Part 1
They lived in a modest bungalow. Finding it sometimes a bit cramped for the two of them, but it was all she could afford when he was born. Her son, who she loved more than life itself, had grown to a fine young man. He was to follow her next year into the faculty of engineering. Kevin was the one man she found acceptable in life having tried and failed many times. His own father was an example. Jacqueline had bedded him when she graduated from university, but soon found him unfit to live a life with. Although she already knew she was pregnant, Jackie didn't tell him he was to be a father when she eased him from her life; choosing the tough road of raising her baby on her own. She was happy she had. Extremely proud of the fine man she had produced although she admitted his father's genetic inheritance had contributed to his good looks and excellent physique. Jackie's own beauty had added a certain sensuousness to him his father had lacked.
Although she loved the feeling of a man's hardness inside her, she finally stopped dating not wanting to invest in the emotional upheaval, which came with each new attempt. Her one consolation was her twin sister Jillian, who now married, lived across the country, she in the east, herself in the west. Jillian came twice a year enduring the five-hour plane ride to be with her. When they were together, they referred to themselves as Jack and Jill going back to their parents' sense of humor when they were named. Each time she visited they spent long hours in bed with each other. The two doors to her bedroom locked so her son wouldn't accidentally walk in on them. They had begun exploring their bodies young and simply had never stopped. Neither had ever touched another woman and felt they were neither lesbian nor bisexual. They felt they were simply twins, communicating with each other.
Jackie loved the neighborhood were she lived so instead of moving she had renovated the house as her career grew more successful, spending considerable money on the kitchen and bathroom. The kitchen was a cook's delight. The bathroom was a hedonistic dream for those who enjoyed the sensuality of soap and warm water. Jackie had the third bedroom torn out to allow the expansion with a large three-person tub, complete with all the pumps and jets one could wish for. In the other corner a huge shower, which had two showerheads she could stand between. She had adjusted one so it sprayed on her bottom while the other made her breasts tingle; sending exotic feeling to her genitals, when she adjusted the settings of the spray. There was a small bench in the corner. When her knees became too weak to support her she often sat there finishing herself. Jackie had installed the most expensive plate glass door and wall to the front of the shower liking the opulence of the look. She had a door installed between her bedroom and the bath which could be locked from either side instructing her son to unlock it from his side when he left the bathroom.
Kevin loved his mom, but he was sure she didn't know how much or the manifestations of his love. He often went to the clothes hamper in the bathroom to find a pair of her soiled panties. He didn't consider them soiled. He felt they were redolent in her elixir and enjoyed smelling and tasting the crotch. His arousal assured by her taste. He was a virgin at eighteen which annoyed him, but he had been unable to find someone who enflamed his sexual imagination as much as his mum. Kevin had learned on the internet how men and woman seemed to love oral sex finding he had indeed enjoyed his mother's flavor, savoring her aroma as he stoked himself to orgasm. Since he did not want to be caught his most erotic moments were in the bathroom thinking of his mom's bodacious sumptuous body. He had seen it many times clad only in bra and panties, occasionally a thong her sensuous opulence manifested in every undulation of her body, which she paraded with blazon disregard for the salacious spectacle she so wantonly exposed. The taboos in the household were of nudity only. He consequently was often only in his briefs.
What he didn't know was his mother loved and coveted his body as well, often promising herself she wouldn't touch him until he made the first suggestive advance. Jackie often sexually gratified herself in the shower conceiving of many unladylike concepts of her son as her fingers danced in her sex. She had intemperate desires for him, which she wished to indulge with wholehearted fervency, but knew the taboos society imposed. She reclined on her bench legs spread stimulating her clitoris that in turn caused her hormone-enriched blood to race through her veins firing her sexuality until her cunt screamed for instant fruition spewing her spanking fingers with her lubricity. Her fingers brought the massive orgasmic shudders to her body as she was released momentarily from the lascivious desires which threatened to overwhelm her in cardnalism. She would dream her son would make the first decadently indecent move which would allow her to shamelessly break the taboo. Jackie felt it was up to him to decide whether the taboo applied in their case. A parent should not molest a child even though the child was now a man with a gorgeous body.
One day Jackie came home early from work wanting to indulge herself in her favorite pastime. She slowly stripped her concupiscent body in front of the full-length mirror. She was proud of her breasts slightly pendulant with size, but also with age she had to admit. Still she felt they would kindle the bodily appetite of any man. She pulled down her scanty thong, filling the room with her rich redolent highly aroused sexual scent, as again she admired herself. Her pubic thatch covered her mound with a thick luxuriant growth which slightly hid the swollen lips of her lubricous furnace. Jackie went to the bathroom. In her haste to be in the shower to frig herself forgot to lock the door to the hallway. She stood in the shower soaping her now extremely lusty sex, dreaming of her son's body pressed lasciviously against her. She could imagine her breasts mashed against his hard chest the areolas and nipples sending streams of messages to her brain of her need, her pubes salaciously rubbing against a muscular thigh. The hint of turgid penis against her; it throbbed against her body. Oh, she wanted him.