Forbidden Fruit

"You're home early," Karen said, eyeing her son Laim as he closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, had a free period," Laim mumbled, trying to keep his eyes from wandering over her tight yoga pants.

Karen had always been a beautiful woman, but lately, something about her seemed to have changed. Her hips had become more pronounced, her breasts fuller, and she had this glow that made him feel...different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she was definitely sexier than ever before.

Laim felt his heart rate quicken as he took in his mother's figure, dressed in those clingy yoga pants that left little to the imagination. She was 36, but she looked closer to 25 with her long, chestnut hair cascading down her back and her lithe body that hadn't lost its shape despite giving birth to him. He was 18 now, a man in his own right, and the thoughts that had started to creep into his mind about his mother were definitely not innocent.

"How about some tea?" Karen suggested, her voice a little too sweet and knowing. She sauntered into the kitchen, her hips swaying with an allure that was not lost on Laim. He followed her, unable to resist the urge to watch her as she moved. She poured the tea, her back to him, and Laim couldn't help but stare at the way her pants clung to her curves. When she turned, she caught his gaze and held it for a beat longer than was comfortable, a smoldering look in her eyes that made him swallow hard.

"You've been looking at me a lot lately, Laim," she said, handing him the steaming cup.

He took it, trying to play it cool. "It's just...you look really good, Mom," he replied, hoping he wasn't blushing.

Karen's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, placing her hand on his. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. "Why don't you sit down?" she suggested, gesturing to the couch.

As they sat down, the tension in the room grew thick. Karen leaned in closer, her hand still on his, ...