Chapter 2

Lance woke up the next morning and found the pot of coffee his mother had made. Still only wearing the boxer briefs he slept in, he poured a cup and found her outside on the balcony enjoying the sun and view. She was still wearing the pink tank and panties from the night before, but now with a mesh beach wrap around her hips, covering herself without really covering herself.

He still felt guilty about the way he’d jerked off after she left his bedroom, and he’d started thinking about how to get her to find a place of her own as soon as possible. She already had him feeling like he was eighteen all over again. He hated thinking this way because in reality he loved having her there, but he couldn’t go on stroking himself night after night to fantasies of the one woman he could never have. The only question was how to get rid of her without making her feel like she was just getting tossed off once again by one of the many men in her life who just used her until they were bored.

The main difference with Lance was that he never got to use her, and he never would. Except in his mind, which was how he ended up dating older women who looked as much like her as he could find. The most recent was a married neighbor whose balcony was directly across the pool area from his, but he hadn’t seen Monica too recently.

Lance took a moment to admire his mother’s toned ass and legs as she leaned on the balcony and looked out at the view. Giving his cock a quick squeeze, he told himself he was going to have to remember to put on shorts in the morning as long as she was staying there. The way she’d stopped to notice the rock hard bulge in his briefs last night had made his pulse race like nothing else, but he couldn’t keep frustrating himself like that over and over.

“This is so nice,” Robin said, turning around, revealing the fact that she knew she wasn’t alone anymore. “I love the pool. And maybe we could go over to that beach today.”

“I have to work,” he offered a quick excuse. He was still working from home mainly, with half the world still being closed because of the pandemic. He could keep whatever hours he wanted this way, but Robin didn’t know that. It would’ve been nice to spend the time with her, but he knew a couple of hours on the beach with her in one of her skimpy bikinis would leave him hard and frustrated just like so many times in the past. But then the disappointed look on her face made Lance feel bad. He didn’t like disappointing her.

“I was hoping we could spend some time together while I’m here. I don’t know how long I can stay. I have to think about finding a place of my own soon.”

Lance noticed his mother’s eyes drift down to the full looking package outlined in his boxer briefs. He wasn’t hard like the night before when she looked and even mentioned his size, but he liked the curious gleam in her eyes as she checked him out. Despite his conflicting feelings about her, he couldn’t help how good it felt when she looked at him the way she was now with so much love and admiration. He knew he was special to her. He never saw her look at anyone else the same way, even though her eyes were lingering over his cock at the moment. But she soon brought her gaze back up to his face. He made a snap decision.

“I guess I could take some time off while you’re here. We could do things together. Whatever you want.”

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Of course, Mom. We have a couple of years to make up for. Let’s not waste whatever time we have together.”

Robin’s eyes welled up with moisture. She moved toward the table and set her coffee cup down, then turned to hug her son, deliberately squashing her impossibly big, firm tits against his body.

“That would mean so much to me, baby,” she said, finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks. “I know I haven’t given you very many good memories, but maybe we can change that. I just hope you know how much I’ve always loved you.”

Lance hugged his mother back tightly. He felt fiercely protective of her now. He always had, but never felt like he could give her what she needed to be safe and loved. In the moment of that intense embrace, he realized everything was different now, almost as if their roles had been reversed. He took his mother’s face in his hands and kissed away the tears running down her cheeks. Then he kissed her pliant lips the same way she’d kissed him the night before while his cock was raging with hardness, just on the edge of being so wrong for a mother and son.

“I love you too, Mom,” he told her. “Let’s just have a good time together while you’re here. You’re a really special kind of mom, so we should have special time just for us.”

This made Robin cry again, but they were tears of happiness. She hugged him tighter, now with her lower abs pressing against his cock. Lance held her just as tightly, his hands hovering just above where her ass cheeks tapered out into those sculpted spheres of firmly muscled flesh. He felt his mother’s happiness, forced to admit to himself that all he’d ever really wanted was her love and undivided attention. Maybe now he could finally have that, even if only for a few days.

“Nothing would make me happier than being with my gorgeous man,” she told him, staring intently into his eyes.

“I am your man, Mom. No more asshole husbands for you. You have me now,” he said, barely aware of the implications of what he was saying.

“Oh baby, if I ever had a husband who makes me as happy as you then I’d never ever get a divorce.” Lance thought she probably wasn’t thinking about the ramifications of what she was saying, either.

“Well, you can’t divorce your son,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood and make her feel better. “You’re stuck with me.”

Robin smiled at him, clearly so pleased.

The only thing Lance could think of doing was to kiss her again. It started the same way as the previous couple of borderline appropriate kisses, but their lips held together a long time, and eventually there was nothing else to do but let their lips drift open so their tongues could explore each other. They kissed with deep, searching intensity while Lance let his hands slip down over his mother’s ass. He kneaded her stunningly taut cheeks, pulling her tighter against his cock at the same time. Her hands were on his ass, too, squeezing him through the thin material of his briefs while his cock was rapidly swelling with hot pulses of desire.

Lance pulled the mesh wrap up above his mother’s ass and fondled her globes with his hands directly on her skin. She moaned into his mouth and ground her body against his rigid cock. He was aching to feel her luscious tits, yet he still didn’t dare despite the fact that he couldn’t help grinding his swollen prick back against her. It felt too good. It wasn’t even close to the feeling of kissing and groping a woman who merely looked a little bit like his hot, sexy mother. This was another world entirely.

While they were kissing and groping each other’s ass, Lance caught a flicker of movement across the way on Monica’s balcony. It made his cock pulse even harder at the possibility of anyone seeing them that way. It made him feel like his mother belonged to him the way a woman belongs to a man who loves her.

But the kiss finally broke off as the mother and son stopped to breathe. Only then did they both seem to realize what they were doing would be considered scandalous by pretty much anyone and everyone, except themselves. They stared at each other nearly in shock, but neither one of them looked at all sorry about what they’d just done.

“There’s nothing wrong with just kissing,” Robin said, still a little breathless. “It’s not like it’s sex. It can’t be incest if it’s just kissing.”

“Yeah,” Lance agreed, not really thinking clearly either way. “Mothers kiss their sons all the time. Sons kiss their mothers. It’s totally normal, Mom.”

Robin giggled. “Of course, baby. And if more guys were amazing kissers like you it would happen even more.”

“It doesn’t hurt if your Mom is so fucking hot,” Lance grinned, giving his mother’s perfect ass a hard squeeze with both hands. He took a glance over her shoulder and saw Monica standing at the entrance to her balcony. She was using the same, high-powered binoculars they’d once used together while watching a couple fuck in the pool one late night. With the complex having a no-kids rule, it wasn’t unusual to see some very adult play around the pool or on other people’s balconies.

Robin blushed, something Lance had never seen her do. His prick was swollen and raging for everything he knew he could never have.

“Still want to go check out the beach?” he asked as they continued holding each other, pulling his attention away from the opposite balcony and back to her.

“Are you sure? You and me?”

“Definitely. And I want you to put on the skimpiest suit you have so I can show off my hot mom.” He almost regretted saying so, but grinding his swollen rod against her perfect body was sending his thought processes into space.

“Well since you put it that way,” she said with a gleeful smile. She looked giddy over the fact that her son wanted to show her off.

Robin walked away, letting her hand slide over the large, stony bulge in her son’s briefs as she moved away. Lance was left barely believing his mother had actually just touched his cock, even if it was only through his briefs.

Lance went back to his room, fully intending to jerk off in his bathroom to relieve the throbbing ache his mother had left him with, but before he had a chance, she came walking into the room. She wanted to use his bathroom to get ready for the beach. He now regretted not clearing out the extra room for her to stay in instead of giving her the living room. Not only for his privacy, but what kind of son did that make him? He felt like a complete jerk, and yet his mother hadn’t uttered a word of complaint. He made a silent vow to make up for the way he’d been treating her the last couple of years.

While Robin was in his bathroom, Lance wasn’t going to be able to jerk off before their beach trip. He thought about rubbing one out into a T shirt while his mother was in the other room, but she could’ve come out anytime and caught him in the act. He didn’t want to go through that, not even after grinding his rod against her body and feeling her hand drift over his bulge. He finally decided to change into his baggiest swim trunks and hoped his erection would go away on its own. He’d just have to wait before he could relieve the tension.