Alexis Prier seldom took time off work. The 42-year -old paralegal assistant followed a strict daily regimen. Her alarm rang at 6:30 sharp each morning. By 7:15, she was showered, dressed and made up without a hair out of place. She prepared breakfast for the two men in her life, kissed her husband off to work, dropped her 18-year-old son at Rimridge High, and made it to the office promptly by 8:15.
Brady Prier loved his mother and respected her tenaciousness. She was a devoted, caring parent whose demanding schedule had robbed her of numerous birthday parties, sports games, and other such milestones. Brady craved her attention as a child and would anxiously wait up until she tucked him in at night.
Eventually, he aged into adolescence and careened into puberty. After his last birthday, Ms. Prier realized her son was no longer a child. During one exceptionally humid day, she heard him scuffle into the kitchen as she was loading the lower level of the dishwasher. When he didn't say anything, she looked over her shoulder only to catch her son staring wide-eyed at her ass. She was wearing one of her tight, black work skirts, which must have unintentionally hiked up significantly based on his response. Straightening herself and pressing down the creases of the fabric, she opted to ignore incident rather than risk embarrassing her son.
Brady's hormone addled brain was not sympathetic to the fact that Alexis was his mother. He knew it was wrong to fixate on a family member, but she was prettier than most the girls at school and sexier than any of his friend's moms. She always smelled amazing and her glossy pink lipstick looked so inviting, he often jerked off fantasizing how it would look around the head of his cock.
One recent night, he passed her room before bed and his stomach almost flipped. She was in a pink nightie with floss straps rubbing lotion down her thighs. Her radiant skin and shimmering legs hardened his cock on the spot.
Alexis grew concerned of her son's predilection for her after finding a cache of MILF and Incest porn on his computer's search history. She also noticed he refused eye contact in favor of staring directly at her breasts. There were men at work who did the same thing, but she didn't want Brady to turn into some sleazeball. Unfortunately, with work and her husband, there was never an opportune time to broach the uncomfortable topic with her son.
Brady's infatuation grew more aggressive and bolder over time. He liked to sneak up behind his mother in the mornings as she scrambled eggs and hug her from behind, making a point of digging his morning erection into the crevice of her ass. He was a senior now and headed to college in a couple months. No longer a scraggly teenager, but a handsome young man with an athletic build, Brady intended to seduce his mother under his father's nose.
"Morning, Mom. You look really nice today." He'd say kissing the side of her neck and then pulling away before she had the mind to reprimand him.
