thinking about "Taboo" made Lilian smile maliciously to herself, thinking about how she was literally planning her son's seduction around the movie. She giggled to herself thinking of the movie as her "game plan." As she rewatched the movie several times, her opinion about the second incest scene began to change. She may have been looking too deeply into the psychology of the scene, but the son's conscious decision to fuck his mother, despite her weak protestations and even weaker struggling, showed the son had freely joined and was man enough to take control of their incestuous relationship. The way he argued for their relationship while the mother flip-flopped between regret and desire, proved he had actually thought about their situation and thoroughly approved. Once he decided that his mother needed a push to get her there, he took control and even dominated the scene somewhat. And it was clear from the mother's body language and weak arguments, that she wanted the relationship but was held back by societal concerns. Though Lilian still preferred the first incest scene for its raw passion and long build-up, she had come to admire the second scene more and hoped that Alex would initiate sex and dominate her from time to time.

Thinking back to their conversations, she also mentioned her love of garter belts and stockings to her son and knew if he searched for those on the porn site, scenes from "Taboo" would appear in the search. In fact, the entire lingerie ensemble she had described had come from Kay Parker's character in "Taboo." Now she just needed to ensure that her son watched her undress and shower. The thought of Alex watching her while he rubbed his hard cock made her pussy tremble with delight. The question was: how could she make it happen? At least she didn't need to convince Alex to start sleeping in the nude. Her son has been sleeping naked for years, something that infuriated her ex-husband, he said because it was inappropriate for their son to carry on around the house with no shame. Needless to say, he'd lost that argument. She sighed and tried to think of a way to ensure her son would want to see her undress. Maybe she could even out on a show for him, if she knew he was watching. She then gasped, as she had an idea.

Mom's questions and descriptions of lingerie had me intrigued, and horny. That night I did an online search for garter belts and stockings, and wow! Mom was right, they were sexy. I even found pictures of women in all-black lace just like Mom described and they were hot. This made me wonder what Mom would look like dressed like this. This also led me to do a porn search for women in lingerie and specifically garter belts and stockings, which unfortunately there was not many. Still, I did find a few.

Over the next week, Mom and I continued to ask each other questions about our sex lives, sexual preferences, and even our desires. Mom seemed genuinely interested in my opinions and I began to wonder if she wanted to get back into the dating world. I was torn. On one hand, I wanted her to be happy and to have someone in her life who would treat her right. But on the other hand, I didn't want someone around if I wasn't there to check him out and I'd be leaving for college soon enough. Mom was a smart and independent woman and I didn't want someone around deadbeat to take advantage of her or treat her badly. Plus I didn't like the idea of her dressing in skimpy lingerie for someone, unfortunately, there were not a lot of options.

During the week, Mom told me that she was going out with her girlfriends on Friday night and that she'd probably be home late. I wished her a good time and then didn't think much more about it. The next day, she began receiving a lot of text messages and she grew more excited as she read them. I figured she was just excited about a night on the town with her friends, so I just smiled as she enjoyed herself. Until she received one text that made her actually frown and hum negatively to herself. Noticing her frown, I asked, "Everything OK, Mom?"

Mom sighed and replied, "Well, it seems Amanda has decided that I need to 'get back out there.' And has now turned a fun girl's night out into having her boyfriend show up at the club with a single friend of his. So, yeah, I'm just thrilled at that."

I shrugged and tried to improve her mood, as I said, "Well, it could still be fun, Mom. You can dress to impress and see how everyone reacts. Even if you don't like the guy, you could still have a good time with your friends at the club. Plus, it would probably make you feel good to have a guy hit on you, especially if you get to turn him down. Try it and see if you have fun."

Mom thought about it and began to smile, as she nodded in growing excitement. She finally answered, "OK, that could be fun. I haven't had anyone try to set me up before, so this should be interesting. Will you be home Friday night, honey?"

I didn't have any plans yet but I had hoped to hang out with a few friends. Hearing something in her voice, I disregarded my plan and nodded, as I answered, "Yep, why?"

She shrugged and answered hesitantly, "Well, if the set-up goes poorly or he's a jerk, would you be able to come get me if I called you? I doubt it would come to that, since three of my other friends will be with me, it will be in a public place, and Amanda's boyfriend is unlikely to bring an asshole to meet me, but I thought should ask."

I nodded seriously and replied, "Of course, Mom. And I'll wait up until you get home."

Mom smiled cheekily, as she asked, "Making sure I don't bring an unsuitable suitor home, honey?"

I shook my head dismissing her joke. She then smiled warmly, as she added, "You don't have to do that, honey. I'm a big girl and I can look after myself, but thank you. And I promise not to bring home any boys."

We both laughed at her parental dating joke, but I had already decided that I would wait up for her. She then beamed at me and gushed, "Oh, if you're here when I leave, I can get your opinion on my outfit, once I'm dressed. I'm not going for anything shocking or skimpy, but I'd love your opinion, honey."

I nodded in agreement and said, "Sure, Mom."

She smiled excitedly to herself and then asked, "Do you mind giving me your opinion on what I should wear too, honey? We can look through my closet and see what looks good."

I nodded again and then asked teasingly, "Will your outfit include lingerie, just in case you do like the guy?"

Mom gasped over-dramatically and playfully swatted my thigh, as she hissed indignantly, "No, it will not!"

We both laughed at our innocent back-and-forth until Mom turned contemplative and mused, "Although, it might be fun to wear something that no one knows about and no one will see. Hmm... maybe I could have a good time after all."

When she saw that I was watching her, she hummed and flinched in embarrassment, before admitting awkwardly, "Oh, um, I was just thinking about taking your advice on dressing to impress. I thought that I might go all out and wear the black lace set that I have. No one will be able to see it and it could be fun to dress up like that."

I smiled and nodded, as I quickly added, "You're a big girl, Mom. You know what you're doing. So I say you should go for it, dress how you want, even if no one gets to see it, and have a good time."

Mom smiled thankfully at me before replying, "Thank you, honey. I appreciate that coming from you."

She then turned excited again, as she asked, "Do you want to help me go through my closet now, honey?"

I could see that this was important and exciting to her, so I readily agreed. She then grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up to her bedroom. We then spent the next little while examining different outfits for her to wear. Mom was incredibly excited and would often grab a dress or outfit by the hanger, hold it up to her body, and pose adorably, as she asked my opinion. We finally decided on a black sundress with a matching belt.

As I helped her decide, my eyes were constantly drawn to another section of her closet, containing various undergarments, including a black lace set delicately held by a hanger. I pointed at the set, and asked, "Is that the garter belt set that you talked about, Mom?"

Mom smiled shyly, but nodded, as she replied, "Yeah, that's the one. The stockings should look amazing with my dress."

I nodded, reached out, and felt the material, as I asked, "Dad had no reaction to you wearing this?"

Mom shook her head sadly as she looked at the ground. I quickly hugged her tight and declared, "Then he's an idiot, Mom. No one could ignore you in this. You're going to kill it Friday night."

Mom beamed and kissed my cheek, before gushing, "Thank you, honey."

Friday night, Lilian smiled to herself as she laid out her clothes on her bed. She hadn't actually lied to Alex, she was going out with her friends to a club and Amanda's boyfriend would be there along with a friend of his, but no one had insinuated that this was supposed to be a meet-up between the two. The real purpose of tonight's outing was to give Alex an opportunity to watch her while she stripped naked, showered, and dressed for her night out.

She sighed in longing, knowing that she wouldn't be sealing the deal tonight, though she believed she could and she certainly wanted to, but for now, she wanted to draw out the seduction and ensure that Alex was horny enough to break her pussy when he fucked her. Wanting to plant a few more seeds in Alex's head, she called out to him as he walked by her bedroom door.

As I entered her bedroom, Mom waved her hand over the clothes we'd picked out for her to wear tonight. I smiled at her excited attitude and admired the garter belt set again, before declaring, "You're going to look great, Mom. I hope you have fun."

Mom was practically bouncing on her feet, as she smiled excitedly and said, "I know. I can't wait. Are you good for dinner, honey?"

I nodded and waved away her worry, as I asked, "So what time are you going out?"

Mom smiled again and explained, "I'm supposed to meet the girls at the club at 8 pm. I figure with driving time, I should leave at about 7:15. I'll need time to get ready, so I'll probably jump in the shower in about fifteen minutes. That should give me plenty of time to clean up, get dressed, apply make-up, get complimented by you, and then leave."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, as I added, "You don't need to go through all of that trouble for me to compliment you, Mom."

Mom smiled up at me and then happily declared, " I know, honey. But I'm still excited to hear your opinions when I'm all dressed up and looking sexy."

Mom smiled excitedly and said, "Who knows, if I have a good time I might buy another garter belt set in white. What do you think, honey?"

I tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but my cock was painfully hard and Mom's continued talk about her enjoyment of wearing lingerie was not helping. I was able to reply evenly, "I think you'd look incredible in white lingerie, Mom. I think the color would go well with your pale skin and blonde hair."

Mom nodded excitedly and replied, "I know! I originally chose the black set because it would stand out more and would make a bigger impact on your father, but the stockings will go great with my black dress and no one will see the rest of the set. But a white set could be used a lot more. I could get away with white leggings almost anytime. Plus these are so silky and feel sooo good against my skin."

I nodded and added, "Yeah, I remember thinking that. Well, I hope you have fun, Mom."

I then began to leave the room, as Mom excitedly replied, "Oh, I intend to, honey."

I shook my head at her excitement and walked downstairs. I honestly considered taking a cold shower or jerking off, after all of that. But for now, I just busied myself with a few chores to take my mind off my mother wearing that skimpy lingerie and my very hard cock. I looked at my watch and wondered if Mom was out of the shower yet. I wanted to get a glimpse of her in the lingerie, but I doubt she would allow that. Thinking fast, I quietly made my way back upstairs and approached her bedroom door. I eased it open slowly and then stopped in frustration when I heard her shower still going. Listening closely, I realized that her bathroom door was open. Feeling adventurous, I slowly made my way to the edge of the bathroom and peeked around the corner.

I sighed softly and my cock throbbed in my pants, as I saw my naked mother soaping herself in the shower. She had a large walk-in glass shower and the glass was perfectly clear. I could easily see her massive tits, hard nipples, and big ass, as she took her time and ran her hands up and down her body. Involuntarily, I gripped my hard cock through my pants and gently rubbed myself as I watched my mother.

Seeing her appear to be finishing, I slowly backed out of the bedroom, but left her bedroom door cracked enough to allow me a perfect view of the foot of her bed where her outfit lay. Not caring at the moment how creepy this was, I waited patiently as I heard the shower shut off and the glass door open and close. I then heard her hairdryer turn on for several minutes and then several more minutes of silence. She then walked out of the bathroom completely naked and with her makeup already applied. My cock jumped inside my pants as I watched her slowly rubbing lotion on her naked body. After she ran her hands over every inch of her body, her body had an amazing sheen to it. I gripped my cock and forced myself not to moan, as Mom then slipped on her thong and adjusted it to properly cover her pussy, clasped her bra and cupped her breasts to situate them comfortably, bent over to pull in her stockings and gave me an amazing view of her puckered asshole, and then pull on her garter belt and clasp it to the stockings. She then turned towards the mirror, smiled, posed in several ways, and moaned as she trailed her hands up and down her body. She then sighed and turned back around to put on the rest of her clothes.

Knowing that she would soon call me to her room or come searching for me so she could get my opinion on her outfit, I snuck away and returned downstairs to wait for her. About five minutes later, I looked up as Mom descended the stairs with a soft confident smile. I smiled widely and stood up off the couch, as I approached her and declared, "Holy shit, Mom! You look amazing."

She beamed at me, twirled around, and replied, "Thank you, honey."

I circled her once and then gently took her hand, as I looked her up and down appreciatively, before asking, "How do you feel?"

Mom bit her lip and gushed, "Sexy!"

I nodded and added, "Good, Mom. You are. How does the lingerie and dress feel?"

Mom nodded quickly and admitted, "Honey, it all feels sooo good. I still can't believe I'm wearing this out into public."

She giggled as she said the last part, and I replied, "Mom, no one else will know, you said that it feels great to wear them, and you look drop-dead sexy. So what's the problem?"

Mom hugged me, kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Not a thing, honey."

When she pulled back, she held me at arm's length and stared into my eyes, with an expression that could only be described as "heated," before letting go and grabbing her purse to leave. I then walked her to the door and wished her a fun time.

Mom was hilarious throughout the night. She texted me when she got to the club, and several times after that. She sent me several pics: selfies, group pics, and pics of the club. She looked like she was having a great time and I didn't see any guys hanging close by, so I relaxed a little. I fixed dinner and basically took it easy that night. Mom came home at about 11:30 pm, surprising me by not staying out later. She wasn't drunk or even tipsy, but she clearly had a good time. Once entering the house, she immediately took off her heels and sighed in relief. She then through herself into my arms, kissed my cheek, and hugged me tightly, as she purred, "Honey, I'm home."

We both laughed and then settled down on the couch, as she excitedly told me about her night. She lay in my arms and sighed as she explained that the supposed date had been sick, so she hadn't had to deal with that. The rest of the evening had been dancing, some drinking, karaoke, and gossiping. When I asked why she came home so early after a wild girls' night, she giggled and said, "We're middle-aged women, most with kids, and we have only so much energy for frivolous fun and a very low tolerance for drunken idiots. Besides, none of us wanted to stumble home drunk at 3 am."

I smiled, laughed, and hugged her tighter, as I asked how her outfit had held up. Mom practically swooned as she described how great the lingerie had felt all night. She smiled serenely and went into great detail, as she described feeling the delicate silk trail across her skin all night. She turned and looked me in the eyes, as she purred, "I'll have to buy you some silk boxers or some kind of silk undergarments so you can experience the feeling. It was almost erotic."

She trailed off and seemed lost in her own thoughts, as she continued to stare blankly at me. She then shook her head and snuggled deeper into my arms, as she asked how my night had been. I smiled at her reaction, before telling her about my evening. We stayed up talking for a little while longer before we decided to go to bed. We parted for the night after our usual hugs and kisses.

A few days later, Mom was extremely excited about a package that arrived. She brought me into her bedroom as she opened it and revealed two new garter belt lingerie sets for her, one in white and another in babydoll pink. The other items turned out to be silk underwear for me. She had bought two of each of: boxers, boxer briefs, and a G-string. One set of each was regular silk underwear. The other set was so thin that it was literally transparent. I hesitated when I saw the almost clear underwear, but Mom chimed in and said, "It's not a big deal, honey. It's underwear and it's not like you're going to be walking around town in just your boxers. The only person besides you who sees these will be a very lucky and satisfied woman."

I smirked at her comment and decided that she was right. So I hugged and kissed her, before thanking her. Mom was happy that I liked my presents and was still excited about her purchase. Over the next week, Mom continuously asked me if I liked and was wearing my new underwear. When I told her that I was, she'd immediately bombard me with questions and ask to see. I had an almost nonexistent amount of shame, so I never had any hesitation with pulling my pants down a bit, so she could see how they looked on me. In her defense most, the silk underwear did look and feel amazing on me.

Lilian had decided that this weekend would be her moment. She had done and said everything she could think of to turn on, interest, and excite her son. Judging by the numerous erections he'd had and the enjoyment he got from watching her in the shower and then getting dressed. Alex watching her like that had made her so wet. It had been difficult, but she hadn't let on that she was performing for him. Seeing her son rubbing his hard cock through his pants had almost made her lose her nerve to keep going and just pounce him then and there. But she wanted to draw it out until Friday. Just a few more days and she would have her chance.

My Mom is trying to kill me! She is literally trying to kill me from lack of blood flow to my brain, due to all of my blood pumping towards my cock. She bought several new pieces of lingerie, that she calls "sleepwear," and immediately wanted to see my reaction when she tried them on. The first was a black silk slip that barely covered her ass cheeks and had her big tits pressing out the top. The next was a white see-through fishnet babydoll with the same dimensions as the slip. Next was a pink lace bodysuit/thong that gave her a cameltoe and displayed her big tits. After that came a white silk short robe that came down just past her big ass and was so small that she could barely tie the belt because of her massive tits. The next one was a red lace flyaway that did come down over her big ass but left her massive breasts and shaved pussy exposed in the front, whenever she wasn't holding it closed. And the final one was a black full-body fishnet body stocking that didn't even try to conceal her breasts, nipples, pussy, or ass.

As she paraded in front of me wearing each one, she would talk about the benefits of each, how they felt against her skin, and how they made her feel to wear them. She never commented on why she wasn't wearing panties or a bra, but in her defense most were designed to be worn alone. I concentrated as best I could, walked around her, asked how well it fit, and if it was comfortable. She loved telling me exactly how everything felt. I had a hard cock at the beginning, but by the end I wanted a handful of ice to cool my cock down before it killed me.

It became Mom's routine to change into one of her new pieces of lingerie after dinner, so she could "be extra comfy as we cuddle." I could never withhold anything from her, but I was reaching my limit. My cock was almost always hard when Mom dressed in her lingerie and laid against me. She must have felt it, but she never gave any indication or acted uncomfortable at any time. I started to wonder if this was all in my head or if she was trying to tell me something. I just couldn't be sure and I wasn't about to risk upsetting her by making a move.

On Friday, Lilian was so excited about that night that she could hardly stand it. She had lost count of the times that Alex's cock had gotten hard in her presence. The lingerie show had been a phenomenal success and her pussy had trembled, as she paraded around in front of her son without a bra or panties. Her pussy had become dripping wet when Alex had nonchalantly dropped his eyes to peek at her exposed breasts, hard nipples, or shaved pussy. She had one last trick up her sleeve and then Alex would be hers. And the wait was almost over. Tonight she would seduce and fuck her son!

On Friday, Mom announced that she was going out with the girls again. That afternoon, I helped her pick out another outfit to wear and this time we decided on a sexy white tight dress that barely covered her ass and pressed her big tits together until they were on the verge of popping out the top. She excitedly laid out her white garter belt set and said that the lingerie would go perfectly with her dress, and I had to agree. I tried not to react too excited when she gave the timeline again, including when she'd take a shower. I had every intention of watching her shower and dress again.

At the appointed time, Mom kissed me on the cheek and said she was going to jump in the shower and get ready to leave. I waited for a few and then crept to her bedroom. Her bedroom door was not shut so I would have no problem watching her dress and hopefully rub lotion on herself again. Mom was already in the shower and I felt my cock stir, as I quietly made my way to her bathroom door. I slowly peeked around the corner and had to hold in my moan when I saw my naked and wet mother bent over with her ass pointed at me, as she appeared to be washing or rubbing her toes and feet. She swayed in the shower and then pressed her ass against the glass for support, giving me a perfect view of her asshole and pussy.

Once she had washed her feet, she stood up and began soaping her entire body. She took a long time to soap and rub her breasts, and I began wondering if she might be fantasizing about someone fondling her breasts instead of her. She seemed to soap and rinse her body in a very sensual way like she was lost in her own world or performing. I rubbed my hard cock through my pants and almost came in my pants when Mom gasped suddenly, as she trailed her soapy fingers between her legs. I couldn't tell if she was washing her pussy or asshole or both, but whatever she had done she had enjoyed. I smiled at the thought of her being curious about teasing her asshole with a finger, after our conversation about my experience with anal sex and anal play.

As she finished rinsing herself off, I backed away slowly and took up position in the hallway so I could peek through the cracked doorway. Once I was in position, I waited as I heard her turn off the water, open and close the shower door, and then her hairdryer begin blowing. I smiled, knowing what came next, as I heard her hairdryer shut off. A few seconds later, she walked out of the bathroom naked. She rubbed lotion all over her body and seemed to give her breasts and neck a lot of attention, I'm guessing because those areas would be mostly uncovered and should show a sheen in the club lights. She went so far as to bend forward as she looked in the mirror to examine how her breasts looked once the lotion was applied. She must have liked what she saw, and I certainly did, because she smiled widely and hummed to herself.

She then began putting in her lingerie. She started with her white lace thong and took extra care, as she slowly pulled them on. She then took a moment to adjust the panties once she put them on, and then posed and turned in different directions as she examined herself in the mirror. Once she was satisfied, she brought up her bra and put it on. This one was slightly different than the black set's bra. This one was at best only useful to support the bottoms of her breasts and keep them from dropping or shaking around too much. Her nipples were completely exposed and appeared to be hard as diamonds. She adjusted her massive tits in the bra and even checked the support by bouncing a little, making her giggle as her breasts shook erotically. She then posed in front of the mirror and turned in different directions while examining how she looked in the bra, before smiling and nodding in satisfaction.

She then grabbed her garter belt and secured it around her waist, before pulling on her stockings and attaching them to the belt. Mom smiled widely, as she posed and admired herself in the mirror. She then began walking around the room, judging how the lingerie moved and acted as she moved. She then hiked a leg up onto her bed and turned a little, to see if the stockings and belt would hold and giving me an incredible view of the front of her body and her barely covered pussy. She then did the same with the other leg and presented me with an amazing view of her ass in that white thong. I heard her moan in pleasure, as she trailed her hands along her stockings, as she enjoyed the feel of the stockings against her legs and the on her hands. She then tested my ability to remain quiet when she cupped her ass cheeks and gave them both a swift smack, before giggling at herself. She then giggled louder, as she put on her white high heels and paraded around the room, stopping to pose suggestively at different points in the room. She was obviously enjoying herself and practically glowing with excitement. Her best pose was to throw her head and chest down on the bed with her ass exposed. She then pushed herself up by her arms into a leaning doggie-style position, before turning her head as if looking at someone standing behind her, and smiling wickedly as she purred, "Don't be gentle, honey."

Now, she hadn't said my name, but Mom never called anyone else "honey." She had always called Dad by his name and never used a pet name or affectionate word for him. Plus she had called me "honey" my whole life. Was she thinking of me? Was she fantasizing about me fucking her and not being gentle? At least she didn't know I was here. I'd just have to figure this out later.

Once she was through playing, she sighed and kicked off her heels so she could squeeze herself into her tight white dress. Once that was done, she put her heels back on and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned and posed, as best she could in the tight mini-dress, clearly liking her appearance. After checking her makeup, she began looking around her room for something. Realizing that she would soon either call me to her or leave her room to come find me, I slowly and quietly crept back downstairs. I then went to the kitchen for a drink and possibly ice down my throbbing cock and very full balls. As soon as Mon left I needed to jerk off. I would ordinarily call a few girls and see what they were up to, but I needed to stay home tonight in case Mon needed a ride home for whatever reason. I sighed as I tried to will my sore blue balls to relax.

As I was leaning against the kitchen island drinking some water, Mom appeared around the corner. My eyes went wide, as I took her in. I whistled approvingly, making her smile and blush. She then gave me a slow turn, before asking expectantly, "Well, how do I look, honey."

My memory was immediately snapped back to her fantasy pose, making my hard cock throb again, but I answered honestly, "Mom, you look great. You're going to kill it again. I hope you have fun."

Mom beamed and nodded excitedly, as she asked worriedly, "Honey, have you seen my cellphone? I can't find it."

I looked around the kitchen and shook my head, as I replied, "No, I haven't seen it. You were in the laundry room earlier, have you checked there?"

Mom shook her head, as she turned to walk away. I followed her to see if I could help her find it and to watch her ass sway as she walked in front of me. As soon as we got to the laundry room, she gasped in relief as she found her phone. She then asked what I was planning for tonight, as she began checking her messages. I told her that I planned to stay home since I didn't have plans and she might need a ride home. Mom stopped looking at her phone, as she smiled at me in appreciation, but said that I didn't have to do that and that she would be fine.

We went back and forth over my plans or lack thereof, until I finally put my foot down. I closed the distance between us, pulled her in for a tight hug, and looked deep into her eyes, as I said, "I'm staying home, Mom. And I'll have my phone close by if you need a ride home, OK?"

Mom was a little stunned at me and a blush crept to her cheeks, as she nodded and whispered, "OK, honey."

I then kissed her forehead and released her. She still seemed a little stunned but went back to checking her phone. A few seconds later, she whimpered pitifully, and announced, "Amanda and her boyfriend are both sick, so they canceled. Then everyone else canceled too. This text thread was from over two hours ago."

Mom then visibly deflated in front of me and declared, "Damn! I look good in this."

I shook my head and countered, "No, Mom. You look great. I'm sorry everyone canceled. I'd offer to go with you, but..."

Mom shook her head and finished, "But it's a 21 and older club. So unless you have a fake ID, that's a no-go. But thank you for offering, honey."

I hugged her to me again and soothingly rubbed her back, as she sighed in disappointment. She finally whispered out, "Well, I guess I'll go change."

I kissed her forehead again as I tried to cheer her up by saying, "So have a nice quiet evening with me, Mom. You could use a break."

Mom hummed quietly, as she considered, then quietly said, "It would be nice to relax with you for a night, honey."

With that, I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs, as I said, "Ok, Mom. As sexy as you are wearing that dress, I want you to go change into some comfortable lounge clothes. Got it?"

She eyed me in mock defiance, before pursing her lips to hold back a smile, as she replied, "OK."

She was moving too slowly as she began walking up the stairs, so I gave her a swift smack on the ass, and ordered, "No, Moping, Mom. Just get changed."

Mom jumped and started when I smacked her ass. She then covered her ass with her hands, turned around to face me, and complained, "Honey!"

I smirked at her indignation, but I could see the small smile playing on her lips as she turned back around and continued toward her bedroom, though faster now. She came back downstairs a little while later. She'd washed off her makeup and changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tight T-shirt. As she came downstairs, I handed her a glass of wine, which she took gladly. She then grabbed my hand and led me to the couch to relax and watch TV. The couch was actually a sectional with a chaise that sat facing the TV. I sat in the chaise section, as Mom sat between my legs with her back leaning against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her middle and hugged her to me, as she sighed in comfort. We stayed together and quietly watched TV, as Mom drank her wine. She was completely relaxed in my arms and had practically melted into my body.

Once she had finished her wine, she leaned forward to put her glass on the coffee table. As she did, I noticed that she was still wearing the white lace panties, and probably the bra, but had just taken off the garter belt and stockings. As she leaned back into my arms, she sighed as I wrapped my arms around her waist again. Now she placed her hands on my forearms and hummed softly. As we sat together, I slowly began to massage her hands and then her forearms. She moaned in pleasure at my touch and continued to relax against me. After I finished with her forearms, I moved up to her biceps and shoulders. Mom moaned again and her head dropped forward, as I moved from her shoulders to her neck. I then gave her a gentle scalp and face massage.

Once I had finished with her face, I whispered into her ear, "Mom, lay on your stomach so I can get your back and legs."

Mom slowly crawled across the couch and lay on her stomach as I'd instructed. I then straddled her thighs and began massaging her back. Mom moaned softly, and purred, "Thank you, honey. I needed this."

I dipped my head to kiss her neck, as I replied, "No problem, Mom. I enjoy taking care of you too."

Mom moaned and squirmed beneath me, but then relaxed and stilled as I returned to massaging her back. She practically melted under me as I moved down to her lower back. She sighed softly, as my thumbs pressed into her muscles looking for knots and kinks. She stiffened a little, as I began massaging her luscious ass, but I swatted her gently and firmly ordered, "Relax, Mom! And let me work."

Mom relaxed a little and I was able to massage her ass cheeks until she relaxed completely. I then moved down to her thighs. I made it a point of not trying to openly tease her pussy and instead focus on getting her to relax. I even massaged her inner thighs and she never seemed to squirm or get turned on. Once I moved to her calves and feet, her moans increased in volume. I then joked, "Well, I can tell where you carry your stress, Mom."

Mom giggled and moaned out, "Please, don't stop, honey. That feels so good."

I continued to massage her feet until she turned around on the couch, crawled into my arms, and snuggled against my body with a sigh of satisfaction, before purring, "Thank you, honey. That was wonderful."

I kissed the top of her head, hugged her to me, and replied, "No problem, Mom."

We lay together and watched TV until our stomachs started growling. I then grabbed her hand and led us into the kitchen so we could decide on what we wanted. As we looked around, we continued holding hands and any time we stopped to look in the pantry, refrigerator, or freezer, I would step behind her and wrap my arms around her middle to hug her body to mine. As we discussed dinner, I placed my chin on her shoulder and kept my voice soft as I talked next to her ear. Whenever I would ask her a question or answer her questions, I would end it by kissing her cheek or neck. Mom then began ending questions and answers by turning her head to kiss my cheek or nose. We giggled as we continued on like this until we finally decided on what we wanted to eat.

As we fixed dinner, we continued to hug and kiss each other's cheeks, noses, and necks. Mom blushed and giggled adorably when she made me jump and yelp by pinching my butt. But I got her back by pinning her body against the refrigerator, holding her wrists in one of my hands over her head, tickling her mercilessly with my other hand, and giving her a hickey on both sides of her neck. Mom squealed and laughed uncontrollably. She finally begged for mercy until I stopped. As she panted for breath against my chest, I kissed her forehead and warned, "Next time your punishment will be worse and I won't stop until I get tired. So just remember that, Mom."

Mom shook her head and blushed furiously, as she pushed away from me so we could continue making dinner. We continued with our playful hugs and kisses, but I noticed her glancing at me several times when she thought I wasn't looking. We then ate dinner in comfortable silence and cleaned up afterward. Mom then pulled me back to the sectional and was about to sit down between my legs, when she noticed a drop of sauce on her pants. Not wanting to smear it anywhere, she insisted that she should change quickly. She then bounded up the stairs and yelled that she'd be right back.

As I waited for her to come back, I got comfortable and began looking through the various movies and series that we both might like to watch. I was just looking through the comedies when I heard Mom come back downstairs. As I turned to ask her what she'd like to watch, I stopped and looked in stunned silence as Mom stood there wearing only her new black silk slip. My eyes went wide and I forced myself to say something, so as not to embarrass her by staring. The best I could come up with was my tried and true, "Mom, you look great!"

Mom blushed and joined me on the couch, as she said, "Thank you, honey. I hope this is alright. I just thought it would be silly to completely change clothes if we're going to bed in the next few hours."

I shook my head, hugged her body to mine, placed a kiss on her neck, and replied, "It's fine, Mom. Both of us are pretty much shameless anyway and I've seen you dressed in this before. If you're comfortable then I'm comfortable."

Mom melted into my arms and sighed, "Thank you, honey."

I kissed her neck again, making her moan softly and tilt her head to the side to give me better access, as I said, "Always, Mom."

Mom and I lapsed into silence, as she picked a rom-com for us to watch. She enjoyed it and I enjoyed seeing her happy. When it was over, Mom stretched and declared that she was going to bed. I agreed and followed her upstairs. We did our customary hugs and kisses, and then retired to our respective bedrooms. We had begun leaving our bedroom doors open at night, ever since Dad moved out. It wasn't a big deal for us, but I had the feeling that she liked the fact that I kept my bedroom door open when I slept, though I wasn't sure why.

Lilian was going crazy with lust. Tonight had been so romantic and Alex had been so great. If her son had decided to make a move on her, she doubted she would have had the strength to say "No" to her amazing son, even if it would have spoiled her plans. But he had been a complete gentleman and hadn't even teased her until she'd pinched his butt. She could still feel his lips on her neck as he gave her two hickeys. Now she just had to wait a little while longer and everything would be perfect.

Sometime later, Lilian peered her head into Alex's bedroom and moaned softly when she saw he was fast asleep and lying on his back. Over the covers would have been better, but she wasn't complaining. She crept closer to his bed and slowly pulled his comforter and sheet down his body. She had to hold in her moan when she saw that Alex was still sleeping nude and his cock was erect. She then slowly crawled between his legs and trailed her tongue from his smooth balls, up his hard shaft, over his cock head, and ended at his piss slit. She gently grasped her son's magnificent cock and wrapped her lips around the bulbous cock head. She moaned softly as she savored the taste and feel of her son's hard cock on her tongue.

Lilian felt her pussy tremble and her eyes roll, as all of her planning and scheming was about to pay off. She kept her sucking slow and steady, as she savored the moment. She was finally sure that she knew the reason that Kay Parker was so slow and gentle when she'd sucked her son's hard cock, first, the mother wanted to worship his hard cock and give the treatment that it so deserved, and second, she'd wanted as much time as possible before her son woke up just in case he'd had reservations, no man could resist a blowjob once it had started. Lilian agreed with both reasons. She was almost completely sure that Alex wanted her sexually, but just in case she was wrong, this should give her a leg-up on seducing him. Lilian moaned again softly. It had been so long since she'd sucked a hard cock, and her son's was so big as well.

I'm not sure what my dream had been about, but it ended abruptly as I began to wake up. I felt the signature sensation on my cock of someone giving me a slow blowjob. Whoever it was certainly knew what they were doing. As I blinked and tried to remember who I'd been in bed with tonight, I began to remember the night's events. I had been home with Mom and then I'd gone to bed alone, so...

My eyes went wide and I strained to make out the features of the woman sucking my cock. It didn't take long. I have been staring at my beautiful mother for long enough to be able to recognize her anywhere. Not knowing what else to say, I breathed out, "Mom?"

She didn't stop sucking my cock or react other than to moan affirmatively. My cock throbbed and she must have felt it because she suddenly moaned again, in pleasure. I sighed and watched as my mother expertly worshipped my hard cock. I moaned softly as I felt her tongue flicking over my cock head and piss slut every time she worked her way up my cock. I'd never had a blowjob this sensual. It felt like she was trying to show me how much she loved me by giving me the best blowjob ever.

I wanted to say something, anything that might express my enjoyment and her talent at sucking my cock, but I didn't want to offend or turn her off. I was prepared to tell her that I'd been attracted to her and wanted to fuck her for a long time. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want her dating anyone else and that I would never ignore her like Dad had. I wanted to describe every sexy and beautiful detail of her body to her just to prove how much I gazed at her. I wanted to tell her every sensual, sexual, and kinky way that I wanted to bring her to earth-shattering orgasms. But any words caught in my throat, as I gazed down at her.

Knowing what we both needed, I reached down, clasped her hand, and gently pulled her up to me. She let my cock fall out of her mouth and slowly crawled up my body. I pulled her to straddle my crotch and grabbed my cock to guide it into her pussy. Mom positioned herself on my lap and then lifted herself up, to ease her pussy down my cock. We both sighed as my hard cock slid into her wet pussy. She moaned and began thrusting her hips to fuck herself on my cock.

I trailed my hands up her sides and groped her big tits. Finally having her massive breasts in my hands, after having admired them for so long, I couldn't resist anymore. I lifted my head and captured a hard nipple between my lips and began sucking greedily. She moaned and held my head to her breasts, as she continued to work her pussy on my cock. I moaned around her nipple and gently grazed my teeth over it, causing Mom to moan louder. I then switched to her other nipple and continued worshipping my mother's beautiful body.

As I continued to suck Mom's nipple and fondle her breasts, her moans and sighs grew in volume. I then let her nipple fall out of my mouth and gently pulled her down to me. She sighed as she lowered her mouth to mine and we both sighed into the kiss. We then began trailing our hands over each other's bodies, as we kissed deeply. I then began thrusting my hips up to drive my hard cock deeper and harder into her pussy. Mom tightened her grip on my body and moaned louder into the kiss.

I cupped her cheek to hold her mouth to mine, as we kissed, and I gripped her ass cheek with my other hand to pull her pussy into my thrusting cock. Mom began to moan louder and more desperately into the kiss, as she increased her hip thrusts. Knowing that she was getting close to orgasming, I intensified our kiss, tightened my grip on her ass, and added more speed and force to my thrusts.

Mom couldn't take it anymore and broke the kiss, as she sat up on my lap, planted her hands on my chest for stability, and moaned louder than ever. She closed her eyes and moaned continuously, as she worked her pussy on my cock. I could feel my orgasm approaching too, as I gazed up at my mother in the throes of passion. I began trailing my hands all over her body, as I marveled at finally having my mother all to myself.

She panted and moaned, as she thrust her hips faster and shook my bed. I felt her tighten her grip on my chest and her pussy tremble around my hard cock, as she gasped, pushed out her chest, thrust her hips forward, clenched her pussy tightly, and cried out, as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenching around my hard cock and her beautiful show of passion sent me over the edge and initiated my orgasm. I thrust my hard cock deeper inside her and moaned, as my cock exploded inside her.

Lilian gasped again and moaned in satisfaction, as she felt her son's hard cock fill her pussy with his hot cum. She sighed in pleasure but held back a whimper, believing that he had just spent himself inside her. Refusing to show any regret or disappointment, she let out a long-winded moan and pressed herself to her son. He hadn't done anything to disappoint her. Her orgasm had been one of if not the most powerful and passionate orgasms of her life and feeling Alex cum deep inside her filled her with a warmth that she had never felt before.

So what if he hadn't turned them over and fucked her missionary style. She had fucked herself on his hard cock so enthusiastically and passionately that she didn't blame him for cumming. He had outlasted her and knowing that her own orgasm had caused his, brought a wide smile to her face. She dipped her mouth to his and he immediately captured her lips in a passionate kiss that left her dizzy. Feeling his hands still trailing over her body had her pussy trembling again.

Lilian gasped in surprise, as Alex suddenly tightened his grip on her body and swiftly turned them over. He deepened the kiss and began plunging his hard cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned in pleasure and excitement knowing that he was still rock-hard and anxious to fuck her more. She smiled into the kiss, knowing that she finally had the chance to sample his stamina. She gripped his body and pulled him against her, willing her son to fuck her harder and deeper. She moaned again thinking that "Taboo" had nothing on the passion and pleasure that her son was now giving her.

Unable to continue the kiss, Lilian pulled her mouth away from her son's and moaned in pleasure. She pulled his head next to hers and felt her pussy spasm, as she felt his breath against her neck and heard his sighs of pleasure in her ear. She tightened her grip on his body unwilling to allow even an inch of space between them, as Alex continued to thrust his big hard cock deep into her dripping wet pussy. Already she was imagining dropping to her knees to suck his hard cock until he blew his big load down her throat, as she looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. She wanted to hear him moan at the pleasure she gave him.

She fantasized about putting on her lingerie for him and seeing him look at her with lust and passion before he fucked her deep and hard. He'd already showed that he enjoyed seeing her wearing the garter belt set. What would he do if she wore it just for him? She imagined him ripping off her panties and fucking her with her bra, stockings, and garter belt still on. His brief descriptions of going down on other women made her hackles rise with the desire to have him all to herself and be the only woman who he'd go down on. She longed to see his face between her legs with his mouth pressed to her pussy, as he stared up at her while feasting on her cunt.

Mom was moaning softly into my ear and sighing in pleasure with each of my thrusts. She must have really enjoyed having me cum inside her, because her pussy trembled around my hard cock when I filled her with cum. Her pussy was so wet and it was clenching and trembling around my hard cock, as I fucked her. I smiled against her neck and began kissing her, as I fucked her. She responded by tightening her hold on me and wrapping her legs around my waist. Her hands pawed and gripped my back, as the force of my thrusts shook the bed.

Mom's soft moans grew louder and more consistent, as her pleasure grew. I felt her arms and legs tighten around my body as I thrust into her and then relax as I pulled out. All of this instigated and encouraged me to give her the deep and hard fucking that she desired. I grunted as I increased the speed and force of my thrusts into her pussy. Mom was going crazy beneath me, as her actions told me that her next orgasm was approaching quickly. Wanting to give her the mind-blowing orgasm that she deserved and desired, prove to her that Dad was an idiot by not appreciating her like this, and show her that I could give her everything she wanted and needed from a lover, I concentrated all of my strength, stamina, and attention on giving her all the pleasure that I could.

I felt my next orgasm approaching, as Mom's moans grew in volume and desperation. Her pussy was clenching and trembling around my hard cock continuously and was driving me crazy with lust and pleasure. Knowing that my mother was so turned on and passionate that she was clinging to me and moaning in pleasure made me want to give her anything she wanted and treat her like a sexy queen. Feeling her pussy dripping juices all over my hard cock and knowing that she was on the verge of another orgasm spurred me on to give her the fucking that she clearly wanted.

My moans grew in volume and Mom began nodding her head against my neck and her moans took on a pleading tone as if she knew I was getting close to cumming and was telling me to cum inside her again. My mother's pleading moans finally triggered my orgasm, as I plunged my hard cock deep into her pussy and began filling her with my cum. Mom gasped and stiffened when she felt me cum inside her, before letting out a long-winded moan of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. I continued to thrust my cock in and out of her pussy, as I milked all of my cum into my moaning mother.

We then sighed and moaned softly, as we relaxed in each other's arms. I rolled to my side to lay beside her. Mom snuggled closer and continued to hold herself to me by her arms and legs. We began kissing lazily, as my softened cock slipped out of her pussy. Mom and I gently trailed our hands over each other's bodies and continued to kiss serenely, as we enjoyed our intimate moment together. Neither of us spoke, as we broke the kiss and gazed into each other's eyes. We were smiling in satisfaction and enjoying our tender caresses. Mom sighed softly and shivered in my arms, as an aftershock rolled through her body. Gazing into her eyes as she began to succumb to sleep, whispered softly, "I love you, Mom."

Mom's serene smile widened, as she gazed back at me, before replying, "I love you too, honey."

Not long after that, we both succumbed to sleep. I doubt either of us moved the entire night, because when I woke up, we were still wrapped in each other's arms and our legs were intertwined. I smiled, thinking that even in sleep we hated there being any space between us. I gazed happily at my sleeping mother in my arms and wondered what we'd do today. I smiled and my hard cock throbbed, as I thought about what I wanted to do today. After last night, how could I want anything else? My smile widened, as I considered giving her some dirty pillow talk and hopefully getting her to start talking during sex. I wondered what kind of pillow talker my mother was: a loving and sensual woman who expresses her feelings, a passionate woman who described her lover and talked about her desires, a demanding woman who knew what she wanted and would tell her lover what to do and why she was doing something, or a mixture of them. My dirty mind bet that she was a mixture of at least the first two. I moaned softly as I pictured my mother coming up to me, cupping my hard cock through my pants, and telling me that we were going to bed.

Mom stirred a little, but didn't wake. Wanting to wake her up in my own way, I slowly snaked my hand down her body and between her legs, until my fingers grazed her clit. Mom sighed in her sleep and her hips twitched slightly, as I trailed my fingers through her wet folds. I smiled thinking that she was horny even while she was asleep. Once my fingers were sufficiently coated in her juices, I placed my pointer and middle fingers on either side of her clit and slowly started to tease her sensitive nub.

Lilian moaned softly as she awoke to an amazing feeling. She kept her eyes closed and sighed, as she felt a warmth spreading outward from her clit. She slowly opened her eyes only to see her handsome son staring back at her with a crooked smile on his beautiful face. She let out a stuttering moan and looked down at Alex's hand between her legs, as he continued to rub her clit. She looked back into her son's eyes and grasped his forearm to hold his hand to her clit, as her hips bucked against him. The incredible depravity and kinkiness of the moment was already beginning to overwhelm her. As a sudden warmth began to spread outward from her clit, she closed her eyes, let out a desperate moan, and started to grind herself against her son's hand.

Before she knew it, Alex had leaned forward and captured her lips for an amazing kiss. As she fretted about her morning breath, she felt herself melting into his kiss. She moaned into her son's mouth as she admired what a good kisser he was. She tightened her arms and legs and pulled herself closer to him, as he continued to rub her clit. Without warning, Alex broke the kiss and stopped rubbing her clit. Lilian whimpered and tried to hold his hand to her pussy, as she pleaded in desperation, "Honey, no!"

But Alex only smirked at her and slowly began crawling backwards down the bed, as he maneuvered her onto her back, and settled himself between her legs, as he whispered huskily, "Don't worry, Mom, I'd never leave you wet and horny. I just want to have a little breakfast in bed."

Lilian then gasped and went completely rigid, as her son attacked her clit with his mouth. She was unable to hold back from crying out in shock at the unbelievable pleasure she was receiving. She absently felt Alex gripping her thighs to hold her still, as he moaned loudly. Lilian clutched and pawed at the pillows and bedsheets, desperate for some form of stability in the hurricane of pleasure that her son was giving her. She was so far gone already that she was unable to form coherent thought much less force any words of encouragement, pleas for more, or promises and oaths of love and devotion from her mouth.

I smiled around Mom's clit, as she moaned and squirmed above me. This fast and intense of a build-up to orgasm always drives women crazy and makes them lose control. I continued to suck and lick her clit, as I planned what to do next: shove my tongue into her pussy and lick her until she orgasms again, slip my tongue into her asshole and give her the first anal orgasm of her life, twist around and put us in the 69 position until we both cum, crawl up her body and fuck her until she screams in orgasm, or let her chose? I smirked around her clit, as I imagined all of the possibilities. I did want to get her talking though. And I wanted her to hear me talking dirty to her or using just regular pillow talk, neither of which I believe she had ever experienced.

As I began moaning deep in my throat, the vibrations traveled directly into her clit, making her ecstasy almost painful. Mom was gasping and panting loudly for breath, as her whole body was being convulsed by violent shakes. I watched her body language and would have thought that she was in immense pain if not for the expression of incredible pleasure on her face. Smiling as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge, I began formulating my plan for what to do next.

Mom then gasped loudly and curled her body in on itself as if going into the fetal position, as her face scrunched up and her eyes clamped tightly shut. She held this position for several seconds, as I felt her pussy juices dripping down my chin. She then threw herself back onto her back, as she cried out in orgasm. I immediately released her clit and shoved my tongue deep inside her, as her pussy trembled and flowed juices over my tongue. I moaned and licked out all of her pussy juices, as Mom began to come down from her high.

I kept my eyes on her as she slowly began to stir from the intensity of her orgasm. She bit her lower lip and looked down at me with a shy smile on her face. I slowly pulled my tongue out of her pussy and held her gaze as I ran my tongue from her asshole, between her pussy lips, and over her sensitive clit. Mom moaned again in pleasure and gasped as I teased her overly sensitive nub. I raised my head and declared, "Your pussy tastes amazing, Mom. I need to go down on you more often."

Mom blushed and nodded her head, before whispering, "OK, honey."

I then continued to hold her gaze, as I crawled up her body. Mom gasped when she saw my very erect cock pointing at her. She let out a stuttering sigh and unconsciously licked her lips, before looking back up into my eyes and blushing for being caught staring at my hard cock. I smirked at her reaction, before taunting, "See something you like, Mom?"

Mom stared into my eyes in wonder and excitement, before nodding her head silently. I smiled down at her, as I settled my hips between her legs and my mouth an inch from hers. I then slowly pressed forward, sliding my hard cock back into her pussy. I pressed forward until I bottomed out and then set a steady pace as I began fucking her. Mom began moaning under me and clinging to my body, as I fucked her. Mom chewed her lower lip and stared up at me, with a look of awe and desire in her eyes. I kept my pace slow and steady, as we both enjoyed our lazy morning. I smiled wider, before lowering my mouth to hers and capturing her lips for a needful kiss.

Mom tightened her arms and legs around me, as she began pulling me against her. I smiled and understood her signal, as I drove my hard cock deep inside her pussy before setting a punishing pace plunging my hard cock in and out of her wet pussy. Mom moaned loudly and clung to me, as I gave her an immensely powerful fucking. I grunted in exertion, as her moans began filling the room.

With that, I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, as I continued to punish her pussy. We both moaned into the kiss, as she began moving with me to add more force and speed to our lovemaking. I continued the passionate kissing and hard fucking, as I tightened my grip on her naked body. Mom's pussy clenched around my hard cock and I felt my orgasm building, as I continued to fuck her deep and hard. Mom was moaning non-stop into the kiss and writhing beneath me, as I pounded her wet pussy. Feeling my orgasm approaching and knowing Mom was approaching hers as well, I moaned and stared into her eyes, feeling our passions growing higher.

Mom tightened her arms and legs around me, broke the kiss, pulled my head down next to hers, and moaned louder, as her pleasure increased. Feeling my balls begin to draw up, I moaned into her ear, "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, Mom."

I then unloaded a huge blast of hot cum deep inside her pussy. Mom stiffened under me and moaned into my ear, as her pussy trembled around my cock. Her arms tightened around my body, as I eased back on my thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm. I continued pumping my hard cock in and out of her pussy, as I filled her with my seed.

She finally relaxed under me and looked up at me with a satisfied smile on her face. I smiled down at her and stopped my thrusts, as we both enjoyed our post-orgasm highs. I then tensed my abs and groin, making my hard cock twitch inside her. Mom gasped in surprise and then moaned in desire, as she realized that I was still rock hard. I placed a quick kiss on her lips before demanding, "Get on your hands and knees, Mom. I'm going to pound your pussy until I cum inside you again."

Mom shivered under me in excitement, before moaning in desire, and quickly scrambling into position. She looked back over her shoulder at me with an expression of excitement and desire, as I positioned myself directly behind her. I trailed my hands over her ass cheeks admiringly and purred, "You have a very sexy ass, Mom."

Mom blushed adorably, swooned in need, and just began to reply, when I swiftly plunged forward, skewering her pussy with my hard cock. Mom let out a deep moan, as I slammed deep inside her. Without another word, I gripped her thighs and began pounding her pussy deep and hard, just as I had promised. Mom gripped the bed for support and was practically howling in pleasure and need, as I roughly fucked her pussy. I grunted in exertion and enjoyed the view of her luscious ass cheeks shaking under the force of my deep and hard thrusts.

Mom was moaning and crying out in sheer ecstasy and pleasure, as I pounded her pussy. Her pussy was practically on fire and was free-flowing with her juices. I wondered how long it had been since she'd been so sufficiently fucked. I gave a wicked smile when I realized that my parents' marriage had been on the downward slope for as long as I could remember and that I never remember seeing them affectionate in any way. I felt my hard cock swell with the knowledge that I was giving my mother what my dad never did or could.

Mom was quickly losing herself to the intensity of the rough fucking that I was giving her. Her moans were deep, loud, and filled with a desperate need. I loved hearing her moan at the pleasure that I gave her. Our fast and hard fucking was quickly sending me over the edge, but I refused to cum until she did. I wanted to fill her pussy with my hot cum as she reached orgasm. Judging by her moans and how her pussy was trembling around my hard cock, it wouldn't be long.

Just as her moans began growing in pitch, signaling her impending orgasm, I felt the signature tingling of my cock head and felt my balls begin to draw up. I moaned loudly in pleasure, knowing that I was about to cum. Mom must have picked up on this, because she suddenly half moaned/half pleaded, "Oh, God, yes!"

I then felt my hard cock twitch, as my orgasm crashed over me. With a powerful wave of pleasure, I began filling my mother's pussy with another load of my hot cum. Mom cried out in surprise and sheer joy, at the feeling of my hot cum being pumped into her. The feeling of her insides being coated with another load of my hot cum sent her over the edge and had her moaning in pleasure, shaking from head to toe, and her pussy clenching, as her orgasm ripped through her.

I continued to pump my cock in and out of her pussy until I was sure that all of my cum had been deposited into my Mom's trembling pussy. Mom still shook with the intensity of her latest orgasm but her moans had fallen away, as she panted for breath. I let my softening cock slide out of her pussy, slid down onto the bed next to her, and pulled her down into my arms. Mom whimpered in exhaustion, as she let herself collapse into my arms. Our lips immediately met for a lazy and very satisfied kiss. As we moaned softly into the kiss, we wrapped our arms around each other and intertwined our legs. Our satisfied moans and soft caresses were tender and relaxed, as we both enjoyed the after-glow of our numerous orgasms and the incredible intimacy of the moment.

As one, we broke the kiss and smiled softly, as we gazed into each other's eyes. Mom began chewing her lower lip adorably, as she smiled giddily. I smirked at her cuteness, before tightening my grip on her naked body and purring, "I think we could both use a long hot shower, Mom. Want me to wash your back for you?"

Incredibly, after everything we'd done last night and this morning, Mom still managed to blush a bright crimson, before smiling excitedly and nodding, as she replied, "I'd love that, honey."