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What A Boy
by Scorpio00155


After twenty-three years of marriage it was a bit of a shock to
suddenly find myself on my own, I was a widow at forty, my husband had
only been forty-five when he had just keeled over and died, heart
attack they had said. Whatever the reason I was alone for the first
time in twenty-three years, even my twenty year old son had to leave
right after the funeral as he was studying for his finals at University
a few months on, though he did make a point of ringing me every night
it was no substitute for having someone there with me.

Those first few weeks were the worst, I let myself go to pot a little
and it was the sight of myself one morning in the bathroom mirror that
finally snapped me back to my senses, I was a mess and right then I
determined to get back on my feet again. I started to go out again,
visited the gym and so on, yet the sparkle had gone from life, before
my husband's untimely death I had been described as 'vivacious'
and 'sexy', usually by my husband, but I'd heard other men say it too.
For a forty year old I had managed to retain most of my youthful
figure, all right I was a little softer and my tits drooped ever so
slightly, but I could still give younger girls a run for their money if
I was so inclined, the problem was that I was no longer inclined. While
my husband had been alive sex had been almost a daily event, he had
been a randy sod and had even resorted to buggery once a month during
my periods, but now I just couldn't seem to get interested let alone
excited about sex, but I did let a few men date me about three months
after I became a widow, I even let a couple of them take me to bed
though I got little pleasure from it.

Then, when I least expected it, my life was turned around again, Luke,
my son, had sat his finals and came home to await the results, as most
of his friends were some distance away he spent a lot of time just
sitting around at home, I was glad of his company though. He'd been
home for about a week when Luke announced that he was going to take me
out for a meal or something.

"You don't have to do that." I smiled, pleased at his offer.

"Course I do," Luke laughed "you don't think I'm going to have the
prettiest mum in the world and not show her off every now and then."

"Oh Luke," I laughed "you'll make me blush."

"Not you mummy dear," he grinned "the last time you blushed was when
dad whipped your knickers off at that party. Oh sorry mum, I wasn't
thinking."

"It's all right Luke," I smiled "it's the things like that that I
remember fondly about your father, I'm over the worst of it now so
don't go pussy footing around it."

"Okay mum." he replied giving me a hug.

As he released me I felt myself going all warm and tingly all over, but
in particular in my pussy, I was shocked at myself, but at the same
time I was enjoying the feeling, it was the first time I'd felt this
way in over three months.

"So," Luke was saying "you go and put on your sexiest dress and your
most alluring war-paint and I'll take you out. Oh and don't forget the
naughty skimpies underneath."

Laughing I headed for my room, there was quite a selection of clothing
in my wardrobe which included a whole array of lingerie, my husband had
loved to see me in sexy outfits, in a sudden fit of madness I chose my
favourite basque, it had quarter cups and lifted up my boobs to show
off my nipples to a treat. A pair of my sheerest seamed black stockings
completed the undergarments and I turned my attention to the dresses,
the one I chose had a plunging neckline and though it came down to
below my knees it had a split in the side seam that came right up to
the top of my leg, a little make-up and a brush of my hair and I was
done. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt so sexy, even if it was
only my son I was going out with I was suddenly feeling good about
myself and not a little horny, I had the feeling that when I got home
I'd have to masturbate for a good while. When I went back downstairs
Luke was just putting on his coat, he looked at me as I joined him and
gave a wolf whistle.

"You look good enough to eat." he grinned "Boy will you turn some heads
tonight."

"I'll do then." I laughed giving a little twirl.

"I'll say." he grinned and winked.

The restaurant my son took me to was a lovely little French place, it
wasn't large, but the atmosphere was intimate and the food was not that
bad, though a little pricey for what you got. Over the meal my son and
I laughed and chatted about everything and nothing, I must admit to
having a little too much wine and I was feeling more than a bit merry
when we ordered our after dinner brandy.

"Shall I tell you something?" I said quietly leaning over the table.

Luke's eyes had gone wide and were staring down my cleavage, but I
didn't really notice this as I waited for him to respond, suddenly he
grinned and leant forward towards me.

"What do you want to tell me?" he almost whispered.

"I'm not wearing any panties." I giggled at him.

Luke sat back in his chair and laughed then leant forward again.

"Your not wearing a bra either." he grinned.

I looked down in surprise at my gaping top then looked at him and
grinned.

"I'm wearing a basque," I said poking my tongue out at him "so there.
Did you get a good look then?"

"You bet I did." he laughed quietly "And if you give the waiter a quick
peek we can get away from here without leaving a tip."

"Luke!" I laughed in mock shock and sitting back in my chair "That's
exactly what your father said the last time I wore this dress."

"I can't be wrong then." Luke laughed as the waiter came back to the
table with our drinks.

To be honest I was really enjoying the bawdy banter, in more ways than
one and when I saw my son looking at me speculatively over his brandy
glass I smiled seductively at him.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just wondering if you really weren't wearing any knickers." he
grinned lowering his glass.

"I'm not and I can prove it if you like." I responded challengingly.

"I'd like." he replied to my challenge.

I slid my chair around the table until I was right beside him, the slit
of my dress right next to his leg, after a quick look around I took
hold of his hand and shoved it into the slit and placed it on my bare
pussy.

"There!" I laughed.

His hand lingered on my pussy for a while and I felt it rub against me
a little sending a shiver of excitement through me, I was surprised at
myself for acting the way I was, but I was also enjoying it one hell of
a lot. Almost reluctantly Luke moved his hand away from me, he was
smiling as he raised his hand to his nose and sniffed at his fingers.

"You smell nice," he grinned "I bet you taste nice too."

"Cheeky bugger." I laughed "Just watch it sonny Jim."

"I have been and I enjoyed the view." my son laughed back.

There was nothing I could say to that so I laughed while wondering just
what the hell had got into me, this was my son I was flirting with yet
I was enjoying his attentions as if he had been my late husband. Luke
called for the bill as I continued to puzzle over the strange mood that
had come over me, there was no sane, logical explanation for it, but it
was harmless and we were both enjoying ourselves so why was I worrying?
Besides, Luke was a handsome young man and I felt flattered that he of
all people thought that I was still attractive despite my age, he was
probably biased, but I valued his opinion more than anyone else's now I
was a widow, I looked at him and saw that he was watching me with what
I would have sworn was a hungry look in his eyes, the sort of look his
father always had when he was about to fuck me, but I put it down to my
own foolishness.

"Come on then mother dear," Luke smiled as he put his wallet
away "let's take a walk to settle our meal."

He offered me his arm and I took it as we walked out of the restaurant,
Luke seemed to have an idea of where he was heading so I just leant
against him and let him guide our steps, neither of us spoke, we just
enjoyed the clear night air in an intimate silence. After a while I
began to feel excited, it was the feel of the night air on my bare
pussy and nipples that was the cause of it, I'd forgotten how randy I
got walking along with no underwear on, my husband, God bless him, had
always said I was an exhibitionist at heart, maybe he had been right,
the thrills I was feeling certainly were growing with each step we
took. Then we came to a dark lane, I could see cars parked in little
lay-bys and suddenly realised that we were at the local Lover's Lane,
my husband had always enjoyed bringing me here and now I was here with
my son, a sudden surge of sensations ran through me making me shudder
and I had to suppress a gasp as it dawned on me that I was having a
minor climax.

"Are you all right mum?" Luke asked stopping us in the middle of the
lane.

"Fine," I said a little breathlessly "just fine."

Just a few feet away there was a bench and I found myself being steered
towards it by my son, he sat me down then sat close beside me, I could
feel his leg pressing against mine and felt another wave of bliss
building up inside me. Luke put an arm around my shoulder and drew me
to him, I felt strangely comforted as I leant against his chest with
his arm across my shoulders, comforted and excited. A shudder ran
through me as I climaxed again, I couldn't believe what was happening,
but the pleasure I was feeling was too strong to ignore.

"Cold?" Luke asked as I trembled against him.

"No," I sighed trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice "definitely not cold."

My son twisted around and I felt his hand tilt my face up so that he
could see it, he looked deep into my eyes then grinned knowingly, I
knew he had guessed the reason for my shakes and instead of shame I
felt only excitement.

"Want to go home?" he asked.

"Please." I breathed.

As soon as we got home I intended going up to my room and giving myself
a real orgasm, though I wondered if even that would ease the desire I
felt burning inside me, then I realised that Luke wasn't making a move
to depart. I looked at him and saw he was looking around us, puzzled I
followed his gaze, but I could see nothing or no-one, I almost jumped
off the seat when I felt a warm hand slide onto my leg through the slit
in my dress then move up to my pussy.

"Luke!" I gasped in excited surprise.

He just smiled as his hand began to trace my pussy, his fingers running
over me lightly then pausing to gently rub at my clit, I know I should
have pushed his hand away or jumped to my feet, anything but not just
sit there and enjoy what he was doing to me. Excitement raged in me
drowning the shock I felt at my son's actions and my own submission to
them, his fingers were moving faster on my clit and I couldn't hold
back a gasp as he made me climax, but that wasn't the end of it, as I
leant against him shivering with delight my son slid his fingers down
to my wet hole and gently pushed two of them into me.

"God Luke!" I gasped as my orgasm grew stronger "Oh God, I shouldn't be
letting you do this to me!"

His response was to move his fingers a little fast in my pussy and to
tilt my head up with his other hand, I looked at his face as it came
closer to mine and groaned as I felt his warm lips press down on mine
gently. With a jerk I hit a new peak, red hot ecstasy ran through me as
I shuddered against my son, his fingers buried deep inside me as I
pushed down on them, his lips suddenly hungry on mine as I groaned out
my bliss into his mouth. Then, as my peak faded, Luke moved his hand
from my pussy and parted our lips with a sigh, I felt warm and shaky
inside as he stood up then drew me to my feet.

"Let's go home." he said quietly, suggestively.

Walking at his side, leaning on his arm with tremors still running
through me I felt shocked at myself for allowing Luke to finger me as
he had, for some reason I felt helpless, it was ridiculous, but I just
couldn't seem to resist him or the joy he was making me feel. I was so
lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise we'd reached home until we
were inside the house and Luke was closing the door, feeling unsteady I
headed to the living room and poured myself a large Martini, my son was
at my side a moment later as I downed the drink in one go.

"Oh Luke," I sighed pouring myself another drink "I shouldn't have let
you do those things to me."

Grinning Luke poured himself a large brandy then took hold of my free
wrist, I tossed back my drink as he guided my hand down to the front of
his trousers, he pressed my hand to his trousers and I felt the hard
shape of his cock, hard and erect in the confines of his clothes.
Gasping I looked at my son's face, he was smiling at me as he held my
hand to his groin, the look in his eyes was desire and I felt both
stunned and flattered that I was the object of that desire and when he
let go of my wrist I just couldn't help myself any more, I gently
rubbed at the shape of his cock through his clothes. Without a word
Luke put down his glass and took me in his arms, his lips coming down
on mine in a burningly passionate kiss that sent tingles of delight
spreading through me, I felt his hands tugging at my back then my dress
felt suddenly loose and I gasped into his mouth at the knowledge that
he had opened the zip of my dress. Parting our lips my son pushed the
dress from my shoulders and slid it down my body, it fell in a crumpled
heap around my ankles as he took a step back and gazed at me in the
bright light of the living room, I felt my nipples tingle as his eyes
passed over them and my pussy ached as his eyes went lower.

"God you are a beautiful woman Irene." Luke breathed in excitement.

"Luke!" I gasped out as his hands started to undo his own clothing.

I felt mesmerised, trapped, unable to protest or move as I watched my
son undress in front of me, his eyes constantly roaming over my body
and when he pushed off his underpants to reveal the raging erection he
bore I felt the breath catch in my throat.

"Luke!" I said weakly as he raised his hands to my breasts.

"Hush mum," he said quietly as his hands stroked my heavy globes "just
enjoy it."

I was having no trouble in that despite all my shock at what was
happening I was enjoying it more than I ever would have believed
possible, yet a part of me wanted to put a stop to it, to end the
foolishness before it went too far, but I couldn't find the will to act
as I knew I should and when my son began to tease my nipples I felt
only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. As I started to shudder one
of my son's hands slide down my body to my pussy while he leant forward
to take my nipple in his mouth, I felt like two people, one who was
watching as though from a distance feeling shocked at what was
happening, the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's
attentions were giving me and when I felt his fingers slide into my
pussy while his thumb pressed on my clit I cried out in sheer delight.
A few seconds or minutes or hours later I felt my son's hands moving
from my breast and pussy, his mouth releasing my nipple, then he was
holding me firmly, I gasped as he swept me off my feet and lowered me
to the carpet with my body still shaking from orgasmic bliss.

"Please Luke!" I gasped out weakly.

Even I wasn't sure whether I was begging him to stop or pleading with
him to take me, I felt so mixed up and so wildly excited that it could
have been either or both, but Luke felt no confusion as he came between
my legs and pressed his cock to my pussy.

"LUKE!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body rising of its
own accord to meet him.

If I had felt ecstatic before I felt overwhelmed now as my son began to
move his cock in my pussy with a deliciously slow, firm stroke, leaning
over me he twisted his head to suck at one of my nipples while he used
one hand to play with the other and his other arm to support himself,
all my thoughts were suddenly engulfed by pure bursts of delectable
sensations. I could hear myself crying out as though I was listening
from a distance, my cries begging him to 'fuck me', pleading with him
to 'fill me', had I been able to think I would have felt disgusted at
my reactions, but all I could do was feel as I rode on roller coasters
of ecstasy. Luke was moving faster in me and I was moving with him, it
was as though my body had taken total control as it savoured what it
desired to the full, in a moment of clarity I found that I had wrapped
my arms and legs about his body, holding him to me as his cock slid in
and out of my burning pussy and my mind was overwhelmed by sensations
again. Then my son thrust into me and groaned, his body trembled
against mine and I felt a burst of heat deep inside me as his semen
flowed thickly, screaming out my passion as my body bucked and writhed
under him I let myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment and when
my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my pussy even as his
cock began to shrink. When at last Luke rolled off me I lay panting and
shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through my body or my
ragged, over-excited breathing, beside me my son sat up and I sensed
that he was looking down at me, turning my head I looked up at him with
glazed eyes.

"You are fantastic." Luke smiled down at me, his chest heaving from his
exertions.

Leaning over he kissed me gently and I felt a tingle run through me, it
was frightening the way I felt about my own son, yet I couldn't deny it
any longer, my own body had betrayed me, I had enjoyed every single
moment of his lust, even though I felt guilty, shocked and disgusted
all three emotions couldn't compare to the satisfaction I felt and the
joy he had given me.

"Oh Luke," I sighed as soon as I had recovered enough to sit up "Luke,
we shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have let you do it, but God
forgive me, I loved every blissful moment of it."

"You'll love it again as soon as my cock gets hard again." he laughed.

I knew from the tone of his voice and the way he put his arm around me
and drew me to him that there was nothing I could say that would
dissuade him from lusting after me and to be honest I found myself
feeling elated that he would want me in that way, sighing I leant
against his chest and gazed down at his cock lying limp between his
legs. Though I knew a part of me would never really accept the
situation and would feel shock at it I also knew that I would willingly
give myself to my son whenever he asked or even if he didn't ask.
Thinking back to my marriage I realised with surprise that what I was
feeling for Luke was what I had felt for my late husband, I smiled to
myself as I thought back to those moments, like now, when I lay gazing
down at my husbands limp cock eagerly waiting for it to get hard again
then leaning down to take it in my mouth to help it grow hard. What a
boy my son was, so much like his father yet so different, I felt proud
of his achievements and lusted after his body with a passion that made
my pussy grow hotter and wetter, perhaps, like his father before him,
my son would bugger me when my periods came around, but now all I
wanted was to feel his cock inside me again, as with his late father, I
couldn't wait any longer.

"Let me help it." I laughed lightly as I leant down to take my son's
cock in my mouth.

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