Chapter 2

A Kiss Is Given

After school, Peter would eagerly make his way home to see his mother. She was always there to greet him with a hug and a peck on the mouth. But with each passing day, the hug lasted longer and their kisses became more passionate. Soon enough, they found themselves making out in her living room.

As his hands explored her body, she couldn’t help but give into the pleasure of it all. Without hesitation, she parted her lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. He had been waiting for this moment and took full advantage of it. Things between them were heating up quickly.

Angela kept this new development from her sister Jenn, not wanting to admit that she was falling into an inappropriate relationship with her own son. She couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards him, but the idea of incest made her hesitate. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cross that line.

The following afternoon, Peter’s mind was consumed with thoughts of his mom as he rushed home. He knew he had to make his move soon if he ever wanted to take things further with her. The way she had let him kiss her and hold her gave him hope that his fantasy could become reality. Desperate to make progress, he took every opportunity to compliment her and touch her suggestively, hoping to push their boundaries even further.

He arrived home that afternoon, a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder as he pushed open the front door. He immediately shed it and tossed it aside before setting out in search of the sexiest MILF he knew. After some searching, he found her in her bedroom, making her bed with her back to him. Her curves were accentuated by the tight-fitting shorts she wore, and Peter couldn’t help but admire the way they clung to her perfectly-toned bottom. A surge of desire coursed through him as he took in the sight. With firm, purposeful steps, he approached her from behind, wanting her to know he was there before he made his presence known. His intention was to be sweet and gentle with her, not wanting to startle or intimidate her with his sudden appearance.

Peter’s voice was low and husky as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her up to stand. “Mom, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the hard press of his jeans against her backside and the firm grip of his hands on her breasts. Over time, he had slowly broken down her barriers, until now she didn’t even try to resist him.

Her body betrayed her as she felt herself getting wet, a soft moan escaping her lips. Turning her head to look at him, she asked teasingly, “Did you really miss me that much, baby?”

He answered by capturing her lips with his own, their tongues immediately tangling in a passionate dance. She could feel the intensity of his desire through his touch, his hands gripping her tighter and tighter as they made out. Angela couldn’t help but let her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

But even in the heat of the moment, her conscience spoke up. “Sweetie,” she gasped between kisses, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Ignoring her words, Peter lowered his head once again to kiss her deeply. She couldn’t resist any longer, tilting her head back and parting her mouth for him. The sense of taboo only fueled their passion as they continued their forbidden embrace. But eventually, reason prevailed and Angela pulled away, catching her breath and trying to ignore the guilt that gnawed at her.

For the remainder of the week, similar encounters occurred between Angela and her son. Each day, she carefully selected her outfits when she arrived home from work, anticipating Peter’s arrival. Occasionally, she would deliberately choose to forgo wearing panties, knowing they would only end up soaked and discarded in the hamper.

This pattern continued for the following two weeks. Peter approached their intimate moments with patience and care, driven more by his lack of experience than by pure desire. He relished every moment of their forbidden relationship and held onto hope that he would soon have the opportunity to undress his own mother and make love to her.

During their stolen moments together, he had overcome her initial reluctance and was now allowed to slip his hands under her top to play with her breasts. Angela reveled in the sensation of his touch on her sensitive nipples, lost in the thrill of taboo passion with a new partner - his son no less. The level of arousal she experienced was beyond anything she could have imagined.

A DOUBT IS SOWN

As the Saturday sun beat down mercilessly, Angela and Peter found themselves seeking refuge in the cool waters of the pool. The heat was already stifling by 10am, prompting Angela to suggest they take a day off and spend it lounging by the pool. Peter eagerly agreed, relishing the opportunity to see his mother in one of her revealing bikinis.

In her bedroom, Angela looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the tiny string bikini she had purchased specifically for this weekend. The thin strips of fabric barely covered her breasts and left nothing to the imagination when it came to her intimate parts. As she adjusted the strings, she couldn’t help but imagine her son’s reaction and wonder if it would be enough to get his cock hard. She felt a sense of power and liberation coming with flaunting her body shamelessly. This was her way of embracing her inner seductress, reveling in her son’s lustful glances directed her way.

Stepping out into the warm sunlight, Angela made her way to the pool, feeling a mix of exhilaration and guilt in anticipation of Peter’s reaction. When he finally saw her, she couldn’t help but feel like prey being stalked by a predator. But as he approached, she found herself melting into his touch, the memory of their past encounters fueling her desire.

As they stood in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping at their bodies, Peter’s lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Angela knew it was wrong, that they shouldn’t be doing this. But the thrill of the forbidden only added to the intensity of their kiss.

Despite knowing they needed to stop, Angela found herself unable to resist the pull towards Peter. She was caught in the moment, giving into her desires without hesitation. And in that moment, all concerns and justifications faded away as they indulged in passionate kissing.

His hand slid down her lower back, his fingers caressing the smooth curve of her bare ass. A shiver ran through Angela as she felt his son’s hard cock pressing against her warm, wet pussy. She couldn’t help but wrap her long legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. The anticipation and desire in his touch made her nipples harden with every passing second. She knew he wanted her so badly and just the thought of him masturbating while thinking of her sent a rush of excitement coursing through her body. Part of her knew she should put an end to what was happening, but she was completely powerless to resist him.

“I can’t get enough of your beautiful ass,” he whispered breathlessly into her ear. “It feels amazing against me.”

Their lips were locked in a passionate embrace before his hand reached up and tugged at the side of her bikini, exposing her hard, puckered nipple. He wasted no time in taking it into his mouth, sucking and teasing until she could do nothing but moan and mumble for him to stop. It had been so long since somebody had suckled from her breast, that she couldn’t believe what was happening as waves of pleasure shot through her body.

But suddenly, reality hit her like a slap across the face. His hand moved down to caress her through her bikini bottoms and she felt a surge of fear. This was wrong, and she knew it. With a nervous laugh, she pulled away from him and swam to the safety of the shore. He followed her eagerly, the thrill of the chase only adding fuel to her already heightened arousal.

But she knew that this was where she needed to draw the line. As much as she wanted him, she couldn’t allow things to go any further. The situation was getting out of hand, and she had to put an end to it before it went too far.

She knew her son would fuck her at the drop of a hat if she let him. Her conscience had practically given her the green light, and Jenn’s voice in her head was telling her that it was normal for sons to want to fuck their mothers. She felt confused and was not sure what to do. Peter was definitely breaking down her will.

She managed to keep her son at bay for the rest of the day. After that incident, things continued with their new normal. They both had their hands all over the other and she was loving it. Having her son grab her ass or tits felt naughty, but him touching her pussy was crossing the line. Angela felt that was too intimate and she was not willing to go that far.

A MASSAGE IS GIVEN

After the encounter at the pool the previous weekend, Angela and Peter found themselves alone one evening. As they settled down for a homemade dinner, the soft glow of candlelight danced across their faces. Angela indulged in a few glasses of wine, her inhibitions slowly fading away. She even allowed Peter to join her in a few glasses, enjoying each other’s company more and more with each sip.

Earlier that day, subconsciously, Angela had taken a long shower. The hot water cascaded over her body as she carefully shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic hair, ensuring that everything looked perfect. Deep down, she knew that something would happen between her and her son tonight, and it excited her in ways she didn’t fully understand. She had already made up her mind that if her son made a move, she wouldn’t resist. His muscular physique ignited a fire within her, reminding her of all the types of men she had been drawn to in the past. She couldn’t help but reach out and run her hands over his arms, admiring his strength. He was taller than his late father, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he also possessed a larger manhood.

As the last plates were cleared from the dinner table, they settled in for a quiet evening of television. She headed to her bedroom to change into her one of her son’s t-shirts that barely covered her mid-thighs and a pair of lace thong underwear.