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I am not the AUTHOR of this story...

Seduce Me Ch. 1
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter One: The Sensations 

I heard him come in and it started again. 

"Hi, mom. How's it going?" he said as I heard him sling his backpack
onto the kitchen table, and come up behind me at the sink. He put his
hands on my shoulders and leaned around to peck me on the cheek.

"Fine sweetie, how'd it go today?" I replied turning to face him,
immediately feeling the charge from his presence and touch, despite
the fact that his hands fell away as I turned. Bravely, or perhaps
inquisitively, I looked into his lovely hazel eyes and saw them
sparkle, as the feelings began again.

Somehow, lately, I was getting these very strange thoughts, and urges
whenever he was around, and sometimes when he wasn't. To all intents
and appearances, it was all quite innocent, but I was becoming more
and more unsure.

"Okay, I guess, but I sure get confused by things." 

I kissed him on the cheek, fighting the urge to kiss his lips, and
said, "why don't you sit down and I'll get you something to eat and
drink, and we can talk about it."

He grinned, and said, "gee thanks, that would be great," and I watched
as he turned to drop into a chair at the kitchen table.

I went to the refrigerator and, looking inside, couldn't help but bend
over, thrusting my hips and bottom in his direction, knowing I was
tempting fate, or myself, or him...while the sensations grew.

Lately, the strangest images were floating in my mind whenever he was
near. It started a few weeks ago when, as he was often wont to do, I
let him rub my shoulders while I washed dishes in the sink. I think it
was his way of saying "thanks" for a good meal, when he wasn't doing
the clean up himself.

I was completely relaxed as only he could manage, when all of a sudden
I had the sense that his hands were on my breasts. It wasn't so,
because I could still feel them gently kneading my shoulder muscles,
but the intense "impression" that he was cupping my breasts and
rubbing my nipples was shocking to say the least. I'd shaken my head
to clear the thought and he'd taken that as an indication to stop, and
had withdrawn. But even as he left the room and I finished up the
dishes, I couldn't stop the tingling that was spreading throughout my
body.

Later, as I was helping him with his homework, leaning over the desk
where he sat, another "sensation" struck me. I watched his hands on
the desk, holding a book and pencil, but "felt" a hand sliding up my
leg from behind, slipping fingers between my thighs, until they
caressed the lips of my vulva through my panties. My knees almost
buckled at the perception and I had to hold the desk to avoid
collapsing. He seemed completely unaware of what I was going through,
even as the "sensation" of a hand continued roaming under my dress and
I "felt" the fingers slide across my bottom, dipping into the crevice
between my cheeks, caressing my bum hole until it tingled
outrageously. My entire lower body was afire at the "imagined touch"
of....what...my son?

And, on another occasion when I'd let him rub my shoulders as I did
the dishes after dinner, I again knew his hands were gently attending
to my shoulders but "sensed" fingers sliding down and around my
bottom, cupping my cheeks and slipping in between my thighs. Even when
I knew he was rubbing the back of my neck and not touching me anywhere
else, I nonetheless "perceived" hands sliding around my hips, onto my
stomach, tracing downward to gently caress and mingle in the triangle
of pubic hair over my mons, while...what seemed like his hard penis
rubbed between the cheeks of my bottom.

Even when I moaned, and whispered "thanks baby, that feels so good to
these old muscles" and slid slightly backwards towards him, he stepped
back so we avoided actually touching, except his hands on my
shoulders. That movement was enough however, to break the reverie and
I'd said, "but I'll never get these dished done if you keep it up" and
he'd retreated...again.

And then there were the "touches" when he was near. That started, for
real, a couple of years ago. Since room in the house was tight, there
were always those occasions when we'd be standing close or going in
opposite directions, and I began to notice gentle, timid caresses.
First my bottom began to get "brushed." Every so often, my breasts
would get a little "mashed" as we passed each other in the narrow hall
or kitchen. And then, a couple of times, I felt him ever so briefly
stroke my pussy mound when we stood close to each other.

But now, he could be sitting at the table on the other side of the
room and I could still "feel" fingers sliding across my bra to gently
squeeze my breasts and rub my nipples. More than once it seemed a hand
would "rub" against my bottom, or fingers would "trace" the outline of
my panties and "slide" along the valley between by cheeks, and I'd
turn to see it was only my imagination. Every so often I would get the
"impression" of my panties slowly sliding off my hips and down my
thighs, revealing my love nest, and I'd stop and look to make sure I
was still properly dressed. More and more in my own day dreaming, I
was ever unsure if I was dressed or not, or if I'd remembered to put
on a bra, or panties, and would pause to check. But even then, though
sure I hadn't undressed myself (for some reason), I couldn't stop the
tinkling sensations that often made me damp, no, wet... Nor could I
stop the occasional thoughts of sexual play, or lovemaking....in all
its manifestations.

And it was getting worse. Now every so often, even when he wasn't
around, the brief thought of his kisses on my thighs began to appear
in my mind. More than once, I found myself wandering into the thought
of him massaging and sucking my breasts, only to realize my nipples
were quite aroused, and wanting attention. All too often of late, I'd
pause in what I was doing to let my imagination ever so briefly wander
away with the picture of him sliding slowly up from the mists of my
mind until his tongue "slid" between my vagina lips and "tickled" my
clitoris. And at least once, in the quiet of my bedroom, as I
succumbed to self ministration, the image of his hard cock replacing
my finger, sliding in and out of my hot and needy pussy, made the
resulting climax far more real... almost fulfilling.

And now, as I moved about the kitchen preparing his snack, I felt the
excitement growing to an alarming level. I was constantly aware of my
entire body tingling ...my nipples growing aroused as they rubbed
inside my bra, my breasts feeling heavy and full, wanting the massage
of his fingers, my pussy lips beginning to dilate and moisten, my
bottom excited by the thought of his "touches," my thighs brushing
each other as I squeezed them together to keep the juices from
flowing, my bottom cheeks tensing at the thought of his penis rubbing
against them, intent upon sliding up into me.

Finally, after putting a sandwich and soda down in front of him, and
sitting down on the other side of the table, I asked, "so what's so
confusing?"

To Be Continued... 
Seduce Me Ch. 2
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter Two: The Plan 

In the back of my mind, the plan should have been at stage two. I was
going to seduce my mother. Or rather, in my mind, she was going to
seduce me. One way or another....

As she sat down, I couldn't tell if it was working, but imagined it
might, if I tried hard enough. But then, from a practical side, I knew
it was only my day dreaming and that all that "mind control" stuff was
a crock. But I so wanted to touch and taste her, and certainly, not as
a son. It took all my control to maintain the "distance" and
"propriety."

So, whenever around her, I would try to project these images of
lovemaking. I tried to maintain the perception of an innocent son when
all the while, in my own mind I was fondling her, caressing her body,
kissing and licking her, lying in her arms sliding in and out. In some
day dreams she resisted, briefly, while in others she welcomed my
advances. But all the while, I maintained the utmost in decorum.

When out of touching range, I developed and tried to propel thoughts
of my hands on her breasts, or my lips sucking her nipples, or my
tongue slipping in and out of her cunt, or my fingers sliding around
her bottom, inside her cheeks and stroking her puckered bung hole,
using her hot juice to slip in the back door as I pumped my dick in
and out of her cunt. I thought about her sucking my dick, while I
sucked her pussy. Most exciting was thinking about lying between her
thighs and slowly moving up until my cock was just about to enter her,
or thinking about sliding her panties down from behind and slipping my
dick in between the cheeks of her bottom, all the while holding onto
her hips or breasts.

Sometimes I would just concentrate on her breasts to see if I could
"think" her nipples into excitement. At other times, I would watch her
from behind, mesmerized by the movement of her hips and bottom as she
moved about the room, and imagine my cock sliding up into her tight
butt hole. But I had to be careful because I didn't want to get caught
staring...which might create other problems.

And when I was close, I often fought the temptation to touch too much.
The only way I could control it was when, on occasion, I would rub her
shoulders, I made it a game. Somehow, standing behind her, I managed
to concentrate on only touching her back and shoulders. I resisted the
urges to reach around and touch her breasts...making almost a game of
it by setting a boundary around her bra and panties, and never getting
close enough to touch either. And perhaps the hardest part, other than
my dick rising to attention on these occasions, was avoiding the
temptation to rub my cock against her bottom. It was almost impossible
to sit across the room and think about undressing and ravishing her
without doing it. And, when rubbing her shoulders directly, it took
every bit of strength to keep my hands from roaming to follow my
thoughts.

But more and more I was undressing her. My mom, was really quite
pretty with lovely shoulder length hair, the right height and eyes
that could at times bore right through you. More captivating, she had
the perkiest breasts and roundest, firmest bottom I'd ever had the
pleasure of touching or brushing against. And the mound cresting her
long slender well proportioned legs, was like a magnet drawing my eyes
to inspect every movement in the attempt to discern the many different
approaches to the love channel between her thighs.

Her clothes were almost never tight, but always a little loose,
"suggesting" what lay beneath. The summer temperature required light
clothing and hers almost always revealed an exquisite outline to the
discerning eye. When she sat on the couch, or a chair, her posture
always provided a "hint" of what she had to offer.

When in shorts, her full rounded butt always beckoned for my palms to
cup her cheeks. The mound over her pussy always seemed to protrude
slightly, a little more prominently than her trim tummy, begging to be
uncovered so I could run my fingers through her pubic hair and stroke
it with my lips and tongue. And between her thighs, her mystery of
mysteries, always seemed to be pouting at me, asking for my kisses,
and tongue.

Almost equally captivating were her breasts, especially when her bra
could be clearly seen through a light summer blouse. And every so
often, fate would smile and she'd wear an almost sheer bra under a
light top, and I could see her dark areolas, and perky nipples
creating their own little attractions, like buttons on a perfect mound
of cream, just waiting to be sucked.

More than once, I'd managed a quick view of her thighs and panty
covered passion nest. Mom was the complete woman and often preferred
dresses, unfortunately cut to an appropriate length. But every so
often, as she sat on the couch, or crossed her legs, a brief vision of
loveliness and mystery would be offered to feed the imagination for
many a night. And once, when I was a bit younger and only beginning to
be aware of the exquisite differences, I'd had the unparalleled
opportunity to rub her legs after a long day at the office.

Sitting at one end of the couch as she stretched out and we watched
TV, I began rubbing her ankles which had ended up in my lap to make
room for us both. By this time, after so many back rubs, I knew what
helped her relax and made her comfortable. So I simply, absent
mindedly, began massaging her calves. Without really thinking about
it, my hands wandered all over her lower legs and soon began to attend
to the muscles around her knees. In the meantime, while I still
watched the program, she'd dozed off, and I noticed that her legs were
somewhat asprawl on the couch. Out of curiosity, as I rubbed her
calves and ankles, I ever so slowly flexed her knees so they bent
slightly, opening the distance between her thighs. As I worked on the
knees, they naturally spread a bit more and her dress slid away,
revealing a bit more of her thighs.

Curious, but scared to death of getting caught, I dared not go much
further. But still, rubbing her knees, and just above to where her
dress had slid, I managed to open the distance a bit more. Her thighs
parted a bit more so I could see her panties. By now I was truely
intrigued, and quite excited. Her ankle was resting comfortably
against my growing cock and my fingers were beginning to tremble.

At this point, she was breathing evenly, quite comfortable and seemed
sound asleep. And I was scared to death, as I strained to see more of
the mystery between her thighs. Even in the shadow of her skirt, I
could see her thin panties, and lush dark pubic hair underneath. I
could even see where the panties slid up into the folds of what I
would later learn was her pussy.

But in my impatience or excitement, I sought to spread her legs even
further, and as if by reflex, her thighs closed and she turned a bit
on the couch and woke up. That night, while getting hard was nothing
new, a curious new strain developed, as I wondered more and more about
girls in general, the mystery of women, and the captivating charms of
my mother.

I guess that's when I started trying to be the "perfect" son.
Understand, I truly loved my mom, and would never do anything to hurt
her. And I recognized how hard it was for her to work everyday to
support us and to also find time to help me as I grew. In many ways,
she'd devoted herself to "us" and took very little time for herself.
She did date a bit, but it never seemed to go anywhere, or last with
any one guy, and after a couple of dinners, or movies, the guys would
disappear. But I'm pretty sure none of them ever scored on her.

So I pitched in whenever or wherever I could. I really enjoyed her
company, and we joked and teased alot.

We even got into a couple of playful tussles when I was younger and
we'd wrestled around. In many ways, that too was an experience, and I
found myself drawn to standing near or next to her so I could brush
against her body. This was easy enough as the house was small and
quarters somewhat tight. More as a scary and titillating experiment, I
began to slip around behind her and let my hand lightly brush against
her bottom. And, every so often, when she stood next to me, I'd
casually let my arm swing so my knuckles would ever so slightly caress
that mysterious mound under her stomach. These were quick
surreptitious efforts on my part to "check her out" and often resulted
in delicious memories in the night. That is, until I brashly took it a
little to far.

One day as we were teasing and tickling and trying to decide who would
pick the TV program, things got a little out of, or into hand I should
say.

Mom as usual had me pinned to the floor, on my stomach, arm locked
behind me, and was tickling the back of my neck with her hair as she
leaned over trying to get me to concede. Somehow or other, I managed
to wriggle free and turn the tables, and her around so I was sitting
behind her on the floor. I wrapped my arms and legs around her,
"quite" innocently putting my hand on her breast. That moment gave me
pause and started the normal sensations of an instinctively horny
young man. I'd never realized just how full, and firm, and soft, and
exciting her breasts were. As she squirmed, her dress had slid up
around her hips and I could see her bare legs and flashing panties.
And as I held her tight, despite the exertion, my cock began to swell
as it rubbed against her bottom.

But in my distraction, she rolled onto me, face to face, flat on the
floor, again with me underneath. Just to keep a grip, I slid may hands
around and cupped her bottom, pulling her tight to me.

I guess it was the combination of my hands on her butt, actually
sliding under her panties, and my stiffening cock pressed against her
lower stomach, that caused her to suddenly jerk and roll away from me
and say, "okay, you win." I was really confused, and a little scared,
realizing that I may have gone a little too far even by accident. But,
without looking in my direction, she fixed her clothing and got up
saying, "I really didn't want to watch that old news hour anyway, and
maybe the movie will be good." And then as she turned to face me, all
proper again, said, "but you make the popcorn!" and then went to brush
her hair.

I don't remember the movie, but I certainly remember, and have relived
the tussling, over and over and over. But the touching sort of ended
after that.

As I got older, and hung out with other guys, I'd begun to pick up
quite a bit of "neighborhood sex education" listening to the older
fellows, and occasionally getting my hands on a skin mag or two. But
the pictures weren't all that good, or a little too graphic, and the
stories were all too rough. That is, until I stumbled on one that, at
first was a little off beat, but intrigued me nonetheless. It was one
of those quick and to the point stories about a mother who wanted to
suck her son's cock. One moment the thought, the next paragraph he's
pumping her; give me a break.

Now, I'd never really thought about it much, but as I "reviewed" more
and more skin mags, I realized oral sex was kind of "normal" And even
more fascinating were the pictures of guys sucking girls' pussies. But
the pictures of "overly well hung" studs (jeez, do they come that big
without some medical help) and well used women with wide open gashes
and humongous tits was a little intimidating. I guess you need 8 or
more inches to get those gals to spread it for you.

But I digress, because the focus of my fascination had become more and
more, the lovely woman in my own home. The source of so many nocturnal
mental meandering. And as she sat down across from me, I looked for
signs that maybe, today, it would start.

To Be Continued... 
Seduce Me Ch. 3
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter Three: The Approach 


"Well, you know I took Debby to the prom a few weeks ago, and thought
we had a good time," he started. "But, now, she doesn't seem to have
any time to just hang out, at least with me anyway."

"Well, sweetheart, people and things change," I said. "Maybe she's
trying to make other friends."

He snorted and said, "Yeah, I guess so, cause she certainly spends a
lot of time with her girl friends."

"Honey, you have to understand, boys and girls at your age are going
through some tremendous changes, and you both are trying to figure out
what you want in life. Maybe you should give her a break and check out
a few of the other girls."

"But they all seem so silly at times, and only want to gossip about
stuff..." he said dejectedly. "At least with Debby we could have a
decent conversation about something other than who's dating who."

"That's 'whom' dear, but there seems to be more to it than that. What
else is confusing?"

"I don't know," he mumbled, eyes on the table. "This whole dating
thing, and what guys and girls are supposed to do... It used to be we
could just get together and hang out...and now everybody is pairing
up...going together... and." he trailed off.

"Go ahead, tell me what's on your mind" I encouraged him. 

"Well, I don't want to just go with someone to learn about all the
other stuff, and maybe get stuck and miss the chance to meet someone
really great because 'I'm taken'."

"Honey, I'm not sure what you mean about all the other stuff," I said
(though I had very little doubt). "But going together doesn't mean you
have to get married...you're way, way to young for that now." I
paused, and said, "besides, you have tons of friends and you don't
have to get 'too' involved with anyone, and there are a lot of people
you haven't even met yet."

"But mom, most of the other guys are going with someone, or if not
it's easy to understand why not. And most of the girls I know are only
impressed with a big car and lots of money."

I felt a twinge of guilt as I realized, perhaps, I wasn't providing
well enough, but then remembered how I grew up. "Baby, you really
don't want to compete for girls who are so easily impressed. You're
handsome, intelligent, sweet as they come, and have a lot to offer
some lucky girl."

"Well, there may be another problem too..." he trailed off. 

"Okay, what's that," I said gently, trying to draw him out. 

"Well, you know I've been out with a lot of girls, and Debby isn't the
only one to...well...you know....practice stuff with..." he said, eyes
still on the table. "But I don't seem to get it...whenever I kiss a
girl...like in the movies...they get all...huffy...like all I want to
do is rip their clothes off...and stuff."

Here I knew we were into dangerous ground. 

"Well, I don't know anything about your technique," I started, "but I
can let you in on a few little bits of information...that you may not
like." I paused a moment, and then continued. "First, you're probably
going to have to have a whole lot more patience than you think, or
want to have at this point in life."

"A relationship is kind of like a tree," I opined, "and they take time
to grow. And if you want a strong, sturdy, cultivated tree, not like
one in the woods that grows wild and fights with the environment
around it, you have to tend it with love, and...like I said, quite a
bit of patience." I laughed a little and added, "of course the
difference is a tree won't ever love you back, but the right girl
could fulfill your every fantasy and knock your socks off in the
process."

"The second thing you have to consider is that most girls your age
really don't know what they want. And it doesn't get a whole lot
better as they get older...because as they do begin to figure out what
they want, there's a tendency to play games while they experiment." I
paused a moment, thoughtfully, before plunging on. "When they become
women, and a little more mature, and a little more sure of what they
do and don't want, it's a little easier, but not much. Men and women
are so alike, yet so completely different, that it's hard sometimes
for them to fully relate...people have to remember to try and think
like the other sex a little, to appreciate what they want, so you can
give it to them, when and how they want it."

I stopped, feeling the sensations again. All of a sudden, I "felt" a
dozen hands all over me, unbuttoning my blouse, lifting my dress,
caressing my thighs, spreading them, fingers titillating my pussy,
hands squeezing my bottom, fingers spreading my cheeks, my breasts
being massaged and my nipples...sucked.

I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the confusion that was
growing, and wondering if I should go on with the next thought.

"At your age, other things are going on that also create a great deal
of confusion." Was I talking to him, or myself now?

Struggling now to keep my composure, and feeling the blood rushing
through me as my breath quickened and my juices began to flow, and my
nipples grew more sensitive and .... "Your body is changing, creating
hormones you never had to deal with before, and they may be making you
a little more aggressive, so maybe you're moving a little too fast for
the girls your age." Taking another deep breath, I plunged on, knowing
I had to end this and get away, to compose myself before I lost
control and....

"I guess, like most kids today, you've learned your 'techniques' from
the movies. But you have to remember that movies are only an hour and
a half to two hours long. In that framework, the hero is supposed to
find a girl, win her undying passion, save the world from some
catastrophe, and have great sex. Real life just isn't like that. You
can't rush someone into a relationship ...like they do in the movies."

At this point, I was beginning to lose it. As he sat across from me,
hands on the table, eyes downcast and somewhat dejected, "someone's"
tongue was driving me crazy, tickling my ears, sliding up and down my
vagina, slowly rubbing my clitoris, agitating my nipples, taking me
closer and closer to an orgasm...

"Tell you what" I struggled to finish, "why don't you make an effort
to go out every other night for the next couple of weeks, but with
someone new or different, or someone you know but don't usually hang
out with." I spread my legs a little as the sensation of a "cock"
slipping inside my vagina began to arise. My bung hole was itching so
bad I wanted to reach around and rub it. And Ohhh, how I wanted to
finish whatever the "sensations" had started.

Using every ounce of energy to maintain my composure, I stood up
saying, "and then, we can talk about how you feel, and what you want
after you've done a little running around. Who knows, it may be an
almost complete waste of time, but you're young, and maybe you'll run
into a few guys and gals who are a little more in tune with you. But
you have to get out and broaden your horizons.

Maybe you've been spending too much time with the same old people. But
whatever you do, remember to be gentle...like you are with me." I
moved around the table, and leaned over to give him a kiss on the
head. As I moved, I "felt" the sensations quickening, as if "someone
else" was already rubbing my bottom to soothe the agitation in my bung
hole, while the cock slid slowly up into me, filling me, creating
juices that I'd though had dried up long ago.

I was barely able to get to my room and collapse on the bed before the
rush hit. And I hadn't even touched myself.

To Be Continued... 
Seduce Me Ch. 4
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter Four: Timeout 


Damn it. This was never going to work I thought. 
But I resolved to hear everything she'd said. 

"and...like I said, quite a bit of patience." 

"...but the right girl could fulfill your every fantasy and knock your
socks off in the process."

"...When they become women, and a little more mature, and a little
more sure of what they do ... want.."

"...so you can give it to them, when and how they want it." 

"...I guess,...you've learned your 'techniques' from the movies." "But
whatever you do, remember to be gentle...like you are with me."

I'll be gentle I thought, I do love you, but ...this is driving me
crazy.

Maybe she's right. I do need a different perspective. I do need to get
out and chase a few chicks. And hang with the guys. And get laid
somehow, somewhere. Anything to take off the edge.

But there's this dynamite woman ... just in the other room... 

And it's been so long, she's got to be hungry by now... 

Unless it's been so long she's forgotten. 

But no, I hope that's not it. Maybe it's just me and this "mother and
son" thing. I guess she never even thinks about it that way.

Maybe she doesn't even think about sex anymore, and that's why none of
the guys who dated her ever stuck around...

But you have to wonder, sometimes. 

This evening, despite our little chat that I should cast my net
further, I again got caught up in it.

I managed to catch her in the hall after her shower as she got ready
for bed. She smelled sweet and fresh, and I couldn't, wouldn't quell
the images she evoked. She was in her regular almost knee length
cotton nightgown. But I could see the outline of her breasts, and the
little tents her nipples made. And, as she paused in the bathroom
doorway, I could see the shapely outline of her tapered waist, rounded
hips and perfect thighs through the gown as the light accented her
curves. And as she turned, the silhouette her full, firm breasts
swayed into view with her nipples clearly pushing the fabric out.

And a little later, in the bright kitchen as we got our last drinks of
water and juice for the night, I became mesmerized by the sight of her
panty briefs outline under the gown, and the way the gown swirled and
slipped between her legs as she moved, emphasizing the undulating
depression between the slight swell of her stomach and the protrusion
of her rounded mons venus....I could almost see the dark triangle of
her pubic hair crowning the portal to her love channel.

How could I have "...been spending too much time with the same old
people" without tasting that? How could I not want to ...

As I massaged my engorged member, thinking about fucking her, I
couldn't choose between sliding between her trembling, thrusting
thighs, or the picture of her slowly licking me, hold me tightly down
near my balls, and wrapping her sweet lips around the head of my dick,
sucking, sucking....sucking, until I exploded deep inside her.

As I fell asleep, released and somewhat satiated, I thought that I
couldn't wait. I needed some real release and maybe she was right. I
needed to find someone else, someone who wanted to do it right now,
and drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued... 
Seduce Me Ch. 5
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter Five: The Transition 


I'd never felt so ... what... 

After our conversation, and my eruption in the privacy of my room, I'd
thought at least everything would settle down for a while.

But then that night, in bed, the "sensations" started again and though
worn by the earlier bout, I had another tremendous climax.

This time, I felt thoroughly fucked, with slow, steady insistent
strokes in and out of my pussy, until the last rush of frenzy before
.... And all the while I had the feeling of a hot throbbing cock in my
mouth...to the point that I was actually gulping as my vagina twitched
and convulsed and ...I came.

I lay there, exhausted, falling asleep, the most relaxed I'd been in
ever so long...and really confused...and had the most disturbing, or
erotic, fragmented dreams.

My son was raping me. No, I was sucking on his cock. Then I was in a
trance while he took my clothes off. No, he was slowly sliding his
dick into my bottom, and I was actually pushing backwards to get him
inside me. No, I was opening my legs, beckoning him to come to me, to
let him kiss my thighs....No he was ignoring me. No, he was raping
me...again...and again...and... No, I was letting him undress
me...waiting to feel his hot cock slide up into me...and sliding his
shorts down, wanting to suck his young virgin cock, and ...

When I woke up, my panties and nightgown, and the sheets were sopping
wet. At first I thought I'd pee'd in my bed but my bladder drove me to
the bathroom to show...it was all love juice.

Shaking as I showered, physically completely relaxed, yet mentally
anxious, a bit edgy or worried, I wondered if I was going out of my
mind. As I got ready for work, I tried to rationalize what was going
on. Perhaps everyone went through these "dreams" when they were
deprived of sex. Perhaps subliminal messages were transmitted by the
body to the brain demanding something not experienced in too long. But
the thoughts about my "son!" Where did they come from? Even if he
didn't know the secret about his "mother," how could I ever imagine
such....intense ...pleasure.

I had to get a grip. I couldn't blame him for what was going on. He
was the perfect gentleman, in virtually every way. He did his chores
and more. He attended to me with the utmost propriety and courtesy.
Well almost, except for the few occasions when he was younger and
seemed to be "exploring" the only woman handy (smiling, now at the
pun).

But seriously, I really do loved that boy and would do anything for
him...

I can't let my "problem" affect our relationship. But he's getting
older and things are getting to that really complicated stage, and I
just know I'll regret it if I do anything to create even more
confusion. I have to be careful what I say. Part of me wants him to
find a girl to "do stuff with" and part of me doesn't, at least not
yet. To be honest, right or wrong, I want to help him understand
everything about women he's curious about...but I can't.

As I headed out the door to work, part of me was relieved to be
through the ritual of waking, shower and coffee without waking or
running into him. But then ... part of me missed the chance to see him
... get a goodby kiss... before I trundled off.

The day was uneventful (in the sexual sense), as were much of the
following weeks. Part of me was relieved, and part of me missed the
relief or balm that the "sensations" had provided, even with the
confusions.

I was pleased to hear him making arrangements and taking advantage of
the advice I'd given, to seek the company of others. And I missed him
when he wasn't around.

Almost every other night he was out, but never too late. 

Every night, I waited, not to obviously I hoped, for his return and
polite kiss on the cheek as he went off to bed.

We still had plenty of time in the evenings and on the weekends to
stay connected, so I could keep track of what he was up to and who he
was beginning to hang around with, and what he thought about this or
that. I learned about the old friends and the new acquaintances. A
couple of times he came home rather preoccupied, sometimes quite
flushed, once or twice with lipstick on his cheek and neck, and I kept
my own counsel.

A few times the "sensations" returned, sometimes quick and passing,
sometimes long and intense, and normally only at night when I was in
my own bed...

As they became more intermittent, I began to ...look forward to them.
Wondering what manifestation would ... almost satisfy me again.

I didn't "try" to bring them on, but recognized their onset, and,
depending on circumstances, sometimes let them take me away...to an
almost fulfillment. The only real problem was "that afternoon" at work
that started with the "touching" and "stroking" and "rubbing" I felt
all over, and particularly the nipple "sucking" that almost drove me
into delirium, that grew and grew until the evening.

The whole evening was absolute decorum as I fought for control until I
could retreat to the safety of my bedroom. I felt "petted" and
"fondled" all evening, and could just barely keep my sense of
propriety as he went out on another "date," while I waited for his
return.

And the few hours he was gone, the pressure seemed a little less
provocative, so I didn't do anything to seek self gratification. I
thought it had passed, a little disappointed that I hadn't had ... the
climax... and was still a little on edge...almost hungry for the
"sensation" to finish.

Somehow, I thought, these sensations have something to do with my son.
They seem most intense when he's around, or at least in the house, and
we're together alone, and most especially, at night. And, it is
natural for a woman, and a young man to want ... And maybe it would be
wrong, ... for an older woman and a young man... and it wouldn't
really be incest.

To Be Continued... 
Seduce Me Ch. 6
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter Six: Patience 

Boring ....I thought..... 

Even the couple of evenings with Debby were no longer all that
intriguing. She was still somewhat interesting but had been "infected"
with the mindless concerns and prattle of her girl friends. And she
still had a "body" but no where near as voluptuous or tempting..or
forbidden...or... as ...available ... as...

And the guys only talked what they "would" do or "bragged" about their
petty exploits. First base, third base, even the home runs seemed
contrived.

And the other girls, were ....engaging...and not. None were as fully
developed as .... or ready to try ...stuff. Or if they were, I simply
had to beg off because I didn't want to be in the long line of their
"prior" experiences.

I could always go home "on time" or "early" and get almost the best
delight of the evening.

Mom always waited up, and though I often went home in frustration from
a "date," I always wanted to make sure she could go to bed ... without
worrying about me.

And the reward was always waiting, even if I couldn't bend
it..her...to my will. Fantasizing about my mom was still my most
active, imaginative and enjoyable pastime.

I'd about given up on the "mind control" crap, but couldn't stop the
day to day, and night "visions" especially when she was "helping"
them.

She was hot and didn't even know it. Every move she made was sensuous
and, to me, begging for my attention or reaction.

One night, as I took a turn at the clean up after dinner, she came up
behind me and began massaging my shoulders as I so often did hers. As
usual, she thanked me for pitching in, and mentioned how tired she was
from her day at the office on her feet. I of course offered to return
her favor of the shoulder rub with a foot massage when the dishes were
done. But she deferred, saying something about "not wanting me to
touch her smelly feet that had been running around all day..." But
before I could protest and proffer again, she went on to say, "I
remember when you used to do this (the back rub) in my bed...remember
when you were little and used to sit on my backside to rub my
back....?" And I could vaguely remember times when I would be on my
knees, straddling her bottom on the bed, and try to help her relax
with a back massage.

My cock started to harden at the thought of sliding up and down the
separation between the half moons of her butt cheeks, with my balls
resting just outside her pussy, wondering if I would ever have that
opportunity again.

And then I felt her soft breasts press against my shoulder blades as
she teased the hair on my neck with her fingers, kissed me on the
cheek and said she was going to take a shower.

I finished cleaning up as I heard the shower and let pictures of her
naked, pelted by the water stream, dance in my head. I turned on the
TV and crashed on the couch to watch some late night talk and talent
show.

Mom came out in her nightgown and robe and joined me on the couch. She
plumped the pillows in one corner and, primly tucking her night
clothes around her legs, swung her feet up into my lap.

"I decided to take you up on your offer" she said. I grinned and said,
"sure" and began to rub her ankles and feet. But then I paused and
said, "I think you deserve something special tonight."

I lifted her feet out of my lap and got up, heading for the bathroom.
I was more than a little titillated with the quick sight of her thighs
and panties as her knees bent and opened slightly when I shifted her
feet. I found her body lotion and returned to the couch, hurrying to
get seated before my hardening cock became obvious. As I sat and
shifted myself and pulled her feet back into my lap, I asked, "a
little lotion for the lady?" She sighed, seemed to snuggle a bit
deeper in the couch and said, "oh, that would be wonderful..."

We giggled and laughed at the monologue and jokes on TV as I began
massaging her instep and toes, flexing each in turn to loosen them up,
sliding cream slickened fingers in between. I rubbed each foot in
turn, only a little anxious when I allowed the closest one to lean
against my now fully upright cock. I spent an inordinate amount of
time on her ankles and feet, rotating them slightly, rubbing away all
the aches around her heels and arches, soothing the bottoms without
meaning to tickle her. I did, at one point, run a fingernail lightly
up the inside of her instep, getting the reaction I wanted, as the
tickle caused her leg to lift when she jerked her foot away, laughing
that I "shouldn't torture" her.

Little did she know that my "torture" was just beginning. Alternating
between her feet, and gently swivelling her ankles had helped open her
legs a little, shifting her gown so that it slid away a little,
bunching more in her lap, revealing a little more of her thighs.

The memory of her words"...and...like I said, quite a bit of
patience..." rang in my mind, causing me to be even more deliberate in
my attentions to her massage. Slowly, without rushing, lingering on
her ankles, I began rubbing lotion on her shins and lower calves. My
reward was a slight distant wink from her panties. Laboriously, I
thoroughly kneaded the muscles just above her ankles and waited as the
distance between her knees grew ever so imperceptibly wider.

I was now only half listening to the talk show as it droned on, making
light conversation that grew quieter and quieter. Mom had by now
shifted a little, lying back with her eyes closed, resting though not
asleep.

At first, I could only use my peripheral vision to enjoy the
developing view next to me. I was afraid to look directly at her, lest
she catch my glances at her legs and suspect more was showing than she
intended.

More than once, in her reverie, she whispered, "oh ...that feels so
good...thank you baby..." or "...your hands are wonderful..." and "you
have the perfect touch..."

At one point, she turned and leaned over to take a sip of her drink on
the coffee table, generating multiple reactions in me. Although it was
one smooth fluid and all to quick an effort, in my mind, in slow
motion I watched her thighs open slightly as she repositioned to reach
for the glass, seeing in turn, the spreading of her lovely thighs, a
developing full view of her panty covered muff, noticing clearly the
wisps of her lush pubic hair highlighted within the confines of the
silky fabric and peeping around the sides, as her pussy lips, clearly
defined for the moment, seemed to blow me a kiss from behind the veil,
and then her full round bottom when the gown opened underneath as she
rolled to her side. And the whole time, feeling her foot in my lap
moving, as her heel turned and snuggled more tightly against my stiff
cock, and rubbed it first up then down as she stretched for the glass.
And then an all too quick repeat, in reverse, as she replaced the
glass and settled back into the couch, modestly making sure her gown
covered her lap.

By now, my hands had moved almost to her knees in their ministrations,
and I'd shifted a little closer so her calves were more in my lap. The
slight bend in her knees was again giving me a clear view under her
gown, though her thighs were again closed, but not tightly.

I glanced at her again, to be sure her eyes were still closed, but
could not tell if she had fallen asleep.

At that point, I decided not to push my luck. I put a little more
lotion in my palms and gently massaged her knees, going only slightly
above, and then all the way back down to her feet. Sliding my hands
slowly back up I slowly massaged the inner muscles of her legs,
feeling them hesitantly open to make room as my kneading fingers began
again to circle around her knees.

I paused, knowing that I was getting to a dangerous stage, courting
disaster. I slowly ran my hands around her legs, just above her knees.
I wanted so much to slide my hand up along her thighs and draw even
nearer to her honey pot. But I was beginning to tremble and knew that
was the sign that my excitement might cause me to go to far.

As the debate raged in my mind, common sense saying quit now, passion
urging me on, the TV show ended, and she stirred, sitting up, putting
her hands on mine, still just above her knees but not yet under her
gown.

She leaned forward and whispered, "Honey, you have the most amazing
hands...I could let you go on...all night...I love the way you touch
me....but we have to stop ... and go to bed..."

She put her arms around me and hugged me, kissing my cheek, then
resting her head on my shoulder. In response, I let my hands slide up
around her waist and hugged her in return, pulling her into my lap.

She was a little surprised by the move, letting out a startled noise
as her perfect bottom settled against me and I pulled her closer,
feeling her breasts against my arms and chest. "Mom, I love touching
you and could do it all night, ...if you wanted..."

She sighed and hugged me close again, murmuring, "I have to go to work
in the morning... and your touch ...is so relaxing, but I'll never get
to sleep if we don't save some of it...for later...."

Disappointed, yet relieved, I mumbled okay. I turned my head slightly
to kiss her cheek, and felt her shift ever so slightly, to hug me more
tightly, so that her breasts were like wonderful, firm pillows pressed
against me, while her hip ground against my raging hardon, and her
bottom rubbed between my thighs. But instead of a son's kiss on her
cheek, she turned a little more and I found myself kissing her lips,
startling us both....

Warm, soft, her lips, the kiss was exquisite. She sat back a little,
in my lap, stroking the side of my face, and looked deeply into my
eyes. I couldn't help but fall into the depths of her eyes, as I
smoothed her hair and brushed it back over her shoulder. Then, I felt
her fingertip trace across my lips, and she leaned close to my ear to
whisper "...you're turning into a very... dangerous... young man..."
Lost in the fragrance of her hair, thoroughly confused, I was stunned
as she slowly stroked my face again and then pulled me down to kiss
..again... her lips ...lingering in the touch as our lips opened
slightly at the touch.

And then in one fluid movement, she was up and her perfect figure was
drifting away, down the hall to her bedroom. I sat there in shock as
the heat of her bottom left my raging hardon throbbing unfulfilled.

To Be Continued..Seduce Me Ch. 7
by Anonymous Author (C) Chapter Seven: The Storm 

What was I doing!!! 

Was I crazy!!!! 

We were definitely playing with fire!!! 

Okay, so there's nothing wrong with letting him rub my feet. But why,
as he was running his hands up and down my legs, was I disappointed
that the other "sensations" I'd come to enjoy and look forward to,
then never start. I did grow damp, my pussy did get juicy, as his
hands and fingers ever so slowly moved up to my knees last night, and
as I wondered if he ...or I ...would stop.

And I was delightfully surprised when he impetuously pulled me into
his lap, and let me feel his strong penis against my hip and bottom,
reveling in the confirmation that there WAS a passion between us. And
I surprised myself when we first kissed, almost by accident, like very
timid lovers.

But the second kiss, no matter how enjoyable, was stepping way out of
bounds. If he only knew, it would have been far more than just the
"sensations" I later felt that night, all night long....

After the first three climaxes, I lost track of how many times I woke
up with the tingling in my muff growing, as "he" kissed my breasts and
suckled my nipples, and sipped the juice at the entrance to my vagina,
and probed my anus....until....

And yet, as pleasurable and exhausting as the "experiences" were.... I
was really beginning to want more... of him....

I must be going crazy!!! He's never done anything to suggest he might
"want" me. The complete gentleman, in the past few years he's never
touched me in a sexual way, even if the massages seem to me to be
extremely sensual, and the "events" often (now always) include him as
the ...perpetrator? provocateur? initiator? willing participant????
rapist?????. He's never said anything to even suggest he harbors any
illicit thoughts about me. And he always has the opportunity to
"select" amoung all those young woman to "do stuff" with. Where did I
ever get the thought he might want to have sex with his "mother?" I'm
too old and way out of his league. And besides, if the "phenomenons"
were any indication, blushing at the thought, my sturdy foundling son
would wear me out the first night, and I'd be sore for a week.

A couple of evenings later, after dinner, as I cleaned up, he came up
and began rubbing my shoulders while I stood at the sink. He seemed
pensive, and after thanking me for another "wonderful" meal grew quiet
and continued to gently, easily, run his hands around my neck and
shoulders ...and arms... His hands moved down around my ribs and lower
back, skipping over my bra strap, gently rotating his thumbs and
fingers along my spine and hips, he asked the question I'd sort of
been dreading.

"Mom,"...he hesitantly started..."what did you mean when you said I
was 'turning into a very dangerous young man'?"

I hesitated a moment, as if to recall the comment, though I knew
exactly what he meant, and what I'd meant. "Well," I started, "let's
just say ... you have awesome hands, and know just what pleases ....a
girl... er, uh, muscles to work... or ...you know....massage... and
you're very gentle....maybe even a little.... oh, I don't know,...your
touch... it's a little intoxicating when you rub my shoulders...and
the other night...when you massaged my feet,.... you made me feel
...really special.... which made me feel like I'd do almost anything
...you wanted....and if you treat your girl friends that
way...well...it could make you pretty dangerous."

"In what way" he probed. 

I had almost run out of dishes. Yet, I couldn't quite turn to face him
yet. As I reached for one of the last pots, I couldn't stop myself
from leaning ... to touch my bottom against him... or his
reaction...the tightening of his fingers on my shoulders...the pause
as we both felt the all too brief tryst of his hard cock, touching,
nestling into the divide between the cheeks of my bottom.

I blushed and felt my nipples popping ... and hurried on with "oh, I
don't know....maybe talk them into something they might not do
otherwise...." I took a deep breathe, and reached for the last dish,
this time "careful" not to lean over "too" much.

"Sweetheart, you have to understand...." as I continued to wash the
now well cleaned dish in my hands..."you're a very special guy, and
when the right girl comes along...you both may ... I don't
know....this is a little embarrassing...get too involved ...I expect
you'll sweep her off her feet, maybe a little too quickly... and it
means ...getting that involved...to a girl... sometimes it means more
to her than it might mean to you..."

As the water drained from the sink, and I dried my hands, and slowly
turned to face him, regretting the end of his touch as he released me
and slid back a bit, I finished with, "so,... my Handsome son,...I
guess what I mean is... be careful... be gentle...and try to remember
...you might be able to get whatever you want..." now almost
strong...trying to look him in the eye... "but remember that the other
person...girl...that you....might get ...involved with... is important
too...but might get led astray by your... dangerous charms...and may
need .... you to be the gentleman we don't see around too often
anymore. One who cares. One who tries to understand and satisfies the
woman's needs."

Was I on safe ground yet? "Understand?" 

"Yeah, I guess," he said, though he still looked a little perplexed.
"Although, I can't be all that dangerous, if my recent dating history
is anything to go by" he said, a little dejectedly.

And the maternal instinct reacted with the comment, "remember,
patience...it will come.." as my now thoroughly "incestuous" mind
thought again about sucking his young strong virgin cock to relieve
his immediate pain, while preparing for ....

I leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the cheek, I guess to
reestablish some degree of propriety, and said, "now go get ready for
your date. It's Friday night, and you're young, and need to be out and
about."

"What about you?" he rejoined with a little humor. 

"Me? Well your tired old mom is going to luxuriate in a hot bath, get
ready for bed, and be content with a good book...now off with you."

Later, with the house to myself, I did just that. A hot bath ...and a
cold shower...

But it didn't work. 

Nor did the book. 

And then the summer storm rolled in, fierce with thunder and
lightening.

And before I knew it, I was rummaging around looking for candles to
offset the dark, because the power was out.

And then, a while later, to my relief, I heard him drive up and run to
the door.

"You're soaked" I observed...the obvious, meeting him with a
candelabra in my hand, wondering in passing how I might appear,
meeting him this way,in my nightgown on a stormy night, with a candle
in my hand.

"Quick, ...go take a hot shower before you catch a cold..." I
instructed as he began stripping his soaking clothes and headed for
the bathroom. I left the candelabra in the bathroom with him and,
picking up his clothes in the wake of his passage, went to get more
candles.

I waited in the living room, staring sightlessly out the wide glass
patio doors as the storm continued to pound the back yard, thinking of
him...in the shower. In the back of my mind, I heard the water stop,
and a little later heard him come quietly down the hall in his bare
feet. I realized I was trembling, and holding my breath, feeling that
now familiar moistness developing between my thighs...as my nipples
became more and more sensitive to the slightest movement of my
nightgown covering them.

"Feel better?" I asked, as he came up behind me, inadvertently, and
unknowingly, provoking my bottom to a higher sensitivity, waiting for
his "touch."

I shifted my stance a little, to spread my legs a bit, and let the
cool air from the partially open patio door sooth and cool my steaming
muff, wondering if ... no,..., the soap smell, and the cream I'd
applied earlier ... to my most sensitive lips ... should
..obscure...the fragrance I "sensed" was in the air.

"Yeah," he said, and no more, as if respecting my solitude. 

"So, what brings you home so early...not a little ole storm I hope..."

"Nah, ....Janey got a little scared ...and wanted to go home in case
it got any worse...and her folks and brothers were there,... and I
didn't want to deal with them....so I bailed... knowing my best girl
was home....alone....and I could have a lot better time with her..."

"Your best girl?" I asked. "What, am I ...the backup?" I joked. "And
you can have a better time with me...than Janey...what does that
mean..."

"Ahh mom...." he went on the defensive. And then recovered with, "I
just meant... I'd rather be here with you... you know, make sure
you're okay...and maybe catch up a little....since you keep making me
go out...who knows....if you're REALLY nice to me...I might even offer
you a ...full... massage, (as I felt his hands on my shoulders, and my
body began reacting more fiercely to his presence and touch ..), not
just a shoulder rub...for all the fantastic things you do...for me..."

I luxuriated in his affect on my body and senses. I felt his hands
moving ever so slowly down my back, pausing I fleetingly thought in a
little panic, as we both realized I had no bra on under my night gown.
And then I began to fully realize what a view I must be presenting
without a robe to hide under. How much could he see in the dim candle
light???? Did he have to see anything, as I felt his hands on my lower
back, while his thumbs and fingers kneaded the muscles around my hips,
causing my legs to turn to jelly.

I felt his hands slide back up, along my ribs, while his thumbs
managed my spine ...and his finger tips ... came ever closer ... and
gently slid discreetly around the soft sides of my breasts...as my
nipples began to burst with ...anticipation.

I was about to collapse when he whispered in my ear "why don't you
stretch out...and I'll give you a back...rub,...like you've never had
before..."

I sighed, "oh honey...that would be so nice...but I'm ready to...go to
sleep now...maybe tomorrow...."

But he wasn't to be put off, and suggested "that's perfect...I'll give
you a massage that'll put you right to sleep...in your own bed.."

Trembling with...I murmured "that's really sweet.." 

He carried the candle as I led the way to my bedroom. I felt my
nightgown, swaying against my legs, and imagined his eyes, straining
to see in my bottom as it jiggled underneath.

As I nervously turned the bed cover down, I realized that my bottom
was spreading open...and my muff was presenting itself...even covered
by panties and the gown...as a...target as I slowly, deliberately bent
over....

A little self consciously, I hurried to stretch out on the
bed...attempting to arrange my gown to provide some modicum of
decorum.

He put the candle on the dresser across the room. And...after a
moment...sat on the bed next to me. I could only imagine what he saw
and thought, as he contemplated his mother, face down on the bed,
waiting for his touch...

Ever so gently, I felt his trembling fingers begin to knead my
shoulder muscles and stroke my neck. Slowly, I felt him work down my
back...at first without real direction....and then...almost with
purpose. I began to enjoy the rhythm as he alternated between my back
and arms. Before I knew it, my arms, gently massaged and treated, were
above my head, so my hands were tucked under the pillow.

Ever so slowly, he manipulated every muscle in my back, from my neck
down...to...almost my butt. I felt his expert fingers stroke me and
relax every muscle...ever so...professionally...until... trembling...I
felt my gown beginning to ride slowly up my legs, as his fingers slid,
a little further each time, closer to the panty line on my hips.

Despite the anticipation and excitement...and fear, I was beginning to
drift in and out. For a moment, I came clearly aware as I realized, as
he massaged my hips, my panties were sliding further down my hips,
with each successive series of strokes along my spine. I was faintly
aware of the butterflies in my tummy and tingling in my nipples, as he
more and more caressed the soft sides of my breasts.

In a haze, I realized, after a bit, that my gown "felt" like it was
... gathered...up...around my waist...

"One moment" he was kneading the muscles in my shoulders, the
..."next"... I felt him gently rubbing my feet, vaguely aware my knees
were bent ever so slightly...that my legs were open... thinking only
briefly what an image I must be presenting... but retreating to the
comfort that it was still dark...with only the candlelight
flickering....

Slipping away again...into the dream...I felt him massaging my
toes...and ankles...and calves..and knees...thighs...moving closer and
closer...almost touching...

I came almost fully awake as I felt his fingers gently massage my
hips...and felt my panties sliding down again, and began to feel the
cool night air on the cheeks of my bottom.

And then he was rubbing the muscles in my neck and shoulders again,
while I wondered abstractly...in a haze...

"Mom" and then a pause as I felt his hands move down. 

"Mom, you still awake?" and I was, almost completely, as I felt his
hands continue to knead my middle back...and felt him leaning against
me...resting on my butt...and realized I felt his hands on my skin and
...no longer ...through the gown...now under it...

I only shifted a bit...waiting...not answering...pretending to be ...
almost asleep...

And I was completely awake when he slid his hands down around my
waist... down...on to my hips...and gently kissed me...just
above...right at...the swelling of my bottom cheeks..in the very
middle of my "lowest" back....and couldn't stop the involuntary
reaction of my pelvis, as I ground my muff down into the mattress.

I felt his hands quickly retreat...and in a moment..."Mom...you
awake...?" and with no response...a few tender rubs later, a little
quieter... "Mom" and very delicate "jostle" as if to emphasize his
question, "...you still with me."

I let out a very low moan ..and stretched out a little...but ...went
on pretending ....to be asleep...realizing...my panties were even
further down...had...been moved again ...so my bottom was almost
completely uncovered...

Again I felt his fingers, gently massaging my sides... and waist ....
hips...ever so slowly slipping my panties...further down ...feeling
the waist band slide tantalizingly ... across ...tickling...the lush,
sensitive hair covering my mons... until they down were around the top
of my thighs...

"Ahhhh" I moaned to myself, as I dreamed of his fingers sliding along
my thighs and ... lightly brushing near my pussy lips... as the
fingers continued to trace the outline of ...my panties...under my
bottom...around to my hips ...

"Uhhhnngg" I heard, from myself....as I dreamed...felt his touch, now
more insistent...sliding along...closer...higher...to ..almost the
edge of my ...pussy...stroking ...tantalizing the fringe of my pubic
hair...

Almost fully awake again, I simply indulged in his stroking of my
thighs...near my outer labia, sensing the inner lips opening...and my
little fellow protruding...seeking attention....

And then, "OhhUhhhggg!" I moaned, as I distinctly felt his finger tip
slide slowly, deliberately, along the channel of my panty covered
love, ever so gently prompting the lips of my juicy pussy to open even
more.

Again, I felt his hands slide round my hips... as his thumbs slowly
stoked my bottom cheeks,..from below... under my panties...opening the
way to my anus...briefly ...

Not protesting, I felt him slide my panties down even further. 

And felt his warm hands gliding across the full cheeks of my bottom,
cupping them, slipping his thumb along the channel, caressing
my...."UHHnngg" and I felt my hips jerk, offering my bung hole ...as
only one way...inside.

And then I "felt" my nightgown slip up...further up...under my
breasts...as his hot hands again slowly kneaded and massaged my back,
now completely, flesh to flesh ..

In the dream I felt his fingertips tug gently at my soft breasts, as
if to slide around them from underneath, and felt my self willingly
agree, slowly, when I heard him say, "mom...turn over..."

In the dream, I watched as he sat back, at my side, to let me turn
...so that my breasts ...

I felt his palm on my stomach...and realized ...as I turned...it had
slipped deliciously around my body, from my warm...hot bottom... over
my hips to rest there...just above...

Exotically, I sensed him move again...and felt him gently kissing my
neck,.while slowly opening...lifting my gown ... a little higher...to
release my nipples from the torture of touching the fabric ...

Slowly I felt his fingers travel up along my ribs...and slide around
my breasts, squeezing them gently...causing my nipples to blossom even
more, extending... puckered... into the evening air....like little
cherries.

And then, the ecstacy of...his tongue... his lips...his
suckling...dreaming of him entering my vagina while gently squeezing
my breasts, cupping them to play with the fully swollen nipples, again
slowly licking them ..gently sucking them in between his hot lips....

Then I felt his palm move down onto my stomach...as he began to gently
slide his fingers down and tenderly, lightly comb the fringe of my
pubic hair.

I lay there, on my back, eyes closed, again delighted by his delicate
touch, knowing it wrong, for some reason, to let him ....touch me...
there...reveling in the slow way he slipped his fingers into my lush
pubic hair, gently stroking my pulsating mons, feeling him explore my
thick sensitive pussy curls ..sliding down...slipping his hot fingers
down ...to lightly stroke my pussy lips ...as I slowly opened my
thighs ... to let him delve between them ...feeling his fingers slowly
explore...and touch "Ungg!!!...Oooghghhh!!!"

...not right... when he leaned forward ...to kiss me.. on the lips...
and slip his tongue slowly into me...my mouth...like a thick...his
...to want his tongue to touch...taste...my ...

I was losing control... 

Ever so slowly, as I felt his palm cupping my love nest, as his
fingers slid though my pubic hair, and one....slipping along the
opening entrance to my passion, slipping... almost in....and
...away...and ...almost...in..

I said "no!" Didn't I????? 

More clearly, with greater effort, I said "please stop!" 

I said... "I can't ..." 

I ... didn't want it to .... 

I wanted... 

"We can't...." 

I felt his tongue abandon my nipples, and begin to trace down, ever so
slowly, as he kissed me between my breasts, then each in turn licking
the firm, quivering undersides ... my ribs...stomach ..my
hips...down...

I made another attempt "OH baby, please stop...you can't ..do this
...to me...." and choked as he began to lightly pull at my pussy hair
with his lips, while alternately sliding his tongue in circles...
closer...

I felt his warm breath as his tongue touched me there....ever so
gently sliding down, gently circling in the lush mass of hair, closer
..now timidly probing the top ..where the lips of my labia
began...slipping lightly along the passage of my love channel... now
separating my inner lips ...flickering against my clitoris... driving
me to complete abandon...
I watched helplessly as he slowly pulled my panties down further,
completely uncovering my womanhood...feeling the fabric erotically
caressing my inner thighs...as they slid down...pausing for a moment
as he drank in the sight of his mother...open....inviting.. letting
him uncover her most secret charms....as he gently slipped my panties
down...sliding them over my knees...I felt myself almost
helping..letting him slip them off my ankles dropping them as I lay
there...fully exposed...

In a dream I felt his fingers now caressing my legs....opening them
....now that there was no restraint...nothing hidden....as he leaned
in..to slide closer ....his head between my thighs, kissing me ...
again moving slowly, deliberately letting his tongue slip closer
teasing..until...with excruciating tenderness, I felt it slide
closer...nearer ...next to...timidly touch...pause...and then with
deliberate, delicious design...slide along...my pussy lips
again...this time a little more insistent...opening them...tracing the
folds of my outer...and inner labia ...slipping around my hot
channel...tenderly pulling me between his lips... sucking my pussy
lips, ...probing ....rubbing inside....touching my clitoris..

OHhhhhAAAhhh!!!! 

Feeling him pause, I said "please baby...don't ....stop now...." as
the surge began... and my pussy reacted involuntarily and thrust
upward...

"Please...douuooohhhh...touch me there.... 

And he persisted, causing me to shiver as I felt his lips suck
tenderly on my pussy...and felt his tongue...slide down...find my love
threshold...tarry...explore...and begin to slip inside me.

My fingers, now mingling in his hair, urged his mouth tighter into my
passion... as I encouraged him to ...as I wanted him to touch me, with
his tongue... to start...as I began to cum .... with my son... licking
my muffin... tasting my cream...while I felt his fingers caressing my
bottom... lifting me to his lips....as I felt his fingers probing my
anus, while his tongue slid deeper inside me....as I felt him fucking
me with his tongue...I was rumbling with the awesome rush...and began
to involuntarily jerk my hips...pressing my cunt into his face..as the
reverberating climax continued ...wanting to feel more of his tongue
slide ...deeper..into me.. the intensity of the waves crashing over
me.... so absorbing ....

As my climax slowly subsided ...leaving me completely drained... I
felt his hand slide comfortably up to cup my breasts, to rub my
nipples again...as he began to slide slowly up ...lifting his head
from between my thighs... lingering...teasing my bush again as my
vulva quivered.

Still almost in a dream...I felt him slowly gently kissing my
stomach...running his tongue all over ...sucking on my nipples,
alternating from one breast to the other, with his lips agitating
me..deliciously sucking ...making me reach new heights of
excitement... .until the second climax began building, and continued,
and receded, and all the while, his hand massaged my bottom, lifting
me so the doors of my hot love ...so the lips of my muffin .. rubbed
tight against him...waiting for his ...

And then I felt him, moving ever so slowly and gently until his penis
rubbed against ... the lips of my pussy.. and I felt the hot bulbous
head slide ....slowly up ...and down ... the entrance to my...vagina.

"NO!" I tried again....as I felt his hardened cock sliding against me,
feeling the head of his penis slide down, from the top of my pussy,
along the passion channel, pausing to agitate against my clitoris,
probing both the opening to my vagina and down...between my cheeks,
rubbing against my anus, opening anew the demands of my long dormant
appetite, starting another deluge of juice and passion..

But I couldn't stop my hips from jerking...and suddenly,....I could
feel the head...his penis....slowly sliding...opening wide ...my lips
to slip along ...and excite .. the inner lips of my waiting vagina
...to fill me...excite. expectantly...hungry ....

And then he stopped...as if to tease me... 

My nipples scraped against his chest as I squirmed and agitated,
causing their own ripples. I felt him move, as if to impassion them
even more, slowly dragging his body across mine, as if to intensify
the contact, causing my breasts and nipples to roll tightly against
him and riot in the process.

Our stomachs were tight, his pressing hard on my pubic hair almost
ready to blend his with mine as he.... My thighs were wide open, with
him resolutely positioned, the tip of his penis throbbing just
outside, teasing the entrance to my cunt, my pussy lips sucking at
him. I thrashed around, but couldn't dislodge him ...exciting myself
even more in the movement.... feeling our bodies grinding together....

"Mom." I felt the head of his throbbing cock, vibrating just outside
me, seeming to grow..."I love you..." he whispered in my ear.

"Please don't ...baby..." I whispered back, almost trapped by his body
on...nearly in ...mine... "We shouldn't do this...it's wrong... "

"But I love you...and you love me.... 

Lying there in that brief moment, my thighs wide open and around his
hips, my breasts and nipples scraping against his chest, his pulsating
cock firmly snuggling just outside my vagina....

"I can't... we shouldn't... you have to ...stop... 

I felt his throbbing cock grow ... and slide a bit tighter against
me...

"Mom...I ...want...you ....to ...I love you... please....I don't want
to hurt you....you're so beautiful...I just want to make love to
you...now..."

"No! Stop now....I don't want you to ..." but I couldn't stop the
sensation of my pussy lips...as they nibbled against the tip of his
dick "..please...baby...don't...rape... me."

Again, losing control, I closed my eyes as my hips pushed back at
him...trying, despite my words, to slide him inside, feeling another
wave of cum building.

I felt the slightest hesitation and said... 

"I love you too...but... "and then felt his pulsating rod move again,
slide a little more between the lips of my labia, again almost inside
me. I groaned, realizing my pelvic movements were ....helping as the
climax began to build..."oohhh ...baby...
please...don't...ooohhh...fuck me..." I whispered in his ear, feeling
him react to the word....

His cock, throbbing and lingering just outside my vaginal passage, was
the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced. I could almost feel my
pussy lips wrapping around him....trying to draw him in...

In disappointment, I felt him draw back, feeling the thick head of his
penis slide away from the opening of my vagina. I could almost sense
my pussy lips...desperately suckling against the head of his cock as
he withdrew

And, I couldn't stop the sensation and moan....as I felt him slowly
slip the head of his dick back up and down my passage of love, gently
nudging my clitoris again, to a new level... sliding down between the
cheeks of my bottom to excite my anus again, lifting my legs to
increase the intensity of his cock head sliding... up and down...in
and out...now pushing at my anus.... Now slipping along the lips
covering my vagina...

My hips began to move with his rhythm...accepting that My vagina
wanted ....more....My breasts needed...wanted....My anus was
....waiting....

Whenever he slipped around my muff, I kept trying to draw him further
up..into...me...

When he slid down...around my bottom...I tried to spread my cheeks so
he could....find a way...inside me....

And then, as I felt his cock flirting up and down around my passages
of love...he raised up and looked at me, trapped under him...and said,
"mom I do love you...I just want you to feel good..." and as if to
emphasize his point... I felt the head of his dick slowly slide again
along my now well lubricated offerings, first pressing my anus
beginning to distend it ... and then against my... vagina...almost....
making me whimper with desire both times...

And I began to moan... still saying "NO!, please stop...don't ... do
this" as he continued, ever so slowly, and gently, sliding his hot
wand back and forth...alternating...first my pussy...then my ass,
exciting me no end...

And then I felt his pulsating intensify....and I felt his cock head
bobbing again just barely touching my pussy lips ...and he groaned
..."Mom...I need you... now.. you smell so sweet and... taste so
good...it feels so good with you.... "

"Ohhhh..baby..." I groaned, wanting to pull him deep into my hungry
body....as my hips began their involuntary jerking again ...and I felt
myself stretching...pushing my pussy lips up...trying to capture his
cock...and pull it back to me...

Trying to stave off...what...I whispered "baby...please...it's not too
late....I'll do whatever you want....but...we shouldn't do this... you
shouldn't....I'm not supposed to...let you...make love to me..this
way...it's wrong to want ...to let you ....do this..."

"But mom..." he leaned closer, whispering in my ear, "you liked
it...when...I...touched...you...didn't you?"

"OH!!...sweetheart....yess...." I conceded, "but I was wrong...to
...let you....touch...me...there..."

"Mom...I thought you really liked it....when...I touched you... I
thought you wanted me ...to kiss you...and put my tongue...in
...you... there....didn't it feel good when I licked inside ....your
..."

"Ohhh, yesss, baby...." I hurried to interrupt, "you did make
me...feel...fantastic...so sweet...so gentle...so tender..." fighting
with the thought, the so recent memory.

And then I whispered, "but darling...I can't... let... you....
put...your..." Pausing while I searched for the words...sliding my
hands up around his face...

"People would think it's incest..." pausing a moment...feeling him
throbbing so tight against me "if...I let you...fuck me..." feeling
his lurch again at my use of the word, moaning again, as I felt his
dick slide tighter... "OOOHhhh... baby....please..."

"Mom, I do love you..." he breathed in my ear. "I just want to make
love to you..."

"But I can't...want ...I'm not supposed to let you... ooohhh...so
excited...baby...I'm not supposed...to want you...to let...you
oooohhhhh...baby...please...oooohhhh pllease..."

"Mom, please...I really...love you...I don't want to hurt you." 

He slowly gently, kissed me on the lips, cupping my breast and rolling
my excited nipple, shifting slightly ...letting my hips shift... up.

"Mom, do you really love me?" 

"Honey, you know I do.." 

He slowly gently, kissed me again, slowly massaging my breast, as he
slipped his tongue into my mouth...licking my lips.

As he withdrew his tongue from my sucking lips...in slow motion, yet
like on a roller coaster, I felt the head of my son's virgin penis
slip ...inside ...my pussy lips.

I groaned and closed my eyes....waiting... 

When he didn't ...continue ...I forced my eyes open..to see him...as
we both throbbed at the sensation of his cockhead... in me...

"Oh baby....please..." I whispered... 

"Mom...I love you..." and he gently pushed his virgin penis ever so
slowly...into my vagina...

I groaned and closed my eyes again...so...long...waited... so long. 

And he stopped again. 

I knew he was looking down at me...watching my reaction...and ...felt
him...in me....waiting...

I looked up at him again...with my pussy lips hungerly wrapping around
the head of his penis, waiting...wanting ... him deeper ...inside...

We both began to tremble and shudder at the torture of such slow,
deliberate...and I heard him whisper, "Mom, I love you" again, as he
slid his penis very slowly a little deeper into me, looking into each
other's eyes, gently enjoying the tension from my vagina surrounding
him.

"Ohhhh my darling....please..." 

And again he paused, holding my hips down with his weight...keeping
them from rocking forward... I felt his hand slide down my
side...under...to cup my bottom...lift me

"Mom?" I heard him whisper in my ear, "you're so tight....you feel so
good..."

And he pressed his hard virgin penis a little further into my
vagina...

"OOOHH UUUGHHHH....Honneeey..." 

I felt his thick penis pulsating in me. When I opened my eyes again,
he was still watching, passion in his eyes. I felt myself trying to
lift my hips, widen my entrance, making room for him...quivering with
anticipation,

But he misunderstood. 

"Please mom...I just want to ...make love to you....I don't ....want
to...hurt you....

And he slowly slipped a little more of his penis into my raging
womanhood.

"UUHHHGGGG...OHHH" 

My pussy was now firmly grasping at his throbbing cock...sucking at
him...wanting him to come deeper and deeper into his "mother." I
couldn't control myself any more...my hips were jerking, wanting him
to slide further..

He still thought I was fighting him.... 

"OHHH Baby Please..." And he did...pushing a little more of his penis
into me....

"OHHHHH baby...baby... baby...what are you doing...to me...."
wondering how he could go...so...slow...

I felt him gently squeezing my bottom, lifting me a little higher ...
as my son slid a little deeper into me....

"OHHH Mommm Youu FEEL Sooooo Tight...." 

"UHHHH....You....Feeelll Sooo ....." 

My hips were still trapped...I couldn't reach.... 

I opened my eyes again...and looked deep into his...feeling my
inflamed vagina squeezing him....

And then, slowly, I felt my son press his penis deeper into me... 

And I began to cum ...again... my hips vibrating against him... 

As the waves folded around me, us, I felt him hug me tight, and my son
slowly pushed his penis all the way in to fill his mother's vagina.

He stopped, the head of his penis snuggling tight inside me... as we
both felt the rollicking vibrations throughout my pussy..

I felt him drawing slowly back while the muscles of my vagina tightly
embraced and sucked him...

In panic, I opened my eyes again...and then let them close again as he
very slowly slid his cock back into me...this time just a little more
quickly ...still watching my reactions.

I couldn't keep my hips from pushing back at him, trying to get more
of him inside as I felt his slow slide back into me ...

"Mom?" I heard him whisper in my ear, "please....you're so
tight....you feel so good...I don't want to hurt you...."

I could only whimper...as I felt his hard, thick cock slide
slowly...out....and back....into me...again

"Mom..." and I opened my eyes. He slowly stroked my breast, further
exciting the nipple beyond belief, causing me to moan again. He
waited, not moving until I opened my eyes again and looked at him. And
then he kissed my lips again...and began to pull his solid penis out
of me....making me watch him....until I felt the head of his penis
again, at the entrance of my vagina...and stopped again...

"Mom...I love you..." and he started to slide ever so slowly back into
me...as we both reveled at the feel of his young hard penis rubbing
inside my vagina...

I slid my hands around to cup the cheeks of his ass,....as I felt him
sliding deeper...and stop again....

As I felt his penis sliding again inside my vagina...away... I felt
his butt cheeks beginning to shudder...and felt him pause...and slowly
pull...almost...completely out...

"Mom....???" 

But I could only whimper .... 

And feel him slowly, slide back to me, letting my pussy lips again
engulf the head of his cock...and feel my son's penis ,,, slowly...
slip...back into his mother's vagina as he glided deep into me.

And I pulled him into me....lifting myself...gently urging him
deeper... through... feeling the thick head of his penis slowly
penetrate ... slipping ... through my cervix...into my womb...

We both groaned as he slowly went deeper and deeper, until he filled
my vagina and more with his palpitating penis...and was completely
inside me...

Slowly, I began to manage him as he began to stroke...piston his hot
young penis in and out of my vagina, lifting me to the next rush....

I held on, reveling in delight at the touch of his pumping bottom
filling my palms, while the pulsating sensations of his hardened penis
slowly agitated my clitoris and rippled in and out of my vagina. When
I slid my fingers between the cheeks of his tight bottom, and stroked
his hole, he whispered again, "I love you mom...."

"I love....you....too...oohhh...babbbyy....uhhnn...you're going to
make me cum again...." moaning, holding him tight and whispering in
his ear.

"OOoh, baby.I do love you....come to mommy...it feels sooo
good...OOHHH!!! it's been so long....oh yes, my darling...let me feel
you ...inside....I've waited so long....for you....." And, the rolling
climax began to crest again, feeling the thick head of his penis
continuing to slide up...slowly ...deep... inside...all the
way...reaching further, until it seemed I had no more room.

As I held him close... deep in me...his cock began to resonate inside
my pussy, I pulled him tighter still, and kissed him, letting him suck
on my tongue....feeling him begin to explode deep inside me as I
pumped my tongue into him......trembling and shivering...as the earth
quake deep inside my pussy began to pound, as the waves began to crash
yet again, as I felt his pulsating penis pumping ..with my son
straining to slide even deeper into my aching vagina... filling me
with his eruptions, now rolling and crashing against mine.
Deliriously, I felt his fingers tight under my bottom, and the storm
reached yet another height, crashing thunder as he slipped a finger
into my anus.

My legs locked around him, I pulled him tight so my cunt could squeeze
up and down his awesome tool, and feel every charge as he emptied
himself into me.

"Ohhhh baby....YYYYEEEESSSS.....it feeellss ssooo goood...
harder......don't sstoppp...fuck me baby....OOOH SWEEEET
DARLING...PPULLLEEAASE..."

Finding finally the crescendo of fulfillment as my vagina sought to
suck every bit of juice ...my young virgin son could offer.

Epilogue 

I woke slowly...drifting up...in a mist...images flickering...
taunting me...

Where am I? 

Why is everything spinning... 

"YOU...MOTHER..FUCKER..." 

"YOU RAPED...The Woman...You ...LOVE?" 

I started fully awake with a start.. 

It was raining... 

I kept my eyes closed...afraid to move... 

thinking....trying to remember...where am I? 

and now we can go 3 or 4 different ways...the dreams continue, it did
happen and..., there is revenge...(but not my style), ...your
turn...or a completely new approach...?

To Be Continued...

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