0 comments/ 157949 views/ 36 favorites Uncle Kevin Visits By: epiphany65 Katherine Woodford trudged up the stairs, holding a white plastic laundry basket to the curve of her left hip. She sighed as she pushed open the bathroom door and hoisted the basket onto the counter by the sink. There must be better ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than doing laundry she thought to herself. Katherine emptied the hamper in the corner of the bathroom, tossing damp towels and facecloths into the laundry basket. She brushed a length of her thick black hair from her face with a sigh as she moved towards her son's bedroom. Katherine shook her head in dismay as she looked around her son's room. For a moment she wondered if her son, Mike, actually made an effort to make his room as untidy and cluttered as possible. To her right was a desk with Mike's computer on it. Beside the monitor were empty soda cans and plates with scraps of uneaten food on them. Katherine dropped the laundry basket down beside the bed and began picking up pairs of jeans, socks and t-shirts that were strewn about the floor. She tossed them into the basket atop the towels and facecloths, then looked at her son's bed. She groaned. Mike's bed was a tangled mess of sheets and a blanket. Lying in the middle of the bed was a pillow. Katherine could feel herself getting annoyed. Mike was almost nineteen and quite capable of taking care of himself Katherine thought. She and his father had been divorced for almost two years and she had tried to make it clear to him many times that any effort he made to at least keep his room tidy would make his life easier. Mike was attending college so she realized that consumed a good part of his time but she had a fulltime job so her free time was precious too. Cursing under her breath Katherine tossed a sheet from her son's bed into the laundry basket to her right. As she tugged at the other sheet on Mike's bed she paused as her eyes grew wide. Katherine could feel her clit jump as she brought the sheet closer to her face. Towards one side of the white linen was a stain about the size of the palm of her hand. She pinched the sheet between her fingers. It was moist. Katherine knew that it was her son's semen. Despite how guilty she felt about what she was about to do Katherine reminded herself that she was harming no one and only she would know. She laid down on Mike's bed, pulling her denim skirt up around her waist. Her panties were already damp and she pulled them off and tossed them into the laundry basket. Katherine opened her legs wide and pulled the sheet up between them, enjoying the feeling of the cool linen caress the insides of her thighs. She slid her hand down and pressed the sheet to her wet lips, letting her juice mingle with her son's. She let out a moan as she felt Mike's thick cum coat her swollen clit. Katherine tugged her blue tanktop up towards her chin to uncover her breasts. Her nipples tingled as she tugged at them before returning a hand to her dripping pussy, rubbing the sheet over her tender wet lips. When she had gotten dressed that morning Katherine decided to not wear a bra since she would be staying home all day doing housework. As she washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen earlier she had noticed how her son's attention was on her, or more specifically, on her breasts as they swayed beneath her top. It was not the first time she had caught Mike staring at her, but it always excited Katherine. It gave her a rush of excitement knowing that her son had lustful thoughts for her. She had never encouraged Mike, or teased him, but she had not discouraged him either. It wasn't long before Katherine felt an orgasm welling as she imagined her son stroking his cock and shooting streams of cum over the sheet she was rubbing over her pussy. She had not seen him naked since he was a child, but if he was built like his father he must have a nice cock she surmised. Katherine cried out, pressing the wet sheet harder to her throbbing clit as she imagined taking Mike's cock in her hand, then her mouth. After balling up the sheet and burying it at the bottom of the laundry basket Katherine went to the linen closet. She brought out clean sheets and began making her son's bed. The room smelled musky and she hoped that the scent of her pussy would be gone by the time Mike returned home. When she was nearly finished making her son's bed Katherine heard the low rumble of a vehicle in the yard. Even before going to the window to look out to see who it was she knew that it must be her younger brother, Kevin. His muffler had needed to be replaced for months but despite saying he was going to get it done he still hadn't. "Anyone home?!" Katherine dashed to the top of the stairs when she heard Kevin shouting from the kitchen. "I'll be right down." she called out. Kevin was already at the kitchen table drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette when Katherine joined him. She dropped the laundry basket by the cellar door and walked towards the table. "Hey, Kat, how's it going?" "Not bad," she told him "it would be better if I didn't have to spend my Saturday doing laundry and Mike would learn to clean his room once-in-a-while." "I bet you could use a beer. I brought some over; pizza too." her brother replied, gesturing to the fridge behind him. "Thanks." Katherine went to the fridge and took a bottle from the cardboard case, then sat down at the table beside her brother. Kevin looked over at his sister as he brought his beer bottle up to his mouth to take another pull. His cock twitched and swelled as he stared at her nipples rising from her breasts, standing out from her tanktop. Her face was flushed and Kevin wondered what she had been doing when he arrived. He knew she didn't have a boyfriend and there was no one else there, but she looked as though she had been having sex he thought to himself. Kevin picked up his cigarette from the ashtray and took a long haul on it. "Hey, I thought you quit smoking." Katherine said, her voice full of surprise. "I did," he replied as he exhaled a cloud of smoke "or at least that's what Diane thinks." "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." "Good. She's already pissed at me." "Things still not going good with you guys?" Kevin shook his head. "No. We got into it again this morning -- which is why I'm here. I hope you don't mind." "No, of course not," Katherine assured him "it's always good to see you. I just wish it didn't take a fight with Diane to get you over here." "Well, you may be seeing more of me if things between us don't improve soon. It looks like we're headed for a divorce." "Oh, Kevin, don't say that!" "It's true," he sighed "but in a way I think it would be better to get it over with rather than continue like this. It's been hellish lately." Katherine frowned as she took a drink from her bottle of beer. She couldn't think of anything to say to comfort or reassure her younger brother, plus, secretly, she knew he was right. "How about we go sit out on the patio?" Katherine suggested, hoping that being outside in the sun would cheer her brother up. "That's a good idea." Kevin said as he stood up. He brought the case of beer from the fridge, then picked up his pack of cigarettes, ashtray and lighter from the table. He placed them in the open case of beer and tucked it under his arm. As Kevin followed his sister towards the sliding patio doors his eyes ran down her back to the curve of her hips and ass in her tight denim skirt. As he stood behind her while she unlocked the patio door and slid it open Kevin reached down and gave Katherine's ass a hard squeeze. It was firm and he gave it a hard slap. "Hey," Katherine squealed as she jumped, then turned to face her brother "keep your hands to yourself, little brother." Her tone was more playful than angry. She was used to him copping a feel and had concluded years ago that there was no harm in it, still she didn't want to encourage him. "Do you know how long it's been since I've felt a woman's ass?" he asked as he followed his sister outside. "A few hours?" she joked as she sat down on a wooden bench in front of a metal table on her patio. "More like weeks," he sighed "and it's been years since I've felt one as nice as yours." Kevin sat down on the bench beside his sister. "Well, you better keep your hands to yourself," Katherine scolded with a smirk "Mike will probably be home for supper soon and I don't want him to see you feeling me up." "Why not? Afraid he'll want to join in?" Her brother's brash retort shocked Katherine, but in the back of her mind she wondered if he might be right. Chapter 2 Mike Woodford turned the corner and began walking up the driveway towards his house. When he noticed his uncle's truck in the yard he smiled and quickened his pace. Mike dashed inside the house, looking around for his uncle. "We're out here!" his mother called out when she heard the back door close. Mike walked towards the open patio door and looked out at his mother and uncle sitting on the wooden bench. "So, how's my favorite nephew?" Kevin asked, giving Mike a welcoming smile. "Good, and you?" he replied. "I'm doing okay." Kevin replied before taking another swig from his bottle of beer. "Kevin brought pizza," Katherine informed her son "it's in the fridge." "There's beer too. Help yourself." Kevin chimed in with a grin. Katherine gave her brother a playful slap on the arm. "Kev -- you know better than to offer him beer. He's only eighteen!" "I'll get a soda." Mike said before going to the kitchen. After getting a soda and two slices of pizza from the fridge Mike returned to the patio and sat down opposite his mother and uncle. He was hungry and began devouring the pizza on his plate, listening to his mother and uncle talking. Mike noticed his mother cast occasional glances his way as he ate. She seemed somewhat nervous and Mike wondered what the cause of it was. "Time for me to get rid of these beers." Kevin announced later as he stood up. Mike watched his uncle walk inside towards the bathroom as he finished his can of soda. He placed his empty plate and can on the table in front of him and tilted his eyes up towards his mother. He clenched his jaw and fought a smile as he looked her over. Her tanned legs were crossed and Mike could see most of her left thigh as he peered up her denim skirt. As his eyes moved upwards Mike noticed the distinct outlines of his mother's nipples. His cock stiffened as he surveyed the shape of her breasts pushing out from the fabric of her blue top. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and wondered if his uncle had noticed as well. Of course he must have, Mike concluded. The real question was if his Uncle Kevin's thoughts had been as taboo as his own. He crossed his leg in hopes of concealing his growing erection. "Ahh... much better," Kevin sighed as he returned to the patio "now for more beer." He took a bottle of beer from the case beside the bench then sat down as he twisted the cap. "My turn to visit the bathroom." Mike announced as he stood up, hoping that his erection had subsided enough to not be noticeable. Once he was in the privacy of the bathroom Mike felt much less nervous. He forced the image of how his mother looked from his mind long enough to empty his bladder. He could hear his mother's giddy laughter echoing from the patio through the window to his right. Once he had zipped his jeans up he lifted a slat of the blind covering the window and peaked outside to the patio where his mother and uncle were sitting. "Holy shit..." Mike hissed to himself as he looked out at the patio. Mike stared in disbelief as his uncle ran his hand up the inside of Katherine's left thigh under her skirt. She let out a playful giggle as she swatted at his arm, then gave him a scolding glare. Undaunted, Mike took a pull from his bottle of beer, then leaned towards his sister once more. This time his hand found her left breast. He gave it a squeeze, brushing his thumb over her stiff nipple. Katherine squealed and recoiled, covering her chest with her arm. As he watched his uncle's lewd advances towards Katherine Mike rubbed his stiff cock through his jeans, hoping to see more. A few seconds later Katherine cast a wary eye towards the patio doors behind her, then said something to her brother, looking nervous. Kevin nodded and took another drink of beer. Realizing he was not going to see anything more, Mike decided to return to the patio before his mother and uncle grew suspicious. Mike noticed his mother jump as he stepped outside. She tugged at her skirt as she wiggled on the bench. Mike fought a smile as he sat down. "Do you ever hear from Keith?" Kevin asked, interrupting the tense silence. Mike looked up, surprised to hear his father's name mentioned. "No," Katherine said "the last I heard he was in San Diego." "Good-for-nothing bastard," Kevin spat out "does he at least send child support payments?" "No," she told him "he hasn't sent any for ages. I guess it doesn't matter anymore now that Mike's eighteen." "It matters. He's still his son. The least he could do is send some money once in a while. It can't be easy for you to get by on what you make at the flower shop." "I do okay." Katherine gave her son a nervous look. She did not want to have this conversation in front of Mike. Although Mike knew that his uncle was right it still hurt to hear him speak so harshly of his father. No matter what his faults may be, he was still his father Mike thought to himself. He turned his head away, looking out at the yard, clenching his jaw. For the next two hours Mike replayed what he had seen through the bathroom window over and over in his mind while his mother and uncle talked. After a while Mike noticed that despite his Uncle Kevin's jovial mood he seemed nervous, or bothered by something. He did not seem like his usual self, Mike thought. After considering the reasons Mike concluded that it was most probably either guilt or fear of someone else, especially Diane or Mike himself, finding out that he had felt up Katherine. Mike wished there was a way to reassure his uncle that he would never reveal to anyone what he had witnessed, but knew that he had best not broach the matter. "I should be going home," Kevin said as he looked at his watch, sounding resigned "Diane is probably home by now." "Where was she?" Katherine asked. "At a Bible study course." Kevin rolled his eyes, then slowly stood up. He paused for a moment, wobbling. "Maybe you should be going to those Bible study classes too," Katherine teased "some religion might do you good, little brother." "I'm beyond redemption." he replied with an undertone of seriousness. Katherine watched her brother take a few tentative steps away from the bench. It was obvious that he had drank too much, but Katherine knew that he had been under a lot of pressure lately given the state of his deteriorating marriage. "Woah... I probably shouldn't have had that last beer." "You probably shouldn't have had those last three." Katherine shot back with a laugh "you're in no shape to drive -- I'll call you a cab." "You've called me worse." Kevin retorted as he followed his sister inside, steadying himself on the doorway. Mike followed his uncle and mother in to the kitchen. He looked her over from the corner of his eye while she called for a cab to take Kevin home. Mike tore his eyes away before she could catch him looking, then noticed his uncle a few feet away, giving Katherine's breasts a blank stare. "It'll be here in about ten minutes." Katherine told her brother as she put the phone down on the counter. "Okay, thanks," Kevin replied, jolting his head upwards to meet his sister's eyes "and thanks for having me over tonight. I really needed to get out of the house." Katherine gave her brother a sympathetic smile as she stepped closer. She draped her arms over his shoulders. "You're welcome here anytime, Kev. No need to thank me." She tugged him closer and kissed his cheek. Mike felt his heart accelerate as he watched his uncle's right hand slide down Katherine's back to her ass. He gave it a hard squeeze, pulling her tighter against him. Katherine let out a squeal and lurched back, then gave her son a shy look. "Behave yourself, Kevin -- especially around Mike! You know better." she scolded, although in a amused tone. Mike tilted his head down as he grinned. "You take good care of your mother, Mike; she's a great lady." Kevin said. His voice was slurred a bit and he still had an arm around Katherine to support himself. "I will -- I know." Mike replied with a brisk nod. Katherine gave her son a proud smile. Maybe it was the beer, or the arousal caused by her brother groping her, but as she ran her eyes down her son's body she felt a surge of excitement. She thought how handsome he looked. Her eyes lingered on the slight bulge in his jeans and she wondered if he was hard, and why. She turned her head when she heard the loud sound of a car horn in the yard. "Your cab's here." Katherine said, turning towards her brother. Kevin meandered towards the door, his arm still around his sister. "Thanks again, Kat." he mumbled, leaning over to kiss her cheek. He eased his right hand up his sister's side and gave her left breast a soft squeeze, pushing it upwards. Mike smiled as he watched his uncle's hand cup his mother's round breast, albeit briefly. He noticed that it was too large to entirely fit in Kevin's wide palm. But what surprised Mike was his mother's reaction, or lack of. Instead of recoiling like she had earlier she stood motionless for a moment, then eased away before looking into her brother's eyes with a warm smile. Katherine watched from the doorway as the cab drove away, then closed the door. She leaned back on it for a few seconds, drawing in a deep breath. Her face was flushed and she looked over to her son with a guilty smile. "He's been under a lot of stress lately -- usually he doesn't drink that much." she remarked, as if apologizing for her brother. "Everyone deserves to have some fun once in a while," Mike replied "you seem to have had a good time tonight too." Katherine gave her son a puzzled look, trying to ascertain exactly what he meant, then decided that it was probably best that she not ask. "I should bring the stuff in from the patio." she said, then walked past her son. Mike followed his mother outside. He watched her as she gathered up the empty beer bottles and placed them in the cardboard box with the unopened ones. Mike could tell from her slightly unsteady movements that she too had probably had one or two beers too many. He picked up his uncle's ashtray and his empty soda can and plate and brought them back into the kitchen. His mother was unusually quiet and it unnerved him. "Are you okay, mom?" "Sure. Don't I seem it?" "Not really," Mike told her "is something wrong?" Katherine felt herself flush as she looked at the questioning look on her son's face. Then she noticed his eyes drift down for an instant. Now she was aware of her stiff nipples rubbing over the inside of her top. She was used to men leering at her bust, but this was her son. Katherine felt her mouth getting dry as her pussy moistened. "I guess I feel a little guilty because I had too much to drink tonight. I should have had some of that pizza Kevin brought." she lied. "That's okay, mom. You don't have to work tomorrow. You deserve to have some fun." "I suppose. I'm also worried about Kevin. Things aren't going well with him and Diane." "Oh?" Mike spat out, surprised by the news. "They've been fighting a lot lately," she elaborated "but don't let on that you know." "Don't worry. I won't." he promised. "I knew I could count on you." she beamed. "Uncle Kevin worries about you too." Mike reminded his mother. Uncle Kevin Visits "Oh... why do you say that?" she asked, jerking her head back. Mike sighed. "I can tell from what he said earlier about dad, and how he told me to take care of you." "You do take good care of me." Katherine assured him, hoping to avoid discussing her ex-husband. "I don't know... sometimes I think I should quit school and get a job so I can help out with the bills." Katherine watched as her son's face twisted into a frown. She moved over to him and slid her right arm around his shoulder, pulling him to her until their hips were touching. "You stay in school," she said "once you're a rich lawyer, then you can start giving me money." Mike let out a nervous laugh. His mother's hip and breast felt good rubbing against him. He fought the urge to look down between them as his cock twitched. "Okay, but I wish I could help you now, mom." "You do. Just having you here to do things around the house and yard is a help. If it wasn't for you I'd have to pay someone to mow the lawn and the other things you do." Katherine turned and hugged her son. His body felt warm and muscled. She pulled him tighter, feeling her breasts push into his chest. As her son's hands slid up her back Katherine felt her clit throb. She closed her eyes as she rested her chin on his right shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around her. She felt his right hand slide down her back, stroking her, making her wetter. Now she could feel his cock pushing into her stomach. It was hard and felt big. When she felt her son's hand glide down her left hip she knew that she had to stop him, but she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling a moment too long. When Mike gave her ass a squeeze she pulled away. "No, Mike." she whispered. "You didn't seem to mind when Uncle Kevin did it." he said. "I did mind," she corrected "but he was drunk." Katherine took a step back, but Mike kept his hands on her curved hips. He was smiling as his eyes moved from her chest to her rosy face. "I saw what he did out on the patio too." he told his mother. "What?" she said, hoping that he was not referring to what she suspected. "I saw him feeling you up -- like he did here before he left." Katherine looked away from her son for a moment while she thought of what to say. "He was drunk, Mike." she reminded him. "I bet it wasn't the first time he did that though." Mike surmised. His eyes grew wide and expectant as they met his mother's. Katherine never replied. She did not want to lie and hoped that her silence would be all her son needed to discern the truth. While he waited for an answer Mike slid his hand over his mother's ass again. His touch was tentative, gentle, not like her brother's rough grabbing. Katherine paused a few seconds before easing her son's hand back up to her waist. "You shouldn't be doing that." she said, almost in a whisper as her resistance ebbed. "You let Uncle Kevin -- why not me?" "I never let him," she corrected "you saw -- he just did it." "But you didn't seem to mind." Katherine sighed. "What should I have done? I stopped him; you must have seen that too." "Yeah..." he conceded. Mike looked down at his mother's chest again. Her tank top was stretched tight over her breasts, emphasizing their shape. Her thick nipples stood out like bullets. He wanted to suck on them. "You look cold." he remarked with a brash grin. Katherine glanced down to her chest with a giggle. "Kevin said the same thing earlier." "Great minds think alike." her son said. "More like dirty minds think alike." she quipped. Katherine surveyed the look on her son's face and grew nervous. She had seen that same look many times before on other men's faces. She knew that he wanted to feel her. Whatsmore, she thought that if he did she might not stop him. "Well, I'm going to bed where it's warm then." she announced, easing away from her son's grasp. Mike nodded, looking his mother over again. "Okay, have a good night, mom." "You too. Katherine leaned over and gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek, stepping back before he could put his hands on her again. Chapter 3 The sound of his uncle's truck starting in the yard woke Mike the next morning. He rolled out of bed and looked out of his bedroom window, just in time to see Kevin's truck leaving the yard. Mike's thoughts went back to seeing his uncle feeling his mother the night before, then him doing it later in the kitchen. He felt his cock begin to swell, pushing out at his boxers. As he walked towards the bathroom Mike forced himself to think of anything other than his mother in an effort to abate his growing erection. As Mike stepped out of the bathroom he saw his mother's bedroom door opening. She stepped out into the hall, seeming surprised at seeing her son standing there. Katherine was wearing a long light pink pajama top that covered her thighs almost to her knees. It was buttoned all the way up Mike noticed. She pushed her dark hair back as she smiled. "Morning." she said, sounding sleepy. "Morning," Mike replied, then paused, running his eyes up and down his mother "Uncle Kevin's truck woke me." "Me too. He really needs to get that muffler fixed." Mike let out a nervous chuckle, then caught a fleeting glimpse of his mother's breasts move beneath her pajama top as she approached. His cock twitched. "Finished in the bathroom?" she asked. "Uh... yeah," he mumbled, then realized he was blocking the doorway "you look tired. Why don't you sleep in?" "I might. But first I need to pee." she replied, then gave him a bashful look. Mike stepped aside to let his mother pass, then reached out and gave her ass a quick squeeze. Katherine jumped, and turned around. "Hey... now don't you start!" She glared at him, but her smile berated the angry look in her eyes. Mike chortled, then gave his mother a serious look. "What's the harm if I sneak a feel once in a while, like Uncle Kevin does?" Katherine opened her mouth, them clamped it shut. She drew in a breath. Her son's cock was tenting his boxers and she forced her eyes back up, only to think how nice his bare torso looked. Now she was getting wet and knew her resistance would fade as her arousal grew. "I'd rather not even discuss that. But if we have to, can it be after I use the bathroom?" she snapped, then closed the bathroom door behind her. Mike frowned, standing in front of the closed bathroom door. He went back to his room and quickly got dressed. Once inside the confines of the bathroom Katherine decided to have a shower. She knew she would have to face her son eventually and answer his question, but she wanted to put it off for as long as possible. As she stood under the spray of the hot water her hand slid down over her stomach to her swelling clit. She pressed down on it, reaching up with her other hand to pull at her right nipple. Hopefully an orgasm would clear her mind and steel her resolve, she thought. She rubbed her clit harder, feeling herself getting close already. By the time Katherine arrived in the kitchen she did not see her son. For a moment she hoped that he had gone to a friend's house or somewhere else, then she heard him calling to her from the patio. "Coming out?" "In a few minutes," she replied "I'm making coffee." Katherine felt dread building in her chest as she watched the coffee drip into the pot. She hated herself for feeling how she did. She loved her son more than anyone else in the world, but she did not want for either of them to do anything they might regret by giving into temptation. Once the coffee had perked Katherine knew that she could not stall any longer. She poured a mugful and joined Mike on the patio. He was eating a slice of leftover pizza. Mike could not hide a smile as he saw his mother step out on the patio. The morning sun made her raven hair shimmer and he could see the silhouettes of her legs through her long pink skirt. She was also wearing a white blouse, through which he could detect the shadow of her bra. She sat down on the bench beside his chair and took a sip of her coffee. "What a beautiful day." she remarked, looking out around the yard. "Yeah... it's going to get really hot later." Katherine could feel her son's eyes on her as she drank her coffee. It made her nervous at first, then as she contemplated what he might be thinking she grew excited. "So... are you going to answer my question?" he asked, breaking the overwhelming silence. Katherine knew it was useless to try and pretend she did not know what he was referring to. She rested her mug on her thigh and looked over to him. "Mike... honey, I think you know the answer already. You know it wouldn't be right." she told him, trying to sound calm. "But I never asked if it was right," he countered "I asked what's the harm." "You're going to be a great lawyer." Katherine laughed in spite of her discomfort. Mike gave his mother a smug look, waiting. "Well..." he insisted, widening his eyes to prompt her. "If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I'd have to say there's no harm per se," she admitted "I'm just worried about where it leads and the harm that can cause." Mike thought until he grasped his mother's meaning. "But all I'm talking about is... you know... a quick feel -- like what Uncle Kevin does." "Kevin knows he shouldn't do that." Katherine insisted. "And you know you shouldn't let him." he countered, looking smug. Katherine opened her mouth to speak, then realized she had no satisfactory answer. Her son was right, and judging from his expression, he knew it. "Kevin is my brother. I've known him all my life. We grew up together." she said, hoping to say something, anything at all, to dissuade her son. "So that makes it okay?" he asked. "I makes it different." Mike never answered. He knew that he had won the debate. But that was meaningless if his mother still would not yield to his advances. Rather than risking angering her, he kept quiet. "Is there any pizza left?" she asked. "Yes." he told her, puzzled by her abrupt change in conversation. "In that case I think I'll have some. I can't argue with you on an empty stomach." Katherine sounded annoyed as she spoke and Mike realized he had pushed her too far. He watched her walk inside. Katherine stood before the open fridge, staring at the pizza box for a while before taking it out. She placed it on the table and opened it, staring at the dried pepperoni. She put a slice on a plate then poured herself a glass of milk. Rather than going back outside she decided to eat in the kitchen alone, hoping to collect her thoughts. When his mother never returned to the patio Mike decided to go inside in hopes of being able to say something to ease the tension. She barely looked up at him as he walked in. He leaned against the counter behind her, slightly to her left. "I'm sorry, mom," he said "I didn't mean to make you mad. I guess I sort of got carried away, or something." Katherine took a gulp of milk, washing her pizza down. She drew in a deep breath then turned and gave her son a smile. "I'm not mad, honey. But don't let that thing in your pants run your life." Mike let out an embarrassed chuckle. Katherine got up and went to the sink. She rinsed out her glass, then kissed her son's cheek. "I love you." she said in a soft voice, her eyes on his. "I love you too, mom." Katherine and her son stared at one another, each hesitant to move. Then she eased her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him. Mike's cock reacted instantly and he slipped his arms around his mother's waist, careful to not let them slide too low. "You're allowed to hug me." she breathed in his ear. "I wanted to, but... I wasn't sure if it was okay... you know." "I know," she replied "sometimes I wonder what's okay anymore." "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning back to look into her eyes. Katherine frowned for a moment as her eyes darted about. "I guess I have to be honest with myself first if I'm going to be honest with you." "I'm confused." Mike told her as his brow furrowed. Mike watched the changing expressions on his mother's face. She looked as though she was fighting an internal battle. "So am I sometimes," she admitted "you're my son, but this -- you holding me -- feels so nice." Mike pulled his mother to him, tight, until she was pressed to his chest. He ran his hand down her back to her ass. He held her firm flesh in his hand, then gave it a gentle squeeze. "Does that feel nice too?" he asked. "Yes." she whispered, clutching his shoulders tighter. "I love how it feels." he whispered in her ear, gripping her ass harder. Mike's hand wandered over his mother's round ass, caressing and giving it several squeezes that made her wiggle her hips slightly. He could feel her stomach rubbing over his hard cock, but was not concerned about her knowing how turned-on he was. He surmised that she felt the same. Her breathing had quickened and it bathed his neck. Mike brushed her hair aside and kissed her left cheek, softly, holding his wet lips to her for a moment. She leaned back and looked up at his face. "You look cold." he remarked, looking down at her. "Something like that." she replied with a teasing grin. Katherine felt her pussy getting wetter as she watched her son's hand move towards her left breast. She knew she should stop him, but she did not want to. She licked her lips, then bit one as his hand cupped her. He squeezed her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple, making it thicken even more. She moaned. It may have been a minute, or it may have been ten -- Katherine lost track of time while her son fondled her -- but after a while she grew fearful that they might not be able to stop what they had begun. She stepped back, still holding his arms. "We should probably stop." she said, sounding very aroused. "Okay." he agreed. Mike removed his hands from his mother's body and moved away. He didn't bother trying to convince her to let him continue because he was sure that he would have other opportunities. Katherine leaned back on the counter, giving her son a sly look as his eyes moved up and down her body. The look on his face excited her, but she knew she could not give in to it -- not yet anyway. "That skirt looks nice on you." he remarked. "Really? To tell you the truth, I wore it because I thought it was about the least sexy one I had. I thought that maybe the one I had on yesterday was the reason why you and Kevin kept grabbing my ass, since it was pretty short." "It wasn't the skirt we noticed; it was that top you had on." "I should have known," she exclaimed, grinning "Kevin's always liked my boobs." "Always?" he questioned. Katherine gave a guilty shrug. "Well, ever since I got them, or when he began to notice girls." "Has he ever seen them?" Mike asked, feeling no need to be shy anymore. Katherine chose her words carefully before answering. "A few times. He was always sneaking peeks down my tops." Mike gave his mother an understanding nod, thinking back on the times he had done the same thing. "But I meant has he gotten a better look than that?" "Sometimes." she whispered, looking away. Katherine stared at the floor for a while, thinking, then cleared her throat. "Okay... enough about Kevin and my boobs," she said "I'm going back outside in the sun." The ringing of the phone interrupted Katherine's trip to the patio. She paused, listening for the direction of the sound, then recalled she had left the cordless phone in the kitchen. Mike listened to his mother speaking, wondering who had called. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Kev... yes, yes, I expected it too... of course you can..." Once Mike realized that it was his uncle who had called he grew more curious as he listened to the serious tone of his mother's voice. He gave her a worried look. "That was Kevin," Katherine said as she sat the phone down "he's coming over." "Cool." Mike exclaimed. Katherine was frowning as she stared at the wall. "Well, unfortunately it's because he's left Diane. He wanted to know if it was okay if he stayed here a while." "Oh..." Mike's good mood vanished. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "No -- of course not. I love hanging out with Uncle Kevin." "Okay. Good," Katherine replied, sounding relieved "but... uh... while he's here you'll have to make sure that you behave yourself when you're around me. Understand?" Mike gave his mother a quick nod, then a smirk formed on his face. "Make sure you tell Uncle Kevin the same thing though." "Smartass!" Katherine spat out, although obviously amused by her son's admonition. She also knew that her son was right. "I have to go get the guest room ready; he'll be here in a little while." Mike listened to the sound of his mother hurrying up the stairs. He had mixed feelings about his uncle staying with them and felt compunctious about it. Despite how much he enjoyed being around his Uncle Kevin, his mother's reminder that he would have to abandon any attempts to feel her disappointed him, although he understood her reasoning. Yet, he wondered how long his uncle could go without doing the same. Creeping up the stairs as quietly as possible, Mike eyed the doorway to the guest room. When he entered the room his mother had her back to the door as she made the bed. She never heard him as he walked over the carpeted floor towards her. It was only when he was a foot or so away that she heard him. She turned, letting out a gasp of surprise as he clamped his hands on her hips, pulling her to him. "Hey... I thought I told you that you had to behave!" she squealed. "That was only when Uncle Kevin's here, but he's not here yet." he told her as he grabbed handfuls of her ass through her skirt. Katherine braced herself against her son's shoulders as he pulled her to him. She let out a playful giggle as she squirmed, trying to free herself from his strong arms. Then with a strong shove Katherine pushed her son away. Her eyes narrowed and darkened. "Look, Mike, I don't want to have to get angry, but this is no time for your naughty games. I have to get this room ready. Kevin will be here in a few minutes, and I don't want him to catch you with your hands under my skirt. Do you understand?" Mike shrunk from his mother as he listened to her spit the words out. Her lips were tight and her voice had lost it's soft, sexy tone. "Okay... yes." he said in a meek voice. "Good. Now go down and wait for Kevin." she barked. Katherine was still pointing towards the door when her son was on the first step. Dejected and somewhat worried about his mother's temper Mike slumped down on a chair in the kitchen. About ten minutes later he heard the familiar rumble of his uncle's truck in the yard. "Hey, Uncle Kevin." he said. "Hey, how's it going?" Kevin asked, dropping a suitcase down in the middle of the kitchen. "Okay." he replied, feeling awkward. Kevin pulled out a chair and sat down. He stared out of the kitchen window. A short time later Katherine entered the kitchen. She stopped, looking at how dejected her brother appeared. She frowned. "Hey, Kev, I got your room ready." "Thanks, Kat. And thanks for putting me up," he said "hopefully it won't be for long. I'll get an apartment or something." Katherine walked over to her brother and put her arm around his shoulder. "You stay as long as you want. Mike and I are always glad to see you." "Yeah." Mike echoed, wanting his uncle to be sure they were sincere. Kevin smiled at his sister and nephew. "Thanks, guys." Katherine gave her brother's wide shoulders a squeeze and kissed his cheek. "Are you hungry?" she asked. Kevin shook his head. "No, I'm fine, thanks." Uncle Kevin Visits "Then maybe some fresh air and sun will help," Katherine suggested "let's go outside." Kevin didn't really care where he was but he was glad for some company. He followed his sister and Mike out on the patio. He sat down on the bench beside Katherine. "If you don't want to talk about it, Kev, I understand," Katherine told her brother "but if you do, we're here for you." Mike nodded as he looked over at his uncle. "Thanks," Kevin said "maybe I will eventually. It's still sinking in." Katherine gave her brother an understanding nod as she smiled. She gave his back a quick rub. As evening approached Kevin's mood seemed to lighten. He began talking more, although not about his wife, but to see him more animated and smile comforted Mike and his mother. "How about I make some sandwiches?" Katherine suggested later. "That sounds good." Kevin replied, now smiling. Mike tried to think of what he could do or say to cheer his uncle up. After a while he had an idea. "I think there's a couple of beers left," he told his uncle "would you want one?" "Yeah, that sounds good." Kevin replied as he stood up. "No, I'll get it." Mike blurted out, holding his palm up as he raised from his chair. "I told Uncle Kevin I'd get him a beer." Mike told his mother as he walked in the kitchen. Katherine was standing at the table making sandwiches. She looked up and smiled. "If nothing else, beer will cheer him up." she joked. Mike brought a beer can from the fridge and stepped beside his mother. "If that doesn't work, you could always flash him. That would work for sure." Katherine smirked. "Well, you can forget about me doing that." she said, although the idea excited her. "How about this, then?" Mike suggested as he placed the can of beer down on the table. He quickly undid the top button of his mother's blouse and pulled it open some.He smiled as he looked at her upper chest. "You're bad." Katherine said. Her clit swell at the thought of showing off for her brother while her son watched. "Don't you like being bad, mom?" "Sometimes." she admitted with a wily smile. Mike undid another button on his mother's blouse, waiting for her reaction. She looked down, surveying her cleavage as he tugged her blouse open a bit. From her vantage point she could see some of her bra and knew that if she bent over her son and brother would probably see more. "No, that's too much." she said, giving her son an apprehensive look. "No, it's not. You look hot, mom. Let Uncle Kevin have a look; he deserves to have some fun." Katherine smiled, feeling her pussy getting wet. "Yeah, and you won't mind either." she added. Mike kissed his mother's cheek as he ran his hand up her back. "You said that I had to behave while Uncle Kevin was here, but that doesn't mean that you have to. You can be as bad as you want, mom." Katherine's cheeks felt warm as her eyes met her son's. His hand was on her lower back. She waited for it to roam lower. "You're going to turn me into a slut." she said with a shy grin. "Isn't it fun being a little slutty?" he countered. Katherine smiled. "I don't know. I don't think I've ever been." "Have you ever wanted to?" her son asked. "Maybe." she admitted. "Show Uncle Kevin your tits, mom." Mike whispered. He kissed his mother's cheek as his hand squeezed her left breast. Katherine gasped as her son groped her, but never resisted. She was too overcome with arousal. Before she could reply he had gone back out on the patio. "You guys help yourselves; I made plenty." Katherine felt exposed as she leaned over to place the platter of sandwiches on the table in front of her brother and son. She felt her breasts sway and wondered how much of them they could see. She enjoyed the feeling though. I made her feel wanton. She picked up a half of a sandwich and sat down on the bench adjacent to Kevin and Mike. For the rest of the evening Katherine forced herself to make conversation. Her pussy was wet and her clit throbbed as she thought about her son and brother staring at her cleavage. Every time they spoke to her she watched where their eyes went, waiting for them to drift into her open blouse. Eventually she was confused by lust and paranoia, wondering where the men were looking. When her brother decided that he was going to bed she was relieved. "I should be getting some sleep," Kevin said "even though my life's a mess, I still have to work tomorrow." Katherine stood up and stepped towards her brother. She gave him a brief hug. "Have a good sleep, Kev. Things will get better, believe me." she said, trying to sound encouraging. Kevin shrugged in disbelief, then smiled. "I guess they already have. I'm living with you." Katherine hugged her brother. She let out a faint gasp when she felt his hand on her breast. She looked over to her son who was watching. Kevin squeezed her breast, running his hand over her hard nipple as he held her. Katherine clutched his shoulders, unable to resist. She let him fondle her. "Night, Mike." Kevin said. He turned towards his nephew, still holding his sister's waist. "Night, Uncle Kevin." Mike followed his uncle inside with his eyes, then turned towards his mother. She seemed distressed. He got up and sat down beside his mother on the bench. "What's wrong?" he asked, very concerned. "You saw... he felt me..." "So? He does that all the time." Mike countered. "I know," Katherine sighed "I just worry about what sort of image as a mother I'm portraying." Katherine turned towards her son. Her narrow eyes fixed on his. She was on the brink of tears. "A sexy one!" Mike replied with a laugh. Katherine frowned. "Yes... sexy... big tits... slutty." Mike watched as his mother tilted her head down. Soon he realized she was crying. Her shoulders began to quake. "No, mom, I never meant it like that." Mike eased his arm around his mother's shoulder. "Isn't that what you wanted though -- for me to behave like a whore in front of you and Kevin?" Mike felt overcome with guilt as he held his mother to him as she sobbed. "No, mom, I just wanted you to have some fun," he said "you know, show some skin and be naughty." "I don't want you to think badly of me, Kevin." she gasped, wiping her eyes. "I don't. I love you, mom!" "But what about when I'm showing my tits to you and Kevin and letting him feel them?" Mike sighed. "I like that, honestly, mom. But only if you want to though." Katherine raised her wet eyes to her son. She opened her mouth, then closed it. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Yes... a little." she admitted, then frowned. "You look sexy." Mike told his mother. "Not slutty?" she asked. "No, of course not!" Katherine wiped her eyes and gave her son a genuine smile. "I feel sexy, but I can't help but feel that you and Kevin think I look like a skank." Mike shook his head. "No. I don't, and I'm sure Uncle Kevin doesn't either." Katherine smiled and kissed her son's cheek. "Thanks." she said. "I mean it, mom." He clasped her shoulders as he looked her in her eyes. "Really? I don't look like a..." "Stop it, mom," Mike interrupted "you look hot as hell." Katherine smiled. "I guess I'll have to believe you evantually." "Yes, and it's past time." her son asserted. "So, now what?" "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to, but I think you should be a little more bold." "Like how?" she asked. "Like how you did tonight." her son suggested. "Okay." she agreed, still somewhat reluctant. Mike stood up and tugged at his mother's slim wrist. She rose from the wooden bench beside him. He brought her inside, guiding her by her arm. "Have a good night." Katherine whispered to her son at the foot of the stairs. Mike smiled and followed behind his mother. As Katherine turned the doorknob to her bedroom she could still feel her son's presence behind her. He followed her inside. "You've got your own room." she gasped, trying to sound playful, although startled. Mike never answered. Instead, he stepped closer as his mother and backed her towards her bed. He reached towards her curved hips. "Feel like being slutty, mom." he asked as he tugged at her hips. Katherine gasped as she looked down to her son's hands on her. "No.. I... uh..." Mike pushed on his mother's hips, backing her up towards her bed. She moved, never resisting him. Eventually she felt her legs pressed against her bed. She stopped. "Did Uncle Kevin see your tits tonight?" Kevin asked. Katherine nodded, ashamed by her admission. Mike reached up and tugged at his mother's blouse. He tugged the rest of the buttons open, then pulled it from inside her skirt. Mike pushed his mother back until she fell on her bed. Her blouse was open and he could see her breasts rise and fall inside her bra. He looked down at her panties. They were white, pulled tight over her wet lips. He pulled them down, uncovering her dark hair and wet folds. Katherine moaned as she looked down at her exposed body. "Has Uncle Kevin ever seen your pussy?" he asked. Katherine smiled. She looked down, feeling her clit throb. "Has he ever touched it?" Kevin asked, running his hand up his mother's left thigh. "Honey," she said "you ask too many questions.' Mike inched his hand up the inside of his mother's open thigh. He stared at her wet lips, visible through the patch of her dark hair. "Can I touch it?" he asked, looking down at her. "No." she said, sounding scared. Katherine's eyes were wide as she looked up at her son. She could see the bulge in his jeans as he stood over her. When his hand unbuttoned them, then pulled the zipper down she stared wide-eyed. She could see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers as he pulled his jeans down towards his knees. She watched as he slid his boxers down over his hips. His hard cock rose from his body, pointing towards her. "You're so... thick." Katherine remarked as she looked up at her son. His heavy balls swayed as he stood above her. "Bigger than dad?" he asked. Katherine nodded. "Much." she whispered. "Bigger than Uncle Kevin?" he asked. Katherine looked up at her son, hesitant to answer. "A little." she whispered a few moments later. Mike looked down at his mother below him. She was clutching the sheet beneath her with her fists, looking up at his twitching cock. Her mouth was open and he wanted to push his shaft between her moist lips, but there was another spot that beckoned. He looked down between her parted thighs. "I bet you're really tight." he said, looking down at her dewy lips. Katherine smiled. "I don't know." she said, sounding insecure. Mike placed his hands under his mother's knees. He lifted them up, parting her thighs so her wet lips spread open. He stared at her moist folds. "Who was the last guy who knew how tight you are?" he asked. "Kevin." she whispered. Mike pushed his mother's thighs back as he lowered himself on her. He heard her moan as the head of his cock pushed between her wet lips. He moaned too, pushing deeper. He pressed down on her body as he began thrusting his hips. Slowly at first, then faster as he heard her moan. "You're so tight, mom." Mike groaned, feeling his cock sink deeper. Mike lay atop his mother, feeling her cushiony body on his as he plunged his cock deep in her tight, wet pussy. He groaned as he thrust his hips harder, pushing his shaft into her. His mother's breasts shook as he pounded his cock into her. He looked down to her dark nipples pointing up towards him as he clutched her curved hips. "You feel so good, mom." he said in a breathy voice. "Don't stop, honey." she moaned, her eyes clamped shut. Mike felt himself getting close. he pulled his shaft from his mother's tight, wet pussy. It glistened with her juice. Mike began stroking it, watching her look up at him. He reached down and began rubbing her clit as his fist moved up and down over his cock. "Oh god... Mike." Katherine cried out, pushing her hips up. Mike felt his body grow rigid and his cock thicken. Seconds later he shot a stream of cum over his mother's stomach. He moaned as another stream splashed over her breasts. It ran down them towards her hard nipples. Mike continued to milk his cock, watching as the last drop of his hot seed ran towards his mother's stomach. "That was amazing." Mike gasped as he collapsed beside his mother. "Was I okay? I mean, did I feel okay." she asked as she turned towards him, looking nervous "You were wonderful." he replied, then kissed her rosy cheek. Katherine smiled. "It's been a long time." "Then you'll just have to practice," her son teased "maybe Uncle Kevin will help."