Stella’s fingers trembled as she tied the lacy garter belt around her thigh, the black silk feeling cool against her heated skin. She took a deep breath, the corset constricting her lungs, and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
The long velvet gown hugged her curves, the emerald green contrasting beautifully with her porcelain complexion and raven tresses. Stella felt a thrill of excitement mixed with guilt as she imagined her son Liam seeing her in this revealing attire at the masquerade ball tonight.
At 42, Stella was still a stunning beauty, her figure as alluring as a woman half her age. But her marriage had been passionless for years, leaving her ravenous for affection and intimacy. Her husband was always so busy with his law practice, barely touching her or paying any attention. And her darling Liam was her only consolation, the light of her life.
Stella had always been extremely close with Liam, now 19 and preparing for college. She had Breastfed him as an infant, clothed his body as a young boy, bathed him as a child. But something shifted when he entered puberty. She began staring too long at his chiseled features, his broadening shoulders, the bulge in his pants. As he slept, she would sneak into his room, gently removing his pajama bottoms, marveling at his manhood before touching herself in the darkness.
Those taboo urges consumed her, tempting her to seduce him as she dressed him for dates, her slender fingers grazing his firm abs. She imagined his lips on hers, his strong hands roaming her body. Stella knew it was so very wrong but her need overwhelmed reason.
Tonight, at the masquerade ball, she would finally act on her illicit desires. The anonymity of the masks emboldened her. Liam would be there and she planned to wear the sexiest, most provocative outfit to lure him into her web of lust. The corset pushed her ample breasts up and together, the layers of her skirt barely covering her thong-clad bottom. She looked like a harlot from another era, a seductress intent on claiming her prey.
By the time Liam arrived at Stella’s estate, dressed dapperly in a tuxedo and silver mask, she had worked herself into a frenzy of desire from imagining their impending encounter. She tossed back a glass of red wine for courage and waited for him by the entryway, her legs crossed, showcasing her lace stockings.
Liam was stunned as he took in the vision of his mother. He had always thought her beautiful but this was something else entirely – alluring, sensual, the exact fantasy of the woman he’d been dreaming of. His trousers tightened as he drank in the sight of her creamy cleavage, the way her skirt flared out, the top of her stocking tops and garter visible.
“Mother…” he said hoarsely, unconsciously adjusting himself. “You look…incredible.”
Stella felt a thrill at the hunger in his tone, the bulge in his pants. She reached out a manicured hand to stroke his chiseled jaw, her fingertips grazing his lips.
“Thank you, darling,” she purred. “I wore this just for you.”
She pressed herself against him, her generous breasts flattening against his chest as she looped her arms around his neck. Liam inhaled sharply at the feeling of her soft curves, his hardness nestling perfectly against her navel.
Stella ground herself against him, whimpering as her sensitive nipples rubbed his hard muscles through the thin fabric of her dress. She nipped at his full bottom lip, urging him to open his mouth. Liam groaned and crashed his lips against hers in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her sweet mouth greedily.
They kissed drunkenly, passionately, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Stella molded her palm against Liam’s straining erection, stroking him through his pants. He bucked into her touch with a strangled moan, his hips undulating against her.
“Take me, baby,” Stella gasped as she yanked his zipper down. “I’m yours, all yours.”
Liam pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust behind his mask. “Mother, we can’t… It’s not right.”
“Shhh,” Stella silenced him, sinking to her knees and freeing his manhood from his boxers. “Just let me make you feel good.”
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue laving the head. Liam threw his head back with a guttural groan, his fingers threading through her silky hair. Stella bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her throat muscles massaging him.
“Oh God, Mother,” Liam choked out, his hips pumping. “You’re so good at this. I wish I could fuck your pussy.”
“Is that what you want, darling?” she whispered, her voice husky with lust as she continued her ministrations. “Do you want to defile your own mother?”
“Yes I want to pound your pussy so hard,” he said as he blushed.
Liam’s confession hung in the air, thick and heavy with unspoken desires. Stella paused, her eyes locking with his behind the anonymity of their masks. A battle raged within her – the primal urge to succumb to her forbidden desires versus the ingrained voice of reason and morality. But the heat in Liam’s gaze, the raw need etched on his face, tipped the scales.
“Tonight,” she breathed, her voice a seductive whisper, “we shed our roles. We are simply two souls drawn together by an undeniable hunger.”
She stood, her movements fluid and graceful despite the corset restricting her. Taking Liam’s hand, she led him through the grand ballroom, the masked figures swirling around them like phantoms in a dream. They slipped through a side door, unnoticed in the revelry, and entered a dimly lit study, the air heavy with the scent of aged leather and forbidden secrets.
Stella turned to Liam, her fingers reaching up to untie the silver mask that concealed his face. “Let me see the man who desires me, not the son I raised.”
As the mask fell away, Liam’s features were flushed, his eyes dilated with a mixture of guilt and anticipation. Stella cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs tracing the sharp angles of his jaw.
“Tell me again,” she murmured, “what you want to do to me.”
Liam swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to her heaving breasts. “I want to feel you, Mother. All of you. I want to taste you, inside and out.”
Stella shivered, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. She reached behind her, fumbling with the zipper of her gown. With a sigh of relief, the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in only the lacy garter belt, stockings, and a delicate thong.
Liam’s breath hitched. His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts straining against the confines of the corset. He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the silk of her stockings.
“You are exquisite,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Stella arched her back, offering herself to his gaze. “Touch me, Liam. Show me what you crave.”
He needed no further encouragement. His hands moved over her body with a newfound confidence, exploring every curve and contour. He traced the lace of her garter belt, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of her inner thigh. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened into aching peaks.
Stella moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to his touch. She felt a surge of power, knowing that she held him captive in her web of desire.
Liam knelt before her, his eyes fixated on the triangle of lace that barely concealed her most intimate parts. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate edges of the thong.
“May I?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Stella nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With trembling hands, Liam removed the thong, revealing her. Her lips were swollen and moist, glistening in the dim light. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
“Oh, God, Liam,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re driving me wild.”
He continued to lavish attention on her, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. Stella felt herself spiraling towards the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.
Finally, she could take no more. “Liam,” she begged, “please… I need you inside me.”
He stood, his eyes burning with desire. He reached for his belt, his fingers fumbling in his haste. Stella watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as he freed himself from his trousers. His erection was thick and hard, pulsing with need.
He stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips, and guided himself towards her entrance. Stella gasped as he pressed against her, the sensation both exquisite and overwhelming.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Stella nodded, her eyes locking with his. “Yes, Liam. Take me.”
With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Stella cried out, her body arching against his as she reveled in the sensation of being filled by him. He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“Oh, Liam,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back. “It’s so good. So, so good.”
He quickened his pace, his movements becoming more frantic as he drove her higher and higher. Stella wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him.
Finally, she reached the precipice, her body convulsing with pleasure as she climaxed. Liam followed close behind, his own release a torrent of raw emotion. They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.
As the aftershocks subsided, Stella opened her eyes and looked at Liam. His face was flushed, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and apprehension.
“What have we done?” he whispered, his voice filled with remorse.
Stella reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. “We gave in to our desires,” she said softly. “Whether that was right or wrong, only time will tell.”