It was that look, that expression that changed everything for him. He had seen it many times before on Hannah’s face. That mix of lust and love with a twist of a challenge. Angela, like her daughter, liked to play, tease, and fuck. And that was it. Like a light turning on, regret and shame were gone. Hannah was diving into her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was to let this slide.
Game on.
“Mom, you look… incredible!” Scottie said, unabashedly standing with his hard-on tenting his boxers.
“Thank you, baby,” she said, then hooked a thumb on the side of her underwear, “Call me old fashioned, but I’m going to let you do the honors of taking off my panties. But first, let’s get this out of the way.”
She walked right up in front of him, her chest pressing into her son’s as her hands found the edge of his tank top. Winking at him, she pulled it up and over his head.
“There we go,” she said. “I love skin-to-skin contact.” Angela giggled as she rubbed her nipples against her son’s bare chest. “Oh, this is new,” she said as she lightly combed her fingers through a small, fair patch of hair between his pecs. “I kinda like it. My boy’s all grown up and turned into a man.”
Scottie groaned at her touch.
“Oh, you like Mommy’s titties rubbing against you?” She continued.
Scottie laughed and slipped his hands to her bare waist, pulling her in tighter so her panty-clad mound rubbed against his hard dick.
“I fucking love it,” he said.
“Tsk-tsk,” she frowned, though in obvious jest. “Cursing like that in front of your mother.”
“I’m about to be doing a whole lot more in front of my mother soon.”
Angela’s eyes lit up. Scottie felt her quiver beneath his hands.
“I should ask,” Scottie continued. “Should I be calling you ‘Mom’ right now?”
“Scott, in a matter of minutes I will be cumming all over your cock. You can call me whatever you like as far as I’m concerned.”
Scottie grinned.
“I kinda like calling you Mom.”
Angela grinned.
“Actually, me too.”
“It makes me so hard.”
“It makes me so fucking wet.”
Angela grabbed her son by the back of the head and kissed him, and he welcomed it. Their mouths opened, tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Their moans and gasps joined the chorus originating from Hannah and Dale who found it difficult not to watch this new development.
Mother and son kissed like high school sweethearts, fueled by a burning passion erupting from each other. Scottie nibbled on her ear, hearing her gasp and tremble as she raked her nails into the muscles on his back. She bit his lower lip as he grabbed her breast, tweaking a nipple between two fingers.
In a desperate move, she grabbed his boxers and pushed them down, his hard cock swinging free. Scottie groaned as Angela grabbed it, feeling the weight of her son’s engorged member for the first time.
“Oh, Scottie…”she purred, mesmerized by this rigid tool in her palm. Her panties flooded with her juices at the thought of where this dick, her son’s dick, might reach inside her.
Looking up at her son, she leaned forward and kissed him again, stroking him with her free hand against her belly.