Amelia paced restlessly around the empty house, her nerves stretched taut. It had been two years since her husband passed, leaving her alone in their marital bed. And though she had raised Liam, her son, to be a fine young man, she had never imagined the lust that would consume her upon his return from abroad.

Liam was no longer a gangly teenager - he had returned a man, with chiseled muscles and an air of raw sexuality that left Amelia weak-kneed. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, dreaming about him. Her nights were filled with fantasies of his strong hands caressing her curves, his hard length plunging into her aching depths.

The first week passed in a blur of awkward silences and lingering glances. Amelia caught herself staring at Liam’s biceps as he lifted weights, at the bulge in his jeans as he lounged on the couch. She blushed furiously each time, hurrying away before he noticed her wanton gaze.

But Liam seemed oblivious to his mother’s desire, focused instead on his social life. Girls came and went from his bedroom - pretty young things with toned bodies and eager giggles. Their cries of pleasure drifted through the thin walls, fueling Amelia’s lust.

One night, unable to take the teasing anymore, Amelia crept to Liam’s door and peered inside. The sight that greeted her made her mouth go dry. Liam was naked on his bed, a lithe brunette riding him with wild abandon. His hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he bucked up to meet her thrusts.

Amelia’s pussy clenched, and she bit back a moan as she watched her son plow into the moaning girl. Her free hand slid under her robe to caress the slick folds between her thighs. She rubbed frantically, trying to ease the throbbing ache.

“Fuck, yes!” Liam growled, pounding harder. The girl threw her head back, tits bouncing as she came with a wail. Liam’s face contorted in pleasure as he followed her over the edge, hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her.

Gasping, Amelia stumbled back from the door and raced to her room. She fell onto the bed and wrenched her legs apart, desperate for release. Faster and faster she rubbed, fingers pumping in and out of her dripping hole.

“Liam!” she sobbed as her climax crashed over her, leaving her shaking and spent. She lay there in the darkness, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She was so empty, so hungry for a cock that wasn’t her own fingers.

Over the next days, the sexual tension between mother and son grew thicker, more oppressive. Amelia could hardly bear to be in the same room with Liam without thinking of him naked and sweaty. She found herself making excuses to bend over in front of him, to “accidentally” brush against him as they passed each other.

Liam, for his part, seemed equally on edge. He snapped at Amelia for small things - leaving her towel on the bathroom floor, asking him to take out the trash. His eyes followed her when he thought she wasn’t looking, lingering on the curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts.

One morning, Amelia was in the kitchen making breakfast when Liam came downstairs in just a pair of low-slung sweatpants. Amelia nearly choked on her own spit at the sight of his chiseled abs and defined V lines disappearing into his waistband.

“Um, Mom?” Liam cleared his throat. “Can you pass the coffee?”

Flustered, Amelia fumbled with the pot, sloshing hot liquid onto her hand. She hissed in pain and automatically brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. Liam’s eyes darkened as he watched her tongue lave over her skin.

“Let me see,” he said gruffly, moving closer. Amelia held out her hand, trembling as he took it in his much larger one. Gently, he blew on the reddened flesh before pressing a kiss to it. His lips were warm and soft and sent a jolt straight to Amelia’s core.

She snatched her hand away, flustered. “I’m fine, really. Just clumsy,” she babbled, turning back to the stove. She felt Liam’s eyes boring into her back, could practically feel the heat of his gaze searing her skin.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of sexual frustration. Every time Amelia glanced at Liam, he was watching her with an intensity that made her shiver. Her pussy was damp, nipples hard and aching against her thin blouse.

The days turned into weeks, and Amelia found herself increasingly consumed by thoughts of her son. Every time Liam came home with a new girl, Amelia felt a pang of jealous anger, even as her pussy grew wet imagining what they were doing behind closed doors. She knew it was wrong to lust after her own flesh and blood, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

One evening, Amelia was sitting at the kitchen table, lost in thought, when Liam entered the room. He looked rumpled and disheveled, his hair damp with sweat. The sight of him made Amelia’s mouth go dry and her nipples tighten against her blouse.

“Hey Mom,” Liam said casually, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Amelia replied, trying to keep the need out of her voice. “Just fine.”

Liam cracked open the beer and took a long swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Amelia watched the motion hungrily, imagining licking the condensation from his throat.

“I was thinking,” Liam said slowly, “since I’m not going back to school for a few more weeks, maybe we could do something together. Just you and me.”

Amelia’s heart leaped in her chest. “I’d like that,” she said quickly, before catching herself. “I mean, if you’re sure you don’t want to hang out with your friends.”

Liam shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. Besides, it’s been a while since it was just us.” He smiled at Amelia, and she felt her knees weaken at the pure male beauty of him.

“Okay then,” she managed to say. “What did you have in mind?”

Liam shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe go for a hike or something? It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow.”

Amelia’s mind immediately flashed to images of her and Liam alone in the woods, hidden from prying eyes. “That sounds perfect,” she breathed.

The next morning, Amelia woke early, her body already humming with anticipation. She pulled on a pair of tight yoga pants that hugged her ass and a sports bra that pushed her tits up enticingly. She knew Liam would appreciate the view.

They drove to a nearby state park, parking near a well-worn trailhead. Amelia watched as Liam stretched his long legs and muscular arms before setting off down the path.

The sun-dappled forest was beautiful, the air crisp and cool under the canopy of leaves. Amelia found herself staring at Liam’s ass as he walked ahead of her, admiring the way his jeans hugged the curve of his ass.

At one point, the trail narrowed and Liam stepped aside to let Amelia pass. As she brushed by him, he reached out to steady her with a hand on her hip. The casual touch sent sparks of desire racing through Amelia’s body.

They walked for a while in comfortable silence, until Liam spoke up. “Remember when we used to come hiking all the time?” he asked with a smile.

Amelia nodded. “You were always charging ahead, so eager to explore.”

Liam laughed. “I guess I still am. Though these days, I’m more interested in exploring girls than nature trails.”

Amelia felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of Liam with other women. “I bet,” she said tightly.