Hidden Desires (Fanatic/sailingsam)

Michelle had begun to work her pussy more and more as she leaned against the wall of the shower. As she did, she looked over and caught sight of a figure peeking in. "Holy shit it's Brad!" She thought nervously to herself as she considered her choices here. "Fuck it" She thought. "If it's a show he wants it's a show the perv is going to get."She thought resolutely as she slipped another finger into her pussy and grabbed her breast firmly and let out a moan that carried over the music. "Why stop there? Let's tease him all night." She moaned again as she reared back her head. She was getting close, and she couldn't believe she was wondering the same thing of Brad.

“Holy shit!” Brad whispered under his breath. He couldn’t believe his luck. His Mom wasn’t just quietly rubbing one out. She was losing herself and getting loud. She had obviously counted on both doors being closed along with the music drowning her out.

‘I wonder if she’s loud like that in bed?’ he thought to himself. Seeing her body contort as she really got into her masturbation, made Brad feel somewhat better about himself. At least she was human and needed to be sexually fulfilled too.

As he watched Michelle work herself over, Brad wondered what his mother was thinking about. But since they never discussed such things and he wasn’t supposed to see such things; he decided he would never know. But still, the show before him was better than any porn could be. He wasn’t able to tear his eyes away.

Michelle was slipping further and further into the deep abyss of arousal as she slowly built herself up to a climax. She sighed as she sat on the floor and slipped another finger in. She was close and she knew it.

Michelle also knew she was still giving Brad a perfect view of her pussy as she fingered herself. She tweaked a nipple and let out a loud moan as her head reared back. She screamed and let out a loud orgasm as she spasmed and moaned. Collapsing to the floor of the water, she panted heavily and waited before she got up to clean off. She hoped that Brad had liked it. As weird as that sounded. Did that make her the pervert?

As his mother lay in heaving mass with her fingers still buried in her pussy, Brad was unable to believe his eyes. He wanted so badly to rush in and give her the fucking that she was obviously in need of, and that he was dying to give her. Looking at the wet glistening body that she took so much care of, he started to feel guilty.

He felt guilty that his mother worked so hard to make an above average living for the two of them. She also devoted her time to Brad himself, making sure that he had good grades,. She was active in his school with fundraisers and club trips. And she never missed an athletic event. But on top of everything they were friends as she made it a point to be close with her son while he was growing up. Due to all Michelle did for him, he began to realize that she had neglected her social life. And it was now obvious that she was in need of a sex life.

So now besides feeling like a pervert for being sexually fixated on his mother, he was feeling responsible for her non-existent sex life. ‘If only there was a way. We could help each other. If she would just let me fuck her once, I know I could make her happy. Of course, there’s no way she’s a pervert like me.’ he thought to himself as he licked his lips hungrily while still staring at Michelle’s convulsing body as her last moan left her mouth.

Noticing that she seemed to look at the doorway, he ducked back into the hall. Deciding not to press his luck, Brad retreated to his room and finished dressing for dinner. It would have been easier if he didn’t have the visions of his sex goddess pleasuring herself burned into his mind, but he managed. Once finished he heads downstairs and waits on Michelle to come down. ‘ I can’t wait to see what she wears. I just love how she dresses sexy, and turns all of the guys heads.’ he thought to himself as he stared at the TV.

Michelle stood slowly and sighed as she washed off her body and the juices running down her legs. Stepping out of the shower, she didn't bother to wrap a towel around herself as she dried off. She dried her hair and went to her closet. "Hell, it's our nice dinner, and He looked so sexually frustrated while he was watching me ." Michelle sighed with a slight smile as she picked a dress that showed off her cleavage and left little to the imagination. Her chest was bare save a necklace around her neck. With the way the top was, Michelle couldn't wear a bra, and it unfortunately didn't have a built in bra. The dress stopped not halfway down her thigh, baring her long and slender legs. She picked out a pair of matching green heels for the emerald green dress, and did not slip on any panties with the dress. It would easily allow access to the sight of her pussy if anyone looked down. "Now or never." She mutters as her heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked downstairs. "ready sweetie?" She asked

Brad was dumbstruck. Seeing the way Michelle looked literally caused his jaw to drop. She was dressed to the hilt and was decked out in all of the curls and war paint makeup that would adorn a movie starlet. He had never seen her look so slutty, but so appealing at the same time.

The silky fabric of her emerald green dress caressed her voluptuous figure, leaving little to the imagination. The top of the dress was daring to say the least, with the neckline plunging down to below the bottom of her breast line. It was obvious to Brad, that no bra was being worn by his mother. The inside of each breast was slightly visible allowing an excellent view of her ample cleavage. And if her cleavage wasn’t an eye catcher enough, the sparkling of her necklace nestled between her large tits, gluing your eyes to them.

The dress caressed her thin waist and clung enticingly to her curved hips and continued a portion of the way down her silky smooth thighs. It came to an end just short enough to cover her womanly assets, but just barely. Brad thought he saw a tuft of fuzz as she slinked down the stairs in her matching green fuck-me pumps.

Standing up he heads to meet her. Picking up everything she had already laid on the bar for him. Brad grabbed car keys, because he always drove because she normally had a drink or maybe two. She also gave him a couple of twenties, one for the valet and one for the maître d. And lastly she had left him a credit card, since it was his job to pay and to figure the gratuity since she was training him to be a gentleman; but he was still unemployed so she paid. Anyway he got to be the man and enjoyed it very much. Saying “Mom, you look incredible! Shall we go?” as he motioned for her to lead the way.

Following his mother into the garage he hungrily eyed the way her dress reveled her tanned back. It plunged far enough down in the back to leave no doubt that no bra was present. One slip of the cloth on her shoulders could prove very interesting he decided. The sway of her hips had never been so enticing. ‘What I wouldn’t give to pound that ass!’ he thought to himself as he watched it’s hypnotic sway. And her toned legs never looked better thanks to the way her pumps made them look.

Reaching the passenger door of the SUV, Brad opens the door for Michelle and holds out his hand to assist her. Looking into the sparkling eyes of his mother he thinks ‘Michelle, if you only knew the fucking I’d give you if you just gave me a chance.’ Before he smiles and says “Let me help you, mam”.

Michelle had chosen the necklace for that specific reason alone. She knew it attracted people to her breasts with the way it glittered in the light. She knew the Brad would be the first to see it, and his eyes would wander. "Of course we should sweetie." She nodded and turned to walk towards the garage. Her heels making their loud clacking on the floor.

Knowing he was walking behind her, and more or less checking her ass out, Michelle put a good amount of extra effort into her walk as her hips swayed back and forth, causing her toned ass to shake even more. She reached the garage and smiled when he ran in front of her to open the door. So gentleman like. She took his hand and smiled with a brief thank you as she climbed in. She made sure to give him the perfect view up her dress as she did so before she settled in the seat of the SUV.

Brad got a close look at the underside of his mother’s ass as she climbed into the SUV. He had to fight the urge to reach out and touch it. He had it in his hands earlier, but that isn’t how he wanted it. He tried to see if she had panties on but couldn’t tell. Closing her door he hurried around and climbed into the drivers seat.

Opening the garage door, he then puts on his seat belt. Starting the vehicle he checks the mirrors and gets them set. Then as any teen will do, he changes the radio music station on the satellite radio. But unlike any teen he changes it to a station he knows his mother loves. Looking over he notices that Michelle is smiling at him, but in a way he wasn’t familiar with. Adjusting the air to blow a bit cooler he suddenly becomes aware of the intoxicating smell of Michelle’s expensive perfume.

Backing out of the driveway, Brad starts easily navigating to Javier’s. It’s about a twenty minute drive, so he and his mother make small talk. He notices that every crack in the pavement causes a small jiggle in her breasts. Also he notices that the air conditioning has brought her nipples to point. He tries to look her in the eyes but is having a difficult time as he’s sure that soon he’ll be rewarded with a boob flopping out as he already is seeing more sideboob than before.

As the small talk continues he notices that she seems distracted also as if she’s lost in thought. He also noticed that she seemed to be studying him. ‘I wonder what she’s thinking about?’ he asks himself as he pulls into the valet parking line in front of Javier’s. Stopping the car he hops out and hurries around and opens the door for Michelle. Helping her out of the car he holds his arm out for her to take as he hands the keys to the valet along with a twenty dollar bill to assure good service

Michelle was thinking bad and naughty thoughts. She knew it, but couldn't stop. When Brad turned on the cold air that she loved. She knew what was going to happen though, it was inevitable. She breathed a quick sigh as her nipples made contact with the cold air. The lack of bra resulted in an almost instant erection of them as she blushed softly and stared at him. Michelle saw her son checking her out, and she figured she'd do the same as he was as her eyes wandered his body. She noticed the sizable bulge running down the leg of his pants as she sang a song she knew and tried to distract herself. The road was bumpy, but it didn't cause her to slip, yet. She would make it slip when she wanted. As they got there, she grinned to herself at the sight she was about to give him. As he grabbed her hand, she swung her legs around and spread them, giving Brad a breif glance of he rbare pussy before she jumped out. "I'm staved." She smiled at him.

Brads suspicions were confirmed about the panties, or lack thereof that his mother put on display for him. She looked him square in the eye after he got a peek up her skirt as he helped her from the vehicle. ‘She had to have known that I saw that!’ he thought to himself amazed at the coy look she gave him before saying she was starved. What Brad saw only whetted his appetite, for Michelle’s pussy. ‘I’m reading too much into that. It was just an accident.’ he decides.

As she walked indoors with him, Brad confidently strode up to the maitre d as he noticed several men and women who were waiting for tables turned their heads to gawk at Michelle. He smiled confidently because he was with the woman they were admiring. Smiling at the maître d he said “Hello Juan! You look well! Do you have our table?”

Smiling and giving both Michelle and Brad a warm hug reserved for favorite customers he announces “Certainly! Follow me!” Brad slides his hand confidently around his mother’s waist and guides her to follow Juan to the patio. He wanted to enjoy the view of her backside, along with the view of both men and women alike, admiring his mother. But now he wasn’t seeing her as his mom, but instead he was on a date with the hottest woman in the place.

Michelle smiled when she walked in. She knew that she had that effect on people. The effect that made women slap their boyfriends or husbands. The effect that made women envious and jaws drop. She loved having that effect and flaunt it off with her body. "Hello Juan." She smiled warmly and returned the hug firmly. As they walked to her table and she felt her sons arm around her waist, she couldn't help but think of a different meaning behind it. She smiled as Brad pulled out the chair and she sat down. Leaning forward on the table so her tits lay on it, she looked up at Juan. "Finest bottle of Merlot. Two glasses." She smiled knowingly. Yes brad wasn't 21, but they could call a cab. "My treat." She whispered to brad as she slipped Juan a $100 bill.

Brad was stunned when he head Michelle order the bottle of wine and two glasses. He was allowed to drink the odd beer around the house. On occasion his Mom would give him what was left from a batch of Margaritas. But she had never ordered a drink for him in public.

Looking at her after Juan left, he muttered under his breath so only they can hear “Thanks. What’s the special occasion?”

As he studied her he noticed a twinkle in his Mother’s eyes. That twinkle normally made him nervous, as it meant she knew something that nobody else knew. But on top of that there was a smile that made him appreciate her beauty even more. It almost looked to Brad as if she were coming on to him. ‘Could it be?’ he asked himself as he was trying to figure out the change in Michelle.

As he puzzled over her change a waiter brought the bottle and poured two glasses. Picking up the glass he said “What shall we drink to?”

"Nothing special." Michelle smiled slyly and nodded toward him. She loved the fact he was trying to figure her out. Why she was letting him have wine. She had confused him and she loved it. She blushed softly and realized with a small start it was making her slightly aroused at the thought of playfully teasing him. She looked down with a small smile as her nipples became slowly erect. As the waiter poured her glass and Brads she wondered what they would drink to. "To a new beginning and a new relationship." She said finally and confidently. Michelle hoped she wasn't being too forward there, but she feared she was. "Oh and don't worry about driving, I already took care of the taxi." She smiled and lifted her glass and looked at him questioningly.

Brad was thoroughly confused for the briefest of moments. It was as if Michelle had turned into someone else. This new Michelle wasn’t his mother, but instead a confident adult who was treating him as an equal. He didn’t know what was going on to bring this change, but he liked it.

Brad thought he saw Michelle blush a bit and look down. That brought Brad’s gaze lower, to her cleavage. It was then he noticed the set of pokies she was sporting. He guessed it was from the cool night air and slight breeze that was blowing.

When he heard her say “To a new beginning and a new relationship." This puzzled him greatly’ A new beginning? A new relationship? What the hell does she mean?’ he thought to himself. Not exactly knowing what to say or do, he clinks his glass off Michelle’s and took a sip. He could get used to the new Michelle he decided with a smile.

Michelle clinked her glass with his and took a sip. Setting the glass down, she saw him smiling and raised her eyebrow. "Wonder what's he's thinking." she thought to herself. She decided to ask the question aloud. Michelle figured it had to do with what she had toasted to, but wanted to hear him ask it. She felt different too. She felt more alive and adventurous. It was odd as she hadn't felt this way in years, even when she was still with Mark, her husband. "What?" She asked with a small smile playing at her lips. She blushed again as she took a sip and set it down to hear his answer. Unfortunately, she was interrupted when their waiter walked back up to take their order. She looked at him silently and nodded to the waiter

Brad thought ‘There it is again. That look with the raised eyebrow!’ as she looked at him with a semi blush. Then it was obvious that she wanted to know what he was thinking. Not just by “What?”, but by the way people that have spent 18 years together can almost read each other’s minds.

Scrambling for an answer, Brad is rescued from having to give an awkward answer by the appearance of the waiter. Taking over as the man of the house, Brad proceeds to order after briefly looking over the menu. “I’ll have the Oysters with that special mango salsa for an appetizer along with the Chef’s Special. The lady will also have the Special along with a fresh salad for an appetizer. Thank you.” He said confidently as he smiled to the waiter.

Seeing the waiter leave, Brad sips his wine. Then looking at the stunning woman across from him, he says with the same confidence he just ordered dinner “What did you mean by new beginnings and relationships, Michelle? May call you Michelle in private?” Inside, Brad is amazed at his new found boldness.

Michelle waited politely for Brad to finish ordering dinner and smiled as the waiter walked away. "Good choices sweetie." She said as she sipped her wine. He had become quite proficient at ordering for her, and had learned what she did and didn't like. She nodded after he finished speaking and thought for a moment. "Yes you can call me Michelle. This is a dinner date after all." She laughed softly and took a little sip. She leaned forward a little, Making sure to give him a small look at her breasts. "As to what the toast meant... I'll leave it to you to figure out." At that, she smiled and leaned back. Feeling a little naughty, she propped up her shoes and feet with her 5 inch heels and rested them in between his legs, making sure the heel touched his crotch and waited for him to speak.

Still puzzled by what his mother was saying Brad took a huge gulp of his wine. Then seeing that it was almost gone he finished the last sip. Seeing his glass was empty he poured another glass for himself. Then being a gentleman, he poured some more into Michelle’s as well.

He was trying his best to maintain his new bold persona, but was having a hard time maintaining it under the visual barrage in front, of him. Seeing the small peek of her beautiful tits that she gave him was almost purposeful he thought. That coupled with the way she was acting towards him was very arousing to him. ‘Could it be possible that this was a come on? Could the woman I’m hot for by coming on to me? Could it really be?’ he thought to himself.

But then She stuck those long luscious legs out and rested those heels that she always wore, that made her look so sexy to him in his lap. The heel came to rest lightly in his crotch. Some would find this concerning but, Brad found it arousing. ‘That is a come on!’ he correctly thought to himself.

Trying to maintain a calm demeanor, Brad takes a sip of his wine and then he looks at Michelle as she is smiling at him with just a hint of wickedness that he is detecting. With his left hand he reaches under the table and softly touches his mother’s legs with his hand. He softly starts sliding his hand up as far as he can and then back down, slowly exploring the silky softness of her skin. While doing this he raises an eyebrow and asks “How am I doing, Michelle? Did I interpret the toast right? If so, I like the new beginnings.”

As she sat and rubbed her foot, Michelle noticed his expression. It was one of thought then of surprise, then of a mix of lust, more surprise, and what looked to be excitement. She shuffled nervously as she thought. 'He must have figured it out.' Michelle was both nervous and excited at that realization. It made her both nervous and happy. She was glad he had taken the hint too her movements and toast.

Smiling as his hand ran up her leg she nodded encouragingly. "You seem to have done just that Brad." She then reached up with a hand and took the strap of the dress and slide it off her shoulder, revealing where she was in the corner a bit more of her cleavage. She looked at him with a raised eye brow. His hand had reached midway up her thigh and she was interested to see how far he'd go here at dinner or in general. He had to be as nervous as she was. She looked up and smiled as the waiter walked up with their food and nodded two rads Brad quickly as she coughed politely.

Brad was so nervous. His hand was shaking, both with excitement and a touch of fear. But his fear was giving way to boldness as she confirmed that he had correctly deciphered her toast. Still he was wondering why the sudden change as he slid his hand up as far up her thigh as the seating arrangement would allow.

His mother’s provocatively sexy looks she was giving him as she seductively took the dress off her shoulder, giving him a better look at her cleavage; was driving him crazy. But seeing her nod and cough softly, Brad correctly deduced that they were no longer alone. Slowly he withdraws his hand from under the table and turns to see the waiter with their appetizers. He notices the waiter’s name tag and then says “Would you please set my oysters next to the lady, please Jorge. I’m going to sit next to her so I can get a better look at the incredible view.”

Jorge obliges, and Brad gets up and holds his napkin so the waiter wouldn’t notice his erection, and sits next to Michelle. He makes sure to sit close to her. After Jorge leaves them he turns to Michelle and blatantly looks at her tits as he is now allowed a better view inside her dress. Then looking at her and says “The view is much better from here. Now where were we, Michelle?” before he nervously takes a big sip of wine with an obviously shaking hand. Then he nervously eats an oyster as he waits for an answer.

Michelle nodded her thanks to the waiter before turning and smiling at Brad. Playing silent, she took a sip of her wine before grabbing an ouster. Thankfully they were already opened for them. Sliding it in her mouth, she chewed slowly and brought her other hand to his own free hand. She grabbed in and slide it even further up on her leg and smiled warmly at him with a small blush. "I believe you were giving me a massage." She whispered playfully before leaning back and giving him a Perfect side view of her aroused nipples. Michele was still in Shick at all these events. Looking down, she nervously bit her lip at the sight of the huge Bulge that was quite noticeable in her sons khaki pants. Shaking her head resolutely, Michelle silently vowed herself that she wouldn't take it too far..... Tonight at least. She wondered of her son was thinking opposite and wanted to go farther.

Brad couldn’t believe it when Michelle grabbed his hand and placed it even higher up her thigh than it was before. To place it she pushed up her skirt a bit giving a signal that he could go higher if he liked. She smiled and blushed slightly at him as she whispered playfully “I believe you were giving me a massage." Brad fought the urge to kiss her as his head was spinning.

He was trying to keep his new found boldness and swagger, but it was relentlessly being battered by the onslaught of blatant sexual overtones he was receiving from his sexy mother. Trying to gather himself he gulps the rest of his wine with one hand as the other slowly starts massaging the inside of her thigh, gradually allowing his hand to inch up ever so slightly.

Looking over at her as she reclined he could see one nipple from the side. She looked so damn calm and collected as she reclined and sipped her wine with the smallest of smirks on her face. Brad knew the look, she knew something he didn’t. But he could see something else in her eyes. It looked like fear, or was it apprehension? Getting his swagger back as the wine started going to his head, he decided to not let the fear or apprehension gain a foothold.

Pouring Michelle some more wine along with himself some, he takes a sip then leans back. He slides his hand up her thigh even more, and is two-thirds the way up and softly starts rubbing the insides of both of her legs. He thought he could feel them part slightly. Then looking at his mother he asks "So can I ask why the change in things, Michelle? Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not! But you seem to have changed a bit. What happened to get us here? Be honest.” Reaching down with his other hand he readjusts his ever growing bulge right in front of her, delighting in having her look at it.

Michele leaned back and let Brad work as she sipped her wine. She squirmed ever so slightly once and a while but maintained her composure as his hand traveled up her thigh. She knew this was wrong. If it was though, then why was she so fucking horny. She did in fact spread her legs slightly as his hand inched up her body. Looking and blushing at him with a slight smile on the corner of her lips. She was playing his perfectly and he was falling right into it. When he poured her another glass she nodded and sipped on it before leaning forward to hear his questions.

She raised her eyebrows in amusement as he went through them. waiting for him to finish she just shook her head and smile wider. "You'll know in time sweetie." She promised him as she laid back against the away once more. Glancing down her eyes widened again at the the sight of the bulge as Brad adjusted his pants. Taking a hand she placed it on his crotch and began to slowly rub it. "Just keep doing what you're doing sweetie. Don't mind me." She told him as she went around in circles

It was all Brad could do not to choke on his wine as Michelle put her hand on his crotch and slowly began to rub his hardon. Losing his cool no matter how hard he tried, Brad whispered “Oh God!”

Then catching himself he instantly regains his cool and says “I like your style, Michelle. Do you like what you feel?” Then following along he slides his hand up his mother’s thigh the rest of the way, feeling his hand brush up against a moist slit. Slowly he rubs her gash. With his hand he slides her skirt up some more to where he can almost see everything.

Taking advantage of the change in his mother’s attitude Brad comes up with a plan. He wants to see how daring the woman that raised him was becoming.

“You don’t mind if I move your skirt out of the way do you? You can drop your napkin in your lap if someone comes by. I think you could use some excitement Michelle. Have you ever exposed yourself in public? Show me what you got.”

Michelle too let out a gasp as her delight in her son's surprise did not last very long. She worried for a brief moment that they had gone too far, but quickly dismissed the thought. "It's too late now Michelle." She convinced herself as she sighed and nodded in response to his question. She let all thoughts go as his warm hand found her slit and pushed aside the skirt. They wouldn't get caught where they were. It was a perfect location for this because it was in the back of the restaurant and Brad was right, if someone did in fact come by, she could drop her napkin in her lap. Before now though, Michelle had never done anything involving a sexual act in public. This was a first for the both of them she realized and then winked at him. "I want you to make me cum." She whispered.