For the life of him, Grant couldn’t figure out why his mother had put this movie on. It seemed unlike her. He knew she liked foreign films, but she was usually so conservative, and this was just so aggressively sexual. She had been acting strange all afternoon. Seeing her naked had been a shock. He’d left a towel for her as a sort of apology for ogling his own mother, but dinner had been slightly more normal, if a bit intense. Surely this movie must have been something she put on by mistake. Only he couldn’t look away, and he was far too embarrassed to ask her, even if she continued to make no move to change it or shut it off.
Lindsey, for her part, was mostly watching him. He seemed entranced, but she needed him to be horny. Rolling from her seated position, she stretched, laying her bare feet in her son’s lap. The hem of her dress rode up a little, but she made no move to fix it. She waited until she knew that he had glanced at her panties to ask him, “You don’t mind if your mommy stretches out a little, do you baby? I had a long day and my feet still ache.”
She watched for his reaction when she called herself mommy. Even more than showing off her panty-clad cunt, evoking that archaic term for motherhood would be the real push. Mommy already had something sexual inherent to its use between adults, but with the added incestuous context, it was like a lure into the deepest taboo she sought to drag her own child into.
“N-no problem, Mommy…I mean Mom,” he answered, quickly correcting himself.
Got him.
As they kept watching, Grant’s hands found his mother’s bare calves. Those hands felt good on her legs, but she wanted him to be bolder. She wanted to feel them on her thighs, on her ass, inching towards her dripping cunt.
Still enraptured by the film, Grant barely noticed his mother changing positions again, even as he kept a grip on her legs. Soon, she was pressed up against him, curling up her legs to practically sit in his lap. He repositioned to accommodate her, and found himself messaging his mother’s thighs, just as she had wanted.
“Yes,” she quietly hissed. She almost laughed out loud, shocked to hear herself say something so blatant. Grant figured the alcohol must still making him imagine things, even as he felt himself sober up, losing that particular excuse. In fact, he kept telling himself that he and his mother must both be drunk to have her curled up in his lap like this, but even now he knew that wasn’t the case. This wasn’t alcohol or happenstance. This was desire. She knew he could feel her hot pussy pressed against him. She leaned back, nuzzling up against her son’s neck.
As another sex scene (the asian lead, double penetrated by two black frenchmen) played, Lindsey threw caution to the wind and kissed Grant on the neck. Not a peck or even a chaste, affectionate kiss, but a sloppy, wet sucking kiss. She was trying to give him a hickey. She knew it and now Grant knew.
Grant, for his part, reacted by lifting up his mother’s legs just slightly, pushing up her dress’s hem up just a little more, and resting his fingers on her pussy, over her sheer panties.
She gasped at his bold touch, her breath excited against his neck.
Then, Grant said, “Mommy, you’re so wet.”
They stopped and looked into each other’s eyes for the second time that night. It was a long stare, even as she felt her son’s fingers continue to play with her pussy.
A moment, later, they were on top of each other. A stranger would have thought they were lovers, a horny couple unable to keep their hands off each other and they were, but they were also mother and son.
The pair pawed at each other as they made out. Lindsey just got wetter as she felt her son’s hands explore body over her dress and down onto her bare legs, the electricity of his fingers traveling back up to her ass and her pussy. She wanted him to do more. She wanted those hands under her clothes. Her own hands groped at his chest and belly, down towards his crotch. His dick felt hard and hot in her hand. She moaned as she squeezed it, trying to let him know she was imagining him violating his mother with his thick fuck-tool.
After a moment, Grant’s hands settled on her ass, groping and toying with her fat little butt.
Awful for a boy to tease his own mother like this she thought.
He continued to toy with her ass as he leaned up and whispered, “Take off that dress, Mommy.”
Lindsey shivered and almost came on the spot. Hearing him call her Mommy as he molested her just about put her over the edge. Her hands furiously worked at those damn buttons as her son’s hands made their way from her ass cheeks back to her cunt. As she was just about finished, Grant reach up and tore the dress off her. She gasped at his forcefulness. She sank into his embrace, sucking at his neck again, straddling her son in nothing but a pair of tiny black panties, soaked through with her fluids. She was forcibly humping her almost naked body against his when she felt him shift his hands again and change positions. She threw her arms around his neck as Grant lifted them both off the couch, cradling her ass and thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles together just above his ass and pulling herself in close, her tits forced against his chest as he held her in the air.
Her legs secure against his body, one of his hands traveled up to cradle her head. Lindsey looked up at him. She smiled and said, “Take Mommy to bed, baby.”
“Yes Mommy,” he replied, leaning in for a big kiss. He slapped her ass, making her yelp in glee, then made his way up to her room, carrying her even as she rocked her pussy against his crotch.
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Grant kicked his mother’s bedroom door closes behind him and moved to drop them both onto her bed. She had a huge California King with silk sheets. Without pulling out of their ongoing kiss, he reached between her legs and torn off her panties, making her gasp again. Bringing them to his face, Lindsey watched her son breathe the stench of her pussy in deep. God, he was perfect.
“Fuck me, baby,” she moaned, now naked beneath him, “Fuck Mommy!”
“Not yet,” he said. She was disappointed and little confused for a moment, until she saw him pull off his shirt and sink to his knees. Now Grant’s face was buried between her thighs and he was staring right at her cunt.
“Do it baby,” she goaded him, shoving her pelvis towards his face, “Make your Mommy cum with that beautiful mouth of yours!”
Grant needed no more motivation as he went to work on his mother. She moaned as his wet tongue made contact, but she also quickly realized he didn’t have much experience at this.
“Yes, good baby, but let me help you,” she said, trying to guide him, “Focus higher, on my clit, and do it gentler, do it–WOooaoaaah.”
He might not have had much experience, but her baby picked it up quick. With a few adjustments, she had him teasing her clit with his tongue like professional. Lindsey was in absolute sexual ecstasy. She was worried for a moment, worried she had played up the sex too much in her head, that she had risked incest with someone she loved most in the world for a quick lay with a fumbling novice, but her son’s tongue reassured her: he had the natural talent to please a woman.