[M4F] Mom and Son Get It On

Reckless Love

They had finished supper and cleared away everything that would not go in the dishwasher. Moments of awkwardness had been gone through and Lisa had been as tongue-tied as Ben, her son, as they skirted around the events that were uppermost in their minds.

"Are you going up to your room and do some work?" she asked. "I was hoping you wouldn't...but that you would be with me."

She asked it and hoped that it didn't sound too needy.

"I'm up to date with my work," Ben told her as Lisa kept looking his way and provoking him to give the answer that she wanted to hear. "After last night, I made sure I had nothing left to do. So, can I sit and watch some TV with you, or we talk...whatever?"

"Sure, we'll sit together," Lisa smiled and touched his arm, knowing what would be on his mind.

She had tugged tight the belt fastening of her fleecy dressing gown, the soft fabric feeling like a caress to her skin. She needed time with him again after all that they had pursued with each other the night before and had not spoken of. Their relationship had been changed and it seemed that each of them were trying to make sense of it all.

The TV's remote control lay between them, but it remained untouched. Instead, they each sought the other's touch and clenched hands. She saw his eyes drift over her and knew again what lay in that look. She felt it too, uncommon as it had been until last night and Ben had crept into her room. He had wanted to talk about the lonely life that she led.

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For this one, I was thinking along the lines of taking it from the first time or carrying on here. I'm open to ideas and curious how this should play out.

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Beach Villa

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

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Birthday Party

It was my 20th birthday, I had invited 5 of my friends over for a barbeque. My dad was supposed to be there to deal with the cooking on the grill but he'd been asked to go on some conference somewhere and had been away for a week already, he was due back today, but mum said something about him being delayed and wouldn't be around until a lot later. That had been happening a lot since his promotion. For about 2 years now it had seemed like I only saw him for about half an hour a week. I didn't mind though, I didn't really get on with my dad, I had no idea what mum saw in him.

In recent weeks, mum had started making more of an effort, she wore her tatty track shorts and loose fitting t shirts less and less in favour of tighter, more revealing clothes. Occasionally she would go to the gym, so it would be all lycra, but even when she was relaxing at home, she'd wear jean hot pants or skirts that left little to the imagination. I'm not sure what prompted mums change in attire, but I wasn't complaining. As a red blooded male, I appreciated the female form as much as the next man. It helped that the female form in question was more and more on display. At the weekends, if the weather was good I'd relax with mum by the pool, I'd always wear my mirrored sunglasses so I could peak at mum every chance I got.

Today was no exception, it was a glorious day and mum wore a pink bikini under a tiny denim mini skirt and a light shirt that was open, showing off her cleavage. I don't know what it was, but mum was always way more relaxed when dad wasn't about.

My friends arrived around 1pm. We all chilled out by the pool for a bit, mum was enjoying herself with my friends. After about half an hour of cooking and everyone having a laugh by the pool, I noticed mum wasn't outside. She must have slipped into the house to get more drinks or something. Everyone else was having fun in the pool, I excused myself and asked Dre to watch the grill while I went to the bathroom. I stepped into the kitchen, but mum was nowhere to be seen. I was curious, so I went upstairs.