I appreciate the patience you have shown waiting for this sequel to Swimmer...This is a story about mother/son incest, so if that is something that does not interest you, or even offends you, please select another story. For those who appreciate the psychological mechanisms and natural eroticism the genre invokes, I hope you enjoy it.
Michael and Lisa hurried through the halls of the theater hand in hand, and by the time they reached the lobby both had burst out laughing thinking back on the erotic show they had put on for a clearly interested audience. There was something so incredibly erotic about having wonton sex in front of perfect strangers. Still, both of them were conservative enough that they were hoping not to run into their audience on the way out.
Michael held the theater door for his sexy mother as she stepped outside and into a downpour. The temperature had dropped several degrees during the movie, and the rain made it feel even colder. They looked at one another and Michael simply nodded his head signaling for them to make for the car. Lisa pulled her coat over her head to keep her hair dry and she and Michael strode toward it. The rain was coming down almost horizontally though, so keeping dry was a futile attempt. It was not easy going given that Lisa's heels limited her speed, and by the time they got to the vehicle, both of them were soaked to the skin.
In spite of the pouring rain, Michael still insisted on playing the perfect gentleman and held the door open for his mother. She slid into the seat causing her coat to fall open and her dress to ride well up her thighs. Michael wanted to continue to stare, but Lisa was clearly anxious to get out of the weather. Once he was sure her coat was clear of the door, he closed her side and raced around to his.
"Honey, I don't think we can go to the restaurant like this. I am soaked to the skin."
"Well, we can run home and change, but I have to tell you: You look so freakin' hot in that dress I don't know if I will be able to keep my hands off you."
Lisa looked up at him and briefly questioned herself. "God Lisa, this is your son, your own flesh and blood telling you that he can't keep his hands off you. And what are you doing? You are encouraging him; that is what you are doing! You should be ashamed of yourself. But you aren't are you? He is a stud, and the truth of the matter is that he is more of a man than any you have met lately. The other truth is that what you really want to do is pull him into the back seat and bury his dick in your soaking cunt." She blushed at the blatant sexuality of her incestuous thoughts.
"I am still your mother and I am not sure you should be having thoughts like that," was the best her confused mind could muster.
"Mom, tonight I want you to look at me differently. I want you to think about how you would feel and react to me if we were totally unrelated."
"That might be easier said than done."
"I know it is a bit of mind manipulation, but I can tell you that I see you as an unbelievably sexy woman, who for tonight happens to be my date. You can go back to being just my mother tomorrow if you wish, no questions asked, no crazy drama, but tonight, you are just Lisa, the hottest thing in town."
Lisa weighed his words. He actually made a lot of sense. She wasn't sure if he or she would be able to roll the clock back tomorrow, but if she just lived in this particular moment, no guilt, no recriminations, she had a chance to enjoy a few hours of bliss. She also knew that if she was supposed to be feeling some huge amount of guilt, it just wasn't happening.
When they pulled up to the front of the house Lisa was shaken from her thoughts. It was still raining cats and dogs so they decided to sit and wait for a break. Their conversation turned to Garibaldi's and they began to speculate as to what they each might order for dinner. Other than each other, neither of them had eaten for several hours.
"I think I am going to have the red snapper," Lisa said. "They have a way or scoring the fish that makes the presentation just beautiful. And the fish itself is wonderful. But I am really looking forward to the apple martinis they make. Mmmmmmmmmm."
Lisa's dress was well up her fabulous legs and while Michael was trying to pay attention to his mother's words, he was boring a hole in her legs with his eyes. Still, he managed to control his raging emotions enough to respond, "All their food is great, but I think I am going to wait and see what specials they have. The last time they had an Italian pasta sampler that was really good."
"The rain isn't really letting up any, but I am starving Michael. Let's go on in. We can dry off and maybe by the time we get changed it will have slacked off a little."
Without a word, Michael swung open his door and raced over to the passenger side of the car and opened her door. The dress was so high on her legs that when she swung them out of the door Michael was treated to a view of her naked pussy, a sight that immediately sent a pulse through his member.
"She must have put her panties in her coat pocket," he thought absently. Lisa knew what was happening to him and she couldn't suppress the smile that followed. "Put your tongue back in your mouth sweetie."
Michael blushed but continued to stare all the while reaching for her hand to help her out of the car. Her pussy was fresh and tight and petite and looked like a teenager's.
Even though they moved through the rain very quickly, it was so heavy that they were again within the few short moments it took to get from the car to the front door.
Once inside, Lisa said, "Wait here honey so we both don't track water all through the house. I will get us some towels."
Lisa went to the downstairs bathroom and returned with two thick teal colored towels. She was tossing her hair with one as she handed the other to Michael. His hair was short as was hers, so getting dry heads only took a few moments.
Lisa's dress and Michael's shirt was soaked and clung to their bodies. Michael pulled his shirt over his head. Lisa stepped behind him and dried his back while he dried himself in the front. When she was finished she came back around to face Michael, shivered and exclaimed, "My dress is soaked!"
"Let me help you with that," he said. Instead of looking for a zipper, he squatted and put his hands on the outside of her bare legs at her knees and ran them up her legs until his thumbs hooked under the hem of her dress. He pushed the dress up, his eyes locked on hers. He broke his stare when her pussy slowly came into view. Lisa blushed with excitement at the blatant nature of the act. He continued moving her dress up until she was naked from the hips down. He could see that her pussy was glistening with her juices. "Looks like you got a little wet here too," he said moving his head forward and sliding his tongue up her slit tasting her sweet juices.
