Chapter 2

Over the next few weeks Caroline formed a plan to lure her son into some sexual activity. She waited for the Easter break when she knew he would be free from college. and this is her son’s Cary’s account of the sudden change in his his mothers behaviour that took him by supprise.

I was feeling pretty pleased with things after getting great results from my studies. I was ready for the Easter recess and happy to simply have nothing to do for a while.

It would just mom an me at home. She had been in the garden when I got back not long ago; tending her plants for the coming season. She’d waved to me with a glass in her hand. I guese she was celebrating the comming summer with a glass of wine. She looked petty tasty too - those tits of hers seem to get ever more succuant; it was nice to see her relaxing happily.

That’s all I wanted too! Dump all my study parfinallia, get undress and under the shower have a good wank and begin relaxing! A college pall had passed me a sqiff ... which was a bit of excitement ahead.

So I was pulling on my underpants after taking a shower when something out of the blue happened. Mom had unexpactedly hugged me from behind!

Perhaps not such a big deal you may think: except her hand had fondled my cock!

And her lips nuzzled into my neck!

“Happy Easter Cary darling. Mmmn, your sure growing nicely,” she giggled with gin on her breath,” give your Mom a kiss.”

I turned to find she was only in bra and briefs!

Then her hips pressed into mine! Her kiss was seductive; causing me to blush at the sexual surge I’d felt. Someone had slipped me a Micky Fin ... this wasen’t happing for real? My breath caught in my throat. I’d fantasied some times, but I’d never seen my mother, semi-naked before. My eyes ran up and down her.

Christ she had a great figure! Her breasts were full and high, barely held in check by the little bra she was wearing. Her waist was slim and flared onto inviting hips. Her legs were long and slender!

I simply gaped in awe as my cock stiffened and my arousal was obvious to her.

She grinned at my embarrassment. “ Aw, your so nice I could eat you – my lovely boy.”

She leaned into me and kissing me I could taste the drink on her lips...

She lost her balance a little, rolled into me, pushing me onto my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest laying half over me.

Her thigh slid up over mine: her warm crotch against my thigh.

My pulse was pumping and I pressed against her.

“Jesus! Is that for real?” she murmured.

I ran my hand down her back, she shivered, impulsively pushing against my cock.

“Jez Cary, when did you grow that thing? “ she swooned.

She looked up into my face and offered me her gorgeous lips: our breath against each other, the only sound. It was one of those moments. Should I take advantage of my own mother when she was clearly drunk?

I caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. My hand squeezed her tits as we kissed. Our tongues duelled: our hips writhed: before we pulled apart.

“Guess you enjoyed your Easter kiss – huh?” she slurred, “but maybe I’ve had too much to drink; if only Gerald was here to do what I need.”

She got up unsteadily and went from me.

I stared after her: my mind in turmoil. She’d always been ever careful to display a virtuous image with me; in spite of her provocative breasts always suggesting different.

But now suddenly here was my tippsy Mom fooling around and sexy with me!

Gradually over the following day or so Mom began a teasing game on me, clearly enjoying getting me steamed up over her flirty behaviour: her tantalising tits straining beneath a soft warm sweater, just under my nose: begging to be groped.