Grant had measured himself and knew he was sizable, but having never had sex or even really fooled around before, he hadn’t expected his own mother of all people to get hot and bothered.
Knowing she had seen him watching her get off, he ran back to his own room and waited. It didn’t take long to hear her footsteps. Seeing her naked, on the way to shower, had been a pleasant surprise. When she smiled at him, he knew for certain he was going to fuck her. He listened at the door to ragged breathing as she masturbated again–within minutes, the woman was incorrigible–and rubbed himself before retreating to his own room to finish off. He had to run downstairs to wash his hands off and had the idea to drop off a fresh towel by the bathroom door for her. Grant had assumed she had a towel in the bathroom and would just think he was being cheeky.
From there, it was just the long, arduous wait til dinner. The main struggle was trying not to furiously jack off again to the image of his mother’s body, but he was also worried she would come to her senses and put a stop to this, or worse, read him his rights over his stunt jerking off in her living room. When he came down to dinner, and saw the food, the wine, and the tight little dress his mother clearly wasn’t wearing a bra in, he knew he was safe again.
The movie had really taken him by surprise. Grant hadn’t previously known about any of his mother’s erotic predilections, only that she never had trouble getting a date and his parents had had a healthy sex life before the divorce. Having to watch something so brazenly sexual before he was certain they were going to fuck threw him off. Mom was practically sitting in his lap before Grant finally said fuck it and did what he’d want to do all day: finger his mother’s pussy.
From there, all he had to do was trust his mother’s experience and his own obsessive porn knowledge and really get to fuck her. He was worried he blew it (no pun intended) when he was giving her head, but he was good at taking instruction. The feeling of her cumming on his face was worth all the risks he’d taken put together. He had always known his mother had a nice body, but seeing how tight and sexy she was up close was amazing.
Now here they were, cuddled up in her bed. Even now, Grant was unsure what was going to happen next. Chances were this was going to be a one-time thing. That the pieces fell into place for him to fuck his mother once was unbelievable. Doing it again suddenly felt daunting. A darker part of him thought of blackmailing her, but he knew he could never really commit to that. The thought of forcing his lovely, kind mother into a sexual relationship she didn’t desire was too awful to seriously entertain.
Honestly, could they really carry this on? For another week, a month? Lindsey had friends, boyfriends, an ex-husband. Surely someone would notice her suddenly spending a lot of time and attention on her newly adult son. Of course they could explain it up to a point. After all, Lindsay had always been an attentive, committed mother, but eventually it would become obvious, and obvious was dangerous.