Carter was almost nineteen having just graduated high school. He was in most respects your average Joe kid. He wasn't super athletic, he wasn't super genius. He wasn't shunned at school, but he wasn't in the popular circles either.
So, upon graduation he had no college prospects. He lived with his mother, they weren't hurting for money, but they couldn't live extravagantly. His father had left when he was nine and it had been just him and his mother since then.
He wasn't totally socially awkward, but he was a bit shy; as such he didn't really try to get involved with the girls much, even as he, like every other testosterone filled young man wanted to do nothing more than be having wild sex with many of them. His other problem? He had a huge crush on his mother.
Carter had no idea why his mother, Amanda, didn't have men knocking down the door, at least that he saw. She was striking. She was 36 years old and totally in her prime. At 5'4, she wasn't tall but she wasn't all that short either. She had strawberry blonde hair that waved around her head, her tits were not super large, but they were a plump 36C that required no push up bra; in fact as far as he could tell, (when he thought he could get away with a look), she were bras that were of very thin material and only just supported them. Her waist was slender without being super skinny and her legs seemed to be sculpted like a model.
Amanda's job was an office assistant, so she was always in business attire, but her business attire always seemed to fit her like a glove and be oh so alluring even though it wasn't meant to be. She always wore skirts, business of course, but what they formed around was an ass that was firm and shapely. Most of the time she wore stockings; he knew because one day he snuck in to see if she had pantyhose or stockings. To his delight, she wore stockings. He loved looking at her stocking clad legs and imagining what treasure trove lay just beyond his sight and reach.
Carter had gotten into the habit of looking at porn on his computer, and the porn he looked at most was women who resembled his mother and reading stories of mother and son incest online. To imagine if one day his mother was adoring his cock as these women did the cocks they were presented with was more than he could bare at times. He had started gathering her used stockings, to feel their silky smoothness on his cock as he masturbated to the images, videos, and stories. He thought he was careful enough that when he came, he pulled out of the stockings, but sometimes he wasn't fast enough...
Amanda was lonely. She was hit on at her office all the time by her coworkers, male and female, and of course, her bosses. She would always politely demure, though the thought of having some wild sex thrilled her. She didn't want to mix work with sex, she could do without that drama if things did not work out right. She would occasionally go out, and even rarer, possibly even have sex, but it never seemed right, never felt thrilling or satisfying in more than just an itch scratched.
But at home at night when her son Carter was asleep, she went to her secret hideaway where she kept her toys. She would lick on them to get them wet, and then she would insert a small butt plug up her ass as she would slowly fuck her pussy with a dildo. Even though she didn't have outside sex much, she still kept her self shaved, with just a tuft of strawberry blonde above her clit, but smooth for all else.
She would fuck herself like this till she came hard, thinking some stud, or occasionally some woman with a strap on were slowly methodically filling her pussy. Once she came, she would lick the dildo clean, she loved the taste of her own cream, it was silky and sweet and thick, so it was almost like cleaning a man's cum off his cock once done.
But one day, things changed. She was doing her laundry and she was hand washing her stockings when she noticed something wrong with a pair of her white stockings. She almost failed to notice it at first. Wondering she looked and brought it up and there was still just the slightest pungent aroma, it was cum! It had been awhile, but she still knew what cum smelled like. That could only mean that Carter had been using her stockings to ejaculate into. She was going to confront him that was for sure. But she couldn't right now as he was out and about. She wanted to see if he had anymore of her stockings though.
Going into Carter's room, typical teenage mess, she began looking around to see if she could find anymore of her stockings hidden somewhere. She checked the nightstand, under the mattress and as she went around to check the other side, she bumped into his computer desk, shaking it slightly. She would not have given it a second thought except when she bumped it, the screen came to life. He must have forgot to turn it off when he left, she thought. But then Amanda saw what was on the screen. Incest videos of mothers and sons. She began to look at them, feeling both a sense of dread and at the same time, a tingling sensation down in her pussy. Amanda began to shake, a moan escaped her lips.
Hurriedly, she left the room going to her own. Shutting the door, she ran to where she kept her toys, grabbing her plug and dildo she lay atop her bed, stripping down, there was no need to lick and suck on her toys before hand, she was almost literally cumming; she was so wet. Not really knowing what was coming over her, she inserted the butt plug into her ass, and began to quickly fuck herself with her dildo, her moans louder and louder as she was possessed like never before. As her dildo rammed in and out of her pussy, she could only think and see Carter above her, thrusting his cock into her pussy, owning her pussy, and she was loving it. She wanted him to have her pussy, oh, what was she thinking..her son...but oh the thought of it, forbidden but thrilling. She screamed his name as she finished slamming her dildo hard into her pussy, she could feel her orgasm as she came; the dildo and her hand covered in her cream. Licking her cream off her dildo and fingers, eyes closed in bliss, she had a plan.
Carter had gone out for the day, quickly getting bored at the mall, so returned home to maybe watch a movie or play a game, and when his mom went to bed, maybe he'd fire up his computer and jack off to some porn imaging it was him and his mother.
As Carter came into the house, it was strangely quiet, mom was usually all abustle when she was home, but there was a strange sound coming from the back. Going down the hall way, he heard something he didn't think he would hear outside of his porn videos. He was outside his mother's room and could distinctly hear her moaning inside. Was she with someone? Did she think he would be gone long enough to bring some strange guy into the house to bang her while he was out? Angry that his mother would do that, but also aroused hearing his mother in sexual bliss, he froze. Did she just say HIS name?
Carter tested the door, and the knob turned ever so slightly in his hand, slowly, ever so slowly, he opened the door. The sight before him was a sight he never thought he would see; on the bed before him was his mother Amanda, legs lifted and spread, he saw her pounding a dildo into her pussy harder and faster and she even had a butt plug in her ass! He groaned so hard he was surprised he didn't give himself away. And yes, she was calling HIS name as she did it. It was a dream like no other. She was thinking of having sex with him! But could the dream and the fantasy of they both shared come to reality? Carter shut the door, quickly but quietly, as he did not want his mother to know he knew and possibly ruin the moment. But how could it come to pass? Of that, he wasn't sure of yet...
For the next couple of weeks, the atmosphere in the house for both Amanda and her son Carter was tense and somewhat awkward. It wasn't so much the matter of each of them keeping their fantasy of fucking the other, they could do that, but what made it so intense was the fact that each of them knew the other was thinking of fucking them.
Each night Amanda would go to her room and get her favorite toys out to fuck herself while thinking of Carter. She would be grabbing and licking her nipples as she thrust the dildo into her pussy, moaning ever louder.
Carter for his part, would try to listen just outside her door, and when she really got to going, he would crack the door open just a bit to see his mothers hand moving up and down, fucking herself silly with her dildos. She was so wet, it was so hot, he could actually hear the dildo as it slurped in and out of her pussy. He was dying to feel it and to taste her.
Then Carter would hurry back to his room and grab one of her stockings that he had managed to stash away and hide, slide it over his cock and begin to pump it furiously, imagining that it was not a dildo inside his mother, but him. As he would cum, he would yell out, "Oh Mom!"
The roles were reversed by this time as Amanda, once she recovered, was usually outside of Carters room as he would finish himself off, making her even hornier as she would slide her fingers over her clit, she didn't dare open his door. She was afraid she would get caught. She would go back to her room and lick her fingers, imagining that his spunk was mixed with her cream.
