Chapter 2

Awakening refreshed, I slid out, and upon seeing my nightie, still lying undisturbed by the door, I knew Chad hadn’t entered. It didn’t completely convince me that he wasn’t infatuated with her, as his sense of morality would prevent him from taking advantage of his drunk aunt. I returned to my room, donned a robe, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, anticipating that Chad would be up early for work.

Ten minutes later, he dropped into a chair at the table and began eating. “Good morning, Chad,” I greeted him, admiring how well he looked, but then I remembered that I hadn’t served him much alcohol. “Did you sleep okay? I’m sure your aunt had a much worse night, but I’ll check in on her after you leave.”

“I slept like a rock, Mom. I’m sure she’s okay; she just can’t hold her liquor very well,” he replied, chuckling. He quickly finished, excused himself, and left. Thirty minutes later, Pamela emerged, looking bedraggled. Placing a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee in front of her, I said, “Drink up, Sis. You’ll feel better once you’re hydrated.”

“Thanks, Michelle. I guess I can’t drink as much as when we were younger. Thanks for letting me spend the night,” she responded, sipping her coffee before taking a few gulps of juice. Our conversation was much less stressful than before, and I wondered if she knew I had pleasured her. We kissed, before she departed, promising to meet more often. I called work, took the next two days off, then dialed Carol and invited her over for tea in the afternoon.

Preparing a tray of Carol’s favorite snacks and tea, I had just set it down when she knocked.

After settling onto the couch, she asked, “So, how’d it go at the dance? Did he pick some cute young thing that you approve of?”

“Not exactly,” I replied, relating the events of the night. When finished, Carol’s surprise was evident as she responded, “So, he prefers mature women. I always knew he had good taste. Do you know if she gave him her phone number?”

“I don’t think so, but I haven’t been completely honest with you. My reason for wanting him to seek companionship stems from Pamela showing interest in him. She still holds a grudge against me for marrying Steve and is determined to use Chad to exact her revenge.”

Seeing her surprised expression, I described in detail everything that had happened, leaving nothing out.

Pausing for a moment to digest everything, she responded, “Pamela does have quite the sex drive. Maybe if your son becomes involved with her, it’ll take some of the pressure off of me. She’s been voraciously horny for the last month.”

“You and my sister are still sexually involved?” I asked, completely surprised.

“Of course,” she responded. “We tend to meet up during those relationship dry spells. I would have invited you to join us, but I’m aware that you and your sister don’t exactly see eye to eye. Besides, Chad’s tendency to stay home these days probably keeps you occupied.”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “It’s none of my business. So, what do you think of the whole situation with Chad and Pamela?”

“It’s hard to tell,” she surmised. “As you said, he probably didn’t want to take advantage of your sister, but he may still be infatuated with her. Why don’t you let them hook up?”

“For one thing, it’s incest,” I spouted back, unconvincingly conveying disgust.

“Seriously?” Carol responded. “You don’t think you might be a little hypocritical, since you’ve slept with your sister. You do know that’s incest, too?”

“We were young and the same age, though,” I argued. “It’s more serious because she’s an older relative, taking advantage of his youthful hormones, plus she doesn’t really care for him. She’s just using him to exact revenge on me. I don’t want him to get hurt in the process.”

“You’ve come to the right person for help,” Carol chirped, smiling wide. “I’m his aunt, but not by blood and I’d love to take care of his horny urges. Trust me, after he’s tasted an Asian dish, he’ll never go back.” She chuckled and flashed me her adorable, puppy-dog expression, capable of melting anyone’s heart.

“Great!” I exclaimed. “Now I have two women chasing my son. I wish I understood his thoughts better, so I could assist him in his pursuit of happiness. It bothers me that he spends so much time helping me and hasn’t pursued a romantic relationship.”

“There’s a way we can discover his desires,” Carol assured me. “A young, horny man like Chad will need to relieve himself regularly, and if he’s not obtaining it from a woman, he’s handling it himself. His computer will be loaded with porn that will demonstrate his preference for women.”

“We’d be invading his privacy and I’m not comfortable with that,” I countered, but deep down was curious about my son’s sexual fantasies.

“Nonsense,” Carol shot back. “You’re a concerned mother and he’s living at home. Alice knows I’ve snooped around hers. In fact, she created a folder for me and stores videos there that she knows will aid me in my masturbation sessions.”

“Even if that’s the case, he keeps his computer password protected. I tried using it one day and couldn’t get past the first screen,” I lamented, sorrowful that we had run into a dead end.

Carol chuckled and replied, “You’re aware that I work in cybersecurity, right? I occasionally access employees’ computers when required. I can breach his system in a few minutes, and if not, I can bring a couple of devices we can use to access it.”

Skin bumps prickled on my arms, and a tingling sensation surged through my skin, as I eagerly anticipated the opportunity to uncover my son’s sexual desires. “Okay, let’s do it,” I agreed, giving my close friend the green light. “During quieter days, he often finishes work early, so let’s hold off until tomorrow morning. I’ve taken the day off, but I hate asking you to waste your precious PTO, just because of me.”

“Don’t fret about me. I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I’ll be over here, ready to go as soon as I see his car leave,” Carol replied with enthusiasm. “Delaying just won’t do—I’m excited to see who my hunky nephew is jacking off to.”

Brimming with excitement, we eagerly wrapped up our plans. She headed home, while I busily prepared dinner for Chad. While we ate, my thoughts kept replaying the images of Chad dancing with that alluring woman at the event and the intimate embrace he and my sister shared.

While stealing glimpses of his handsome face during our meal, I decided that it was time for me to treat him more like the attractive man he was, more than my son. “Could he become as enamored with me as the other women he showed interest in?” I asked myself, “Or would he be disgusted if I flirted with him?” Forbidden desires swelled within me, blurring the lines of parent-child boundaries.

After meticulously shaving my legs in the shower, I dried off and rummaged through my closet until I found a short robe that I hadn’t worn in years. A silk bra that barely covered my nipples, felt exquisite against my skin. With my robe concealing my sexy underwear, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, appraising myself. I practiced opening and closing the robe, just enough to show off the valley between my creamy breasts.

Sitting at my makeup table, I resisted applying any makeup, remembering Chad’s preference. Content that my hair was perfect, I pushed the chair backward. Selecting a coconut-scented lotion, I dribbled drops along the tops of my legs. While I soothingly rubbed the fragrant cream onto my legs, I remembered how Chad’s fingers felt when they brushed across my cheek. When my mind slipped into my fantasy, goosebumps rose on my legs, as I envisioned his fingers, instead of mine, rubbing across my flesh.

By the time I was satisfied with the even sheen applied to my legs, my panties were damp from imagining my son caressing me. Standing in front of my mirror, I gripped the hemline of my robe and lifted it, exposing my thighs. I turned and admired my shapely, toned legs. In an attempt to convince myself of my provocative actions, I reasoned that by providing Chad with a little more intimacy would fill in the gap, when he wasn’t with other women.

Taking one final look at my reflection, my inner voice rang out, “Who am I kidding? It’s more for me than him. I love the way he steals glances at my legs or my tight blouses. It’s high time that I show him how much I appreciate it when he makes me feel like a desirable woman and not just his doting mother.”

Feeling a little slutty, I sexily strode out to the living room, to find Chad’s hungry gaze scanning my voluptuous body. He hadn’t taken his shower, still wearing sweatpants and a tank top.

Instead of sitting across from him, like I had in the past, I plopped down beside him. “Do you mind, honey?” I asked, in a soft, seductive tone, while squirming closer. “I’ve been feeling down in the dumps today, and want to snuggle with you, while we watch our shows.”

“Not all, Mom,” he replied. “I love cuddling with you.”

His arm wrapped around me, holding my shoulder, as he drew me close to him. My heart fluttered when he ran his fingers through my scalp and brought my head to rest on his warm, long neck. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be held by a man and promised myself I would reward myself more often.

Once our first show finished, I crossed my legs, splitting my robe open. When my bare upper leg came into view, I felt his head move, his attention shifting to admire my exposed, smooth thigh. Shifting my position to become more comfortable, I draped my leg over his, sighed, and said, “Thanks for being here for me tonight, Chad. Your warm body feels so comfy.”

A wide smile crossed my face when he held me tighter and replied, “No problem, Mom. You deserve a nice break from taking care of me all the time.”

Seeing his sweatpants bulge and throb, while I moved my bare leg back and forth, my thoughts rang, “Stop teasing your son. You’re his mother for god’s sake.” Fearing I was tormenting him too much, I removed my leg and sat upright without closing the bottom gap in my robe.

“I think I’ll shower and hit the sack, Mom,” he stated, rising. Before he turned to leave, I stood, lightly hugged him, and said, “Goodnight, Chad. Thanks for the wonderful evening.”

Kissing him on the cheek, I quickly backed off, exclaiming, “Oh, my!”

Looking concerned, he asked, “What’s wrong, Mom?”

“It’s nothing,” I replied. “When my lips hit your stubble, it kind of stung a little. No big deal.”

His expression saddened, while his hands held the sides of my head. When he pecked my forehead with his moist, thick lips, my legs weakened. “Sorry about that. Your skin, on the other hand, is smooth as glass,” he commented.

He turned and left for his room, leaving me stunned and more horny than ever. While tidying up, I heard his shower running. A good mother would have finished cleaning and gone to bed—I didn’t. Quietly turning the doorknob to his room, I silently tiptoed to his bathroom.

Luckily, his bathroom door was ajar, steam billowing out. Without hesitation, I crept closer and peeked in. I drew in a sharp breath, my body momentarily frozen, captivated by the mesmerizing sight of his nude, spectacular body. He faced the shower head, his eyes closed with spray pounding on his face. My attention locked onto his manly hand, stroking his long, hard cock.

I squeezed one of my tits, while I studied every feature of my son’s manhood. My angle of vision wouldn’t allow me to see his balls, but I didn’t care. My focus was on his circumcised prick, topped with a large mushroom-shaped head. His pace quickened and every five strokes he would wrap his hand around his puffy head and twist it. He moaned while continuing to stroke his massive rod. My other hand slithered down to my wet sex, my fingertips running up and down my engorged labia.

My eyes drifted down to his hairy legs, muscular thighs, and firm ass. His powerful body would bring unbridled joy to some lucky woman. His groans increased in volume along with the pace of his stroking. Suddenly, a spurt of cum splashed against the wall, followed by several more. He continued to pump out the rest of his load, as I watched his erupting cock spray out more volume than I’d ever seen.

Afraid of being caught, I quietly left and dashed to my room. Shucking off my robe and undies, I sprawled out on my bed and shoved three fingers into my horny pussy, my mind filled with the vision of my hunky son’s nude body. The image of his prick was vividly burned into my memory, and my thoughts drifted to my conversation with Carol. If I really wanted to fulfill my son’s needs, I should allow her to sexually satisfy him, before I crossed the unforgivable, incestuous boundary.

My pearl enlarged and popped out of its sheath, begging for attention. Each time my fingers were fully buried, my thumb brushed across my clit. My tits heaved as my heart rate raced. My thoughts formed a scene of Carol riding my son, her small, perky tits bouncing up and down, while her full black bush mashed against his groin on her downstroke. Her moans filled my head, but then, I realized it was my own voice emitting those sounds.

In my lustful, dreamy fantasy, Carol and my son had shifted to a doggy-fuck position. He pounded her from the rear, his big hands firmly gripping her soft ass cheeks. My mind drifted back to her proposition—she had volunteered herself and I couldn’t think of a reason to refuse her. Squishing my engorged clit between my fingertips, my mind suddenly replaced Carol’s body with mine. Gazing through a dreamy, passion-filled haze, I watched my son groan and his body jerk, as his prick filled my horny hole with his creamy spunk.

My pussy exploded, streams of cum pouring out, as I milked my swollen pearl. When my orgasm seceded, a wave of guilt flowed through me. “What was I thinking, replacing Carol’s image with mine?” I chastised myself. The sooner I found someone for him, the better for my sake and his.

Exhausted, I slept later than usual. Throwing on my robe, I dashed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Chad. I had just finished when he entered and sat at the table. I joined him and I immediately noticed his clean-shaven face. I didn’t recall seeing his new look when I covertly spied on him in the shower, but it was understandable, as my eyes concentrated on the slab of cockmeat between his legs.

Noticing my robe, he asked, “Aren’t you working today, Mom?”

“No, I’m taking a day off to relax and catch up on housework,” I replied. “It’ll give me more time to have your favorite meal ready for you tonight.”

“Sounds great. We’re on a big job today, so I may be a little late, but no longer than an hour,” he stated.

After rising from the table, he paused with a hint of hesitation in his gaze, silently pleading for a parting hug. I enveloped him in a warm embrace and planted a gentle peck on his cheek, dangerously close to his lips.

“Much smoother,” I remarked, “but I feel bad that you shaved because of my comment last night.”

His firm grip anchored my shoulders, as his eyes locked onto mine.”Mom,” he began earnestly, “I still need your guidance and your honesty. I never really liked the beard, but I thought it might help me connect better with mature women. We’ve always been straightforward with each other. I still count on you to help me make the right decisions.”

“But I’m sure other women would love your rugged, handsome look. Women seem to be attracted to men that look like actors,” I argued.