FAMILY TABOO: Mom son and dad daughter. My son Earl is a writer. He works for a publisher that owns a newspaper and other publications. He writes for the newspaper mostly but does about four in-depth articles for a magazine each year plus some ad material. He gets lots of perks, one of which are tickets to various events, sports, plays, one time an opera. He does a write-up for the newspaper.
Earl is 20, 6ft0 and trim. I guess that’s a girl word and he’s actually slim but I’d rather think of him as trim. Fuzzy hair because he keeps it dog shaggy and uncombed although it isn’t long. Decky, his sister, likes to run her fingers through his hair when he isn’t looking.
Decky is 18, 5ft8 and trim too. She built our deck on the back of the house, mostly by herself except for the heavy lifting, so we started calling her Decky and it stuck. She likes it. I’m 42 and 5ft7 and trim too.
Earl got four tickets to a play. Milton doesn’t like go to so we only use three and we leave the fourth at the box office. Earl doesn’t like to take a date on a family outing like this, Decky either. We packed and left. The theatre is about a three hour trip, with a stop on the way, so we stay the night. Single room with two double beds. We have our favorite places so we had some fun then dressed, not formal, just comfortable social dress, and went off to the play.
The seats were in a balcony. Earl and I sat in the back set of seats and Decky sat in one of the front seats. Our seats were slightly elevated above hers so we could see over her head and the seats were at a slight angle towards the stage. Earl was on my left.
The lights were on but not all that bright, just enough to find your seat easily. We were sitting and chatting. Earl had on a jacket. He looked nice in a jacket. It didn’t match his slacks so he looked casual but nicely dressed. My dress was short, kind of tight and down to about mid-thigh, higher sitting down. I tried to dress more on the sexy side for the kids. A fun example.
Earl said, “What kind of stockings are those? I like them dark, attractive.”
“They’re actually normal panty-hose,” I said, “but they have this weave with loose threads so they look thicker. I love them on my legs they’re so soft.” Earl reached over and put his hand on my thigh with his fingers curled down inside. With the hem of my dress much higher he probably didn’t realize how far up he was. He ran his fingers up and back for a few moments and lifted his hand off.
My breath caught and my blood pressure went up. His fingers were so close to my crotch I almost pushed out against them. He was looking down at all the people and talking with Decky. He didn’t realize what he did to me. That felt so good I was hoping he would do it again. I just loved being felt up, son or not.
About then an elderly lady came in the balcony and sat down with Decky. They got acquainted and seemed to be chatting wonderfully. We left instructions to give the extra ticket to a deserving person since it was already paid for. Nice choice.
The lights went down except the light from the stage. With the railing in the balcony it was almost dark below our chests. The play started and along about the middle of the second act it got fairly risqué. There were several people in their underwear including one rather striking man with a noticeable running bump in the front of his briefs.
First my son almost feels me up then I get a nice bedroom scene with a hunk performer in underwear. Well, I really enjoy getting turned on so why not. I squeeze my buns and go with it. I open my legs just a little for air along with my mouth. Earl said, “You’re quiet mom.” We usually chatted, almost whispering.
I said, “It’s the hunky man in the briefs. He’s putting on a nice performance. Gets to me a little. Well, actually you started it with your fingers on the inside of my thighs feeling, you know, around down there.”
Since we’ve been coming to these events, about one every three months, we started playing games with each other in the motel or hotel room. It’s just one night every three months so it hasn’t gotten wild. Decky and I would spoon or fiddle feet and I would climb in bed with Earl and do about the same.
Being in bed clothes in bed is sexual. Earl and I seem to do a little more as time goes by but it’s so much fun. He isn’t shy but he waits for me to start something. We’ve gotten to the rubbing genitals against genitals stage. Definitely fun. Decky hasn’t gotten in bed with Earl yet and she and I haven’t gone very far, mostly spooning and hugging.
Earl looked at me and then smiled and then back to the stage. After a few moments his hand was back on my thigh with his fingers where they were before, up high. I really don’t think he knew how high up he was. I felt him moving around and he touched me next to my, by now, swollen clit. He paused and then his fingers started moving around. My legs were open a little and he could easily get his fingers where he wanted them.
I wondered how much he would tease me so I let him go. Besides, it felt so good. He was my son, he wouldn’t feel me up, just tease me. Decky couldn’t see, it was dark and she was below us and the angle was a little off with my legs open, even this much. Then I felt Earl’s finger on the top of my clit, well, on the hood I guess. He stopped moving.
He moved his finger up and down but I think it got to him when he moved it left and right and bumped over my hood. Then he stopped but kept his finger there. He may have been waiting until I jerked it out or some other reaction. I didn’t move and I didn’t push my clit out.
Earl was one of those kinds of persons you see on the street and have to get in bed with and never ask their name. Walking sex. I didn’t stop him so he must have figured I wanted him. To continue I mean. He did. His finger moved lightly on the center of my hood for two or three minutes. That is a very long damn time.
I know he could hear me breathing deeply. His finger dropped right off the end of my clit and worked its way down, playing with my ridges until he got to the bottom. I have absolutely no doubt at all he knew exactly where he was and what he was doing to me. Panty hose are fairly thin around there even with the real cotton panel and these didn’t have one of those and they were form fitting and a little tight so he couldn’t get down inside anything.
I could almost feel his fingerprints. He wiggled his finger a little and I felt him press between the top of my ridges, right above you know where. Now that was a message. I tilted up into his finger a little and messaged him back. I had no idea what was happening on stage but do remember watching the crotch of the actor in briefs. I really wanted to know if Earl was excited and up.
Maybe I should switch places with Decky. I bet she would love having Earl do this to her even if he was her brother. If he can do his mom he can do his sister. He took his hand out and I almost slugged him on his shoulder. Men. I saw him scratch his face. Oh my. I wondered if he was smelling me. He didn’t really get anywhere and my panty hose were almost dry. Couldn’t be that.
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