All characters are over the age of eighteen.
Lydia woke up with a big smile on her face. Her dreams had been filled with visions of sex. The partners she had envisioned shifted, but her son Kyle was prominent in her fantasies. The last few days had been a blur of activities and though she tried, she never managed much time alone with her son. Each day she'd been electrified by his hungry stares and his wandering hands whenever he could cop a feel.
Her husband Frank even seemed to be affected by the change. More attentive, less gruff, he laughed more and seemed genuinely interested in her company. They'd spent time together as a family watching television, talking and joking about the programs. A pleasant change from days gone by where Frank barked at anyone speaking outside of commercials. The mood in the house was much lighter.
Each night she tried to steal time with Kyle, but she could barely kiss him goodnight before Frank was calling to her. She felt like her husband had a preternatural sense that his wife was being wooed and he was doing his best to combat this unknown suitor. Despite this, Lydia did manage to show her son that what had happened between them was not out of her mind. Each night she hid a pair of her panties beneath his pillow for him to find. In the morning she'd find the pair from two nights back soaked with her son's dried cum. Her soiled underwear was proof that she was not out of his mind.
Three nights after she had watched her son jerk off for her pleasure, she managed a few minutes while Frank was in the shower. As the water cascaded over Frank, she slipped out of her room wearing a peekaboo nightie that laced up in the front. Balled up in her hand were the white satin panties she'd worn during the day, strong with her scent as she'd fingered herself to two orgasms.
She opened her son's door without knocking and found that he was in the middle of stroking himself once more. She marvelled at how often he could perform, but that was the glory of youth! Kyle smiled at her as she tiptoed to the side of his bed and then she was kissing him deeply. She loved the taste of him and explored his mouth ravenously with her tongue.
Lydia broke the kiss and looked down at his body, admiring his smooth chest and flat stomach, but her eyes were quickly drawn to his penis, upright and rigid. Kyle let go of himself as she reached to take him in her hand, his flesh hot to the touch. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she squeezed to feel how hard he had become.
Kyle reached into her night gown and took hold of her breasts, feeling the warm weight of her tit. Lydia clasped her hand over his, urging him to squeeze her. With a groan she began to stroke her son.
"I don't have long baby," she whispered, her voice quivering.
Precum leaked from the flared head and she smeared it along his veiny thickness. Kyle began to hump up at her hand, making her strokes longer and faster. He squeezed her boob tightly and Lydia's pussy flowed with wetness as she sensed her son's impending release. She had watched him do this to himself once, had given him fuel to do it each night since, but this was the first time she had taken hold of him and done it herself. She was shaking with excitement and Kyle was on the precipice of his climax.
"Hurry baby," she urged him. "Come for me, come for mommy."
With a heavy sigh Kyle shot his load, the white sticky mess arcing up in the air and splashing his chest, stomach and her hand. Lydia relaxed her grip, still stroking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, milking the last pearly drops from him. Kyle pulled her down for a kiss, spearing his tongue into his mother's mouth.
"Good night, baby," Lydia whispered when their kiss broke. She got up, found a towel on the floor and wiped her hand clean. Sneaking from his room, she returned to her own.
Frank was lying in bed naked, his arms folded behind his head. He arched his eyebrow as he took her in. Lydia was suddenly aware that her nightgown, chosen specifically for how much it revealed, might make Frank a bit angry if he thought their son had seen her in it.
"Where have you been?" he asked, his eyes alight.
"I was saying good night to Kyle," she admitted. She recognized the glint in his eye and her worries of him being angry were quickly erased.
Lydia twisted her torso causing her heavy breasts to sway side to side. Frank licked his lips and reached for her hand and pulled her onto the bed. With a squeal she played along and flung herself on the bed, landing on her back. Frank immediately cupped one breast and began to massage her sensitive flesh, pressing himself up against her body, his thick package pressing fervently against her thigh.
"You let him see you like this," he growled, lowering his mouth to cover her stiff nipple. It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. Sliding his hand down her body, he cupped her pussy, feeling her slick opening. "And you liked it!"
