Author's note: A series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. All are sisters. Each have two stories – first is interracial, second is incest.
This is Stephanie's second story and it takes place a little over a year after her first story. This story also takes place about four months after part 3 of the series. You don't have to read either of those, but to sum it up, Stephanie witnesses an incestuous act with her older sister Diane in part 3. This serves as a catalyst for her own incest story, opening up latent naughty desires.
Former Playmates Pt. 05: Stephanie and Son
Chapter 1
"Hi honey," Stephanie said, stepping out of her bathroom, a large white towel wrapped around her body.
"What are you doing in mommy's bedroom?" She asked. There was no one in the room but her.
"Oopsie," Stephanie undid the towel, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. "Mommy is so very clumsy."
Pretending her son, Dan, was sitting on her bed, watching, she continued playing make believe. "I'll just bend down and pick the towel up, unless you want to take a nice long look at me. I don't mind, honey."
"Mom? You there?" Her daughter, Carrie, called to her, making her way up the stairs. Stephanie gasped, quickly picking up the towel.
"In here!" She said wrapping it around her body.
"Who were you talking to?" Carrie asked, barging into her mother's room.
"Huh? Uh -"
"You called someone 'honey.'"
"Oh, uh, no, I said, bunny," Stephanie lied, her eyes darting from side-to-side.
Carrie raised an eyebrow, looking at her mother suspiciously. "Right. Because you posed in Playboy. Playboy Bunny. Gotcha. Anyway."
Stephanie blushed, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Carrie rolled her eyes, "Listen, I gotta go back to the store and get more groceries for you to take to the cabin tomorrow. Is there anything else you can think of we might need? I don't want to take a chance of being snowed in without enough food for all of us."
"Nope, I think we're good sweetie," Stephanie replied, still embarrassed.
"Alright, well if you think of anything just call or text me. I'll be back later," Carrie said, taking her leave, giving her mother one more look before she left.
Stephanie sighed heavily; her daughter nearly caught her playing pretend. Waiting for the sound of the front door to close, she looked to her right at a pillow where she imagined Dan sitting. "Don't laugh at your mother, young man. I'll give you a spanking."
Stephanie leaned over, pretending to run her hand over Dan's thigh, "Maybe you'd like that. Hmm?"
Just then images from four months earlier popped into her head. She recalled seeing her older sister, Diane, sucking a cock. The cock belonged to Stephanie's nephew, Elliot – Diane's son. Stephanie was a wreck in the few weeks that followed. Unsure of what to think of the incestuous event she secretly witnessed.
As the months passed, she looked at her own son, Dan, differently. She always thought he looked incredible, always thought about flirting playfully with him, but taking inspiration of sorts from Diane, Stephanie couldn't help but think of him as a grown man with sexual needs.
Then the fantasies started. She pretended Dan would join her in a bubble bath, the shower, her bed, holding her from behind, feeling an erection against her back. Then Stephanie rubbed her clit to her fantasies for the first time two months after seeing Diane and Elliot. She never came so hard in her life. The taboo, naughty fantasy sent her over the edge quicker than sex with any man.
She started flirting more and more with her son, purposely trying to make him feel awkward and uncomfortable, pushing boundaries each time. She would sit on his lap, tickle him, when her daughters weren't looking, grab his ass. Christmas at her house was quite entertaining – for her. Dan, on the other hand, seemed visibly annoyed and confused by her behavior. Stephanie told herself she'd never cross the line that Diane and Elliot did.
That changed when she masturbated a week ago with a new Christmas present she bought herself. It was a six inch dildo, fairly modest in girth, nowhere near as insane as her other dildos. Stephanie bought it for the sole purpose of pretending the flesh-colored toy was Dan's penis.
It was much smaller than cocks she had taken in real life, much smaller than her other toys, but that was the point. She didn't care about Dan's size – he was her honey. Christmas Day night, when her son and daughters left her home, pretending Dan stayed behind, she sat the dildo on a pillow, climbed on top, guiding it inside her, nearly climaxing immediately.
Moments later, feeling the orgasm building, she thought about Dan lying under her, smiling up at her. "I'm going to do it! I'm going to cum," she thought. "It's going to happen."
She let herself climax, pretending Dan was inside her, no fingers stimulating her. It felt real, it felt wrong, and it felt amazing. After Stephanie's shaking and convulsing body calmed down, she rolled off the pillow, thinking about her actions. "Would I really do this? Would I really do what Diane did with her son?"
Stephanie had no idea, settling on using the toy to help realize her most naughty of fantasies instead of Dan's real penis.
On this night, before she and Dan left the next morning to spend a few days in their North Dakota cabin for New Year's, Stephanie found herself again, sliding a dildo in and out of her. She was pretending she and Dan were having fun before the rest of the family arrived tomorrow night.
She orgasmed again, just before Carrie got back with groceries. She greeted her daughter, helping her put them away, going over plans for the next day of travel. Dan was picking his mother up in the morning, driving a few hours north to the cabin; Stephanie's daughters would drive up that evening after work.
Stephanie figured she and Dan would have about six hours alone, including time alone in the car. She thought about flirting with him, being affectionate, purposely making him blush. She looked forward to it, but told herself nothing sexual would happen – only in her mind.
She hugged Carrie goodnight, telling her she'd see her tomorrow night. In her room, Stephanie took off her pajamas, climbed in bed, quickly going to sleep pretending Dan was holding her naked body.
Chapter 2
Dan arrived the next morning at 8am, greeted by a braless and panty-less mother. Stephanie hugged him tightly, pressing her large, sweater-covered, breasts against him.
"Ugh, Mom, you're choking me," Dan said. "Can't breathe."
"Sorry," his mother giggled, ending the hug.
"You get a haircut since Christmas?" Dan asked, walking past her.
"Yep, just shortened the back some and trimmed my bangs a little," Stephanie smiled, running her fingers through her blond hair, which now framed her face. "I want to look good for my honey."
"Your honey? What to do mean?" Dan asked, getting groceries Carrie bought out of the refrigerator.
"You!" Stephanie said, slapping Dan's butt.
"Ah! Geez Mom," Dan said, trying to play off her advances. He changed the subject. "This fridge is packed. We should have more than enough if we get snowed in."
Her 27-year-old son finished loading his SUV, going inside to let his mother know, "You ready? Where's your luggage, I'll load it for you."
"Here," Stephanie handing him a small suitcase.
"This is it? Where's the rest? We're going to be there for a few days," Dan said.
"Mmhmm, I'm packing light. It's ok," Stephanie smiled, grabbing her coat, walking out the front door. She only packed toiletry items, a couple sweaters and jeans, and a bikini for the hot tub. No underwear, bras, or pajamas.
Dan shrugged, making his way to his vehicle, while his mother locked her door.
"I'm so excited!" She said, climbing into the passenger seat. "We'll get about six hours of alone time. Just me and you!"
"Yeah," Dan nodded, backing out of her driveway.
"You sound so very excited," Stephanie joked.
"Nah, it'll be cool," Dan nodded, glancing over to her.
"Give me that hand," She demanded, reaching over to grab his right hand, placing it on her thigh, casually caressing it while he drove.
When Dan exited the interstate, a few snowflakes landed on his windshield.
*****
"Doesn't that sound nice?" Stephanie asked. She had been talking on and on about the things she and Dan could do before the rest of the family arrived. She mentioned Dan building a fire and joining her on the couch to sip hot chocolate.
