Alan blushed and shrugged, hoping that his mother would change the topic and spare him any embarrassment.
Kristin took a step forward and placed her hands on her son's waist. "Do you want to know a secret of mine?" she said in almost a whisper. Nervousness showed in her eyes as they searched out his.
"Yeah," he said, hoping to not sound as excited as he was.
Silence for a few moment followed and Kristen slowly inhaled, steeling her courage. "I pretended to not notice those times your hand wandered where it shouldn't have." Kristin said with a foxy grin. She felt her heart stutter as she waited for her son to react.
Alan gave his mother an incredulous stare, mouth slightly agape. "You mean you knew?" he said, almost in disbelief.
His mother tightened her mouth and nodded. "I never said anything because... well, I didn't know how to bring it up with you and I felt guilty about it."
"Guilty -- why?" Alan cocked his head to one side, looking at his mother through narrowed eyes.
"Because I liked it." Kristin's breathy voice faded to a hush as she spoke and her eyes shifted about. Her heart was racing faster, but now it was from nervousness more than arousal.
His mother's admission excited Alan more than it shocked him. It made his lust for her intensify and he grew bolder. He hoped that that she might not resist if he were to make an inappropriate advance at her.
Before his courage could leave him Alan reached out for his mother's left breast. He pressed his palm on the underside of it, pushing upwards as his fingers curled around it. He squeezed it, gently at first, then harder when he felt her thick nipple poking into his palm. He heard her faint gasp of surprise as her wide eyes moved down to his hand. Then a smile slowly appeared on her rosy face.
"Was this what you really wanted to do to me?" she asked, her voice heavy with lust.
Alan swallowed and nodded. "Yeah," he groaned, staring at the shape of her breast beneath the strip of black cloth. He squeezed as much of her firm mound into his trembling hand as he could.
Kristin placed her hands on her son's waist. Her knees felt weak and she was light headed with arousal. "Tonight they're all yours," she said.
She looked down, watching her son caress and grope at her. He was kneading her breast harder now, spurred-on by her words and his own arousal. His eagerness excited her even more. She ran her hand up his spine, then back down to the small of his back and pulled him tighter to her willing body. His hard shaft rubbed against her thigh through her clothes and she wanted to feel it. Not only in her hand, but inside her too -- wherever he wanted to put it. When she felt his hand slip inside her dress to pinch her swollen nipple she moaned. The kitchen was silent except for their breathing.
After well over a minute had passed Kristin said "Do I feel okay?"
Alan's eyes met hers and he smiled lovingly at her. "You feel wonderful, Mom," he said, his voice full of arousal. "You're so beautiful." He leaned closer, holding her breast tighter and kissed her cheek. Her skin felt hot on his lips and he let them linger there a few seconds.
"You make me feel beautiful," Kristin said, almost whispering. She reached for her dress and pulled it aside, uncovering his hand and her breast. When he looked up in surprise she smiled and said "Well, you wanted to see it, didn't you?"
Her son nodded and let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah," he breathed. His groping had turned to gentle strokes as he stared at her bare breast, silently admiring it. He traced her areola with the tip of his finger, staring at her thick nipple.
Alan's caress filled Kristin with emotions she had not felt so strongly in years. She realized that she had begun to regard him not as just her son, but as a lover too. Her heart pounding, Kristin tugged at the right side of her dress, feeling her breast slip from it with a bounce. She looked down and ran her fingertips over her thick nipple. Her eyes met Alan's again as he stared at her bare chest in surprise and ardor.
"You may as well see them both, right?" she said with a nervous smile.
"Yeah... thanks," he replied.
When Kristin saw her son lick his lips as he focused on her stiff, dusky nipples she knew what he was thinking. What's more, she wanted him to do it. Cupping the back of his head in her hand she drew him closer. "Suck on them," she urged.
When she felt Alan's wet lips wrap around her right nipple and begin to suck Kristin shuddered, then moaned, louder than she had earlier when it was only his hand touching her. She ran her finger's through her son's hair, keeping his head close to her bosom to encourage him. Soon he was holding both of her breasts tight in his hands and moving his lips from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue around them and teasing them until she moaned louder in pleasure. She began swaying her hips slowly so her thigh rubbed over his thick, hard shaft.
Kristin undid the buttons of Alan's suit coat. When she began tugging it down his shoulders he let his arms go limp at his side. She pulled it off of him and draped it over the back of a chair. "You look so handsome," she said, running her eyes over him.
"And you're beautiful," he replied.
Kristin let out a self-conscious giggle as she lowered her eyes, then met her son's gaze once more. "You're only saying that because my tits are hanging out," she retorted.
"No, Mom, I mean it. Seriously," he said. "You're gorgeous." He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to him again, watching how her pendulous breasts swayed.
"Thanks, Honey." Kristin looked down at the front of her son's trousers and noticed how his erection was tenting them. She stared at it, smiling, then said "I guess I've gotten you a little excited."
"More than a little," he said, his voice heavy with arousal.
"Yeah, there isn't anything little about it from what I can tell," she teased in a husky voice.
When Alan took his mother's hand in his and began pulling it towards his hard cock he felt her resist for a moment, then her arm went limp as she stared down at the noticeable tent in his trousers. He pressed her hand to his hard shaft and began moving her palm over it and pushing her fingers to his balls. When she began voluntarily moving her hand over his erection he rocked his hips slowly, pushing the swollen head of his cock into her warm hand.
"I can't believe that I did this to you," she said in a hoarse voice as she watched the material of his pants grow taut over his cock.
"It's not the first time, Mom." Alan slid his hand over his mother's left hip to her ass. He stroked it then squeezed it, pulling her to him as he groped her.
"Or the last, I suppose." Kristin's voice had grown shy, almost hopeful as she posed her question.
"Do you want it to be?"
Her son's serious question caught her by surprise and Kristin looked up at him. She stopped rubbing his throbbing cock, but left her hand pressed to it, feeling it twitch through his trousers. She thought for a moment, then said "I don't know. This is all so new. And we shouldn't even be doing this, Alan. It's..."
"Exciting," he interjected with a wide smile.
Kristin laughed nervously. "I was going to say it's wrong," she replied.
"Can anything two adults who love one another and want to do really be wrong?" he countered.
After thinking for a few seconds his mother frowned. She let out a faint sigh as guilt and arousal dueled within her. "I guess not," she said. "But this isn't a normal situation -- you know that. And we can't give in to these feelings all the time." After she finished Kristin realized that her hand was still cupping her son's package. She drew her fingers over him and rested her palm on his left hip.
"No, but tonight is special," Alan said as he looked into her eyes.
Kristin felt overwhelmed with love and arousal when she saw the look on her son's face. She had seen that look on men before, but it had been longer than she could recall when. And now she was seeing it from the most unlikely person in the world. Still she felt herself giving in to the feelings she was having, although she knew she shouldn't. She was so wet that her panties were becoming damp and her tingling clit made it impossible for her to think rationally, or about anything other than how her son's hard cock would feel inside her. She looked into his eyes and saw the longing in them. It fed her need.
Alan placed his left hand on his mother's waist and glided his right one up her back. He drew her to him until their mouths were inches apart. He could feel her hot breath as he parted his lips and pressed them to hers. A sound left her throat and he couldn't tell if it was surprise or from pleasure, but he felt her moist lips part as he kissed her, pinching her bottom lip between his as he stroked her back. She responded to him as his tongue met hers and she moaned into his mouth. Seconds later she moaned again as he pulled away, licking his lips and tasting her lipstick.
"You make it hard for a girl to say no," she said as she caught her breath.
"I love you, Mom. And I want you."
Kristin nodded. "I love you too," she said. It was unlike she had ever spoken the words to him before because the emotions were different for her now. "God help me, but I want you too, Honey."
Alan smiled at his mother. He was grateful for her love and her mutual longing, but he also understood her hesitancy. "Come with me," he said.
When Alan took her by the hand and guided her out of the kitchen Kristen knew where he was taking her, and why. In that moment he was not only her son but her lover too. She followed him up the stairs to her bedroom and stood beside her bed, watching as he got undressed. Once he was naked she stared at his thick shaft as it pointed up towards her slightly agape mouth. His heavy balls swayed as he approached her.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, hooking his finger in the strap of her dress that should have been covering her breast.
Kristin nodded, then felt herself relax as her son undressed her. He was slow and gentle as he slid her dress down her body to the floor. Then bending down, he began tugging at her damp panties. His hands stroked her hips and legs as he slid them down so she could step out of them. He paused for a few moments, smiling as he eyed the thin patch of dark hair that partially hid her wet folds.
"You're beautiful, Mom," Alan said in a thick aroused voice as his hands held her hips.
When Alan pulled her to him Kristin could feel his shaft slide over her wet lips. She shuddered and held his shoulders, wanting to feel his body and needing to support herself. Her hips shifted making his hard cock glide over her clit. She looked down to where their bodies met and where they would soon be joined together as one.
As gently and lovingly as he had ushered her up the stairs, Alan moved his mother down on her bed beside him. He ran his hand up her body to her left shoulder and moved her down on her back as he lay beside her. She reached up for him, holding his hips as he got between her parted thighs. He looked down at her and smiled as his hand stroked her left thigh. Taking her calf in his hand he guided it around the small of his back. Kristin shifted her hips, wrapping her legs around her son.
Kristin reached out and held her son's swaying balls in her fingers. She gave them a gentle squeeze, then ran her hand up the underside of his shaft and curled her fingers around it. It was hot and pulsed when she gripped it harder. She could feel the veins and skin in her hand as he moved the swollen head closer to her slightly parted lips. She gasped and held his ass when he entered her. Her pussy released another gush of musky juice as he sank deeper in her until she could feel his weight upon her.
Alan slid his hand under his mother's left shoulder and began thrusting. He clenched his jaw, moaning when he felt her grip his shaft tight within her walls. Her breasts began to quiver as he began moving faster, working his thick cock in and out of her. She began moaning and digging her fingernails into his firm ass. Her hips moved up occasionally to meet his stabbing meat, wanting him in her as deep as possible.
"God... you feel so good," Kristin moaned. "Fuck me harder, Honey. Show me what you've always wanted to do to me."
His mother's wanton encouragement excited Alan even more. He slid his hands down to grip her hips and lifted her from the bed. Holding her firm ass tight he began thrusting harder and faster, listening to the sounds their bodies made as they met and his meat moved in and out of her juicy pussy. Her breasts shook harder and she reached for her left nipple, pulling and twisting at it as she moaned and writhed beneath her son.
"Mmmm... yes... oh god, Alan... please, don't stop... your cock feels so good," Kristin moaned through clenched teeth. Her heels dug into his back and she twisted about as his shaft filled her. When she had her first small orgasm she arched her back and held him to her, grinding her clit against him for a few moments before relaxing some. "More... please, Honey," she begged.
Alan could feel his own orgasm slowly building. He was breathing harder and holding his mother's firm rump tighter so his fingertips sank into her soft skin. He looked down, watching his shaft, wet and shiny with her juice, move in and out of her pink folds.
When her son quickly withdrew from her and straddled her Kristin knew what he would like. she smiled up at him, holding her breasts together. "Fuck them... cum all over them," she moaned.
Her son's slick cock moved between her mounds as he squeezed them and Kristin reached down between them. Her juice was running down to her ass and she began rubbing her aching clit. She came hard, lifting up from the bed and crying out. It was then she felt his cum splash over her.
"Oh god, Mom," Alan cried out as he came.
Kristin watched his his thick cum shot from his slit. The first blast sprayed over her chin and lips. As she was licking it from herself she felt more coating her breasts, running down over her nipples. She watched as her son kept pumping his glistening cock between her mounds, spreading his seed over her until he began to soften. With a heavy sigh he turned and rolled off of her onto his side.
The bedroom was quiet except for the heavy breathing of Kristin and her son for close to a minute. The air was charged and heavy with the musky scent of their lovemaking. After a short time Kristin turned on her side to face Alan. She could feel his cum running down her breasts and she wiped some from one with her finger to taste it.
"You're a wonderful lover," she said, brushing his hair from his eyes.
"Thanks," he said. "You're amazing too. I love you, Mom." Alan moved closer and kissed his mother's rosy cheek. Her skin was soft and hot on his lips.
"I just hope I didn't... disappoint you," she said, looking bashful.
"No way," Alan said. "You could never do that, Mom. No matter what we were doing." He slid closer to her so he could hold her and feel her body on his.
There was silence once more in the bedroom while Alan and his mother embraced, lazily running their hands over one another's bodies, exploring and touching.
"This has been the best date of my life," she said with a playful giggle.
"Mine too," he agreed, then thought for a few moments. "So, what are your plans for next weekend?"
Kristin smirked. "I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Hopefully something to top this," her son said.
"That sounds wonderful, but I don't know if I can wait that long," Kristin said.
Alan reached down and pulled the covers up over himself and his mother. He hugged her tight and kissed her. "Then we have the rest of the night to see if we can out-do what we just did," he said.