Tempted by Tanlines Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tempted by Tanlines Pt.2

... before, inside my head: she's on all fours and looking back at her lover. She's got that look on her face. She's daring him to fuck into her, hard. Her buttocks are raised, breasts all heavy and round and exquisitely presented to his palms as he leans low over her back. I watch them kiss, with my mother eagerly sucking his tongue as she winces and groans, her body taking his length from behind. Of course, the lover is me. She's still talking as I try to supress the lewd image. I'm fully aware the sheet won't mask my resurgent erection, but what I've imagined is so vivid and powerful I'll be back up and ready in seconds. "It's the betrayal that eats me up," my mother is saying as I ease up the bed and raise my knees to disguise my dilemma. "And this thing with you," she goes on. "It doesn't mean anything, Sean. It's inside your head. Nobody will get hurt. So what," she shrugs, "you suddenly noticed me as female? It isn't like you've tried to molest me, is it? You know the difference between what's right and what isn't." I wonder if she'd be so blasé if she could see the despicable scenarios I've conjured up between us. How cool would she be if she knew I'd just thought about fucking her pussy with my hands all over her tits? "But you're my mum," I groan, trying to do the right thing. "I shouldn't think about you in that way." "I do believe," my mother says with a smile. "It's more common than you might imagine." She lays a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry," she adds. "It ...

... really doesn't bother me at all. I could be quite flattered actually." And I know it's a joke. Her last line was a throw-away comment she used to lighten the mood. And she isn't to know, but her touch has electrified me. I'm fully erect and churning inside. If it wasn't for the robe, I'd be on her. It takes an immense effort of will not to lunge. If she'd been nude there would have been no stopping me. Her naked body would have been too much to resist. "I still shouldn't think it," I manage to say. She chuckles and pulls her hand back. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Sean. It doesn't matter. Honestly, babe, you don't have to feel embarrassed. I'd rather we talked and got everything out in the open than bottle things up. Besides," she says, head tilting towards one shoulder. "Like I said, it's just us. There's nobody else to consider. What business is it of anyone else's what we say behind these four walls? It's like me being nude. I love the freedom. And inside my own home, who am I bothering? Except you, of course," she finishes with a grin. There's an upsurge of emotion inside me. "You're incredible," I mumble, which is the second I resolve to fight off the pervasive thoughts and imaginings. I'm suddenly filled with determination. I love my mother; I'm proud of her. She's strong and courageous -- and who am I to dictate how she behaves? My mother looks at me. She's puzzled when I say, "You shouldn't listen to me." She blinks and frowns, then says, "What do you mean?" I shrug ...