Chapitre 2575: KRISTIN TAKES A LOVER
Kristin Saunders walked up the stairs, carrying an armload of clean towels and facecloths. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and she had just brought a basket of clothes in from the clothesline. She loved the way they smelled after hanging outside. She brushed her dark brown hair back over her shoulder and pressed her nose to the towel on the top of the pile, inhaling it's fresh scent. She opened the linen closet door and began stacking the items in her arms on a shelf.
Kristin was standing outside the bedroom door of her son, Alan. His door was closed, but she could hear music and voices coming from inside her son's bedroom. It was almost four o'clock that afternoon. Alan's best friend, Joey, had come over to visit and play video games shortly after lunch, like he often did on weekends and some evenings.
Alan and Joey had known one another since childhood. They lived within a block of one another in Maple Ridge and would both be turning nineteen within two months. Sometimes they were mistaken for brothers, although Alan, like his father, was nearly six feet tall with jet-black hair and blue eyes, unlike his brown-haired friend. Both he and Joey were in their first year at Hampton Technical College.
"Come on, Alan, don't tell me you've never noticed her," Joey scoffed.
"Never," Alan said, sounding earnest.
"But you've got to admit that she's pretty though. Right?" Joey added.
"Sure, she's pretty," Alan replied. "Everyone says that about her."
"Sexy too," Joey chimed-in.
"I guess... I don't know," Alan stammered.
Kristin smiled, listening to the conversation between her son and his friend. She had had not intended to eavesdrop, but when she heard Joey's excited voice above the music she paused and smiled, wondering what girl from school the boys were discussing. She knew fully well what teenage guys were like: preoccupied with sex almost constantly. She stood by the door with a smirk on her face, curious about what else she might overhear.
"She's got nice tits too," Joey remarked. "Don't tell me you've never noticed them."
"Well, it's kind of hard not to sometimes," Alan answered with a quiet laugh, sounding hesitant.
"I bet it's hard!" Joey shot back, drowning out the music playing in the background. "Just like her nipples when she doesn't wear a bra."
"But she usually does -- as far as I can tell."
"I don't think she is today," Joey said.
"No.... ah... I guess not," Alan answered, sounding nervous.
"Man, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but -- she's hot!" Joey exclaimed.
Alan laughed, but never replied.
"Have you ever seen her topless?" Joey prodded.
"Dude, she's my mom!" Alan spat out.
Kristin's heart jumped when she realized she was the topic of discussion -- not some cute girl the boys knew at school. She froze and clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a gasp of shock, then craned her head, hoping to hear more of the conversation. Kristin smiled to herself. She knew fully well that her son had been lying to his friend -- or at least had been guilty of lying by omission.
There was silence from the bedroom for a few seconds until Joey spoke once more. "Sure, she's your mom, but she's got great tits; she's really pretty too. If my mom looked like that I wouldn't mind being a motherfucker," he said.
Alan gave a nervous laugh.
"So, have you ever seen her topless, Al?" he prodded.
"A couple of times," Alan finally admitted after several seconds.
Kristin's mouth went agape. Almost even before she had realized it, her clit began to swell and throb. She felt herself grow slightly weak as her pussy began to dampen. A flush came over her face and she smiled, recalling the times that she had noticed her teenage son's sapphire eyes linger on her longer than they probably should have.
The times that Kristin had noticed her son's apparent ogling of her she never thought much of it, or concluded that she was over-reacting. Nonetheless, she still found Alan's prolonged gawking and awkward glances at her very exciting, perhaps because of how forbidden it was. On those instances Alan reminded her of her younger brother, Patrick. Since their teenage years Patrick had been in the habit of ogling Kristin; sometimes even leering down the front of her blouse or tank top when she would bend over. Kristin had ignored her brother's improper staring, or at least pretended to. But it always aroused her as much as it probably did Patrick. She began to enjoy the power of being able to get her brother's attention and turn him on. Often these occasions ended with him slinking off to his room, presumably to masturbate. Often Kristin did the same as well -- lying on her bed and rubbing her tingling clit as she imagined being brave enough to either flash her younger brother, or allow him to fondle her. Despite how much these fantasies of illicit contact with Patrick made her horny, Kristin never acted upon them, fearing the consequences.
Kristin clutched a stack of face cloths to her chest, breathing heavier and attempting to over-hear more of the conversation between her son and his friend. Her nipples rubbed over the inside of the thin blouse she wore. She regretted her decision not to wear a bra that day and contemplated going to her room to put one on. But she did not want the boys to hear her and suspect that she had been listening to them. She braced her hand on the door of the linen closet and leaned closer to her son's bedroom door.
"A couple of times?" Joey echoed with excitement. "How much could you see?" Now the conversation sounded more like an interrogation.
"Once when I was walking by her room after she got out of the shower I saw her pulling a sweater on," Alan said.
"And?"
"I saw her boob -- the right one. The sweater was over her head already so she never saw me, but I came back in here pretty quick before she turned around and saw me," he elaborated.
Joey gave a lecherous chuckle. "Man, you lucky prick! Could you see her nipples?"
"Uh-huh... well, just the right one," Alan replied.
"I bet it looked nice."
"Ahh... it wasn't hard or anything, but, yeah -- it looked nice... dark... sort of like the colour of her hair and the ring-around was a couple of inches wide, I guess," Alan explained.
"What about the other times?" Joey prompted.
"There was only one other time. I came home from your place one afternoon and she was lying out, tanning on a towel. She had untied her bikini top, but she was lying on her stomach so I couldn't see much."
"Did you see anything?" Joey sounded excited now, as though he was growing horny from the conversation.
"Yeah... just her right boob -- the side of it. She was lying on it, so it was sort of flattened out, but the side of it kind of stuck out." Alan let out a nervous laugh.
"Well, they're really big, so I bet they hang down nice when she's not wearing a bra."
"Yeah..." Alan said, almost sighing.
"Have you ever felt them?" Joey asked.
"You mean like grabbed them? No -- no way. Of course not!" Alan exclaimed.
"I bet you sneak a feel now and again when she hugs you," Joey said, sounding accusatory, then chortled.
Alan snickered. "A few times..." he reluctantly confessed.
"I do that with my sister and one of my cousins sometimes," Joey admitted. "But their tits aren't as big as your mom's."
Kristin could feel her panties beginning to dampen as she listened to her son's salacious confessions about her. She tossed the face cloths and towels in the closet, then pushed the door ajar. As quickly and quietly as possible, she hurried back down the stairs.
The gentle wind that was blowing helped to cool Kristin's flushed cheeks. She laid back on a folding aluminum chair on the patio, sipping an iced tea. Her stiff nipples tingled as her blouse brushed over them. If her son noticed them, swollen and pushing out at her white pinstriped blouse, at least he would blame it on the breeze and not her present state of arousal.
Kristin frowned and took another sip from her glass. Now she realized that in the back of her mind she had been anticipating her son joining her later and probably noticing her firm nipples, rising from her round breasts. This was not the first time that he had inadvertently been the cause of her growing horny, but this time her emotions were stronger than all the previous.
Kristin placed her glass on a redwood table beside her chair. She pushed her shoes off, letting them drop to the tiles of the patio. The breeze was blowing up her thin, peach-coloured skirt, billowing it slightly and teasing her wet pussy through her tight, damp panties. She loved the sensation. It made her feel wanton to be lying within view of her neighbours' houses while being so horny. She wondered if anyone was watching her at that moment. Had she been braver, she would have pulled her panties off and opened her legs wider. She reached up and undid the top button of her blouse and peered inside at her thick nipples. She looked down at the thin V-shaped strip of her upper chest showing in her open blouse. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. The outlines of her stiff nipples were obvious through the material of her blouse. She smiled, feeling a little slutty and loving it. She unfastened another button. Now she could see a few inches of the deep cleft between the mounds of her breasts. She smiled and closed her eyes.
Kristin bent her right leg, pressing her thighs together and drawing her right knee up higher. The pressure on her throbbing clit was wonderful. She shifted her curvy hips, biting on her lower lip. Her skirt had slid up past her knees, aided by the movements of her leg and the steady breeze. The thought of her son watching her writhing in pleasure came to her and turned her on even more. She recalled one incident almost two months ago when they had hugged. Her son's muscular arms had felt wonderful wrapped around her waist. It made her feel safe and loved; something she felt less of recently. Alan towered over her by a good six inches and seemed like her protector. As they embraced Kristin rested her head on his solid chest, feeling the bulge in his jeans pressed to the curve of her stomach. The hug had been brief and chaste, at least outwardly, but as she leaned away Alan's fingertips had trailed down her and ran along the side of her left breast. The illicit touch had lasted only seconds, but it felt electric. Kristin felt herself shudder slightly as her clit began to harden. The memory of that embrace and it's forbidden undercurrent filled Kristin's mind many nights as she lay in bed with her vibrator pressed to her throbbing clit, writhing as one orgasm after another left her spent and limp on the damp sheet beneath her.
When Kristin heard the sounds of Alan and Joey coming from inside as they galloped down the steps she tugged her skirt down and straightened her back. The wind had blown her shoulder-length bronze hair about. She brushed it back over her shoulders. Looking down at her blouse and her exposed cleavage, she smiled. Even at thirty-nine, her breasts had remained firm and retained their shape as much as she could expect, considering their size. Being buxom had meant that she seldom dared venture out in public without a bra. Even at home she usually wore one. That habit had helped to stall the inevitable effects of gravity on her bust.
Time had been kind to Kristin, although she did exercise regularly and tried to maintain a healthy diet. With the exception of crow's feet and faint lines at the corners of her mouth, she appeared several years younger than her actual age. Often she noticed young men around her son's age following her with their eyes, watching as her breasts bounced beneath her blouse or sweater. She found it both flattering and thrilling to imagine them fantasizing about her. Sometimes while shopping she would bend down to inspect an item on the grocery shelf or in a store when she noticed a handsome young man admiring her, letting him catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage down her blouse or loose top. Kristin brushed her thumb over her left nipple through her blouse, then pinched it between her fingers. She smiled, growing impatient for Alan to hopefully join her outside.
Ten minutes later Alan stepped out on the patio, carrying a half-full glass of pop. Kristin twisted around in her chair to look at her son. He looked so handsome, she thought to herself. Her brown eyes moved over his body. He was wearing a light grey t-shirt. It was tight and emphasized his broad shoulders, well-toned chest and hard stomach. His jeans were tight as well and she glanced down to the front of them. He wasn't hard, or at least didn't appear to be, but the sight of his package still made her pussy grow wetter.
Alan walked around to the side of his mother's chair. He took a sip of his Pepsi and smiled as his blue eyes moved from her pretty face to her cleavage, peeking out from the top of her partially open blouse. His cock began to stiffen as bits of the conversation he'd had with Joey earlier echoed in his mind.
"Want a seat?" Kristen drew her bare feet up from the end of the chair, making room for her son to sit down.
"Thanks." Alan sat down, facing her, and placed his glass on the patio at his feet.
Joey gone?" she asked.
Alan nodded, grunting in the affirmative.
"You guys have fun?" she asked, fighting a shrewd grin.
"Yeah..." Alan said with a nod.
Kristin bent her right leg, drawing her foot back from her son's thigh. The hem of her skirt slid up her thigh a ways, exposing more of her leg. She tucked the hem between her knees, giving her son a nervous smile.
"When will Dad be home?" he asked.
"Wednesday sometime. He called me this morning from Maine."
Kristin's husband, Alan's father, Jim, was a long-haul trucker. He had real estate license, but the poor economy had forced him to seek other employment. After taking a six-month course in truck driving Jim had received a contract with a shipping firm outside of Maple Ridge. He had been doing that for two years. The money was good -- at least better than trying to sell houses -- but his absence for over a week at a time had placed a strain on their marriage. Kristin missed him. She missed his company, his help with things around the house, and she missed making love with him almost nightly. She realized it wasn't easy on her husband either and that he missed both her and their son. Kristin considered herself fortunate to have Alan living at home. He had become her closest friend while Jim was away and had taken on some of the duties that were once his father's, like light house maintenance and being supportive of Kristin when she needed it. Still, she missed the intimacy that she and Jim shared. It wasn't just the sex though. She missed being held and having her back rubbed as they lay in bed after making love. Her vibrator was a poor substitute for a real man.
"Good. I miss him," Alan said.
Kristin nodded. "Me too," she sighed.
"I bet," he said.
Alan smirked before he could force himself not to, surmising just what it was about his father and their marriage that his mother missed. He kept silent.
"What was that grin for?" Kristin demanded, feeling herself blush and knowing what was going through her son's testosterone-fueled mind.
"Nothing..." he mumbled, shifting his eyes away from hers.
"Good," she said, then smiled, looking into his eyes. "You looked like you were thinking something dirty," she added.
"Me? Never" he protested with a laugh.
"Yeah... just like your father," she jibed.
"Or my mother, he added, then grinned.
"Oh, shut up!" Kristin laughed and gave her son's arm a little shove with her foot.
Alan grabbed his mother's bare foot and moved his eyes up her smooth, tanned leg to her face. He smiled and began tickling her foot. She giggled and began to squirm about on her chair. Alan noticed that his mother's toenails were painted candy apple red. They looked pretty, he thought.
"Hey... cut that out... that tickles!" she gasped, wiggling about and laughing.
"That's the whole point." Alan worked his fingers harder into the tender sole of his mother's foot, making her squirm even more.
Alan smiled, watching his mother contort herself. He ran his eyes along her well-toned legs. They were lean and smooth. His cock began to harden as his eyes glided up to the inside of her thighs. They were parted now and Alan discovered he could see his mother's panties. They were pink and stretched tight over her soft mound. The subtle outline of her lips was visible through the fabric. He stared, wondering if she was even a little wet and what her bush looked like.
Kristin could feel her breasts shake as she reacted to her son's tickling and struggled to free her foot from his grasp. When he finally stopped she grew still and looked up at him. It was then that she saw the dumbfounded look on his face and realized where his wide eyes were. She looked down at her parted knees and quickly pushed her skirt down between them. Kristin looked up at her son's flushed face with an aghast expression. When he slowly released her foot from his hand it fell to his lap, just below the obvious bulge in his tight jeans.
"Ooops..." Kristin gave Alan a bashful smile.
"Sorry... I... I didn't mean to... I didn't think that would happen," he stammered, shifting his eyes to his erection.
Kristin smiled at Alan, charmed by his boyish nervousness and excited about him having seen up her skirt. She wondered if he had actually seen her panties, then concluded that he must have, judging by the stunned look on his face and how hard he seemed. She smiled and sat up, sliding down the chair towards her son. She placed her right arm around his broad shoulders and pulled him against her.
"It's okay, Honey. It was an accident," she said, giving him a sideways glance.
Alan nodded, moving his eyes towards his mother. He stared down at her feet and smiled. "Your nail polish looks nice. That's the first thing I noticed," he said.
"I won't ask what the second was." Katherine spat the words out before thinking, then regretted it. She frowned, knowing she had embarrassed her son.
Alan winced at his mother's remark, still staring at her feet.
"Sorry," she whispered.
Alan felt his mother's right breast pressed to his arm. Normally he would have loved being able to feel it rubbing against him, but at that moment it added to his discomfort.
"I painted them a few days ago. Since summer's here I'll be wearing sandals more often, so I wanted them to look pretty." Kristin crossed her left leg over her right knee, dangling her foot by her son's knee.
Alan looked at his mother's toenails, then moved his eyes up her shapely calf until he encountered the hem of her skirt, just above her knee. He shifted his hips and folded his arms over his lap, feeling his erection throbbing.
"They look cute," he said, struggling for something to say.
"My feet?" she asked, locking her wide eyes on his.
"Ahh... no... I'm not into feet," he simpered. "I just thought that the bright colour looked nice, that's all. You should do your fingernails too," he suggested.
Kristin giggled. She was concerned about upsetting her son any more than he already seemed, but holding him against her had fed her already strong libido and she felt like being a little risqué. "Okay... I just wondered. It's none of my business and I don't care," she said. "I just... I just thought that most guys preferred big boobs, instead of feet. If you're anything like your father, you do."
Alan nodded and gave his mother a guilty grin. His eyes shifted towards his mother's breast and deep cleavage. Her hazel eyes met his when he looked back up at her face. She squinted as she smiled and the bridge of her nose wrinkled. Alan found it endearing and sexy."I think I could cut both of my feet off and your father wouldn't notice, as long as I still had my tits."
Alan gave a sharp laugh at his mother's brash comment. It was more a release of built-up nervous tension than amusement, but it put him at ease. He felt the muscles in his back and neck relax.
"I... I don't know," he said.
"Trust me. These are what caught your father's eye in the first place over twenty years ago." Kristin straightened her back, thrusting her chest out so her blouse was stretched tight over it.
Alan took a quick look at his mother's breasts and her exposed cleavage. Her bold display surprised him, but excited him even more. The fabric of her blouse was skin-tight over her mounds. It served to highlight the size of her bust and how they sloped down slightly. Alan's cock twitched, straining his jeans. He forced his eyes back to his mother's reddish face.
Kristin was smiling when her son's eyes met hers once more. Displaying herself to him so provocatively had given her a rush that caused her pussy to become even wetter. She crossed her legs tighter, feeling the pressure on her pulsing clit. Her panties were damp now.
"Okay... enough of me bragging about my rack. Time for me to get supper ready. What would you like?" Kristin gave her son a modest smile as she stood up.
Alan let out another laugh upon hearing his mother's blunt remark. He thought about her question for a moment, then shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Whatever you want," he said.
"I have some pork chops in the fridge. How does that sound?"
"Great," he said.
"Okay -- good. Come keep me company while I cook them."
Kristin got up from the chair. She held her hand out to Alan. He took it in his and she tugged him to his feet, drawing him inside the house.
Alan sat at the kitchen table while his mother prepared supper. Her graceful movements as she moved about the kitchen held him spellbound. So did her overall appearance. He had felt no compunction earlier when he admitted to Joey that he found her pretty. That was undeniable and to try to do so would have sounded like an obvious lie. Her brilliant eyes, lovely smile, delicate jawline and high cheekbones made his mother a captivating woman. Everyone noticed her; Alan realized this. He considered himself fortunate to be the only person besides his father who was able to take in her beauty up close daily. However, Alan envied his father for being the one man who was fortunate enough to be her lover.
By the time supper was ready Alan was hungry. So was Kristin. They began eating in silence, eager to quell their hunger. After a while Alan noticed his mother look over at him and smile. Locks of her hair hung down over her right cheek. She pushed them aside, not taking her shimmering eyes off of his.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Great... perfect. You're the best cook, Mom?"
Kristin gave her son a modest smile. "I don't know about that, but I'm glad you like it," she replied.
Alan nodded, chewing on a mouthful of food.
Having her son still at home now that Jim was on the road nearly half of each month made Kristin very happy. She was glad that Alan had not decided to attend college far away. The company of her son helped to prevent loneliness. He was also very helpful with the many things that cropped-up occasionally that her husband normally tended to. Her only source of regret and guilt were the improper thoughts and feelings she had for Alan. These had become more prevalent in the last weeks. Kristin knew that what she had learned while eavesdropping on his conversation with Joey would make it all-the-more difficult for her to sweep them from her mind now. Realizing that her son shared feelings with her that society forbid made giving into them even more tempting.
Alan was finishing the last few bites of food on his plate when Kristin was rinsing hers off at the sink. He got up and put his empty plate on the counter beside the sink to their left.
"Thanks, Mom. That was great." Alan placed his right hand on his mother's lower back and kissed her cheek. Her body felt soft through her blouse. He ran his hand up her back a ways.
Kristin smiled and placed her hands on the counter, nearly shuddering in pleasure as her son's hand stroked her back. She felt her nipples stiffen and push out at her blouse. She hoped that Alan did not notice, then concluded that was unlikely.
"I'm glad you liked it, Honey," she said with a nervous smile.
Alan went in to the living room to watch television while his mother loaded the dishwasher. As much as he wanted to be around her, he was afraid it might make her suspicious. He also wanted a little time alone to focus on something besides her in hopes of cooling his libido and letting his erection subside. When she joined him in the living room later the flush had gone from his cheeks and his cock had softened, at least temporarily.
For the next several hours Alan and his mother watched television and chatted periodically. She was sitting in a chair to his right. Close enough for him to see her when they talked, but not so close as to make him anxious due to his arousal.
That night Alan and his mother slept well. Both having masturbated quietly alone in their beds, separated only by a wall.
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"Alan, get up if you want a drive to school."
That was how Alan's Monday began -- with his mother poking her head in his room and waking him. She was wearing a dark grey skirt and a blouse. It was unbuttoned and she was holding it closed around her with her left arm. Her hair was pinned back and she looked as pretty as always.
Kristin owned a used book store downtown, four blocks from where Alan attended college. It was their routine for her to drive him to college on her way to the store most mornings when he had early classes. Once he was finished for the day he would take the bus back home, or sometimes go to his mother's store to work on homework or read until she left for the day.
Alan sat on the side of his bed, yawning and stretching. Wearing a t-shirt and boxers, he made his way to the bathroom and saw that the door was ajar. He pushed on it and walked inside. When Alan entered the bathroom he saw his mother standing in front of the mirror, applying eyeliner. She turned towards him, wide-eyed, and gave a faint cry of shock. Alan froze, equally surprised to encounter his mother. He had thought she had gone to her room after waking him.
Kristin's blouse was still unbuttoned, but now it was open wide, hanging down over her curved hips. Alan's eyes immediately went to her chest. She was wearing a white bra made of sheer material. It was trimmed with embroidered white flowers along the edges of the cups and between them. Through the delicate, gauzy white panels holding her round breasts Alan could plainly see his mother's hard nipples. Their dark hue contrasted with the ivory white of the sheer bra cups. He was surprised by their thickness. His cock immediately began to swell and tent his boxers as he stared at her dark nipples and areolas.
"Christ, Alan, can't you see that I'm in here," Kristin spat out, glaring at him. Then her eyes fell to his erection, which had begun to tent his boxers.
"I... uh... sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were in here," Alan stammered as he quickly turned and left.
Ten minutes later when his mother approached the doorway to his bedroom Alan was sitting on the side of his bed. His arms were folded over his lap as he fought off his erection, fed by the vivid image of his mother still fresh in his mind. She smiled at him, seeming as sheepish as he felt. Her blouse was buttoned now and tucked into her skirt.
"I'm finished in there, if you want to use it," Kristin said, sounding shy.
"Thanks." Alan glanced up at his mother.
"I've finished dressing now too," she added with a tentative smile.
"I'm sorry about that, Mom. I thought that you were in your room and when the door was open a ways I just went in."
Kristin smiled, although it seemed forced to her son. "It's okay. Next time I'll make sure I close the door completely. Now get ready so we can go."
During the drive to school Alan avoided looking directly at his mother. He leaned on the car door and stared out of the window. Seeing his mother earlier in the bathroom had been a wonderful, thrilling bit of serendipity. He was just concerned that she was angry with him and perhaps even thought that him walking in on her was intentional. He was also worried that she had noticed his erection. Although his cock wasn't huge, perhaps only average, he thought, there was still no mistaking the tent it had made in his underwear earlier as he stared at his mother.
Kristin stopped the car in front of the college and turned towards Alan. She had sensed his angst. She felt the same as he did. What she found most vexing was not simply that her son had seen her breasts, essentially bare given how transparent her bra was, but the sight of his hard cock tenting his boxers as he left the bathroom. It was an image she knew she would replay later that night in bed. Already her wet pussy was ready for that.
"Have a good day, Honey," she said with a smile.
"Thanks, you too, Mom."
Kristin watched her son as he got out of the car and hoisted his knapsack over his right shoulder. He gave her another smile, then turned and walked away. She stared at his tight ass, recalling how his father's had felt and looked at around that age. She wondered if Alan's was similar, then if he was built like his father everywhere.
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Alan returned home from classes that afternoon before his mother was back from work, as was most often the case. He hurried up to his room and dropped his knapsack of textbooks and notebooks beside his computer desk. The image of how sexy she had looked in her bra that morning had tormented him all day. His erection had distracted him almost constantly. Now he was finally able to take care of it. He hauled his jeans and underwear down and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes. In his fantasy world he met his mother in the bathroom, except this time she had told him to stay. They embraced, then eventually went to her room to make love. Alan stroked his cock and wove his fantasy until an orgasm overcame him.
By the time his mother arrived home shortly before five-thirty Alan had managed to calm down after sating his libido. He was at his computer, surfing the Internet. He looked up and smiled at her when she stepped into the doorway of his bedroom.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Good. I found out about an estate sale that might have some rare books. I'm hoping I can buy them," Kristin said.
"That's great. I hope you get them," he replied, happy for his mother's bit of good fortune.
"How was school?"
"Not bad. Kind of boring today," he said with a shrug.
"Okay... I'm going to get changed, then start supper."
Alan returned his attention to the website he had been viewing. About fifteen minutes later he noticed his mother pass by his doorway on her way down to the kitchen. Some time later, when he smelled the scent of food wafting up from the kitchen, his stomach growled. Alan turned his computer off and went downstairs.
"I thought you'd be down once you smelled it," Kristin said, turning from the stove to grin at her son.
"What is it?"
"Chicken casserole."
Just the thought of it increased Alan's hunger. He sat down at the table, watching his mother bring out plates and utensils. She had changed into a burgundy tank top and a white skirt. The skirt was loose and moved with her lithe body as she walked about and turned. Alan noticed the outlines of bra straps across the back of her tank top and wondered if she was still wearing the same one he had seen that morning in the bathroom. Just the thought of it made his cock begin to stir again.
Alan was hungry and ate quickly, even having a second helping of his mother's casserole. Cumming hard like he had that afternoon always left him ravenous for some reason. His mother seemed pleased that he was so enthusiastic about the meal she had prepared. While she was putting the leftovers away and clearing the table he went to watch television.
Almost a half hour later Kristin joined her son on the living room. He slid over on the couch to make room for her, giving her a smile and stealing a glance at her chest. She slipped her shoes off and curled up on the couch, leaning back on the arm.
Alan shifted his eyes to his mother's tanned calves and her feet on the cushion beside him. He smirked and drug the back of his thumb nail down the sole of her left foot. She jumped and looked over to him, smiling.
"Hey, buster, don't start that again!" Kristin was trying to sound stern, but couldn't avoid smiling when she saw the impish look on her son's face. She found it cute, but also provocative and sexy.
Alan let out a mischievous laugh, feeling relieved that the tension between them from that morning was gone.
"Oh... I took your suggestion and painted my fingernails," she said, holding her hand up. "I went out during lunch to buy some polish and did them in the afternoon when things were slow."
Alan leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better look at his mother's delicate hand. The colour was a darker red than her toenails. It looked nice, he thought.
Kristin raised up and leaned closer to her son, extending her hands to show him her crimson nails. She watched as his blue eyes moved up. But he wasn't focused on her hands. He was looking past them, to her chest. Kristin straightened her back slightly, feeling the material of her top tighten over her bust.
"Do you like them?" she asked, not referring to her fingernails.
"Yeah... they look nice," her son said as he stared at her round breasts. Her nipples had begun to stiffen and make noticeable bumps in her blouse.
When Alan looked up to his mother's face his cheeks were rosy. She smiled at him, hoping he understood the subtext of their exchange. She settled back on the couch, sitting closer to her son than before. When she shifted her eyes down she noticed the slight bulge in his jeans. She crossed her legs and smiled, secretly pleased that she had given her son an erection for the second time that day.
There was tension between Kristin and Alan again, but this time it was sexual -- like it often was. Both were eager for when it would be time to go to bed. Around ten-thirty Kristin stretched and faked a yawn. She announced that she was tired and was going to bed early.
"Okay. Have a good night, Mom," Alan said as he turned towards his mother.
"You too, Sweetie."
Kristin leaned into Alan. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and pulled her closer, giving her a gentle squeeze. His hands moved along her lower back, stroking her. She rested her chin on his right shoulder and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of him holding her, wishing it could last for hours. When she pressed herself to his chest the sensations of her stiff nipples rubbing against the soft interior of her bra added to her excitement. Her panties were going to be wet before she got upstairs, Kristin thought to herself.
"I love you, Honey," Kristin said, still holding onto her son.
"I love you too, Mom," he replied.
"I'm so glad to have you home, especially now that your dad is away so much. I'd be lost without you."
"Thanks. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," he said.
Kristin leaned away from her son, still resting her hands on his shoulders and smiled at him. She watched his eyes flit down to her chest.
"I'm sorry for shouting at you this morning... in the bathroom," she said, feeling her cheeks grow warm.
"It's okay. I should have knocked first. I thought you had gone to your room. Sorry."
Kristin smiled and shrugged. "I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was in a bad mood already. Plus, I was worried I was going to be late opening the store. Then when you walked in, it shocked me," she explained.
"You were shocked?!" he spat out with a nervous laugh.
"Yeah... I guess you weren't expecting to find me in there half-dressed. I bet you wished it was one of the girls you know from college instead." Kristin's eyes danced over her son's body.
Alan shrugged. "What do you mean?"
"Well, someone younger and pretty -- with big boobs... or whatever you go for in girls," she elaborated, knowing she was baiting him.
"No... uh... geez, Mom... don't put yourself down. You're... you're pretty," he said, tripping over his tongue.
"I'm just being realistic though. I know guys your age look at girls a lot younger than me," she elaborated with a bashful shrug.
"Can you keep a secret?" he asked, hooding his eyes for a second.
"Sure. What?" she asked, growing curious and excited.
"Yesterday, when Joey was over, he said that you were hot."
"Really? Joey?" she exclaimed, feigning surprise.
Alan gave a firm nod. "He said you were sexy too," he added. "But you can't ever let-on I told you that. He'd kill me."
"I won't. I'm just surprised though," she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, look at me," she countered.
"Yeah, So? I see you every day," he replied, turning the left corner of his mouth up.
Kristin chuckled. "You saw a little more than usual this morning though."
"Well... more like a lot more." he retorted. Alan felt horny and nervous. His hands were still on his mother's waist and her arms were dangling over his neck.
"Are you saying that's because I've got a lot to see?" Kristin's pouty lips formed into a teasing smirk.
Alan didn't respond, but the look on his face told his mother what he was thinking.
"You can be honest with me, Sweetie. Your father will never know about any of this," she assured him.
"It's not just that, Mom. I just... I probably shouldn't be making comments about you like that," Alan said.
"Comments are harmless and, well... can I tell you something?" Kristin gave her son an anxious look and tightened her mouth.
"Sure. What?" her son asked in an anxious tone.
"Over the past couple of years, while your father's been on the road so often, you've grown up a lot and I've come to rely on you more. I'm so busy trying to make the bookstore successful and run the house by myself that I don't have a social life anymore. Don't get me wrong -- I wouldn't change my life for anything. But you've pretty much become by best friend, besides being my son. That's why I feel like we can be so honest with one another. And that's why I don't want to let things like what happened this morning come between us. I want us to be open with one-another. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah... I think so," Alan said, nodding slowly. His heart was pounding and horniness welled in him.
"I hope so." Kristin tugged at her son's neck and pulled him to her. She laid her head on his sturdy shoulder, feeling full of with love and arousal. When his hands moved over her back she smiled and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of him touching her.
Alan's hard cock throbbed as he held his mother. Her gentle touch and the feeling of her breasts pressed to his chest turned him on more than any girl he had ever known. He felt his mother's soft hair tickle his nose and he slowly inhaled, filling himself with her scent. His right hand glided up the middle of her back, then down again. He felt her shift her hips slightly, responding to his touch, and continued to stroke her back.
"Your father used to rub my back every night," she said.
"Do you miss it?"
"Yes..." she said in a heavy breath.
"I will... if it's okay," he offered.
"Thanks. I'd like that," she said.
Alan continued to run his hand up and down his mother's back, enjoying it as much as she was. His only concern was her noticing the tent in his jeans, but he suspected that she was almost as turned-on as he was at that point.
"Please don't tell Joey about what happened in the bathroom this morning. He'll want to know every little detail. I won't mention it to your father when he gets home either," Kristin said in a sleepy voice.
"Thanks. I won't tell Joey. But, if I did... the details wouldn't be little," he chortled, giving his mother an apprehensive look.
Kristin raised her head, smiling, and looked at her son. "Are you saying I have big..."
"Details!" Alan interrupted with a sharp laugh.
Kristin giggled at her son's witty comment. "You know... you're the first person, besides your father anyway, to see me topless in years," she remarked.
"Well, you had a bra on," he reminded her.
Kristin let out a soft giggle. "But... but this bra doesn't hide anything. You can see everything through it."
"Yeah..." he admitted.
"That's why your father bought it for me. He always makes me wear it with a low-cut dress when we go out to a restaurant -- just in case someone sneaks a peek."
His mother's candor excited and surprised Alan. Not just her openness with him, but what she was disclosing to him. "Has anyone ever done that?" her son asked.
"Maybe once or twice." Kristin giggled, trying to act coy.
"I never knew you could be so naughty, Mom," Alan said.
"I guess you're getting to know another side of me. I just hope you don't find it ugly." Kristin's jaw tensed while she waited for her son's response. She was quite certain that he was curious and had a prurient interest, but still feared losing his respect.
"Nothing about you could ever be ugly, Mom," Alan assured her.
"Thanks, Honey. That means so much to me. I'm so afraid that you will think less of me if I'm too... you know, honest."
"No. That could never happen." Alan gave his mother a reassuring kiss on the forehead and squeezed her tighter for a moment.
It was growing late and Kristin was tired. She sat up and brushed her hair back, smiling at Alan.
"Time for me to get to bed," she said and yawned.
When Alan stood up he noticed his mother glance down towards the bulge in his jeans. Instead of feeling tense and nervous about it he welcomed her longing glance. He hoped that she liked what she saw. He gave his mother another hug and kissed her cheek, then they both went upstairs.
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Alan was in his bedroom that Tuesday afternoon when his mother arrived home from her store. She entered his room and stood beside his chair, looking over his shoulder at the music website on the computer monitor that he had been looking at.
"Have a good day at school?" Kristin asked.
"Yeah, the usual," he said flatly. "How did work go?"
"Good. It was busy, which is always good," she replied.
Kristin sat down on her son's bed. She pulled her shoes off and crossed her legs. She rubbed her left foot, wincing. It was sore and red. When she noticed Alan watching she gave him a wary look, then smiled.
"Don't you even think of trying to tickle my feet. They hurt from being on them all afternoon," she said.
"No. I wasn't thinking that. I was just noticing that they look really red -- like your shoes were too tight," Alan explained.
"They are a little tight. But they look nice." Kristin rolled her eyes and smiled.
Alan's eyes moved up from his mother's foot to her thigh. Her paisley skirt had ridden up past her knees when she sat down and crossed her legs. He smiled as he looked at her soft, smooth thigh, which was now more than half uncovered.
Kirstin felt her son's eyes on her. She looked up from her aching foot and met his gaze, then lowered her eyes to her lap. She looked up a few seconds later smiled at Alan.
"Is this skirt too short?" she asked, knowing where her son's attention had been drawn.
"No, I don't think so," he said, giving his head a shake.
Kristin chuckled and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "I should have known better than ask a guy that question," she concluded. "I guess it is a little short, but I felt like being a little daring for a change."
"Oh... like wearing a see-through bra?" he retorted, grinning boldly.
Kristin laughed, not entirely surprised by her son's chutzpah but excited by it. "Well, no one saw that -- except you, and you weren't supposed to. Today I'm wearing one that you can't see through."
Alan nodded, looking at the front of his mother's rose-colored blouse. It was buttoned up too far to reveal any cleavage and billowed out from her chest as she leaned over. He was disappointed.
"Okay, time to get supper ready. There's some casserole left over. How's that sound?" Kristin stood up beside her son
"Great," he replied.
"Good. All I have to do is microwave it. That makes it easy for me," she said.
Alan followed his mother down to the kitchen. He sat down, talking with her while she set the table and observing her as she moved about the kitchen. Once she was standing he noticed that her blouse was a tighter fit on her than when she was leaning over on his bed. It was tapered at the sides, which displayed her slim waistline and made the swell of her breasts seem more prominent. Alan stood beside his mother at the counter, scooping casserole onto his plate. When she sat back down he watched her skirt slide up her left thigh as she crossed her legs.
Kristin finished eating before her son. Alan had nearly twice as much food on his plate as his mother and was still finishing it. She put the empty casserole dish in the sink along with her plate and filled it with water to soak. Once she had done that she turned towards her son sitting behind her. She smiled and shook her head.
"How can you eat so much and not get fat?" she marveled.
"I'm a growing boy," he said with a smile.
"I watch what I eat and exercise, but I still have this tummy." Kristin placed her hand on the subtle curve of her stomach, just below the waistband of her skirt, and frowned.
Alan wiped his mouth and got up to put his plate in the sink. He stood beside his mother, moving his eyes down from her chest towards her hand, still pressed to herself. In his estimation, she looked perfect. He could not see the reason for her dismay.
"You look great, Mom. Quit worrying."
Kristin shrugged and looked at her son, turning the left corner of her mouth up.
"Seriously, everyone has a tummy. Yours is nothing compared to most." Alan reached out and gave his mother a playful poke in her stomach with his finger, just below her hand.
Kristin laughed and squirmed as his fingertip sank into her a little. She grabbed her son's hand, thinking he was going to tickle her. She held it to her and gave it a squeeze. When she felt him spread his fingers out and press his palm to her she nearly gasped as a rush of excitement surged in her. Seconds later he gave her a slight caress, inching his hand lower over her tummy.
"Besides, it's my fault if you think you're too big here. Having me probably made you gain weight," he said.
Kristin nodded, then smiled at her son. "Having you made me bigger in a few places." Kristin nodded down towards her chest with a smile.
Alan chuckled. "Then I deserve credit for that instead of blame," he bragged.
"Oh, you think so?" she retorted, darting her eyebrows up for a second.
"Don't you?" Alan gave his mother a serious look, still pressing his hand to her stomach, just below her navel.
"What do you mean?" Kristin was perplexed by the earnest look on her son's face as his eyes locked on hers.
"Well... I mean... don't you think they look nice?"
Kristin gave her son a shy glance and nodded. "Yeah... I guess," she said with a faint shrug.
"Good," Alan said, seeming pleased.
"Does that mean you agree?" she said, giving her son a wily smile.
Alan blushed, seeming very nervous and hesitant to answer.
"Okay, you don't have to answer that," his mother relented after several seconds.
Alan gave his mother a cunning look and cocked an eyebrow. "Did you want me to though, Mom?" he asked.
Kristin blushed. Her eyes shifted away from her son's and a nervous expression came over her rosy face.
"You're blushing..." he taunted.
"So are you." Kristin met her son's eyes and gave him an awkward smile.
Alan slid his hand over his mother's stomach to her left hip. He tugged her closer, so her right shoulder was touching his chest. He kissed her velvety cheek, feeling it's warmth on his lips. Kristin smiled and closed her eyes. She reached down and held onto his muscled arm, now wrapped around her waist. When she leaned closer to him she felt his erection pushing into her right hip. It surprised her, at least somewhat, but she didn't react. His cock was very hard and felt thick. Maybe bigger than his father's, Kristin guessed. She was getting wetter now and her legs felt weak. She knew it was far from the first time that Alan had been hard because of her, but it was the first time that his erection was so obvious and he had made no effort to hide it from her.
"Can you keep a secret?" Alan whispered in his mother's ear, almost brushing over it with his lips.
Kristin nodded. "Mmmm-hmmm..." she murmured.
"I think they're nice too," he breathed into her ear.
"Thank-you," she said in a hushed voice, thrilled by his compliment.
"Is it okay that I told you that, Mom?"
Kristin nodded, still with a look of longing on her face. "Yes. I don't think you could say anything that would bother me, Honey."
"I don't know... maybe, but I don't want to -- ever." Her son sounded concerned now.
"Well, if you ever do, I'll let you know, but I won't be angry. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks, Mom." Alan kissed his mother's soft cheek again, feeling her press her hip harder against his erection.
"Going in to watch tv for a while?" she asked.
Alan nodded.
Kristin slipped from her son's embrace and went in to the living room. She tucked her feet up on the couch beneath her and leaned back, still looking blissful. She watched Alan approaching, paying particular attention to how his hard shaft filled out the front of his jeans. Thoughts of squeezing his balls and rubbing his cock flooded her turbulent mind. She wished she could pull her wet panties down and rub her throbbing clit. She was almost so horny at that moment that she would have allowed Alan to watch her masturbate, if he joined-in and did the same.
Television programs did little to hold the interest of Alan or Kristin that evening. Both were too charged with arousal and filled with emotional turmoil to concentrate. Also, each of them were anticipating Jim's arrival the next day. Both would be glad to see him, although for slightly different reasons.
"I'm going to bed early. You stay up as late as you want, but I'm staying home tomorrow to wait for your father, so I won't be able to drive you to school."
It was nearly ten-thirty when Kristin said this to Alan. He turned to her and nodded.
Kristin leaned towards her son. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. She felt his hands on her waist and the whiskers on his face brushing over her soft skin as he kissed her. Both felt exhilarating to her. She imagined his bristly chin rubbing over her breast as he eagerly sucked hard on her swollen nipple.
"Have a good night, Mom," he said. "I love you."
"I love you too, Honey."
Kristin hurried upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as the door was closed behind her she began getting undressed, then got out her vibrator from the nightstand beside the bed.
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Alan had no trouble waking up early the next morning. He was excited about seeing his father that afternoon. He also knew that he would have to catch a bus to school. After he showered and got dressed he went down to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother was already there, standing at the stove cooking oatmeal. She was wearing a cotton robe that came down almost to her knees. It was tied loosely around her waist so the upper half fell away from her chest on the right side. Alan stared into the gap of the robe, looking at a portion of his mother's chest and collar bones. He dropped his knapsack by the table and sat down.
"Want some oatmeal?" she offered, turning her head towards him.
Alan shook his head and made a contorted expression. "No, thanks. That stuff is gross."
Kristin laughed and began eating.
Alan filled a bowl with cereal, then poured milk over it and sprinkled some sugar atop that. He sat down at the table across from his mother and began eating. Since he had gotten up early he did not have to rush that morning for a change. He was glad to be able to spend some time with her because she looked so sexy wearing her robe.
Alan poured himself another half bowl of cereal once he had finished his first. After Kristin finished her oatmeal she brought her bowl and the pot on the stove over to the sink to soak. She placed the bowl in the sink, then stepped back towards her son with the pot of remaining oatmeal in her hand.
"Are you sure you don't want some? You loved it when you were a baby," she teased.
"I'm not a baby anymore though."
Kristin grinned. "Yeah -- back then you liked breast milk too."
Alan's eyes moved down to his mother's chest. The curves of her breasts and the faint outlines of her nipples filled out the front of her thin robe.
"Who knows -- I still might like it." Alan slowly moved his eyes up to his mother's face. He was relieved and encouraged by her smile.
"Sorry, Honey, the well ran dry years ago for me," his mother said, almost sounding regretful.
"Are you sure? They look pretty full to me." Alan stared at his mother's heavy breasts as he spoke. Her nipples were harder now, and their outline was obvious as they poked out at her robe.
"I'm sure," Kristin said with a naughty smile. "And your father has tried many times too."
In the opening of his mother's robe Alan noticed some cleavage. He stared, unconcerned that she was aware of where he was looking.
"Don't you have to be going to class?" Kristin asked, seeming amused by the look on her son's face.
"Uh-huh..." he groaned.
Alan slung his knapsack over his shoulder while Kristin ran water into the pot of sticky oatmeal and scraped the residue from the bottom with a spoon. He placed a hand on her right shoulder blade and kissed her left cheek.
"Have a good day, Mom. Hopefully I'll be home to greet Dad when he arrives."
"Me too. But you'll get to spend plenty of time with him before he has to go out again." Kristin leaned over and placed a kiss on her son's cheek and smiled.
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Alan found concentrating on his classes that day even more difficult than it had been the past few. The impending arrival of his father made him very happy. It also made him somewhat anxious too. As he reflected on the changing nature of his relationship with his mother, their conversations, and him walking in on her in the bathroom he worried that she might tell his father about some, or all of it. His father was always a level-headed man whose temper was slow to flare, but Alan knew that everyone has their limits and that he had been behaving inappropriately with his mother recently. Alan feared that she might want his father to discuss it with him while he was home.
After reconsidering the situation, Alan reminded himself that his mother had not been so blameless herself. She seemed to be enjoying their ribald talks and flirtations almost as much as he was. This gave him hope that once his father was back out on the road, things with her might escalate. Then again, there was always the chance that she might reevaluate how they had been behaving and decide that things must return to how they were before. Whatever her decision, despite any disappointment, Alan knew he would abide by it because he loved and respected his mother very much.
That afternoon Alan decided to skip his last class and go home early. Missing one class would not hurt him, he decided. Besides, he wanted to see his father very much. When Alan turned up the driveway to his house he saw his father's truck in the yard. He smiled wide and quickened his pace. When he entered the kitchen and sat his knapsack down he didn't hear or see anyone. He walked towards the living room.
When Alan turned the corner in to the living room he discovered his parents on the couch. His mother was lying back against the arm of the couch facing his direction. She was wearing a dark green tank top, except it was pulled up around her shoulders to expose her bare chest. Alan stared at her left breast and her hard, thick nipple. Her legs were parted wide and Alan's father was crouched between them. His head was covering her right breast and his right hand was under her short denim skirt. Alan noticed the movements of his father's arm between his mother's splayed thighs. Alan stood there, frozen in place. His mother was breathing heavy. Then she looked up at him through half-closed eyes and gave him the warmest, most sultry smile he had ever seen in his life.
Alan wheeled around and went back out and sat down on the back porch. A few minutes later his father came out, looking somewhat sheepish.
"Hey, Buddy! Good to see you again. We weren't expecting you for another hour or so," Jim told his son, giving him a brief hug.
Alan could smell the musky scent of his mother on his father's fingers. He hugged him and forced a smile.
"Your mother tells me you're doing good in school and holding down the fort while I'm away. She said she wouldn't know what to do without you. If you weren't my son, I'd be jealous."
Alan gave his father an uncomfortable smile. "Yeah, school's going good. There's not much to do around here though. I spend a lot of time playing video games and watching tv."
"It's rough out there with the price of diesel so high," Jim said. "If things don't get better soon I may have to look for something else to do."
"It would be great if you could find a job around here, Dad."
"I know; I've been looking. At least this is paying the bills for now."
"Yeah..." Alan replied with a nod.
Jim put his arm around his son, giving his neck a friendly squeeze. "Hey, let's go back inside."
Alan followed his father back into the house, anxious about facing his mother again. She was in the living room, now fully clothed, looking quite nervous as she sat on the edge of the couch.
Jim had lots of questions for his son about school, his social life and his future plans. The conversation was steady and it helped Alan to relax a little and forget about interrupting his parents in their intimate moment on the couch earlier.
That evening Alan went to bed early. He knew that his parents would want time alone and he did not want to intrude on his father's first night back. Also, the image of his mother on the couch, legs spread and breast bare, refused to leave his mind. Only after masturbating twice while imagining himself, rather than his father, on top of her was he able to sleep.
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Alan struggled to focus on his classes the next day. He was glad when the day had ended and he could get back home. His mother had not arrived home yet, but his father was in the garage, sorting out wrenches and sockets in a metal case. Alan joined him and they talked until his mother arrived home.
That evening during supper Alan found his parents openly affectionate. He understood why, but it still made him uncomfortable, as though he was intruding. Once he had finished eating he called Joey and made plans to go to his house for a few hours. That would give his parents some more time alone, he concluded. They deserved that much after a long time apart.
It was dark by the time Alan was walking back home from Joey's. The summer air was warm and the sky was filled with thousands of stars. As Alan was ascending the cement walk leading to the back porch of his parents' house he could hear their voices. By the time he was at the door he realized that his mother was shouting and cursing at his father. He had heard them bicker and squabble before, but never anything approaching this. Alan opened the door and rushed in to the kitchen.
What's going on?" he blurted out, jerking his head from his father to his mother.
"Ask your father," Kristin snapped, raking her narrowed eyes over her husband.
Jim was leaning in the corner of the kitchen counter, arms folded, looking chastened and humbled.
"Dad? What's wrong?"
Jim sighed, giving his wife a timid glance. "Your mother will explain," he said, choking back tears.
Alan watched as his father brushed past him and out the door. A few moments later he heard his father's truck start as he left the yard with a roar.
"What the hell was that about?" Alan demanded, looking at his mother.
Kristin sighed and reached behind her on the counter. "I found this in your father's jacket pocket tonight." She extended her palm towards Alan. In it was a condom in a blue wrapper.
Alan sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Maybe he got them because... you know... he was coming home again," Alan suggested, feeling embarrassed.
"I had my tubes tied a few years after you were born -- that was another huge argument. I told him a vasectomy was much simpler. So, no, he doesn't need condoms with me," Kristin said. "And he already admitted to using the rest that he bought during this trip."
Alan frowned. He looked at his mother leaning back on the counter. Her bottom lip began to quiver and pools of tears formed in her eyes. Soon they rolled down her red cheeks. Alan moved beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders as she sobbed. She turned and crumpled against his chest, heaving and sighing. Alan wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, fearing she might literally fall apart.
After a few minutes Kristin lifted her head from her son's chest. Her eyes and cheeks were red and wet with her tears. Alan brushed her cheeks with his thumb and kissed her left one. She smiled.
"Thanks, Honey. At least there's still one man in my life who I know I can count on and trust," she said.
"What are you going to do," he asked.
"About what?"
"About Dad... the situation," he explained.
Kristin shrugged. "I guess I'll have to start looking for a lawyer tomorrow," she concluded.
Alan was surprised and disappointed by his mother's answer. He thought her reaction was rash and based on anger. "Mom, are you sure? Maybe you could work things out. Don't go and do anything too hasty."
"How could I ever trust him again after this?" she said in a shaky voice.
Alan sighed, unable to think of an adequate response.
"Can we go in the room and sit down? I feel like I might collapse," his mother sighed.
Alan nodded and escorted his mother into the living room. She sat down on the couch to his left, still sniffling and wiping her watery eyes. Alan turned towards her, wishing he knew what to say to comfort her and make everything alright again. He gave her a sympathetic smile.
"What do you think I should do?" she asked.
"I don't know -- nothing yet. Give yourself some time to calm down before you do anything," he suggested.
Kristin nodded, still catching her breath after crying. "Okay. Thanks, Honey. Once again, you're the only one I can count on."
Alan reached out and gave his mother's back a few slow rubs through her blouse. She smiled at him and slid closer so she could rest against his chest.
"Hold me," she whimpered, clutching him.
Alan's arms went around his mother's trembling body. His right hand glided up and down her back. He bent down and kissed her cheek, damp with her tears.
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too," she said in a shaky voice. "No matter what, we'll get through this."
After close to ten minutes Kristin looked up at her son and wiped her eyes. "I'm going to bed. Just remember to lock the door and turn everything off before you go to bed," she said.
"Okay." Alan kissed his mother's damp cheek and forced a smile.
"I love you so much, Alan," she said.
"I love you too, Mom -- you know that."
Kristin nodded, then slowly got up from the couch.
Alan watched his mother leave the room, wondering if their lives would ever again be like they once were.
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The next afternoon Alan left school early. He was too sad and upset to concentrate and knew it would be a waste of time going to class. As he walked up the driveway towards the house he saw his father's truck in the yard. A smile formed on his face. He ran the rest of the way and hurried inside.
When Alan did not see his father in either the kitchen or living room he went upstairs. In his parents' bedroom was his father, tossing clothes in an open suitcase on the bed.
"Hi, Dad," Alan said, watching his father.
"Hey," Jim replied, looking stone-faced.
"What ya doing?" Alan asked.
"Just gathering up some of my clothes."
Alan sighed. He wanted to cry, but he had not allowed either of his parents to see him cry since he was a child. "Dad, there must be some way that you and Mom can work this out..."
Jim froze and sighed. A pair of pants dangled from his hand. "I wish... I hope so. But I don't know. I fucked-up big-time, Alan. Let this be a lesson to you: if you ever really love someone, don't ever do anything to jeopardize that."
Alan nodded and gulped down the lump in his throat.
"You probably hate me and think I'm horrible now." Jim gave his son a sideways look, unable to meet his eyes.
"No, just human and weak sometimes -- like me, and everyone else," Alan told his father.
Jim nodded and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a small stack of bills and handed them to Alan. "Here, take this -- just in case something comes up, like an emergency, and you need some money," Jim told his son.
"Thanks, Dad, but..."
"Take it, Alan. I want to know that you and your mother are okay while I'm gone. You take care of her too, you hear?"
Alan nodded, unable to look at his father's face.
Jim resumed pulling shirts from hangers and trousers from drawers and tossed them in his suitcase. Once it was full he zipped it, then turned to his son.
"I'm staying with Bobby and Melinda. If you need me, or want to talk, that's where I'll be until I go back on the road in another few days. After that, call my cell. The same goes for your mother -- although I doubt she has anything nice to say to me. Bobby and Melinda said to say 'hi' to you, by-the-way."
Alan smiled, thinking of his aunt and uncle -- especially his pretty aunt, who was his father's youngest sister. "Tell them I said 'hi' too," he said, finally smiling.
Jim smirked at his son. "Melinda said to give you a hug for her -- although it wouldn't feel the same coming from me."
Alan grinned and gave a soft, nervous laugh as he and his father exchanged knowing glances.
Jim trudged down the stairs carrying his suitcase, fearing he might cry. Without saying another word, he gave his son a quick hug before walking out to his truck.
Alan stood at the back door, watching his father leave the yard and wondering if he would ever be back.
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When his mother got home from work that afternoon Alan was watching television, or at least staring at it, if not paying attention. He looked up when she entered the living room.
"Hey, how was work?"
"Okay," Kristin said. She sat down beside her son. "How was your day?"
"Okay. Dad stopped by this afternoon."
"What did he want?" Kristin sounded both angry and curious.
"To pick up some clothes. He's staying with Uncle Bobby and Aunt Melinda. If you want to talk with him you can call him there."
"Well -- I don't," Kristin said in a curt, icy voice.
Alan sat up on the couch and turned towards his mother. "You still love him though, don't you, Mom?" he asked.
"Yes. Of course I do. But right now I'm really hurt and angry," she said.
"Have you ever felt that way before?" her son asked.
"Sure."
"And you got over it..."
Kristin smiled at her son, finally understanding what he was getting at. "I don't know about this though, Honey. It's a big one," she sighed.
Alan gave an understanding nod, looking sad an disappointed. The truth of the matter was that he had mixed feelings about his parents getting back together, and almost hated himself for it. Alan loved his father and missed him when he was away. Still, he was coming to terms with his forbidden emotions for his mother and their transitioning relationship. He wanted his parents to be able to repair their marriage, but he also wanted he and his mother to become lovers. At the moment, both scenarios seemed to be in opposition with one another and equally unlikely to happen.
"What do you want for supper?" Kristin asked her son, sounding weary.
"I don't know. Nothing, I guess. I'm not really hungry," he told her.
"Me either and I don't feel like cooking, to be honest," she replied. "I'm going to go get changed. I'll be back down in a while."
Alan looked up and watched his mother leave the room, then turned back towards the television.
Almost a half hour later Alan heard his mother coming down the stairs. He turned and looked up as she approached the couch. She sat down to his left. Her hair was in a pony tail and she had re-applied her lipstick. She was wearing a light pink tank top and black shorts. Both her top and shorts were a rather tight on her and served to highlight her heart-shaped ass and full bust nicely. Alan took a quick look at her, thinking that she looked ravishing. Immediately his cock began to stiffen.
"I never knew you watched Dr. Phil," Kristin said, gesturing towards the television.
"I don't, usually. But today it's making my life seem more normal," he replied.
Kristin smiled and put her right arm around her son's broad shoulders. She held on to his right shoulder and leaned closer to him to gave his cheek a kiss.
"We'll get through this, Honey. One way or another," she promised.
"I know, but right now it sucks," he said, then sighed. "Oh... Dad gave me some money this afternoon... here." Alan dug into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out the bills that Jim had given him. He handed them to his mother.
"No. You keep that, Honey. He gave it to you." Kristin said, pushing his hand away.
"He gave it to me in case we needed it for something. It's not just for me, Mom."
"Okay, but you hold onto it. There must be things you need," his mother said.
Alan thought for a moment, then smiled. "I have an idea: how about I take you out to dinner. You said you don't feel like cooking and it's probably been ages since you were at a restaurant."
Kristin leaned back, still draping her arm over his shoulders. "Are you asking me out on a date?" She gave her son a teasing smile as her eyes met his and shimmered.
Alan felt himself blush, but the flirtatious look on his mother's pretty face excited him. "Well, I heard that you and your man had a fallin' out and I was thinkin' that you might be interested."
When his mother laughed it made Alan happy. He was pleased to be able to make her smile again. Her right breast rubbed over his back and he soon had an erection.
"I'd love to. How about tomorrow night though? I'm kind of drained right now."
Alan gave his mother an understanding nod. "Tomorrow it is, then," he agreed.
Kristin leaned forward and kissed her son's cheek once more. She pressed her chest against his broad back, resting her chin on his left shoulder and placing her palm on his right shoulder.
"Thanks, Honey. I don't think I've been out anywhere since New Year's Eve. This will be fun," she said, then grew silent for a few moments. "I don't know what to wear though."
"How about the dress you wore New Year's Eve?" Alan suggested. He smiled and felt his cock grow harder as he recalled the dress. It was a black halter dress with a deep, plunging neckline and a gathered waist that accentuated his mother's full bust and narrow waist.
"I don't know about that. It's a little too revealing," his mother replied, sounding hesitant.
"No. I think it looks great on you, Mom," Alan replied. "Besides, I want to take you out somewhere nice."
"Ah... what I meant was it shows too much -- in the front. I can't wear a bra with it either, since it leaves my shoulders and back bare. On New Year's eve I was afraid that my boobs were going to fall out if I moved too much."
Alan smiled at his mother's comment, but said nothing.
"I saw that grin, mister," Kristin taunted. "You're as bad as your father is. When he kissed me at midnight on the dance floor, he pulled my dress aside and kissed my boob too."
Alan let out a sharp laugh and turned to smile at his mother. She was blushing. "Did anyone else see?" he asked.
"I don't know. Probably. But I'd had enough champagne by then that I didn't care." Kristin gave a sexy giggle and pressed her chest harder to her son's back. Her clit was swelling and her soft, pink lips were getting wetter.
"It didn't bother you that strangers saw it?" he asked, obviously surprised.
"No. But is that any worse than you walking in on me and your father in here a couple of days ago?" she asked, giving him a nervous smile.
Alan's only response was an uncomfortable shrug and a faint smirk.
"Oh, don't look so embarrassed. It's not like it's the first time you've seen me topless," she reminded him.
"But at least you had a bra on in the bathroom," he replied.
Kristin slid her arm from around her son and leaned back on the couch. She gave him an apprehensive look. "If I tell you something, do you promise to try not to get mad at me?" she asked, shifting her eyes about.
"Of course I won't get mad, Mom. What is it?" Alan was now very curious about what his mother was about to say. He turned on the couch to face her.
"Remember last Saturday, when Joey was over and you guys were in your room?" she began.
"Yeah." Alan nodded.
"Well, I was outside your door, putting towels and face cloths away in the closet, and I over-heard you guys talking... and I... I heard you tell him about the times you saw me... topless, I mean."
"Mom... I'm... I'm sorry."
"No... don't be. I'm not mad, Sweetie. I just wanted to be honest about it so we'd have no secrets."
"Okay. But I shouldn't have told Joey about that. I regret that now. I'm sorry, Mom."
"You're forgiven, Honey. But don't tell him any more though -- about what you've seen lately and what we've talked about. Please." Kristin's dark eyes moved up to meet her son's as she gave him a pleading look.
"No, I won't. I promise," Alan vowed in a sombre tone.
Kristin gave her son a relieved smile. "I hope you liked what you saw," she said with a shy look, almost smiling.
"I... I love everything about you, Mom," Alan stammered.
"Every little detail, right?" she teased.
Alan gave his mother a knowing smile. Her eyes sparkled with an impish glint as they met his. The corners of her mouth curled up as she gave her son a loving smile.
Kristin sat up and gently slid her arms around her son's waist. She shuddered a little when she felt his right hand roam over her back and his other one resting just above her right hip.
"Tell me something: what did you mean when you told Joey that you'd felt them?" Kristin looked up, giving her son a puzzled look.
"Oh, I meant sort of like, brushing my fingers along the side of one sometimes," he explained bashfully.
Kristin let out a short burst of laughter. "You've probably felt them more than your father has lately."
Alan smiled, feeling a little guilty. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What?" Kristin leaned back on the couch again and rested her hands in her lap.
"Since you met Dad... over the years, have you ever let anyone else feel them?" he asked his mother, feeling his cock throb in anticipation of her answer.
"Ahh... let anyone? No. But there have been times when Jim's friends have let their hands wander a bit when they hugged me at parties, or when they were over here watching a ballgame and got me alone. Sort of like you said you've done, only a lot less subtle because they'd had a few beers. I never told your father though, so you shouldn't either."
Alan nodded. He tried to picture what his mother had disclosed as he grew more horny.
"Something else interesting happened last New Year's Eve," she said. "I'll tell you if you swear to keep it to yourself."
Alan gave his mother a solemn nod. He leaned back on the sofa beside her. She turned to face him, leaning on her right hip, and Alan noticed her breasts shift beneath her tank top.
"Well, we had gone with Bobby and Melinda that night. She had won the tickets at a raffle at work or something. Anyway, after midnight, after your father had already pulled my dress aside to kiss my boob, we were still dancing. Bobby and Melinda waltzed over and Melinda asked if we could switch partners. She said she wanted to dance with her big brother. I would have minded if it weren't his sister, but what could I say? So, Bobby and I started to dance. A little while later I realized he was hard; it was poking in my stomach, you know. He was taking peeks at my boobs while we waltzed, but I pretended not to notice. Then after a while his hand slid up and touched my left one. I pushed it back down and warned him to be good or I'd tell Jim."
"What did he do?" Alan asked his mother.
"He apologized. He was a little drunk too, so I forgave him. The music stopped soon after that and I hurried back to Jim, but get this: when I hugged him, he was hard!"
Alan smiled at his mother. "Well, you probably have that effect on a lot of men," he said.
"No... what I meant was he was already hard -- from dancing with Melinda," she explained.
"Wow..." Alan gasped. "Now I'm shocked."
"Why? I've seen how you look at Melinda. I bet you'd have the same reaction if she was rubbing against you." Kristin gave her son a cunning smile.
Alan smiled. "Maybe... but... she's his sister," he said.
Kristin gave her son an incredulous look and chuckled to herself. "Yeah... but she has nice tits and Jim was already pretty horny."
Alan smiled, chuckling quietly but said nothing.
"Besides, I'm your mother, but that's never stopped you from getting a little worked-up around me, has it?" Kristin gave her son a sly grin.
Alan gave his mother a redfaced look, then lowered his eyes, tacitly admitting that she was right.
Kristin frowned when she saw the abashed look on her son's face. She had only meant her comment to be teasing, not a condemnation. She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. "Hey... I was only teasing you. I'm not angry about it," she said, trying to sound soothing.
Alan lifted his eyes. When he saw her smile he was somewhat relieved.
Kristin curled up on the couch once more, drawing her knees up towards her. She tugged at Alan's hand, resting his wrist on her hip, then slid her left arm around his waist as she wiggled closer to him. She felt his hand slide down, brushing over her ass. It excited her and made her wonder if he would grab it.
"Things have changed between us, haven't they?" she said, looking serious.
"Yeah, I guess," he acknowledged.
"Is that okay? Do you like it?" Kristin sounded nervous and worried.
"Do you?" he countered, furrowing his brow.
Kristin laughed at her son's shrewdness. "I asked you first," she insisted.
"I... ah... yeah, but if you don't..."
"I do. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it though," she told him.
"Yeah, it's nice... really nice," Alan said, sounding calm now. "I love you, Mom, and I like it that we're... closer with each other.
"I love you too, Honey. But we should be careful about how close we get, shouldn't we?"
Alan slid over on the cushion of the sofa until his thigh was touching her knees. "Is this too close," he asked, smirking.
Kristin laughed, but said nothing. When she felt her son's right hand slide up her back and begin to caress her she gave a quiet sigh and nuzzled closer to him. Neither of them said anything. His loving touch and the serene expression on her face was all the communication they needed.
After about twenty minutes Kristin dozed off. Alan never disturbed her. He rested his arm over her midriff and let her sleep peacefully, content to just hold her and take in her beauty. After close to a half hour she stirred and opened her eyes. She looked up at her son and smiled, brushing her hair from her eye.
"I fell asleep. Sorry," she said in a tired voice.
"It's okay. You must have been tired," her son replied.
Kristin sat up and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I was. Now I'm hungry. You feel like having a sandwich or something?"
Alan nodded. He followed his mother to the kitchen where they made themselves each a smoked meat sandwich. They sat at opposite ends of the table, eating and exchanging silent smiles occasionally. The sexual tension had returned, but both of them enjoyed the undercurrent of forbidden lust they were feeling.
"I think I'm going to go to bed early," Kristin announced once she had finished eating.
Alan nodded, disappointed to not be able to spend any more time with her that evening. He gave her a somewhat surprised look, then glanced at the wall clock. "Have a good sleep," he said.
"I know it's early, but I brought a book home from the store and I want to curl up in bed and read for a while," she explained.
Kristin was at the sink where she had just put her empty plate. She turned around and placed her hand on her son's right shoulder, smiling. "So, tomorrow night I have a dinner date with a handsome young man...?" she said, seeking to confirm plans with her son.
Alan smiled and looked up at her. He nodded once more, then chuckled. "No, you're going with me," he joked.
Kristin bent down and kissed her son's cheek. "That's what I meant -- a handsome young man," she reiterated.
Alan reached for his mother's hand, resting on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to the back of it and kissed it.
"You're such a gentleman," Kristin said. She wrapped her arms around Alan's neck loosely and pulled him to her. She felt her breasts brush over him and arched her back slightly, pressing them to him a bit more.
"Not always," he said, then grinned.
"Oh... should I consider that a warning?" Kristen craned her neck up to meet her son's eyes.
Alan gave his mother an enigmatic smirk. "Maybe..." he said.
"Well, I'm not always a lady, so we make a good pair then," she teased.
Alan shrugged, not wanting to agree with her, even in jest.
"Okay, you have a good night, Honey." Kristin gave her son's cheek another kiss before going upstairs.
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Alan was excited all of the next day in anticipation of taking his mother out to dinner that evening. He was also filled with nervous tension and sexual energy. As soon as he arrived home from school he showered, then took his suit from the closet. It was black, double-breasted. He had not worn it for the better part of a year. This would be the first time he had worn it for neither a wedding or a funeral. Alan smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror after he dressed, pleased with his appearance. He adjusted his red silk tie and pushed his hair back.
He went downstairs and called Le Cave, a small, trendy bistro downtown, to make reservations for that evening. Neither Alan nor his mother had ever been there before. It was the sort of eatery that they would have liked to have gone to, but found it too expensive. The money that Alan's father had given him now made it possible.
As soon as five o'clock arrived Kristin closed her store and hurried home. Like her son, she was anticipating their evening out with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Kristin smiled to herself as she drove. She had not felt this way since she had been dating Jim when they were slightly younger than her son presently was. Kristin could feel her clit begin to swell and throb. Soon she was becoming wet. The sensations felt wonderful, but she told herself that she must calm down some. The evening had not yet begun and she could not allow herself to get too aroused too soon. As she drove up the driveway to their yard Kristin wondered how the evening would end. She left her mind open to any possibility, but already her pussy was ready to welcome Alan within it's warm, wet folds.
When Kristin entered the living room and saw her son sitting on the couch the excitement she had felt while driving home returned. He looked so handsome that she just stared at him for a few moments, smiling. She felt a mixture of pride and arousal as she looked him over.
"My... don't you look handsome!" she gushed.
Alan gave his mother a pleased smile. "Thanks," he said. "You look great every day; at least I can try for once."
Kristin laughed at his flattery and modesty. "I'm going to have to work harder than usual to look good so I don't look frumpy next to you though," she said.
Alan gave his head a shake. "You could never look frumpy, Mom. Are you going to wear that black dress?" he asked, looking hopeful.
"Should I?" she asked, seeming bashful and nervous.
"Absolutely. You looked great in it New Year's Eve."
"Okay... just for you." Kristin gave her son a warm, loving smile.
"I made reservations at Le Cave for seven thirty."
Kristin looked at her watch. "Okay. I better go get showered and changed then," she told Alan.
Alan waited on the living room couch, listening to the sound of the shower coming from upstairs. He had been hard since his mother had arrived home and knew he probably would be throughout most of the evening. He was glad that his suit jacket covered the front of his trousers because they did little to conceal his erection.
"So, how do I look?"
Alan heard his mother's nervous-sounding voice as she walked through the downstairs hall towards the living room. He turned on the couch as she entered and felt his pulse quicken. She was breathtaking. In addition to the black halter dress Kristin was wearing black high heels and diamond studded earrings with a hint of make-up. Alan smiled as he ran his eyes over her from head to toe.
"You look beautiful, Mom," he said in a quiet voice.
Kristin smiled, clutching a small black leather purse in her right hand. She was very happy to hear her son's compliment. She felt pretty and sexy. Alan's remark and the way he looked at her helped to reinforce that.
"I better not bend over though. This dress barely holds everything in." Kristin let out a nervous giggle as she looked down and tugged the strips of material covering her breasts closer together.
Alan stared at his mother's chest. Her dress was gathered at the waist and helped to accentuate her ample bust, which was scarcely covered and held in place by two strips of black fabric pulled taut over her. He could see her mounds quiver slightly as she moved. Between them he could see a V-shaped strip of her torso, running down to almost her waist. The dress left her arms, shoulders and most of her back bare. Alan's cock throbbed as he surveyed his beautiful mother.
"You look stunning, Mom," he said, unable to hide his admiration. "If anything falls out tonight, I'll help you put it back in place."
Kristin laughed, but mostly out of nervousness. She stepped closer to Alan and ran her hand up and down his right arm. "Always ready to help a damsel in distress, huh?" she joked.
"Yes. Besides, I wouldn't want you lifting anything too heavy," he teased.
Kristin let out a titter and smiled at her son. She glanced down to her chest, then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, giving him a sultry look. "They do feel a little heavy without a bra holding them up," she said, feeling herself blush as her clit tingled.
"Ready to go?" Alan asked.
Alan escorted his mother out to her car. He sat silently in the passenger seat as she drove to the restaurant. He and Kristin never spoke, but they exchanged nervous glances while she waited at a red light. Alan's cock throbbed and he wondered if his mother was turned-on like he was, even a little.
Shortly after they arrived at the dimly-lit restaurant they were ushered to their table and handed menus. A candle flickered in a red glass container on the table between them. Beside that a solitary red silk rose was in a tall glass vase. Alan looked around the room.
"I've always wanted to go here, but it's so expensive," Kristin said, peering over her menu at her son.
"Me too, but let's not worry about that tonight. I want you to enjoy yourself, Mom. You deserve it," he said.
Kristin reached across the table. She gave her son's hand a firm squeeze and smiled. Already her panties were becoming damp and Kristin was glad that the muted lighting helped to hide the flush of arousal on her cheeks. As she slid her hand back to the menu she glanced down to her cleavage showing in the opening of her dress. Rather than being shy, she hoped that her son enjoyed the view.
When their server came to take their orders Kristin grew nervous. Her guilt and arousal caused her to assume that the pretty young woman standing beside their table, not much older than Alan, would somehow realize that her companion was her son and not some handsome young boy toy she had managed to seduce through her feminine wiles. Kristin ordered, not taking her eyes from the menu clutched in her hands. Once their server left she felt relaxed once more.
"She's pretty," Kristin remarked, dreading her son's reply.
"Huh...?" Alan grunted, raising his eyes from his mother's chest.
"The girl who took our order -- she's pretty," Kristin explained, almost frowning.
"I never noticed," her son said. "There's not a woman in here who out-shines you, Mom."
Kristin beamed a smile at her son, feeling her pussy getting even wetter. "You say all the right things, Honey. I don't know where you get your charm from," she said.
Alan shrugged. "I'm just being honest," he told her, then grew nervous. "Is that okay?"
"It's perfect. If you weren't my son, Jim would have something to worry about," Kristin said with a smile, although she was being very serious.
"What's going to happen with you and Dad?" Alan asked.
Kristin sighed and shook her head. "I don't know. He and I have so much history and so much invested in our marriage that... you know what -- never mind him tonight. He's not here. Let's you and I enjoy ourselves, okay?"
"Okay," Alan agreed, giving his mother a warm smile.
By the time their food was brought to them neither Alan nor his mother were particularly hungry. Their carnal libidos had overwhelmed any craving for food. Alan pushed his pasta around on his plate with his fork, glancing up at his mother occasionally. She was picking at her chicken breast and mushrooms, but seemed about as interested in her food as he was. They ate silently, each secretly wishing they were back home in each-other's arms.
Alan managed to eat most of his food before pushing his plate away. He noticed that his mother had not finished her entire meal either.
"Didn't you like it?" Kristin asked.
"Yeah. I'm just not that hungry, I guess," her son replied.
Kristin smiled, surmising that he was thinking what she was. "Ready to leave?" she asked.
Alan gave his mother an eager nod and smiled.
As they walked back to her car Kristin hooked her arm around her son's and pressed herself against him. She kissed his cheek and smiled into his eyes.
"Thanks for buying me dinner. This was the nicest date I've been on in years," she said.
Alan turned his head and gave his mother a look of surprise. "Was this a date?" he asked.
"Well, it's the closest I've had to one in a long time," she replied with a nervous smile.
During the ride home Alan was silent. He tried to think of something to say to break the silence but was too nervous. He noticed that his mother seemed somewhat anxious as well. She was gripping the steering wheel firmly and staring straight ahead as she drove. He wondered what she was thinking.
After Kristin parked her car in the yard Alan followed her in to the house. He locked the door behind them and loosened his tie then unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. His mother was standing beside the kitchen table, smiling at him. As he approached her she extended her arms to give him a hug.
"Thanks again, Honey. I had a wonderful night." Kristin gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled him tighter to her.
Alan ran his hand up his mother's bare back, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. Her firm breasts were pressed to his chest. He tilted his eyes down to look into her cleavage, which her dress was revealing plenty of. A few seconds later Kristin backed away from her son with a sigh.
"I've been wanting to get these shoes off all night. They're killing my feet," she said.
Kristin braced her left hand on the kitchen table and leaned over to unfasten the strap of her left shoe. She felt her breasts sway and shift inside her dress as she bent over, tugging at her shoe. As she pulled her shoe off she noticed her left nipple peeking out from the strip of material that had been covering it. She gasped and clutched her hand to her chest as she straightened her back. When she looked up at her son she realized that he was staring directly at her partially exposed breast. She felt herself blush as she tugged at her dress to cover herself.
"I was afraid of that happening," she said with a bashful smile.
"Better for it to happen here than at the restaurant," Alan said, feeling his cock throb.
"I suppose," his mother concluded with a shy grin. She could feel her clit throb as her son ran his eyes over her. Her panties were soaked now and she wished that she could take them off.
"You still have to take your other shoe off," Alan reminded her, pointing down to his mother's right foot.
Kristin gave her son a foxy smile, knowing what he was anticipating. Slowly, she leaned over and unfastened the strap of her shoe. She felt her breasts shift and sway inside her dress. When she took a quick glance at them she was surprised to see that neither had slipped from her halter dress this time. She tugged her shoe off and smiled at Alan as she straightened her back.
"No wardrobe malfunction this time," she remarked.
"Nope," he said, trying not to look as dismayed as he was.
"Disappointed?" she asked with a grin, although only somewhat jokingly.
Alan smirked, but didn't answer.
"I bet you're probably used to seeing more than just a little boob at the end of an evening after a date, aren't you?" Kristin said, trying to sound light-hearted, although she assumed it was the case.
"It... ah... wasn't little, Mom," Alan retorted. He felt somewhat apprehensive about making such a blatant remark, but his arousal had begun to override his judgment.
Kristin felt a rush of excitement well in the centre of her chest and spread down to her hard clit. Her entire body began growing warmer and she could feel her clit pulse. "Oh... was it bigger than your other dates' boobs?" she asked, knowing that she was leading the conversation somewhere taboo.
Alan nodded. "Yeah... a lot," he murmured, staring at his mother's chest.
"Bigger's not always better though. Mine aren't firm and perky like the ones girls your age have," she said, frowning.
"I... ah... don't know." Alan looked up to his mother's face with a thin grin.
Kristin smiled, understanding the subtext of his remark. She grew nervous as her mind reeled with both the possibilities and the consequences of where the conversation was going. She had been over this time and time again in her mind. It always ended the same: with her giving in to her son's advances and her own desires, despite how forbidden she reminded herself they were.
"You don't? But -- you told Joey that you've felt them," she said, sounding a little perplexed.
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