KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY
Denise was 42 years old. She was the widowed mother of two adult children, both still living in the family home. Denise's husband, Frank had died two years previously after a long illness.
Denise's children were David, 21 years old and Fiona, 19.
After Frank died, the family had continued to live in their small-town family home, supported by the income from Frank's estate, which was considerable.
Frank's life assurance had enabled Denise to pay off the balance of the mortgage on the house with money still left over, and the canny investments that Frank had made during their married years gave Denise a comfortable income, even after taxes. David and Fiona had jobs in the local community and were virtually self-supporting income wise, so all in all Denise was a comfortably off stay at home mum.
Denise was still attractive and kept herself in good trim with a good diet and light home exercise. She didn't go out socializing very often, and she didn't want the complications of a new man in her life. She satisfied her own sexual needs with masturbation and toys. Unknown to her children she even had a portable sex machine with various sized dildos that she could use to fuck herself in her bedroom.
The only regret Denise had in her life was that her grown up children would probably leave home before much longer, to live their own lives as they wished, leaving her on her own. She decided that what she needed was another child that she could dote on and raise during the coming years. However, she knew that if she didn't get pregnant soon her ticking body clock would make it too late.
The more she thought about it the more she was sure it was what she really wanted, but she didn't want to set out to find a boyfriend, or even just get a stranger to get her pregnant. It became obvious to her that the only way to overcome her dilemma was for her son, David, to perform this duty while he was still living at home.
David had shown no sexual interest in Denise, so she set about planning to seduce him into her bed so that he could impregnate her. She thought that the added bonus would be that she would not only have a handsome loving young man in her bed while he got her pregnant, but if they both enjoyed the sex as much as she expected they would, they could continue with it even after she was pregnant. She was well aware that her son was endowed with a long thick cock, and the more she thought about her plan the more attractive the whole proposition became to her.
Denise made a rare shopping expedition to the larger town thirty-miles drive from her home. She wanted to enhance her wardrobe with sexy new lingerie, shoes, dresses skirts and tops, and slinky sleepwear. She was going to start on David's seduction without delay.
David and Fiona had a number of friends of their own age, but with their work commitments and the fact that they didn't want to leave their mother on her own too often, they mainly kept their nights out to Fridays and Saturdays each week. Neither of them were virgins, but neither had a steady girlfriend or boyfriend either, just occasional casual partners.
On the Sunday after her shopping expedition, Denise was in her bedroom in front of the full-length mirror, trying on the outfits she'd bought. She'd put on a lacy black half cup bra and matching skimpy panties and was twisting and turning in front of the mirror. Her full breasts were threatening to spill out of the bra cups and the panties hardly covered her pussy lips. She'd trimmed and shaved her bush so that it wouldn't be exposed around the minimal fabric covering.
She cast a critical eye over her reflection. Not bad for a 42-year-old she thought. Exceptional bust, perhaps her waist could be a little trimmer, but her gently rounded tummy was sexy. Her backside was well rounded but not too large, her legs were good, and the 4-inch heels of her mules made her stance coquettish. Surely her virile young son would appreciate what was on offer.
She decided there was no time like the present to find out what affect her outfit would have on David. She slipped a sheer see through robe on but left the cord hanging undone and the front gaping open, then she left the bedroom making for the lounge where she knew her son was watching TV.
Walking through the lounge towards the kitchen she turned to David, "I'm just going to get a glass of wine, is there anything you want?"
David looked up and gave an involuntary gasp as he saw his mother standing in front of him with her robe gaping open and her sexy lingerie on display. He couldn't keep his eyes off her magnificent breasts with her aroused nipples on display.
"Oh, er, yeah. A cold beer would be nice," he said, momentarily tearing his eyes away from her breasts and looking into her eyes. She was beautifully made up, and her crimson lips were full and inviting as she smiled at him.
"Of course, love. And is there anything else you fancy?" She asked, with another provocative smile.
"Christ mum, you look gorgeous," he said, wondering why he hadn't noticed before just how sexy his mum was. Then he realised that his cock was swelling inside the jogging bottoms he often wore when lounging around at home. He moved a little to try and disguise the obvious bulge forming at his crotch.
"Thank you, darling," she said, "I'll just get your beer." She continued into the kitchen, slightly exaggerating the sway of her hips.
Getting her glass of wine and David's beer, Denise returned to the lounge. She stood in front of him and bent down to hand him the beer. Once again David was treated to the sight of his mother's beautiful soft breasts half spilling out of the skimpy bra. Mesmerised, he reached up to take the beer, but he couldn't take his eyes off her body. He looked her up and down, breathing in the heady scent that she wore. His erection was now tenting his joggers and he couldn't disguise it.
As he finally managed to look her in the eye again, she smiled at him and whispered, "Thank you, darling."
"Um, what for," he croaked.
"This compliment," she replied softly, and she let her fingers slide over the crown of the tent in his lap. "Don't stay up too late," she went on, "You don't want to be tired in the morning." Then she left the room to return to her bedroom.
David, sat in a daze. The TV was still on, but his eyes didn't see it. In his mind he could only see the vision of his scantily clad mother. Why had he never noticed before how sexy she was, what a beautiful body, how pretty she was and how silky soft her voice was. And she had touched his cock, through his clothes it was true, but he'd nearly come in his pants.
He turned the TV off, the beer now forgotten, left on the side table. He had to get to bed quickly and attend to his overheated cock.
He'd hardly closed his bedroom door and slipped out of his tee shirt and joggers, when there was a soft knock on the door. Opening it, David found his mother standing outside, no longer wearing her robe, she stood there just wearing her bra, her panties and that provocative smile.
