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The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 01

By: TheHessian



It was that damned new bathing suit that started all this. Since the family had a pool that she used regularly during the warm months it was to be expected that she would change her suit from time to time. Most of them had been two piece suits and he didn't pay them much notice until this one came along.

Kyle was standing at the kitchen counter making a sandwich even though he had just finished lunch a couple of hours ago. He held a wide knife with a glob of mayonnaise, preparing to spread it on a slice of bread when she came breezing through the kitchen, heading for the sliding doors that led to the pool area. He froze and stared at her although she didn't seem to notice as she passed him.

Her new suit was a pale yellow with a fine silver checkered pattern printed on it. The colors blended nicely and gave the fabric a subtle shine and even matched her short blonde hair somewhat. But the colors weren't what caught his eye. Her top was a style he had only seen on swimsuit models. There were two triangles of yellow cloth that only covered the front of her large bosom, leaving the sides open. The straps were thin and barely seemed able to hold her breasts in and he watched as they rocked back and forth when she walked as if threatening to free themselves at any moment. Skimpy would have been the first adjective that came to mind if he could have stopped watching her long enough to think. She wore a multicolored beach towel around her waist and carried her pool bag in her left hand. 

"You just ate lunch!" she exclaimed without slowing down or looking his way.

Kyle didn't answer but watched as she gave the sliding door a shove then walked out on to the shaded patio area before stepping out into the sun. His eyes followed her as she headed over to the left side of the pool, the sun side. She grabbed a deck chair and checked the sun before positioning it at an angle for the best exposure to the warm rays. Then she moved a small table to the right side of the chair and began taking items from her pool bag and arranging them on it. She took out a large bottle of water that was frozen solid but would quickly thaw in the sun, her romance novel of the week, her cigarettes and lighter and lastly a large bottle of low SPF sunscreen. Then she sat on the edge of the chair that faced the house and methodically began to apply sunscreen to herself. He watched as she rubbed the liquid on her arms, neck, chest and abdomen, running her fingers beneath the lines of her suit to get those spots that might be exposed when she changed positions. After she covered her upper parts she stood up and pulled off the towel then turned around and spread it out on the deck chair.

The bottom of her suit was the same fabric as the top. It tied on the sides and while it wasn't a thong cut, it certainly exposed more of her round buttocks than previous suits. There was another small triangle of fabric in the front that covered just what it had to and left the sides of her hips mostly open. She propped her right leg on the deckchair and applied lotion to it then did the same for the left before elevating the back of the chair a bit and lying down on it. She reached over and pulled a cigarette out of the pack and lit it then exhaled the silver smoke into the hot, humid air. Then she put one arm behind her head and bent her left leg at the knee then relaxed and settled in for a couple of hours of tanning.

Kyle often chastised her for smoking and for tanning, repeatedly warning her about the adverse effects of those pastimes but, in truth, she was a chipper, smoking only a few cigarettes a week so it was unlikely she would suffer any problems. She did use sunscreen and moisturizers so she didn't do wholesale damage to her skin by tanning with no protection but this new suit seemed to be designed to allow the maximum amount of skin exposure without being nude. However these thoughts were not on his mind as he looked across the pool at her. 

Kyle realized he was still holding the mayonnaise and had not spread it on the bread yet. Quickly he finished making his sandwich then grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and a cold soft drink from the refrigerator. Exiting through the sliding doors, he made his way to the right side of the pool, the shady side. Lying on a deckchair for hours was boring to him so he had no interest in tanning. Yet he loved getting in the water and swimming around though but first he wanted to eat. 

As he walked to the corner where the patio table with the umbrella waited he glanced over at her, just a quick look, not staring. She hadn't changed position yet but soon would. He set his snack on the table purposely positioning himself so as not to have her in his direct line of sight. The sandwich, chips and drink disappeared quickly and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand since he forgot a napkin. Then he stood and walked to the side of the pool closest to him, which was the deep end, and jumped in feet first. He brought his legs up as he slid through the water, slowing his descent, enjoying the water which became cooler the deeper he sank. The count began in his head and he mentally ticked off the seconds. His goal was to stay underwater for three minutes and so far his best had been one minute and forty-seven seconds. As the time went by he started feeling the urge to breath come over him and he lightly kicked off the bottom of the pool and rose to the surface but kept his head under water as he continued to count. When he reached two minutes he raised his head out of the water, exhaled, and then took in a few deep breaths until his blood oxygen recovered and his heart rate slowed to normal.

Looking to his right he saw that he was near the side of the pool, directly in front of her. Her feet were first in his line of sight and he noticed her right leg was now bent up and leaning over to the side. This angle gave him a straight view of her crotch and he stared for a few moments until his eyes went further up her body, still slick and gleaming from the sunscreen. Her breasts were flattened some as she reclined and they wobbled a bit as she made tiny adjustments to her position, the tiny bathing suit barely covering them. Her face pointed directly up to the sky so he knew she couldn't see him but, after watching her for a time, he abruptly turned away, took a deep breath and glided back underwater, mentally ticking off the seconds again. He slowly drifted to the shallow part of the pool until he reached the steps at the end and realized he had lost count of his time underwater because his mind was focused on something else; something he knew was wrong to focus on but he couldn't seem to shift his attention to anything else right now. His feet found the first step and he climbed out of the pool stopping halfway to let the water drain out of his baggy shorts. It was time to get away from this situation, time to get away from that damned bathing suit. He started towards the patio where a stack of big fluffy towels waited. 

"Kyle," she called.

"Yeah mom," he answered.

"Come and do my back for me."

He went on to the patio to grab a towel then walked over to her. She had turned onto her stomach and untied the slim strings in the back that held her top on. Her breasts pushed outward from the deckchair, squashed against her towel. He was relieved to see that she was facing away from him so he didn't have to look away as he approached. Kyle pulled up a handy chair and positioned it close to her then reached across and grabbed the plastic bottle of sunscreen. He squeezed it firmly and the slick, white liquid squirted out of the bottle falling in streaks and spots across her back. The lotion's appearance on her back immediately brought to mind the usual end of porn videos he had seen but would really rather not associate with his mother. After hesitating just a moment, he placed his hand in the heaviest accumulation and began to spread it around her back and shoulders, slowly at first, then a bit faster but not so fast as to appear in a hurry. He started rubbing the lotion on the back of her neck.

"Ooooo!" she squeaked, twitching a bit.

"Sorry," Kyle said. She was very ticklish in that spot, something his father often took advantage of. He brought his hands down lower on her shoulders and continued applying the lotion.

"Get my legs too," she said without changing her position.

He squirted some of the lotion on his hands this time and rubbed it on the back of her thighs and calves but stopping below her buttocks which were mostly visible thanks to this damned new suit. Despite his best efforts he felt the beginnings of an erection stirring in his bathing suit. He quickly finished rubbing the lotion on her then stood up and turned away. 

"OK, got it," he said. He quickly walked back towards the house trying to adjust his bathing suit to hide his erection which had not reached full status but was probably visible none the less.

"Thanks sweetie," she replied. 

Kyle went in through the sliding doors, still trying to adjust his cock as it pushed against the snug bathing suit lining. He was grateful that his younger sister was hanging out at a friend's pool that day and that his father was out playing golf so there was no one in the house to see his predicament. He went up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind him. Immediately he shucked off his bathing suit and tossed it on the floor. He made a move to grab his hard cock but thought better of it and, instead, took a few deep breaths, trying to calm things down. 

This was not the first time an unwanted erection had happened to him. After all he was 18 and sometimes all of his senses seemed to be trying to cause erections. The sight of a hot girl, the smell of her perfume, a flirtatious remark or friendly hug all seemed to trigger a response that could and had been embarrassing. He was newly graduated from high school and heading to college in a couple of months where he hoped that finding willing sex partners would be a bit easier. Having his first sex at age 16 then experiencing a drought until just before graduation had not helped things since his body now knew how good sex was and let him know that it was ready to go at inopportune times. Although he was tall and muscular in a teenage sort of way, he found talking to girls difficult and his attempts at flirting or pick-up lines were rather clumsy which caused further stress. So he dated some but had no regular girlfriend and consequently no regular sex partner.

His erection relaxed and faded away but he was still reluctant to touch himself since it might readily flare up again. He pulled some underwear out of his drawer then grabbed a pair or shorts that were on the floor and put them on. A tank top lay in a heap on his bed and he moved to put it on but decided it was too dirty and got another from his dresser. He flopped back on his bed and stretched out putting his arms over his head. Why did she go and buy a suit like that one, he thought. He figured it was so that she could get maximum exposure when she tanned but she could go fully nude at her tanning salon that she used during the cold months. 

He thought for a bit and realized the problem wasn't the damned bathing suit. The problem was that his mom was not only very pretty but had a great, curvy body. She wasn't tall but had an hourglass figure that featured a set of large breasts that her short stature only accented. Her hips and ass were also nice and round and she carried only a bit of extra weight so she was definitely curvy without being fat. She wore her straight blonde hair in a low maintenance, pixie style, that wasn't excessively short but long enough to still frame her features. She had always worn her hair that way saying she didn't like taking a lot of time with drying, brushing and styling. A quick blowout with her hand held dryer she was ready for anything be it her job in real estate or a night out with his dad.

As he relaxed on his bed the images of her sweeping through the kitchen, her breasts straining in the tiny suit and the shiny slick sunscreen gleaming on her curves refused to leave him. He also remembered his hands touching her skin as he spread the white, creamy liquid around her back and legs. He tried to push the thoughts and experiences from his mind as he began to feel his cock stirring again so he fought to try and think of something else without much success. In frustration he quickly got off the bed and dropped to floor where he began doing push-ups. This technique had worked to stave off unwanted erections in the past when he was in a situation where he could get away and do them. He counted at the start of each one making sure to go all the way to the floor and all the way back up. When he reached fifty he stopped and took in a few deep breaths before gutting out ten more then he fell to the floor, his arms and chest burning, his wrists numb, his breathing rapid.

He stayed there for a bit until he began to recover then suddenly felt a vibration in the floor and heard the pipes begin to creak and pop as water flowed through them.

The large master bathroom that his parents used was on the other side of the wall from his bedroom and he could always hear the water rush through the pipes when the shower or bath faucets were turned on. The pitch suddenly changed, becoming higher as the faucets feeding the shower opened. In a moment he heard a low grinding noise then

a thump as the shower doors slid closed. He looked out his back window which overlooked the pool and saw that she was gone from her tanning spot. The water continued to run next door. He got up on his knees and thought for just a second before going out into the common hallway which gave access to all the bedrooms in the house. Quietly Kyle walked down the hall and gave the main level of the house a quick inspection to ascertain whether anyone had recently come home. He listened and looked and decided no one else was there so he softly walked back down the hall to the door to his parent's bedroom. 

It was open as was the door to the bathroom although one could not see anything in the bathroom from this position. His heart thumped in his chest as he crept to the doorway into the master bathroom and then squatted beside it. He could smell her fruity shampoo wafting through the steamy air as he crouched by the door trying to decide if he should go through with his plan or not. He paused for a few moments then slowly and carefully he looked around the doorframe and saw the standup shower in full view. The glass was translucent but he could still see the lines of her form behind the doors as she scrubbed away the sunscreen and sweat with a loofa. Her hand ran the coarse pad over all of her limbs and over her chest removing the sunscreen in much the same way that she had applied it. He quickly felt himself growing hard again but this time he reached down and began to massage his hard dick through his shorts enjoying the feel of his own familiar touch. She was working on her back now and he knew that soon she would finish and he would have to be out of sight when she did. He stood up from his crouch and leaned against the doorway before moving to leave the room when he noticed the tall dressing mirror on the other side of the bedroom.

An idea formed and he strode quickly but quietly across the room to the mirror. He picked it up and moved it a bit closer to the bed and turned it some until he thought it was facing the bathroom doorway. Silently darting back to the bedroom door he took a look then went back and made an adjustment before hearing the water turn off. Kyle shot back across the room, the heavy carpet muffling his stride as he went out the bedroom door. He crouched on the right side of the doorway and looked at the mirror. He immediately saw that, despite his haste, he had aligned it perfectly. 

The shower door slid open and he saw her reach out and grab a towel that hung beside the sliding doors. She held it in front as she stepped out of the shower. After shaking some of the water out of her hair, she brought the towel up and patted her face dry. The big towel still covered most of her body as it hung in front of her. She started using it on her arms and chest, wiping away the water although not exposing much. But then she grabbed the corners and whipped the towel around behind her, pulling it back and forth as she dried her back.

Kyle gasped and held his breath when he saw her fully revealed reflection in the mirror. His hand went back to his hard dick again and he began to jack himself through his shorts. Her tits were amazing, large, full and perfectly symmetrical. Her nipples were about the size of a small jar lid and darker than he might have guessed. Looking at her crotch he saw that she wasn't fully shaved but, instead her pubic hair was trimmed short but still easily visible. He watched as long as she stood there drying herself grateful for the lack of light in the hallway that kept him hidden. She kept on drying herself, paying attention to her arm, legs and feet as he watched. Then she stood and again whipped the towel through the air and cinched it closed above her breasts. She walked over to the sink leaving the mirror's reflection. It was over.

Kyle turned from the doorway and went back to his bedroom and went in, quietly closing the door behind him then locking it. He stripped off his shorts and underwear and grabbed the dirty tank top that still lay on the floor. Without hesitation he gripped his hard dick and frantically jacked himself as he closed his eyes and recalled what he had just seen. Fantasy overcame reality as he pictured himself grabbing his mom and throwing her on the big king sized bed she shared with his father and fucking her with hard deep thrusts as she moaned in ecstasy and wrapped her legs tightly around him. It did not take long for him to climax. His semen shot into the air and it fell on the dirty shirt and his body shook as he thrust his hips upward. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever felt and waves of pleasure radiated from his groin, flowing outward over his entire body. When he finally stopped he relaxed and allowed his breathing and pulse to slow then wiped up the excess semen that missed the shirt. Then he balled up the tank top and threw it to the floor. That was incredible, he thought, beyond incredible. But as his erection slowly faded the reality of what he had just fantasized about became clearer. The change from intense delight to guilt and shame came quickly as he recovered his wits. He sat up and rested on the edge of his bed thinking about what had just happened. He wondered if he was now totally weird and twisted due to his fantasy or if other guys thought the same things. If their mothers looked like his he thought it was certain other guys had the same fantasies. There was confusion now along with the guilt and shame. Many different lines of thought ran through his mind and he sat still not quite knowing what to do. He stood up and put his underwear and shorts back on then picked up the soiled tank top and stuffed it in his laundry hamper, putting it deep so that it blended with the rest of his dirty clothes. 

Another vibration shook the house, this one more low and rumbling, signaling that the garage door was opening and that his father was home from golf, most likely having picked up his sister along the way. Kyle went downstairs and got on the couch. He used the remote to turn on the TV and found a baseball game. He relaxed and stretched out a bit trying to appear as normal as possible. His sister Megan came in first chattering away about all the gossip she had picked up at her friend's house. His dad followed close behind. Usually his father would be about half in the bag after a day of golfing but today he drove rather than rode with someone so he likely had not drank much.


The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 03: Lynne's Story



Lynne paid close attention to the knife in her right hand as she finished chopping some carrots that were to be part of supper later that evening. The short bladed chef's knife was very sharp and she did not want to cut herself so she managed to keep a close eye on her task although her mind seemed to wander to another topic a bit. It had been a couple of weeks since Sue's drunken admission of playfully trying to seduce her son Robbie but yet the tale still kept popping up in her mind more often than she would have liked. She had talked about it with Kat a couple of times and in the end they agreed that it most likely never happened at all and that Sue had made the whole thing up just to try and shock them. Sue seemed to like to tell them all about her sex life which included some S+M, bondage and role play. She seemed to enjoy Kat and Lynne's reactions which, over time, had lessened somewhat so Sue would try and amp up the stories some to try and increase the shock value. Her last story about parading in front of her son with a skimpy bathing suit and trying to seduce him under the guise of a "mother/son bonding experience" definitely had the desired reaction from both Lynne and Kat leaving both of them with their mouths gaping open in disbelief. 

Lynne thought about that story a number of times since then and while the shock had worn off she thought that any mother who would even contemplate such a thing must have some serious problems. The more Lynne thought about it the more she thought that Sue should start seeing a counselor and, quite possibly, go through rehab due to her ever increasing alcohol consumption.

Lynne, Sue and Kat all had 18 year old sons that were good friends since grade school. Robbie, Sue's son, was the biggest and most muscular of the three and also tended to be the most impulsive. He had been in trouble at school a few times and didn't seem to care much what punishments came his way as long as he could continue to play football and wrestle for the school. Kat's son Kyle was more level headed and seemed to be more caring about other people's feelings. He was also athletic but focused on baseball instead of contact sports. That left Lynne's son Josh who ran long distances on the school's track and cross-country teams. He was also level headed, most of the time, but sometimes allowed himself to be talked into questionable situations without considering the consequences. Most of these incidents involved Robbie to some degree but since none of them resulted in property damage or possible jail time Lynne didn't make much of a fuss beyond grounding him or taking away some of his privileges for a time. Their boys were basically good boys that tested boundaries like nearly every teenage boy did. All of them were going off to the same college in the fall and it would be interesting to see how all of them fared. Lynne's hunch was that Kyle and Josh would do well but Robbie would most likely end up in the military or in jail without his parents to rein him in. Josh had an extra incentive since he had received a partial scholarship to run track contingent on his grades and behavior so Lynne didn't worry much about him going off to school although she would miss him terribly.

Lynne was divorced from Josh's father going on four years now and Josh was her only child. Josh had always done his best to help out around the house and worked part time to help bring in extra money even though it wasn't necessary. Lynne worked in commercial real estate and made a somewhat more than good living. Kat also worked in real estate but concentrated on residential properties so the two of them often crossed paths. With her own income and the money from the divorce and child support she was secure enough to tell Josh to take the summer off from work and concentrate on training for the fall cross-country season at college. Josh agreed and was in fact out on a long run right now. Lynne marveled at how her son, with his lean runner's body, could go out and run for miles in the summer heat but he seemed to do it easily. Since he usually ran shirtless in the summer she could also see changes in his body. He had gotten broader through the shoulders and thicker in the legs over the last year or so and while other mothers often told her how fit her son looked she continued to see him just as her boy although she did agree with other mom's view of her son.

Lynne heard the side door open and close along with some shuffling noises telling her that Josh was home and was kicking off his running shoes before he came in. These were the usual sounds she heard when Josh came home and she didn't think much of it. She kept on with her vegetable preparation, slicing and dicing them into different sizes but suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around her waist from behind and pull her in tight while wet hair slapped against the left side of her neck.

"Hi Mom!" shouted Josh.

Lynne's eye popped open and she shrieked loudly as she dropped the knife and grabbed Josh's arms pulling them apart as she spun around and reflexively pushed her son away. Her heart was racing as she stared at him in shock and disbelief.

"What are you doing?" she yelled. "You about scared me to death and I had a knife in my hand! We both could have been hurt!"

Josh stood there shirtless and dripping sweat after his run. His smile quickly faded, replaced by a more remorseful expression. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you."

Lynne picked up a handy towel and wiped her son's sweat off her neck and arms. She noticed that her back also felt wet and she reached around and could feel that the back of her shirt was very wet thanks to her son.

"Well you surprised me alright," she said with a smile as wiped her self some more. "More like you scared the poop out of me."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"It's OK; just give me some warning when you hug me like that."

"I will."

Lynne thought about stepping up and giving her son a hug right now since he seemed to truly be sorry about what he had done but he was sopping wet after his run and she didn't want more of his sweat on her than she had. "How far did you run anyway?"

"Only five miles but it's hot outside so I look like I ran more."

Only five miles Lynne thought. Paramedics would have to come and get her if she tried to run a half mile. But then her son was young and fit and, right now, very sweaty."You need to go change and shower before dinner and I need to change shirts."

"OK, what are we having?"

"Beef stew."

"Sounds good," and with that he bounded upstairs to clean himself up.

Lynne followed her son upstairs although at a much slower pace. Her heart had slowed down to a near normal rate although she still felt jittery after Josh's surprise hug. He had never done that before, come up behind her and grab at her like that. Of course they had hugged each other before, many times, but it was always like a mom and son should hug, affectionately, not nearly groping one another. She went into her bedroom and pulled the door to where it was almost closed. Closing it all the way caused feelings of claustrophobia so she always left it a bit open. She took her top off and used it to wipe away some of her son's sweat that had seeped through on to her back then tossed it into her laundry hamper. She turned to get another top out of her dresser and then shrieked for the second time in about ten minutes. Josh was standing in the doorway looking at her. Lynne immediately reached up to cover herself for she only had on a bra.

"Josh!" she shrieked again with more emphasis this time. "Are you actually trying to give me a heart attack? Close that door, now!"

With some hesitation Josh grasped the doorknob and quietly pulled it shut without leaving the room. Now he and his mother were alone in her bedroom with the door closed. 

Lynne stared at him in disbelief as she continued to try and cover herself. She hurried over to the dresser and pulled out the first top she could find then turned around, away from her son and quickly put it on then spun to face Josh again

"What is wrong with you today?" she said loudly, this time with some anger in her voice.

Josh didn't reply right away. He seemed unsure of what to do or say next. He looked at the floor and off to the sides of the bedroom, anywhere but at Lynne who was staring at him.

"I...uh...you know...you look good Mom. I just wanted to tell you that you looked good."

Lynne heard the hesitancy in her son's voice as if he had no idea what to say next. He shuffled in place in front of the door for a moment then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him then opening it a bit a second later. She heard his bedroom door quickly open and close a moment later then all was still and quiet except for the pounding in her chest which had returned. She sat on the bed for a bit until she calmed down somewhat, shaken up by her son's actions. There was a click behind her and she whipped around expecting to see Josh there again but she was alone. She realized she was not so much shaken up but actually scared by what her son had done. It was totally out of character for Josh and it both upset and scared her at the same time.

After a time she got up and walked back over to the dresser. There was a large mirror on top of it and she studied herself for a few seconds. You look good Mom, Josh had told her. What did he mean by that? He had complimented her that way in the past but only when she was dressed up for a special outing of some kind but never when she was in casual clothes and certainly never when she was wearing just a bra. She looked at her face and figure in the mirror. Her light brown hair came down past her shoulders like it had for many years. She wore it up when she was at work mainly because it got in the way more than because of any fashion sense. As she looked at herself she was reminded that she was heavier than she would have liked and more busty than in the past because of the extra weight. She put her hands on her hips and felt a small roll over her waistband and poked at it a little bit. Then she turned halfway and looked at her butt. It was bigger than it should be, more rounded due to her extra weight. Lynne thought that she didn't look bad by any means but she definitely wasn't centerfold material and never had been. So why was her son standing in her bedroom telling her she looked good for no apparent reason. Something was going on with Josh and she felt she needed to find out what very quickly. 

She left her room and went down the hallway to Josh's room. As she raised her hand to knock on his door she heard him talking to someone on his phone. She listened as her son spoke.

"No dude, it wasn't good. She totally didn't go for it." There was a pause as the other person replied. "Yeah, I saw her in her bra but that was it," another pause. "No, I'm not going to do that, no way. I don't think she'll go for it. Yeah, whatever. Later Robot." 

Lynne heard the conversation clearly and knew that Josh was talking to Robbie because he and Kyle both called him Robot as a nickname. But why was he telling Robbie he had seen her in her bra and what was it that Josh was sure she wouldn't go for. 

Without knocking she opened the door and walked in, making sure to keep it open behind her. Josh was lying on his bed and jumped with a start when Lynne abruptly came in. 

"Mom! Jeez you scared me this time," he said.

"What were you and Robbie talking about?" 

"God, you heard that?"

Lynne said nothing.

"It was...we were... we were talking about a girl we know."

"A girl that you saw in her bra?"

"Uh...it was her bathing suit...bikini I meant to say not bra. I saw her uh...sunbathing when I was running."

Josh was never good at lying but Lynne didn't challenge him on his story. She knew that she was the one Josh and Robbie were talking about but was afraid to hear Josh say it. She turned and left the room. "Dinner is at seven," she said as she closed the door behind her. 

She went downstairs and finished putting dinner together then put the pot on the stove to simmer for a couple of hours. Then she went to a stand alone cabinet and pulled a bottle of rum from it. Normally she mixed rum with cola and lime juice but this time she unscrewed the top and took a swallow straight from the bottle. Lynne winced as she felt the rum burn her throat then explode in her stomach. After recovering for a few moments she took another swallow, a smaller one this time then replaced the top and put the bottle back in the cabinet. Then she went over to the couch and sat down she reached for the TV remote and turned the set on but muted the sound so she could think. The rum relaxed her a bit but she was still anxious over what had happened between her and Josh in the last half hour or so. It was obvious to her that Josh and Robbie had been talking about her on the phone and she didn't like what she was hearing. It sounded like Robbie was trying to give Josh tips on how to seduce his own mother. Then Sue and her story about "playfully" seducing her son popped back into her mind again. She suddenly had a completely different take on it. Did Sue actually go through with it and have sex with her son and was her own Josh now trying to do the same thing? As much as she tried to wipe the thought from her mind she found herself totally absorbed by the thought that one of her good friends would commit incest. Even worse was that Robbie was telling Josh to try and do the same thing. 

She considered going back to the bottle of rum but quickly discarded that idea. She wanted her head clear for the discussion she was soon going to have with Josh. But figuring out a way to approach him about it was going to be a problem. Lynne knew she couldn't just go up to her son and ask him "Do you want to fuck me?" That wasn't a good idea at all mainly because while Josh was a handsome, well built, young man he was socially clumsy around girls, especially those he was attracted to so confronting him straight on might worsen things in that respect. Even worse was the possibility that he might say yes. If he said yes Lynne felt that their bond as mother and son would be forever damaged and she loved him too much for that to happen. As she thought about it more she realized there was no easy way to do this, certainly none that wouldn't cause damage of some kind, so she decided not to say anything in hopes that his earlier awkward attempts would not be repeated and new attempts would not happen. Josh could consider his acts ill advised and hopefully tell Robbie not to give him any more suggestions.

She heard Josh's door open upstairs and heard the thump of his big feet on the stairs as he walked down to the living room. He came over and sat on the other end of the couch.

"What's on?" he asked.

Lynne raised her arm off the back of the couch and motioned to Josh to come over to her. Josh slid over and Lynne draped her arm around him as he leaned against her. She said nothing for a little bit and then without thinking she told him.

"I know what Robbie and his mom are doing."

Josh straightened up and started at Lynne in disbelief. "How could you know? Has Miss Sue told you about it? Robbie just told me a couple of days ago."

"You just told me yourself."

Josh looked sheepish as he realized his mom had tricked him into admitting what he was forbidden to share. 

"Now tell me what you and Robbie were talking about on the phone."

"It was nothing Mom, really."

"I know different Josh. You were trying some of Robbie's suggestions to try and get me to do what he and Sue are doing, right."

Josh bowed his head clearly uncomfortable talking about this any more.

"Right?" Lynne repeated more firmly.

"It wasn't what you think Mom."

"I think it was." 

"Robbie told me about it but I'm not sure I believe him. He told me to try some things with you and let him know what happened. I think he's pranking me. He likes to do that with everyone.

"So why did you try those things then?"

"I don't know. I'm stupid I guess."

"And what would you have done if I went along with it?"

Josh looked up into Lynne's eyes. Neither of them looked away for a second then he suddenly climbed on top of her and began kissing her neck and cheeks. 

Lynne immediately tried to push him off but her son was too strong. "Stop this Josh! Stop this right now!"

In response Josh cupped her left breast in his hand and groped it hard. Lynne struggled against him to no avail. Finally she relaxed and stopped fighting him. 

"Alright, alright, slow down. Don't be so rough," she said. 

Josh relaxed too and dialed down the intensity of his kisses and groping. This allowed Lynne to adjust her position a bit. Then she placed her hands on Josh's chest and pushed hard, throwing him off her and on to the floor. Lynne quickly stood up but didn't run away. Instead she silently looked down at her son, her face letting him know what she felt. Josh slowly got to his feet and faced his mother.

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry."

Lynne stepped forward and took her son in her arms, pulling him close to her. "It's OK Josh. Don't worry, don't worry."

Josh loosely put his arms around her waist, not daring to pull her closer. They stayed that way for a time until Lynne stepped back a bit so that she could see Josh's face. She wiped some tears away with her hand and gave her son a small smile.

Then she closed her eyes, leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss and there was no tongue involved but it seemed to shock Josh and he pulled away from her. 

"How did that feel?" she asked.

"Really weird." 

"So how do you think you would feel if we did more?"

Josh didn't answer right away .Then Lynne kissed him again pulling him tighter to her at the same time. She let her tongue slip in just between his lips this time. After a couple of seconds he pulled back away from her again. 

"Still too weird?" asked Lynne.

"Yeah, way too weird. And you taste like rum."

"Then let's not get into something like this again, OK."

"OK."

"Wait a minute. How do you know what rum tastes like?" asked Lynne.

Josh tried to think of an answer but Lynne smiled and gave her son a little shove, telling him she was joking. "Let's sit down. We need to talk some more."

They both sat on the couch, further apart this time. It was quiet between them for a bit until Lynne began with a question Josh was not expecting. "What was it that Robbie wanted you to do next? The thing you said you weren't going to do, no way."

Josh squirmed on the couch, looking as if he might run out the door at any second. "Ah...it's nothing, not important really. He's just pranking me like I said."

"I want to know what it was. I'm going to have a long talk with Sue and Robbie and I want all the details before I go in so tell me."

"You don't need to do that. I'll tell him myself that this whole thing is finished so you don't need to."

"Just tell me," said Lynne. Her tone told Josh she would not back down from this.

Josh hesitated then said, "He wanted me to get a pair of your panties and sniff them."

"Oh my god! Where does he come up with this stuff?" exclaimed Lynne.

"He gets it from the internet. He looks at a lot of porn all the time."

"Of course. So why did you do those other things, grabbing me, spying on me but not sniffing my panties."

"Mom that's just gross. I'm not going to do something like that."

"Gross? How do you know?"

"Well, you know I don't smell good after a run so I figure..."

"Oh you figure my panties smell the same way?"

"I don't know Mom. Can we stop talking about this?"

"Maybe I should go and get the panties I wore yesterday and let you smell them. That way you could tell Robbie all about them."




The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 03: Lynne's Story



Josh stood up and ran back upstairs, ending any further questioning. Lynn remained on the couch wondering if she had pushed her son too far. She rightly deduced that kissing him would make him feel so uncomfortable that the idea of going farther would be a turn-off. But confronting him about smelling her panties may have gone over the line and done more damage than good. Lynne actually had no intention of talking to either Sue or Robbie about any of this. Her hastily thrown together plan was to make the idea of sex with his mother unappealing to Josh but she might have succeeded too well with it. She went up to Josh's room trying to think of a way to smooth things over and get them both out of this mess.

She opened the door without knocking again to find Josh lying on his bed; his shorts down, his shirt off, forcefully jacking off. Lynne stood in the doorway and watched even though her conscience and sense of morality was telling her to close the door and leave. 

"Josh," she said softly. 

"Close the door Mom," he answered while continuing to masturbate.

Lynne stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Josh looked up and saw her. He released his grip on his hard cock the pulled his shorts up. 

"Did I do this to you?" asked Lynne.

"Yeah. I tried to fight it but when you kissed me and started talking about panties...I don't know. I just got so turned on."

"I'm sorry Josh. I was trying to turn you off to the whole idea. I guess it didn't work."

"It's OK Mom. Let's just drop this whole fucking thing, OK."

Lynne was surprised to hear Josh talk like that but knew it was a measure of how upset and confused he was. Her little plan had backfired for sure and she had no idea how to fix things. She loved her son and was upset with herself for putting him in such a state. She walked over to the bed and lay down beside him. Josh turned facing away from her and she put her arm around him and pulled him tight against her. Josh took her hand in his and held it firmly. The two of them lay still for a time, neither speaking nor moving. Then Josh slowly began to move Lynne's hand down to his crotch. He did not keep a hard grip on her hand. She could have pulled away at any time. But instead she allowed him to guide her hand under the waistband of his shorts where she felt his still hard cock. Then he released her hand, leaving the decision to keep on or stop up to her. 

She gently wrapped her fingers around her son's erect cock and began to move her hand up and down. Josh took in a quick, deep breath as she started and Lynne could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Her own heart pounded in time as she continued massaging her son's cock, allowing her hand to travel its entire length. She ran her thumb over the head of it and felt a large drop of slick semen waiting. Using her thumb and index finger she spread it around the tip of Josh's cock causing him to squirm and moan in pleasure. As she worked on his hard cock she felt herself becoming wet and she pushed her thighs together and rubbed them back and forth, grinding against Josh's firm ass at the same time. 

He shifted onto his back and pulled his shorts down, kicking them off and onto the floor back giving Lynne total access to his throbbing cock. She looked down at her hand wrapped around her son's dick and quickened her hand movements, using long firm strokes that glided around every inch of it. Josh turned his head and the two locked eyes for a moment then, without hesitation, began kissing passionately. There was no holding back or teasing this time as their mouths opened wide and both of their tongues shot in and out, breaking through the lips, pushing against one another. 

Lynne released her son's cock and crawled on top of him, straddling him, pushing down on his hard dick and grinding against it, feeling his shaft rub against her wet pussy through her shorts. She sat up, still keeping contact with him and grinding away, then pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side. She leaned forward allowing Josh to take her tits in his mouth, his tongue licking her hard nipples until they sent waves of pleasure through her entire body.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed with her eyes clenched tight, lost in the most forbidden of passions. "Oh god, fuck, fuck!" 

She rolled off Josh and onto her back, her hips still pumping up and down. Josh fumbled with the button and zipper on her shorts, finally getting them loose and pulling them off along with her panties. Her clothing gone, she spread her legs wide and Josh roughly entered her causing a short yelp of pain that was replaced by shouts of passionate profanity.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me Josh, fuck me!" she yelled.

Josh obliged his mother with fast, deep thrusts, nearly slamming each one inside her as she bucked and moaned under him. Lynne wrapped her legs around him pulling him in tighter for a time then opened her legs as wide as she could letting him push in as far as he wanted. Lynne rocked her hips in time with her son's forceful shoves into her dripping pussy until the wave began to form. It started around her clitoris then spread outward travelling up her abdomen and spine until she exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life.

"Ah, ahh, ahhhhhh!" she screamed as her entire body shook and rocked, the ecstasy stopping just short of pain. Wave after wave of the most gloriously powerful pleasure ran up and down her body as she twisted and convulsed underneath her son. The pulsing sensations began to subside some and she tried to catch her breath but, it seems, Josh was not finished quite yet. 

She looked up into his face and saw his eyes were closed and his features contorted halfway between frenzy and agony. He supported himself on his arms as he kept on fucking her with the same intensity as when he started. Lynne put her hands on his tight ass and pulled him in with each stroke until she felt another orgasm building. This one hit with somewhat less power but was still enough to make her feel as if she might blackout and yet Josh kept on with strong deep thrusts pounding away as if had no intention of stopping anytime soon. 

"Oh my god! Oh shit, shit Josh!" she moaned as Josh fucked her with the rhythm and strength of a piston driven machine.

Then, suddenly his pace quickened even more and she felt his body tighten.

"Give it to me!" she moaned. "Give it to me now!"

Josh went nearly rigid as she shot a seemingly endless stream of sperm inside of her. He moaned and grunted with each push, his breath coming in short gasps until he had no more energy to continue and collapsed on top of Lynne. 

She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to her. She could feel his heart beating quickly and felt her own heart doing the same. Both of their breathing slowed to more normal rates although Josh, being in better shape, recovered faster. Their bodies were covered in sweat and soon Josh rolled off her and let the air flow over them and cool them off. 

Lynne reached over and took Josh's hand and they both lay there quietly for a while. Once the passion had cleared away and their minds returned to normal Lynne thought that a cascade of guilt and shame would wash over them both but, oddly enough, she felt just fine with what had just happened and she wasn't sure why. What her and her son had done was wrong, absolutely wrong, on so many levels yet the main thing she wondered was if her athletic and very fit son could get it up again sooner rather than later. The wall had been torn down. The taboo had been not only broken but trampled on so there was no need wallowing in sorrow over it. If Lynne knew one thing at this moment it was that her son Josh had just fucked her like she had never been fucked before and that she wanted more of the same.

"Josh?" she said.

"Yeah."

"Do you have anything important to do today?"

"No." he answered. "Why?"

Lynne's response was to go down on her son and take her cock into her mouth. It tasted of sperm but she didn't care as she sucked him until he was rock hard again. He groaned in pleasure as she used every trick she knew on him and when she felt he was ready, she got on top him and rode him as he sucked her tits and pulled her ass tight. Lynne positioned herself for maximum pleasure and in a short time she climaxed yet again, falling on to Josh's chest and pounding on his ribs as the shock waves of her orgasm flooded her once again. Josh kept thrusting during her orgasm which intensified the feelings almost to a breaking point. He came again, slamming his dick upward again and again until the semen ran out of her and on to the sheets. It took longer for their bodies to recover this time and after a while they both fell asleep, Josh on his stomach with his arm leaning across his mother's bare chest.

It was dark when Lynne awoke. She quietly got up and got dressed then went downstairs and checked on the stew. The savory smell reached her as she left Josh's bedroom, making her hungry. She gave the stew a quick stir then took it off the burner to let it cool a while. After setting the table she went upstairs to get Josh. He was up and dressed when she came into his room. Without breaking stride she walked over to him and planted a big wet kiss fully on his lips. 

"Get used to it," she said.

Josh smiled as his mother took him by the hand and led him down to supper.



The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 04



Kyle and Josh were waiting at the shaded picnic table that served as their usual meeting spot when they all came to this park. Josh had taken off his shirt and was wiping the sweat from his chest and face. He decided to combine this meeting with a moderately long run and had arrived just a bit after Kyle. Not being one for long runs in the heat, Kyle had ridden his bicycle over. It now rested against the large thick oak that provided nice shade for the spot. Kyle passed a large bottle of water over to Josh who downed most of it on the spot, trying to replenish his lost fluids. Kyle took a few swallows from his own bottle meaning to save some of it for the ride home. Both their mothers waited at home and while both of them wanted to get back sooner rather than later, it had become a routine that they should meet on Saturday afternoons here in the park just to talk about things. Mostly they conversed about topics that none of them wanted their families to hear. Girls were always at the top of the list but new music, upcoming events such as concerts or parties, how things were going to go once they were all at college and, usually, back to girls again were generally how these meetings went. 

One topic that was in the mix was Robbie's claim that he was fucking his own mother. Neither Kyle nor Josh had confessed that they, too, were doing the same thing and so, for now, they listened to Robbie, who seemed to have no problem sharing the details about his own taboo sex life. Kyle and Josh had not come forth with their incestuous relationships because both of them thought, without a doubt, that Robbie would somehow use it to gain leverage over them and, most likely, try and get the three sons and their mothers all involved in some swap meet where mothers and sons would swap partners until all of them were fucking each other. For himself, Kyle had no intention of letting Robbie or Josh, for that matter, fuck his mother. Unknown to Kyle, Josh felt the same way and so they both were silent for now.

Kyle pointed across the park. "Here he comes," he said. 

Josh looked and saw Robbie walking towards them. He was wearing a skimpy tank top and running shorts that showed off his muscular frame, on purpose of course. As Robbie walked into the shade he looked at Josh then a broad grin broke out across his face. 

"Fuck you Robot," said Josh before Robbie could say a word.

"What? What did I do?" answered Robbie, his grin growing even wider.

"Just shut up. And by the way, fuck you," said Josh.

"What's going on?" asked Kyle.

"Nothing," said Josh. He paused for a bit before following up. "This asshole pranked me is all."

Kyle looked back and forth from Josh to the still grinning Robbie. "What did he do?"

"Nothing, he's just a tool," said Josh.

"I got him to hit on his mom," said Robbie, still grinning.

"Shut up dickhead," replied Josh.

Kyle's heart rate quickened a bit at this news. Was it possible that Josh and his mom were having taboo sex like he was with his own mother? He wanted to know more but hesitated asking, worried that he might reveal his own secret. 

"I can't believe you fell for it, dude," said Robbie.

"I can't believe you're banging your own mom. Your mom! That's just sick dude," retorted Josh.

"Dude, I'm not doing my mom. I just said that to see if you would go for it, you know and you totally did, man, totally."

"So the whole thing was just a big prank then?" asked Josh.

"Yeah and you fell for it," grinned Robbie.

"Wait, you told him you were doing your mom and got him to try it with his mom? You are sick, dude," said Kyle, his heart slowing down a bit.

None of them spoke for a moment until Robbie broke the silence.

"So, how did it go?" he asked Josh. 

"How do you think it went? I don't think I can ever even hug my mom again without her thinking I'm weird."

"So, nothing happened?" asked Robbie, looking for final confirmation.

"Of course nothing happened, dickhead."

Kyle felt it was time to get involved in the conversation before his two friends started throwing punches. "Robbie, dude, that was over the line. That's not something you pull on a friend, that's just sick and you know it." Kyle tried and make his words sound convincing which was hard since, after he left his friends, he was going home to fuck his own mother. 

"Yeah," added Josh.

Robbie's grin faded. He gave Josh a light punch in the shoulder. "I'm sorry dude. You're right, that was over the line. It didn't mess things up with you and your mom too much did it?"

"I don't think so." In fact Robbie's prank had opened a whole new and exciting relationship with his mother Lynne.

"OK. So, we're cool then?" asked Robbie.

"Yeah, we're cool. Forget about it. Just don't try something like that again."

"Oh I'm totally going to try and prank you again. It just won't be anything to do with your mom so look out," said Robbie, his wide grin flashing once more. 

Josh smiled and gave his friend a light punch in his arm. All was forgiven now, mostly forgiven anyway. Josh thought that he might not absolved Robbie so easily if his prank had not led to regular hot sex with his own mom. But since Josh was now sharing a bed with his mom on a nightly basis he was more inclined to forgive Robbie, without sharing that particular fact with him. 

The boys soon shifted into their usual topics starting with girls of course. Neither Josh nor Kyle had any new conquests to report since both of them were too busy pleasuring their mothers to go out and chase girls their own ages. They spoke, instead, of past sexual partners going into great detail on every aspect down to where it had occurred and for how long and how much danger there was of being caught All in all it was typical conversation for horny 18 year old boys. After going through sports and new music the boys bid each other goodbye and headed home. Josh loosened up a bit before jogging off while Kyle pedaled his bike home. Robbie walked back to his car, dreading what was going to happen when he got home.

He drove back to his house in silence, his mood darkening as he got closer. The wide grin that was his trademark was gone, replaced by an anxious look of uncertainty. He arrived home and stayed in his car for a little while as if he were undecided about going in or driving off. After a couple of minutes of contemplation he got out of his car and headed to the front door. He looked inside the garage, dismayed to see that his father's car was gone for that meant it would just be his mom, Sue, and him all alone.

Robbie walked in and looked around the large front living room. It was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan. He turned to head upstairs but stopped when he heard his mom's voice come from the kitchen.

"Robbie is that you?" Sue called. Robbie could clearly hear the slight slur in her voice. She had been drinking again but then she drank pretty much all the time these days.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Come in here a minute."

Robbie took in a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. She was leaning against the kitchen island that contained the stove and some cabinets. She held a large plastic cup filled, most likely with vodka and orange juice, heavy on the vodka. Next to her, balanced in an ashtray, a freshly lit cigarette wafted smoke up to the ceiling where another fan dissipated it into the air. Her long bleached blonde hair hung loosely on the sides of her face and a sly smile slowly grew from her red lips as she watched Robbie come into the room. She wore one of her bathing suits, not the damned, new, skimpy one that had started this whole thing, but a dark purple two-piece that, while larger, still allowed her large, silicon enhanced tits to bulge creating major cleavage. Along with the bathing suit she wore a light, gauzy, white, long sleeved blouse with the front open that served no other purpose than being a fashion accessory. She took a drag off her cigarette and eyed her son much like a female lion would look at a potential meal. 

"Your dad won't be home for hours," she purred.

Robbie looked down at the floor for a second before answering "Mom, please not again," he said.

Sue smiled at her son. "Oh come on you know you want it as much as I do. It's not like we haven't done it before. Eight times before by my count but who's counting."

"I know how many times we've done it. That doesn't make it right. We need to stop this before it gets out of hand."

In response Sue walked over and put her hand on her son's cock and slowly began to massage and fondle it, feeling it grow hard in her grasp. "I think I have it well in hand, don't you?"

Robbie's breathing and pulse quickened as Sue expertly rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. After a short time she ran her hand into Robbie's shorts and found his cock then continued stroking the shaft up and down. Robbie closed his eyes, his breath coming in short gasps of pleasure as Sue continued her technique. 

Suddenly Robbie reached down and pulled her hand out of his shorts and stepped away from her. "Damn it you need to stop this! You're my mother for God's sake. This is just wrong!"

Sue seemed unaffected by her son's words. She stepped towards him and put her arms around his waist then pulled him in for a kiss. Robbie turned his face away at the last second so that her lips found only Robbie's stubbly cheek. Undaunted she slid her lips down to Robbie's ear and licked his earlobe before advancing down his neck with sliding, wet kisses. His body jerked as her mouth continued its work then her hand found it's way back into his shorts again but, this time he made no move to stop her. Instead he reached around her back and undid her bathing suit top. Sue shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Then she pressed her lips to his and the two kissed one another hard allowing their tongues unobstructed access to each other's mouth. 

Sue then moved down Robbie's chest, further and further down until she came to his shorts. She lightly grasped them and slowly pulled them down allowing Robbie to step out of them at the end. Then she took her son's throbbing cock into her mouth and began to expertly suck him using her tongue and lips in time with her hand movements. She could feel his thighs tighten and jerk as she took his dick in and out of her mouth until saliva ran down her chin and onto the floor. 

Robbie's hands gripped the ledge of the counter as Sue kept on. "Goddamn, God damn it, she was so good at this!" he thought. Then he felt her mouth release him allowing her to take his slippery cock and lay it between her big tits, pushing them together as she deftly slid his dick back and forth, sandwiching it between them. 

"Does that feel good honey? Do you like it when mommy does that?" she asked.

Robbie's only response were a few halting grunts between breaths. He looked down at his mother as she knelt on the floor in front of him. Sue looked up at her son and smiled as she kept on sliding his cock back and forth between her tits as if she were proud of her handiwork. 

"It's time for you to make mommy feel good. Are you going to make mommy feel real good?" she said softly.

Robbie's jaw clenched tightly as his emotions battled running away against the nearly unbearable pleasure that he felt as Sue kept rubbing his wet, hard dick between her tits.

"Ahhhhh!" he shouted as he reached down and grabbed his mother by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and bent her across the counter then grabbed her bathing suit bottom and fiercely yanked it, ripping it down her legs until it was free. He cast it aside as Sue hiked her nice round ass in the air and spread her legs for him.

"That's the way Robbie! Come on and fuck me hard, hard as you can!" she shouted.

Robbie obliged her and rammed his hard cock into her wet, slippery pussy. Sue shrieked, not in pain but in delight, closing her eyes, an expression of passionate joy rushing across her face. Robbie grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in hard with each thrust. 

"Yeah! Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Sue exclaimed each time Robbie pounded his cock inside her. Her face lay sideways on the counter and she gripped the edges to try and steady herself as Robbie continued his violent strokes. 

Robbie looked down at his dick sliding in and out of his mother's pussy. The sight aroused him even more and he quickened his speed as his head rolled back and his eyes closed in ecstasy. 

Sue lifted her head off the counter and turned around to look at her son who was totally lost in passion. 

"In the ass Robbie, do me in the ass," she said between gasps of air. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide. 

Robbie stopped only long enough to pull out his cock and shove it into Sue's pink asshole. After that brief pause he resumed his rapid thrusts, slamming his hard dick up his mother's ass again and again. 

"Ahhhh, ahhh, ahahahahaha," screamed Sue, laughing in a combination of pleasure and pain as her son kept up his assault. Her head flopped back down on the counter and she bit her lips as she smiled in delight as her son fucked her.

Both of them were perspiring heavily now and their eyes burned as the salty sweat ran into their eyes but the discomfort did nothing to slow either of them down until Robbie began to cry out.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said loudly as his eyes closed and jaw tightened.

Sue suddenly backed up and then pulled forward which pulled her son's cock from her ass. She spun around and dropped to her knees then took Robbie's dick in her mouth and sucked it frantically, jacking it with her both hands at the same time. 

"Ahh shit, shit, ahhhh," exclaimed Robbie as he shot streams of sperm into Sue's mouth. She released her mouth from his dick and jacked it as Robbie kept on shooting his sperm onto her face and tits. Robbie fell forward and grabbed the end of the counter to steady himself as he nearly lost his balance. His climax continued until, finally he was spent. He fell onto the counter, resting and supporting his upper body as his rapid breathing began to slow somewhat. 

At the same time Sue flopped on back on the floor, her son's semen running off her face and tits in rivulets until it dripped on the floor.

"Oh my God," she said wearily. "That was amazing, beyond amazing. Your Dad has never fucked me like that." 

Robbie slowly pushed himself up off the counter. He looked on the floor for his shorts and hurriedly pulled them back on. Sue still lay on the floor, naked and covered with semen. Robbie grabbed a nearby dishtowel and tossed to her. As Sue wiped herself off Robbie looked down at her. 

"I've asked you not to mention Dad when, you know, when we do this," he said.

"Why not? I don't see any harm in giving credit where it's due."

"Because, I don't want to think about him when we're fucking. I don't think he would be happy finding out what his wife and son are doing. It would hurt him and I don't want that."

"You think it would hurt your dear old Dad to find out we're making love more than he and I are?" said Sue as she fished around the floor for her own clothes and began putting them back on.

"Making love?" exclaimed Robbie. "This isn't making love this is making porn! There is no love here! If we taped it and played it back it would be just like thousands of porn movies out there."

Sue stood and fastened her bathing suit top and put her gauzy blouse back on. "That's an idea. We could tape it so we could play it back whenever we wanted."

"Yeah, right. Then we could post it on the web for everyone to see. That way the whole world could watch me fuck my own mother in the ass."

"No, we wouldn't do that. I'm not crazy. We'll just keep it between you and me. How's that?"

"Whatever," answered Robbie.

It was quiet between the two for a short time. Robbie wanted to leave but felt like he needed to stay around until Sue dismissed him for some reason. Sue went to the refrigerator and put some more ice in her cup then swirled it around to cool her drink off.

"How did it go with Lynne and Josh. Did he have any success in seducing her?" she asked.

"No. It didn't go good at all according to him. I shouldn't have put him up to that. Him and his mom have a good normal relationship. I can't believe I let you talk me into doing that to one of my best friends."

"Oh, but it could have led to so much for both of us. You could fuck Lynne while Josh was with me. We could do a foursome. Maybe we could get Kat and Kyle involved too and have a real orgy. Wouldn't that be fun. How'd you like to fuck Kat's big old tits?" 

"Yeah," Robbie answered sullenly. "I'm going to shower and go out for awhile. I'll be back later."

"I'll be waiting," answered Sue. Robbie hurried upstairs and took a long hot shower, scrubbing himself from head to toe with a loofa until he felt clean. He dressed then went downstairs checking the patio before he left. Sue was asleep on a lounge chair in the shade, her drink sat on a small table beside her, the ice melted, the sides dripping with condensation.

Robbie went out to his car and drove away from the house without any destination in mind. He meandered around the town not really paying attention to where he was. Today made nine times that he had fucked his own mother and in his mind that was eight times too many. The first time had been brief since he came after just a few strokes. She had been very drunk and he thought she might forget it had happened but then she came to him again and again each time the sex became wilder and more pornographic. Sure he spent a lot of time looking at porn on the net but experiencing it in real life was somewhat of a letdown. For all his testosterone fueled personality that his friends saw, deep down, he craved intimacy which was something he rarely got in his young life. 

So why did he keep fucking her? Robbie had only been with three other girls in his life. All of them were inexperienced, just like he was and the sex had been mostly a clumsy affair, one of which ended with the girl crying. Fucking his mom was incredible since it was the ultimate taboo. That and his constant flow of teenaged hormones and impulsive, poor decision making skills kept him doing it. But the fact that she was aggressive, adventurous, would do things girls his own age wouldn't and didn't cry afterwards made fucking her exciting beyond words. And that, in the end, was the problem. Words. He couldn't share what they were doing with anyone. How could he ever explain it to a friend, a girlfriend or fiancé? What would happen if he brought his wife home, in the future, only to have his own mother try and get some alone time with him or even try to have a threesome. Having a heart to heart with his father was not only impossible but probably dangerous as well.

But then, she had never been a typical mother. He knew about the sex games and toys that were a big part of his parent's sex life as were booze and recreational drugs. He himself didn't see the attraction and just wanted a normal girl to be part of his life. Instead he felt trapped in a situation that would not have a pleasant ending. He knew that his mom would keep escalating her sexual demands until someone, or worse, his father, found out and then his whole life would come crashing down. He likely would go to jail as would his mother and probably his father too for killing them both or at least trying to. He needed a way out of this but he had nowhere to go. Robbie was totally dependent on his parents for everything; his food, money, living space, car. He would also have to come home from college on holidays and breaks. What he needed was a way to be self sufficient so he could get out of his situation for it was sure to explode and soon. 

He stopped at a traffic light and looked around himself, mildly amused that he was on the other side of town. On his left was a strip mall and as he looked over the stores that lined up side by side there he saw a U.S. Army recruiting office. When the light changed he turned right into the shopping center and found a parking space close to the recruiter. Instead of getting out of the car immediately he waited a bit, pondering the ramifications of what he was about to do. In the end he turned off his car, got out and walked in.




The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 02: Mom's POV



Mom's POV

Kat pulled and tugged at her new bathing suit as she looked at her reflection in the long dressing mirror, trying to move the skimpy fabric around so that it covered a bit more of her breasts. Finally she decided that there wasn't enough of it to cover any more than it did. She turned and twisted, looking at herself in the mirror from different angle.

"You have to be out of your mind," she said quietly to her reflection. It was by far the tiniest bathing suit she had ever worn. She liked the light yellow color with its subtle silver checked pattern and had to admit to herself that, despite its size, it did look good on her, although she worried if she sneezed or turned around too quickly that her D cup breasts would come loose and become fully revealed. As she looked at herself a bit more she thought about taking the skimpy suit off and burying deep at the bottom of the closest trashcan but, in the end, decided to go through with her little experiment. 

The seeds for her plan had been planted earlier in the week at a lunch with her friends Sue and Lynne. All of them had sons that were 18, recently graduated from high school and heading off to college soon and they all spoke about how nicely each of them had grown up. The three of them agreed with each other's assessments of their sons, about how handsome and nicely built they all were. Their sons were quite hot in other words.

But then Sue, always willing to bring up sexual matters even if Kat and Lynne were reluctant to hear about such things, said she had played a prank on her son Robbie. 

"It was just for fun," she said with a sly smile as she sipped her apple-tini. 

"What did you do?" asked Lynne.

"I went out and found the skimpiest bathing suit I could and made sure he saw me in it up close."

"Sue!" exclaimed both Kat and Lynne.

"Why in the world would you do that?" asked Kat.

"I wanted to see what would happen." Sue had a bit of a kinky side to her. She was more than willing to tell the others about her and her husband Bill's sex life which often included bondage, role playing and sex toys. The fact that neither Kat nor Lynne indulged in these practices nor did they intend to experiment along those lines didn't seem to matter to Sue. Three apple-tinis had loosened her up more than usual and Sue tended to give out way too much information when she was drinking.

"This is a bit over the line even for you Sue. This is your son. What in the world were you thinking?" replied Kat.

"It was all in fun, kind of a mother/son bonding experience. I wanted to see what he really thought about me."

Both Kat and Lynne looked at one another in amazement. They would definitely talk about Sue more once they were away from her.

"Sue, are you saying you wanted to see if you could get your own son turned on? I don't call that bonding," said Lynne.

"So what happened?" asked Kat, allowing the conversation to shift from berating Sue for her actions. Lynne gave Kat a sideways look in response. 

Sue smiled again. "He was out at the pool like normal. I waited until Bill was gone then went out where he was. The kid was absolutely shocked when he saw me. I could see it in his face. He tried to get up and leave but I kept him cornered, talking about school and life but the whole time he kept looking at these." 

She cupped her breasts with both hands and gave them a little lift. She had big tits for sure, the end result of a first rate boob job a few years before. They weren't as big or as fun to look at as Kat's D cups but could definitely get a teenage boy's attention.

Sue finished off her drink, turned around and waved for another one. Lynne caught their waiter's attention and made cutting motions through the air with her hand silently telling the waiter to cut her off. The waiter nodded as Sue continued her story.

"He got a raging hard-on which he was doing his best to cover up. He put a towel in his lap which I took and started rubbing over my tits so he put his hands in his crotch trying to hide it but I reached over and took his hand and held it, telling him how much I'd miss him when he went away."

"Sue that's sick!" said Lynne softly but with as much emphasis as she could.

"How far were you going to let this go on?" asked Kat.

"Well...I wasn't going to fuck him if that's what you mean."

"How much had you had to drink before this?" asked Kat.

"Quite a bit I guess." Sue's demeanor seemed to change a bit as she realized what she was telling her friends. She seemed to sink into her chair a bit. 

"I'm sorry," Sue said. "I guess I did go too far with him. You know how I can get when I drink. He does look really good with his shirt off though, doesn't he?" 

"All of our sons do," said Kat. "But let's remember they are our sons."

With that the group was quiet. Kat waved to the waiter, signaling for the check. She put the bill on her credit card and the 3 left. Sue wobbled a bit as she made her way out into the parking lot with the others.

"Can you take me home Kat?" asked Sue.

"Sure."

"I'll see you all next week, OK," said Lynne who then made her way over to her own car.

Kat and Sue got in the car and buckled up. Kat backed out of the parking place and guided her car out on to the main road. The car was quiet for a time as Kat drove along.

"Do you want the truth?" Sue finally asked.

"The truth?" replied Kat.

"I wasn't just playing a prank on Robbie."

"What do you mean?" asked Kat although she was almost afraid to hear Sue's answer. 

"I was drunk and I wanted my son to fuck me."

"Sue! Really?"

"You said it yourself; he's handsome and built like a Greek statue and I'm going to miss him so much when he goes away."

Kat kept her eyes on the road, glancing over at her friend from time to time. Sue was looking out the window, not really focusing on anything.

"What really happened?" asked Kat finally.

"I took him upstairs and let him fuck me senseless. My own son fucked me like a jackhammer and I loved it, I absolutely loved it."

"Oh my god. You didn't really, did you?"

"Twice more since then too."

Kat mouth gaped open in surprise as she listened to her friend. But, on a deeper level, she felt incredibly turned on as she thought of Robbie on top of Sue, fucking her hard. Robbie was bigger and more muscular than her own son Kyle. Kat found him very attractive but never really thought about having sex with him. He was Kyle's friend, the same age, with the same unruly thick brown hair and the same blue eyes. She felt herself getting wet as she thought about Robbie and Sue together then the image slowly changed and, in her mind, she saw Kyle replace Robbie on top of Sue then saw herself replace Sue. She tried to get the thought of her son fucking her out of her mind but the image remained, growing more detailed as Kat became more wet thinking about it.

"You should try it," said Sue.

"Sue, let's not talk about this anymore, OK. You're drunk."

"I know. I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone alright."

"Of course I won't."

They spoke no more until the reached Sue's house. Kat pulled into the driveway and saw that Robbie's car was there.

"You want to come in for awhile?" asked Sue. 

"I need to get home." 

"Come on. It's not like I'm asking for a threesome here," said Sue although her tone and expression said otherwise. 

Kat took a moment to answer. "I'll see you next week Sue."

Sue shrugged her shoulders and slowly got out of the car. Kat watched her as she stumbled around the house to the side door and disappeared inside. Kat backed down the driveway and out into the street then made her way home.

You should try it, Sue had said. Kat wasn't clear if she meant having sex with Robbie or with Kyle. Neither option was going to happen in any case. Kyle was a good boy, a good son and she wouldn't mess up his life by having sex with him for sure. Kyle wouldn't fuck his own mother if she stripped naked and jumped in bed with him. 

Or would he?

Kat shook her head, trying to get these thoughts out of her mind. She took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed a bit realizing she was still turned on herself. She thought some more about Sue and her son and the not so subtle invitation to join them. Kat quickly discarded that idea. Robbie seemed like a nice boy but, being a teenager, he would probably crow to all his friends, including Kyle, if he had fucked one of his friend's hot moms. Would Kyle do it if Sue enticed him? Would he possibly fuck Lynne if she gave him the opportunity? Probably, maybe, who could predict what a hormone crazed teenaged boy would do? But would Kyle fuck his own mother given the chance. Of course not, he was too good a son for that. Despite knowing that little good could come from testing this theory, as crazy and twisted as it sounded, Kat had to know.

So now here she was in a tiny, revealing bathing suit, about to show her son more than he had ever seen before just to see what reaction he would have. He would be shocked and surprised for sure but what would he do after. One thing Kat knew was that she wasn't going to make any move that might lead to sex. What she didn't know was what she would do if Kyle wanted to do more with her than just see her in a skimpy bathing suit.

Kat wrapped her towel around her waist and picked up her pool bag which she had already packed earlier. She took one last look at herself in the mirror then headed downstairs. She looked around for Kyle and saw him in the kitchen making a sandwich.

"You just ate lunch!" she remarked as she breezed by him then went out the patio doors and out to the pool. She thought about turning around and seeing if he were watching her but decided to just walk out to her tanning spot without looking back. 

She pulled out a deckchair and whipped off her towel, exposing her ass to Kyle but not knowing if he were watching or not. Then she began to apply her tanning lotion, making a little bit of a show of it but not so much of a show to be obvious. Through her sunglasses she took a quick glance and noticed that he was, indeed, watching her. Kat suddenly became very nervous and finished her lotion application quickly. She reclined on the deckchair and lit a cigarette, relaxing as she exhaled. This was all silly, she thought. Kyle was in there making a sandwich, that's all. He probably barely noticed her and if he did it was because this damned new bathing suit had put him in a state of shock, not sexual arousal. She would throw it away just as soon as she finished tanning. 

In a little while Kat heard Kyle come out and take a spot on the other side of the pool to eat. After a bit she heard him jump in the water, no doubt holding his breath for time before he came up. She relaxed and enjoyed the hot rays of the sun on her skin. She heard some sloshing at the other end of the pool and saw that Josh was heading inside. Kat quickly turned on her stomach and untied the strings on the back of her suit.

"Kyle," she called.

"Yeah mom," he answered.

"Come and rub some lotion on my back."

She purposely faced away from him as he walked towards her. He heard him pull a chair over then felt the lotion splashing on her back and shoulders. Kyle spread it around like he always did, maybe a little faster than usual. His hand found that sensitive spot on the back of her neck and she involuntarily voiced a sharp little squeal in response.

"Sorry," he said. 

He didn't need to apologize but that's the kind of son he was. Once he finished rubbing the lotion Kyle got up and went inside without commenting on the damned new bathing suit, without putting his hands where they shouldn't be and without asking to fuck her. 

"Thanks sweetie," she said as he walked away.

She cursed inside for going through with this whole idiotic plan then put the whole thing aside and continued her tanning session.

After awhile Kat got up, gathered her things and went inside to shower. When she reached the top floor she noticed Kyle's door was closed. There was nothing unusual in that since it was generally closed anyway. She went into the master bath and undressed. She held the damned bathing suit and looked at it, going back and forth between throwing it away and keeping it. Eventually Kat decided to keep it. It was a great suit for tanning if nothing else.

She turned on the shower and stepped in. The water felt good on her oily skin. She soaped up the loofa with her fruity smelling body wash and gave herself a good scrubbing, removing all of the lotion in much the same sequence as she put it on. Then she heard a small noise out in the bedroom, a little thump as if something had shifted. She stopped washing herself for a moment and listened more but heard nothing so she resumed her shower. After shampooing her hair she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, holding the towel up to her face, drying it off first. She patted her chest dry, checking for any sunburn as she did then whipped the towel behind her and dried off her back. For a moment she felt as though something wasn't right, like she was being watched. She glanced outside the door and saw nothing but her familiar bedroom furniture and so continued drying herself. When she felt her body was dry enough she wrapped the towel around her and went over to the sink to dry her hair. 

Drying her hair never took long since she had always worn it in a longish pixie cut and she finished quickly. She applied a little bit of makeup then walked over to the bathroom door. Something caught her attention. Something was not as it had been before. Kat glanced around trying to ascertain what was different when she noticed her reflection in the dressing mirror across the room. Kat looked behind her and noticed that the position of the mirror offered a full view of the shower area where she had just been standing. But had it been there along or had it been moved. She had done some vacuuming earlier and might have bumped it or repositioned the mirror so she could clean around it. The other option was that it had been moved and the only other person in the house was Kyle. 

Now you're really cracking up, she thought. This whole thing had been a mistake to even contemplate and now she was interpreting things to fit this fantasy that Sue had planted in her head. She had moved the mirror when cleaning that was all. Kyle had not snuck into the bedroom and tilted it so he could see his own mother naked. But yet the thought still stuck in her mind. Kat closed the door to the bedroom and got dressed. 

After a time she heard the garage door coming up signaling that her husband, Tom had come home from golfing hopefully having remembered to pick up their daughter Megan. Kat changed into a blouse and some shorts before heading downstairs. Tom was in the kitchen. She walked over to him and gave him a big hug and kiss like she always did then turned to start preparing dinner. But Tom was not quite finished with her. He grabbed her from behind and started kissing that sensitive spot on the back of her neck like only he could. 

"Ooooo! Stop! Stop!" she shrieked before squirming out of his grasp and wiping off her neck. "You're horrible!"

After a nice summer dinner and some TV the family retired to bed. Kat knew that Megan would be up late, playing on her computer while Kyle tended to go on to sleep. Kat started to change into a nightgown, her thoughts still on what she had done with Kyle earlier. It was wrong, plain wrong, she thought, but in the end nothing had happened and she felt the whole thing was just a misguided mess that Sue's drunken confession had inspired. Now she could tell Sue that her Kyle was a good son and above such temptations. On second thought she wouldn't tell her anything about the new bathing suit or Kyle's reaction, or lack of reaction to it. This whole thing just needed to fade away and the best way to do it was not to mention it again.

But now she thought of Robbie fucking Sue again. In her mind's eye she saw Robbie's tall muscular frame on top of his mother, her legs spread wide as he thrust inside her again and again as she moaned and yelped in delight. She pictured him grabbing Sue and roughly turning her face down and entering her from behind, grabbing her around her hips and lifting her off the bed as he slammed his dick into her until he flipped her on to her back and pulled her up by her hair, shoving his big cock in her mouth and coming fiercely as she jacked him violently causing sperm to splash on her face and hair.

Kat shook her head, trying to clear her mind of these thoughts. She noticed her heart beating faster and, more to the point, she could tell she was very wet down below. She reached down and stroked herself a couple of times then yanked off her nightgown and went back into the bedroom where Tom was fluffing the pillows in anticipation of a good night's rest. 

"Not so fast," she said before ripping the covers back and climbing on top of him. Tom responded quickly, like he always did. They dispensed with foreplay and soon he was inside her, using slow, careful strokes until she signaled him to go faster by thrusting her hip upwards again and again. He got the message and in a short time they both came, nearly together. Afterwards Tom fell asleep. Kat stayed awake, looking at the ceiling inwardly cursing herself for closing her eyes and thinking that it was Kyle on top her and inside her.

A week passed and although she continued to wear the skimpy bathing suit, Kyle did not seem interested one way or the other. He tended to stay in the house while she was out sunbathing which Kat took as sign that the tiny, little, yellow suit had no effect on him. She had lunch again with Sue and Lynne but, thankfully, Sue said nothing about what was happening with her and her son. Not even a sideways glance or a wink to hint that more details needed to be shared. Sue drank nothing but iced tea on that day and so was a bit less forthcoming regarding personal matters much to Kat and Lynne's relief.

It was Saturday and Tom was out of town and Megan was over-nighting at a friend's house. It was dark and rainy outside, not a day for lounging by the pool or sunbathing. Kyle watched TV while Kat caught up on some work at the kitchen table. There had been some rumbles of thunder in the distance but nothing that sounded more threatening then usual when suddenly the harsh grinding blare of and EBS warning came from the television. Kat looked up from her work to hear what was going on. The screen had shifted to a local weather man standing in front of a Doppler radar screen that was lit up with brilliant reds, greens, oranges and yellows all forming a band that moved from west to east as he spoke with a serious tone.

"This is serious folks," he began. "There are confirmed sightings of at least two tornadoes right here along this band and if you look at this section we can already see that buttonhook formation developing meaning that more tornadoes may form at any moment. If you're in your home please take shelter in the lowest part of your house immediately. If you're in an apartment get to a spot that's away from the windows. There is a strong possibility of flying debris and, as you may know, that's what causes most injuries and deaths during these storms. If you're on the road, take cover somewhere fast."

"Hey mom isn't that just southwest of us?" asked Kyle.

Mother Nature answered his question with a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by clap of thunder that sounded as if large cannons had gone off in their front yard. As if it were pre-arranged, the house simultaneously lost power, leaving Kyle and his mother in near total darkness. Rain and wind, heavy and fast, began to pummel the house causing a loud roar that seemed to grow stronger by the second.

Kat shrieked at the sudden thunderclap and darkness. She was deathly afraid of thunderstorms owing to an encounter with a tornado when she was a child that, while not destroying her family's house, certainly caused significant damage and instilled a somewhat tendency to overreact to big loud storms. Kyle tried to stay calm although there was a sense of urgency in his voice.




The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 02: Mom's POV



"We need to get downstairs, mom, and fast!" Kyle exclaimed.

Kat was frozen in place unable to move or think rationally as panic grew even stronger in her. Kyle quickly came over and grabbed her by the arm. He led her to the door that led to the basement stairs. Kyle went in first and grabbed a battery powered lantern and a large flashlight that hung from the wall on the right. He switched on the flashlight and held it and the lantern with one hand as he led his terrified mother down the stairs and into the basement.

"What's happening? It's too loud, too loud. Call your dad, call Megan," she babbled.

"There's no time. Come on!" Kyle said loudly so that he might be heard above the storm.

Her son led her to an old couch and coffee table that say in the corner and gently sat her down. Kat became more terrified as the storm raged outside and was barely aware that Kyle had his arms around her waist, keeping her from running away and possibly hurting herself. Time and time again she tried to get up and run only to be thwarted by her son's firm grip around her. 

Then, suddenly the wind and the rain slowed down. Although the lightning still flashed brightly outside but the thunder followed slowly and seemed more distant. Kat felt herself relax just a bit although her heart still pounded and her breathing was still fast and shallow. Kyle still had his arms locked around her waist put not as tightly as before. 

"It's OK now mom. I think it's blown over," he said as he loosened his grip a bit more while not fully releasing her.

Kat began to relax although there was still residual fear inside her. It was then she felt the soft touch of Kyle's lips right on that sensitive spot in her neck. She reflexively responded with a jerk but did not squeal or squeak like she did when her husband kissed her there. Her heart and breathing had slowed but sped up again with Kyle's kiss. She hesitated a moment then, as if in response to her body's already overcharged senses, she slowly tilted her head to one side, giving her son a clear path to her neck should he choose to take it. 

She felt Kyle kiss her again, a little longer this time as she responded with a soft groan. He began to work his wet lips around the base and sides of her neck sending chills throughout her body. The feelings were nearly overwhelming to her and she pushed her neck against her son's lips encouraging him to do more. 

Then he released his hands and arms from around her waist and stopped kissing her neck. This was the point of no return she thought. She could get up and the two of them could go upstairs and survey any damage to the house or she could stay here and allow this to continue. All that Kat knew right at this moment was that she wanted to stay on the couch with Kyle, the consequences be damned.

Kat reached down and took Kyle's hands in her own and slowly brought them up to her ample breasts. She pushed his hands firmly onto her tits and began kneading them in hopes that Kyle would get the message. He had no trouble understanding what she wanted and massaged her tits more firmly. Waves of pleasure shot through every part of her body, making her wet and ready for more. Her hands found their way to the insides of Kyle's crotch and she rubbed the insides of his thighs but stopped short of touching his cock. She hesitated for a few moments, torn between coming to her senses and stopping this or stepping over the threshold and going all the way. She chose stepping over.

Kat abruptly stood up and nearly tore off her top and bra at the same time, and then she quickly straddled Kyle and shoved her tits into his face. He responded by pulling her in close, licking every part of her breasts, latching on to her nipples with his whole mouth and sucking on them hard. She pushed her tits around, slapping him in the face with them, making sure he paid attention to every inch of her tingling skin. Then Kat lowered herself further and felt her son's hard cock pushing directly on her wet pussy. She adjusted herself until his dick made contact with her clitoris then started grinding against it. The sensation was almost more than she could bear so she decided to move things along. She stood up and pulled Kyle to his feet and started kissing him frantically, all thoughts of shame and wrongdoing flung away and replaced with unchained passion between them.

Kat felt Kyle grasp her around the shoulders and give her a gently nudge downwards. She allowed him to lower her back down to the couch then he climbed on top of her. She reached up and grabbed his shorts, moaning and gasping as she tried to pull them down. Kyle responded by pulling at hers but it was clear that their positions were making this harder than it should be so they both stood up and quickly removed their shorts and underwear. Kat reached up and pulled Kyle on top of her, taking hold of his hard dick and guiding him inside with out any hesitation. She bit her lips so as not to scream out loud as her son fucked her with long, deep, powerful thrusts. Kat wrapped her legs around him and met each of his thrusts with one of her own, all the while kissing him frantically. Time was meaningless as Kat reveled in the passions that only come with the most taboo of acts until finally she felt Kyle stiffen and push even more deeply as he shot stream after stream of sperm inside her. Even so he kept on fucking her trying to prolong this forbidden act as long as possible until both of them were spent. 

Both of them were taking in great gasps of air trying to give their pounding hearts more oxygen to slow them down. After a time Kyle smiled down at Kat and she gave him a smile in return. In a bit they stood up and put their clothes back on in preparation to go back upstairs. They embraced again, no kissing this time, just a long satisfying hug. A rattling noise from outside told them the power was coming back on and they could see light shining under the door at the top of the stairs.

"We need to go call Megan and your Dad," she said.

"Let me go first," said Kyle. She smiled and nodded then let him lead as they walked up the stairs.

* * *

Three weeks later his father was out of town, his sister was spending the night at a friend's house and they were alone again. Kyle and his mother had a nice dinner together and even had a good conversation about what he needed to do to prepare for college. They talked about things he would need, things he wouldn't need, good study habits and the importance of maintaining good grades. There was a sense of tension but also anticipation as the two talked but neither of them brought up the storm and its consequence. 

After dinner Kyle sat on the couch watching TV when Kat came over and stood in front of him. She said nothing but smiled down at him and held out her hand. Kyle reached up and took it then rose from the couch and allowed her to lead him upstairs. They went all the way down the hall to his bedroom. Still holding his hand, she led him inside and then closed the door behind them but not quite all the way, leaving it partly open. Both of them were nervous to be sure and the tension grew between them. 

She spoke first. "Let's sit down and talk a minute."

They both sat on the bed facing one another as Kat began. 

"If we're going to keep doing this there has to be some ground rules," she said. Kyle nodded in agreement.

"First, you can't come inside me. I'm not on any birth control. I waited until my period came and went to make sure I wasn't pregnant before we went any further. It's too risky so we can't do it."

"OK," Kyle said.

"Next, absolutely no one, and I mean no one, not friends, certainly not family can ever find out about this. There can't be any looks or touching that people might think isn't normal and we can't talk about it around anyone. This has to stay secret for obvious reasons."

"I agree. I won't tell anyone ever."

"So we're on the same page here?"

"Absolutely Mom, absolutely."

"Get undressed," Kat said with a sly smile as she stood up from the bed.

Kat laughed a bit as she watched her son rip his clothes off and throw them on the floor then lying back on the bed and showing her his hard cock. He was ready for sure.

"What's your hurry? We have all night," Kat said.

She slowly began removing her clothes, maintaining eye contact with her son as much as she could. He clearly was impressed by her gorgeous, tanned body and she watched as his eyes scanned every bit of it. When she was naked she climbed on top of him and began kissing him. Not hard sloppy kissing but purposeful kisses each one designed and placed to bring out the greatest amount of response.

Kat took control this time giving Kyle instructions on how to please a woman with his tongue and her son was a quick learner. In no time he had her twitching and squealing as he experimented with different techniques, returning to those that gave Kat the most pleasure.

When he finally entered her, Kat allowed him to go at his own pace. She liked things a bit slower most of the time anyway. She dictated the positions, getting on top of him and encouraging him to rub her tits as she ground away then switching to dog style later. She was happily surprised when Kyle started fingering her pussy as he fucked her from behind. His strokes sped up, he was getting close, so Kat wisely switched positions again, this time letting her son titfuck her until he came all over her big tits. She took note that he seemed to enjoy titfucking quite a bit. After a brief rest he went down on her again, this time refusing to stop until she climaxed loud and hard, her entire body shaking the bed as she convulsed in pleasure. With the sexual stamina that teenage boys are famous for, Kyle was ready to go again in a short time and the two of them found a rhythm and synced their bodies together for a much longer time. Her son didn't slow down at all until Kat had a delirious orgasm that caused her to loose track of time and space for a few minutes. When she recovered Kat used her as yet unrevealed oral skills and sucked Kyle's still hard cock until he exploded in her mouth. Oddly, Kat realized, as she swallowed her son's sperm, that she had only ever swallowed her husband Tom's semen in the past. She had never done it with another man. Oh well, she thought, at least she was keeping it in the family. 

* * *

Later that week Kat met up with Sue and Lynne for their usual midweek lunch. Lynne was running a bit late so it was just Kat and Sue at the table sipping their drinks while they waited. 

"So did you get any damage from that storm that tore through here Saturday?" asked Sue. 

Kat thought for a moment before answering. She considered letting Sue know that she was not the only incestuous mom in town but thought better of it. Kat had told Kyle that he couldn't tell anyone what had happened and she felt she should stick to that promise also. 

"We got away with no real damage. Kyle stepped up and really took care of me. You know how I get with bad storms," Kat answered.

"Ohhh," Sue said seductively. "So Kyle took good care of you huh."

Kat reached across and gently took Sue's hand and looked directly into her eyes. "He took care of me like you wouldn't believe. He's such a good son. I'm going to miss him when he goes off to school."

Sue seemed dumbstruck for a few seconds at Kat's answer. "Wait, you mean that you and Kyle..."

"Oh Sue stop it. You know what I mean. Kyle's a good son. That's all."

"Oh."

Lynne came in and sat down across from Kat. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing, I think," answered Sue.



The Damned New Bathing Suit Ch. 01



"What's up dude?" his father asked him.

"Hi Dad," he replied, still keeping his eyes on the TV. "How did it go today?"

"Ninety-four. Best out of the three though" he answered, his tone revealing that he wasn't that pleased with his score even though it was the lowest of the threesome that played. 

Kyle didn't see the need to keep up that subject any longer and so did not answer.

Megan ran upstairs to change as his father went into the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator. The house was quiet until his mom came downstairs. Kyle turned on the couch so that he could see her and was relieved to see she had changed out of that damned bathing suit. She now wore a summer blouse and pair of shorts and while this outfit did little to hide her curves it certainly covered them much better. She went into the kitchen area and gave his dad a big hug and kiss to welcome him home. As she turned around to go to the pantry he reached around her waist and pulled her to him, planting a big sloppy kiss on the back of her neck as he growled at the same time.

"Oooooo! Stop! Stop!" she squealed but his dad held her tight and continued his assault.

After a moment he let her go and she sprinted away wiping his saliva off her neck at the same time.

"You're horrible!" she shrieked. Then she went to the pantry and refrigerator and started pulling out items that would eventually become dinner.

In about an hour the whole family sat down for a fine summer meal of grilled hamburgers, potato salad and coleslaw. Kyle did his best to look elsewhere but found himself frequently glancing over at his mom, looking at her blouse, knowing how her tits looked beneath all the cloth, grateful that he had jacked off earlier so that he wouldn't be getting an unwanted erection, at least not right away.

A week or so passed and she still wore the damned bathing suit on a daily basis, at least when the weather permitted. Kyle still had some guilty feelings about how he fantasized about his mother and so tended to stay in the house when she was out in the sun. He still found himself watching her from a distance however. The shock he experienced after seeing her in the revealing suit the first time had worn off a bit but he still would catch a quick look when she came through the house wearing it wondering why she thought there was no problem in putting on such a tiny bit of swimwear in front of her own son.

The next Saturday brought weather that was not conducive to sunbathing. His Dad was out of town on business and Megan was, once again, off at a friend's house which left he and his mom home alone. It was dark and overcast outside and there had been frequent showers throughout the day along with some far away thunder but nothing serious. Kyle watched TV as his mom occupied herself with some real estate work on the kitchen table. There was some thunder in the distance growing a bit louder but no flashes of lightening as yet.

Suddenly an awful, grinding blare came from the TV startling Kyle and his mother. It was the beginning of an emergency broadcast system warning. The screen then shifted to a local weather man standing in front of a Doppler radar screen that was lit up with brilliant reds, greens, oranges and yellows all forming a band that moved from west to east as he spoke with a serious tone.

"This is serious folks," he began. "There are confirmed sightings of at least two tornadoes right here along this band and if you look at this section we can already see that buttonhook formation developing meaning that more tornadoes may form at any moment. If you're in your home please take shelter in the lowest part of your house immediately. If you're in an apartment get to a spot that's away from the windows. There is a strong possibility of flying debris and, as you may know, that's what causes most injuries and deaths during these storms. If you're on the road, take cover somewhere fast."

He immediately got Kyle's attention. "Hey mom, isn't that just southwest of us?"

Mother Nature answered his question with a bright flash of lightning followed immediately by clap of thunder that sounded as if large cannons had gone off in their front yard. As if it were pre-arranged, the house simultaneously lost power, leaving Kyle and his mother in near total darkness. Rain and wind, heavy and fast, began to pummel the house causing a loud roar that seemed to grow stronger by the second.

His mother let loose a high pitched shriek at the booming thunder and ran into the living area. Kyle quickly got up and went to her. His mother was a smart and confident woman but he knew she was deathly afraid of big thunderstorms.

"We need to get downstairs, mom, fast!" Kyle exclaimed.

He firmly gripped her arm and led her to the door that led to the basement stairs. Kyle went in first and grabbed a battery powered lantern and a large flashlight that hung from the wall on the right. He switched on the flashlight and held it and the lantern with one hand as he led his terrified mother down the stairs and into the basement. 

"What's happening? It's too loud, too loud. Call your dad, call Megan," she babbled.

"There's no time. Come on!" Kyle said loudly so that he might be heard above the storm.

The basement served mainly as storage for the household. There had been plans to convert it into a recreation room or offices or extra bedrooms but these had not yet come to pass and so there were boxes and unused furniture scattered around the area. Over in one corner was an old couch with an older coffee table in front of it. Small windows, close to the ceiling seemed to flash continuously as the lightning and thunder raged outside. He led her over to the couch which was well away from any of the windows. 

She was shrieking, becoming more panicked with every new loud peal of thunder. Kyle sat her down on the old couch and put the lantern on the coffee table. He put his arm around her shoulder to try and calm her down but she grew more afraid as the storm pounded their home. 

Suddenly the sound of the rain died down but was quickly replaced by a louder low rumbling. Kyle knew what the sound was even though he had never heard it before. It did indeed sound like a train and he gripped her tighter as it grew louder. She heard it too and screamed as she tried to get up from the couch at the same time. 

"Mom don't get up!" shouted Kyle. He stood up with her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind then pulled her back down to the couch. The noise of the storm was deafening now and the lightning seemed almost continuous, flashing through the windows like a strobe light. He held her tightly, pulling her in close to keep her in place as she struggled to stand up and run away.

Then, as if by some unseen command, the fury of the storm abated. The rain and wind which had been pounding the house suddenly slowed and the train like rumble disappeared. The rain dropped down to a gentle, familiar patter and the thunder now seemed more distant. 

She was still scared but struggled less now although Kyle still kept a firm hold around her waist. Then she took in a couple of deep breaths and relaxed some, bowing her head and sighing in relief that the storm was over. 

"It's OK now mom. I think it's blown over," he said as he loosened his grip but still kept hold of her. Both of them breathed more easily now. The danger was over. 

Then, unconsciously and without having planned it, Kyle leaned forward and kissed his mother on the back of the neck.

She jerked a bit but did not squeak or squeal like she did when his father did it. Instead she slowly turned her head to the side giving him a clear view of her neck. The lantern on the table in front of them cast shadows on the wall and old couch but also lit up her head and neck. She held that position. Kyle hesitated for just a second then bent his head down and kissed her again, a little longer this time. 

"Mmmm," she moaned softly.

Kyle moved his lips around the base and left side of her neck allowing his tongue to make contact with her soft skin at the same time. He left a wet trail up to her hairline, tracing small circles with his tongue as he went along. She tilted her head to the other side signaling that he should pay attention there as well and so he obliged her, opening his mouth wider and using more pressure as he explored her neck. 

His heart began to pound as he kept on but he thought that she would stop him at any moment and regain her senses and composure that had been so shaken by the fierce storm. He released his hands from her waist and she shifted her position a bit away from him. He paused and took his mouth off her neck, feeling that she would stand up from the couch and there would be an embarrassed and awkward silence afterwards. 

But, instead, she took hold of his hands and brought them up to her breasts. She pushed his hands onto her large tits and he felt her hard nipples pushing through her bra. Slowly she began moving her hands on top of his, showing him that he should rub and massage them. Kyle gathered handfuls of her firm breasts and kneaded them with his fingers, careful not to be too rough. In response she reached her arms around behind her and started rubbing his thighs, allowing her fingers to drift to the inside of his crotch but not making contact with his dick just yet. 

He returned to her neck feeling tiny goose bumps on her skin as he ran his tongue and lips along her sensitive areas. He was fully hard right now and he moved forward a bit allowing her right hand to touch his dick. She took hold of him and began to rub and massage it through his shorts, feeling every bit that she could despite the awkward position. Kyle moved faster now, kissing her neck and massaging her tits a bit harder than before. She suddenly stood up, pulling his hands away from her breasts as she did.

This bit of bad judgment was over now, Kyle thought. They would have either a long talk about why it was wrong and never speak of it again or they would simply ignore the incident and have it hang over their heads like a sword forever. He swore inwardly, cursing himself for starting the whole thing, confused as to how it might affect their relationship from now on. 

But then she quickly stripped off her top and pulled her bra over her head without bothering to unsnap it and then threw the garments across the room. Without hesitating she straddled him and shoved her big tits into his face. Kyle responded by pulling her close and opening his mouth wide, taking in her right nipple and sucking on it hard. He went over every available part of this breast leaving behind a trail of saliva before switching to the left one and doing the same. She used her hands to move her tits around sometimes gently slapping him on his face with them as she did. She lowered her crotch to his then started rocking back and forth, grinding against his hard dick, feeling it even through their clothes. It was more than either of them could take for much longer. She stood up and pulled Kyle to his feet, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck and started smothering him with kisses, wet and sloppy, which he returned in kind. 

Gone were any thoughts of guilt or shame as the two continued, short gasps and moans coming from both of them but no words. Kyle turned his mother a bit and gently lowered her to the couch. As he got on top of her she reached up and started pulling his shorts down. He responded by yanking at hers without success until through an unspoken compromise they released one another and pulled off their own cloths, allowing them to fall where they may. She pulled her son down and took hold of his hard cock and guided him inside. It went in easily. She was wet and slick and had spread her legs as far as the couch would allow. He fucked her hard with strong, fast thrusts, withdrawing as far as he could each time before forcefully pushing in again. She responded by bringing her hips up each time to meet him. Kyle leaned down and the two resumed their frantic kissing; her arms locked around his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him as close as possible. 

Kyle kept going as long as he could which wasn't very long. After 3 minutes, although neither of them kept track of the time, he exploded inside her. His entire body stiffened as he pushed even farther into her, shooting stream after stream of sperm, until he was spent. Even so he kept fucking her, trying to will his young body to recover, his cock now hyper sensitive. For her part she continued to meet his thrusts and kept her legs around him until they both gave in to exhaustion.

He fell across her, breathing rapidly as she held him tight and stroked the hair on the back of his head. Finally he rose up and looked down at her. Light from the lantern on the table shone on her face as he managed an awkward smile, not at all sure of what to say. She smiled back at him, not saying anything then pulled him back down and hugged him closely. 

Outside the storm had passed leaving only a hint of rain in its path. After a time they got off the couch and put their clothes back on, facing one another, not turning away in shame. When they were fully dressed they embraced again, no kissing this time, just a long hug, her head pressed into his chest. A sudden rattle signaled the air conditioner coming back on meaning the power was back as well.

"We need to go call Megan and your Dad," she said.

They released one another and went back upstairs to the main level of the house. 

"Let me go first," said Kyle. She smiled and nodded then let him lead as they walked up the stairs. 

* * *

Three weeks later his father was out of town, his sister was spending the night at a friend's house and they were alone again. Kyle and his mother had a nice dinner together and even had a good conversation about what he needed to do to prepare for college. They talked about things he would need, things he wouldn't need, good study habits and the importance of maintaining good grades. There was a sense of tension but also anticipation as the two talked but neither of them brought up the storm and its consequence. 

When they finished eating they cleaned the kitchen and put away the dishes. Kyle found a spot on the couch and turned on the TV. He flipped through different channels trying to find something to watch before settling on an old science fiction movie. After a time his mom appeared and stood in front of him, partially blocking his view. She said nothing but smiled down at him and held out her hand. Kyle reached up and took it then rose from the couch and allowed her to lead him upstairs. They went all the way down the hall to his bedroom. Still holding his hand, she led him inside and then closed the door behind them but not quite all the way, leaving it partly open. Both of them were nervous to be sure and the tension grew between them.

She spoke first. "Let's sit down and talk a minute."

They both sat on the bed where she positioned herself so that she might look at him straight on. She explained that if they were to keep on doing this there had to be some ground rules. First, he could not come inside her. She was not on any birth control and purposely waited to make sure her period came and went before there could be a second time. It was too risky in so many ways. Next, as if he didn't fully understand it all ready, no one else could know. No one, not friends and certainly not family could ever find out. Along with keeping things secret, there could be no displays of affection or touching that went beyond what would normally happen between a mother and son. There could be no contact or gestures that could give away their secret. He agreed knowing she was right on all counts. Those things being said she asked if he wanted to say anything to which he answered no. 

"Get undressed," she said with a sly smile.

Kyle nearly tore off his shirt, shorts and underwear, leaving them on the floor, then flopped on the bed, his dick hard and ready.

"What's your hurry? We have all night," his mom said.

With that she undressed in front of him rarely breaking eye contact as she methodically removed her clothes. When she was naked she stood in front of Kyle for a moment, allowing him to look her over. He admired her curvy tanned body and noticed the triangular tan lines on her big tits that the damned new bathing suit had left. She climbed on top of him and started kissing him, slowly this time, much different from previously. She took control and showed him the things a woman should know how to do with her tongue and lips besides kiss. She gave him just a little coaching when it came to using his tongue on her and he took to it readily. Their fucking was slower this time and they tried several positions, all of them incredible to experience. Kyle lasted much longer this time finally finishing by titfucking her until he came all over her gorgeous breasts, the sperm reminding him of the sunscreen he had applied to her in the past and the damned new bathing suit which started everything. His 18 year old cock recovered quickly and he lasted even longer the next go round but took the time to use his new oral skills to make her climax first. She repaid him in kind by sucking his dick until he came, swallowing his sperm without hesitation. 

Kyle fell asleep and when he woke later she was gone to her own bed. He thought about going and sleeping with her but realized that it would be hard to explain should someone come home unexpectedly. He put on his shorts and went downstairs to make a sandwich before retiring for the night. It went much the same for them the following evening.

A couple of days later as they both lounged by the pool, his mom in the damned new suit again. They heard a distant rumble. Kyle looked in the direction the sound came from and saw the sky was a bit grayer in the distance.

"Do you think it might storm again?" he asked.

She responded by reaching over, taking his hand and giving it a small squeeze. "I hope so sweetie. I hope so."