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From: Scorpio00155 <scorpio00155@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Making the Grade (M/F, inc, son-mom)
Date: Sat,  6 Jan 2001 18:10:04 -0500
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Making the Grade
by Scorpio00155

Being the mother of children can be a wonderful and exasperating role
to fulfil. It becomes even harder when the man you married works the
rigs and is away from home a month or more at a time. When you then add
in the teenage years of rebellion, the role of 'parent' can be a very
difficult one at times and I was entering one of those 'difficult'
times. My son Jack, who is normally a very bright and industrious kid,
had hit the 'why bother' phase of his 15 years of life. Of course, this
had to come to light the day AFTER his father had gone to the rigs for
a month. As a result of this I was alone when I attended the requested
meeting with Jack's Form Tutor; the man gave me the creeps, but I
managed to hide this as I listened to the comments he was making.

"I'm afraid there has been a distinct decline in Jack's work quality
over the past few weeks," he was saying, "now this could be something
as simply as a phase he is going through or an indication of something
more serious."

"More serious?" I asked in surprise.

"I am afraid so," he replied, "it could be anything from some tension
at home, to drugs abuse ..."

"Now look here, my son does NOT do drugs!" I protested strongly.

"Please Mrs Card," he said in a placating tone of voice, "I was not
implying he is, just offering some of the possible reasons for a sudden
drop in grades, such as Jack is displaying. Has anything changed in his
home environment that may account for this?"

"Not that I know of." I sighed, "Could it be bullying at school?"

"It is a possibility," the tutor agreed, "though a remote one, we have
been cracking down on that particular area recently, the children
should be feeling less stressed."

"This is getting us no-where." I sighed, "What do you suggest I do?"

He leant back as though thinking, though I was sure his mind had been
set long before this meeting. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him
admiring my breasts, admittedly, they are one of my best features, but
I was here to resolve my son's problems, not to be ogled. Turning my
head I looked the man straight in the eye, he blushed then fidgeted in
his chair for a moment.

"I suggest you talk to him Mrs Card." The tutor mumbled, "Perhaps offer
him some incentive to pick up his grades again."

"You mean bribe him?" I asked in surprise.

"Call it what you will." He snorted, "I am inclined to believe that
this is just a phase, but it would not hurt to check all possibilities."

On my way home I wondered how I was going to raise the problem of his
grades with my son, it wasn't going to be easy discussing the matter
without sounding accusatory and that was without the added problem of
teenage rebelliousness. I was still undecided as to how to approach the
matter when I finally arrived home, about the only thing I could think
of was to be blunt and direct with my son. It came as no surprise to
find that my son was not home, for the past few months he'd rarely got
home from school until well after five. When asked where he had been
all that time he became sullen and refused to answer, not even his
father had been able to get an answer to the question from him.

Sighing I set abut preparing the evening meal, which gave me plenty of
time to think, not that this helped any. I remembered the last time we
had tried using 'incentives' to get Jack to change his behaviour, he'd
been a year younger and just as stubborn as he now was at 15; offers of
money and desired items had not worked, nor had threats of grounding
and loss of privileges. So what the hell WOULD work with him? Based on
his sinking grade levels I needed to find the answer to that question
and pretty damn quickly. I decided to postpone talking to my son until
I had worked out some sort of incentive to offer that he would accept
with eagerness.

Later that evening I sat with Jack in the living room watching the
television, or, more accurately, the television was on though my mind
was not concentrating on it. Gradually it sank in to me that my son did
seem engrossed with the program and I took note of what was happening
on screen. The program seemed to be some sort of chat show, though it
looked more a fight arena with the 'guests' shouting abuse at each
other and even attacking each other. It was hard to get the gist of the
show, but eventually I gathered that it was connected with sex and
infidelity.

"Isn't there anything better on?" I asked with a sigh.

"This is almost finished." Jack responded without taking his eyes off
the screen.

Raising an eyebrow at his response I started to watch him as well as
the program; I soon noticed that he seemed more interested when the
main protagonists were female. His interest seemed really piqued when
the women became physical with each other; at first I thought it was
seeing the women fighting that interested him, but then I realised that
he was eagerly watching in case one of the women tore clothing off the
other. Well this was pretty much normal hormonal teenaged male
behaviour; my mother had once commented to me that young male teens
could get excited over a button popping. In a sense it was a relief to
know that my son was at least normal in this respect, this thought made
me smile. Just at that moment my son looked over at me, he saw me
smiling and smiled back before returning his attention to the
television.

Later that night, while I lay alone in my bed, it occurred to me that
sex might be an incentive my son would accept. There was of course one
major problem with that, I had no idea whether he knew anything about
sex, nor what he preferred; rather foolishly I'd left this area of his
upbringing to my husband. I know he was going to have a fatherly talk
with Jack about the subject, but somehow I don't think he had ever done
so. Obviously I was going to have to find out for myself just what my
son liked, after all it would be pointless offering, say, sex magazines
if I got him the wrong sort. I fell asleep still pondering this and
those final thoughts affected my dreams. In my dreams I was showing
myself off to my son, seemingly using my body to teach him about sex.

I woke the following morning feeling guilty about the subject of my
dreams, frustrated and a little excited. Sighing I got out of bed,
heading for the shower I was lost in thought; throughout my morning
toilet I was thinking about how I could stir my son to study or at
least to apply what he had learnt already. Luxuriating in the warmth of
the shower I decided that I would talk to him when he got home from
school that day, at the very least I had to tell him of the meeting I'd
had with his tutor. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a
movement through the frosted glass of the shower door, at first I
dismissed it as imagination; then the movement came again and this time
I had no doubt that I had seen a shadow figure. Apart from my son and
myself the house was empty, which meant that there were only two
possibilities, that a stranger had broken in and that I dismissed
immediately; the second possibility was that it had been my son. But
what would he want in the bathroom when he knew that it was occupied?

Puzzled I carried on with my shower, only now I faced the glass door
and watched for any sign of movement, when there was none I once again
began to believe that it had been my imagination at work. It was as I
finished my shower and turned off the water that I was finally
convinced that it had not been my imagination; as the flow of water
stopped a figure crossed the bathroom, the bathroom door was a shadow
block as it opened and closed. I stared through the frosted glass in
stunned surprise; it was obvious that if my son had been in the
bathroom that there could be only one reason for it, he had been trying
to get a glimpse of me in the nude! Once I had got over my first shock
I felt angry with my son.

Returning to my bedroom I decided to have it out with him, but as I
dressed my anger cooled and out of nowhere came the memory of my dream
about showing myself off to my son. Shocked at my thoughts I sat on the
edge of the bed and sat there with my mind whirling and reeling, it was
my son calling up the stairs to tell me he was off to school that
finally snapped me back to my senses. Dressed only in bra and panties I
dashed out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs.

"Jack," I called down as I started to head downstairs, "I want to talk
to you."

"What mum," he called, as he appeared at the foot of the stairs "I have
to"

He stood looking up the stairs with his mouth hanging open and his eyes
almost out on stalks, then he licked his lips and grinned.

"... Go before I'm late." He finished in a low voice, his eyes looking
at me almost reverently.

"Okay, but I want you to come straight home from school today." I said,
puzzled by his actions.

"Okay." He replied without further comment, which was unusual for him.

With one last almost wistful look up the stairs Jack headed off for
school, I heard the front door open then felt a cool draft on my skin
and it was then that I realised just how little I was wearing. As the
front door closed I retreated to my room to finish dressing, my thought
now filled with the look on my son's face as he looked up the stairs at
my barely covered body. To my amazement I realised that my nipples were
hardening and, even more amazingly, my pussy was feeling a little
moist. Fully dressed at last I headed down to the kitchen for a much
needed cup of coffee, if it hadn't been for the fact that I needed to
drive a little later on I would have substituted a large gin for the
coffee. While I sat at the kitchen table sipping the hot brew a thought
popped into my head that I should use my body as the needed incentive
for my son.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed to the empty room. "Sharon you are one sick minded
bitch!"

Shoving the thought aside I set about the usual Thursday routine of
checking the cupboards to see what shopping we needed. Despite the
normality of my tasks my mind kept drifting back to the weird thought
of using my body to get my son to improve his school grades. Even
walking around the supermarket an hour later couldn't stop that thought
from resurfacing and what was worse was that the idea was actually
turning me on! Thank God I'd had a shopping list because I don't think
I could have done the shopping without one on that day. When I
eventually got home the very first thing I did was pour myself a large
gin and drink it down in one swallow, then, feeling a little calmer I
put the shopping away. Almost in a dream I went into the living room
and poured myself another drink.

Drink in hand I sat down on the sofa and finally let the idea of
showing my son my body float fully to the surface. Putting aside my own
prejudices I tried to look at the as calmly as I could; point one in
favour of the idea was that I had discovered that my son was interested
in me in 'that' way; point two was that I would not have to face the
embarrassment of buying porn mags or tapes. Point three was both a plus
and a minus, I was turned on by the idea, as plus it meant I would feel
better about exposing myself to Jack, but as a minus it could take
things into areas I didn't think they should go. Definite minuses was
what my husband would have to say if he found out, that my son was
technically under-aged and the illegality of incest; though would just
showing my body to my son be incest?  The minuses definitely outweighed
the pluses, but despite this I felt drawn to the thought of letting my
son look at me in the nude.

"This is stupid." I sighed then drained my glass.

Stupid or not I reached my decision at that moment of time; I was going
to try using my body as an incentive for my son to improve his
schoolwork. Nor had I reached that decision a moment too soon, with
a 'bang' that made me jump the front door closed, I had been so deep in
thought that I hadn't even heard it open.

"Mum?" I heard my son calling.

"In the living room." I called back.

Jack appeared in the living room doorway, to be honest I was surprised
that he had come home straight from school as I'd asked. Not that I was
about to complain, it meant I had that much more time to talk with him
about his schoolwork and perhaps to find out just where he was
disappearing to after school. Smiling at him I patted the seat cushion
beside me to indicate that he should join me on the sofa, he started
towards me then turned and went back out into the hall. A moment later
he was back minus his school jacket, crossing the room he flopped down
beside me.

"Jack," I started straight in, "we need to talk about a couple of
things."

"Like what?" he asked dubiously.

"Oh, like where you vanish to after school." I replied having decided
to start with this first. "You are never home before five lately and
school ends at three, where do you go for those two hours?"

"Aww mum," he groaned, "I just hang out with some mates."

"Hang out?" I said raising an eyebrow. "Just what does that mean young
man?"

"Jes ..." my son started to curse then thought better of it "I mean,
cripes, we just watch videos and stuff."

I had a sudden thought that these videos were of the pornographic kind
and after some pointed questioning my son finally admitted that they
were. Jack put on his 'sulky' face as I got the details out of him, it
seemed one of the other boys had a brother that had access to porn
tapes, illegal porn tapes and it was these tapes the boys were
watching. In a way it was relieve that it was only watching porn that
he was doing, I'd been concerned that he'd been out getting into
trouble or even getting into drugs.

"Alright Jack," I said leaning forward a little in my seat as I psyched
myself up for what was to come, "I don't mind you watching these
tapes ..."

"You don't?" he interrupted me in surprise.

"No I don't," I smiled, "but in moderation. I have the feeling that you
have been spending too much time on porn and not enough on your
schoolwork."

"What do you mean mum?" Jack frowned as though knowing what was coming
next.

"I mean that I had a meeting with Mr Maxim the other day," I said
bluntly, "he told me that your grades have gone right downhill and that
you look set to fail the exams when they come up in a few months."

"Yeah, well," my son mumbled, "I get bored of going over the same stuff
over and over."

"Which is no excuse for not doing your best young man!" I said
sternly. "You need to get your priorities right Jack, get your
schoolwork up to scratch THEN do your porn parties or whatever it is."

"But mum ..."

"No 'buts' Jack!" I interrupted "You have a damned good brain and I
don't want to see it going to waste. Now, Mr Maxim suggested I find
some sort of incentive to get you to buckle down to improving your
grades. I know you and the threat of punishment won't work, as for
money I reckon you'd take it and still carry on as you are. So what
does that leave?"

"I don't know." He sighed. "What if I just promise to do better?"

"Like you promised to keep your room tidy?" I grinned, "I don't think
so Jack. No, I have something else in mind."

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"We'll get to that in a minute." I replied. "There's something else I
want to talk to you about first. I don't think it's very nice to go
sneaking about like a pervert trying to get a glimpse of your mother in
the shower, do you?"

The instant blush that filled his face told me I had been right about
this morning and I wondered how many other times he'd pulled the same
stunt. My son looked at the floor, at the ceiling and the walls,
anywhere but at me, he didn't answer me, but his guilty actions spoke
volumes. I let him stew for a few moments before putting him out of his
misery.

"Well young man," I said trying not to chuckle "cat got your tongue?"

"Uh, no." he mumbled. "I mean it's not very nice. I'm sorry mum."

"Well that's a start." I said. "Why did you do it though?"

"I ..." he gulped "you'll be mad at me."

"Tell me" I said gently, "honestly why you did it and we'll see if I
get mad or not."

"Uh, well, I, uh," my sin started out hesitantly then suddenly
blurted, "I've fancied you for ages mum, I think you are beautiful and
sexy and I wanted to see all of you and you are so great and ..."

"Whoa!" I laughed, "Jack, I'm flattered that you think I look so good,
but it's still not nice to spy as you have been."

"No mum." He sighed.

"Anyway," I grinned "now for that incentive I mentioned earlier. Since
you went to such lengths to try to get just a glimpse of me in the nude
what would you do to get the full view without having to sneak around?"

"God!" he breathed. "Anything!"

"I thought so," I smiled "so here's the deal. You get your grades back
up and I'll let you look at me naked."

"Say what?" he gasped.

"You heard." I grinned. "You get to see me naked, but only if you start
getting your grades back up."

"You mean a quick flash?" my son asked breathlessly.

"No," I smiled, "I mean no clothes at all and for more than a few
minutes."

I could see his mind working as he got over the first shock of the
proposed deal; my son had a good mind when he bothered to use it. There
was no doubt in my mind that he was looking for the best possible deal
he could get for the least effort, but I was ahead of him in that
respect. Patiently I waited while he went through his thought processes.

"Let me get this straight," Jack grinned, "I get some better grades
you'll strip off for me and let me look at you for ... how long? Five
minutes? Ten?"

"Well now," I laughed, "that depends."

"Depends on what?" he asked frowning again.

"How well your grades improve." I grinned. "Which means you get longer
the better your schoolwork improves."

He thought about that for a moment with his frown deepening as
something occurred to him.

"That means I'll have to wait months." He sighed at last.

"Why months?" I asked trying to see his logic.

"The exams aren't for three months," he replied, "how else will you
know if I've improved my grades or not?"

"And you don't want to wait that long, eh?" I grinned back at him.

"Guess I'll have to." He sighed, then grinned and added, "It'll be
worth it though."

It was certainly a strange situation, but at the same time I felt
pleased by his praise and also more than a little excited. Strangely I
did not feel any guilt about what I was proposing, I had thought I
would have, but I didn't.

"Guess again." I smiled at my son.

"Pardon?" he responded brightly.

"Well," I said softly, "it seems to me that to get the best results in
your exams you need to really buckle down now. Here's how it goes Jack,
according to Maxim you're getting E's or worse, so when you get the
first D I'll let you see my tits for five minutes. Get five D's in a
row and I'll let you look at my tits for as long as you like."

"Just your tits?" he asked. "But I thought you said naked."

"I did," I laughed, "but to see my pussy you have to get a C. First C
you get you get to see me naked for five minutes, get five C's and you
get to look at me as long as you like. Is it a deal?"

"You bet!" he laughed. "Only..."

"Only what?" I asked.

"What if I get B's?" he asked with a grin.

I hadn't planned beyond getting his grades back to C's and was
expecting that to be a task for him to achieve, but now I had to
consider the possibility of him getting a B. Looking at him I saw an
eager gleam in his eyes as he awaited my reply, grinning decided to see
what he was thinking.

"What would you want?" I asked quietly.

"Uh," he blushed "how about to touch you?"

His answer came as no surprise I was almost expecting it. Still,
touching was a big step from just looking, but if it were going to get
him to buckle down even more then I'd risk it. Smiling I decided to
give him a real incentive to work, not that I expected him to achieve
the end target.

"Okay," I grinned at his look of happy surprise "get a B minus and you
can touch me above the waist for five minutes."

"And as long as I like for five of them?" he asked eagerly.

"Nope, you'll need a straight B for that." I laughed then added. "Get a
B plus and you can touch below the waist too, but only for five
minutes, to do that for longer you'll need an A minus."

"What do I get for an A or A plus?" he grinned as though knowing
something that I didn't.

"An A gets you..." I paused to consider what would be a minor miracle
then continued, "ten minutes to touch me any way you like, hands,
mouth, and tongue, whatever you want to use. An A plus gives you as
long as you want."

Call me stupid, but I should have seen the gleam in his eyes when I
stated the reward for an A plus, in hindsight the look was one of
confidence in achieving the ultimate prize. Then again maybe I did see
that look and pretended to myself that I hadn't.

"When do we start?" he asked.

"With your first improved grades." I smiled.

"Great!" he laughed. "We have the crappy weekly tests tomorrow, looks
like I'm going to have a fun weekend."

"We'll see what your grades are first." I smiled at his confidence.

On that note I left him to go do his homework while I prepared dinner,
as I started cooking I heard him thunder upstairs to his bedroom and
smiled to myself.

************************************************************

Shortly after three thirty the following day I heard my son come home,
I was in the living room and he found me there a minute after I'd heard
the bang of the front door. As my son walked into the room I saw a huge
grin on his face, then I noticed the note in his hand and something
told me that he had done well in the weekly tests. Almost strutting
Jack came over to where I was sitting on the sofa and without a word
handed me the note; opening it I saw it was from his tutor Mr Maxim and
wondered why he was writing to me.

"I asked Mr Maxim to write it down so you'd believe it." Jack said
before I had done more than identified the sender of the note.

"Believe what?" I asked.

As I read the note my eyes went wide in surprise, it read:

	Dear Mrs Card,

	I have no idea what incentive you offered to Jack, but I am
very exceedingly

	pleased with the result. In this weeks' tests his various
teachers graded Jack

	at A plus levels in all six subjects the children were tested
on. Your son has

	certainly earnt whatever reward you promised him for improving
his grades.

	Hopefully he will continue to maintain this high standard from
now on.

It was signed by Jack's form tutor; the almost illegible scrawl of the
man's signature was unmistakable. Looking at Jack I shook my head in
disbelief while he stood grinning at me and almost rubbing his hands
together in anticipation of getting his reward.

"But I don't understand." I muttered. "How could you go from E's to A
pluses in one day? You didn't cheat did you?"

"No mum," he laughed, "I didn't cheat."

"So how did you manage it?" I asked point blank.

"Easy," he grinned, "I just made the effort to answer the test
questions. Old Maximums told you my grades had dropped, but that was
just me being bored with all the repeating of stuff we'd covered; I
knew it all, but just couldn't be bothered showing it. Not until we
made that deal yesterday that is."

I suppressed the urge to curse at the way I had been hoodwinked; there
was only myself to blame for the position I now found myself in. Then
again I had Maxim to blame, or Old Maximums as the boys called him
behind his back; if he'd been doing his job he would have seen the
reason Jack had let his grades apparently drop. Yet I couldn't blame
the man for the incentive I had thought up, which was all my own stupid
idea. With a sickly grin I looked at my son, for brief moment the
thought of backing out of my end of the deal passed through my mind,
but if I did that I knew that Jack would never trust me to keep my word
again.

"You are going to keep our bargain?" he asked a little uncertainly.

"We made a deal," I said with a gulp, "you kept your end of it, now
I'll keep mine."

"Great!" Jack laughed as he high fived thin air "When do I get my
reward?"

"After dinner." I replied feeling my surprise gradually turning to
excitement.

"Can we have an early dinner then?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

Nodding I rose and almost in a dream headed out to the kitchen, while I
cooked my mind was circling round and round what was to come later.
Gradually I recovered my composure, or most of it anyway, until by the
time the meal was almost ready I felt more excited than nervous. Then I
almost staggered as my nerves returned full force with the sudden
realisation of just what might happen hit me; I'd promised my son that
he could touch me any way he wanted, for as long as he wanted if he'd
got an A plus. At the time I had thought the chances of him getting the
top grade even a remote possibility so I had made the rash offer, an
offer I had half known implied that he could have sex with me. Now that
remote possibility had become a reality and I was not sure that I could
go through with everything that I had promised to my son; there was no
doubt in my mind that Jack was expecting a lot more than to just grope
me, there had been a gleam in his eyes that told me this.

"A right mess of things you've made this time Sharon Card." I sighed to
myself as I started putting food on the plates. "Well my girl, you've
made your bed, now you have to lie in it ... literally!"

Calling Jack to dinner I sat myself at the table and tried to calm my
nerves. Thankfully little was said as we ate, I could sense his eager
anticipation of what was to come which gradually had the effect of
increasing my excitement, but this did nothing to reduce my
nervousness. Not surprisingly my son rushed through the meal, hardly
noticing what was on his plate in his eagerness to get to the moment
that I would complete my part of our bargain. Playing with my food I
both dreaded and looked forward to that same moment; I felt torn
between my fear and my excitement. Looking across the table I saw Jack
push his plate away from him, his eyes met mine and I knew that there
was no putting things off any longer.

"You go into the living room and close the curtains," I said to my son
with a weak smile, "I'll join you as soon as I've done the washing up."

"I'll do the washing up," he grinned "you go pretty yourself up a
little mum. You know, some make-up and perfume and stuff."

I can't say that I was surprised at his request to 'pretty' myself up,
it was a reprieve of sorts and one I was glad to take advantage of.
Giving him a weak smile I retreated from the kitchen, I made a quick
detour to the living room to grab the gin bottle before heading up to
my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed I took a large gulp of gin
straight from the bottle, the sharp taste of the fiery liquid made me
cough, but as it burnt it's way down my throat I felt a sort of
calmness come over me.  After taking another sip from the bottle I set
it aside and stood up; my son had asked me to pretty myself up and I
decided to start the process with a quick shower. Between the booze and
the warm water I felt a lot more relaxed when I returned to the
bedroom, sitting at my dressing table I looked at myself in the mirror.
My reflected image looked back at me with an almost ironic smile on its
lips; the woman in the mirror was not young, but she still held some of
her beauty from her younger days. Shaking my head I laughed at my own
silly thoughts.

"You," I said to my reflection, "are a 42 year old about to show off
your tired old body to your 15 year old son, so what are you smiling
about."

It did not take me long to put on some make-up although I used a little
more than usual, when I looked at the end result I was surprised at the
effect of the heavier make-up; I looked both younger and almost
whorish. Shaking my head yet again I got to my feet, reaching for a
robe I paused, looked down at my naked body and decided that my son
might like it if I put a pair of stockings on. A few minutes later I
stepped out of my bedroom wearing nothing more than a pair of self-grip
stockings and a thin robe.

"I was beginning to think you were not coming down." Jack said as I
walked into the living room.

His eyes swept over me noting my robe and pausing for a moment on my
stockinged legs, then his eyes rose to my face.

"I didn't think you would really go through with it mum." He grinned.

"If you thought that, why did you make the effort?" I asked while I
poured myself a gin.

"It was worth taking the chance." Jack laughed.

"So what do you think so far?" I laughed.

His eyes swept over me again, then he grinned broadly and sat himself
down on the sofa.

"Great so far." He said with a sparkle in his eyes. "Hope there's more
to come."

Smiling I finished my drink and moved to the centre of the room, facing
the sofa I opened the robe and slowly let it slide off my shoulders,
the robe slithered down my body to the floor. Taking a step towards the
sofa I put my hands on my hips, looked at my son and smiled a little
self-consciously.

"Not much to look at I'm afraid." I said softly.

"Are you joking?" he breathed as though in awe.

It had been a long time since my husband had looked at me with even
half as much desire as I saw in my son's eyes, it was certainly a boost
to my ego to find myself being admired. Holding myself a little
straighter I posed in front of my son, letting him feast his eyes for
as long as he wished. After a while I took another step closer to the
sofa, Jack's eyes grew wider with desire.

"God, you are a beautiful woman." He said softly. "Turn around and let
me see the rest of you."

I did as he asked and turned around, it was so exciting just standing
there being admired, my nipples were already hard and I could feel the
juices flowing in my pussy. It seemed ages before my son spoke again,
but I was happy to let him look for as long as he wished.

"Come over here mum." He breathed, then as I began to turn added "No,
don't turn around, step back towards me."

This was a surprising request, but I did as he asked and stepped
backwards slowly until I felt a hand touch the small of my back. His
touch made my skin tingle with excitement and when Jack put both his
hands on my waist to draw me closer my whole body became covered in
goosebumps. My son drew me back until I was standing between his legs,
then his hands began to stroke my body, passing over my upper back in
slow sensual circles before moving down to my buttocks and the backs of
my legs. Closing my eyes I let the sensations of his touch wash over
me; it had been a long time since I had felt this good and I savoured
the feelings of arousal to the full. Moving his hands onto my buttocks
my son stroked and squeezed my flesh, at times his fingers followed the
crack of my bottom down then under, but each time he stopped short of
my pussy and it was driving me crazy!

"Your skin is so soft." Jack spoke softly.

I felt his hands slide back to my waist, then he was turning me, with
my eyes still closed I let my son turn me to face him. The first touch
of his hands on my breasts was light, almost a feather touch, but it
sent a shiver of delight burning through me. Slowly he stroked my
breasts, circling his hands around them, over and even under them as
though gauging their weight. When his fingers gently teased at my
nipples I could not hold back a gasp of excitement, my eyes opened then
went wide as I looked down at Jack to discover that he was also naked.
He looked up at me, smiled then leant forward to take one of my nipples
in his mouth while the hand thus freed slid down towards my pubic
mound. Any nervousness I had felt earlier was lost in the sensations
his lips around my nipple sent rushing through me, I could feel the
warmth of his breath; the slickness of his saliva and then the gentle
pressure of his tongue pressing against the hard bullet of my nipple.

"Oh Jack." I breathed in excitement.

Then his hand was sliding between the lips of my pussy, his fingers
brushed across my clit as they stroked along my slit and I felt a surge
of electric excitement burst from my groin. Almost expertly my son used
his mouth and hands to excite me; one hand squeezed and teased at my
right breast and nipple while his mouth suckled at my left nipple; the
other hand explored my sex with a gentle yet firm pressure, pressing
and rubbing at my clit then sliding into my pussy so deliciously that I
knew that I would climax before long. When his mouth released my nipple
I almost groan in disappointment, but then I felt him kissing his way
upwards as he rose to his feet; Jack's face came level with mine and I
found myself looking into his lust filled eyes. Not that he was alone
in his lust, my whole being seemed to be filled with it as his hands
continued to explore my body.

"Kiss me." Jack whispered.

Our deal had not included me being an active participant, I had agreed
to his touching me not me returning the caress, but my son was reading
me so well. Without even a moments hesitation I was kissing him
hungrily, the pressure of my lips being returned with interest; then
his tongue forced its way into my mouth and I sucked at it. With a will
of their own my arms went around his boy as we kissed, drawing his
closer to me, his skin hot and oh so exciting against mine. For a few
minutes we stood there locked in a burning kiss of passion, his hands
toying with my pussy and boobs; then I felt the hand at my pussy move
away. His hand touched my arm then slid down to my hand, grasping my
hand my son gently guided my hand to his cock, closed my fingers around
his shaft then his hand moved back to my pussy. As his fingers sank
into me once again I slowly slid my hand up the length of his cock then
back down its length, gently wanking him, as I knew he wanted me to.
Gradually my hand moved faster on his erection, and what a gorgeous
erection he had; Jack's cock was slightly shorter than his father's,
but it was fatter and most certainly harder.

Some glorious time later I felt the shiver of a minor climax run
through me, my son must have felt it too because his fingers pushed
deep into me while his thumb stretched to my clit and pressed down on
it firmly. His actions intensified the pleasure I was feeling, groaning
into my son's mouth I let that first delicious climax wash over me.
Then his hands left my pussy and tits, I felt him slide his hands up my
body to my shoulders, parting our lips Jack put a gentle pressure on my
shoulders, not much, barely enough to bend a single sheet of paper, but
I sank down under that pressure. Dropping to my knees in front of him I
gazed at my son's cock from a distance of mere inches, Jack said
nothing, he didn't need to; I knew what he wanted of me.

Flicking out my tongue I licked the very tip of his cock tasting the
salty pre-cum that was oozing from his slit, Jack's hands stayed on my
shoulders though I felt his fingers tighten a little as I made that
first tentative lick. Leaning forward a little I let my tongue slide
over and around his cap, a groan from above me encouraging me to carry
on; slowly I licked every inch of his erection from tip to root and
back. Putting my hands to my son's legs I felt his muscles trembling
with excitement as I slowly coated his cock with my saliva before
opening my mouth and sucking on the cap. Once again he gave out a groan
which encouraged me to take more of is gorgeous cock into my mouth; as
I slid down on his hard flesh I felt one of his hands move to the back
of my head, his fingers gently twisting in my hair.

Jack's hips started to make small jerking motions that slid his cock
into and out of my mouth a little, at the same time his hand was
pressing at the back of my head drawing me down even more onto his
cock. Gradually my lips worked farther and farther down his shaft until
his cap was jerking against my throat, at first I gagged a little each
time his cock touched my throat, but gradually I grew used to the
sensation. Then his cock was pressing tightly to my throat, his hand
pulling me forward while his hips pressed towards me. I knew what he
was trying to do, but I had never taken a cock into my throat before
and I wasn't sure that I could do it; nevertheless I tried, fighting my
gag reflex I tried to relax my throat muscles. At first I had little
success, but Jack kept up his gentle pressure and slowly his cock began
to force its way into my throat; as this happened I felt as though I
was choking, my throat muscles tightened and fought against this
intrusion.

As though sensing my distress Jack let up his pressure at my head, his
hips moved back a fraction and the choking sensation faded; sucking on
the meat in my mouth I made myself relax and then pushed down on him.
Ignoring the choking feeling I continued to push down on his cock and
it was with a sense of achievement that I felt it finally force its way
into my throat a little; having taken a little I knew that I could take
it all and I pushed down even more firmly.

"Oh God!" Jack gasped out as his hips jerked forward and his hand once
again pressed at the back of my head.

It took a long age, nor was the process comfortable for me, but
eventually I felt his downy pubic hair against my lips, one last push
and I was kissing his skin through the hairs crushed under my lips.
Sucking in air through my nose I held still, my throat impaled on my
son's cock, I could feel the increased trembling in my son's legs as I
clasped them, feel his cock throbbing in my throat as his excitement
mounted. Moving slowly I began to slide my throat off his cock, Jack
let me move at my own pace, but stopped me withdrawing his cock from my
throat completely; with the cap still lodged in me I felt his hand
press at me again. Gently he pushed my head down and this time I let
him guide me, his entry was slightly easier the second time. Nor did I
feel much of the choking sensation as his erection sank deeper down my
throat.

With slow gentle motions my son pushed my head down on him until my
lips kissed his groin; then his fingers twisted in my hair to draw me
back up his shaft, stopping just before his cap cleared my throat and
then pushing me back down on it again. This was a first for me and I
soon found myself enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding in my
throat; pressing my tongue up to the underside of his cock I increased
his pleasure as he moved me up and down on his erection. Groaning
loudly Jack increased the pace and pressure of his motions, his cock
sliding into me firmly then moving back just as quickly. Over the space
of a few minutes his pace quickened until he reached the point that his
cock was literally thrusting into my throat, his hands pulling me down
sharply as his hips jerked forward; I felt a little discomfort at this
pace, yet I managed to not only accommodate him but to feel an orgasm
bubbling up inside me.

"Oh Jesus!" Jack groaned out "This is so fantastic!"

For a few more minutes he thrust his cock in my mouth and throat
driving both himself and me closer and closer to climax, his fingers
twisting in my hair forcefully as he dragged me back off his cock, his
hips pulling back; then his hand pushing against my head as his hip
rocketed forward. I was no longer his mother, I was no merely an object
of lust, something to use to satisfy his excitement and I loved every
moment of it!

"Unnnn," he groaned out, "I'm going to cum!"

I don't know whether his words were meant as a warning to me or as a
declaration of his sheer pleasure. What I did know was that my son had
no intention of pulling out of my mouth when he came, I somehow sensed
that he wished me to drink his juices to the last drop. My instinct was
proved right only moments later when his hips thrust at me and his hand
pulled me down and held me down, my lips almost crushing against his
groin. In my throat and mouth I felt his cock almost quivering for
release, my tongue pressed tightly to the underside of his shaft and I
could feel the throb of his veins increase.

Then, unbelievably, his cock was swelling even more; it jerked
powerfully once, twice, three times and I felt sudden spurts of liquid
flow straight down my gullet with each jerk. His cock jerked out more
fluid as my son pulled out of my throat, part flowing down my throat,
part flooding into my mouth. For the first time I tasted my son's
semen, it was salty yet sort of sweet, very thick and yet slippery. All
but the cap of his cock were out of my mouth, closing my lips around
the base of the cap I sucked at it and was rewarded with a fifth spurt
of his juices that filled my mouth almost to capacity; his youthful
semen flavour erupted fully in my mouth and the climax I'd felt
building in me exploded in release. Groaning I swallowed his thick
juices and sucked for more, I got a few more minor spurts before the
well ran dry and then my son was pulling his cock from my mouth.

Sighing wistfully I looked up at my son's face, from my position I had
a distorted view of him, but the expression on his face was
unmistakably sheer bliss. Licking a couple of stray drops of Jack's
semen from my lips I breathed deeply in an effort to ease my orgasmic
breathlessness. Jack looked down at me both lovingly and lustfully, yet
his eyes also held something else, a sort of questioning look that I
took to be him waiting for some protest from him about what was
happening. Technically me sucking him off was not part of the terms of
the deal; though my son had initiated it happening by pressing on my
shoulders, it was I that had sunk to the floor in front of him, it was
I that had licked at his wonderful cock and it had been I that had
engulfed his cock in my mouth. And for me this had been a double first,
the first time I had done deep-throat on a man and the first time a man
had cum in my mouth; oddly I found myself wondering why my husband had
always pulled out before cumming on the few occasions that I had
persuaded him to let me suck him off.

"Mum," Jack said with genuine concern in his voice, "are you okay?"

"Very much so." I replied in a low sensual voice. "That wasn't part of
the deal, but I am so glad you had me do it Jack."

He grinned, reached down and drew me to his feet, barely had my face
come level with his than his lips were hot and demanding on mine. For
what seems an age we kissed fervently, my diminishing excitement
surging back into a flame of lust as his lips mashed on mine.

"Time to return the favour then." Jack smiled when he eventually parted
out lips.

My son guided me to the sofa, had me sit at the centre of it with my
backside edged forward on the cushion; his hands touched my thighs as
he leaned over me and with a gentle pressure he had me open my legs
wide. For a moment I believed that this was to be the moment of truth,
that my son was going t fuck me, but how wrong I was, Jack had not
finished his exploration yet. Kneeling between my parted thighs Jack
gazed longingly at my pussy; his hands stroking up and down my thighs
as he studied me closely. Should I have felt some sort of shame at
exposing myself in this way to my son? Yet I felt no shame at all, not
one bit; instead I felt a wild excitement that I had never felt before,
but if shame and guilt were the price to pay for receiving such
satisfaction from my son, then I was more than willing to pay the price.

Jack's head moved closer to my pussy, I could feel his breath on my
clit as his face descended inch by inch and I groan when his tongue
flicked over my excited slit. This was yet another first for me, none
of my past boyfriends had thought of licking my cunt; as for my husband
he would not entertain the idea even when I had asked that he try it.
How strange then that the very person who should not be intimate with
me physically was the very person filling in some of the areas that I
had missed out on. Jack's tongue flicked over my clit and all my
thoughts faded into pure sensation; gripping the cushions I held back
an urge to cry out the sheer pleasure my son was giving me as he licked
along my slit. Then Jack's tongue delved into my pussy, the sensations
of his tongue lapping at my juices drove a cry of bliss from my throat.

"Oh my God Jack," I gasped out, "that feels so good, I wish someone had
done this to me before now!"

"Whoever it was that failed to drink at this well was a fool!" Jack
declared, pausing for a brief moment from his lapping. "You taste so
good mum, like a fine wine."

"Well I've been maturing in the shelf long enough," I chuckled
breathlessly, "it's about time I was tasted!"

Jack laughed and dived his head back between my legs; his tongue
flicked along the length of my slit then came back to my clit. Pressing
his lips to my flesh he sucked at my clit as he had at my nipple, his
tongue pressing and rolling that sensitive piece of flesh until I
thought I would go crazy. I was right on the edge of an orgasm when my
son released my clit; the next thing I felt was his tongue pressing
into my oozing hole, my hands flew to the back of his head to draw him
tighter to me as he lapped and sucked at my freely flowing juices.
Moments later I shuddering in climax, my hips bucking while my son
grasped my thighs in an effort to maintain his position while I groaned
loudly in pleasure.

Finally my bucking grew too violent for my son to stay in place,
through a haze of pleasure I felt him kneel up, his body forcing my
legs further apart. For a moment he remained still within the embrace
of my legs as though awaiting something, it wasn't long before I found
out what that 'something' was. As the peak of my climax faded and my
haze of bliss cleared I felt Jack shuffle between my legs, in an
instant my mind went crystal clear as I realised that he had moved
forward. The touch of his cock against my pussy sent a thrill of panic
running through me, but before I could voice my fear my son pressed
forward and in one thrust buried his cock within my still excited
pussy. As though a switch had been thrown my panic turned to bliss as I
felt his cock filling me so deliciously; no matter how wrong it might
be, there was no way I could resist the heavenly sensations that ran
through me.

With a cry of animal passion I wrapped my legs tightly around my son's
back and almost crushed him to me; I heard him grunt at the pressure I
was putting on him, but it did not stop him from sliding his cock out
then slamming it back into me with a force that made my whole body
jerk. There was nothing gentle or subtle about the way my son took me,
his thrust were almost cruel in their force, each contact of our bodies
drove a groan from my lips and made my body shudder. It was wonderful!
The feel of his cock hammering into me then slowly sliding back to do
it again drove me nuts with ecstasy; nor was I merely a passive
partner, with each thrust I would hump my body up to meet his, my legs
crushing against him to draw his cock ever deeper. As my cries of
passion filled the room my son drove me to levels of excitement I had
never felt with my husband; orgasms ripped through me, each leaving me
weaker in its wake until the point came that I felt ready to faint from
pleasure.

"Unggh." Jack suddenly grunted as he thrust deeply into me and trembled.

Amazingly I felt every jerk of his cock in my pussy as he shot his
juices hotly into my depths, each surge of heat sending quivers of
ecstasy running through every nerve ending in my body. For a moment I
felt the world fade away in a swirl of hot sensations, my senses sort
of returned when Jack began to thrust in me again. His hot breath
brushed against my cheek, I could hear the rasp of his laboured
breathing as he leant over me and drove his cock in an out of my pussy
as though in a frenzy. Gradually his movements became slower until at
long last he stopped moving, but not before driving me to yet another
orgasm, he came to rest with his cock buried in me, his head leaning on
my shoulder.

Minutes passed as we recovered, his body pressing down on mine as he
panted close to my ear. Still panting Jack leant up and looked down
into my eyes, he smiled at what he saw there.

"You are one fantastic woman." He said softly. "Thank you."

For a moment I thought of telling my son how wrong what we had done
was, but the ripples of pleasure still running through me made a liar
of that thought. Smiling up at him I accepted that my son had fucked me
and had given me more satisfaction than I had felt for many years, it
came to me that it was this satisfaction that Jack had seen in my eyes.
As I lay there with my son gazing down at me, his cock still buried in
my pussy, I knew that I had to feel this pleasure again; like a junkie
I would do anything to get it and I sensed that my son knew this.

"Jack," I said uncertainly, "I ..."

"I'll make you a deal mum," Jack cut across my attempt to speak, "I'll
promise to keep making my grades if you'll promise to keep on letting
me fuck you."

"It's a deal!" I breathed happily.


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