Lying in the growing light of his room, Kyle dozed...waiting. After almost an hour, he heard his father rise and move around the house. A few moments later, he heard his mother pass his door on her way to the kitchen. He could hear their voices chatting about his fathers planned golf day.
'My God' the young man thought. 'How could she act as if nothing had happened?' For almost another hour, Kyle listened to his parents. His youthful balls, given a two hour rets, had been busy churning a new load of hot cum. While he thought every drop of blood in his body was now raging through his stiff cock.
Miranda cleaned the kitchen, as she heard her husband's car pull out of the driveway and head down the street. On the surface, she had been calm...the perfect wife and mother. Inside was a terrible war of emotions.
When she had first arisen, guilt and shame had washed through her. The memory of what she had done with Kyle burned in her mind. Feelings of guilt tore into her...how could she. To take advantage of her own flesh and blood like that.
As she had made small talk with her husband, her mind recalled her sons face. The pure lust and desire for her burning there. The vision sent tremors through her belly.
As her husband left the house...her cheek had barely felt the perfunctory kiss. Her mind in turmoil, how could he have not seen her? Only feet from him. Nude under her nearly sheer robe. Her body, hungry for attention.
Turning, the mother headed up the stairs back to her bedroom. She stopped for a moment outside Kyles' door. Her hand rose to knock, letting him know it was 'safe'. No...if this was going to happen, it would not be by her invitation. Neither would she refuse it, she thought, as she headed down the hall.
Kyle waited another five minutes, before rising from his bed and heading for the door. He considered putting on his boxers, then decided no. She had already seen him naked, held him in her hand. Shit, she had sucked him dry he thought. Clothes would be the last thing he wanted in the way. As his thick cock led the way, he stepped down the hall.
Miranda sat on the edge of her bed, more nervous than she had been since she lost her virginity. Did he really want me? Was this morning a onetime thing? Is this really what I want? All those questions swam through her head.
Hearing her bedroom door easing open again, her eyes looked up as her breath caught in her throat. There stood Kyle, her son, in the doorway. His chiseled chest, the biceps evident on his arms. Her eyes traveled down his body, widening as they took in the sight of ten inches of hard cock meat standing at total attention.
All the guilt, all the shame; vanished in a heartbeat. As she took in his throbbing hard cock, the lust written in his eyes; she knew. He wanted her. To be desired, needed, sent a bolt through her loins, as she felt her juices gush between her pressed thighs.
"Oh my God" Miranda whispered. "You really do want to fuck me." She heard Kyle give a guttural moan, then a raspy yes. Shedding her robe, she heard him gasp as her whole body came into view.
'That's right", she thought. "He's only been here in the dark, he's never seen me."
Spreading her legs slightly, to show the small landing strip that led to her most private spot. She displayed herself like a wanton slut for her son. "You like?" he whispered.
"I fucking love" was Kyles only response.
Miranda swore she could see his cock jump...throbbing in time to his breathing. Normally, the mother would have said something about his language. This time, the look of almost feral lust in his eyes, and the direct tone only inflamed the heat between her spread thighs.
Shedding her robe, Miranda slid back onto the bed. Propping her head with two pillows, she turned to Kyle. "Prove it" she whispered.
Kyle walked to the edge of the bed, feeling like his body belonged to someone else. His entire vision tunneled to the form lying before him. The glitter in her eyes showing her desire. The swell of her breasts, not firm like some teenagers, but swollen, full with just a hint of sag. The breasts of a woman, capped by two very hard pencil erasers that crinkled in the cool air of the room.
As he slid on his knees onto the bed, his eyes lowered to between his mother's spreading thighs. He could see the glisten of her moisture on her swollen lips. The scent of her filling his nostrils.
Miranda, thinking his youthful energy would bring him straight on top of her, was shocked when she saw him lower between her thighs. Oh God...he wouldn't...
Kyle drove his face between her thighs, her musk driving his mind almost insane with lust. He had to taste her...the dream of years lying before him. Closing his mouth over her swollen lips, he drove his tongue into her folds...probing her depths, tasting her juices. "Oh mom" the young man groaned.
