A Vacation to Remember by HawkeyeTen

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In addition to their respective playmates, they started to swing a little. They didn’t dive into the deep end of the lifestyle, but as an example, one night Brandon led Karen up to their bedroom under the pretext of making love, but when they arrived Karen saw there was another woman in their bed. Karen was expected to make love with her while Brandon watched. She was shocked but agreed to the proposition and he later joined in. While she was most of all a man’s woman, she found she could enjoy the occasional lesbian dalliance.

During the intervals when he was home, Brandon became more aggressive, ordering her to strip and parade naked through the house until he decided where he wanted to take her; the living room floor, the dining room table, or the kitchen pantry. He liked to sit on the patio in the summertime, make her stand naked in front of the upstairs window and masturbate while they talked on the phone.

Sometimes he would come home from work and without saying a word, rip her clothes off and take her wherever he found her.

And somewhat to her surprise she enjoyed it all. When he was away she went for long periods without sex so she was usually extra horny when he got home. The rough treatment added a new wrinkle to their marriage and heightened her excitement. He encouraged her to talk dirty and she found she had a talent for it.

A couple of years ago, Paul was home after graduating from college, looking forward to grad school where he would get an MBA before going to work for his father. Having him around alleviated her loneliness and she marveled that he had grown into such a handsome young man. Something had changed in him at college.

Within a few days of his arrival home, Karen could tell that Paul was looking at her in a way he hadn’t before. At first she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but the outward signs were manifested in a growing physical affection on his part. Karen found she liked the attention from Paul and enjoyed the feel of his body against hers when he would come up behind her in the kitchen and wrap his arms around her waist. It was definitely closer than he probably should have been, but she didn’t mind.

One day she thought she felt the press of an erection against her round rump. Could it be? Was proximity to his mother exciting him?

For a time, Karen thought she should tell Paul to cool it, but she couldn’t be sure if it was innocent on his part or not. She began to tempt fate by laying out by the pool in her two-piece and stealing glances up at his bedroom window to see if he was there looking at her. (He was!) Try as he might to stay hidden behind the lace curtains, she could spy his shadow. She wondered if he was masturbating at the sight of her, a deliciously naughty thought that aroused her.

Later that evening she was in the shower, alert to the possibility that Paul might sneak into his parents’ bedroom and peek through the ever-so-slightly open bathroom door (oops, she must have forgotten to close it securely).

The frosted glass of the shower door blurred the details of her body, but her luscious feminine curves would be unmistakable to anyone looking in. She couldn’t be sure he was there, but she made a bit of a production of it by facing in that direction and provocatively rubbing soap all over body.

Karen knew she was a shameless tease and should have stopped there with no harm done, but she couldn’t. They were both adults and while the situation was fraught, Karen didn’t feel as though they were doing anything wrong…yet. So Paul liked to see his mother in a swimsuit, or even naked? Perhaps it was just the curiosity that afflicts young men. Or was it something more?

Whatever it was, it made Karen feel sexy. That it was forbidden heightened her excitement to a fever pitch. Although it created even greater danger, Karen found herself reciprocating her son’s affections, which only seemed to bring them closer to the flame.

What she didn’t realize is that by then Paul had been thinking about his mother for some time. When he was twenty he had had a brief but torrid affair with the mother of a fraternity brother. The satisfactions to be found in the company of a mature woman made him think increasingly, if at first guiltily, about his own mother. He felt as if he crossed over an important line one evening when lying in bed alone he began to have an elaborate seduction fantasy about his mother that involved skinny dipping in the family pool and taking a shower with her. It brought him to an ear-popping orgasm and while he didn’t abandon fantasies about girls his own age or other mature women, Karen began to feature more frequently in his thoughts.

He felt conflicted about it at first, but after doing some research he learned to accept it as part of the complexities of the human psyche. Fantasies never caused any harm, he just had to be very careful about how he behaved around his mom, making sure not to let his eyes linger over her fantastic tits or delicious ass. Since he went to college in another state, he was away from home most of the time, but he had to be discreet during holidays and breaks.

The summer after Paul graduated from college and his father was in Europe on extended business, he and his mother seemed to be on a collision course. Before long, Karen found herself sneaking glances at Paul and letting her hands linger a little longer than usual on his shoulder, or arm, or even his bare leg as he lay out by the pool.

Like her son before, she found herself in the solitude of her bedroom fantasizing about him. The imagined taste of the forbidden fruit drove her to a frenzied session that left her exhausted. She could hardly believe she’d done it, but with that line crossed the last one approached fast. The tension between them seemed to reach a point where they had to sleep together, at least once, to try it, to get it out of their systems or risk going insane.

Paul continued his physical affection toward his mother, but seemed to pull up short of doing something provocative. Nevertheless, his spying on her continued, and soon Karen reciprocated, edging open his bedroom door after the lights were out to see if he was masturbating. On the second night, she could see that he was and she wondered if she played a role in his imaginings.

By mid-June there seemed to be no going back. During phone calls with Brandon, Karen kept up the pretense of normality, but she wondered if she should confide her feelings to her husband. She knew he was kinky but this kinky? With Paul understandably stuck in neutral, Karen knew it was up to her. If her son liked to watch her swim, perhaps it was time for a late night skinny dip.

She waited for him to turn off the light on his nightstand and then after a judicious few minutes she headed out to the pool in just her bathrobe, her hair tied in a bun. It was an overcast night and she had not turned on any of the outside lights. The air was muggy but the water was inviting so she dropped her robe, revealing her glorious womanhood, and lightly stepped down into the pool. She moved around quietly, gracefully, stealing a glance up at Paul’s room to see if he might be watching.

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