Carol woke up late the next morning. Her husband and son had left the house for work and school and she was alone as the thoughts and images of last nights surprising events filled her sleepy head. Did it really happen? Was it a dream? Her hand traveled down her tight tummy and over the small tuft of soft blond hair above her otherwise cleanly waxed mound then glided along the slit of her pussy and dipped in to find an already ample supply of wetness there. Carol's pussy was more like that of a girl than a mother of an eighteen year old son. It was small and tight with pretty lips on the inside. "Oh my god," She breathed aloud in the quiet room, "Oh my god, what is happening to me?"
With her eyes closed and still half asleep she was able to relive the incredibly exciting feeling of uninhibited abandon that she had been prompted to perform for her son. "Ohhh fuuuck." She whispered in disbelief as her other hand squeezed at the cone shaped breast that her only son had softly squeezed as she kissed him goodnight. Her puffy pink nipples were drawing tighter and the half inch buds at the tips became more sensitive. Her mind raced with a thousand flashing images, but the most recurring was the sight of her son's huge, veiny, hard dick and the thought that it was she; his own mother that had caused it to swell and erupt before her eyes.
Her orgasm approached rapidly and her release came hard and powerful as she pictured his large, plumb shaped cock head swelling and turning a deeper shade of purple. Rocking in the throes of her climax, she imagined her boy jacking off and cumming into her open mouth as she was being gloriously fucked by her approving husband.
As she started to coming into fuller consciousness and recovered from her orgasm, the feelings of lust and depravity quickly turned to guilt and shame. How could I be thinking such wicked and perverted thoughts about my son? What kind of a person does the things I've done? How will I ever look him in the eye after last night? She left her bed and busied herself getting showered and dressed for the day, but the nagging thoughts stayed with her and even brought her to tears.
Leaving her house to shop for a dress that she would wear to an upcoming cocktail party, Carol felt as if everyone that saw her could tell what she was thinking and what she had done. She was quite beside herself and disturbed when her husband called her cell phone. She blurted out her concerns and shame to her loving, understanding husband who helped very much to quell her pain. "You've spent way too much time dwelling on this alone this morning baby." He comforted, "It's going to be fine, I'll be home early and Mark is going to his buddy's house tonight, so we can have a nice dinner alone and watch a movie."
"Alright honey but I still think that it's..."
"It's going to be just fine; I'll see you in a couple of hours. I love you."
"I love you too." Carol answered, feeling much better. That evening the two lovers had a long talk about what had transpired under their roof. Carol mentioned the part about their son stroking himself on the couch and fondling her breast but couldn't bring herself to divulge the secret that their son had watched them having sex. By the end of the night Carol felt completely safe and happy again and when they made love that night she found that the two of them were even closer than ever.
The next day they talked on the phone several times and when Mark got home from school that evening it was as if nothing had ever happened. The three of them chatted normally over dinner and then Mark retired to his room to do whatever he did in there. As soon as he thought she was ready, James began to bring up the subject of her teasing Mark and relating how much he would like it and how the thought of it made him absolutely crazy. At first she insisted absolutely not, but when Carol fully realized that their little game seemed to have no lasting consequences on their relationship, she began to flirt with the idea and found that deep down inside of her, she wanted it to happen again as much as he and Mark did.
Over the next couple of weeks the topic was brought up again and again. Fueled by reading hot incest stories to each other and discussing them, it became a regular part of their foreplay. James would always ask if Mark had been watching her or whether she had seen him hard again and would listen intent and serious as she described the most innocent things. When Carol would report that his eyes were always following her or that she had noticed a bulge in his pants, James would then question her about how this made her feel. When she confided that she would often get wet under her son's gaze, James would tell her that this turned him on more than anything and prompt her to take it further.
Carol loved the attention she was getting and how hot her husband became when she started to comply with some of his ideas. They both knew that Mark had snooped in their room on a regular basis and they always kept their computer inaccessible by means of a security code for fear of him finding photos or saved literotica stories that were private. Carol had never let her husband take any fully nude pictures of her but just sexy pictures of her in teddies and nylons, although there were some with her rear half covered and some that showed her breasts through thin material.
One evening as the two were relaxing in their room with Mark locked away in his own room, James concocted a plan. "Let's leave something for him to find." James suggested, "Let's leave a slide show on the computer with your sexy pictures as a screen saver and see if he takes the bait."
"What, are you kidding?" Carol's heart raced.
"No, it'll be great, he'll freak out." James pushed.
"I'll have to think about it." Carol feigned her objection.
"Let's take some more right now." James said excitedly grabbing the digital camera.
"I'm a mess, we can't right now." Carol's interest was starting to show with a wry smile.
"Get dolled up baby; this is going to be perfect."
Carol acted reluctant but inside she was thrilled, she wondered how far she would allow herself to go in revealing herself this way. "O.K., what would you like me to wear?" She asked.
"How about your new dress and some black, seamed stockings?"
"Alright, go away and I'll tell you when I'm ready." Carol said, motioning with her hands for him to scoot. Getting totally naked, she sat at her vanity and took it upon herself to apply long false eyelashes as she had done 'that night'. Her short, blonde bob was neat and sexy in the style of Louise Brooks. She chose a dark, eye shadow, which gave her a brooding, sultry look. She was on the verge of doing something very naughty and nasty and it sent shivers up her spine. She was about to pose for her husband, doing god knows what, for the express purpose of turning on their teenage son.
"Do you want to fuck your mommy?" Carol said aloud, watching her reflection in the mirror as she applied her red lipstick. Carol's tummy was full of butterflies as she donned her black, seamed stockings and three inch, ankle strap heels. The excitement of preparing herself while her boy was in the next room was delicious. Mark's decadent, horny mother rose and headed towards the wall that separated their bedrooms. Quietly she placed her ear against the cool surface of the wall and listened intently, hoping possibly to hear the muffled sounds of his fevered breathing as he masturbated. She spread her legs and felt the dampness of her parted labia. Her nipples grazed the cold, bumpy surface of the wall and tingled with sensation. "Fuck yourself for mommy, baby, stroke that long, hard dick for your mommy." Carol whispered as she imagined him doing it. Little did she know that on the other side of the wall, her son was doing just that.
Mark was naked and hard. His ear was against his wall as he listened for the sounds of his parent's fucking, or to be more precise, the sound of his mother as they fucked. Six inches of wood and plaster separated mother and son's cheeks as they masturbated and lusted for each other. Their muscular bodies were flexed and aroused as their hands manipulated the most sensitive parts of their sex. Carol thought she could hear him breathing and the slurping sound of his fist lubricated with pre-cum as fucked it. She closed her eyes and wondered if it was just her overactive imagination. She slid two fingers easily into her tender, wet pussy and began to move them noisily so that he might hear the sloshing sound of her cunt. "Unngg, God I'm horny." She said loudly. Mark heard this distinctly and mouthed the words "Oh fuck," as he quickened the furious pace of hand on rod. He looked down at his raging erection which stood out from his body a solid nine inches. He squeezed the bulbous head at the base causing a warm trickle of clear fluid to seep from the tip. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and tasted his pre-cum. Carol continued to finger herself as she strained to hear anything. Suddenly the moment was interrupted by a tap on the door.
"Are you ready yet?" James queried through the door.
"Almost honey, just a minute." Carol quickly left the wall and sucked the drippings from her fingers, then headed to the dresser to find a tiny G-string and pulled it up her sweet legs until it was snug against her glistening cunt. She then headed for the closet and grabbed her new dress. It was a silver metallic of a very fine, soft weave, very low cut front and backless to just below the waist. She slipped into the dress and fastened the thin clasp that attached behind her neck. The soft material clung to her breasts, showing their full outline. Her dress flared slightly at the waist and had a thin layer of silver weave that scalloped just above her pretty knees.
