The story so far:
Former wild child Stevie was now middle-aged, divorced, and going out of her mind. Her marriage ended shortly after her now ex-husband Ray tried to manipulate her into fucking her own son, Lee. Though the now long-gone Ray was a controlling narcissist and may have had his own agendas, this was not out of the blue.
To cut a long story short, Stevie had this kink – more than just an incest fantasy – that had for years taken its toll on her relationship with Lee.
Little did even Ray know that Stevie was considering offering herself to her son on his 18th birthday, because her desire to had nothing to do with what Ray wanted. Ray was a bit of a shit when he wanted to be, and when he didn't get his way, he went elsewhere.
Stevie didn't bed her son, though, and Ray became abusive and finally left them. Years later, Stevie and Lee were alone again, and struggling as a family. Stevie was in therapy, dealing with anxiety and depression; punishing herself for her guilty secrets
Confessing everything to him, little did she expect that her son would be sympathetic, and even so understanding of her sordid lifestyle. But Lee had his own confessions to make. For years he had been more than just physically attracted to his mother. That attraction had only grown stronger when he essentially became the man of the house.
He too felt the same as she did, and shared the same fantasies. She didn't need to feel like a monster. She wasn't. And if anything had happened between them years ago or since, he professed that it would have been consensual.
The bomb dropped, Stevie came to realise that she and her son really weren't so different. And with that in mind, she began to see that they wanted each other, and that maybe they could have each other.
Turning their lives around and trying to live more liberally together, their mutual interests began to play a part in their increased shows of love and affection for one another, as they learned to admit that their sordid fantasies were one and the same.
The more Stevie and Lee dared to push boundaries, the more comfortable they became with their sexual revelations, the more frequent their suggestive pranks, and the bolder their confessions, the more intimate and open-minded they became with each other.
Investigating their strange secret world together, mother and son gradually became more flirtatious, more physically affectionate – more sexually suggestive of their desires – and less like family, until the chemistry, tension, and desire, between them threatened to drive them insane; if it didn't drive them apart.
After a series of close encounters, both Stevie and her son fuelled fantasy while testing the waters, knocking down the last remaining boundaries. Now as they come closer than ever to swapping fantasy for reality, neither can pretend for much longer...
It's not easy being family when you share a lifetime kink!
1
She played him like a fiddle. He supposed she would, and that was okay, because in the end she was only playing him into the position that he wanted to be in. She was no manipulator either, though she liked to play these saucy little games. Who'd have thought this was his mother?
Saturday night was rolling to a close, and yet it had only really begun. Whose fault was that? With a false start like the hose and bikini incident in the back garden, it might have been a surprise that they had gotten this far with their heads still screwed on.
Who gave a fuck what the movie was – this wasn't about the movie now. They were in it for shits and giggles and just maybe something else.
After a few hits of the bong each, the one Stevie had bought him on a whim just recently, they curled up into bed cuddling, and settled in to watch the movie.
At Lee's side, one leg over the cover, knee and calf rested over hip and thigh, Stevie's cheek rested on his chest, her fingers slowly twirling in circles across his torso. And oh what delicious pictures her mind played over as she recalled many things in recent history. No less that wet, half-naked encounter in the grass out back, but in her mind there were no clothes at all – just more wetness, and kissing, and sucking, and sex.
Between her legs she ached for it, and in the way that the magical green bud amplified thoughts and feelings, her mind and body yelled and echoed that this man was her son; the object of her love and affections, her flirtations and fantasies.
The object of her desires, her sexual hunger, lay there breathing evenly, occasionally looking down on her to see her smiling, still awake.
The lightweight and floaty buzz of being high and happy together like that stirred all sorts of sensations, even without suggestion or motion. And still hearts fluttered, and occasionally breaths betrayed. And what bare flesh there was seemed magnetised together.
The credits rolled and nobody moved, not to leave the room at least. Stevie was content where she was, but felt motivated to do something she didn't want anyone to regret.
2
'Sleepy?' she asked. 'I can go leave you alone...'
Her suggestion had no place here. Shifting a little lower, being invited deeper into her arms, Lee turned to face her in the dim lamplight and shook his head - 'No...'
No to which, though? She didn't have to ask. In kind one hand fell at his mother's hip and used it as a handle to pull her further into him. That feeling of two warm bodies, cocooned in comfort, embraced together in a loving clinch, Stevie regarded his sparkling eyes with a spacey smile and she adjusted the duvet, slipping her leg back under to have fewer boundaries between them.
'Are you falling asleep?' Lee asked. His mother continued to smile. No. She bit her lip a little anxiously and wet it with the tip of her tongue. Under the duvet her fingers continued to roam.
'I'm just very, very comfortable,' she purred. 'Besides I have everything I want here.'
Stevie leaned in and kissed him on the lips just the once and it was soft and sticky, as though it begged for more. Back away she shifted, twisted her hips so she could roll onto her back with her lower body latched to her son's right hip.
'Everything,' he questioned.
She offered no clue, nothing but a suggestive hum. Her eyebrows dancing on a hint, Stevie felt as though she was watching this play out from somewhere else.
