Lucy sat at the computer reading, engrossed in the document she had come across. Under normal circumstances, she may not have given it a second glance, but the name of the file had caught her attention. “My Mother, My Lover” sounded intriguing, and curiosity had got the better of her. It was a pdf file, hidden in plain sight amongst the other shortcuts on the desktop, so many that it now took her ages to search through them all to find the one she wanted and would have been quicker just to go straight to the program index. She had stumbled on it purely by accident while scrolling.
Her eyes had skipped past it and then returned as her brain processed its name, wondering what the document contained. Opened, it appeared to be a story and Lucy had started reading, momentarily forgetting what she had initially been about to do.
It had only taken her thirty minutes to complete the story which covered about twenty-five pages and at the end of it, she had felt breathless and if she had dared to admit it, slightly aroused. It had been about a mother and son, a daring story of love and incest, the sex scenes graphic in their descriptions. The story had been erotic, her body responding to the words and making her feel excited as she wondered how it had got there. Who had written it?
The computer she was using was a family one, mainly used by herself, but also occasionally used by her husband, son, and daughter. They each had their own laptops, but sometimes the kids, if they had large assignments to complete, would use this computer with its bigger screen to complete their work. She wondered who had put the file there, going through each member of her family in order. The likelihood of it being her husband was remote, it was only very occasionally that he would use it and then normally just to print out documents for his job as a college professor the following day.
Why her daughter would be writing a story about a mother and son didn’t feel right to her, which only left one other person, her son Nathan. Was he the culprit she wondered, on an impulse, she checked her browsers history? It was clean, nothing at all suspicious.
Closing the file, she mostly forgot about it as she completed her work. A couple of weeks later she found a new story had replaced the old one. She had spotted it immediately, had been searching honestly for weeks, this time the file was named, “My Mother took Me.”
The tale was very similar to the previous one she had read, this time though, it was the mother who had the hots for her son and, she had eventually enticed him into her bed. As she had on the first occasion, Lucy found herself aroused by the time she had finished reading it. She felt the need to go and masturbate, but with everyone at home, she knew that she would not get the opportunity.
She had been married twenty years and at first, her life had been perfect, but as she got older and her children grew, life had become mundane. Her husband seemed to have lost interest in her long ago, only occasionally that they made love, Lucy sometimes wondered if he was having an affair. Their love making was brief and she rarely if ever was able to orgasm before her husband finished. Nathan was nineteen, attending a different college than the one his father worked at. He’d made it plain from the beginning that he had no intention of going to a college where his father was a teacher and all the indignity and suspicion of bias that it would arouse. Katie was still at highschool in her final year and had just finished her finals, hoping that her grades would be good enough to join her brother at the same college.
Lucy was at a loss as to who was leaving these stories on the computer, the trouble was she was not diligent enough to notice the file before all of the rest of the family had used the machine. Over the next three weeks, she tried to note each time someone other than herself used the computer and tried to remember to check each day to see if the story had changed. The trouble was she was busy, working as a manager of a hotel, and often forgot to check before at least two of her family had been on it
She wasn’t overly bothered, it was the type of thing that adolescents would read, she just couldn’t understand why they were doing it on the home computer, and not on their laptops.
Several weeks had passed when she noticed another new file, “My Affair With My Mother.” That morning she had the house to herself, she wasn’t due in work until after lunch. Making herself a coffee, she settled back and read the tale, beginning to feel the normal sorts of arousal as the story unfolded.
When the mother opened her legs and granted her son permission to fuck her, Lucy’s own hand had found its way between her own legs as she rubbed sensuously at her vagina through the material of her panties. When the story ended, her body was demanding a release as she glanced at the clock, noting she just had time as she rushed up to her bedroom, undressed and lay on her bed.
Lucy stroked herself, her eyes screwed shut as she enjoyed the pleasures she was eliciting. Unfortunately, the three stories she had read had all been about relationships between mothers and their sons and she quickly found it impossible to stop Nathan creeping into her thoughts. As she played with herself, she thought of his body, and the words of the story, inserting herself and Nathan into the stories.
She had no inclination to have sex with him, but with her body aroused as she slid several fingers in and out of her cunt, he kept slipping into her mind. Lucy pulled and twisted at her nipples, her hand massaging her breasts as her other hand moved to her clit, two fingers rubbing either side of it as she excited herself further. When she climaxed, he slipped into her thoughts again, her orgasm seemed so much more intense as sudden images of her son fucking, sliding his cock deep into her enveloped her brain, just as she was plunging her fingers deep into her dripping wetness. Driving her wildly over the edge, she came with a shriek, her body shaking wildly.
Afterwards, of course, she felt disgusted with herself, the thought of having sex with Nathan, it was crazy, depraved. It was those damned stories, she told herself, feeling annoyed at whoever was leaving them on the computer and not laying any blame on herself for reading them.
In a rush now, she cleaned up and dressed before going out to work. Why she had never thought to delete them the moment she found them on the desktop was a mystery to her.
Throughout the summer, she had no chance of checking who used the computer during the day, both her son and daughter having come home for their summer breaks. At regular intervals, a new story would appear, the old one, being strangely deleted. Lucy tried checking the history and recent files, trying to work out who the culprit was, her problem agonisingly was that the other three knew far more about computers than she did, and so whoever was leaving them there, knew enough to hide their actions from her efforts.
The newest story which had appeared a couple of days ago was titled “Mom’s Fantasy” and she was trying to avoid reading it, trying to ignore the file on the desktop despite the way it continually seemed to attract her attention. Lucy was going to leave it until the morning, again she was not due in until after lunch and was sure that both her son and daughter would be out with friends. It mocked her as she worked, like a fly around her head, impossible to fully ignore.
It was typical of the ones she had previously read, graphic descriptions of sex between a mother and son which left her highly aroused and excited by the time she reached the last page. At the end of the page, there was a link, simply entitled Madeline and Damien, the two main characters of the story. Lucy clicked on it, sitting back in amazement with her mouth open when the picture appeared. It was a man and a woman, the female sat reverse cowgirl on the man’s lap, his cock plainly buried in her cunt. What startled her was the appearance of the woman, while the body was similar to her own, it definitely wasn’t her body, unfortunately, the face though was hers. Photoshopped onto the actresses body in the photo.
It was impossible to tell who the male was, all of his body except for his legs and penis, hidden by the female. Lucy continued to stare, if she didn’t know better, she would have sworn it was a picture of her naked and having sex with her own son.
Immediately she deleted it, afraid that one of her family would decide to read the story and click on the link. It had to be Nathan she concluded, the trouble was that over the last few days she was sure he had been nowhere near the computer. She switched off and went for her shower, ending up fingereing herself as water sprayed from the showerhead and her legs turned to jelly, as a wild and powerful orgasm hit her. She was ashamed that the thought that had driven her over the edge was the picture from the story, the thought of what Nathan’s cock impaled in her would feel like, riding him wildly like the woman in the photo.
Nothing more happened until the end of summer. Katie had turned eighteen and had started college, her husband was back to work after his summer break and Nathan had also returned to his classes.
Lucy had taken a week off, determined to get some housework done now that they were all out of the way. She had logged on that morning with her coffee and read the headlines, no new file had appeared on the desktop yet. Her first job was to do the bedrooms where she changed the bedding, and cleaned. It took most of the morning, Lucy making herself some lunch as she sat at the computer once more and spotted the new file immediately, “Mom’s a Milf.”
She was astounded and a little scared, the file had certainly not been there beforehand, and no one had been on the computer, or even in the house, only her. During her lunch, she sat and read the story, surprised that certain elements of it could easily pertain to herself and as was becoming normal, feeling highly aroused by the time she was finished. Once more at the end, there was a link, this one titled “Charlotte,” again, the character of the story. Tentatively, she clicked on it, in a way already expecting the picture that appeared.
It was her face, a different picture this time, but still her face, laughably, there was no way it was her body, not with breasts of that size. On a whim, she printed the picture out, wishing she had done the same with the previous one as she took it upstairs to her bedroom.
It just had to be Nathan who was doing this, she could see no reason for either of the others to be leaving these files on the computer. What troubled her was why he was doing it. She had an inkling that she currently refused to face, he was nineteen, a month away from his twentieth birthday and had an extremely attractive girlfriend who he had been dating for the last year. Surely, he wasn’t considering the thoughts that ran through Lucy’s mind, it was too ridiculous to contemplate.
Lucy liked Nathan’s girlfriend, even though she considered she wasn’t good enough for her son. This was her problem she knew, no matter which girl he brought home, she would never consider any of them good enough, maybe there was a touch of jealousy there, he had come from her body, and she never wanted to lose him to another woman.
The thought of her son seeing her sexually scared the life out of her, it was so wrong, but at the same time, there was a definite excitement and thrill about it, that someone half her age considered her attractive and arousing, was something she had never contemplated. It excited her to think a sexy young man would be attracted to her in that way.
Did she confront him and say something? What if he denied any knowledge of it, what then? The subject matter would be out in the open, the fact that she had read and become aroused by stories of incest. Would he laugh at her and deny all knowledge, would he repeat her accusation to his father? The more she thought about it, the less inclined she was to say anything.
“This is ridiculous” She was talking to herself in the empty room as she gazed at the picture, her body sending a dull ache to her stomach, her nipples protesting and feeling swollen as they pressed against the cups of her bra.
‘Damn you!’ she said aloud as she quickly undressed, opened a drawer and from beneath a pile of panties, took out her vibrator. Laid out on the bed with her legs open, she applied it to her pussy, the buzzing toy soon having her lips open and her juices flowing.
When she plunged it into her cunt and started fucking herself with it, Nathan again sprung into her mind. She had no idea what he looked like naked, nevertheless, her brain painted a picture of him over her as his cock violently abused her pussy, the vibrator becoming his shaft as it plunged into her cunt until her climax overtook her and she screamed in orgasm.
Afterwards, she felt dirty again, tears pricking the back of her eyes because she had descended to this animalistic level. Not sure anymore if she was losing her mind, or just caught up in the fantasy.
At his college, Nathan sat in the library gazing out of the window, his mind elsewhere. He wondered if his mother had read the new story he had left on the computer’s desktop. He knew she would immediately suspect him, he couldn’t help that, but at least she had no proof, and the way he had left the most recent one would surely confuse her. It had been easy to set up remote access to the computer at home from his laptop and he could easily see when she was using it without her having any idea that he was watching.
She had been on earlier, reading news sites and then all movement stopped, he took the opportunity and placed the file. He would check later to see if she had opened it, she had with all of the others and the links to the pictures. They had been easy to create in photoshop, his cock protesting as he gazed at the image of his mother with his own shaft inside her, an element which she would never suspect.
Like all adolescents, he had discovered online porn and by now had progressed through young women to milfs. There was something about mature women that captured his attention, and when he discovered clips where the two characters were supposed to be a mother and her son, he had become obsessed.
It hadn’t taken long before his thoughts had turned to his own mother, wondering if she was still happy with the situation at home. Nathan wasn’t a child anymore; he knew his parent’s marriage wasn’t perfect and that the noises that used to come from their bedroom had ceased long ago. Once or twice, he had spotted his father with a much younger woman, some no older than himself, and while they were not doing anything to raise his suspicions, he did wonder if he was having an affair with one of his students.
Once the idea of his mother was planted in his brain, he began to see her differently, wondering what she would look like naked and what it would be like to make love to her. Despite her age, she was still attractive, her figure slim with full breasts. He imagined her coming to his room each night, removing her negligee as she climbed into his bed and offered her body to him. His resulting ejaculation would be caught in a pair of panties that he had taken from her drawer.
He knew he couldn’t approach her and divulge his true feelings, sure that she would be shocked and upset. Her generation and his thought about sex differently, and while it would probably not surprise someone of his age, to his mother it would be abhorrent. He had hit upon this idea in the hope that eventually she might say something when they were alone and give him an opportunity, an opening to tell her what his true feelings were.
It sounded so easy in the stories he had left on the computer, in real life it was nothing like that, you didn’t suddenly declare your fantasies about your mother to her.
There was another tale and picture ready on his laptop, encrypted and hidden in case his sister decided to pry. He had downloaded it and then altered the story so that it more related to his mother, it would be hard for her not to realise that the woman in the writing could easily be herself. He had thought about altering the names too, but that was a step too far and would bring about a confrontation he was sure.
It wasn’t easy for him, his frustration at his hidden desires caused distractions when he was home, his eyes continually following his mother as he wondered if she was wearing sexy underwear, his mind suddenly creating images in his head of his mother dressed in stockings and garters, the rising bulge in his pants causing him to squirm as he tried to hide it. Occasionally a button may come open on her blouse and he would catch a fleeting glimpse of her bra, his brain creating a scenario where he was removing it and fondling her breasts, her erect nipples pressing into the palms of his hands.
Nathan shuffled in his seat, edging his chair farther under the table to hide his growing erection, aware that he couldn’t move yet until it subsided.
He was glad when his next class was due to start, at least it would distract him from his present thoughts and keep his cock under control until he got home and could have release. He was getting desperate as he thought up outlandish scenario’s where his mother fell into his arms and begged him to take her to bed, she had read five stories so far and seen two pictures and much to his disappointment had said nothing.
He was becoming desperate, wondering what more he could do, surely she must have realised that he had feelings for her, feelings that as her son, he shouldn’t be having, but he was afraid of being the one to initiate the conversation and of losing the relationship they currently had.
His birthday was due soon and she had asked if he wanted a party or anything. It hadn’t bothered Nathan, his next birthday after that would be the important one. He had told her he would just be having a few drinks with his girlfriend Milly and his friends, but if mom wanted, they could go out as a family and have a meal.
His mother had come back to him, and let him know she had booked a table at one of the local restaurants for the family. As it was, things didn’t go precisely to plan. He had told Milly and his friends he was out with the family that evening and that he would see them the following night. Then his sister Katie dropped out, ‘a pressing engagement,’ she explained. The next was his father, a conference had come up and he had been invited as a guest speaker and he would be away that weekend.
His mother had been angry, but he had told her not to get upset, he wasn’t worried, and said they could still go out and have dinner together if she wished. Hopeful she would accept.
When the night came around, Nathan even donned a suit, something he only ever wore for weddings and funerals. His mother appeared in a cocktail dress, instantly sparking a huge desire in his loins, she stood very close as she straightened his tie, any closer and she would be feeling his erection pushing against her.
It was to be a very enjoyable evening, Nathan had flirted with her at every opportunity as the both of them had far too much to drink. With the table cleared, and the paid check in front of them, he had suddenly appeared a little subdued, and nervous.
“Is everything all right Nathan,” Lucy asked, wondering if he had perhaps drunk too much, and was feeling ill.
When he raised his head, she was sure that he appeared to be on the edge of tears. He had drunk enough though to give him the liquid courage, his brain fuzzy as he dared to try a new tact.
“I’ve got a problem mom, and I don’t know what to do about it.” Immediately Lucy was full of concern, wondering what was wrong with her son.
“I’m sure it’s nothing that we can’t fix,” she replied.
Nathan shook his head, his reply carrying a hint of disappointment. “I thought tonight might end it, but if anything, it has made it worse.”
Now Lucy was really concerned. “Tell me Nathan…… what’s wrong?”
Nathan let the silence stretch, uncertain and nervous before speaking again. “I’m having difficulty seeing you as my mother. I’ve tried to stop it from happening. I’ve tried to stop my thoughts. But these feelings just won’t go away, and I don’t know how to stop them.” He could feel himself on the verge of tears now. The stress of his confession taxed him.
Lucy instantly knew where this conversation was going even though she was shocked by what he had said. “Is this about the stories that I have been finding on my computer. Did you put them there?”
Nathan nodded his head.
“So, if you are not seeing me as your mother…… how are you seeing me?” she asked, already knowing the answer without him saying anything.
Nathan refused to answer, simply shaking his head. He appeared to be far too embarrassed and nervous to tell her how he was currently thinking of her. He looked into her eyes with a pained expression.
“It’s not normal Nathan, you shouldn’t be thinking about me like that.” Lucy however could not stop the rush of excitement that filled her body at his words. “When did it start?” she asked.
Again, it took her son a while to answer. “It’s been going on for a while. I’ve been trying to fight it, but it’s leaving me feeling depressed and making me do stupid things. I just can’t get you out of my head and the thoughts aren’t you know…..normal.”
Lucy reached across the table, taking her son’s hand. “I’ll help you as much as I can Nathan, but I’m sorry, nothing is ever going to happen, I couldn’t imagine what I think you’re imagining, it is just so wrong, I couldn’t go there.” She lied to him and herself, her body betraying her. Her face flushing from more than the alcohol.
He nodded his head, “I understand mom, and I know you’re right… I just can’t stop.”
Rather than get a taxi, they decided to walk home, Lucy reprimanding herself when she took his arm, quickly dropping her hands awkwardly to her sides.
“Anyway, what about your girlfriend, what about Milly, are you not happy, are things going poorly?”
Nathan shrugged his shoulders. “Truthfully, I’ve been thinking of breaking up with her. It doesn’t seem fair that my feelings for her have been replaced by thoughts of you. The magic has gone out of it, and it doesn’t feel the same anymore.”
Most of the rest of the journey was completed in silence. “How did you get that last file on the computer?” his mother asked.
Nathan replied. “Remote access.” She didn’t understand, but nodded anyway.
“Were there other stories?” she asked him, watching as he nodded.
“One more, the last one. I’ll send it to you and then I promise to stop.” She quivered at the thought, but shook her head ok.
The next morning, he popped the file onto the computer and deleted the previous one. The evening had gone better than he had thought and at least the subject had been exposed, no more wondering if his mother knew what he was after even though she had refused his advances.
As the evening had progressed, he had waited for the right opportunity, using just the right amount of hesitancy and embarrassment in his voice, his face a picture of misery even though inside, he’d wanted to laugh. She had fallen for it hook line and sinker and at last, she knew what his intentions towards her were. All he had to do now was bide his time, certain that eventually, she would succumb.
Nathan knew from experience the hold that the subject of incest began to exert on you. He had been fine until that first clip which involved a supposed mother and son, it was the same with the stories, one led to another until eventually, he couldn’t get enough of them. Fantasies whirled around inside his brain, the better the story, the more the object of his desires took precedence.
For the next couple of months, he would do and say nothing, allowing his mother’s own thoughts to do the work for him, convinced that eventually, her resolve would weaken and ultimately, allow him to have sex with her.
It was hard, but between that evening and Christmas, he stuck to it. He continued to wank to the pictures of her that he had created, by now though her panties, so full of dried semen, were becoming rough and coarse, perhaps time for him to get rid and help himself to another pair, maybe an old bra as well as he imagined squirting his cum all over her tits.
All he had to do was wait until everyone was out of the house and then go and raid her underwear drawer, smiling to himself as he remembered finding her toy hidden beneath her panties.
Lucy waited until the following week and her late start before reading the story Nathan had sent to her. Once everybody had left that morning she sat at her computer and read, glad that she had because her fingers were playing with her clit by the time, she was halfway through it. The characters could easily be her and Nathan, so much so, that as she read it a second time, she hadn’t realised that she had even substituted their names into the story.
She stopped for a moment to catch her breath as she dashed upstairs and returned with her toy. Starting at the beginning, she reread the tale, the vibrator constantly buzzing at her opening as she was sucked into the plot. When the son fucked his mother, in her mind, Nathan was fucking her, she plunged the toy into her cunt, deep and slow, in her head it was his shaft that was bringing her climax ever closer. She slowed as the scene came to an end, teasing herself as it built to the couples next liaison.
She never made it to the last chapter, her orgasm had the chair rocking back and forwards as she climaxed, screwing her eyes shut and clamping her thighs together as the toy vibrated deep inside her cunt. Scrolling to the last page, she had waited to see what the picture was this time, instantly aroused as she viewed it. The woman was on a couch staring up at the camera, the man’s face, body and especially his cock visible from a side view. As usual, it was her face staring back at her, only this time it was easy to see that the man was her son.
She printed it out after saving a copy of the story and then shut down the computer before racing for her bedroom, discarding clothes as she went. On her bed, she opened her legs wide and plunged the toy back into her cunt, holding the picture aloft as she fantasised that it was Nathan who was now pummelling her pussy as he panted above her, his body pressed into hers. His cock thrusting deep into her, his moans of pleasure at her warmth and wetness. His cum rising in his dick, filing her with his seed in joyous orgasm.
Her climax was stupendous, and she found herself calling his name as waves of pleasure surged through her body. Sadly, afterwards, her normal sensibilities returned. She felt dirty and depraved, cursing for having allowed herself to imagine Nathan having sex with her and vowing that it would never happen again.
Lucy lasted nearly a month, each time at her computer she would look to see if a new file had appeared despite her instructions to her son that it had to stop. She had quickly become accustomed to the arousal they gave her and over the last three weeks had reread the last one numerous time’s. Each time pleasuring herself to the image of Nathan and her screwing each other wildly. She quietly asked her son one evening where she could find more stories, Nathan promising to send her the link. He gave her an odd look when she had asked, but made no other comment.
That was how it started for Lucy, soon she found that she couldn’t do without them, buying herself a handheld tablet so that she could sit comfortably after their evening meal and read. Nathan had made no mention of their conversation since, but she knew his eyes followed her whenever she moved, Lucy silently berating herself when she found that intentionally she was giving him views up her skirt or that she had chosen a top which displayed cleavage or a glimpse of her breasts if she leant forward for him.
The thought of sex with her son still felt repellent to her, something that was abnormal, but she found herself masturbating constantly with Nathan being the only one she imagined each time.
By the time Christmas arrived she knew she was struggling, it didn’t help when she started to notice her son’s frequent erections, especially when she had teased him. The stories in a way had become her sex life, unconcerned anymore as to whether her husband made love to her or not. Although she tried different ones, she found herself returning to the ones that featured a mother and son, she loved the ones that featured romance with explosive sex scenes.
On New Year’s Eve, they all went out as a family, Nathan had invited Milly and Katie had invited her most recent in a string of boyfriends. It was a pleasant evening, Nathan walked his girlfriend home when it finished while the others returned in a taxi, dropping Katie and her date on the way. Lucy had got tipsy but had enjoyed herself despite several irrational bouts of jealousy when she saw Nathan dancing with Milly, the young woman pressed tightly against him.
Her husband had already gone upstairs, Lucy just waiting for Nathan to return so that she could lock up. She tidied up until he got in and then told him she was going up to bed. As she passed, he stopped her, stooping slightly as he kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Happy New Year mom,” he whispered, a twinkle in his eye.
His hands rested on her waist longer than necessary, his eyes staring at her face. Lucy later blamed it on the drinks as her face suddenly bobbed forward and she kissed his lips again. He hesitated for a second before kissing her back, Lucy having forgotten what it felt like to be kissed sensuously. She stopped him before she lost all sense, panting slightly as she broke away.
“I’m sorry Nathan, that was wrong of me. We can’t do this.” She wished him goodnight as she practically ran to her bedroom.
Her husband was still awake and waiting for her, Lucy had to endure fifteen minutes of unsatisfactory sex that left her feeling used, and disillusioned from her husband before he fell asleep.
Max was snoring, Lucy unable to settle down as she replayed the kiss in her mind. She had found it arousing especially as she felt her sons erection pressing against her. It had ignited a fire down below which her husband’s lovemaking had utterly failed to extinguish. She wanted to touch herself but had no desire to disturb him. Her dreams that night were lurid, finding herself naked in her son’s presence, his hands touching her body had elicited a flood of emotions as her orgasm woke her from her dreams.
With the return to work and college, Lucy was still telling herself, no, but her mind was now putting together arguments as to why she should. Despite her frequent masturbation, her body was demanding more, the pictures not sufficient anymore as she closed her eyes and imagined her son taking her, over and over again.
As Easter approached, Nathan asked what she was doing for her birthday. Lucy knew that if previous years were anything to go by, her forty-first would be disappointing. “Why don’t we go out for dinner?” he suggested.
Lucy found herself saying yes immediately. “Why don’t you wear that cocktail dress again?” Nathan suggested, “You looked so sexy.” He blushed as he said this. He said no more than that as he walked off, leaving her brimming with excitement.
When it came around, she found herself making a special effort as though she was going on a first date rather than having dinner with her son. He had booked the same restaurant again, Lucy delighted in the attention he paid to her all evening, showering her with attention. This time both of them were sensible enough to watch how much they drank; she still hadn’t forgotten what had happened the last time they were here.
When the waiter had served their coffee and mints, Nathan produced a small, wrapped package from his pocket, “Happy birthday mum,” he said as he handed it to her.
Lucy opened it, surprised as she hadn’t expected anything other than a pleasant evening. Inside the box was a necklace, two gold entwined hearts with their birthstones set into each one. She could feel her tears as she welled up, leaning across the table as she offered him her lips. He kissed her deeply.
He came around the table as he fastened it around her neck before kissing the top of her head and returning to his seat. He had made no mention all evening of their previous conversation and as they left the restaurant, he helped her on with her coat. “Do you want me to take a taxi?” he asked.
Lucy shook her head, it was still mild outside and she had enjoyed their evening together, not yet wanting it to end. Taking her son’s arm, they walked along the high street in silence until she suddenly asked. “How have you been managing, has it got any easier?”
Nathan pulled a face and shrugged his shoulders, “Yes and no, it’s easier to live with but I still feel the same about you, nothings changed really,” he said.
She had spent nearly a year fighting against the feelings that were growing within her, refusing to acknowledge that slowly as time passed, her attitudes were changing. She had become used to fantasising about Nathan, dreaming of scenario’s where they made love. Fantasizing about him taking her, making desperate love to her over and over. It was too much, she couldn’t take it anymore.
On a sudden impulse and as the street was empty, she dragged him into a shop doorway, pressing her body against him as she closed her eyes and raised her face towards him, her heart pleading he would meet her lips again.
The wait seemed interminable, and then his lips touched hers, the kiss soft and slow to begin with and then growing in passion as she felt his erection pushing against her, firm and filled with need matching her own. As their mouths ground against each other, he continued to be the perfect gentleman, his hands never wandering from her waist, even though Lucy would have loved for him to touch her more, have his hands rub and touch all of her.
Her body was alight, her arousal quickly mounting as she unconsciously pushed her lower half tighter against him, moving her hips slightly as she rubbed against the bulge she could feel. She couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure resounding in her throat, their mouths still locked together. Her nipples were hard, her pussy quickly growing moist. In that instant, Lucy had made her choice, she wanted to make love with her son, she wanted, no needed to have sex with him, she wanted him to fuck her senseless.
When they finally parted Lucy was panting, her breasts heaving up and down and her wetness between her legs proclaimed its lack of sex recently. “Are you Ok?” He asked her.
Still gulping for air, Lucy nodded her head, eventually, she managed, “What about you, was that wrong of me?” she asked, hopeful he would assuage her fear.
Nathan smiled as he held her close, “No if anything, that was worth waiting for. Do you realise how beautiful you look?”
Lucy preened, with her decision finally made, she wanted him, she was prepared to have sex wherever they could find a secluded spot. She couldn’t believe her lust, the wildness overcoming her. “Do you want me still? If you do, I’m ready.”
Nathan put a knife in her body’s present demands. “Yes, but not tonight. If you are going to allow me to make love to you…… then it has to be right, not some sordid fuck in back alley. I want it to be special, I want the time to treat you properly, and so I’m prepared to wait.”
Her heart swelled as she pulled him in tight against her and offered her lips once more. At least this time his hands moved as he cupped her buttocks, pulling her mound tightly against his erection. She could feel her desires building to an extent that when his hands pulled her in tighter, their tongues dancing with each other, Lucy shivered and cried out as she had a minor climax, juices dampening her panties as she writhed against him.
“Perhaps we had better get home before someone comes across us,” Nathan said as he took her hand, and they resumed their journey towards home.
Part 2 coming soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yk704p/stories_for_my_mom