Helen was a sexy secretary whose husband was constantly away on business. Most of the time she was left alone with her grown-up son, Steven.
One day she arrived home from the office just as Steven walked into the driveway - back from his own job as a warehouse hand. She noticed he had a slight limp. But Steven did not seem troubled by it. Willingly he helped his mother unload her car and take her things inside. At the same time he took the opportunity to appraise her. She looked as elegantly sexy as ever in her secretary outfit of high-heels, tight pencil-skirt and see-through blouse.
In the kitchen, mother and son got some refreshments and talked about their days. Helen asked Steven about his limp, and the young man revealed that he had strained a muscle after pushing himself too hard at work. Thinking that some gentle stretching exercises might ease his discomfort,
Helen persuaded Steven to join her in working out to a fitness DVD one of her girlfriends had made and given her. Presently, having changed into their gym clothes, the mother and son started their workout on mats in the living room. Helen's tight-fitting pants and midriff-baring, boob-packed top left little to the imagination.
Steven felt a taboo excitement as he stood behind his mother and saw the outline of her shapely butt when she bent over to touch her toes. As the workout went on, the young man had many opportunities to glance at her cleavage and her boob-swell as she posed her body in a number of dynamic and suggestive positions. It was an intense experience that made him forget all about his muscle strain.
He had always been attracted to his mother. That attraction had now become a raging lust. Eventually the workout came to end and Helen excused herself to take a shower - not having any idea that she had just filled her own son with an unstoppable desire to fuck her. She spent a long time in the shower, sensually soaping her body all over. Steven would have gone crazy with need if he could have seen his mother right then. Her big tits and her butt glistened. The young man could have enjoyed seeing them from every angle as she moved - bending over, twisting, turning - beneath the shower spray.
Afterwards, Helen toweled herself dry, put on a sheer red robe with nothing underneath, and went back downstairs to make dinner. Mother and son sat at the table, engaging in typical family talk while they ate. Once again Steven sneaked peeks at his mother when she was not looking. Her loosely-tied robe gave a tantalizing view of cleavage. At one point she bent over to look in the fridge. This caused her short robe to lift up, allowing her son to glimpse her naked butt and pussy. Steven could barely restrain himself at such a sight.
Later, he and Helen went into the living room, seated themselves on the couch, and watched a movie together. They became more relaxed as the evening wore on, and Helen convinced her son to give her a foot rub. Eager for any kind of intimacy with his mother, Steven fetched some lotion, placed his mother's feet on his lap, and went to work massaging them.
Before long he had gotten a big erection. When Helen happened to feel his hardness underneath her foot, she experienced a sudden - surprising - surge of arousal. The realization that she had turned on her own son was electrifying for her. Until that moment she had never guessed that she had forbidden desires for him. Now she felt consumed by them.
Brimming with curiosity and excitement, she turned to her son and bluntly asked him if had the desires for her. Steven was taken aback, but he saw his chance and was determined to take it. He confessed all to his mother: how she constantly made him hard, how he fantasized about fucking her, how he wanted it to happen for real. It was all the confirmation that Helen needed. A moment later, mother and son were in each other's arms, French-kissing passionately. Steven's hand greedily moved between stroking his mother's bare thigh and squeezing one of her big breasts.
