Chapter 2

Mary woke up earlier than her son. Thoughts of the previous night flashed through her mind. She dared not use her ability for fear of Josh seeing her thoughts. The image of him fucking her came into focus; she studied the appearance of her bush in his visions.

Running to the bathroom, she retrieved her scissors and trimmed her furry forest to match his fantasy. She had no idea why she felt compelled to transform her mound to his vision. She worried that her lust was driving her insane. Reminding herself that he was her son, she knew she had to face the reality of the situation.

Brushing off her concerns, she proceeded to get dressed. Pulling the blue nightie out of the closet, she held it up to her front and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t as transparent as she remembered. Slipping it over her head, she checked herself once again. Laughing, she admonished herself. Both layers held up in the light didn’t show much. One layer was way too naughty. Common sense returned, fearing she’d scare him off. She didn’t want to take a chance of harming their relationship. Hastily pulling off her sexy negligee, she discarded it onto the bed.

Slipping on her bra and panties, she strolled to her closet to pick another selection. Nothing was interesting enough to fit her mood. Glancing over to her bed, she longingly looked at her discarded nightie. She reasoned that with her undies, it wouldn’t be so bad.

After cloaking herself with the silky fabric, she admired her reflection and felt better about her appearance. Compared to her usual nightwear, it revealed a little more but wasn’t overly slutty. Hopefully, her son wouldn’t be too alarmed. He seemed happy with his fantasies and hadn’t displayed any intention of being physical with her. Before she changed her mind, she jaunted out to the kitchen.

Once the coffee was brewing, she cooked up some eggs and hash browns. Hearing Josh stir in his room, she set the table and poured each of them a cup of coffee. Squirming in her chair, she waited anxiously to see the look on Josh’s face, hopefully, an approving one.

Her son entered the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Glancing at his sexually adorned mother, he quickly lowered his hands and admired the negligee he had stroked off to many times. Her pink bra, visible under the sheer fabric, held his attention. Shifting his sight upward, he saw his mother’s sexy smile. It excited him that not only she didn’t seem alarmed when he was checking out her charms, but she appeared to appreciate his lustful stare.

Josh sat down to hide his hardening prick. Neither mentioned her attire while they dined. Mary broke the silence first. “Josh. I’d like to wash the outside of our windows this morning before it gets too hot.”

“Sure, Mom. The only problem I foresee is the weather prediction. It’s supposed to rain this afternoon.”

“I know. That’s the reason I picked today. The rain can wash away any soapy residue on the siding.”

“Okay. Sounds good. I need another cup of coffee. You want a fill?”

Before he could rise, she jumped out of her chair. “Let me get it for you. I’ll pour a little for myself too.”

When his mother stood, he gazed at her pink panties beneath her thin sleepwear. His prick became painfully hard. As she turned to the counter, he took the opportunity to reach down and reposition his stiff cock. His eyes were still locked onto the backs of her smooth, bare thighs when she turned to bring their cups back. She smiled widely and sat down, silently acknowledging his appreciation of her gift.

Both were quiet while they finished breakfast. Josh feared his prick might bust out of his robe and offered to clean the kitchen. She thanked him and left for her room. Mary giggled while dressing, knowing why her son couldn’t rise from the table. It was more teasing than she had planned to do. Throwing on her work clothes, she went outside to wash the windows. Josh joined her, and they worked for several hours under the glaring sun.

They broke for lunch and continued to work until two. When finished, Mary suggested, “Why don’t we take a walk to the park and back? We’re already pretty sweaty, so we can take a shower when we get back.”

“A walk might be good,” Josh agreed. “My muscles are a little stiff cleaning those high windows. We can take an umbrella since the rain should be here in an hour. Let me change to something cooler.”

“Wear the half-tee I bought for you last year. It’ll allow the air to cool you off,” Mary suggested.

Dashing to her room, she knew what to wear. Going to the back of her closet, she pulled out a pleated skirt she hadn’t worn for years. She was pleased that it was still a good fit as she approvingly eyed its short length. She nudged it down until the waistband rode lower than usual. Pulling off her top and bra, she riffled through her hanging clothes until she found the blouse she wanted. It was silk and too short to tuck into her lowered skirt. A two-inch gap of her smooth belly was left exposed. The thin material was sheer but not enough to show her dark nipples. Convinced her outfit was perfect, she went to meet her son.

Josh’s eyes traveled from her long bare legs to her beaming face. Mary held the bottom of her blouse and flapped it. “This should keep us cool enough,” she said. “Grab the umbrella, and let’s go.”

She walked on his right and intertwined her left arm around his, holding his hand tightly. They discussed his upcoming classes and the house projects they needed to finish before fall. When dark clouds moved overhead, they decided to return. His mother smiled when she felt warm drops of water. When the rain intensity increased, Josh unsuccessfully tried to unfold the umbrella with his left hand.

He tried to pull his right arm out to open it, but his mother tightened her grip and pulled him closer. “A little rain won’t hurt us. Besides, it’s cooling and refreshing.”

Josh gave up trying to extract his trapped arm while they continued their walk. Not long after, Mary looked down to see her silk blouse was soaked and had melded with her body. Her dark, aroused nipples were clearly visible. She stopped and released his hand. Turning to him, she said, “Okay, let’s open the umbrella. I’m cooled off now, even a little chilly.”

Josh’s eyes locked onto her pointy tips, replying, “We don’t want you catching a cold. Let’s get you undercover.”

With the umbrella towering above, they continued their walk. Josh attempted to wrap his arm around hers again when she said, “I’m still cold. Hold me closer to your body. You’re so warm.”

She extended her left arm around his back and held onto his exposed bare flesh. As he started to stretch his right arm around her, she gripped it and placed his hand on her bare waist. His fingers dug into her pliable meat and pulled her to him.

The mixture of sweat and rainwater transformed their flesh into slippery eel skin. Both struggled to get a grip. Mary raised her hand to his rib cage. Moving her fingers toward his front, she pressed her digits between his bones, enabling her to hold on. She hoped he would follow suit. His strong hand felt so good when melded with her smooth skin.

Josh had no intention of allowing the opportunity to slip away. He couldn’t believe he was holding onto his mother’s bare waist. Following her example, he slowly inched his hand up, pressing and feeling for the space between her rib bones. With a mind of its own, his hand kept exploring upward. Suddenly he felt the bottom of her breast hit the side of his hand. Stopping his movement, he shifted his fingers forward and between her ribs.

A warm, tingling sensation flowed through his mother when his hand advanced toward her breast. The rain drowned out her sharp intake of breath when his hand bumped her spongy tit. She pulled him closer when his fingers lodged into her cage. With each step, she felt the bottom of her breast bash against his hand. It was exhilarating but wasn’t enough for her. They were nearly home when she spotted her chance.

Wet leaves covered the sidewalk in front of them. Coyly misstepping on the slippery surface, Mary feigned to fall and slumped downward. Her hand slid and landed on her son’s hip bone. Her long fingers dug in perilously close to his manhood. His hand let loose to catch her and, instead, captured her meaty breast.

His hand instinctively wrapped around her spongy mound and squeezed tightly in an attempt to hold her upright. The combination of their sweaty skin and rain resulted in his hand searching her meaty tit for something to grip. His cock ached while his hand grazed over her hard nipple. Locking her turgid tip between his fingers, he attempted to hold her from falling.

Feeling his fingers latched onto her nipple, she became faint from the excitement and slumped lower. She involuntarily shrieked when shock waves of pleasure emanated from her stretched-out tit. Her excited slot gushed cream when his fingers squeezed and pulled her pointy tip. Her arousal quickly rose. Her son was using her fall as an excuse to fondle her breast. The attention was what she dearly craved. Fearing Josh would discover how much she enjoyed her son’s groping, she croaked, “Hold me and help me up, Josh. I don’t want to slip again.”

He reluctantly complied, knowing his breast exploring was concluding. Releasing his mother’s hardened nub, he adjusted his grip. He wrapped his hand around the bottom of her fleshy mound to lift her upright. He was thankful her fingers left his groin before she came into contact with his stiff prick. Not daring to chance a reprimand, he released her tit when she was upright.

Once his hand was back on her waist, he apologized, “Sorry, Mom. Guess my hand slipped when you fell. Hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No worries. My clumsy feet caused it. Lucky for me, you were able to catch me.”

A few minutes later, they were relieved to enter their dry house. Mary ordered, “Josh, take a shower and put some warm clothes on. I’ll throw on my sweats and prepare dinner. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.”

Quickly changing clothes, she dashed to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine. Pouring herself a glass, she sat down and chugged it. Her hands shook while she reviewed her actions. She had thrown herself at her son, manipulating him into handling her bare tit.

The worst part is that she loved it. Would Josh think his mother is some kind of a wanton slut? She needed to tone it down before she ruined their relationship. Mary hoped the wine would help. She already felt more relaxed, although her pussy still tingled from feeling his strong hand caressing her sensitive breast.

Having wasted enough time, she rose and prepared a pasta dish. She poured herself another glass and one for her son too. She rationalized he was a man, old enough to be treated like one.

Josh’s mind filled with the memory of his mother’s tit while he finished dressing and strolled to the kitchen. His smile widened when he sat across from his beautiful mother. He did a double-take when he saw a glass of wine set for them. She seldom drank and had never allowed him to consume alcohol.

Seeing his confused look, Mary held her glass up and said, “A toast to your successful entry into college. We deserve to celebrate tonight. I’m proud of you, Josh.”

Picking up his glass, he clinked it against hers and replied, “Mom, I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

She smiled and took a large gulp. They discussed Josh’s upcoming college curriculum while they ate. When finished, he said, “Mom, it’s your turn. I’ll finish here.”

“Thanks, dear. A shower sounds good. I’m retiring early again tonight, but I’ll come out to wish you a good night. See you in a bit.”

After she dried off, she riffled through her closet to pick out something to wear. She was sure both would gladly forego their nightly farewell to expedite their masturbating session. While looking through her hanging apparel, one hand cupped and squeezed her breast the same way Josh had done a few hours earlier. The other snaked down to her moist slit. She was aroused and considered not going out. She could call him from her bedroom and protect herself from doing something rash.

Shoving three fingers deep into her juicy pussy provided a little relief while she recalled the image of her son’s huge cock. Realizing she had wasted too much time, her mind frantically raced to make a decision. Her discarded nightie on her bed caught her attention. Her sex-crazed mind convinced her that it wouldn’t harm anything to give him a boost for his nightly stroke-off routine. Throwing it on, she knew better than to look in the mirror. Her horny condition overrode any sensible decision.

Josh waited impatiently for his mother. He wouldn’t have minded if she said she wanted to hit the sack early and not come out. His hand snaked into his robe and stroked his long cock, remembering how his mother’s meaty breast felt in his hand. Hearing her door open, he positioned his prick so it wouldn’t pop out.

He was unprepared for the sight of his near-naked mother. She was dressed exactly like the night in the kitchen except for her lustful expression. His eyes darted from her dark nipples to her bush, barely concealed by her thin nightie.

By the looks of her son’s wide eyes and open mouth, she discerned that he appreciated her lascivious display. She allowed enough time for him to ogle her before kissing him. She couldn’t help herself, moving her lips from his cheek to the edge of his mouth. Regaining her motherly willpower, she pulled back before kissing him in the way her desire demanded.

“Goodnight, Josh. See you in the morning,” she whispered. She turned and pranced back to her room before he could respond. Not wasting time removing her nightie, she flopped onto her bed and stroked her engorged, aching clit.

Josh was speechless after his mother had leaned over and kissed him. Her soft breasts were within inches of him. Her scent was intoxicating; his prick bobbed with excitement. Before closing her bedroom door, he hastily ran to his room while stroking his stiff cock. Throwing off his robe, he continued to pump his rod when he crawled onto his bed.

Mary had no doubts that her son was already stroking his turgid cock from her sexy display. She wanted to open up her mind to him to sneak another look at his body but couldn’t take the risk he’d be able to see her thoughts. Mary concentrated on her pleasure, lapsing into her private, sexual world. Suddenly she was brought out of it when she heard Josh’s thoughts call her name again. She figured it was from his intense excitement to bust past her defenses.

She twisted her nightie-covered nipples, trying to ignore his pleas. His thoughts rang out again. “Mom, I love you. I want to be your lover and show you how much I adore you.”

Feeling distraught hearing her son spill his feelings, she answered her son, assuming he couldn’t hear, not having advanced as much as she had. “I love you too. I wish we could be together and share our feelings.”

Not long after, she heard Josh’s thoughts when he replied, “Mom? Can you hear me? Do you really love me more than a son?”

Mary was shocked at his response. He could hear her thoughts now. There was no longer any hope of hiding the incestuous desires she harbored for her son. She opened her mind to see what he was doing and immediately noticed that his hand was firmly gripped around his shaft but had stopped stroking.