All right remain the property of Mitzi Norton. All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18.
Just the tonic
I adore the sun, for many reasons. Tanning, relaxing, the feel on your skin, the warm breeze, the optimism. Today, I'm lying in the garden and I'm alone. The neighbours can't see me, so I'm wearing a tiny bikini because I want to look as bronzed as I can. I've been here most of the day, relaxing, rubbing in lotion, making the most of ice in my gin. Hot weather, rubbing the lotion on my skin, the sunbed, all combine to make me horny. Wondering if I should open my legs and rub my clit, I decide to wait until after I've poured myself another afternoon gin and tonic.
The house is empty, apart from Andrew, my 18 year old son who is asleep in his room, missing out on the sun as he's heading out later. My daughter and my husband have gone to visit his mother, and I was happy for any excuse to stay at home so I made sure I found one.
Popping inside, I pour my drink with much more gin, much less tonic and a whole load of ice. Sliding it aside, I make my way upstairs to pop to the loo. The house is silent, still, my son asleep. Maybe he wants a drink, I consider. Before I head back downstairs, get back on the sun lounger and spread my long legs wide open to make myself cum and relieve the sun induced tension, I knock on his door to see if he is awake and thirsty.
No answer.
I knock again. Still no answer. Having had a couple of gin and tonics already, I'm less thoughtful than I should be so I open the door to head in.
Stopping in my tracks, Andrew isn't asleep. I'm shocked. He's on his back, naked, ear buds in and probably listening to the porn I can see he is playing on his iPad. A quick glance shows he's watching cheerleaders licking each other. My breath catches.
He is wanking, slowly. His hand is wrapped around his shaft and he's slipping it up and down the achingly hard shaft. I know his cock is long and thick, he is my son after all, but it's the first time I've seen it hard.
I know I should close the door and leave, but I'm transfixed. And horny. I'm watching my son with his cock hard and proud, naked, feeling my pussy stirring. My nipples are stiffening and I cannot take my eyes from his erection, the moving hand, the red swollen head. He is wanking more vigorously, as if he is approaching an orgasm.
I should go. But I don't.
Instead, I close the door, step in and walk over. Thighs brushing together, I feel my wet pussy throb. Standing next to my son, his eyes closed, his hand gripping that thick cock hard and stroking, I know I want it. I want my son's hard cock.
He opens his eyes and yelps
'Fuck' he cries.
I smile at him and look at his cock as he desperately tries to cover it.
'Shit, mum, what the fuck are you doing?' he shouts, loudly.
Putting my finger to my lips, I urge him to be quiet.
'Do you want the neighbours to hear?' I ask.
'Fuck the neighbours,' he replies.
I shake my head.
'It's not the neighbours you're going to fuck, Andrew,' I tell him.
He looks perplexed.
'What do you mean?' he asks.
My fingers hook the side of my bikini bottoms, which are now damp, and I shimmy them down my naked thighs.
The corner of the duvet is covering his cock, from his attempt to hide his hard on. I pull it back and expose him. He's naked again, hard, and watching me. All I'm wearing now is my bikini top. Reaching back, pulling at the bow, loosening my top, my boobs spill free.
Andrew is silent, staring, unsure what to do or what to say as his mum strips in front of him.
'I think a wank is a terrible waste,' I tell him.
My brown nipples are stiff and my son keeps looking at them hungrily. My pussy is wet, and it needs my son's cock inside it. I've only thought about this in my filthiest masturbation fantasies, but right now, I need it, I'm aching for it.
My left leg swings over Andrew's prone body and I lean forward and rest my hands on his chest. My palms press on his nipples as I straddle his legs. We are looking straight at each other, just inches away from one another.
Sliding up his legs, I feel his balls against clit and I slip my pussy further up. My son's cock is hard and throbbing, flat against his toned, masculine abdomen. The wet lips of my soft slit slide along the shaft.
Words don't pass between us. I look at my son and he looks back at me. His hands are welded to his bed, caught between the raging lust in his cock and the knowledge that sliding his throbbing meat inside his mother is wrong.
