Idle Rich

Returning to the house, Ed looped around to the backyard to take a swim. The pool was still deserted. Again he felt that twinge of disappointment, but he shook it off. He pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his sneakers, and dove into the pool. Ed swam a few laps, stretching out and taking it easy. The water felt bracing and cool after his run. Ed felt great. When he started to feel tired, he dragged himself up on deck and collapsed into one of the chaise lounges. He would let the sun dry him, and might get a head start on his tan in the process.

Ed folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He kind of wished his mother had made good on his promise. . . but on the other hand, it was probably for the best. . .

"Good morning, Eddie," Blake's voice carried from the patio door. Ed's eyes snapped open and he half sat up as his mother sauntered out to the deck. She had the sunhat on and her dark sunglasses, and both the necklace and the anklet glinted in the mid-morning sun. A short terrycloth robe, loosely tied, barely covered her luscious body. Her tits bobbed beneath the robe with each step, and the hem of the robe was short enough to show the tops of her golden thighs. Blake carried a towel and bottle of suntan lotion in one hand and a Long Island iced tea in the other.

"Hey Mom," Ed said automatically. He started to rise from his seat, but Blake waved him back.

"Don't let me disturb you," she said. "I'm just going to soak up some rays." She set her drink and lotion on the table beside the free chaise and draped her towel across the chair. Ed watched in anticipation as his mother tugged on the belt tying her robe closed. He half expected to see a bikini. It wasn't possible that she would make good on her threat. . . was it?

But when Blake shrugged out of the robe and the garment slid to the ground, Ed saw his mother's nude body for the second time. She was even more amazing up close. Her breasts were full and springy, large globes with dusky, silver dollar sized nipples that began to harden in the cool morning air. They dipped slightly, due more to their size and weight than his mother's age. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide and flaring, and at the juncture of her thighs was her pussy. Above those delicious pink lips was a narrow strip of red hair. Her legs were long and tan and toned, and the cheeks of her ass looked firm and tight, though Ed didn't get a good look at it.

"Like what you see?" Blake purred as she settled into her chair.

Ed realized he was staring and forced himself to look away. He also realized that the swim had left his running shorts plastered to his body, and though the cold water had done its work, seeing his mother naked body a bare few feet away from him was reversing the effect. He shifted awkwardly in the chair, lifting and bending a leg to provide partial cover.

"Am I making you nervous?" his mother asked him. "You have seen a naked woman before, haven't you?"

"Yes," Ed admitted automatically. "But not like. . ."

"Oh?" Blake interrupted. She picked up the suntan lotion. "What kind of women have you been looking at?" She popped the cap on the lotion and sprayed some onto the upper slopes of her breasts. Ed watched in rapt fascination as she began to spread the lotion around, squeezing and kneading her cantaloupes with both hands, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her slim hands snaked down her belly, spreading the lotion across her body. The cocoa smell of the lotion filled the air, mixing with the scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass. "Edward, did you hear me?"

"What?" Ed said. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Blake's hands glided across her thighs. "I asked you," she said, emphasizing each word, "what kind of women have you been looking at?" Her palm lightly fluffed her bush, and Ed forced himself to look away. His cock was gaining the consistency of an iron bar, stretching and tenting his shorts.

"Just girls," Ed said, his voice muted.

"Speak up, baby," Blake said, coating her calves and feet with lotion.

"I said, just girls," Ed said a little louder. "You know, at school."

"I see," Blake nodded. She coated her shoulders and arms, her fingers moving lightly across her skin. Her tits bobbed with each movement, the nipples hard and begging to be nibbled. "Have you been fucking these girls?" Blake asked nonchalantly.

"Mom!" Ed exclaimed, surprised.

Blake threw her head back and laughed, a rich, throaty chuckle that sent shivers down Ed's spine. "Am I being too forward?" she asked. "I thought we might be able to avoid dancing around the subject given the present circumstances. Is that a problem?"

"No," Ed admitted. He tried to meet his mother's eyes behind her sunglasses, but the lenses were too dark. Could she see how hard she had made him? "I guess not. I'm just a little surprised, is all."

"I know," Blake said, "I haven't been as involved with your life as I probably should have been. I hope to change that soon, if you'll let me."

"Sure, Mom," Ed said. He didn't know what else to add.

She flashed him a scintillating smile. "Thanks, Eddie." Blake then turned over, flashing her sweetly rounded backside at him. It was every bit as perfect as Ed knew it would be. Blake stretched out upon the chaise lounge and set her head upon her folded arms. "Would you be a dear and do my back?" she asked.

Ed opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again. "Sure," he gasped. Ed surreptitiously adjusted his hardened cock and rose to his feet. He stepped next to his mother and reached across her to pick up the lotion. With trepidation he knelt beside her and raised the bottle of lotion. He sat frozen for a long moment, paralyzed by a discomfiting mix of guilt and lust.

"Well," Blake asked, "what are you waiting for?"

Ed swallowed, though his mouth was dry. What was he waiting for? He took a deep breath and squirted a string of lotion across his mother's upper back. She shivered, but said nothing. Ed's hands shook as he pressed them onto his mother's back and began to rub the lotion into her skin.

"Mmmm," Blake purred as his hands kneaded her flesh. She was warm, pliant and firm at the same time, and Ed massaged her with his fingers as he worked. He worked his way slowly downward, tracing his fingers along her spine and pausing at it's base, where the line of her back met her posterior. Her skin was so soft and supple, despite the deep tan that should have prematurely aged her skin. The lotion helped, he supposed, and she must have used other, more foreign unguents as well.

Why was he thinking such thoughts, he wondered idly? Why, to keep his cock from going off, his mind answered glibly. He was as hard as he had ever been in his life, his cock making an uncomfortable tent in his running shorts. The shorts had mostly dried from the swim, but there was a wet spot growing at his crotch, where the precum was leaking in copious amounts from his turgid member. His mother's quiet sighs and purrs were making him harder still.

"Why did you stop?" she asked suddenly, softly, playfully.

"I... I..." Ed stammered.

"Come on, Eddie," Blake said. "I'm your mother," she added, putting careful emphasis on the third word, an emphasis that caused an inexplicable lurch in Ed's shorts. "Surely you can do this one teensy little favor for your own mother?"

"Of course," Ed said brokenly. He picked up the bottle of suntan lotion once more and sprayed a jet into his palm. The liquid was cool, but nearly white, and as he placed his palm against his mother's left buttock, he imagined it was his jism he was smearing on her ass. With a dry throat and a pounding heart, Ed coated his mother's springy backside with the lotion, savoring the feel of her muscular backside in his hands. He parted the twin globes to be sure to spread the liquid evenly, and the pink bud of her asshole winked at him.

Beneath the bewitching smell of his mother's perfume, the cocoa butter of the lotion, and the chlorine from the pool, Ed detected a purer scent, a more natural scent that his nose knew intimately and his brain could barely process. Blood surged through his temples and his cock as Ed's eyes swept down between his mother's legs and saw something that his nose knew to be true and his eyes could not believe. The coral pink lips of his mother's pussy were enflamed with blood, and beads of dew glimmered upon them. The lips were opening, revealing a brighter pink beneath, and a sheen of delicious moisture.

She was as aroused as he was! Ed realized with a shudder. Blake purred again, and her buttocks flexed under Ed's palms.

This was too much for the young man. He released his mother's ass with a barely suppressed groan and doubled over, careful not to jostle the lounge upon which she lay, as his cock lurched and bucked within the confines of his shorts. A wet stain spread across the front of his shorts. Ed was paralyzed as his orgasm took him, and he hoped fervently that his mother didn't notice, didn't hear. Still his cock shuddered and spat its load, and as the warm, gelid substance began to slip down his thigh, Ed recovered his motor skills. He ran clumsily toward the house, his engorged cock never flagging, and burst through the back door. He limped up to his room and collapsed in a heap on his head, his heart pounding and a terrible shame washing over him.

His mother's last words, carried on the wind as he ran into the house, were, "But Eddie, what about my legs?"

He recovered his senses hours later. He could tell because of the slant of the sunbeams crossing the floor of his room. Ed groaned and sat up. He dragged his dried and crusty shorts off himself with a wince. His dick looked raw and red to his eyes, though he hadn't touched it. The morning's events replayed before his eyes, and he shuddered with guilt and lust. Naked, he padded into his bathroom and took a long, blisteringly hot shower. The spray of water struck his skin like hot needles, and he tried to master his conflicting emotions.

How could this be happening? he wondered. He was attracted to his mother -- not simply attracted, he amended with a self-recriminatory snarl, he wanted to fuck her brains out, to jet his seed deep into her womb, to splatter her amazing tits with gallons of semen, to stain her face and hair with his cum. And she wanted him too, didn't she? That much had been apparent by the pool, but whether that was conscious or not remained to be... no, Ed decided, it was indeed conscious. His mother was seducing him.

Madness! But was it? Since he accidentally saw her fuck the pool boy, she had been unnaturally attentive to him. Dinner in that outfit, "accidentally" brushing his leg, the missing shirt -- had she taken it? -- prancing around naked by the pool, coating her tits and belly and thighs with the lotion and then urging him to do her back... Ed's fevered thoughts paused. His cock was rampant between his thighs. The hot water was almost painful as it struck his delicate skin.

Instinctively he gripped himself and began to stroke evenly, but then suddenly yanked his hand away as if burned. What was she doing to him? His own mother! But God, so fucking hot, so sensual, so unattainable.

Ed shook water from his eyes and turned off the shower. The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror virtually opaque. Ed picked up a towel and dried himself. He wrapped it around his waist and entered his room. The sun had dropped dramatically while he deliberated in the shower, and twilight was fast approaching. He looked around his room with a complete loss as to what to do. Why hadn't he gone to Florida?

A light knock sounded at his door. It was an unfamiliar sound. Both Amelie and Sal had distinctive knocks, and since Ed did not recognize the sound, it could only be...

"Ed?" his mother's voice sounded through the door. "Are you up?"

Ed opened his mouth, and found that despite the moisture in the air his throat was dry. "Yes," he finally managed to croak, when he saw the doorknob start to turn. It paused, and he knew his mother was waiting on the other side for him to open the door.

"I... I wanted to let you know that dinner would be ready in about a half hour," Blake said hesitatingly. There was a foreign note in his mother's voice, something like uncertainty. "I made it myself," she added, the uncertainty in her tone growing. "I haven't done that in a while, but considering the... circumstances, I gave Amelie and Salvador some time off." She paused again, and a delicious shiver ran through Ed's body. Alone in the house with his mother...

"You will come down for dinner, won't you?" his mother said, almost pleading.

"Yeah," Ed heard himself say. It was almost a whisper. "Yeah," he repeated, louder. "Be there in a minute." Something like a throaty giggle sounded from the other side of the door, and he heard his mother's light tread move down the hall.

Ed's heart hammered in his chest. What was he getting himself into? Madness. Evil. Incest. The words burned into his brain. And yet... and yet... how amazing would it be to make her cry out his name in passion? To see her eyes glaze with lust as they looked upon him? To hold his mother in his arms they no son ever should? The pressure from his growing cock loosened the simple knot of his towel, and the wet fabric dropped to the floor with a slap. His cock bounced against his abdomen with a similar sound.

Feeling self-conscious, Ed pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs to meet his destiny. He had to stop and adjust himself twice before he made it to the dining room.

The dining room was empty, save for the two place settings on top of the table. With some trepidation, Ed took his seat and stared at the door that led to the kitchen. Nothing happened. After a while, Ed decided that sitting there was doing no good, so he stood up and went into the kitchen. The room was empty, save for a few pots bubbling on the stove. Frowning, Ed moved toward the sink and looked out the window. There he found his mother, standing beside the grill with a pair of tongs in one hand and a Long Island ice tea in the other, grilling a pair of steaks. She wore her slinky red kimono, and perhaps nothing else. Ed couldn't be sure.

Blake turned her head, perhaps sensing the watcher, and when she saw Ed, she smiled broadly, flashing perfect and pearly teeth. Ed felt his shorts constrict tightly against his flesh. With a nod and a weak smile of his own, Ed backed away from the window and back to the dining room.

Ed leaned back in the chair and tapped his fingers along his thighs. It wasn't too late to back out, he told himself. Soon it would be. If he dashed out now, took a car into town and went to see a movie... but then he'd be dodging his mother all week...

The kitchen door swung open easily and his mother glided into the room, her bare feet whispering across the wooden floor. Her perfume hit Ed like a sledgehammer, and his cock lurched against the fabric of his shorts. Blake smiled sweetly and set a bottle of Sam Adams on the table before Ed. A curl of cold air rose from the rim of the bottle, and already condensation was forming on the glass. Blake leaned over, flashing a generous amount of cleavage and showing Ed that without a doubt the silk robe was indeed all she wore. Between her breasts Ed caught a flash of her smooth belly and the mound beneath. Ed's ability to speak momentarily left him.

"I figured a beer would be alright with dinner," Blake purred. "With your father gone, you're the man of the house. With all the privileges that post entails." Her dark eyes fell upon his crotch and widened momentarily. Without another word, she swished back out to the grill.

Ed stared at the bottle of Sam for a long moment, then with something of a resigned sigh, picked it up and took a long pull.

He was halfway through the beer when his mother returned, laden with two plates heaped high with steak, rice, and steamed broccoli. Her perfume washed over him teasingly as she put his plate down before him. Involuntarily he sniffed the air, and she touched his nose lightly with her forefinger. Ed flushed scarlet.

Dinner passed with little conversation. Not having eaten all day, Ed dug into the meal with undisguised gusto. Blake ate carefully, watching her son throughout the meal. She paused occasionally to freshen her drink or fetch Ed another longneck. For his part, Ed tried not to look at her, but failed spectacularly. Her amazing body, fresh scent, and beautiful face were too much of a temptation. So he watched as her tits bobbed happily beneath her robe, her necklace glinted, or her ass flexed tightly as she left the room. By the third beer Ed decided that, guilt or no guilt, trepidation or no trepidation, he simply had to have her.

Perhaps she sensed this, for her bare foot brushed up against his calf once more, and this time Ed didn't flinch. He moved his leg closer to the questing foot. He earned an arched eyebrow and a bemused smile in return. Her toes traced the line of his calf, and her foot crept its way up his leg. She slid along his thigh.

Ed had stopped eating, a chunk of steak wedged between teeth and cheek, fork and knife gripped tightly in his fists. His mother's foot pressed against his engorged cock, lightly at first but with growing pressure. Ed forced himself to start chewing again. Blake sipped innocently at her drink while her foot caressed him, urging him closer and closer to an explosion.

Ed swallowed and set his utensils flat on the table. "I think I'm finished," he said, breathing heavily.

The first and second toe of Blake's foot separated and traced the length of Ed's engorged penis. "Oh?" she said. "Did you save room for dessert?"

"What's for dessert?" Ed gasped.

Blake's foot pressed hard into Ed's crotch once again, and she looked him straight in the eye. Full lips curled into a secret smile. "Me, of course."

"Of course," Ed repeated. It came out with something of a squeak that made his mother laugh. Her foot retreated, and for a moment Ed thought he had made some sort of mistake, but she when she stood up she held out her hand for him to take.

Ed pointed at the table and the plates, but Blake waved her hand. "Leave that for the morning, we have more important things to concern ourselves with."

She led him into the living room, of all places, with the low leather couches and huge television and dark wood paneling. They stepped down into the room, walked around the couch, and then Blake turned around and pressed her plush and yielding body up against her son's. Her eyes bored into his with a smoldering intensity. She cupped his chin with one hand, then traced his cheek and threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breath tasted of alcohol and her lips drew close to Ed's. His mouth parted slightly preparing for the kiss.

But she surprised him. Her eyes flashed and she grinned impishly, and a moment later she had pushed him down onto the couch with a thump and a creak of leather. She pivoted on her heels and used her knees to gently push Ed's knees apart. Blake leaned down and placed her palms on her son's shoulders, showing again the amazing view down the center of her robe. Her heavy tits strained against the fabric of the garment, and the ties fell against Ed's crotch. With Ed's unwavering gaze locked on those delightful breasts, he barely noticed when Blake lightly kissed his forehead, a dry, chaste, and motherly gesture.

Blake had rarely kissed him. Indeed, she had rarely been this close to him, and Ed could probably count the number of hugs he'd received from her on one hand.

The black mood that threatened at that thought never had a chance to fully form, as Blake moved down his face and kissed the tip of Ed's nose. This time he felt wetness as her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to taste him. Then her lips were on his, and as he opened his mouth, her tongue surged forward, wrestling with his own, tasting and teasing him. Ed found his hands were on his mother's broad hips, kneading the flesh beneath. Her own hands had left his shoulders and now threaded through his hair, pulling and pushing against his head, trying to somehow get his face, his lips, his tongue closer to her.