But this was her son: the inevitable sex would have been impossible, a taboo breaking infraction to nature. Even letting him see her like this, naked and vulnerable, was taboo. She had no doubt the sight would make him hard. What kind of mother would do that? Make her son hard on purpose? Tease her own child with the possibility of sex?
God, I am such a slut she thought.
After standing there, both of them frozen, for what felt like a long time, Lindsey smiled at her boy and quickly slipped into the bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded.
Safe behind the closed door, Lindsey’s fingers quickly found her clit again. She was drenched, rubbing herself and moaning for the second time in minutes. She couldn’t remember the last time one person had made her this uncontrollably horny. She wondered if he was outside right now, listening to her pleasure herself. She hoped he was. That he was brazen enough to pull out his cock and stroke just outside the very door she was leaning against, a splash of cum against the door as he listened to her making herself climax. She shivered as another orgasm hit her.
Pulling herself together, Lindsey turned on the shower and set about washing herself.
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After she had cleaned off — interrupted by another impromptu masturbation session mid-shower — Lindsey remembered she didn’t have a bath towel waiting and would have to walk back to her room naked again.
It was only then that a thought occurred to her: if she wasn’t careful, her teasing could push Grant over the edge. They had seen each other naked — at separate times — now, and she had no doubt her son had the same appetites as other young men. The thought of her own son raping her in a fit of lust would have been totally alien to her just hours ago, but so would her own thoughts of incestuous sex. Lindsey had always been a bit of tease and while she always tried to be the one in control, she had become a victim of rape more than once in the past. Her ex-husband had drunkly forced her in all her holes with the help of his new young girlfriend not long before they separated. Her body had enjoyed it, but the feeling of powerlessness and humiliation had been final nail in the coffin of their marriage. Grant was nothing like his father, but if he snapped and tried to fuck her now, she didn’t know that she could forgive him or herself. Even as she came to terms with wanting his body, she knew she had to stay in command of the situation, that incest had to be her choice as a mother.
I just wish Grant raping me wasn‘t making me so wet Lindsey groaned as she signed a cross over her chest and peeked out into the hallway. Grant’s bedroom door was open, but that couldn’t be helped. Ready to dash out to her room, Lindsey noticed something against the bathroom door: a fresh, fluffy towel.
Her heart almost exploded in her chest. While normally she’d find the act absolutely sweet, in light of her new desires, the love she felt almost brought tears to her eyes. Grant had seen her naked and his first thought was to bring her a towel. He didn’t even make a show of it, just dropped it by the door where she couldn’t miss it. She suddenly felt bad she had even entertained the notion her sweet boy could think of forcing her.
She could have gone to Grant’s room, embraced him in a big hug, and probably fucked him right then.
Instead, she pulled the towel to her chest — hugging the big fluffiness, leaving her ass and crotch exposed — and almost skipped to her room like a young girl in love.
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Grant’s sweet little act had unknowingly set off a major chain events. Unknown to him, but an object of intense focus and obsession for his very horny mother. Lindsey laughed at the thought Grant was somehow seducing her better than any man she’d ever been with and was likely completely unaware. If he was aware, he was probably completely confused and maybe a little shocked by the small glimpses at his mother’s cavalier sexual acts, unsuspecting that the woman that gave birth to him was now determined to seduce and fuck him before the night was over.
She didn’t believe it would be terribly hard to fuck Grant, but she wanted to do it the right way. If she was going to break the ultimate taboo, she wanted to make it special for both of them. Even before her divorce, Grant had been Lindsay’s entire life. Finishing school, progressing at work, everything had been to give her child the best life possible. In a strange way, it was poetic that she would be finally giving her body to her baby boy, fully bringing her son into her innermost life as a sexual being. Giving birth to him, feeding him, clothing him, and now, finally, becoming his experienced, sexy lover.
Part of her was worried she had somehow gotten all of this wrong. That Grant had been jerking off in the living room just because he knew he would be alone all day. That he had merely been shocked by her nakedness but not aroused. That leaving that towel had not been an act of love, but of admonishment, asking her to cover up. Lindsey was unused to rejection. She was a beautiful woman who liked to have sex, and it was easy getting people to want to fuck her. She was good at it and she enjoyed it.
He wants me she told herself. All boys want to fuck their mothers. Grant‘s just going to get the real thing.
Between her shower and her several masturbation sessions, Lindsey had lost a lot of time. She had to get dressed and start cooking quickly if she wanted the perfect dinner ready for her boy. She could hardly commit her best acts of seduction over Chinese take-out and a couple cans of Sprite.
First, she had to get dressed. Her pussy tingled at the thought of cooking for him in the nude, but even for what she had planned that would be coming on much too strong. She decided to forego both stockings and a bra, her only undergarments being a tiny pair of sheer black panties. They didn’t give much in the way of coverage, but they were sexy to look at and she had no doubt they would be soaked through with her juices by the time Grant saw them.
Oh he‘ll love that Lindsay thought, her fingers grazing her nub through the fabric before she stopped herself from wasting time masturbating once again.
She decided to leave her legs and feet bare. She had no way of knowing if her son shared her ex-husband’s foot fetish, but her legs never failed to entice any of her lovers. Now she just need something to cover herself as she cooked while leaving her body on display, teasing Grant with another glimpse of the nakedness he had seen earlier that afternoon. She settled on a simple, blue dress that left her arms bare and came down to about mid-thigh. It buttoned all the way up the front, but Lindsay left in about halfway open.
Quickly doing a simple hair and make-up job — again, she didn’t want to be too obvious about seducing him — Lindsey took a look in the mirror. She looked cute, doing a little spin that made the hem of her dress fly up a bit, revealing her scanty underwear. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this excited.