With trembling fingers, Mark slowly unfastened the buttons of Karen's blouse and exposed the white slip beneath. Her head was down, as though she was watching what he was doing but he knew that she had her eyes tightly shut, whether in anticipation or because she was as nervous as he was. With the buttons undone, he pulled the blouse from her skirt as she unfastened the cuffs and allowed him to ease it from her shoulders before tossing it to one side. He felt her trembling slightly as he pushed the thin silky straps down her arms and allowed the slip to drop to her waist, noticing that she shivered as he glanced down at the white functional bra she wore. There was truly little cleavage to see, her small breasts fully encased by the cotton material were rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
Stepping in close, he removed her glasses, putting them carefully on the coffee table and making sure he left no smudges on the lens, something that would always annoy her. Karen looked different, it was only occasionally that he saw her without glasses, from his memory, he couldn't remember a time when she hadn't worn them. Raising her face towards his, she still had her eyes shut as though she feared what would happen next, his lips approaching hers and then kissing her. Momentarily, there was no reaction and then slowly she began to return the kiss as their mouths pressed together. He fumbled with her bra, in the films, it looked so easy, but at that moment, it refused to come undone.
'Here, let me,' Karen whispered as her hands reached behind her back and unfastened the garment but still left it in place.
Coming together once more they kissed again as he eased the bra away from her breasts and cast it after the blouse. Cupping the small soft fleshy orb, he felt her excited nipple pushing into the palm of his hand and heard the low growl in her throat as she purred her pleasure. It was as though he had flicked a switch, her hand suddenly sliding between them as she caressed the front of his pants and the thickening shaft beneath. Mark wanted to feel her tit's pushing against his bare chest, as hastily he unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it free and threw it to one side. Her hands were undoing his belt and then as the zip of his pants slid down, she thrust her hand inside and grasped his shaft. It throbbed with an intensity so great that it was like a dull ache, only satisfied as she pulled the skin-tight.
Mark wanted her so badly, hoping that she was feeling the same as she stepped backed and now looked at him in earnest.
'Get undressed,' she managed, in between quick intakes of breath, beginning to remove her skirt and tights as she kicked her heels across the room.
Mark experienced the strangest of sensations initially, he couldn't remember the last time she had seen him naked, but he did not hesitate as he dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles before removing them along with his socks. As he stood upright once more, his erection pointed towards her and twitched, causing her to gasp, her eyes now riveted on his member. Their eyes devoured each other as he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately; at the same time feeling her belly and mound grinding against his shaft. Suddenly he was at a bit of a loss, he had never expected this to happen; did they do it here in the lounge. It was still warm in the room but as this was their first encounter, did he simply throw her to the floor or take her on the couch, neither option appealed to him as he suddenly picked her up. She giggled as he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom before thankfully depositing her on the bed and joining her there.
Mark was nineteen, and for some unknown reason, over the last twelve months, he had suddenly developed an attraction towards his mother. He couldn't explain how or why it had started, it just seemed that one day he saw her as his mum and the next, he was looking at her as a woman, He had pushed it from his mind, ridiculing himself for thinking like that, it was unnatural. It wasn't just that he had noticed her legs or her figure, it was the perverse way his mind was conjuring up images of the two of them copulating. He never mentioned it to her or to anyone else for that matter, but over time, he came to realise that his interaction with his mum was changing subtly.
There had been an invite to her sister's birthday bash, she had been excited, he not so much so, but he had made the effort. The event was the normal sort of affair, friends and family there who they both knew as he bought them drinks before disappearing into the crowd. He had returned to her frequently, replenishing their drinks before disappearing again as he danced and chatted with other women in attendance, speaking with their menfolk and other friends about college and football. As he consumed one drink after another, he began to enjoy himself, feeling a little light-headed as he headed back to Karen, dragging her onto the dance floor as he twirled her around to the music. She was giddy by now and as the evening progressed, they sought each other out, always returning to the floor for one more dance before parting again.
It was towards the end of the evening, the room now dark and hot with sweaty bodies as disco lights flashed across the ceiling and walls. This time it was Karen who had dragged him onto the floor, they were both drunk and as the music suddenly changed to a slower tempo, she had pulled him in close as they gyrated together. Sober, he would have been embarrassed, drunk, it only registered a little too late, unfortunately, that as their hips pushed against each other he had a raging hard-on. There was no way she could miss it and must have been patently obvious what was pressing against her belly. Karen made no move to extract herself as one slow dance became another, the usual fare at the end of a party. She had said something at one point, but the music was far too loud and when he inquired what she had uttered, Karen had just shaken her head.
At the end of the night, she decided to walk home, 'It will help sober me up,' she told him, and he had joined her as together they had staggered along. She was correct, the cooler air and the walk made him feel better.
With half the journey completed she had suddenly sprung it on him. 'What caused your...... er...... sudden reaction?' She had nodded towards his groin, trying to make light of it and teasing him without her enquiry sounding serious He had tried to plead ignorance, but she had persisted. There had to be a reason for what she had felt down below she told him.
'Was your old mum turning you on?'
Mark went red in the face, stuttering, and stammering as he tried to get words out, feeling like an idiot as he gabbled.
'I'm so sorry......too much to drink...... smell of your perfume and with you pressed against me. Forgot myself...... should never have happened...... you just felt...... you know!'
It had made her laugh for a moment and made him feel embarrassed, there was no way he could tell her how far his fantasies had progressed and what he would have really liked to have been doing with her. Karen though seemed to sense the thoughts in his head as she suddenly stopped, grabbed his arm, and spun him around. She seemed a little alarmed as she cautiously asked, 'Mark? We are joking about this, aren't we? I was only kidding when I asked if I was turning you on. Is that what was happening? Me?'
He knew what she was asking but found it impossible to answer as he imperceptibly shrugged his shoulders. Karen was stunned, unable to say anything initially as she tried to take on board the implications of what she was imagining. As she set off walking again, he had caught her up, but at the same time kept his distance as they completed the rest of the journey in silence.
Indoors she had turned on him again, asking further questions. 'Right, I'm being serious. Was this just tonight...... or longer? I don't want to use the words...... but are you thinking about me in that kind of way?'
