Linda’s discovery – part 2b

Linda’s discovery – part 2b ( Incest stories for Adults only)

Slowly, she reinserted her finger and then pulled it out and offered it to me. I leaned forward and sucked the juices off of her finger. She smiled, leaned forward and gave me a brief kiss on the lips.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, and then smiled. “And I want to hear more about that roommate of yours but, for now, we need to work on getting both of our boys’ home the same weekend and see what happens then.”

I gave her a brief kiss on her lips back. “I know.”

It had been two weeks since Anne had listened in on my phone call with Mark (without his knowledge). We hadn’t repeated her joining us, but Mark and I had spoken probably five or six times since then and each chat had ended in both of us listening to the other cum. I had learned that he masturbated at least once a day (often twice) whether we chatted or not, that he had been “borrowing” my panties since high school, and he and Tom had even traded Anne’s and my panties on a couple of occasions. On the other hand, I told him the details of how my roommate and I initially hooked up in college, that I liked to be spanked sometimes (especially when I was being fucked from behind), and that I used to own a dildo but preferred my fingers or the real thing to a plastic or rubber replica. Certainly not the kind of conversation that I had read about in any of my parenting books as he was growing up, but I couldn’t help myself… I was incredibly horny pretty much all of the time. Even my co-workers teased me that I must be “getting laid” since I was always in such good spirits.

But this particular Friday, as I drove into the office, I was tense. Mark was coming home tonight for the weekend and I didn’t know what that meant. We had become so used to masturbating with each other that I knew that we wouldn’t be able to not do it when he was actually here, so I had resigned myself to that. I even allowed myself to actually look forward to it. But I was nervous. It was one thing to be able to lie naked, or almost naked, in my bed with my fingers clawing at my pussy while my son and I talked on the phone but quite another to think about the prospect of doing that in front of him. On the other hand, I had pictured that hard cock of his so many times with my panties wrapped around it as he came, I couldn’t wait to actually see it in real life. Even more troubling was the thought that nagged at me that we might not be able to stop at watching each other get off. What if it progressed past that? What if he wanted to fuck me? Shit, what if I wanted to fuck him? In fact, I DID want to fuck him… what if I couldn’t help myself? Would that change everything between us?

I busied myself around the office all morning but my mind was hardly there. Finally, shortly after lunch, I went home to get ready for my son to come home.

After straightening the house I took a long, soaking bath and shaved my legs, my underarms, and my pussy. After applying lotion all over my body I redid my makeup and hair and put on what I thought was the sexiest bra and panty set that I had. I tried on several different clothes, but none seemed to be exactly right. Finally, I decided to lose the bra and, since it was still warm outside, put on a short summer dress that buttoned up the front. It was cute and feminine and was covered in flowers. I checked myself in the mirror and smiled. I pulled my dress up to look at my panties. They were white with two small pink bows at the top near the hips. They were almost see-thru and I could see my “landing strip” through the opaque fabric. The lace around the top and the legs gave them an extra feminine touch. Having passed my own inspection, I went in and poured myself a glass of wine and waited for him to walk through the back door.

I didn’t have to wait long. I had almost guzzled my glass of wine and was pouring myself another one when he walked in.

My heart actually skipped a beat when he came in. I had never seen him look so handsome. His smile lit up the room and his eyes were even bluer than I remembered. I ran to him and threw my arms around him.

“My god mom, you look amazing,” he gasped.

“Thank you baby, I wanted to look my best for you so I took off work a little early today,” I said, my arms holding him tight.

Still holding me, he leaned back and was checking me out. I’m sure he could tell that I wasn’t wearing a bra since his hands were running up and down my back and his eyes seemed to be fixated on my nipples poking out of the front of my sundress. Our hips were mashed together as he looked me up and down and I could feel that he was already hard.

“I was about to make some dinner, are you hungry?” I asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, very near his lips.

“Don’t make dinner,” he answered. “I made some money last weekend helping out a buddy of mine that has a moving company on the side. I want to take you out for a nice dinner. Give me a second to change and we’ll go out.”

“Baby, you don’t have to do that,” I said. “Keep your money. We can eat here or I can treat.”

But it was too late. He was already bounding up the stairs. “No way,” he yelled as he ran up the steps. “I want to take my best girl out and show her off.”

I smiled and finished pouring myself a half glass of wine. I didn’t get to finish it as he was back in just a few minutes, now dressed in his slacks and dress shirt. His hair was slightly wet and I realized he had run through the shower in what must have been record time.

Mark drove and we went to a favorite Italian restaurant not far from our house. It is quiet and has a romantic ambience that I have always loved. We both had a wine with dinner and, with the wine I had earlier, I was feeling pretty saucy.

The entire dinner was nothing but a perfect gentleman. The kind of date that every girl loves. We talked about school, my work, his fraternity, and everything under the sun… except sex. I knew that it was on both of our minds, but I appreciated his efforts to make this evening about more than the naughty things we had said to each other on the phone over the previous weeks.

As we were sharing a tiramisu, I was the one that finally broached the subject.

“So, did you bring those panties home that I accidently included in your bag?” I asked, smiling. “I’m guessing they must be pretty worn out by now.”

“Yeah. I promised you that I would,” Mark grinned. “But I was hoping to trade them in for a new pair or two when I go back.”

“Oh you were, were you?” I laughed, putting my hand on his. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that.” I could feel my nipples hardening, rubbing against my dress. I was glad the lighting was low in the restaurant and – hopefully – only my son would be able to see that I was turned on.

“In fact,” Mark whispered, leaning close so that only I could hear what he was saying. “I was hoping that I might be able to ‘borrow’ a pair tonight and let you see what you have been listening to over the phone.”

Even in the dim light, I am sure Mark could see me blush.

I leaned in close and looked him in the eyes and whispered “So you want to see your mom finger her pussy while she watches you wrap her panties around your cock and jerk off? You want your mom to watch you suck the juice off of her panties and see her cum? Is that what my baby wants?”

Mark smiled and I could feel myself getting wet. “Yes mommy. That’s exactly what I want.”

“Well then, let mommy ‘powder her nose’ and we can get out of here and go back home then,” I said, my voice almost shaking.

He stood up and assisted me with my chair while I went to the restroom. My knees were shaking as I walked to the back where the restrooms were. I wondered if the other patrons or staff could see the lust that must have been written on my face. When I got to the restroom, I was glad that I was the only one in there and momentarily leaned against the counter and ran my hand up my dress. My juices were already seeping through my panties and I had to resist the urge to make myself cum right there.

Instead I turned around, looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. It was the smile of a woman that knows exactly what she wants and is confident that she will get her way. I reached under my dress and pulled my panties down and balled them up in my fist and walked back to our table. When Mark stood up as I approached I picked up his hand, smiled at him, and put my wet panties in his hand and closed his fist around them.

“Let’s go home lover,” I whispered in his ear. I smiled again to myself as I walked towards the door even though my son was so dumbstruck he didn’t move for a few seconds, just staring at his fist in the middle of the restaurant.

The ride home was only a few minutes but it seemed like hours. I couldn’t wait to get inside and see his hard cock that I had been dreaming about. I could see it bulging in his slacks as we drove home in the faint light from the dashboard. It was all I could do to keep myself from unzipping him in the car and taking him in my hand as he drove. Mark alternately looked at the road, at me, and at my panties that were now dangling from his fingers as he drove.

When we rushed through the back door of the house I had no plan so what happened next was, I suppose, purely instinctual. I took his hand in mine and led him to my bed room. We stood at the foot of my bed for just a second before I put my arms around him and kissed him. This, however, was a kiss like two lovers kiss. Deep and long, and full of passion. I stood on my tip toes and ran my tongue in his mouth. I felt his hands hold me close and then move down to my ass and pull me into his hard cock which rubbed against my pubic mound. My hands ran though his hair. When it ended, we were both gasping for air. Mom bit.ly/H0tmOm

I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to let my own son fuck me, but I knew that it was going to be very close to impossible to keep that promise. I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt as he unbuttoned the front of my dress. When we were both completely naked, we paused for just a moment to stare at each other and reconcile the naked images from our fantasies with the real thing.