Pervert for Life

I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and cold calculation.

Everything was unfolding exactly as I had planned.

The living room "accident," the way I had timed my entrance, the careful expression of shock on my face.

It had all been choreography. Mom had no idea she was dancing to my rhythm now.

"Come in," I called back, keeping my tone deliberately confused and a little shaky with surprise.

’Perfect...’ I muttered to myself as the door creaked open.

Evelyn stepped inside wearing nothing but a thin white nightdress that clung to her still-damp skin from the shower.

The fabric was almost translucent in places, outlining the heavy, full curves of her breasts, the dark circles of her nipples pressing insistently against the material.

Her long legs looked endless, and her thighs were thick and soft, still faintly flushed from earlier.

She had tried to compose herself, but after studying countless ladies, I could already see the signs of her lingering nervousness... the way she pressed her thighs together subtly and the faint sheen of sweat along her collarbone that showed signs of her nervousness.

It was all completely visible to me.

’god, she was beautiful.’ Despite the nervousness, she still looked pretty; in fact, it only made her look even more alluring.

The wrongness of it all only made my cock throb harder against my shorts.

She closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her nightdress as if she could somehow make it longer.

Her eyes met mine, and almost instantly her cheeks burned crimson.

"Lucas..." she started and chose her words carefully as she tried to close the distance between the both of us.

"Baby, about what you saw downstairs," her voice trembled a little as she spoke. "Mommy is so sorry. I do not know what came over me. It was stupid... I... i’m not that type of woman."

I stayed seated, looking up at her with wide eyes, playing the part of the shocked but concerned son.

Inside, I was savoring every second. The way her chest rose and fell a little faster than normal.

The subtle shift in her stance as she tried to ignore the heat still simmering between her legs.

Strangely, despite the fact that she should feel remorse for what she’d done, as she stood infront of her son trying to clarify the air between them, she didn’t know a strange wave of horniness was spreading through the lower part of her body.

"I know you are not a little kid anymore," Evelyn clenched her fist and forced the feeling away then continued, stepping closer until she was standing right in front of me.

The scent of her strawberry body wash mixed with something warmer and more intimate filled my nose immediately. "You are eighteen now. But you are still my baby. I never wanted to expose you to... that side of me."

She sat down beside me on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her thigh brushed against mine and I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.

She still thought of her son as innocent, she she’d never expected that My cock twitched visibly in my shorts. If it wasn’t for the fact that my hands were placed visibly over my shorts, my hardening length would have been completely visible.

"Mom," I said softly, turning to face her, "it is okay. Really. I was just... surprised. But you looked... beautiful. I mean it."

The moment I finished speaking, her breath hitched and I watched her pupils dilate.

Her lips parted slightly, and she looked as though she wanted to say something before she forced the words back, changing her tone.

"Lucas, do not," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her fingers lingering against my temple.

The touch was gentle, motherly, but the way her fingertips trembled told a different story. "You should not say things like that about your own mother."

I leaned into her touch just a fraction, letting my hand rest lightly on her knee.

My thumb traced a slow, innocent circle on her smooth skin. "Why not? You are gorgeous, Mom. I have always thought so."

Evelyn’s thighs pressed together tighter. I could see the conflict raging behind her eyes.

The deep, ingrained taboo warring with the lonely hunger she had kept buried for years was starting to surface

Or perhaps it was the system’s ’uncontrollable desire’ playing its part in toying with her thoughts and emotions.

She was still trying to see her son as her little boy, but her body was noticing the man he had become.

Her eyes scanned his broad shoulders, and masculine facial expression. Seeing him swallow which caused his adamapple to bob up and down caused her cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of pink.

The air between mother and son grew thick, and charged with a forbidden thrill.

I kept my voice low and soothing as i spoke. "You do not have to be embarrassed. Everyone gets lonely. Everyone has needs. I just... I hate seeing you like this, Mom.."

Her hand dropped from my forehead to my shoulder, gripping lightly.

The nightdress had ridden higher on her thighs, revealing more of that soft, creamy skin I had fantasized about for so long.

I let my gaze drift there openly now, drinking her in.

She noticed, and instead of covering up, her breathing quickened.

My thumb continued its slow strokes higher up her thigh, still pretending to be comforting.

Her eyes locked onto mine, glazed with a little bit of lust.

For a moment, she tilted her head Closer towards me, her eyes locked on my lips.

We were now inches apart.

As evelyn stared into her son’s eyes she swallowed. Even though he wasn’t related to her by blood she’d raised him since he was a baby and considered him her blood.

Despite that... why was she... why was she still having such thoughts towards her son?

Evelyn didn’t know when she leaned even further.

The air crackled faintly.

Before i could do anything, her lips crashed onto her mine.

Both our eyes widened.

I was startled that she’d made such a bold move.

Was this the result of her actions or the uncontrollable desire?

Despite being confused, i didn’t pull away from the kiss.

Since she’d initiated the action who was i to reject her?

Evelyn on the other hand found her self frozen.

She’d done it! She’d really kissed him.

Her mind came to a still and only when she felt her son pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth did she regain herself.

Then, with a sharp gasp, reality crashed back into her.

Evelyn jerked away and her eyes widened in pure shock and self-disgust. She scrambled off the bed, her nightdress flying up for a heart-stopping second to reveal the glistening wetness coating her inner thighs before she yanked it down.

"No. No, no, no!" she choked out, backing toward the door. Her hand flew to her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes. "What am I doing? You are my son! My baby! Oh God, Lucas, I am so sorry. I do not know what is wrong with me tonight."

She looked devastated as she rushed out the door.

"Mom, wait." I said, reaching out, my voice perfectly pitched between concern and lingering desire.

But she was already at the door, fumbling with the handle. "I need to go. I cannot... we cannot. This never happened. Please, baby, just forget about it. I love you. I love you so much, but this is wrong. So wrong."

She fled the room, leaving the door ajar. I heard her hurried footsteps down the hall, then the click of her own bedroom door shutting.

I leaned back on my bed, breathing hard, as a slow, satisfied smile spreading across my face.

My previous innocent expression gradually disapeared as an amused smile appeared at the corner of my lips.

’Well... that was certainly entertaining....’