This is a 'mature' story finished by incest, okay?
*
Anna knew she was getting weaker, her resolve slipping away like water going over a fall. She had never been the strongest of people, she had nearly always done what other people had wanted, even when growing up she would defer to friends and family. She wasn't a doormat in any way, but her persona led her to being the person she was, and really now, at the age of 39, nearly 40 she was under an almost invisible attack that was weakening her resolve like never before.
Anna attracted people to her like moths to a flame, her opinion was always sought, she had lots of real and good friends, she could and did chat to anyone and easily, she was never lost for words, and everyone loved her. Events took place in her home all the time, there were always people around, BBQs, parties, something happening. Her home had its own open door policy.
It wasn't unusual for anyone of her friends, her husband's friends and her son's friends to walk in, plonk themselves down at her kitchen table and make themselves at home. She would feed and water any passing buddy. She wasn't put upon, she would find parcels of this that and the other left as a sort of payment, be it food and drink, if it wasn't used there and then, it would find a way out on a Saturday night, a Sunday BBQ, mid week you name it, it got used eventually. They were also regularly treated and taken out for lunches and the like.
Alan and his best mate were always around; in fact she would often say that his pal was there more than he was. And this was her problem, as he had grown up into the fine young man he now was, as had her son Alan. He was hitting on her and she was finding it harder and harder to resist it, and him. Pete had something on her, not blackmail, but he could pull her strings, make eye contact with her that only she knew what it meant, a way of smiling that said, 'I want you, I'm desperate for you, you are a gorgeous sexy woman Anna.'
Some times he got to touch her, it made her feel hot, his presence was enticing her into a hole she was finding increasingly difficult to climb out of. And on top of that, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He had her number! Even with others there he found ways to innocently be close to her, just in passing, sitting, or chatting.
Anna knew it was happening, she also knew no one else did, especially her husband and son. Every thing that happened in their house was viewed but meant nothing to them. But to Anna it was becoming everything. What she could do about it, what should she do about it, how could she tackle the problem? There was no way she could it seemed, because she couldn't even define it herself.
Anna looked at herself in her hallway mirror, her son and Pete were upstairs on a game thing on his computer, she had taken them sandwiches and drink. Pete had caressed her hand when taking them from her and she had blushed, it made her feel the fire. The flush in her cheeks were still there as she peered at herself, had Alan seen it? If he had he hadn't made it apparent, he had hardly even looked at her.
She gave herself the once over, she was still hot to look at, still had the look, she still had it! She could still draw looks from all sexes, and she was decidedly happy she could and did. She was a woman after all, and women needed to be appreciated and Anna was no different from any other woman.
Her dark brown hair was still soft, thick and luxuriant, just above her slim shoulders, it shrouded her beautiful full lipped face, her high cheek bones highlighted her deep dark eyes, where carefully managed eye brows arched gracefully over them, her lashes were long and feline. Her body was in fine shape; she didn't smoke, drank little and worked out.
She could fix a man in place with her gaze, and Pete was no exception, the colour of her pupils, the pure whiteness surrounding them gave her an almost hypnotic gaze, and Pete found it nigh on impossible to break his return stare unless Anna removed hers from him.
In her opinion her tits were her finest asset though many men would disagree, she loved them, they were high and proud, not overly large but large enough, upturned nipples that were dark coloured and itchy at the best of times. But they were super sensitive at their worst. She had a fantastic ass, which is what many men noticed of her, but she wasn't too aware of that and her legs were near perfect. All in all Anna looked upon herself as a lucky woman to be born beautiful the way she had been.
It was then that she realised her nipples were almost barking like a hungry dog at her, they were calling to her for some attention! Her face flushed again when she admitted sullenly to her reflection that she was turned on, and if she had been alone in the house she would have done something about it.
She was wearing a small cotton light brown top, not revealing or tight, but it fitted her body very snugly, a short skirt that finished just above her shapely knees. And at the proud height of 5ft 8" she was standing at nearly 5ft 11" in the heels she was wearing, no stockings or tights, just panties and bra, a little make up completed today's ensemble.
Her husband of 19 years was out, Alan her 18 year old son and pal were upstairs as she walked back into her kitchen. Anna had had a few near misses over the years from male acquaintances of her husband, and even husbands of some of her friends, work colleagues etc, but she had remained faithfully intact.
But now she knew all that was in danger, and in danger from her son's best friend. He had started hitting on her a year ago, it had crept up on her gradually, little nuances, words, touches, looks, smiles, raised eye brows, it was all there. Now she was all too well aware of it, and she didn't or couldn't understand why she liked it. It excited her to know that she knew and felt it. No one else in the whole wide world even suspected it was going on.
Only yesterday he had rubbed his foot up and back down her calf while they were all sat at the table in the kitchen. His foot had left as quickly as it had arrived, and was gone before she had time to react. But she felt her face heat colour and flush, her pussy and nipples cramped. She coughed to hide it as an excuse for something tickling her throat, she smiled all round finally letting her huge eyes rest on Pete for a moment longer than she should have done.
He secretly winked and smiled knowingly back, Anna nearly died; but she knew, and Anna got the message loud and clear. Now here she was standing in her kitchen, wishing she had the courage to unburden herself and provide relief to her aching tits and pussy, but she daren't do anything like that, it would be too embarrassing.
She looked for something to do, she decided to clean out her high level cupboards, as she began there was a commotion from her son's bedroom overhead, then stamping of feet and a sudden rushing and pounding on the stairs. Her son Alan raced into the kitchen and donning a jacket.
"Got to go mom," he said over a disappearing shoulder, she dashed after him asking what was the matter?
"Nothing," he told her and was gone, Anna turned and re-entered her kitchen closing the door behind her, forgetting Pete was still here until he spoke to her.
"Are you okay Mrs J?" Anna was startled for a moment.
"Oh Pete, sorry," she said, "I forgot you were here for a minute, what's happened, where's he gone?"
"He got a call from a girl called Christine," he told her, "he's been chasing her for weeks, and she's just called him and said she wants to see him, she's told him she wants to go out with him."
"Oh," Anna said, feeling a little wave of disappointment. Pete saw the momentary downcast look and stepped to her; he put his arms around her and whispered in her ear.
"Don't look so sad Mrs J," he said softly, "I'm here." Anna didn't see nor realise the danger she was in, the choppy waters she was sailing were about to swamp her life's boat.
Pete had pulled her gently up close, they was toe to toe, body to body, her head was bowed a little, it was then that Anna felt the heat inside her. She was still turned on, and now it had reared its devilish head, the flame flared and burned fiercely in her, and she was about to be devoured by it, it was about to consume her.
He whispered something so softly she didn't hear it; it was to be her downfall. She lifted her beautiful face to ask him what he had said and he kissed her. She was so taken aback that she didn't resist, Anna just stood there in the kiss. He held it for a very long moment, and then she innocently and unknowingly replied and responded to it.
Her hands which were at her side lifted and came to rest on his hips, he adjusted his pose, one arm dropped to just above her ass, the other wound around her shoulder to hold her tight to him. Slightly turning her to his eager young body, she could feel a bulge pressing into her. Anna found her self leaning back a little making it easy for him to complete the dirty deed he was about to enact. The kiss deepened into an unforgiving controlling power she had no defence for.
She knew what was happening, what was going to happen, and there was no gateway for her to walk through, away from her imminent seduction at the hands of this good looking boy. Her eyes fluttered then closed for ever more, her body had more or less given up what fight it had left. She was sliding, slipping, warming, and melting into him. She also knew this was wrong and shouldn't be happening, but it wasn't her call to make. Her whole body had voted for it unanimously.
Anna found herself in her sitting room and being lowered onto her expansive sofa, she had no recollection of getting there, she just was there now! Lips were still locked in an unbreakable kiss, tongues licking, sucking and tussling with the other. Her entire body was on fire, she was super hot and interminably aroused. When his fingers closed over her firm breast and gently squashed a raging nipple she heard her self scream into his mouth.
The moment she had feared, was taking place, had she seen it all before in her mind, she pictured her demise at the hands of her son's best friend. In the back of her mind she had known it would happen given timing and opportunity, she had known somehow that he would get to her some way. It was seemingly unavoidable the moment after he had run his foot up and down her leg the way he had. It was ordained in the stars; her immediate future was upon her right now.
She moaned into his mouth, he moaned into hers, her arms were around him holding him to her, Anna moved against him, letting him know that she was there, in the mix, ready to rock and roll, she wanted nothing more that to experience his love, his touch, his strength of character, his aura, personal being, she wanted it badly. Anna wanted sex pure and simple, it wasn't a case of wanting love, she wanted sex, nothing more nothing less!
Anna was woman; it was in her remit as a woman in need to give into the man, this man, this boy, her man, her boy. To be his lover whoever he was. It was the natural state of the woman she was since time immemorial, to lay back and ready herself for his dominance of her. The mounting of her submissive body by his stronger, and strident body, hers was a body in heat that she had never known or indeed felt, not like this, this was new, unknown, too powerful to reject or resist, or even to enter her mind to do so.
