"Let's finish eating and then I'll help you practice," Kevin offered, liking the idea of touching his mother.
"Sure, what have I got to lose?" Amanda agreed.
"Your job," he quipped, loving to tease his mom.
"Brat," she laughed, her son always able to cheer her up.
Once dinner was done, Amanda posed in a similar position as she did at work, dressed in a 1950's poodle skirt, as part of that week's 'decades' theme.
Kevin moved her arms and legs a bit, poked her on the side and made funny faces at her. She struggled a bit, especially when she was poked in the side, but overall did better.
That night, Kevin masturbated while thinking of fucking his mother like he usually did, but this time the scenario changed as he imagined moving her into positions in which he wanted to fuck her.
The next day Amanda did better at work and thus began a daily routine of mannequin practice.
Every night they spent about fifteen minutes practicing, each day Kevin spending a little longer touching his mother, even tickling her, during which Amanda really struggled with maintaining her composure. Each evening, Kevin stroked himself with taboo fantasies of incest imagining making love to his mother.
The following week Amanda came home Sunday with her outfit for Monday. She walked in front of the television and froze wearing a tennis outfit with a very short skirt while holding a tennis racket.
Kevin's cock instantly hardened at the sight of his mother in such a sexy outfit. He stood up and pulled the racket out of her hands, the television show no longer interesting. Although a struggle, Amanda stayed in position. He treated her like a live Barbie doll moving her head, arms, and legs, being more aggressive than he had in the past. Then, getting slightly more adventurous, he ran his hands down her perfectly toned legs. Although he loved everything about her: her blonde hair, exotic green eyes, dazzling smile, great ass, perky breasts and overall great personality, it was her legs, whether bare and tanned or in any style of hosiery (thigh highs, pantyhose, fishnets, garter and stocking) that really turned him on.
Amanda felt a chill go up her spine and a tingle down below at the intimate touch of her son, but credited it to the incredible lack of intimate contact in recent years.
Kevin didn't want this to end, but also didn't want to seem like a pervert, and thus ended the sly touching of his mother.
They continued practising every night and Amanda began to both look forward to her playtime with her son and to get sexually excited by his touch. At first she found the practice time a fun activity to do with her son, something out of the ordinary and different. Yet as time progressed, it began to be strangely erotic in a taboo but innocent way. She enjoyed his soft, firm hands on her body, a sudden reminder of the intimacy she had long forgotten existed. She began to make it a game by every night posing when he came home from school, always in a different outfit, the one she was to wear the next day at work.
One day she dressed in camping gear, another day in tight running shorts, another time in a beautiful cocktail dress, another day as a maid. Each day Kevin tested his mother, each day he got rock hard and each day his touches became just slightly more intimate, always trying to push the boundary just slightly, wondering how far his mother would really let him go. Never touching her breasts or vagina, but each day moving closer and closer to the forbidden area.
As much as Kevin was tempted, he was an eighteen year old boy after all. Amanda was getting more and more confused. Why did she like her son's touch so much? Why did she look forward to these imitate moments? Why was she craving his touch? Why was she having dreams that ended up with her having sex with her son? She continued to blame it on her lengthy dry spell, but every day the temptation seemed to grow inside her more and more. 'Is incest really such a bad thing?' she pondered to herself after the most recent touching where his fingers were teasingly close to her damp pussy.
Every night without fail, Kevin shot his load imagining making love to his mannequin mother. Even though he still didn't think there was a chance of anything more than the playful touching sessions...he was beginning to wonder if the possibility did exist.
Meanwhile, as the days went on, Amanda could no longer deny it. The past few days her son's touch had been undeniably turning her on, making her wet and desperate for more. His soft hands gently caressing her shoulders, slithering ever so slowly down her legs and gliding teasingly close to her long neglected private parts was driving her mad with insatiable desire, creating a fire that she couldn't extinguish no matter how hard she tried with moral logic and motherly responsibility. The last two days she had pleasured herself in her room with her small vibrator wishing it was bigger and more powerful, and each time as she reached climax her son's face inexplicably popped into her head. She had considered stopping the unique mother-son bonding experience knowing it was causing these taboo dreams, fantasies and feelings, but it really had helped with her job and she didn't merely enjoy the time with Kevin, it was her daily highlight.
So instead of quitting, like a mother should do, she began to pose in sexier outfits, in hotter positions and scenarios, deciding to create fantasies for both of them...not sure she was willing to cross the line, but enjoying the attention she was getting from a man, albeit her son.
On Saturday, she suggested they go for a swim in the backyard pool. Kevin didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary as they often spent the weekend lounging in and around the pool. Even though it was late January, in San Diego every day was a great day for a swim.
When Kevin came out of the house, he saw his mother standing there, lotion in her hand, in a beautiful two piece bikini that didn't remotely hide her breasts and really showcased her legs. Kevin instantly had a tent in his trunks, one he couldn't hide.
Amanda saw the impact of her pose and outfit on her son and broke into a smile, before quickly returning to her stoic position in anticipation of her son's hands on her.
Kevin, seeing this as a beautiful opportunity to push the boundaries a bit, walked over to her and for the first time since doing this, talked during the playtime. "I think you need to be protected from the sun." Kevin laughed at the accidental pun as he took the lotion out of his mother's hands, just as Amanda had hoped he would.
Kevin poured the lotion liberally into his hands and slowly coated his mother's body from head to toe. He started with the back of her neck, shoulders and arms. His touch was purposefully sly and gentle, wanting to enjoy every second of it, yet also hoping somehow, someway through his touch his mother would see him not as a son, but as a man.
Amanda loved how soft and tender her son's touch was. Part of her wanted to just give in to her growing desires and kiss him, yet knowing that incest was wrong and she was the mother, she resisted even as her pussy burned for attention.
Kevin moved his hands between the beautiful crevice between his mom's breasts, his fingers dangerously close to the breasts he suckled on all those years ago. The temptation to go further was almost unbearable, but his respect for his mother overrode his own fantasies, instead testing the boundaries by moving teasingly close to her taboo parts.
Amanda couldn't think straight. She wanted him to cup her breasts, suck on her erect nipples, give her the long resisted pleasure she barely remembered.
Kevin could see his mother's erect nipples through the thin bikini fabric and felt confident his touch was turning her on as much as it was him. Yet, not wanting to linger too long in one spot, he continued moving lower, spreading the on her toned belly, hips and back.
Disappointment rushed through Amanda as he moved away from her breasts, even though she did love the feel of his hands all over her, especially her hips.
Kevin knelt in front of her, his face directly in front of his mom's vagina. He wondered if she was shaved...was she wet...was he really having the impact on her that he thought he was?
Again as Amanda looked at her son below her, she was tempted to grab his head and pull him into her wet pussy. She knew he stared at her often, assumed she was likely a fantasy of his, having read online about many theories that all sons want to fuck their moms, but would he actually be willing to be more than a son; would a gentleman like Kevin fuck her hard like she wanted it? In reality, it was obvious to her, he was the only person she loved; the only one she could truly trust...why not do the only thing left that would show him she loved him unconditionally. He was her everything and the idea that he could be more than just a son...he could also be a lover was both appealing and, yet, terrifying.
Kevin felt his mouth water, the idea of tugging the skimpy bikini down and tasting her spinning in his head. He had to keep reminding himself she was his mother, even though, of course, he knew she was and that was what made the temptation even greater...his mother always having been his greatest stroke fantasy. Every girl he dated he compared to his mother and none, no matter how pretty, how sexy, could remotely live up to the woman he already loved...his mother.
