Mom’s tear-filled eyes locked onto the same picture. “I loved them so much,” she whispered. Looking at me, she added, “Thanks for reliving it with me.” She leaned over and pecked me on the cheek.
My suspicions were confirmed. Dad and Gran had an affair. Did Mom know? She didn’t appear upset while witnessing her husband kissing his mother.
She closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. “After raising my spirits, you deserve a treat today,” Mom exulted, “What do you want to do today?”
“It’s a nice day for a walk to the park. How about a light lunch before we take off?” I suggested, abiding by Gran’s suggestion.
“Sounds fun. It’s going to be pretty hot, though. We’ll have to take it slow,” Mom replied.
“And wear appropriate clothes. You should wear your light-blue tennis skirt,” I added, finishing my grandmother’s request but changing the color, hoping Mom wouldn’t get suspicious.
As Mom raised her eyebrows, a frown creased her forehead. “How do you know what’s in my wardrobe? Have you been rifling through my closet?” she inquired.
Squirming uneasily on the cushion, I nervously stuttered, “No, I’ve never looked in your closet. I just recall when I was a child, watching you and Dad head out to play tennis on scorching afternoons.”
She stared into the distance for a few seconds, recalling the past. “Your memory isn’t great because that particular skirt is white, not blue, and seeing as you’re concerned about my attire, which top should I wear?”
Mom tested me to see if I had been snooping in her room. Since Gran hadn’t mentioned anything, I answered truthfully. “I have no idea. Whatever is comfortable and cool at the same time.”
She smiled, recognizing my honest expression. “I’ll find something. Let’s eat and head out. The fresh air and sun are calling to me.”
Packing a thin blanket and water bottle in my knapsack, I quickly changed into shorts and waited in the living room for Mom. Her door clicked shut, followed by her soft footsteps. My eyes traveled up her bare, sexy legs, paused at her thin blouse before locking onto her blushing face, staring at my bare legs. Her hard, pointy nipples pressed against the thin material. Was she turned on from watching her son’s leering?
“Looks like we’re ready to roll,” I declared, leading the way. We walked side by side, and when a couple of young men jogged by us, it was evident Mom’s sexily attired body affected them. After they passed, we heard a shrill wolf whistle. Mom intertwined her arm with mine, pulling me closer to her. While we walked, our legs brushed together, causing my shorts to bulge. Fortunately, she maintained her forward gaze while she spoke about the wonderful weather.
Once we arrived at a grassy spot, I spread the blanket and sat down with my legs stretched out. Mom did the same, pressing the side of her leg against mine. I handed her a bottle of water, and just as she lifted it, the armhole of her blouse gaped open, giving me a glimpse of the side of her bare breast. My focus quickly averted away when she lowered the bottle.
We relaxed and enjoyed the sun’s warmth until a chill swept over us. I suspected Gran had arrived to see how well I was doing.
Mom and I sharply inhaled while goosebumps formed on our legs. Gran materialized and stroked my legs, warming me. When I glanced at Mom to see her reaction, Gran calmly said, “Don’t fret. Only you can see or hear me.”
With my attention riveted on Mom’s face, Gran guided my hand to my mother’s nearest leg. The moment that my fingers connected with Mom’s chilled flesh, she jerked but didn’t object or push me away. Warmth emanated from my hand while I caressed her upper leg before moving down to her knee, and upward again under her hemline.
My movement shoved her skirt higher, bunching it around her waist, revealing her opaque panties. While my hand stroked and inched closer to her pelvis, blood surged into my cock. Her soft groin muscles tensed when my hand stopped and squeezed a hunk of creamy thigh-meat.
I repeated with her other leg and dreaded that I would have to halt after her goosebumps subsided and her flesh was smooth and warm. Not wanting to push my luck, I retreated and took a swig of water to cool off.
“Thanks, Evan. Strange how it became chilly on such a sunny day,” Mom exasperated. “Good thing I have a devoted son to look after me.”
“Probably a ghost drifting by,” I replied, causing both of us to chuckle, along with Gran. While I took another drink of water,
her eyes quickly locked onto my protruding shorts, returning to my face when I finished drinking.
With a sexy smirk, she said, “Let’s head home before we both get sunburns.”
After returning, we lounged around the house, ate, showered, and convened in the living room for a movie. When Mom plopped on the couch beside me, her robe split apart, revealing a few more inches of the insides of her pale-white breasts.
Turning on the TV, I caught a glimpse of a movie title, but couldn’t read it before it scrolled off the screen. The opening cinematic clip zoomed in on a beach cottage. Two people walked toward the house from the ocean holding hands. I tried turning the channel, but it wouldn’t change. The camera shifted closer to the couple. English subtitles appeared on the screen, while the actors spoke French. From the dialogue, it looked like a tear- jerker.
Opening up the back of the remote, I removed the batteries and explained, “I better replace these. I can’t change stations otherwise.”
Keeping her attention on the movie, she pleaded, “Don’t bother, sweetie. This looks interesting. I love the coastal scenery, and you know how I adore romantics. Stay here and watch it with me.”
With Mom’s warm body leaning against me, I didn’t care what we watched. It wasn’t long before we discovered it was a mother- and-son bonding film. The scenes traversed throughout their adventures on the beach and around the nearby small village. While they cuddled on a couch in front of a fireplace, the son held his mother’s hand and poured his heart out, explaining how much in love he was with her.
Mom guided my hand to her scalp while she crossed her legs. I continued my massage for a few minutes before lowering my hand to her neck. When the son tenderly kissed his mother, Mom’s muscles tensed while her breath rate increased. They shared a brief, affectionate kiss before he pulled away after a few seconds. It’s how I should have kissed Mom, rather than jabbing my tongue into her mouth.
The mother and son talked a little more before kissing again, more intimately the second time. Once more, they pulled off and resumed conversing. I wouldn’t find out how much more the son would advance because Mom uncrossed her legs and abruptly stood. Holding her hand out, she helped me off the couch.
Standing face-to-face, she said, “I’m tired from walking to the park, and it’s a workday tomorrow, so I’m hitting the sack.”
We hugged, and once we stood facing each other, she held my hands firmly. She was ready for the same tender kiss as in the movie. I leaned down and lightly brushed her lips with mine. I withdrew and whispered, “Thanks for a wonderful day, Mom. I loved spending it with you.”
I didn’t risk another attempt, but Mom surprised me by bringing my head to hers for a gentle kiss. It was more sensual than before because Mom had initiated it. Her eyes, filled with intense desire, conveyed a message far different from the previous evening as the longer, more lingering kiss continued. All too soon, her lips slowly and hesitantly pulled away, leaving the taste of her breath on my lips. She whispered with a hint of passion, “I cherish every moment we spend together, Evan. Sweet dreams.”
As usual, I admired the backs of her legs while she walked away. Turning to the TV, I picked up the remote and reassembled it. The mother and son were locked in a passionate French-kiss while removing each other’s clothes. I wished that Mom had stayed long enough to see how the couple’s relationship progressed. I would’ve finished watching, but my aching cock demanded release. After switching off the TV, I raced to my bedroom.
As soon as I was in bed, Grandma Dahlia showed up, smiling and nude. I watched her smallish, perky tits jiggle while she kissed her way up my body. “You were wonderful tonight, my studly grandson. Did you like the movie I selected for you?”
“It set the mood perfectly,” I replied. “Did you and Dad watch it together?”
She smiled, uncaring that her incestuous relationship with her son had been revealed. Rather than answer, she said, “Kiss me the same way you did your mother.”
Her lips were similar to Mom’s, and after a quick peck, I retreated as I did with my mother. “Nice and gentle. Here’s how I would have responded if you were my son,” Gran croaked. She locked her mouth onto mine and jammed her tongue into my mouth. While we French-kissed, we ground our nude bodies together. My hands roamed over her bare back before cupping her tits. She groaned, reached down, and guided my prick to her entrance. She pushed off the bed with her arms, her pussy swallowing my prick in the process.
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