A Simple Conversation

With his eyes still locked on her, she sat back in the chaise and crossed her legs.

"Did you really just do that?"

"Do what?" she asked.

"You... Your... Did you just take off your panties in front of me?"

"Yes."

The rain picked up outside, but it did nothing to nullify the intense thundering of his pulse that rang in Aiden's ears.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to."

He sat still, partially fearful she could hear his heartbeat hammering away while he tried to slow it with long, deep breaths.

"Now, Aiden, my question," she said. "What are you thinking about now?"

His eyes focused on her underwear beside his drink, laid out neatly and barely within arm's reach.

"I'm... not sure I should say," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"I would like you to try."

His hand moved out toward her underwear as if by instinct. What did they feel like? Were they still warm? Did they have her scent? Her taste? She must want him to know. She had placed them near him for a reason, right? All he had to do was reach out a little further and find out. Yet at the last moment, he hesitated, his hand stopped and hovered over the sheer cloth. Evelyn watched as he picked up his glass instead and drained the rest of its contents.

"Well?" she asked.

Aiden's eyes studied her as he swished the drink in his mouth before swallowing.

"Many thoughts are running through my mind."

"Such as?"

He took a deep breath.

"Well, for one, my mother just took off her panties in front of me."

"I did."

"And you are now treating this like it's not a big deal."

"Is it?"

"How could it not be?"

"Did you see anything?"

"... No?"

Evelyn shrugged.

"Then how is it any different now than a moment ago?"

"Because now I know."

"You know what?"

"That you're not wearing any panties under your skirt."

"So?"

"So I'm struggling to think of why you did that."

"Has a woman ever done that in front of you?"

"Yes, of course."

"Why did they do that?"

"You know why. I still don't understand why you did."

"I already told you; I wanted to."

"Great, you wanted to. So how am I supposed to take that? As long as your panties are sitting on the table, all I can think about is where they are not."

"Which would be where?"

"Mom, don't play coy with me."

"I'm not being coy. I want to know what you are thinking about."

Face flushed red, Aiden bit his tongue, eyes narrowed on his mother and fighting desperately to ignore the heat that was building in his core.

"You know, this whole evening, you've been toying with me; with chess, with the pawn trick, and now whatever this is. So, I think this is another game of yours just to mess with me."

Evelyn uncrossed her legs, knees now separated a mere inch. Aiden's eyes instantly darted to the dark space beneath her pencil skirt.

"Are you looking for confirmation?"

"I... You..." He shook his head in disbelief. "This has to be a trick. Another sleight of hand, or something."

She parted her legs further, just barely, and watched her son's eyes flick down to catch her subtle movement.

"Yet you still look."

"It's a reflex. I'm sorry."

"I'm not upset."

"I know, but when a beautiful woman does something like that-"

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"... Of course I do. You're gorgeous."

Evelyn's heart fluttered, cheeks reddened, and her resolve hardened.

Once more, she stood. Aiden watched each and every move that she made as his mother crossed the small space to stand in front of him, her legs slightly parted. Her footing was strong, proud, and sure as she looked down at him with a fiery love in her eyes.

Aiden's couldn't take his eyes off of her. She stood so close he could smell the sweetness of her perfume. Her stomach at his eye level, directly in front of his face. Both her long, smooth legs ran down to the floor where she stood proudly in her high heels, feet set shoulder-width apart. Just enough room for the skirt to stretch taut between her legs, leaving a vacuum of unexplored space between her thighs shielded from his view.

"Would you like to know for sure?" she asked him.

"W-what?" Aiden stammered as he looked up at her.

"I believe your heard me."

"Mom?"

"It's like you said; it could have been a trick. They might still be there."

"Or..."Aiden's voice was raspy, barely a whisper.

"Or I might not be wearing anything at all."

Her hands bunched fabric at the base of the skirt, pulling the hem up ever so slightly.

"It's your move, Aiden."

Aiden looked at her, at what was being offered, and his nervousness gave way to laughter.

"This is too much. You're just playing with me."

"Everything's a game," she said.

His eyes narrowed on hers.

"Would you do it? Would you show me?"

She nodded.

"If you want me to," she replied. "Or, there are other ways you could find out."

Both mother and son stared into each other's eyes. The challenge had been placed.

Aiden felt his heart booming in his chest as his hands raised to her knees.

"Before you do," she said, only the slightest quiver in her voice. "I want you to consider what will happen either way. What you will find if proven right or wrong, and what that means for us. Do you understand?"

Evelyn watched his face shift from hesitant to purposeful. His hands moved like reflections and closed the distance to her skin, his fingertips brushing her bare knees. The sudden touch was like a jolt for them both, and even though she fought against it, a slight gasp escaped Evelyn's lips.

Ever so slowly, his hands traveled up, slipping under the edge of the fabric and gliding against her soft, supple thighs.

Now he had a choice, and Evelyn bit her lip in wonder and anticipation. Would his hand travel inside or out? Being the gentlemen, her son chose the latter and moved to the outside of her leg as it drifted higher and higher until his fingers spread against her bare hip finding only the feeling of her skin.

"Holy shit," he said as Evelyn smiled down at him with a wicked grin.

"Language, my love."

His fingers spread, feeling the curves of her hips and buttocks in the palm of his hands.

"I can't believe you did it."

"Why not? You saw me do it."

"Yeah, but I didn't... This is insane."

His hands shifted, sliding back and forth as he slowly massaged her cheeks.

"You don't seem to mind," she said as her eyes locked onto his groin.

Aiden looked down to see a tenting erection threatening to rip out of the fly. His mother was looking at his cock, staring at the impressive bulge it made beneath the pants. Evelyn couldn't help but wet her lip with her tongue.

"I suspect that is because of me," she said.

"Fair assumption," he replied. "It's been like that since you took off your underwear."

"Oh, really?"

Aiden nodded as his eyes were drawn to her breasts. Two small bumps pushed out against her white blouse where her nipples fiercely protruded.

"Looks like you are excited too," he said with a newfound confidence.

"Perhaps I am," she said. "Or perhaps it's the cool air."

"Maybe," he said with a knowing smile.

"But, there are other ways to know for certain," she said while looking him in the eyes. "Would you like to check that too?"

Evelyn held her breath as her son's strong hands held her firmly. He could feel her tremble in anticipation. Slowly, as if lead by a magnet, Aiden's right hand began to move and her heart went racing. His fingers slid up her inner thigh, across her mound and the tips slipped into the lips of her vagina. Evelyn was soaking wet.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as he felt her.

"Holy shit, Mom," he breathed. "You're..."

"Mmm-hmmm. I am," she said, watching him as his fingers became acquainted with her sex. "And watch your language, sweetheart."

Aiden marveled at the feel of her, the silkiness of her flesh, at the way the lips of her labia parted and kissed his probing digits. Her could feel her pelvic muscles squeeze and release while he pushed in deeper. He rotated his hand to cup her and felt the light tickling of hairs atop her mons. All this while staring at the fire flickering in her eyes.

"Aiden, my love. You know this is bad, don't you?" she asked as she bit the corner of her lip.

"I know," he said.

"We can't tell anyone."

"Not a soul." His finger found her clitoris. Her mouth opened and her eyes went wide.

"Ah, Fuck!" Her hand grabbed his wrist, holding him against her.

Such a sight he had. His mother sat atop his hand like a bicycle seat as she ground herself against him. Her face contorted in a shocked expression now overloaded with pleasure while she cooed and moaned.

"Yes, Aiden, just like that."

She grabbed onto his shoulders, steadied herself as she rolled her hips in frustrated thrusts against his hand. He, in turn, applied pressure, pushing up, almost lifting her from her loins.

"Ahhh!" Evelyn screamed and began writhing on her son's fingers as he pumped them in and out.

"Yes, Baby! Yes!"

"Oh, Mom, you feel so tight!" He marveled at how she grasped him as he wiggled his finger.

"Ai-den!" Her voice was a whimper. "That feels so good, Baby! Jennifer doesn't know what she was missing."

"Jessica," he corrected.

"Whatever! Just keep doing that!"

She rolled up her skirt, flipping it up and over her hips and fully exposing herself to her son, his hand glistening in her wetness. Evelyn barely registered the cool air as it washed over her exposed skin. Her focus remained on the burning heat from inside her loins.

Aiden was mesmerized, seeing his mother's vagina, parted and wet and grasping at his two fingers. He kept at it, timing his rhythmic pumping with her thrusts. Her womanhood was right before his eyes. Her scent, the natural aroma of his mother, filled his nostrils. It made his blood pump, his cock hard, and his mouth water.

"Mom?" he whispered while he withdrew his fingers, hearing her disappointed moan at the vacancy.

"Oh, Baby. No! Please put them back in me!"

"I want to taste you," he said as he grabbed her calf.

"Okay-Ah!" she cried out, eyes wide as he lifted a leg over his shoulder and dove his face into his mother's sweet muff while she stood.

It was like she was struck by lightning, every nerve alive and active. She marveled how he kissed, licked and sucked her lower lips into his mouth. The tip of his tongue would trace her slit, flick and twirl within, then lap up and down her box. His mouth locked on like she was water and he had been lost in the desert. And now, finally, he could drink.

With a rush of adrenaline, Evelyn looked at him, down below her heaving chest, below her rolling stomach, and the triangular patch of hair she kept prim and proper just for her. There he was, her boy, her sweet-sweet Aiden, suckling from the very hole that birthed him. Nursing from her cunt just like he had nursed from her breasts so many years ago. Only this time, he was satiating a different hunger. One that burned in them both.

It was a vision no mother should see. No son should taste what was saturating the tastebuds of his tongue. No son should hear the sounds she made as he nibbled and sucked from her cunt. Every ounce of morality screamed inside her to stop. Stop this madness now before she spiraled further. And just that thought, how wrong it was, how sinful, how shocked and disappointed it likely would have made her dear father; everything compounded into one thought. This was incest, and damn did it make her pussy flood.

"Yes, Aiden," she heard herself say. "Eat my cunt! Oh, God! Right there! Yes!!"

Being the ever-dutiful son, Aiden was all too happy to oblige.

"Oh my GOD!" she cried out as his tongue circled her clitoris and flicked the tiny bean. She began to quiver in his mouth.

Aiden watched from below as she popped the buttons of her blouse and tossed it off her body, followed quickly by her bra. His mother stood topless before him. Full and natural teardrops held firmly to her chest, capped with pink nipples that begged for attention. This wasn't a girl's body. This was a woman.

"Yes-yes-yes!" Evelyn groaned through gritted teeth while she deftly grabbed the swell of her right breast and tweaked her nipple between her finger and thumb. Her other hand grabbed firmly onto her son's head, fingers tugging at his hair as she ground her mound into his mouth.

Aiden felt her muscles flex and her leg tighten against his shoulder, her thighs squeezed him like she was about to be thrown off a bull. He could feel her tremble, hear it in her voice, her coos, and groans. She was close. So, very close, and he was determined to bring her that climax.

"Oh, Baby!" Her voice nearly squeaked. "Oh, Baby! Aiden! You're going to make me come!"

With victory in sight, he doubled down. His hands reached around and held her lower back and buttocks, pressing her tightly against him. She needed him and he could feel it, taste it, and hear it in her voice. It filled him with passion and hunger. It made him moan against her lips. The tiny vibrations reverberated through her sopping wet sex, causing her to buck against him.

"Oh God, yes! Yes, Baby! I'm going to come! Oh, God! Oh, God! AH!" Her voice raised an octave as she came hard into his mouth, body convulsing as her eyes rolled back. Aiden felt her legs tremble and held her firm, muscles aching as he supported her weight while her pussy quivered against his tongue.

With deep, long breaths, she calmed, skin flushed and sweaty. Her leg dropped off his shoulder leaving her to stand before him wearing only her skirt rolled up to her hips, and her lucky pair of heels. She grabbed his chin softly, lovingly, and leaned down.

The moment their lips touched, Aiden felt her tongue push into his mouth. It was a brief, but sensual kiss. She purred in his mouth as she tasted the juices from her pussy on her son's lips and tongue. So wicked and lovely and it filled her with lust.

"That was nice," she said as she brushed her thumb across his lips, their face inches apart.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Oh, I did," she said as she shivered in an orgasmic aftershock.

She stood and let the feeling wash over her as she rode the wave of pleasure gifted to her from her son. Yet he still had needs of his own. Her eyes settled on his crotch to find his cock still painfully tenting his pants.

"I wish there was something I could do for you," she said as she pushed the skirt over her hips. It fell down her legs where she stepped out of it, leaving her stark naked beside a small pile of forgotten garments.

"You don't have to do anything."

"I know. But what kind of mother would I be if..." Her eyes squinted, focusing just over his shoulder.

"What is it?" Aiden asked.

She shook her head.

"I don't know," she said, leaning forward. "Just.... Let me...."

She reached behind his head, her breasts swayed gently in front of his face.

"Oh my," she said as she brought her hand back holding a small foil package, flickering in the dim light.

In any other situation, he would roll his eyes. Yet what she held and the implications this provided, Aiden's cock nearly burst from his pants as he looked at the condom.

"Do you really want to?"

"Absolutely," she said. Her tone was determined, serious, and one he knew to never question.

As he tried to hide his smile, Aiden quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it out of his sight while his naked mother straddled his thighs. Her hands made quick work with his belt and fly, both of them now desperate and eager to free his package within. As Aiden pushed and Evelyn pulled, they yanked his pants and underwear off completely. Finally free, his pent-up erection sprang up and fell back against his stomach, the head shimmering in seminal liquid that oozed from the tip.

"Oh, Aiden," his mother whimpered as her eyes locked onto her son's cock. Hard and throbbing and ready, and all for her. It was thick, just where she liked it. It curved just where she wanted it. And the way it pulsed and throbbed made her tremble in anticipation. Oh, the pleasure it would bring her as it spread her walls, filling her in ways she dared not dream. It was beautiful, perfect, and of course it was, it belonged to her son. Her beautiful baby boy, no, her beautiful man... And what a man he had become.

Without thinking, she reached out and touched it, her fingers sliding along the underside, up the thick muscle until she wrapped them around the top, the ridge of the crown nestling into the web of her palm. She wanted to feel his weight, his girth. It was all new yet familiar and just the thought that this would soon be inside her prepped her pussy even further. She already knew he was going to touch parts of her she had never felt before and she was more than ready for these new, undiscovered sensations.

"Oh, Aiden," was all she could say before her id won out. She dropped to her knees and engulfed his cock in her mouth, driven by a hungry, primal purpose. His scent filled her nostrils as his taste spilled across her tongue, causing them both to moan as if hit with a shotgun blast of ecstasy.

"Fuck! Mom! Oh God!" Aiden cried out, feeling the mind-shattering sensation of her mouth, tongue, lips, and throat sucking and squeezing on his rock-hard penis.

In the dim room, lit only by candles and the fireplace, mother and son, naked and desperate, surrendered to their carnal desires. On her knees, Evelyn bobbed her head up and down as she sucked, drunk on the taste of her own son's precum.

She loved it. She loved all of it. The way his cock felt as it lurched and flexed and grew against her tongue. The look of love and lust and surprise on his face as he watched his mother suck his beautiful cock. How her lips would brush against his pubic hair while the head massaged her tonsils.The feel of his scrotum against her chin. All those sounds he made, those were because of her. Those were for her. It was all for her, and she wanted to hear more.

Evelyn pulled off suddenly, paying no mind to the trail of saliva that ran from her lips to his dick before it splashed carelessly against her breast. Aiden opened his mouth to protest, then stopped as his mother tore open the condom wrapper.

Expertly, she rolled the latex glove down his tool, stroking him in the process. He was covered, rigid, and ready. Back into his lap she crawled and lifted one leg. Aiden guided his tool up, and Evelyn grabbed hold, rubbing the head in the groove of her slit.

The reality of the situation suddenly sank in. It was as if they were both dunked in a pool of ice water and suddenly rendered sober.

Her lips trembled.

"I... Haven't had anyone in a..."

"It's okay," Aiden said, gently resting his hands on her thighs. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Evelyn looked deep into his eyes. She saw him standing strong, fighting back the same hunger as her pussy kissed his cock.

"Yes I do," she said, then she dropped her weight, taking her son's cock deep inside her wet pussy.

It only took a second, one luxurious slide down his pole and she took all of him to the root. Evelyn's eyes went wide, mouth agape as she wrestled with the waves of pain and pleasure from her suddenly stuffed vagina. She trembled, and Aiden felt it, the pressure of her vaginal walls squeezing him, her warmth, her fire, her heat. Even the thin membrane of the latex did little to dissipate the sensation of feeling her temperature from within.

He was inside his mother.

Her son was inside her.

"Aiden! Fuck, you're big," she barely breathed, breath raspy. Her cunt spasmed, squeezing her son and causing them both to moan in pleasure. "One second, let me... just give me a moment."