An hour later hey returned to their building, their obnoxious laughter and obvious affection drawing knowing glances from others in the penthouse lobby. As they closed the door to their unit, Dylan turned to his mother.
“Mom, that was amazing! I will never complain again about not being able to date other girls. That was the best date ever!”
“You are more than welcome,” Julie replied. “I had fun as well.” They drew toward each other and embraced in an innocent though meaningful hug for almost a minute.
Julie went to the home office and returned a few business emails that she had missed. Dylan popped some popcorn, changed into his boxers, and was propped up in bed by the time Julie returned to the master bedroom. He had one of Julie’s favorite shows queued up on the TV.
“What’s this?” Julie asked curiously.
“What a perfect way to end a date. Popcorn and your favorite show!” Dylan responded.
“Yesss!” Julie proclaimed in delight as she walked into the master closet.
“Mom,” Dylan yelled after her. “Can I ask you one more favor?”
“What is it?” she yelled back.
“Can you wear one of the nighties I picked out?” he boldly asked.
Julie stepped back into the room. Still wearing her sweater top, her jeans had already been replaced by pajamas. “I don’t think so, Dylan. I know this has been a great date night, but those nighties are just too revealing.”
“Fair enough,” he replied. “What about this? Can you just come to bed wearing those pajama bottoms and your bra? I picked out that bra just for you. And I’ve already seen you in a bra before. There’s nothing new to reveal.” Dylan was doing his best to persuade his mom.
Julie paused for a moment, saying nothing. Eventually she disappeared back into the closet. A few minutes later she returned, dressed as her son had requested. Her long blonde hair was generously bunched in front, trying to cover her exposed chest. Dylan did his best to not stare and make his mom feel uncomfortable.
They began watching the show, sharing the bowl of popcorn. Eventually, Julie’s breasts became more visible to Dylan’s curious eyes. The half-cup bra he had picked out exposed her firm flesh just above her nipple line. As she laughed at the show they were watching, her tits jiggled causing Dylan’s cock to harden.
After the show ended, they both went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Julie noticed how Dylan’s eyes were taking in the full figure of her breasts in the mirror. While slightly uncomfortable, she also felt flattered by how much her son admired her body. He purposely bumped into her, his hands tickling her waist. She returned the favor, knowing her son’s own weak spot. As he doubled down his own efforts, she squealed, running out of the bathroom and jumping under the protection of the silk sheets.
“Coward,” Dylan teased as he walked confidently in his boxer shorts to the other side of the bed. Turning off all of the lights, Julie was amazed at the night cityscape that the massive bedroom windows revealed. As Dylan climbed in beside her, she reflected on how strong and mature his body had become. She pulled the sheets up to her chest, exposing only part of her beautiful lingerie.
“I’ve done a good job behaving myself, Mom. How about a good night kiss?”
Dylan leaned over toward his mother and gave her a generous peck on her lips. He returned for a second kiss, lingering for a moment, his lips hovering near his mom’s. Julie had told herself to not allow any touching in bed. She knew it could lead to regrettable actions. But what’s one more kiss, she asked herself. She leaned into her son’s soft lips for another sustained kiss. Soon they were making out sensually as they had on the dance floor. The loud music from the club was replaced with the soft juicy mingling of their saliva.
Dylan moved his right hand up his mother’s body and let it rest upon his mother’s left breast.
“Dylan!” Julie choked out breathlessly. “That’s not OK. Get your hand off of me.”
Dylan did not move his hand. He continued to look into his mother’s eyes provocatively. Julie placed her own hand on top of his, as if to pull it off. Instead, she let it remain in place, only bonding her son’s hand more firmly in place. Julie could not resist Dylan’s advances, as his soft kisses stirred her innate desires.
“Mmmmmm,” vibrated from her mouth as her son began to gently squeeze her firm breast. Julie felt some form of control with her hand on his, even though he was free to grope her as he wished. With the large part of her breast exposed by the inviting bra, Dylan was enjoying more of his mom’s skin then he had hoped. His cock poked through the fly in his boxers under the bed sheet, hardening quickly. Dylan moved to his mom’s neck and ears, nibbling gently as he had done while they were dancing.
“Dylan! You need to stop,” she protested weakly. “We can’t sleep in this same bed together. You shouldn’t be touching my chest.”
Her body’s arousal competed with her clear communication to her son. With each kiss her heartbeat quickened. She subconsciously was arching her back, almost presenting her chest to her son. She unknowingly was only encouraging him more.
“Aaaaaaahhhh,” escaped her mouth as hours of foreplay was quickly arousing her libido.
“Mmmmmm,” she continued, as her son expertly placed delicate pressure on her chest, his fingers subtly massaging her curves. His soft and strong hand was bringing much pleasure to her body. Julie felt like she was in her 20’s again, doing something naughty with a young coed.
Dylan’s cock was impossibly hard, his skin stretched tight, fully erect under the silk sheets. With his left hand, he guided his mom’s right hand around his shaft. A shock of surprise filled Julie’s face, her eyes as round as saucers. Though her hand froze in place, long-held biological desires guided her fingers to wrap around his large shaft, their tips barely touching. Dylan released his hand, leaving his mom’s hand firmly frozen in place on his cock.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Dylan,” Julie continued to whisper breathlessly. “Please stop,” she pleaded, though her body gave no indication of confirming her wishes.
“Just a few more minutes,” Dylan begged. “I’ve been staring at your beautiful body all day. It’s only fair to let me enjoy it a little bit.”
“OK, but only one more minute,” she conceded. Their kissing continued with renewed vigor. Julie began leaning forward, pressing her tongue deeper into her son’s mouth. Her son’s hand remained cupped to her breast, massaging it more brazenly, his mom’s flesh becoming accustomed to his touch.
Julie’s hand was also becoming accustomed to gripping her son’s cock. She could feel his life blood rushing through his manhood through the silk sheet, pulsing in rhythm with his racing heartbeat. Compared to her husband Cliff, Dylan’s cock felt so much more full of vigor and life. She could not imagine what it would feel like to have his oversized flesh plunged into her womb. Imperceptibly her hand began to stroke up and down, only millimeters, while still squeezing tight.
“Ohhhhhh…” softly flowed from Dylan’s mouth into his mom’s, as he felt her hand voluntarily stimulate his cock.
His own hand did the same, continuing to boldly grip her breast, his fingers digging into her flesh gently and erotically.
“Mmmmmmm,” Julie moaned, as the multiple points of pleasure were causing the juices between her legs to flow. She knew she was getting close to the point of no return. If they continued much longer, she feared she would commit the heinous act of actually consummating the new marriage with her son.
“Stop it Dylan,” she pleaded. “No further, Son,” panting and out of breath.
Dylan began nibbling on her neck with his lips, while his hand continued to feed on his mom’s firm breast, barely contained by her bra.
“I’m serious Dylan, you need to st…aaaahhhhhh..ooooohhhhhh…ahh…stop. You need to stop Dylan!”
His kisses were driving her body mad. Despite her verbal objections, Julie’s hold on her son’s throbbing cock continued, her mind shamefully conscious of that decision.
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