Work often could be stressful, so Leslie began having a stiff drink to relax at home. This, combined with a glass of wine at supper, usually left her feeling mellow, until bedtime. Then she lay at the mercy of memories. The bad ones pained her; the good ones now felt poignant. She was flooded and swept away by her stream-of-consciousness.
She got an appointment with her doctor, who prescribed a sedative. On a warm Saturday in June, she donned a pair of shorts that fit very well and a halter top to do some gardening. Her sons shared mowing the lawn. Their hormones were raging. Danny noticed how well his mother's shorts molded her plump ass while she knelt to pull weeds. Mowing in another direction, he noticed how far the shorts hiked up her beautiful thighs.
He stopped pushing the mower, pulled out his phone and took rear and a side views of her. He mowed around for a front view photo. Her big breasts were almost spilling out of the halter! Then, he handed off the mower to Eddie. He went inside to his computer and uploaded the photos to display on its 27" monitor. He got a hardon. What was wrong with him? Led by his penis, which demanded release, he extricated it. He stroked while he viewed large photos of his mother's ass, legs and tits. These were the words in his mind as she unknowingly helped him to achieve the most exciting orgasm of his life!
Sated for the moment, he felt guilt and shame. He vowed never to ogle his mother, photograph her body, or masturbate about her again. It's wonderful how reasonable a guy can be, after his lust is temporarily satisfied. He wondered if his brother had ogled her, too.
The following week, Leslie returned late from working hard on a backlog. It was 7 p.m., past time to make supper, so she kept her dress on, which had a floral print, had a neckline that would show cleavage if viewed from above, and a hem about four inches above her knees.
She made spaghetti and downed two glasses of wine. Still in her dress, she made a strong drink and sat on the soft couch to watch TV. Danny noticed her dress ride up halfway up her beautiful bare thighs. He sat in a recliner and tried to read. About half an hour later, Leslie rose and made another drink.
"Just for good measure and then off to bed! I'm tired!"
She finished that drink at about 9:30 and then went into the bathroom to remove her makeup. Then she took a sleeping pill ("For good measure"), and undressed. Wearing clothes that became her did boost her morale, so she decided that sexy negligees would help even more. Leaving the door to her bedroom halfway open, she slid between the sheets enjoying the feel of them on her mostly naked body.
Eddie was in his room. Danny had glimpsed their mother scooting tween bed and bath in bra and panties partly covered by a loose dressing gown. His senses had become keenly attuned to her movements and attire. He peeked into her bedroom in time to see her hold up a transparent shortie negligee, place it on the bed and then remove her bra and panties!
He felt as if he'd hit the jackpot on a video game machine! God, what a beauty she was, with her creamy thighs, big tits, plump, firm ass, and bare cunt! He hadn't expected that she shaved her pussy. He'd seen pictures and videos of women unshaved and shaved. Their pubic hair looked pretty and kept their cunts secret. The women with shaved cunts looked more naked.
He watched her big tits sway as she put the black negligee on. It covered only about half of each breast and went just below her cunt, but that was academic: he could see her tits with rosy aureoles and erect nipples; and the fabric was just a window to her cunt! His cock was straining to be freed; it was almost painfully stiff. He backed away until she was in bed. He knew she wore a sleep mask.
He went to his room and stripped to his boxer shorts. He got his penlight flashlight. After waiting and stroking his cock for about twenty minutes. He checked that Eddy was in bed and crept to his mother's bedroom. His cock was still hard as he entered. He heard her breathing in deep sleep. He pulled the sheet down slowly to uncover her thrilling body, ready to bolt if she stirred.
Lying on her back with her tits and cunt exposed to him, she looked incredibly exciting! Holding his pencil beam in his left hand, he reached to caress lightly her lower legs. She did not stir. He caressed his way up her thighs, the tops, the outsides and the softer insides. She took a deep breath, sighed and parted her legs a few inches. He had to get his hands on those tits!
Holding the flashlight in his mouth, he gently cupped them, lightly caressed them and brushed her nipples, which grew erect for him! He gently squeezed them, and she moaned and moved her legs several inches apart. He removed his shorts and carefully got onto the bed. Fortunately, it had an extra firm mattress. He caressed her thighs up to her mound. He touched his middle finger to her cunt. He pried her inner labia open, found her clitoris and rubbed it.
Leslie moaned and opened her legs wider. She was having a wonderfully erotic dream! Danny penetrated her cunt and began finger-fucking her. She spread her legs further and slightly lifted her hips several times. He felt her cunt moistening. Her legs were spread enough for him to kneel between them. The smell of her sex was intoxicating! He bent and tasted her cunt.
What the hell was he doing? Led again by his cock, he shoved that thought to the back of his mind. He had never felt such a thrill as the head of his cock touching the inner lips of his mother's cunt! She moaned again and lifted her hips slightly in encouragement! He forged ahead and penetrated her wet, warmly welcoming entrance! She sighed and seemed to murmur, "More!" and bent her knees.
He gave her a tentative thrust, seeking the right angle. She shifted for his access. He fucked his cock halfway up her and stopped. This was insane! What if she awoke now and tore off her sleep mask? Her cunt seemed expectant, so he shoved his cock all of the way up, giving himself such a thrill that his cock convulsed and began pumping his sperm into his mother! His heart was pounding, almost bursting from his chest as he possessed her!
As usual, after his orgasm, a man returns to his senses. Danny got off the bed, covered his mother with the bedsheet, and fled like a thief in the night.
Leslie had never had so erotic a dream: the cock fucking her, his orgasm and her own felt real! She wanted it to go on and on. In the morning, she lay languorously abed. She didn't often remember dreams, but this was so much better than real life! Her pussy even felt wet! She removed her mask and touched her pussy. It was very wet! She sat up to look and saw sperm oozing out of her!
Could a stranger have invaded her home and raped her? Since it was a Saturday, she didn't have to go to work. She got up, feeling sperm leak down the insides of her thighs. She took a shower before breakfast after telling the boys to fend for themselves, which meant cereal.
She had an unthinkable suspicion but no clues. When the boys went outdoors, she went to Danny's room to check his computer. Luckily, he had turned it on, so it was just in sleep mode. She moved the mouse and the wallpaper appeared. She clicked on the Start button to check a list of recent files & chose photo files. A big rearview photo of her on her hands and knees appeared! She found another, a side view. Perhaps worst of all was the front view of her breasts nearly spilling out of her halter!
Her own son had taken sexy photos of her. Then he fucked her, raped her, committed incest with her while she slept! That thrillingly erotic dream was produced by incest with her son! What had she done to deserve this? Had she isolated herself and her sons from others and a wider variety of socialization? Had she over-compensated for the departure of their father by devoting too much attention to her sons and making their family too insular?
She felt guilty about enjoying the sex so much, albeit while she was asleep. Now her body and mind craved more sex that was thrilling and fulfilling. How could she confront her son? How would Eddie react? Would this destroy her family? How should she behave with her sons? Should she revert to sweatsuits and other garments that would conceal her figure, her body that inflamed her son with lust? Danny would get the message, but Eddie would wonder why she had retreated into a shell.
She put on shorts and a halter top to garden and test Danny's resistance to temptation. She did not catch him ogling her. Perhaps, he was relieved to have gotten away once with fucking her.
After washing up, she found herself choosing a pretty sundress that left her arms bare and had a neckline that displayed the merest hint of cleavage. She would try to behave normally. At supper, Eddie was his usual, cheerful self, joking and laughing. Danny was subdued and seemed abstracted in thoughts. He seldom met her eyes and she seldom looked at him or spoke to him. She again drank two glasses of wine.
After helping her wash dishes, the boys left to play Frisbee golf in the park. She made a strong drink and sat in her recliner to read. She went to Danny's room and awakened his computer by guessing that the year of his birth was his password. She checked his browser's History and found a link with MILF in the title. She wasn't sure what MILF meant.
She googled the word, Mother I'd Like to Fuck! She clicked a recent history link to LitErotica, and found a story in the category, Incest, which involved a son seducing his mother into sex! Another told of a mother seducing her son. Becoming aroused, she couldn't stop reading each story to the end.
She checked browser Favorites and found a folder entitled Sex. A link took her to a video. Watching a middle-aged woman, as a mother sucking the cock of a man young enough to be her son dramatized what her son had done to her last night! Her nipples became engorged, so she rubbed them and squeezed her breasts. Her pussy was moistening. She finally shook off the erotic spell and returned to the living room.
She made a strong drink, settled into her recliner and searched online for a movie to stream and ended up watching an erotic one. She was inflamed with guilt and desire. Her sons returned at about 9. She turned off the movie and had another strong drink at about 9:30. The boys joined her and seemed to try not to look at how much of her bare thighs the dress revealed while she sat. Each time she bent down to the coffee table for her drink, she remembered too late when she felt her large, heavy breasts move into view.
At about ten, they went to their rooms, probably to surf on their computers. Was Eddie surfing for sex websites, too? She got ready for bed, which used to be later on a Saturday night. She would need a sleeping pill again to overcome her raging emotions. Naked in her bedroom, with the door slightly ajar, as it normally would be, she examined the black nightie with dried sperm on it. She chose another brief, light blue negligee that was nearly as transparent as the black one. Again, she chose not to put her panties back on.
