Chapter 1
As Sally Peterson stood before her full length bedroom mirror, she admired her trim, magnificent form.
Sally wore her bright red bikini, and as she examined every crevice and line in her form, she couldn't help but be impressed by the way that she had preserved herself.
She was thirty-nine years of age, and had a fifteen-year-old son, but one would never know it from looking at her. Her brown hair was kept in a dazzling condition through periodic trips to the beauty parlor and her body managed to maintain the firmness that it possessed when she was a young girl, as a result of careful exercise and moderate diet.
Sally observed her firm breasts, watching the manner in which they jutted out of her bikini top. She was proud of her breasts, and did exercises every morning in an attempt to preserve them in their bountiful condition.
As for her legs, she preserved them precisely, and it had been well worth the effort. The primness of the long lines and the sleekness observable by the manner in which her creamy white legs tapered from her thighs to her ankles caused Sally to feel justifiably proud.
Her bikini that she wore was her most enticing, and a few stray brown pubic hairs were observable in its bottom.
Despite feeling proud of her body, however, Sally Peterson couldn't help but feel sexually frustrated.
It had all started when her husband, Jerry, who for years had worked in relative obscurity as a college professor, suddenly became famous by writing a novel.
He had been working on the book for some years, and Sally had finally concluded that she would be lucky if he ever finished it, much less get it published.
Then one day he made a submission and received an acceptance promptly thereafter. An advertising campaign was launched, and Jerry's book was an almost instant success.
As a part of the sales campaign, the publishers of the book had Jerry take a nationwide tour plugging the book. He took a leave of absence at the university where he taught, and proceeded to make appearances at television stations and bookstores throughout the country.
In the last month, Sally was restricted to communicating with her now famous husband through the mail and telephone.
She walked out of the bedroom, heading downstairs. She intended to spend some time at the backyard pool, where she would encounter her son Scott, who was taking a swim.
The hotter that Sally became for sex, and the more frustrated she felt over being deprived of it, the more angry she grew about some of the feelings that were surfacing in her.
Her anger stemmed from frustration, and recently as she took long looks at her son Scott, she couldn't help but feel some form of titillation.
As she walked into the backyard and observed Scott swimming in the pool, those same feelings of excitement rippled through her body.
She tried to tell herself she was crazy, that she didn't know what she was doing. But she had a good deal of difficulty believing that. She was just too excited over all that was happening to her.
With Jerry gone, she couldn't help but feel an attraction toward her own son, who reminded her so much of his father when he was very young.
Scott climbed out of the pool after taking a few brisk laps. He grabbed a white towel and briskly ran it over his hair, then the rest of his body.
"I'd like an afternoon swim, I guess," Sally called out.
"Hello, Mom. Getting a little exercise."
"That's very good. You've got a nice trim body. You keep exercising, and it will stay that way."
"Speaking of great bodies, you sure look fantastic," Scott looked over at his mother and beamed proudly. "You know, the last time we had an open house at school, the guys that didn't know you thought that you were my girlfriend."
"That's stretching it a little too far," Sally laughed, stretching out on a chaise lounge.
"Well, at least my sister."
"A much older sister," Sally chuckled.
"No, not much older at all," Scott said.
Even though Sally was playing down the compliment, the swelling anxieties were rising dramatically within her as he spoke.
She was happy that he was conscious of her physical attributes, and she couldn't help but wonder just how attracted to her he really might be. That is, down beneath the surface.
As she stretched out on the chaise lounge, she let her long, smooth legs dangle at an angle. She couldn't help but look appealing and it was anything but strange that her own son was looking at her with mounting interest.
Her eyes remained partially closed, open just enough to observe Scott's reaction out of the corners of her eyes.
It made Sally feel thrilled to know that her son was watching her with such interest. She recognized that he probably wasn't even aware of the emotion that was surfacing within his young, aggressive body. From there on it would be up to her, provided that she chose to take the kind of risk that getting involved with her own son would hinge upon.
Sally lay on the lounge for several minutes then eased her body upward slowly. She began to strut around the pool, letting her buttocks wiggle ever so suggestively, just enough to give Scott a good impression of what was going on.
He watched her every move and the manner in which she angled her ass-cheeks caused Scott to feel a steadily deepening hunger.
He looked down once more at her smooth, sleek legs, and he yearned to reach out and touch their silky surface.
She turned and walked back toward him, thrusting her body forward in such a way that her lovely, perfectly formed breasts were shown off to brilliant advantage.
The longer Scott watched his mother, the greater the realization came to him as to how profound his feelings truly were.
The import of the moment did not significantly reach him until his penis began to harden beneath his trunks.
Even though Sally was making a point to keep her eyes looking straight ahead, she still continued to observe her son's reaction out of the corners of her eyes.
She spotted the telltale sign, that of his developing erection, as she watched.
"I feel like stretching out a little," she smiled.
"Why don't you jump in the pool?"
"No, I don't feel like getting wet now. I think I'll just stretch out again on the lounge."
Sally walked ever so slowly back to the lounge, letting her lovely body sway as she moved toward it.
She stretched out on the lounge, then looked at Scott and smiled. She licked her ruby red lips, then showed her even white teeth.
Scott's penis hardened some more as he took a longer look at his beautiful mother.
"You sure do look good," he said softly.
"You know, honey," she said, "I have been concerned about some of those girls you have been dating."
"I know you have. Why?"
"I don't think they're good enough for you," Sally said with deep sincerity, looking into her son's eyes.
"Who knows, maybe you're right. I'm a young guy, Mom, and I need to get my experiences somewhere."
"Just see to it that they aren't the wrong kind of experiences."
"I'll try," he smiled sheepishly.
Sally decided at that point to try a bold move. She leaned over and let the fingers of her right hand stroke her son's hair ever so gently. It could have been nothing more than motherly affection, but it was obvious from the manner in which she was stroking, along with the intent look in her eyes, that it represented more than the normal mother-son affection.
Scott appeared mesmerized by what his mother was doing to him. The moment that her fingers came into contact with his hair, his whole body stiffened and his prick hardened to full length.
"You look so damned good," he said in a little more than a whisper.
"Would you like me to kiss you?"
"Oh yes," Scott sighed.
Sally moved her head forward quickly, puckering up, then permitting her sexy red lips to crash against his.
The lips met with blissful enthusiasm, and supercharged bolts of electricity shot throughout his entire body.
The moment that Scott's body began to tremble, Sally immediately recognized the extent to which she had pushed him.
She continued to let her lips remain locked against his, allowing the tempo to accelerate all the more rapidly.
She finally released her lips from his, and as she did so, she reached out with both hands and ran her fingertips smoothly over Scott's skin.
"Did you like the kiss?" she asked softly.
"Yes, but this time I want to do it inside your mouth."
Scott suddenly seized the initiative, slipping his tongue quickly inside his mother's mouth.
While their tongues meshed in dramatic excitement, Scott allowed his right hand to maneuver its way inside her bikini top.
His fingers circulated briskly over his mother's breasts and at that dramatic point in time Scott began to truly understand just how far he had come in such a short period of time.
It had started in the form of a harmless admiration but the fires of sexual passion were steadily building.
The heat accelerated throughout Scott's loins, and his body trembled as he leaned forward and put everything he had into his tongue efforts.
The faster that Scott circulated his fingers over her hot breasts, the quicker that his tongue slid and rotated inside her mouth.
By the time that Scott finally released his tongue from Sally's mouth, his mother was totally overcome with excitement.
She reached out instinctively with her right hand, letting it slip beneath his trunks. She touched the tip of his huge, bulging rod, then permitted her fingers to work their way dramatically up along its base.
"It feels so good to touch you," she exclaimed.
"Oh, Mom, your fingers feel so great," he sighed, his body twisting back and forth as she worked her fingers up and down the length of his entire rod.
She kept up the steady finger activity and all the while her son Scott was burning up with anxiety.
"I want to see you naked," Scott said. "I want you to take your clothes off."
Suddenly she released her fingers from his long cock.
"Let's go to the house, baby, let's go into the bedroom," she beckoned, looking at him with great intensity.
"Oh yes, I need you right now," Scott said urgently.
They got up slowly from the lounging chairs, strolling hand in hand back into the house.
Several times Sally looked down at Scott's huge bulge. As she appraised it, she felt obliged to work her fingers inside the trunks and tug on his cock.
"I can't keep my hands off this," she laughed.
Suddenly the acute frustrations that she had felt ever since her husband Jerry had gone off on his nationwide tour plugging his book became a thing of the past.
She could conjure up only one thought-that of pleasing Scott to the ultimate of her ability.