Author's note:- The following is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18.
When The Time Is Right.
Justin smiled as he watched his Mom climb out of the pool. Her still firm breasts and trim waist belied her age, and the sight reminded him of her thirty seventh birthday. He had been planning a surprise party for her, but his father had sprung an even greater, and more unpleasant surprise, when he coldly told her he was leaving her for someone he had been in a long term relationship with, and was now pregnant. She should have expected it, because things had been difficult between them for some time, and she had suspected he was seeing someone else on a regular basis. Throughout their married life she had turned a blind eye to his philandering, because he was a good provider, both financially and in bed, especially in bed, but he had not touched her for almost a year, and now she was about to lose her income, so she was devastated.
She remained stone faced as he packed the few belongings he wanted to take, but after he left she threw herself into her son's arms and the tears began. Justin held her close, stroking her hair soothingly, and as the sobs subsided she gradually became aware that his other hand was stroking her breasts. She tried to ignore it, telling herself that it was happening to someone else, and she was merely a bystander, but she felt a stab of fear when he tried to insinuate his hand inside her bra.
"Please don't," she begged, pushing him away.
A little later she struggled to understand what had caused her to be so afraid. It couldn't have been her son, because she knew Justin would be the last person in the world to harm her, and after all, his touch hadn't been altogether unpleasant, just inappropriate. Nor could she bring herself to resent what he had done, because she felt that in a way she may have instigated it by pressing against him so closely, for so long. On the other hand, at twenty, Justin was old enough to know better, and that intimate contact between parent and offspring was forbidden.
After a while, just when she had almost talked herself into believing she had imagined the whole thing, he approached her with a mischievous grin, and patted her breast before skipping out of reach, laughing gleefully. Over the next couple of weeks, this became such a frequent occurrence that she grew weary of chastising him to no effect, and decided to ignore it in the hope that he would tire of his game.
A few days later, she was standing at the kitchen sink washing the the dishes when he crept up behind her, and taking advantage of the fact that she was up to her elbows in suds, he pushed his hands down the neckline of her dress and inside her bra. For several seconds she stood frozen in shock as he fondled her breasts, then she pushed back violently, and was horrified to feel his erection poke her buttocks.
Whirling around she pushed past him him and fled to her room, where she lay sobbing with shame. Shame because she had suddenly understood why she had been afraid the first time he tried to put his hand inside her bra. It wasn't fear of Justin, it was fear of herself. Fear that if he touched her bare breast she might like it. And now he had. And she had.
She had felt as if her hard nipples were trying to burrow deep into his palms, and she hadn't wanted to stop them. Nonetheless, she knew she had to, so she pushed back to push him away, but when she felt her bottom press against his erection, it reawakened dormant feelings she thought she had long forgotten. And it must never happen again. She could not ALLOW it to happen again! She WOULD not allow it to happen again!
When the tears stopped she went into the bathroom to wash her face, but changed her mind and stood under a cold shower to ease the burning the memory of his cock against her butt had revived between her thighs. Returning to her room, she put on the most shapeless dress she could find, hoping that if Justin couldn't see the outline of her figure he might lose interest.
Her effort was in vain, because when she went back downstairs he gave her a mischievous grin, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to strip her clothing away. As he stood up, she kept her eyes fixed on his, afraid to look down in case she saw something she liked, and knowing if she did she would want it. She stried to step back as he came towards her, but her feet were riveted to the floor, and she could only stand helpless as he cupped her breasts again. She allowed him to stroke and fondle for several minutes, thankful that the tight neckline of her dress prevented him from feeling her bare tits. Slowly the stroking started to get to her, and with a sigh of resignation she broke away and went to her room, returning in minutes wearing her nightdress.
Justin looked at her with raised eyebrows, and her shoulders lifted in a defeated shrug. "You win. I can't say no to you any more."
He carefully slipped his hand under her nightdress, surprised to encounter not her panties, but her pussy. Her very wet and totally available pussy. Helping her to remove her nightie, he studied every line and curve as it was revealed and arranged her on the couch, and there was no triumph in his eyes, only compassion and understanding, as he undressed without taking his adoring gaze from her firm tits and wet pussy. Kneeling between her outstretched thighs, he reached up to fondle her breasts and nipples, as he lowered his mouth to tease her stiffened clit and lick her wet pussy. When she started gyrating her hips and gasping with need, he quickly moved over her and buried his cock with a single urgent thrust. Her heart almost burst with joy as her son fucked her gently but urgently, with a love she had never received from his father, and happy tears flowed as her cock stuffed cunt was flooded with his healthy young seed.
He adjusted the bulge the memory had caused in his swim trunks, and moved over to make room for her on the sun lounge. "Do you think she will?" he asked.
"I really can't say," she replied, smiling as he peeled down her swimsuit top, and stroked her nipples into full erection. "We both know that Genevieve is old enough to know what she wants. I haven't spoken to her about it, but I have a feeling she might be interested. I'd say it was a case of her listening too much to the horror stories of some of her friends, and it's made her wary of taking the first step. We'll just have to wait and see."
He ran a fingertip along the crease of her pussy, making her shiver. "Do you want to finish this in the house or here?" he chuckled.
She responded by kicking off her swimsuit and spreading her legs wide. "Why wait?"
He stripped off his trunks and buried his cock in her always willing cunt, revelling in the familiar ripple of her inner muscles along his thrusting shaft, as they joyfully fucked each other to a much needed orgasm, then after she wiped her sticky cum filled snatch with her discarded swimsuit, they went into the house to dress for lunch.
A couple of weeks later Genni had woken up with a bad case of the green apple quick step, and taken the day off work. She had slept until almost lunchtime, and feeling a little better, she had opened the window to let in some fresh air, and her jaw dropped.
