Wednesday night into Thursday morning.
After her evening tryst with Mindy, Kim had come home sated, after fixing dinner for the twins and cleaning up the dishes she'd felt almost sapped of energy, her body more relaxed than she'd felt in months. Kim had gone to bed early and fallen asleep quickly.
She had not had the same frantic dream cycle.
Now that she was wide awake, she tried not to think about Mindy but, of course, she could think of nothing else. Not about the things she'd done with her, she thought about the things Mindy had said to her. The more she remembered how Mindy had related the way that Randy had fucked her, the more she wanted him. Her lust for her own son was becoming unbearably strong.
Lately, just the sight of her son caused her heart to beat a little faster and butterflies to explode within her stomach. Her physical attraction to him only grew stronger with each passing day. If she were a teenager she would have thought it was love, but she knew better, experience told her it was purely sexual.
Kim wondered if she was the same woman she'd been just a few weeks ago, or if she was somehow morphing into some sex-crazed, middle-aged MILF. Last night, with Mindy the sex had been so...oh, God! She closed her eyes, remembering, lush and wild and uninhibited, so hot and unlike her that just the thought of it brought a heated flush to her face and started her juices flowing.
She'd never done the things that she'd done in the past week. If she'd have been asked, she would have said that Kim Hayles would never have had sexual encounters like that. Not outside of marriage, not with another woman, not with her children's teachers, and especially not with her own daughter!
Yet, here she was, she was that woman. The yearning, the hunger she felt for her son had brought out a side of her that she didn't know existed, one so startling that she wouldn't be surprised to see a stranger looking back at her in her bedroom mirror. As she glanced over at the mirror mounted over the big mahogany dresser, Kim was greeted by the same face that had been looking back at her for over forty years.
She sighed, got out of bed, and padded into her bathroom. When she finished, she washed her hands, threw her robe on over her nightgown and headed for the kitchen to get the coffee going.
While waiting for the black elixir to brew, Kim realized how completely horny she was this morning. Without giving her actions a second thought, she quietly hurried down the hallway to the bathroom her son used, wanting to get in there before he got up to take his shower.
Once inside, with the door closed and locked, Kim quickly decided to strip out of her nightgown and tease her son a little bit. She undid the belt on her robe, slipping it off of her shoulders and let it fall to her feet as her body trembled with excitement. Kim quickly pulled her nightgown up over her head and off of her body, tossing it aside on the bathroom floor.
Taking a moment she turned sideways looking at her profile, studying herself critically in the mirror. She decided her body was in great shape for a woman in her mid-forties. Of course she worked hard to keep it taut and toned, no paunch, no saddlebags, no sagging skin beneath her arms, her workouts helped keep it that way. Her breasts stuck out and sat proud upon her chest, barely showing any signs of succumbing to gravity, her erect nipples were hard and engorged with blood from her mounting excitement. She ran the tips of her fingers over them resulting in a pleasurable sensation that shot straight to her vagina making her arousal intensify. Straightening her posture, she pushed her chest out and ran her hand down from her chest and over her flat belly. She slid her panties down her legs and then kicked them off. She stood naked before the mirror fully evaluating her figure. Not too bad, she thought, it hardly looked like the body of a 44-year-old woman with two teenage kids.
Her hand unconsciously slid back across her belly, straying lower, and into the thin, well-trimmed line of pubic hair. Kim's finger flicked her clit a couple of times. God, she really needed a nice, long cock, she sighed just thinking about it. She moved her hand lower, sliding a finger between the soft, moist, pliable pink folds, pressing her finger upward, inward, experiencing the sudden warm, arousing burst of sexual heat that swept through her.
Stop! You don't have time for that, not now. Later.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Hey! Open the door! What are you doing in my bathroom, hag?"
"I'll be out in a second," Kim said, a smile spreading across her lips.
"Mom? Oh, uh, sorry. I thought Debbie was in there."
As she looked at her nude image in the mirror, she worried that she was making a mistake. Was this a bad decision? Kim resolved her conflict when she decided that there couldn't be that much harm from a little teasing. Bending over she picked up her clothing. She dropped her panties and nightgown in the hamper, then tugged the robe back on, pulling it shut tight over her nude body and tying the belt in a loopy bow.
Her nipples were extremely hard and protruding through the material, poking the cloth out with two noticeable little bumps. She made sure to leave a noticeable gap in the robe, looking in the mirror Kim could clearly see a fair amount of both cleavage and the soft flesh that sloped between her big tits. The look was considerably sexy, just what she wanted, perfect to tease her son. The mere thought that she'd catch Randy looking at her cleavage sent a wave of arousal through her, she felt her pussy begin to moisten.
Sighing, she re-adjusted the belt on her robe and opened the bathroom door, her tits seductively jiggled beneath the robe as she stepped into the hallway. Randy stood outside, obviously waiting for her to finish so he could get in and proceed to get ready for school. They looked at each other, their gazes connecting for several seconds before he finally looked away, his eyes straying down, stopping where her breasts pushed the robe out revealing an impressive amount of smooth, soft, deep, fleshy cleavage.
Kim's pussy flooded with a flow of fuck oils as she saw the tenting bulge of an obvious hard-on beneath his pajama bottoms. Her face flushed when she realized she'd been staring at her son's cock. It was obvious from the swell under his pajamas that his prick was just as large as Mindy had promised. She felt her pussy tingling, and that made her even hornier. When Randy's eyes finally returned to his mother's she could see pure wanton desire burning from them, she hoped her own didn't reveal the same desire. She was weak in the knees, she couldn't move, her skin was afire as she looked into his dazzling blue eyes.
Her little ploy had worked. It had really worked, he wanted her, Kim liked the feeling, and it felt good to be desired, even if it was by her eighteen-year-old son.
She began to worry when neither of them moved, they both stood there, leering at one another. The safe, cautious part of her brain started screaming, she shouldn't have done this; she was playing a dangerous game. Why had she put herself in such a predicament? She had placed herself in a situation where she was feeling very tempted to beg her own son to fuck her. How had she been so stupid to let her guard down? She had no business teasing her son, the consequences could be devastating.
Kim kept telling herself that nothing could come of the heated attraction she felt for her son. Teasing him had been an idiotic move on her part, especially since she was so hungry for him that she could taste it!
Taking a deep breath, Kim cleared her throat and whispered, "You better get ready for school."
"Yeah," Randy replied, his eyes reverting back to her deep, inviting, all to exposed cleavage. "I think that maybe we both should get dressed," he said as he brushed past his mother slipping into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Oh, Dear God! Randy hadn't just looked at her, his own mother, he had ogled her! His eyes had caressed her flesh exciting her and sending waves of arousal coursing through her horny body. Kim had forgotten how much fun and satisfying teasing could be, she hadn't done it in years. The way her son had looked at her brought it all back. No other man had looked at her like that in a very long time, not even her husband. Kim knew she was going to have to dress more sexy, subtle, but sexy so she could tease more men. What a rush.
The whole experience had left her breathless, her pulse racing, face flush, and her pussy was absolutely soaked, throbbing with an itch to be fucked.
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What the hell was that all about? Randy asked himself as he adjusted the temperature on the water for his shower. He stepped back and slipped his boxers and pajama bottoms off, picked them up and lifted the hamper lid and froze. Staring up at him, lying on top of his mother's nightgown was a pair of panties that he distinctly recognized.
Whoa! Those are Mrs. Dean's! What in the hell are Mrs. Dean's panties doing in the hamper in my bathroom lying on top of my mother's nightgown, he wondered.
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Kim wasted no time getting to her bedroom after she'd seen the kids off to school. She closed and locked her bedroom door; then stood there, leaning against it for a couple of minutes, allowing her breathing to return to normal. Once her erratically pounding heart returned to some semblance of normality, she crossed the room to the king-sized bed she shared with her husband untying and dropping her robe as she went, she sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs falling wide apart. She slid a hand down her body, between her legs, letting her fingers slide up and down her fiery slit, feeling the moist warmth there. She could feel her body responding to her touch, felt the fluttering climb into her belly as her passions ignited, a passion she held for her son.
She began rubbing her clit with her finger-tips. She brought her hand upward, slid two fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her saliva, tasting her juices. Bringing her hand back down, she slowly pressed her fingers against her clit, strumming them back and forth across the hard little pink bud.
Kim lay on the bed completely naked, wiggling her ass as she rammed two long, stiff fingers into her wet, horny pussy as fast as she could. The little teasing incident with Randy earlier in the morning had just served to make the busty mother hornier than before.
Kim was coming to the conclusion that it was becoming near impossible, almost pointless to try to resist her wanton, incestuous need for Randy. She wasn't even sure as to the exact reason why she should even try.
You're just a weak willed, horny slut, she sighed. Kim was beginning to understand that her almost unbearable lust was most likely only going to be satisfied by taking that final step and allowing very own son to fuck her.
She moaned as the fluttering in her lower belly turned into a pure, hot need. Her hips bucked upward in response. She moved her other hand up to her breasts, slowly teasing her erect nipples before seizing the left one between her fingers and thumb, rubbing it back and forth, tugging gently at it.
As her breathing quickened Kim felt the flow of juices leaking from her slit increase, completely soaking her fingers as they worked in between her pink pussy lips. She ground her ass into the bed, splaying her legs as far apart as she could, jamming her two fingers deep into her hungry hole.
She whimpered, feeling the heat climbing, her orgasm building inside her. Her clit was buzzing and her cunt burned with need as she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit, occasionally Kim pulled the digits out to rub them back and forth across her clit.
