Sicily's Lesbian Son

Sicily hesitated. "I want Logan to come back," she said finally, feeling her heart sink.

"Don't worry. She'll be back. Let's play," the goddess's simple words seemed to permeate her making her feel better, believe and obey simultaneously. Sicily began walking toward the girl in the ocean, the water rising up her body and seeming to be a conduit of the goddess's powerful sexually stimulating energy. She walked until the water reached her bare pussy and a shockwave sent tremors through her whole body, waking her up abruptly.

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Sicily bolted out of sleep as if thunder had crashed. This time though, it took her less time to realize where she was, on the couch again with Dante. She had never had this vivid type of dream before where she could feel sensations and emotions so intensely. What could it mean? she wondered as she tried to piece together the vision again in her mind, only managing to remember how the goddess made her feel.

Her panties were soaked through to her khaki capris and she immediately shoved her hand between her legs and clenched her thighs. She wrestled with the decision to toy herself again, like she promised she wouldn't, or be a good mother and at least get off somewhere else.

It would feel so amazing to take off her pants and fondle herself right next to Dante. It had felt so good earlier, and besides, trying to move would only make her feel how wet she was and turn her on more. Sicily bit her lip and got control of her labored breathing, then glanced down at Dante to see if he was still sleeping. It was a bad move to peak since his skirt had flipped all the way up and his cute little Batman panties showed.

Sicily couldn't help but rub herself through her pants back and forth between her legs a few times before gathering the will to stop and clench again, squeezing her eyes shut. She was on fire and her nipples jutted out inside her tank and bra. All she could see was the goddess in the water begging her to come join her and she almost gave in and just stripped and molested herself again but she quickly got inspired with a bright idea.

Sicily quickly stood, bent and shook Dante to wake him up. "Hey, let's break in our new bikinis!"

"Wha... huh?"

"Lets take a dip in the pool, Tae Tae! I wanna swim, come swim with me!"

"It's, like, 55 degrees outside..." Dante said as he awoke. "Not hot enough."

"Oh... well... the hot tub then. Let's get in the hot tub! It'll be fun!" Sicily insisted, pulling him up from the couch and sending him up stairs to dress.

Can't molest your gay son if he's awake , Sicily thought but wondered if subconsciously she just wanted to see him in the bikini she just bought him, the same one the girl in the dream was wearing. She shook her head and followed behind to go to her room and don her own bikini - a little blue one with silver rings in the middle of the front and back of the top and rings on the sides of the bottoms.

Sicily finished dressing first and went to turn the tub on and get it ready. She adjusted the temperature just right and then got in, happy that her lust had all but subsided, that is, right up until Dante showed up minutes later.

He was wearing a little bikini with orange lace trim and black and white polka dot print with a triangle top that tied in the back. Sicily couldn't help but stare at his incredibly smooth and sexy body. She could swear he had curves, his body looked so feminine. She wondered if somehow there were breasts behind his bikini cups. As he came toward the tub, she noticed he even walked sexy. She was in trouble, but thankfully she couldn't see his luscious body once submerged.

"You look really amazing in that bikini, Tae. I almost didn't recognize you for a sec. I was like, 'who is this pretty girl coming my way?'" Sicily teased, sitting across from Dante in the hot tub.

Tae smiled, almost sure he was turning his mom on like he did that morning when she masturbated on him. "Let me see yours, mom," Tae said.

Sicily smiled, then stood up and twirled in one direction and then in the other. Dante thought it was a little risky to ask this of his mother but was immediately glad he did. Her body was gorgeous. So petite but still curvy, with small tits and a nice round ass, her abs, chest and thighs glistening wet in a tiny bikini. "Heavenly," Dante thought... aloud.

"Thanks Tae Tae! You really think I look heavenly? At 37 years old?" She asked as she stopped spinning, now standing with her hands on her waist. Sicily knew she was beautiful but she also loved to solicit complements.

"Of course! Mom, you're so gorgeous. The girls my age have nothing on you. Trust me."

"Yeah, well, I wish I had some of their tits. Just a little..." She contemplated as she grabbed and squeezed her flat chest.

"No, they're peperfect too. Not all guys... or girls like huge tits, mom."

"Yeah but something up top would be nice. I mean, you might even have bigger tits than I do!" Sicily giggled as she pulled down her bikini top and looked down at herself. It was almost an accident of familiarity, like getting undressed in front of a girl friend. But she figured it didn't matter since Dante didn't like boobs anyway.

"O my god, mom! Put those away!" Tae feigned trepidation at seeing his mother's beautiful, little breasts and her dark brown nipples. The last thing he wanted her to do was put them away and he regretted having to say that.

She sat for a minute examining her boobs, pupushing up the little flesh she did have to boost herself. They both laughed at her futile efforts. "See, you're laughing at me! I got the tiniest tits in the west, admit it or they stay out!" They both laughed.

"Fine. Keep 'em out then. I think they're cute. And those nipples... I wish mine could be like that. I got standard useless boy nipples," Tae said with a hint of exasperation.

Sicily got up and sat next to her son, breasts still out. The naughtiness of flashing her son gave her a glow in her lower belly she didn't want to give up. And Tae tried to act unaffected by it though his cock strained in his bikini bottoms.

"Lets see yours," Sicily suggested with a slight hope there would be something inside those cups.

"I... umm..." Tae hesitated, half of modesty and halfway embarrassed that he had nothing to show.

"C'mon, I showed you mine," Sicily coaxed with a grin. "Here, I'll help you." Sicily reached behind her son and pulled one of the bikini top strings, loosening the knot. She then pulled loose the string around his neck and Tae caught the top as it began to slip off his body. Dante loved how she was forcibly undressimg him, even if she didn't mean it to be sexual, it excited him to no end.

"Such a proper little priss!" Sicily complained facetiously as she slowly pulled away his hands, letting the bikini top fall in the water. She felt slightly predatory undressing her unwilling son, but relished in it rather than shame herself.

"I told you, nothing to see here," Dante shrugged as his mother examined him.

"Well, I guess I do have a little something," Sicily admitted giggling as she stared at his actual completely flat chest. "But these aren't 'typical useless boy nipples'. These are a bit more puffy than boys'. They actually look a lot like Logan's, except hers were really pink and..." Sicily paused, realizing the last thing she wanted to talk or think about at the moment was Logan.

She relaxed back against the rim of the hot tub after putting her bikini top back in place and helping Tae get back into his. They sat in relative silence for a few moments when Sicily decided to see if Tae was ready to open up about his sexuality. "So, Tae Tae... do you uh... have a boyfriend?"

"A boyfriend!? What... no! I'm not gay!" Dante blurted out.

Sicily looked surprised and confused. "But... you said... you didn't want that girl Taylor but you wanted to be like her... and then you said you wanted all the guys to like you!" Sicily pleaded her defence, knowing she didn't come to this conclusion on her own.

"I didn't say that! I said... I don't know but it wasn't that!"

"Oh, well I'm sorry, Tae. I didn't mean to... I just thought you were... just, I'm sorry, ok," Sicily softened her tone.

Dante took a breath. "I'm not mad, mom. Just surprised... But I guess I shouldn't be. I do wear panties and skirts and dresses and... everything. And I didn't mean to sound like being gay is bad... it's just that I'm not." He sat and thought for a moment, then he looked over to his mom. "Well, I guess I could say I'm a lesbian."

Sicily smiled, happy that she didn't actually offend her son and glad they got an understanding. But she still had a few questions. After a few moments of hugging and apologizing, Sicily asked, "so, what ever happened between you and Taylor?"

"Well, we never actually dated. But there was one time I was at her house after school. You were on vacation, I think, and her parents were gone too. I was almost sure she wanted to have sex with me. She kept asking me to come over to help 'clean her room'. When I got there, she wanted to watch a movie in her already clean room.

"Then she wanted to get under the covers, which she said we couldn't do in our clothes. So she strips down to her bra and panties, and I'm wearing some boxers and we get in bed together. She puts on Fifty Shades of Grey and lays on her side of the bed and we just ended up watching the entire movie, then another one, and another one and then I fell asleep.

"The next time I talked to her she was mad we didn't have sex, saying she needed someone who was willing to take control. But that's what I wanted. Someone to take control of me. To want me so bad they couldn't resist but to touch me and play with me and make me feel sexy and... take me."

"I see. So, you're still... a virgin?" Sicily asked.

"No. Well, yes and no. See, me and Taylor always stayed good friends and after I started wearing panties and stuff, she was the only one I told. So one day we had a sleepover and one thing lead to another and..."

"So, you did have sex? How is that 'yes and no'?"

"Taylor and I are technically virgins. I never penetrated her because she wants to give her virginity to someone special, 'a real man' she says. But we did other stuff in bed. We masturbated for each other, then she let me touch her puss- uh, vagina. Then she let me play with her butthole, she even let me lick it once."

"Wow. So, you played with her pussy, fingered her asshole and licked it!? That's not 'yes and no'," Sicily chuckled. "You guys have done things I haven't even done."

"Really? I thought that was pretty basic stuff..."

"That's what pornstars want you to think, but it's hard to find a woman who likes to lick your asshole or who likes to have theirs fingered. To this day I have never had someone lick my ass. Logan said she would eventually, but never got around to it. Even when we had our threesome she didn't let her cousin lick my ass because she wanted to be the first once she built up the nerve," Sicily divulged.

"Wait. A threesome. With Logan. And her cousin? That's so nasty!" Sicily nodded her head at each statement and chuckled at the last.

"Yeah, that's what I thought at first but it made it so much hotter that the two girls' pussies I was licking were related. We even role-played that they were sisters and I was their mom, it was so..." Sicily paused before she got too excited, not meaning to introduce mother-daughter incest into the conversation with her lesbian son.

"That sounds... fun," Dante was getting turned on by this sex talk he was having with his mother and didn't want the conversation to end or to get off the subject. "The closest I ever got to a threesome was when I stole a pair of Taylor's mom's panties out the bathroom hamper. When Taylor and I played, we sniffed her mother's panties the whole time we touched each other. I don't think she knew they were her mom's but it was amazing!"

Sicily's body radiated sexual energy as she listened to her son's naughty tale of a mother's stolen panties, realizing and hoping he might have done the same with hers. She was hopeful and horny enough to ask. "So, you like to sniff mothers' panties when you're getting off?"

Tae knew exactly what was being asked and though he was nervous, he wanted her to know how he felt. "Mhm" he replied with a bashful grin.

"Sooooo, do you ever... sniff my panties?" Sicily asked teasingly with a smile, looking him in the eye.

Tae's nervousness grew and so did his excitement. He just blushed and tried to suppress a big smile. "I... might have... one or two... dozen times," Dante admitted as he laughed off his nerves, then looked up at his mother whose face dazzled with glee and excitement. Apparently she approved, which made Tae more comfortable and more horny.

"So... have you ever... masturbated to me, mom?" Dante asked tentatively, already knowing the truth.

"Uh... not... no, I... You know I like girls," Sicily tried to escape the shame of her actions that morning. Even though Tae thought of himself as a lesbian, it was still inappropriate to masturbate on him while he was sleeping.

"But don't you think I'm a pretty girl?"

"Yes, baby, but... you're my little boy."

"Little girl," Tae corrected.

"You know what I mean. I'm your mother. It wouldn't be right for me to do that."

"So you're ok with me jacking off with your panties but you think I would judge you for playing with yourself on the couch while I was sleeping?"

Sicily froze. He knew. She stared at him speechless. "Yeah, I was awake. It's hard to stay sleep when your feet suddenly get wet. But its ok though mom, I really don't think you have anything to be ashamed of. Like you said, we all do it."

"I know, but it's not right for your mom to do it while touchung you in your sleep. And to be turned on so much by you, I felt so guilty. I used you and your self discovery for my own personal pleasure. I'm sorry, baby."

"Well, maybe that's what I want. To be used for your personal pleasure. Maybe I liked that you were so turned on by your little girl that you couldn't help yourself. That's a compliment! It means I'm just that sexy!" Dante chirped excitedly. "And you have to know by now how much you turn me on."

"What? I do?"

"Yes!"

"I don't believe you. Prove it!" Sicily knew what she was asking for, and wasn't sure she should have.

Dante got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub on the deck with his feet on the first step. He pulled the strings on his bikini bottoms and let it slide into the water to show his straining little cock. "This is what you do to me, mom. All day and all last night. And even before then. You turn me on and I think it's ok that I turn you on too!"

Sicily was surprised by Tae's boldness, though his labored breathing and stuttering displayed his nervousness, it was quite the show of support for being halfway molested. And instead of fighting against it as she had all day, she gave in a little.

"I... guess it's ok that we make each other hot," she said, staring directly at his cute little dark pink-tipped prick. "And... I suppose we did already masturbate to each other and that wasn't bad, right?"

"Right," Tae said softly.

"So... Maybe we can just draw the line there, at touching ourselves," Sicily suggested.

"Mhm," Tae agreed, smiling and kicking his feet in the water, leaving his cock out in the open.

They stared at each other with sparkly lust in their eyes for a few moments and then Sicily raised up to seat herself next to Dante, draping her right leg over his left and slipped her hand down inside her wet bikini bottoms. She let out a deep sigh as she rubbed up a down her aching slit, which welcomed the much needed attention.

Dante sat wide-eyed, watching mom play with herself in unbelief until she grabbed his hand and placed it on his his cock, enticing him to play with it. And he did as his mother desired, stroking himself with his eyes fixed on her laboring hands, dying to see what was going on inside her bathing suit.

The twosome stroked themselves to madness, beginning to moan softly and sqirm on the deck while they watched each other. Sicily stopped momentarily to remove her bikini top so she could stimulate her nipples, then laid back on the deck with her legs wide and her feet still in the pool, continuing the assault on her sensitive clit and slit while pinching her sensitive nubbies.

Dante reached his threshold quickly but decided to slow it down to wait for mom. He relaxed himself and laid back next to Sicily, slowing his strokes as his mom sped hers up. "I want you to cum first, mom. You deserve it."

"Aww sweety," Sicily sighed as she diddled herself with her left hand and clasped his with the right, interlocking their fingers. She then lidted and kissed the back of his hand, grateful to have such a considerate little girl. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, mom," Dante breathed, trying not to lose control as her words almost pushed him over the edge.

"Call me 'mommy', sweety! Tell me you want mommy to cum!" Sicily breathed desperately, lost in a world of lustful brilliance.

"Yes, mommy... cum for me. Cum for your little girl! Please, I need it!" Dante cried, removing his hand from his cock and using it to massage Sicily's hard nips, trying to get her off before he would explode. But it was too late. Even without stroking, he began to cum off the sheer taboo and excitement of the moment, but fortunately so did she.

They both expelled high, feminine moans from deep within as they came, Dante oozing white, sticky cum onto his pelvis and Sicily squirting her lady cream all over the deck through her bikini. "Mmm, you make mommy feel so good Tae Tae!" Sicily exclaimed as she rode out her long orgasm, squirming and spasming on the deck as Tae softly rubbed her breasts, abdomen, hips and legs.

They laid out panting for a while, still holding hands, the heat of the hot tub keeping them warm in the cool night. "I can't believe we just did that," Sicily said, staring blankly up into space.

Dante, detecting the traces of guilt in her voice, spoke up. "Don't do that, mom. Don't get all guilty on me. I loved every minute of what we just did, and I love you. So stop feeling bad about it... please," there was a bit of plea in his voice, as he hoped her guilt wouldn't push them away. This is the closest he had been to his mother in a long time and he didn't want any part of it to go away.

"It's not that, hon'. I was... just thinking about Logan. What she would think of all this..."

"It doesn't matter what she thinks anymore, she left you... in Mexico. She doesn't get to have an opinion!"

"I know, but I... I don't want it to be over between us. I can't stop thinking about her. She's the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and she's even in my dreams and when I wake up, it's her again. The way it ended was just so abrupt... I didn't even get a chance to explain myself."

Dante sat up and looked down at his mother. He wished he could do something to help. He felt no jealousy toward Logan, but rather compassion for his mom. "Well, maybe you could call her?"

"I can't. She left her cell in Mexico when she left. I actually have it in my room. I planned on giving it back to her but... I don't know what will happen when I see her. I'm afraid the next time we talk, it'll be to 'get closure'. I don't want that to happen, so..."

"I understand. But it's not going to do you any good to live in limbo, mom. If she breaks it off, then you can move on. But if she doesn't, that'll be great for both of you. And there's only one way to find out, but you have to be brave enough to face whatever is going to happen."

Sicily sighed. "I know. I know. I guess I just needed time to think. I'm going to go to her house tomorrow to see if we can work things out. But that's for tomorrow, for now, shall we continue this girl's night indoors? Its getting a little chilly."