I started looking for shoes and in that occasion I took the opportunity to show him a lot of legs with stockings. I had a nice pedicure and a really short skirt which gave to the shop salesman and to my son a perfect view of my legs as I was asking his opinion for the various shoes I was trying. The next time we were supposed to go looking for a black cocktail dress but in the car everything went so well between us and a complicity feeling was established that that after a short tour of one or two clothes shops I decided it was time to push the envelope a little further and I headed straight for the Victoria Secret lingerie boutique. I asked him to follow me in the shop dressing room space and let him peek at me while I was undressing. As matter of fact I asked him to help me with zippers as well as to bring me different types or new undergarments to try. I also asked him to express his opinion as a man in respect to some very fashionable and alluring outfits. I made a point to close any afternoon doing errands or cooking together with quick peck on his lips to thank him for the time spent with me. Now all was down to choose the right place and situation to kiss him again with the tiniest tongue to let him understanding there was more if he wanted. I was hoping him kissing me back in which case I would have let him know how good it would have felt for me either with words, light moans or my body language. I knew he was smart and he would immediately realize there was a world to explore with his mum. The right occasion came few days later: hubby was out of town on business for few days and my daughter was out until Sunday evening with her university volley team for a game in a nearby city. I was alone in the house with my boy for the entire week-end. On Saturday afternoon I asked him to cook with me some butter biscuits for the family. So we amiably chatted and cooked and, while the biscuits were in the oven, we went to couch in the TV room. I lighted a light in the far end of the room and instead of switching on the television I launched a CD-ROM of my favourite songs asking him if he was game for some one-to-one conversation. The intention was to talk to him and explore a little more with him the incest subject and if he could consider is doing it for real with me.
We were on the couch very near one to the other, so I took the opportunity of thanking him for the help with a kiss on the lips with a little tongue. This time he did not ran and, even for just an instant, our tongue met for the first time. A timid and uncertain kiss but as consequence ...my heart exploded in my chest immediately after followed by my lower abdomen where I felt an almost electric shock. I instantaneously became very, very excited and yes…wet. I had never tried anything similar and right then ... I wanted more but the dam oven alarm for the biscuits went off. So reluctant and all red in face I returned to the kitchen to switch-off the oven...I ran to take out the biscuits, took off my apron in a blink and I went straight back to the couch. I was fearing that in my absence he would switch on the TV, move to his room or do anything else which could kill the perfect intimate situation we were into few minutes before. I moved back as fast as I could and entering the living room realised my fears were ill-founded as he was there sitting on the couch casually waiting for my return… I knew that was the time to go there and … doing it: it was now or never. I slowly sat near him with my heart beating at an impossible rate and I felt the rush of adrenalin hitting me making my legs weak.
I started to talk about small things to regain some composure and when I felt comfortable I put my arm behind his shoulders slowly, but unimposingly, bringing him near me. When his body met my breast and his head was just few centimetres from my face we looked intensely into each other eyes with desire for what seemed ages but probably were just seconds. My hearth accelerated for the excitement and the adrenalin release. I stopped the pressure on his shoulders and moved my hands to caress the back of his neck giving him a last opportunity to back out from the most illicit, exciting and fulfilling taboo. And then… his head, without a word, slowly moved toward me and, for the first time, he timidly initiated the kiss. When I felt his tongue sliding pass my lips suddenly my heart jumped in my throat beating like a drum and our tongue swayed in their very first dance. I was in heaven and lost in a numbing fog like I never truly experienced. I was kissing him lightly and gently, savouring his saliva aroma for the first time. When we, both short of breath, were obliged to break away from our very first long and passionate kiss, I realised that while he had initiated the kiss and happily participated he was very still, somewhat rigid and had not even tried to move any of his hands to touch me. So I took control and my left hand slowly started to caress, for the very first time, in a very unmotherly way, my son torso and abdomen feeling through his shirt one by one his abdominals contracted by the spasm of excitement. When we made eye contact, the feeling was one I had never felt with any other lover before. At that moment, I wasn't his mother, I was a woman who wanted nothing more than to give to a young adult male pleasure, a lot of pleasure. I went back for a further kiss. Few moment after our tongues mixed and started to move in and out of our mouths, for the first time I also recognized his left hand on my back and his right one mirroring what I did but moving from my tummy up toward the torso and lightly brushing the external part of my left breast just for a little moment before to move on toward my face where he started to caress me while our tongue continued to dance in our mouths. We were kissing and gently making out but I needed more. I wanted to touch him I wanted to kiss his torso, abdomen and eventually if he was comfortable enough passing to a pleasant heavy petting and may be more.