Randy Lincoln - Even Grandmas get it!

Helen never consciously intended to fuck her son, Jason. She didn't set out deliberately to seduce him. As she told herself later, it just happened. The drinks they had after dinner released their inhibitions and nature simply took its horny course.

It was a warm Sunday evening and they were sitting together in the living room. Jason was leafing through a magazine and Helen was idly watching him, marveling at how handsome he looked in the glow of the lamplight.

Breaking the silence, she said, "Oh, Jason. I bought a sexy new outfit today."

"You did?" He looked up from the magazine.

"Yes for a party next month. Would you like me to model it for you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"All right, I will. I'd like to get your reaction." She finished her drink and stood up. "Okay. Just give me five minutes and then come up to my room. Oh, and fix us another round of drinks."

Burning with anticipation, Helen hurried upstairs to her bedroom and began getting undressed. She had caught the glint in Jason's eye and knew that he shared her sense of excitement.

Helen enjoyed playing a sort of game with her son, a time of erotic teasing. She liked to spice up breakfast, for instance, by leaning across the table to give him a glimpse down the front of her nightgown. Or she would wiggle her shapely ass at hip when she wore tight jeans or shorts. It was something she did almost unconsciously, and of them behaved as if neither was aware of what was really going on.

A knock sounded at her door, which she had left ajar. She finished tying her belt and said, "Come on in."

The door swung open and Jason stepped into the room, a fresh mixed drink in each had. He stopped short when he saw his mother.

"Well now," he said with a leer.

Helen was dressed in a floor-length dressing gown of black chiffon. It was belted tightly at the waist to accentuate the proud thrust of her tits. The plunging neckline, with accents of black frills, revealed the valley of deep cleavage between her bulging white tits. The overall effect was stunning – and Helen knew it.

"Well? What do you think?" She spun around for him.

"Fantastic," Jason said. He held out her drink. "You look fantastic, Mom."

"Do you like the outfit?"

"Yeah, I really do."

Helen downed about half of her drink and set the glass on her vanity table. "Well, you better sit down, kiddo. You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Somewhat mystified, Jason sank down into a chair, his eyes never leaving his mother.

Helen slowly untied her belt and opened the front of the gown. She slipped it back off her shoulders, caught it as it fell behind her, and draped it across the foot of her bed. Then she placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one side.

"There now," she said. "How's this?"

"Wow!" Jason gasped.

His mother was wearing a fancy, waisted black corset. Her arms and shoulders were bare, but her body was encased in shiny satin from the high white mounds of her tits down to the flaring curves of her hips. Black mesh stockings and high-heeled pumps completed the striking outfit.

Hands still on her hips, Helen pivoted from side to side, showing off her voluptuous figure, striking poses like a model. Then she turned her back on her son to give him the full rear view. She knew how sexy she looked from behind. The cheeks of her ass bulged provocatively from beneath the lacy corset.

"What do you think?" she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Pretty racy, eh?"

"Incredible," Jason said, obviously unnerved. He suddenly looked down at the drink in his hand and blinked as if he had forgotten it was there. He took a big gulp.

"Not too racy, I hope." She turned around to face him.

"Not at all!" He took another big gulp of his drunk, finishing it, and set the empty glass on the poor beside him. "No, I'm a firm believer in the freedom of sexual expression."

"Yes, so I've heard," she said wryly.

Helen was aware that her son enjoyed quite a reputation as a high school stud. Jason had supposedly fucked half the girls in his graduating class.

"So you like the outfit, then?"

"I love the outfit, Mom!"

"Well, good. It can also be worn without the corset. Would you like to see?"

"God, yes!" Jason exclaimed. His speech was somewhat slurred now. "This is getting better and better! Take it off, Mom! Take it off!"

"All right, all right," Helen said, laughing. She put her hand behind her back. "You'll have to help me with this zipper. It's too hard for me to reach it."

Somewhat unsteadily, Jason stood up from the chair and came forward. Though normally tall and straight, he moved toward his mother in a sort of stoop, bent over like a cripple. Helen wondered what was wrong until she saw what the problem was – the poor boy was trying to conceal an enormous bulge in the crotch of his pants. Jason had a hard-on.

Helen quickly turned her back and faced her vanity mirror. The fact that she had given her own son an erection filled her with a sense of desperate longing.

She could see his reflection in the mirror as he came and stood close behind her. His face was flushed, and she wondered what was going through his mind. His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the corset hook and then pulled down the zipper.

Helen took a step forward, and the corset peeled away. She pulled it completely off and tossed it onto the bed on top of the dressing gown.

Her big, billowing tits were still constrained by a lacy black bra, but they hung down more naturally now. Her smooth, muscular abdomen and belly were bare. A frilly black garter belt held her stockings in place, and a tiny triangle of lacy black panties hugged her cunt. "There now," she said. She struck another sexy pose, bending forward from the waist. "What do you think?"

Jason could hardly contain himself.

"God, you've got a beautiful body!" he cried.

Helen chuckled lightly. "Not bad for an old broad, huh?"

"Oh, come off it, Mom," Jason said. "You know you're fucking gorgeous."

"Who, me? Compare to all those sweet young things you've been chasing all over high school?"

"Hell, yes!" he gasped, though his face flushed red. "They're just little girls. But you're a woman."

"You noticed that, huh?"

"Mom," he said, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

Helen paused and took a breath. "Am I really, dear?"

"Oh, God," Jason said. "Mom – you're like a Goddess to me. You're the sexiest woman in the world!"

"Jason, my darling!"

Her heart seemed to swell within her chest. She felt an almost irresistible urge to take him in her arms, kiss him passionately, pull his face down between her tits and thrust her yearning cunt against his big hard cock.

Jason nervously cleared his throat.

"Well, I guess I better get going," he said. His voice was choked, his breathing labored. "It's getting kind of late."

He turned as if to leave, still hunched over with the discomfort of his hard-on.

"No, wait," his mother said.

And suddenly Helen was no longer deceiving herself. This was no harmless flirtation. She really wanted him. She wanted him naked in her arms, thrusting his big hard cock again and again into her lot, seething cunt. She wanted him. And Helen wasn't the sort of woman to deny herself anything she wanted.

"Honey, wait a second. Will you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Mom. What is it?"

"Unhook this bra for me, will you?" She turned her back again. "I have trouble with the clasp."

Jason blinked at her, took a faltering step forward, and extended his arms. His trembling hands were cool against her skin as he easily unfastened the clasp.

The bra popped loose, and Helen felt her heavy tits flop forward. She drew her shoulders together and nonchalantly shrugged off the bra. It dropped down onto her vanity table.