False Colors
[Author's note: all characters over the age of 18]
Lindsey gasped as she walked into the living room of her house to see her son Grant naked, pulling on his (sizable) cock, in her living room in the middle of the afternoon. Lindsey had come home early that day after having a cancellation at the office and had assumed Grant had gone out or taken a nap when she called out and not received an answer while walking in her front door moments ago.
After a long moment where he didn't react to her presence, Lindsey realized her son's eyes were closed and he had air pods in, blissfully cut off from the world as he rubbed one out in front of his own mother.
Grant's cock quickly drew her attention: it was bigger. Bigger than her ex-husband's. Bigger than most of her college boyfriends and lovers. Lindsey couldn't help imagining out the warm piece of flesh would feel violating her most intimate places. Part of her wanted to stride up to him that very moment, get on her knees, and swallow the whole thing in her mouth before he had a chance to react.
She thought better of it though and quietly retreated back out of the house. This time, she made a show of slamming the door both opening and closing, hearing Grant's startled reaction in the distance and smirking to herself.
"Hey, I'm home!" she shouted, much louder this time, "Grant, honey, are you home?"
"Uh, yeah Mom," he yelled back, "I'm just, uh, in my room changing real quick. Just finished, uh, working out."
Oh I bet you did
she thought, "Come say hi."
"Oh, I'm not decent," he replied, "Give me a minute."
Lindsey chuckled to herself. Part of her wanted to keep teasing her son, but he seemed embarrassed enough as it was.
Of course, how much more embarrassed would he be if he knew his own mother had seen him stroking his cock just minutes before? Lindsey couldn't stop thinking about it as she made her way to her own room to change. She had to pass Grant's room to get to hers, and was a little disappointed to see the door shut tight as she walked by. By now Grant's equipment was probably secured away behind a tight pair of boxer briefs and shorts. Unless...no, he wouldn't be so bold...unless he had run to his room, locked his door, and just kept stroking. Was his fist furiously flying up and down his length even as she made her way to her own room. She went to shut her own door, then thought better of it, leaving it slightly ajar.
She knew shouldn't encourage such behavior--a boy can't just masturbate whenever he wanted all day, after all--and teasing her own child sexually was beyond the pale for any mother, but the thought that Grant's fist could be covered with his own hot cum at the very moment she was shrugging off her blazer and unbuttoning her blouse just got her so excited.
It wasn't like Lindsey was starved for sex. She had been no virgin when she married her husband and she kept a steady stream of affairs both before and after her marriage dissolved. Her ex had even known and encouraged several of the women she brought home, something that turned out to be a mistake when he ran off with a particularly nubile coworker she had brought them both to play with after a very festive holiday party.
No, on the contrary, Lindsey was so oversexed it was almost cartoonish. It was all self-confidence too: she had no work done and her age was definitely showing, but she exercised and took care of herself, her big ass and thighs drawing in men and women both.
Her own son though. She'd obviously never considered Grant as a possible lover. It was disgusting, wasn't it? Incest. Of course she knew the word. In a way, the kink was inescapable. She remembered being barely eighteen and calling boys only a few years older than her "Daddy." She laughed about it. These men had basically been children themselves, little older than Grant was now.
Grant. Her thoughts kept going back to Grant. Which was bad, as she was now in her stockings and panties, dropping her bra on her bed, thinking about her son. Rubbing her tits, thinking about her little boy sucking at them, only now he was a man. A man with a beautiful cock.
It was getting to be too much. She pushed aside the crotch of her panties and fell back on her bed, rubbing her clit, sighing as the thought of Grant's naked body filled her mind and made her so very wet.
Oh this is so bad s
he thought.
"Grant, baby," she moaned as she felt her climax quickly coming on, "Fuck me baby, fuuuucck meee."
Lindsey shuttered as she came to the thought of her own son. On her back, trying to catch her breath, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She realized she had never shut her bedroom door, giving anyone a clear view of her naked in just her stockings, long fingers dancing between her pussy lips.
Had it just been an illusion? Something she imagined? Had Grant heard his name and caught her pleasuring herself to the thought of him, her own son?
I guess that makes us even
, she thought, chuckling at her poor baby's further embarrassment. Grant had always been very understanding about his mother's carnal nature. Not that she had even rubbed in it his face, obviously. He definitely didn't know about the group sex she'd had with his father and others, and definitely nothing about her fairly regular bisexual moments, but there was no denying his mother was clearly a very sexual woman. Well-dressed, fit, with a string of boyfriends, and--with their rooms so close--he must have heard
things
over the years.
Could that be a possibility? Was Grant not only masturbating in her house, but to the thought of his own mother? Again, the very thought should have been disgusting, but somehow she found it enticing. As much as she'd pushed the envelope in so many other ways--Lindsey balked at the thought of her own mother knowing a fraction of the carnal activities she'd gotten up to, especially in her youth--but what about this taboo? Incest. A common fantasy and one of the most consequential to break. She could go to jail. Her friends and family would break contact with her. Society would forever remember her as something vile: a woman who gave all of herself to her own flesh and blood. Her own son.
Just the thought of it was making her so hot that she was already wet and ready to masturbate again.
Lindsey quickly stripped off and headed for the shower. Usually she'd wrap a towel around herself, but instead she just glanced out her bedroom door and confidently strode down the hall to the bathroom she shared with her son.
Just as she thought she'd made it--a little disappointed to be showing off with no one to see--the door to Grant's room swung open. He was dressed now, t-shirt and jeans, as he caught his nude mother standing right outside the bathroom door.
"Hi, baby," Lindsey said. She made the salutation breathier than usual, her eyes half-lidded, really laying it on thick. All the things she would be doing to someone she was trying to fuck. She was laying it on so thick that she almost made herself laugh. If this were any normal man, it would have been utterly ridiculous, playacting before the inevitable sex.
But this was her son: the inevitable sex would have been impossible, a taboo breaking infraction to nature. Even letting him see her like this, naked and vulnerable, was taboo. She had no doubt the sight would make him hard. What kind of mother would do that? Make her son hard on purpose? Tease her own child with the possibility of sex?
God, I am such a slut
she thought.
After standing there, both of them frozen, for what felt like a long time, Lindsey smiled at her boy and quickly slipped into the bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded.
Safe behind the closed door, Lindsey's fingers quickly found her clit again. She was drenched, rubbing herself and moaning for the second time in minutes. She couldn't remember the last time one person had made her this uncontrollably horny. She wondered if he was outside right now, listening to her pleasure herself. She hoped he was. That he was brazen enough to pull out his cock and stroke just outside the very door she was leaning against, a splash of cum against the door as he listened to her making herself climax. She shivered as another orgasm hit her.
Pulling herself together, Lindsey turned on the shower and set about washing herself.
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After she had cleaned off -- interrupted by another impromptu masturbation session mid-shower -- Lindsey remembered she didn't have a bath towel waiting and would have to walk back to her room naked again.
It was only then that a thought occurred to her: if she wasn't careful, her teasing could push Grant over the edge. They had seen each other naked -- at separate times -- now, and she had no doubt her son had the same appetites as other young men. The thought of her own son raping her in a fit of lust would have been totally alien to her just hours ago, but so would her own thoughts of incestuous sex. Lindsey had always been a bit of tease and while she always tried to be the one in control, she had become a victim of rape more than once in the past. Her ex-husband had drunkly forced her in all her holes with the help of his new young girlfriend not long before they separated. Her body had enjoyed it, but the feeling of powerlessness and humiliation had been final nail in the coffin of their marriage. Grant was nothing like his father, but if he snapped and tried to fuck her now, she didn't know that she could forgive him or herself. Even as she came to terms with wanting his body, she knew she had to stay in command of the situation, that incest had to be her choice as a mother.
I just wish Grant raping me wasn
'
t making me so wet Lindsey groaned as she signed a cross over her chest and peeked out into the hallway. Grant's bedroom door was open, but that couldn't be helped. Ready to dash out to her room, Lindsey noticed something against the bathroom door: a fresh, fluffy towel.
Her heart almost exploded in her chest. While normally she'd find the act absolutely sweet, in light of her new desires, the love she felt almost brought tears to her eyes. Grant had seen her naked and his first thought was to bring her a towel. He didn't even make a show of it, just dropped it by the door where she couldn't miss it. She suddenly felt bad she had even entertained the notion her sweet boy could think of forcing her.
She could have gone to Grant's room, embraced him in a big hug, and probably fucked him right then.
Instead, she pulled the towel to her chest -- hugging the big fluffiness, leaving her ass and crotch exposed -- and almost skipped to her room like a young girl in love.
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Grant's sweet little act had unknowingly set off a major chain events. Unknown to him, but an object of intense focus and obsession for his very horny mother. Lindsey laughed at the thought Grant was somehow seducing her better than any man she'd ever been with and was likely completely unaware. If he was aware, he was probably completely confused and maybe a little shocked by the small glimpses at his mother's cavalier sexual acts, unsuspecting that the woman that gave birth to him was now determined to seduce and fuck him before the night was over.
