Sun Lotion and Sin

His erection pressed into her she was under no illusion of his heightened arousal, his desire. She had to stop this now, the passion in the kiss they shared was undeniable, unstoppable and she couldn't let him be so awakened only to stop abruptly. She couldn't let things go any further. The debate in her head only lasted a moment, sanity pushed away by something she couldn't put a name on. Her hands moved down his chest towards his waistband, easing her thumbs beneath its tightness she tugged them gently down until they fell to the ground, he stepped his feet out and kicked them aside, she glimpsed down to see his erection standing firm and proud, taking it in her hand, stroking the length with a feather touch.

He caught his breath, he was where he wanted to be, at last he could remove her robe and explore her fully without pretence. She cupped his balls and stroked his erection and he feasted his eyes on the bosom. He could see the tip of his cock reached well passed her belly button. He stood higher in his standing so her stroking hand could graze her own breasts as she caressed him. The visual sensation of breast and manual stimulation was bringing him close. She sensed this and moved her face closer to him and whispered "slow down if you can." He thought "I wish it could slow down". His hands reached around and took two handfuls of bottom. The costume was stretchy and easily moved to one side, his probing fingers found her hole and he guided his longest finger under to find a yielding warm wet spot she drew a sharp breath when he touched her there.

Her hands stopped their movements. Her heart beat fast and fierce, a deep flush reddened her cheeks, as her lips prepared to form the word stop, he whispered close to her ear "you are getting wetter here" she was, of course, all too aware of this, her body a traitor to the resolve she was putting in place, "does that mean I'm touching in a way you like?" As he spoke, his finger, moved within her, in the most forbidden place, her clitoris was aching, throbbing. She grasped his wrist, guiding his fingers to her pleasure spot.

He rolled the bikini bottoms away with his free hand, he had to stoop to get it past her knees and when his eyes were level with her patch of hair and now prominent clitoris he reached around and gently pulled her body close to his face and placed a gentle kiss on her fragrant musk. He let his tongue taste the outer most part. She clamped his shoulders in a firm grip and said "oh yes, yes". He placed the tip of his nose on her clit and attempted to lick and suck her opening and taste her sacred lips. The pressure of his nose and movement of his tongue made her knees buckle a little and she still held his shoulder firmly.

Reaching out her hand she grasped the counter top to steady herself. No thoughts now, overtaken by the sensations of his lips and tongue, what he had earlier practiced on her nipple he was now perfecting on her clitoris. She felt her body begin to contract, as the first wave of orgasm started "Oh god NO!" taking all she had left of sense, she removed her hand from his shoulder putting it on his head pushing him away, she could not, she thought, let this happen, most certainly she could not allow herself to come on his tongue.

Taking a step back so as to lean against the counter, closing her eyes to compose herself, as much as she could, she did not see as he rose to his feet, did not see him step towards her until he was directly in front of her, knew nothing until she felt his hands grip her firmly either side of her waist. Even with such inexperience he knew his bolt upright penis would only be welcome if both were as one, he was no forcer and this bond was too sacred to break with a forced action. He slid both hands below her hips and started to lift her to the counter. He thought his mother was light but not this light. He then realised she had grabbed the counter edge and was raising herself onto the edge at the same time. She smiled and held his tumescence in an open palm and bent the virile growth towards the counter edge. The tip glistened with his pre-cum, her pubic hair glistened with her desire.

Their lips made contact again, no chaste testing now, she could taste the flavour of her bitter sweet juice as their tongues entwined. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, still guiding his hardness towards her.

She edged her bottom closer to the front of the counter, his young cock pointing so straight it tipped his own belly. She pulled his head to her left breast and he feasted. His ball sac pressed the counter edge, his cock, like a young inexperienced colt, did not cooperate and stubbornly pointed to his flat stomach, She reached for his young manhood.

Beginning to stroke and soothe him telling him softly to slow down, to breathe deeply, to feel the sensations in his body, coaching him into a less excited state, just enough to allow his overexcited cock to relax to a point where it could be manipulated, directed to the point of entry of the most forbidden place.

"Look at my face, my eyes and my hair, look at me above the neck." He followed her bidding. She grasped his young cock and pressed her thumb firmly and gently on the tip of his cock head.

He was good to his intentions and stayed on her face, and not looking at the full breasts or excited clitoris below. With her other hand she held his cheek and used her other thumb to stroke his temple. She lowered him so his tip made contact with the trimmed hair of her pubis and finally to the outer lips of her waiting sex.

He could hold back not a second longer, he looked into her eyes for an unspoken consent, she returned the gaze for the same. The slide in would be gentle she thought. I will cum immediately he was thinking. He moved is bottom in, she gripped him tight between her thighs and the his tip finally touched velvet.

Time stood still, both relishing in sensation and anticipation of the final plunge. The sun broke through the window bathing them both in a summer bath of light. Mum groaned and son was wrapped tightly. He could smile at last. One thrust and a smile broke on her face, her breasts moved to the movement of their sex. He watched as they moved pendulous, hypnotic.

The feeling of being swaddled within, safe, warm , comfortable. Heat rose within him, his balls tightened more before fresh sensations washed over him. His build up had been long and he will have mental snapshots of this day to return to for some time to come but for now he was thrusting. She had her right palm placed open on his chest her left hand held his arm.

He looked down to see his engorged cock on the out stroke, he was gaining confidence now. His head bent to breast and sucked, she cupped the breast he suckled. "Go gentle" she said, he moved to the other breast and thrust some more. "Kiss my lips now." He straightened up and kissed her full on the lips both of their chests flat together his cock now at its deepest.

Her body began to twitch, slight jerks to begin with then stronger, for a second he stopped thrusting, not sure quite was happening but seeing her head thrown back, an open mouthed smile on her face, he realised it was alright to continue, he watched her belly tense, listened to the deep throated moans, inhaling the pungent aroma of their heat, senses filled he thrust harder and deeper her legs tightening around him as she shuddered against him, a rush of fresh wetness covered him

He felt a rolling of her muscles around his cock, a grip and release, he felt another. Each pulse he felt brought a new cry of yes from her. He let his arms fall to his side and raised himself to his full height and even higher again onto his toes, he felt the tightening in his balls, the pleasure centres in his brains lit up and he felt the first spasm the pleasure was so great and the liquid gush was like his first ever.

His hips continued to rock as if of their own accord, he was no longer in control of his body, immersed in the pleasure he was feeling, in the feeling of his masculinity.

Their combined fluids began to seep out and trickle down her inner thigh. His forehead rested on her shoulder as he bucked his last spasm - he grasped behind her knees and pulled her closer - emptying the very last seed.

He giggled involuntarily but stopped himself for fear of insulting and apologised. "Its ok" she replied "you are at your most vulnerable now and all reactions are unplanned and unscripted."

She looked down as he withdrew. "Slowly" she begged as she experienced a fresh pleasure surge as the cock head passed her tight lips. A drip could be seen falling from him and more fluid mix rolled out of her and down between her bottom cheeks and onto the counter. She grasped his stiff forearms and gently lowered herself to the kitchen floor. "I will freshen up" she said and without looking back she thanked him and called him love.

The water of the shower rained down on her, her head filled with thoughts she didn't want to think. She soaped herself and rinsed, maybe a little longer than usual. As she stepped out and wrapped the large towel around her she caught sight of herself in the mirror, still slightly flushed, she stared at her reflection for a moment, feelings of shame washing over her, her throat tightened, tears formed in her eyes...at that moment, the door opened, she watched in the mirror as he approached behind her, his arms circled her waist, his head bent to rest on her neck..."please, don't be upset, that was so beautiful, so amazing. Thank you."

She turned in his arms to face him. "Yes my love, it was most beautiful, but, it will not happen again. I was with you for every one of your firsts, now I can know that it is without exception. My darling you will be a remarkable lover for someone, you are so ready."

Now it was his turn to be filled with unshed tears "I love you so much."

"And I you, that will never change."

She touched her hand to his cheek, raised herself onto her toes and gently kissed his lips.

"Hop into the shower, I'm going to dress and put the kettle on, when you are ready I shall see you in the kitchen."

She dressed slowly and purposefully, she ignored the summer clothes laid out and instead selected fresh cotton underwear. She smiled as the cotton gusset was made wet by some dropping fluid that emerged from her. That's the lot she thought. She put on the white lace bra, settling her breasts in place and her nipples still tingled from the recent close attention. A plain summer dress completed the outfit. This will dial the temperature down she thought as she made her way to the kitchen.

He turned on the shower and before stepping in placed an open palm on his balls and ran his hand up his semi hard cock. The damp mix of sexes was still there, he took a last smell of their sex. It smelt so right it must have been the perfect mixing that produced such a lovely result.