Title: Perfect Lapful
Keywords: mF, inc, mom, son, cheat, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: At a family function, the mother sits upon her sons lap and her world suddenly changes.




There was a young man of Darjeeling
Whose cock reached up to the ceiling.
        In the electric light socket,
        He'd put it and rock it--
Oh God!  What a wonderful feeling!




Perfect Lapful

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.11 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

When I felt it, I should have jumped up and ran away!

I did start to rise, and felt him beneath me not help nor hinder, and
something in me just disappeared.  Call it my moral convictions, my
sanity - whatever you wish.  So I again relaxed and silently gasped
when I felt that it had gotten even larger in my very brief absence.

A man, my son, would never get a hard on in the middle of the family
picnic by his own middle-aged mother seated on his lap!

Could he?

It had to be simply the friction, it could have been a bag of books or
a pail of lobsters that caused his penis to harden.  God, I knew men -
I had had been married to one for many years.  And in those early
years, he was a satyr, while my interest in sex was more inquisitive
passive acceptance.  The levels of my husbands, and my own, sexuality
reversed, in the final years leading to our divorce, that my desires
were fertile and his own were... well, bordering on marital neglect.

Something had happened to me, caused me to sit back down.  Fascination
that my twenty-eight year-old son was getting an erection by the
weight of his mothers own bottom!  It was almost a grand provocative
joke - one that I could could never share or even express to another
living soul.

My eyes turned and I looked upon my daughter-in-law and her toddler,
my two year old grandchild.  Guilt welled up within me, for her - as
if it should be her bottom having this particular hard cock pressed
into it rather than my own.  Not that I have had a man press anything
hard into me in so many months you must understand.

The only sex that I've had, not counting my own self-induced
pleasures, was from one of the companies executives that I've worked
with for years.  He lived and worked in another city, married
unfortunately, but whenever work brought him to me we indulged in
rather carnal entertainment.  It was very fine in fact, but it was
barely three or four days total within every six months.  Yet I learnt
more from that man in the few days every couple of months we had than
I had learnt in the sum total of my marriage.  God, I felt like a
teenager with him.

That feeling was now present within me - naughty as I continued to sit
upon my son's lap.  There was so many of our extended family about us
- none realizing what was poking my backside.

Tearing my eyes from my grandchild I slowly looked down at my son's
face - his eyes looking guilty right back at me.  A slow reassuring
smile seemed to calm him a little, and with a jerk of his cock I knew
that he knew I was not going to leave my perch.

A woman needed to know that she is still attractive - can still entice
a man, especially a younger virile man.  Yet, how should it make a
woman feel if its her own son that is attractive to her?

My niece, my son's cousin, came by and I asked her politely to
replenish my wine glass.  I needed a drink - or rather - I needed more
to drink!

I wiggled against him and wondered what he was now thinking of his old
mother - as she enjoyed the hard cock between two thin layers of
clothing as it pressed into her round soft ass.

My filled wine glass returned and my ancient aunt, seated on a chair
across from me began to ask about my job and if I had any men in my
life.  The same questions at every encounter with her, and many other
family members.  Only a small fraction of me paid attention - my
faculties were focused inside my son's jeans.

One of my son's hands lifted while the conversation swirled around us
and rested gently upon my hip.  Even as my venerable aunt went on
about her kidneys, my son gently pressed my hip so that I shifted upon
his lap slightly to our left.

It was like being slapped across the face - what lay within his jeans
suddenly shifted and jerked up against me.  It shoved along the groove
of my ass pressing the fabric of my dress and my white cotton panty up
against my sensitive anus, between the cheeks of my ass.

One of the things I had learnt, since my divorce, was that my ass hole
was one of my prime erogenous zones.  My husband had never touched me
there - but my part-time married lover greatly enjoyed using his
finger, his tongue and yes, even his cock within that part of me.  At
first I was tentative, to say the least - it was dirty, it was going
to hurt, only tramps did that - but I found a pleasure that superseded
my fears.  That was only one, of many, lessons that he taught me.

Since it was a hot day, the sparse clouds doing little to still the
burn of the sun, I wore a loose summer dress and conservative
undergarments.  I was a small woman, barely a hundred pounds - that, I
had always thought my face was cute rather than beautiful.

Of course I knew when my son became sexually active - the evidence was
politely ignored about our home.  I also knew that he loved me - cared
for me - as only the best of any woman's offspring can do.

What I am trying to say is that I never had evidence, never conceived
that he may become excited, hot, for his old mother!  Even during the
years that I found evidence of his early sexuality - the wet sheets of
his bed, the well-used magazines in a box beneath his desk, the
drawings of girls without clothing.

Thats what it was, it wasn't only the friction of my soft ass against
his crotch - it was more.  It was in the touch of his hand as he had
shifted me so that his cock could slid up the length of my ass.  It
was also that quick look we shared minutes before, how his
embarrassment turned to surprise and then bold assurance.

The relatives that went by, some stopping to chat briefly with me or
others near by, could never have guessed what went on between this
mother and her son.  I was the prim and proper mature woman that
everyone seemed to confide in but none wanted to be.  Of course it was
only natural that I sat upon my child's lap - we had always been close
and loving, never caring who knew it.  Proud of it in fact.

I could end this, here and now..  Simply stand up - probably need to
pull my dress from between the crack of my ass - but just walk away
and not look back.  My son would need to hide his erection, of course,
but men learn to do that from a very early age.

No, I was not worried about my son's reputation or about him becoming
embarrassed.  It was my own rising sexual energy that I feared.

It was obvious to me that what I was feeling was comparable to the
first time with my part-time lover, but different.  This was simply
over the edge, brazen, wanton... immoral.

Perhaps that was it - the immorality of this, what was happening, was
very exciting.  It disproved that I was the person that I hated - that
polite complacent woman with a husband that felt the need to cheat and
then leave.  I hated that woman that thought taking a man's penis in
her mouth was dirty, that the sperm that came from it a necessary but
disgusting evil.  That same woman now loved to get fucked in the ass
before having a face full of sperm.

The fact that my nipples were turning into diamond points and my sex
was throbbing hotly was proof that that woman was no longer in
evidence.  It caused great joy within me.

The hand that still lay upon my lap, the tips of the fingers fondled
my upper thigh slowly and gently, moving above my loose thin dress.
It was strangely intimate, that no one else should know that erotic
electricity that was transfered in that simple touch here among a
crowd of our relatives.

I turned again toward him, needing to see his eyes - wondering if he
felt as delicious as I did.  With a loss his hardness was removed from
between the cheeks of my bottom and again pressed along the length of
my ass.

My son looked intensely into my pupils and then slowly, purposely
looked down to my chest and my hard nipples.  Then he licked his lips
and returned back to my face.

Barely perceptible, I nodded slightly.

He knew - and his eyes showed momentary surprise.  Did my son think I
was seated here, enjoying that hard cock against the asterisk of my
ass hole, would simply be forgotten after I finally stood.  My nod
communicated so much - and with the twitch of that beautiful hard
cock, I knew my son understood every unspoken word.

My son, his wife and child, lived nearly an hour from my house.  So
strategic planning as well as discretion was paramount.  I am not sure
how but my son would come to me tonight - needed to come to me.  I
could feel his desire as a physical force just within his gaze.

Perhaps, like his mother, he had his own erotic demons to exercise?
For my own conscious, I knew that I would do anything, needed to do it
all, for my adult child.  What I had learnt with my part-time lover
was nothing compared to what I was willing to do for the one man in
the world that I trusted impeccably and totally.  For a woman that had
learnt to regret the early sex-years of her life, and lived for the
now and for the tomorrow, I feared nothing that my son could do to me.
Rather, I looked forewords to it immensely!

I knew not how satisfying my daughter-in-law performed for him but I
knew my son was about to discover a woman that would do anything,
everything, for him... with anticipation and lust.

My gaze turned away, tore away, and looked between three of my
relatives that were in a heated discussion, pretending I gave a shit.
That gorgeous hardness again slipped into the groove of my ass.  All
the while nodded and made small comments to the conversation across
from me, I gently rotated my bottom so the hard unrelenting friction
upon my ass hole was simply erotic torture.

My son enjoyed it, of course, his cock twitching randomly until I
wondered if he would orgasm within his jeans!

Wouldn't that be something - I've never had that affect on a man
before!  The power of my willingness to submit to my own, as well as
my son's erotic power, was astonishing.  Treat me the slut, commit the
most vile of acts, incest, and then watch me bloom wantonly.  It was
the paradox of modern womanhood - the power of submitting to a strong
man.

My daughter-in-law and my grandchild were coming this way, with a
trail of appreciative comments from most of the passed relatives.  A
beautiful child is a thing of beauty.

I knew it was nearly at an end, this perfect lap.  Yet, between the
cheeks of my ass I felt it enlarge briefly before the cock began to
twitch violently.

My face flushed with the knowledge that I had caused my son to orgasm!
My mouth watered, wanting to see the mess I've done to him - to taste
the ejaculate from my own child.

When I looked at him, for the third time, I saw his introverted
pleasure and embarrassment.  My knowing brazen smile did not seem to
help.  I spoke so softly that no one else could hear, "Come to me
tonight?"  I could not keep the pleading desire from my voice.

Worried, he looked around and confirmed no one could have heard my
words.  A slight nod was his only answer, the promise absolute.

With deep regret I slowly stood upon weak knees and with a measured
stumble my white wine spilt over my son's lap.  With a few calls and
the usual jokes from our relatives, my son looked up at me thankful
for the camouflage.

I turned slowly, my hand cautiously pulling my dress from between the
cheeks of my ass, and slowly made away from my son knowing that he
would come to me in a few hours time.  I also knew that his eyes
watched me walk away, thinking about what me, about us, and about
tonight.  I could not help but put a little extra wiggle in my walk -
only for my son.

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