It was a warm summer day and I was working in my home office on a story. I was startled to hear my door slam open. I glanced up to see my 19 year old son standing in the doorway. He was wearing only a pair of shorts. His tanned skin glistened with sweat from working in the yard. I looked back down to finish the sentence I was working on.
I felt him move closer to me. I tried to focus on the sentence in front of me. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as he stands so close to me. Suddenly, I am pulled from my seat. The keyboard falls from my lap to the floor.
My son pulls me into a passionate embrace. His strong young hands caress my ass as he kisses me. I am suddenly glad I signed the slip for his tongue piercing when he was 16. His kisses warm me to my very toes. I feel one of his hands move inside my shorts, caressing me through my white cotton panties. The other hand tangles in my long dark hair pulling me deeper into his kisses.
Trying to keep my head, I push against him. Trying to stop him, trying to tell him that this is wrong. That this amazing pulsing feeling that has swept over me is wrong.
Slowly his hand work their way up from my ass, under my white camisole. Lifting it from my over heated body. Then his lips are on my throat, biting lightly. Tormenting me. His hands cup my large breasts and he moves his mouth down to my hard nipples. My hands go to his hair and tangle in as his tongue caresses me to wetness. The metal in his mouth clicking softly against my nipple rings.