The two of them sat watching the people below, enjoying the cool, early summer breeze.
Tommy put his arm around his mom, pulling her willing body to him. “I love you Mom,” he whispered.
“I love you too Tommy,” Sue said, turning to her son.
Tommy saw a tear in her eye.
“What’s wrong Mom?” Tommy said with concerned.
“Nothing sweetie, it’s just that this is so perfect. Your dad and I used to bring you here all the time. We even sat under this tree. I feel the best that I’ve felt since your father died. Thank you for being here for me,” Sue said leaning in close and putting her head on his shoulder.
“I will always be here for you Mom.”
As Tommy’s arm was squeezing his mother to him, he realized that his hand was touching her breast again. This time it was the side of her breast, where it swelled out from the tank top. Tommy moved his hand slowly, touching her soft breast outside the material of her top. He held his breath as he waited for her to stop him.
Sue felt what Tommy was doing. She didn’t want to start a fight so she let him gently rub her breast. However, that familiar feeling started in her lower region again. Goose bumps appeared on her arms and she leaned heavily into her son’s strong chest.
Tommy worked his fingers across the soft material very slowly. He kept it up for a long time, waiting for her to grab his hand like she had done at the movie. When she made no move to stop him, he boldly opened his hand and slid it under her breast, then slowly lifted up. His head began to spin when he held one full, cloth-covered breast in the palm of his hand. His penis throbbed in his pants. He felt the point of her now hard nipple as it almost burned his palm.
Sue’s alcohol fogged brain began to scream warnings. Yet, the pulsing in her groin blocked it out.
Tommy thought he heard her moan. But no, she was breathing heavy and regular. He looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. The weight of her body against him made him think that she might be asleep. Tommy moved his hand down and under the tank top to the warm skin of her stomach. Slowly he moved his hand upward, inch by inch. He felt an electric shock when the side of his hand touched bare skin. He thought he was going to cum in his pants. He took a deep breath and turned his hand over, palm up. Now he held the full bare breast of his own mother in his hand. He waited for what seemed like an eternity for his mother to react. When she didn’t move, he began to squeeze it. He played with the heavy breast gently, feeling the fullness and the warmth of her flesh, fearing all the time that he would wake her.
Sue’s mind was reeling. The blood was pounding in her head. She couldn’t think straight. She knew she should stop this but her libido and the wine was in control. She could feel her shorts begin to get very wet and feared that it might show through.
Tommy grew bolder. He cupped and kneaded one breast before sliding across to do the same to the other. He moved slightly and let his mother slide sideways and into his arm, her back pressed to his now pulsing penis. He sighed with relief when saw that her eyes were still closed. Then he shifted his view and he watched his hand move freely under her top.
Sue lay as quietly as she could, letting her son explore her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing to her back and throbbing. It felt huge. Her hips wanted to move as she fought to control her breathing.
Tommy squeezed and lifted the breasts and then moved on to play with the hard nipple. It suddenly occurred to him that he had sucked this same nipple as a baby. Suddenly, he had to see them. Slowly, his hand lifted the top until a large orb was bare. His eyes were wide as he stared at the smooth white skin and the long pink nipple. His squeezed the flesh gently. He was fascinated as he watched his hand knead her soft flesh.
Sue finally had to stop this. She stirred and felt Tommy quickly pull his hand from her breast, letting her top cover her again. Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I must have fallen to sleep. I’m sorry, I seem to be doing that when I drink. How long was I out?”
“Uh… oh not long.”
“Let’s take a walk,” Sue said standing up. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded and almost fell.
Tommy quickly stood beside her and steadied her.
They walked hand in hand down a path that led toward the lake. It was impossible for Tommy to hide the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He shook his head, thinking that it might all have been a dream.
Sue’s eyes kept glancing down at her son’s crotch. She almost felt sorry for him as she saw his confined penis pulse with need.
Soon the two reached a small clearing near the lake.
“Let’s sit down here Mom.”
“Oh, I don’t want to get my shorts grass stained.”
“Here,” Tommy said stripping off his shirt and putting it on the ground. He now stood beside her in his shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare.
“Wow, you’ve been working out,” Sue said admiring her son’s muscular chest. She squeezed her legs together and felt her swollen lips pulse with excitement.
“It’s Coach Lewis, he wanted all his players to be in top shape.”
“You look great,” Sue said sitting on the shirt Tommy had laid down. She felt the tight seam of her shorts pull into her sex lips and she closed her eyes in pleasure.
“Thanks,” Tommy said sitting next to his mom and putting his arm around her.
They sat there in silence looking out over the glistening lake. They could see specks in the distance on the lake that had to be people rowing small boats. Coming from far away they could hear the faint sounds of children laughing and playing. At that moment, everything was perfect.
“Mom,” Tommy said breaking the silence, “do… do… you think I could kiss you again?”
Sue sucked in her breath. She couldn’t answer right away. Somehow, she knew that this question would come up again. She had practiced how to tell him no gently. She didn’t want to hurt him. However, all of the practice went out the window when she was faced with the question. Sue could still feel his hand on her breast and her swollen lips were still dripping in her shorts. Instead of a firm no, she said, “I suppose so, but just one.”
Tommy’s heart leaped in his chest. Nervously, he turned to his mother and brought his lips to hers. As their lips pressed together, he pulled her into his bare chest. When she opened her mouth, he didn’t wait for her tongue; he pushed his into her warm and wet mouth. He could taste the wine she had drunk. When his tongue pulled out, his mother’s followed, pressing into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue and heard her moan. The kiss went on and on, turning into a second kiss and then a third. Tommy took a chance, brought his hand up, and slid it under his mother’s top, touching her breast again.