Lydia Holden was elated when her son, Carter, said he would be coming home from University for the holiday. She'd been lonely in the house for awhile, and since Carter hadn't been home the last couple breaks, choosing instead to focus on his research project, she was missing him dearly. Her sister, Aurora, would come over every so often, but Aurora's presence, while welcome, was less than fulfilling. So when Carter said he would be there for almost three weeks, Lydia practically danced with happiness.
Aurora noticed it when she visited.
"You look like the cat that caught the canary," Aurora said with a sly smile. "A new man in your life?"
"Carter is coming home," Lydia said with a smile.
Aurora smiled. "Well that's fantastic. I don't think I've seen you this happy in awhile."
After Aurora left, Lydia went to her room, opened her laptop, and pulled up her favorite porn site, dedicated to the Jocasta Resort and Jocasta Hot Springs. Mother and son couples who recorded themselves engaged in the most forbidden of love. Lydia didn't think that most of the videos were real, but the possibility... the possibility made her wet.
There was a new video, and the description said that the "mother" in the video was now pregnant with her own son's child. Lydia pressed play.
While the video ran, she pulled a dildo and a vibrator from the drawer beside her bed. Sliding her skirt and panties off and lying back on the bed, she began to pleasure herself, first with the vibrator, running it up her pussy lips, letting it buzz against her clit in the most stimulating way, before pulling it away. When the young man in the video slid inside his mother, Lydia pushed the dildo inside of herself, angling it in a way to hit her spot as she pressed the vibrator back. She tried to lose herself in the rhythm of the video, bringing herself up, then pulling back, up and back, waiting for it. After a few moments, she saw the young man in the video begin to shake, and she pushed herself as hard as she could, seeking the edge of pleasure, throwing herself off of it. As the young man in the video spread his mother's legs to show his cum dripping from her pussy, Lydia's body shook. A warm white pleasure waved over her, her face and chest and hands going numb as she let her toys fall to the bed.
Once the pleasure began to fade, she felt the familiar guilt that came with her taboo fantasies. But even now, with Carter on his way home, she felt more excited than ashamed.
Lydia made up Carter's old room. When he had first gone off to University, they had packed up all of his teenage things, his posters, his action figures, his games and his tools, and put them in the garage. All that was really left in the room was his desk, dresser, and bed. Lydia felt like the room was empty now, so she found some decorations and candles and sheets that she thought he would like and dressed it up a little.
When Carter arrived, he smiled at the work she'd put into it.
"It's just a few little things," Lydia said.
Carter put his bags down on his bed and turned around, hugging his mother tight. Lydia blushed, feeling a familiar lightness in her chest and her neck, and wondered how she was going to make it through two weeks without embarrassing herself.
"Are you alright, mom?" Carter asked. "You look a little flushed."
"Just happy," Lydia said.
She made dinner for the two of them while Carter unpacked his bags, filling his dresser and desk for the coming weeks. She could hear him working in his room as she loaded a plate with salmon and veggies for him. He smiled when he came into the kitchen and saw the plate.
"Brain food," he said.
His mother smiled too, remembering the first time he'd asked for fish instead of beef or chicken.
As they sat at the table, he asked about her work at the hospital. It had been quite stressful lately, as her hospital was acquired by a medical group, and she had overnight become responsible for three times as many people as she had been before. But the work itself had been rewarding, as she soothed all the growing pains and pruned all the thorns.
She asked about his studies at the University.
"It's almost over," Carter said. "I just recently received the last piece of the puzzle I needed for my dissertation."
"Tell me about it," Lydia said.
"Here, let me show you."
Carter went from the room, leaving Lydia to sit by herself for a moment, picking at her fish and veggies. A moment later he came back with something in his hands, a small parcel wrapped in brown paper.
Placing it down on the table, Carter unwrapped a small wooden box, then opened it. Inside, about the size of a post card, was a strange dark stone idol. It was carved into the shape of two lovers engaged in coitus.
"What is it?" Lydia asked.
"It's from the ancient civilization of Ululu," Carter said. "It's an idol, part of a fertility ritual for those chosen to reproduce. Ululu civilization suffered from a generation shortage during a great famine and drought, and their entire population was almost reduced. Because of this, childbirth and child raising became a kind of sacred duty for them. Whenever a couple wed, there was a huge party and everyone in the tribe was invited to celebrate the couple. This idol, or one like it, would have been presented to the couple as a sign of good coupling by the tribal leaders. According to their myths, it's supposed to be both an aphrodisiac and a fertility boost."
"You think it has magical powers?" Lydia asked.
"No, not at all. More than likely it was probably just symbolic, but it may have also just been the equivalent of ancient porn. Look at it for a little while and you get in the mood; if you're a little superstitious, you might attribute that to magic."
Lydia nodded, reaching out for the idol. Carter handed it over to her.
As the strange dark stone idol touched Lydia's fingers, she felt a warmth well up inside of her. She squirmed as she felt a lightness in her chest and a wetness on her thighs. Lydia put it back in the box quite suddenly.
"Mom?" Carter asked.
"It feels weird," Lydia said, trying to catch her breath. "What kind of stone is that?"
"It's a rare obsidian found only around the volcano at Mount Ebott," Carter said, closing the box. "You sure you're okay."
"Oh yes, honey, I'm fine," Lydia lied. "I think having you back has just been a bit over exciting. I'm going to go lie down. Would you mind doing the dishes?"
"Of course not," Carter said.
It was difficult for Lydia to make it down the hallway to her room, but as soon as her door was closed and locked, she slid her skirt and panties down around her ankles and touched herself. Her mind was filled of images of her and Carter, images she would usually be ashamed of, but was too excited to care about at the moment.
A video was on her laptop and her toys were in her hand, pushing her as her juices dripped down her legs.
"Fuck, Carter," she whispered as she pressed her dildo up against her spot. "Fuck mommy, please."
She came hard, her body shaking as she pressed her face into her pillow, trying to muffle her moans and whispers.
As she came down from her orgasm, she wondered for a moment what had come over her. It wasn't like her to feel such a sudden rush of emotions. She was usually very careful about her actions and her desires.
The image of the fertility idol flashed into her mind. According to the ancient Ululu, the idol had aphrodisiac properties. Was it possible that she had been affected by the idol? She shook her head. If that was so, wouldn't Carter be affected by it as well?
Lydia crawled off the bed and collected her skirt and panties. They were soaked through with her juices. Something had affected her, she thought. Was it really just Carter being there?
She changed her skirt and panties and went out into the hall, heading toward the living room. She could see the light under Carter's door, and as she walked past, she could hear him. There was a sound she recognized, a regular rhythm, slick and sliding up and down. She quietly opened the door to her son's room and peaked inside. Carter sat at his desk with his laptop open in front of him, his hand moving up and down his cock as he watched a video on his screen. She couldn't see it from where she stood, but she thought she knew what he was watching.
What a beautiful cock, Lydia thought to herself.
She quietly closed the door and went back to bed. She had to masturbate two more times before she was finally able to fall asleep, and even then she dreamed about Carter, his strong hands on her hips, his warm breath against her neck.
In the morning she found that her panties were once again soaked through, and she wondered if, at least while Carter was home, she should stop wearing any. The thought of him seeing her, her skirt hiking up as she crossed her legs, realizing that his mother's bare pussy was exposed to him, made her squirm again.
She took a shower to try to calm herself down, but as the water rolled over her, she noticed in her bathroom mirror that her body looked a little bit more... lewd than it had the day before. Her hips and breasts and ass seemed a little bit more exaggerated than they had before Carter arrived home. She posed for herself in the mirror, thinking about how sexy she was. It was odd for her. Since Carter's father had left them when he was still young, she'd always felt... not unattractive, but not exactly eye-catching either. She'd leaned into a professional look when she started at the hospital, keeping her hair tied back, her glasses on, dressing straight-laced in muted colors. This morning, she wondered what she'd look like in red.
"Hey Carter," she said, knocking on his bedroom door.
After a moment, he opened it, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. Her eyes drifted down the muscles of his chest and abs, and she noticed she could clearly see the outline of his cock through his pajama pants.
"Hey mom," he said.
She smiled.
"I was going to run up to that fashion shop up the street. I saw a pretty red dress the last time I was there. I was wondering if you'd like to come along."
"Yeah," Carter said. "Let me get dressed and we can go together."
They walked up the street, stopping in at a little cafe that sat between their home and the shop. Lydia bought them some lemon bars for breakfast, and they sat outside in the morning sun, chatting a little too fast as they ate. Lydia licked a little bit of frosting and sugar from her fingers, and Carter stared.
"You look so handsome," Lydia said.
"You look so hot," Carter responded.
Lydia's mouth opened, his words sending a wave through her chest that she wasn't sure she could stop.
A second later he shook his head. "I mean, it's a bit warm out this morning. We should get going."
The store was almost empty as they entered, Lydia leading Carter over to the dresses and showing him the one she'd been thinking of. When she saw it the last time she'd been here, she'd thought it was too small for her. Now she was thinking about how Carter would see her in it.
"What do you think?" she asked, holding it up to her.
"Why don't you change into it?" Carter asked.
Lydia smiled. "Good idea," she said.
The woman working the shop didn't seem to be paying any attention, so when she wasn't looking, Lydia grabbed her son's wrist and pulled him into the dressing room with her. She pulled off her top, undid her bra, slid out of her skirt. She saw her son staring downward, noticing her lack of panties, staring at the hair above her pussy and her glistening pussy lips. She turned away from him, feeling his eyes on her ass while she pulled the dress on.
"Zip mommy up?" she asked, and a second later felt Carter's fingers on the zipper, lifting it up.
She turned around and spread her arms.
"How does mommy look?" she asked.
