A Day on the Dunes – Chap 4

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes – Chap 4

Author: APerv2

Another minute and it stuck straight out from his pubic hair about six, almost seven inches long. I was very surprised at how thick it got; much thicker than I would have expected. {As if I had ever expected to be in this particular position doing anything like this}

Realizing that this wasn’t just all play, I reluctantly stopped my fondling and began to inspect his hard dick for cactus needles.

I looked up at my son, “Do you feel anything?” I asked him. The question surprised him.

“I mean do you feel anything like a cactus needle sticking you?” I smiled up at him.

“Down at the very bottom…” He told me.

As I looked closer, I saw two needles at the base of his penis. I retrieved the tweezers and plucked them out and continued to look. I couldn’t see any more.

I looked up at Steve again and told him,

“Tell me if you feel anything when I do this.”

“MOM…”

He was nervous. He knew what I was about to do. I had done it to his leg, to his ass and to his balls as well. I was going to rub my hand over his “THING” now to see if there were any needles I might have missed. He looked all around again. To look at him you might had though he had one leg in a trap and was giving some serious thought to chewing it off to get away.

“You OK?”

“I’m…I…It’s…”

“Want me to stop?”

“No!” he said almost before I finished asking.

I could have asked him to do this himself. He could have told me that he was capable of doing it as well. None of that happened. I think at this point, he wanted me to do this as much as I wanted too. My son stood in front of me and watched me as my hand slowly reached for his erection.

I slid one finger over it, barely touching its hardness. I could feel and see that his dick was beginning to pulse with his heartbeat. It no longer looked like my son’s “Thing”. It looked like a “Cock” now; a hard, thick, aroused cock.

I took two fingers and slowly began to glide them over the top of my son’s dick. Slowly, softly I let my fingers caress his cock. I moved my fingers to one side and then the other, along the top then along the bottom. I was very methodical.

I looked up at Steven as I did this. His eyes were fixed on my hand as I worked it gently over and all around his, now extremely hard dick.

“God Mom…”

“Hurt?”

“Nnoooo!”

“Ok so far?” I asked.

His eyes met mine. He shook his head “Yeah” and then took another quick glance around trying to maintain his guard but finding it very difficult. I could feel his legs quivering as I slid one hand up and down on his thigh; a short path up and down.

I moved my fingers to the bottom of my son’s dick and let them lightly slide all the way back up to the head. A trip that seemed to be getting longer as time went on. A moan escaped his mouth and he quickly tried to suck it back in, but the damage was done. There was no doubt, he couldn’t hide the fact that he liked what I was doing. This , in turn, motivated me, encouraged me. I looked up at him and smiled a quiet, knowing smile.

“It looks like it’s not so difficult to get a hard-on in front of your Mom after all, Huh?”

He didn’t answer. “Huh?” I pushed.

“You’re really pretty!” He blurted out, as if that was some secret he’d sworn, given his solemn oath, not to ever reveal. In spite of everything, I felt myself blush.

“Thank you.” Was all I could say. I smiled and he smiled back

“It’s harder trying not to get one I think.” He blushed as he said it to me.

The way he said it or maybe just his tone made me wonder. So I stuck my neck out a little further, {Any further and there was a strong possibility my neck might not support my head}

“Hum, sounds like this might not be the first time I’ve gotten you hard Sweetie?”

I could tell the statement embarrassed him but I really wanted to know and this seemed like a good time to ask.

“So have I?”

“I can’t help it Mom.” He tells me kind of defensively almost as if I’ve somehow forced this confession from him.

“It’s Ok Steve…” I whispered looking at his hard dick, watching my fingers slide up and down its length, both of us knowing now that my inspection as gone on way to long. “It’s nice to know that I can still make someone excited.” I told him somewhat pathetically.

“You do…A lot” My son told me as his breathing got a little bit quicker and he once again took note of who might be coming down the road.

“I think you do it to my friends. . . . . .You know, give them boners I mean.” He made clear. He was becoming a fountain of information. Teasing his hard dick seemed to have loosened his tongue a bit too.

“Really? And how would you know that?” I asked curiously, looking up from his dick.

“Well…They say stuff about you all the time…” He told me shyly.

I was pleasantly shocked. Shocked and intrigued. My fingers rested on the tip of his dick and waited to see how this would play out.

“Really?” I asked kinda flattered.

I knew I shouldn’t have but I liked knowing that someone thought I was sexy enough to give them boners.

Dusk was on us now and the light was dim, but yet there I was, still squatting in front of my son.

“Hum, I’d like to talk about that some more, maybe later. But right now we’re losing light.”

I went back to ‘’examining’’ my son. I wanted to continue playing but had now understood this wasn’t the time or the place.

“I don’t see any more needles… …does it feel like I’ve missed any?” I asked, my fingers making one last trip to the base of his dick.

“Mom!”

“Yeah Honey. . .”

“It… …It feels pretty good.”

Well, I’d figured it had, but I wasn’t really expecting the announcement. My eyebrows went up, surprised by his honesty and his willingness to…share.

I felt my pussy quiver when my son told me it felt good. Forgetting {Or simply not caring} where we were, I slowly closed my two fingers and my thumb around my son’s hard dick and very, very slowly began to move my hand back and forth over his hard shaft. I guess what I’m trying to say is; I started to jerk my own son off.

“Oh Jeeesss…” Steve’s head jerked in circles over the top of the truck trying to look everywhere at once. I felt his body stiffen and tense even more than it had already been.

“Does this feel good too?” I asked, sounding the way I felt; like a slut.

“Yeah, yeah it does.“ He confessed, his eyes never ending the search.

“Do you want me to stop Steven?”

“Mom… …suppose… …someone…” He pushed into my hand. He looked down into my eyes. “…Someone could see us?” He whispered.

The question made me shudder. I found the thought of somebody “Catching” us oddly stimulating…Very exciting. I hadn’t realized that might be something I might find so stimulating.

I curled another finger around my son’s hard dick and continued to slowly masturbate him.

“Do you want me to stop then?” I asked again as I looked up at him from between his legs.

There was a time I could have asked his father to buy me a brand new pink Mercedes convertible from a place almost just like this and I would have been driving with the wind blowing through my long blonde hair the very next day.

He looked down at his mother stroking him and chewed his lip. I could feel him pushing into my hand a little as I moved my hand over his cock. The motion had gone from tentative to sensual in a very short time. All of this had gone from medical to sexual in record breaking time. Although I have to admit, I’m not really sure what the old record was.

“No… …No Mom… …Don’t stop…”

I watched my own hand as I stroked Steven’s dick. I felt my pussy getting so hot. I couldn’t believe what I was doing and was even surprised that this was something Steven would WANT me to do.

“How did I get here?” I asked myself. I had never thought about my son this way before. We had set out this morning to go dirt bike riding and now here I was…

…actually loving the way his hard dick felt in my hand, knowing full well what was going to happen if I kept stroking his cock.

M nipples ached now. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to finger myself. I couldn’t believe how fast this was all escalating. Once it had taken a sexual overtone, it took on a life and momentum of its own. I wanted to finger myself right here in front of my own son. The thought made my pussy burn and throb even more. I leaned in closer to Steven’s dick. Things were becoming…had become…hard to control.

“Does it feel good Steve? Does it feel good when I do this to your cock?” I asked him in a voice he’d probably never heard before.

I had lost control. I looked up at Steve and waited for an answer as I tightened my grip on his hard dick and began to move my hand faster.

He was looking all around. That was good. As long as he was the look-out… …I could probably get away with touching myself.

I let my hand slide down to the front of my shorts and trace over my hot cunt. I could feel the heat right through the flimsy crotch of my jean shorts. I stared at Steven’s dick as my fingers traced over the outline of my pussy.

The more I did this the more excited I got. I whispered up to my son.

“Steve… …Want me to blow you?”

I don’t think I really expected a response. I think I just said it to hear myself say it.

“Oh my God, you’re kidding!?!” I heard him ask as I opened my mouth and moved my lips closer to Steven’s hard dick.

I felt a surge of fire burn though me. It felt like I was actually going to cum. Just as I felt the tip of my son’s cock touch my lips… …I knew I would cum before he did.

I felt him pull back. I moved forward to take him in my mouth in spite of this unexpected change of heart. The time to stop me had come and gone.

“MOM!…” He started to say something and I opened my mouth and closed my lips around his dick.

“MOM!!!” He pulled his cock away from me.

I thought, Oh-My-God! He was freaking out. He had never seen me like this and I’m sure never expected to. I knew I had gone too far; way, way too far.

“I see lights coming down the road Mom.”

I got up quickly to look. He was right. There was a set of head lights coming down the road to the parking area. It wasn’t really that dark yet. Thank god he had his lights on.