She felt dreamy and strangely uninhibited. She allowed herself to recall the events of the evening before, and in particular her feelings. She felt her pussy tingle with the familiar resonance of her arousal. She casually touched her labia and immediately felt the surging electrical charge of sexual energy. She probed herself and immediately her mind flooded with her favourite fantasy images; the thrill of frantic sex with a strong handsome stranger. She often fantasised about going to somewhere where she is unknown and picking up a sexy guy and giving herself to him. She loved the idea that he would ravish her and tear her clothes from her body. She imagined herself wearing tights and having him rip the gusset to gain access to her pussy. Hmmm, her fingers rhythmically played across her clit and labia.
Suddenly it was Billy in her head; looming over her with his hard cock in his fist, bearing down between her legs to thrust deep into her pussy and then fucking her hard. Her eyes snapped open and she panicked slightly. Her heart was pounding. She chastised herself; she shouldn't be thinking those thoughts. Plus her movements were making loud splashing sounds in the water. She had to resist, she didn't dare to orgasm in the bath.
Somewhat reluctantly Hester climbed out of the soothing bath. She dried and moisturised her skin and finally applied a little scent. Wrapping herself in a bath towel she left the bathroom and crossed the landing. On an impulse she knocked on Billys' door.
'Just a minute,' came the hurried reply. Hester waited, then, 'Come in.'
Hester opened the door and entered. Billy was on his bed in track bottoms and a T-shirt. He looked a little flushed and Hester could see the corner of his journal from under his pillow. Still with no real purpose she crossed the room and sat on his bed by his feet. She knew that she was probably tempting him. The towel revealed way too much leg, to within just an inch or so of her pussy. It was also pulled tightly around her breasts, which spilled out showing an outrageous amount of cleavage.
'What have you been up to?' she asked in her motherly tone but aware that she was teasing him.
Billy looked embarrassed, 'Oh, just, been, well just stuff, you know...'
Hester smiled slightly, she knew he had been writing in his journal. Probably writing about her; probably writing about the things he wants to do to her. She thought, he probably had his cock in his hand when I knocked, it's probably hard now.
Her breath caught as she tried to speak, 'Emm, well I'm off to bed, Billy. I can feel one of my headaches coming on so I've taken a sleeping pill,' she was shocked at how easily the lie came to her, 'so I'll be fast asleep in no time.'
'OK, mum, I'll keep the noise down.'
'No, I mean don't worry on my account. Those pills knock me for six. I'll be out like a light, in a deep sleep. Nothing could disturb me,' she allowed that to hang for a brief pause, 'Just make sure I wake for work, OK?' Hester rose to leave.
'Sure mum, hope you feel better.'
Hester bent and kissed his forehead, 'Thanks for your help son, you're a good boy.' She left and closed his door.
Outside she scampered to her room, Christ, what had she done. She practically invited him to ravish her. This could be date rape, she thought. But I'm drugging myself. Of course she hadn't taken a pill, and she had no intention to do so. She quickly dressed in her night shirt and panties, then went to clean her teeth in her en suite. But before climbing into bed she had a thought and pulled off the night shirt. She caught her thumbs in her panties but stopped. Needn't be too obvious, she thought. Besides, she always preferred a little foreplay with her undies on.
As she slid into bed she thought, what am I doing? Do I want this? But she had no answer for herself. She lay for a few moments with the bedside light on. Her thoughts raced; if he came to her what would she do? She thought surely she would stop him, surely she would confront him, she would explain to him that she loves him, but that this is wrong. She put out the light. She felt confident that she would do the right thing.
For the next hour or so Hester tossed and turned. She was too hot, her body glowed from her lovely bath. Her skin felt silky and smooth. Her pussy felt more sensitive than she could ever remember. She was desperate to touch herself, but she had to resist. What if Billy came to her? He'd get the wrong idea, she told herself. The heat and her simmering craving kept her awake for a long time. Now and then she would drift into a semi dose, but would snap awake when she thought she heard a noise. Was it Billy in her room?
At last she was almost asleep. Her bedclothes were kicked back and she floated in and out of consciousness. Her dreams were short and vivid and full of erotic images. She held a thick, powerful erection in her hand and her lover teased her, touching her fleetingly between her legs. God why doesn't he fuck me, she thought in her dream. Hester suddenly realised this wasn't a dream. Billy had come into her room, he'd found her almost naked on the bed and his craven desires had pushed him to new extremes of daring.
Minutes earlier Billy had crept into his mother's bedroom. He was shocked to see his mother almost naked, her body illuminated in the bright, silvery moonlight streaming in though the un-shaded roof window. Her beautiful breasts exposed and her nipples already erect. He bent to her and suckled on the hard teats, relishing their pinched, fleshy hardness against his tongue. He was braver than ever. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and grazed them with his teeth. He felt his mother writhe and moan in response. But he knew there was no risk of her waking. She'd taken a sleeping pill, she couldn't wake, and if she did he'd creep away and she'd assume it was a crazy dream. Billy's pent-up lust for his mother was finally being released. He'd not let this chance pass.
Billy swapped between her nipples; he was gentle but urgent in his ministrations. He had to make the best of this opportunity. She was completely exposed. His hand then reached down between her legs. His fingers touched her gusset. It felt hot and he bent to savour the aroma of her pussy. He manoeuvred himself between her thighs and breathed deeply. She smelt of hot bath oil, perfume and pussy. Billy's erection was gripped tightly in his hand. He stroked himself. He dared to wonder if he could go so far as to fuck his sleeping mother. Not right now, though. He wasn't yet brave enough, but also he was like a small child allowed free reign in a sweet shop. He didn't know what to try next. Carefully getting up he decided to take her hand and place it on his cock. He was more brazen than usual and lifted her hand and placed it around his shaft. To his delight she seemed to grip it firmly and begin to stroke it. He reached around and played with her pussy his fingers tracing her labia through the taught material. She seemed to moan and roll her hips and press in to him. Billy was in heaven. His unconscious, dreaming mother was playing with him and encouraging him to play with her. He found himself wishing she took a pill every night.
Of course the deceit ran two ways. Billy thought his mother was sleeping heavily and dreaming, and Hester was now pretending to be asleep so she could subtly encourage Billy. There was no other pretence on her part. Hester was now honest with herself. She wanted him. She wanted her son to ravish her. She wanted his cock inside her. But she didn't know how to reveal her desire to him. She was afraid that she would seem a bad mother. Billy wanted her, of course, but would her wanting him scare him? Would she seem like a slut and so disgust him. It seemed the safest thing to do was to keep up the charade that she was in a drug induced sleep. How could she encourage him without being obvious? Could she make him fuck her?
Billy's fingers found the edge of her panties. Gently he wriggled them inside. He could feel the matt of soft pubic hair, he could feel the heat of her inflamed vulva. He pressed in further. Suddenly he felt the fold of flesh that was her labia. It was slick and hot. He wanted to press his fingers inside, but he was afraid. Hester could feel his fingers edging to her vulva. Christ she wanted him to just finger her. She held his cock in her fist, willing him on. But he stopped just short of her opening. She almost cried out in frustration. She subtly moved her hips to send him closer. His fingers gently tugged her pussy lips and they opened just the smallest amount underneath the snug panties. She could feel her wetness. She knew that if he pushed just a little he could finger her deeply. She wondered if he knew how; if he had ever fingered a woman. She thought of Kira's expert touch and how that had brought her swiftly to orgasm. She wanted Billy to do the same.
