Chapter 1

A SPARK IS LIT

Peter gripped the edge of the crystal clear pool, unable to tear his eyes away from his mother as she emerged in her bikini. Angela, a 39-year-old widow, radiated youth and vitality thanks to her genetics and dedication to exercise - she went for a jog every other day. Peter’s friends often remarked on how attractive his mom was, even going so far as to give her the label of “MILF.” He would playfully act offended, but deep down he knew they were right. Ever since he was a little boy, he had harbored a crush on his own mother that never seemed to fade. If anything, it only grew stronger with time.

Angela was an outdoorsy person and preferred to stay fit by running through the woods or tackling an obstacle course at a nearby park rather than confining herself to a gym. As a result, her body was toned and lean in all the right places. Peter would often join her on these runs, using it as an opportunity to admire her figure as she ran ahead of him or during their exercises together on the course.

Her dirty blond hair cascaded just past her shoulders, framing a set of perfect C cup breasts that accentuated her slim waist. She looked absolutely stunning in her bikini during the party and it wasn’t just Peter who couldn’t help but sneak glances at her throughout the day.

Family and friends had been invited to celebrate Peter’s 16th birthday - the summer before his junior year of high school. Anyone paying attention would have caught several of his friends, as well as his father’s friends, stealing glances at Angela whenever they thought no one was looking. Even her own brother couldn’t resist admiring her beauty. Though he was married to an equally gorgeous woman, he still couldn’t help but feel a lingering crush on Angela from when they were younger and first discovering members of the opposite sex.

Something sparked in Peter’s mind that day and Angela began to notice a subtle change in her son. He had always been a sweet and loving boy, but recently he seemed to be even more affectionate towards her. His hugs lasted longer than usual, his kisses landing closer and closer to her mouth. As his mother, she didn’t see anything wrong with this - it was natural for boys to have crushes on their mothers. What surprised her was that his crush hadn’t faded away despite all the girls in revealing clothing at school who flirted with him.

But truth be told, she loved the extra attention from her son. After all, he was still her baby. At 6 feet tall, he towered over his late father’s height of 5’10”. She relished the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her - he had been working out for a few years now and she couldn’t resist running her hands over his muscular body.

Angela didn’t think much of the increased affection from her son. In fact, she secretly cherished their close relationship and that he still wanted to spend time with her. After all, he would always be her little boy.

A SEED IS SOWN

On Aunt Jenn’s 45th birthday, Peter and his mom, Angela, had taken his aunt out to celebrate. After too many drinks, Peter had to drive them home. After leaving Aunt Jenn at her home, they returned home. But as they arrived at their house, Angela stayed in the car for a moment instead of going inside. She was drunk and feeling affectionate.

“Come here, baby. Give mommy a hug,” she slurred, reaching out for her son. Innocent enough, she just wanted a hug and kiss from her beloved child. But lately, Peter couldn’t stop thinking about his mom’s hot body. And ever since that party, he had been getting bolder with his hugs and kisses towards her. Her one piece outfit clung to her curves, accentuating her breasts and slim waist while her short skirt showed off her shapely legs in high heels. It was a constant struggle for Peter to control his growing arousal around her.

That night, he misinterpreted his mother’s request for a hug. He couldn’t resist admiring her beauty all evening, his cock growing uncomfortably hard in his pants. When she came in for a hug, he couldn’t help but let his hands wander down to her firm ass. She seemed to enjoy it at first until reality hit her and she pulled away, giving him a quick peck on the lips before retreating to her bedroom with a goodnight wish.

As she locked the door behind her, Angela was surprised by the rush of arousal she felt from her son’s touch. Confused yet inexplicably turned on, she ended up using her trusty vibrator for some much needed release. She couldn’t understand why she would feel aroused after being touched by her own son, but there was an undeniable need within her that craved to be satisfied.

For the next couple of weeks, Peter’s behavior towards his mother became increasingly flirtatious and inappropriate. Angela couldn’t believe what was happening with her own son. The first time he playfully slapped her on the ass was on a weekday when they were home alone.

“Peter, stop it. That’s not appropriate,” she reprimanded him, but deep down, she couldn’t deny that it made her pulse quicken. After that day, he would find any opportunity to pat or squeeze her beautiful, tight round ass, and she found herself giggling instead of protesting.

“Honey!” she would exclaim with a mixture of amusement and arousal. Her body would respond to his touch despite her attempts to ignore it. She wasn’t ready to admit to herself that her own son was turning her on.

Growing concerned, she confided in her sister, Jenn. When Angela told Jenn about Peter’s behavior, she didn’t seem as shocked or worried as Angela expected her to be.

“Sis, that’s normal,” Jenn reassured her with a nonchalant shrug. “You and I both know that some boys develop crushes on their mothers. Can you blame him? I mean, look at you. I don’t blame him one bit. His mom is absolutely stunning with a great set of tits and a perfectly toned ass. I’m sure he thinks of you every time he jacks off.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that,” Angela responded with an incredulous tone. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she chuckled nervously as Jenn simply smiled knowingly. Angela couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with her for feeling flattered by her own son’s attraction towards her. It was all so confusing and taboo.

After their conversation, a fire ignited within her. The thought of her own son being attracted to her sent a thrill through her body. She couldn’t resist the temptation to dress sexier around the house, donning blouses that showed off her ample cleavage and tight tank tops that left little to the imagination. To torture him even more, she would go braless, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. And when she wanted to show off her toned legs, she would strut around in short shorts, relishing in the attention she knew she was getting from her son.

Jenn couldn’t ignore the change in her sister’s appearance. “Angela, I can’t help but notice how different you’ve been dressing lately. It’s like you’re trying to be ... sexier? What’s going on?”

Angela’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I can’t help myself,” she admitted. “Now that I know my own son finds me desirable.” Since Jenn had told her that he was probably fantasizing about her while pleasuring himself, it gave Angela a sense of power and desire that she shamefully indulged in, often wearing old t-shirts as makeshift pajamas and purposefully positioning herself so that her panties were visible underneath. She knew it was wrong, but the thought of a young man - even if it was her own son - finding her desirable fueled her in ways she never imagined, especially considering all the beautiful girls he saw at school every day.