The leather mother Part one
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Looking back now I feel so dumb, that I did not pick up on the
signs earlier. Let me explain. I am Josie a 44 year old divorced
mother who had her son late in life. I had given up so much for
my career and was now the head solicitor in my practice.
My life had just become humdrum, cases that no longer challenged
me and coming home to the same old existence. A son on his
computer a ready meal and some old crap on the tv and a few to
many gin and tonics. And back to the same the next day.
Sex was none existent as no one at work interested me and I
never had the chance to socialise outside of work. I had urges of
course, but being tired after work, and having a teenage son in
the house. Well I guess the spaces between masturbation sessions
got longer and longer and did not feature in my needs so much.
Now getting back to those signs I was telling you about. Back in
the late eighties power dressing was the norm for women in
business and at that time I wore a lot of leather. Leather skirts
and satin blouses with a tailored jacket were my normal attire
with sometimes a nice pair of boots.
My husband at the time loved me in these outfits, and so some
more risqué, leather outfits were purchased. I never put two and
two together and realised that when fashions changed and I no
longer wore these outfits for work or play that it was at this
time hubby began to lose interest in me and found a young bimbo
to fuck.
The signs I kept missing were that all my leather items were
usually kept right at the back of the large wardrobe in my
bedroom. But they kept being brought nearer the front. I do not
know how many months I must have moved them back to the rear of
the wardrobe, just in a daze of putting the laundry away.
Then one morning I did notice, and thought it strange. Had I
picked up the skirt and jacket in a nostalgic haze? I decided to
keep an eye out and firmly put this outfit well away from the
front. In fact I took a photograph on my mobile phone, once I had
put all the washing away.
It disturbed me greatly that if it was not me moving these
clothes, then it must be my teenage son! I went to work, and got
back after a late meeting. I felt tired, and so I went for a
shower to put some life back in to my body. As I showered, I
remembered the trap I had set in the wardrobe.
Washing my body as I thought about the trap, I noticed that my
nipples were getting sensitive and hard. Was I really getting
turned on, and hoping that it was my son moving my clothes? I
just had to find out, in a rare moment of sexual excitement, I
rushed out of the shower and dried myself off.
Putting my towelling robe on, I rushed to my bedroom. Nervously
I opened the wardrobe doors. I was bowled over with emotions when
I saw one of my sexiest leather skirts right at the front. It was
a knee length pencil skirt which I always felt sexy in, as it
held my bottom in a nice shape and showed of my figure well.
I slumped down on the end of my bed, I felt dazed and amazed. I
could not work out what was going on. Was it just that my son
liked the feel and touch of leather? Or was it the idea of me
wearing it?
I nipped downstairs and got an ice cold bottle of vodka from the
fridge putting it in an ice bucket. As I returned to my room I
walked past my sons room noting that the door was shut. But
guessed he would be on his pc as always.
I lay on my bed and tried to work out what was going on. Was it
just that he was following his father in having a fetish for
leather or was he interested in me sexually.
I slipped off my robe and picked out the newest leather to make
it to the front of the wardrobe. My idea was to look for any tell
tale signs of my son leaving his mark on the soft leather. At
this moment I had a feeling of desperation to find a spunk mark
on the skirt. But I found nothing.
I felt ashamed for feeling like that, but the feel and smell of
the leather was starting to bring back sexy memories and
feelings. I brought the skirt up to my nose to inhale its aroma
brushing my nipples with it as I did. The feeling of leather on
my nipples sent a shockwave through my body, and I shuddered.
I lay back and thoughts of my son came into my head. He was a
handsome boy and was starting to develop some nice muscles. I had
never seen his cock though so I could only guess at its size.
I had a sudden naughty idea and taking my mobile phone into the
bathroom. I turned it on and linked its camera to my laptop.
Finding a good hiding place was difficult, but once I was
satisfied it was well hidden, and pointing at the bathmat where
he would stand to dry off. I returned to my bedroom, pouring
myself a large vodka. I decided to add to the anticipation of the
wait by putting on the leather pencil skirt and dug out my old
tight biker jacket, which I slipped on, along with a pair of knee
high boots.
I turned around and looked at myself in the wardrobe mirror. Wow
I thought I have still got it. Bearing in mind I had, had a hard
day and was wearing no make up, I was quite pleased with my
reflection.
I was also so horny. You must remember that I had been
supressing my sexuality for such a long time. I guess it was all
coming to a head now or I would not be getting excited about
spying on my son, and trying to see his cock.
I heard Steve’s door open and the bathroom door close. As I had
a few minutes I grabbed my dildo from my toy box. I got myself
settled with a drink, rubbing my nipple with the cold glass. In
between sipping my drink I licked the end of my dildo.
I noticed the steam stop coming from the shower, and realised my
heart was pounding. This was definitely the most perverted thing
I had ever done.
The shower door opened, and there was my darling son, all naked
and glistening wet. I could only dream that he would have a big
cock. Imagine my incestuous delight then, when the towel moved
and exposed a gorgeous seven inch cock. Wow I thought to myself I
bet it is close to ten inches when it is hard.
I watched rapt with attention as he dried himself off. I pulled
my skirt up out of the way and pushed the dildo into my sopping
wet pussy.
The feeling of being so depraved turned me on so much, I did not
notice Steve leave the bathroom. I typed incest stories into my
browser and soon found what I was looking for. As I read the
stories I imagined that it was Steve and I as the characters.
I positioned myself above my dildo and began to ride it hard
thinking of what my sons cock would feel like deep in my pussy.
My need for sex was overwhelming my motherly instincts, and I was
beginning not to see Steve as a son but as a potential lover.
After one of the biggest orgasms of my life I calmed down, still
stroking my pussy lightly. I thought about how I would get to
find out what was getting into Steve’s mind and came up with a
plan. The first thing I did was to email my secretary to tell her
I would not be in the next day.
I fell into a fitful sleep, dreams of a sexual nature going
around and around my head. I got up and showered, dressing as if
I was going to work. I gave Steve the customary peck on the head
and said goodbye and left the house.
I knew that shortly he would leave to go to college and I could
creep back into the house. After stopping for a coffee I judged
it would be safe to go back home.
I looked around the house to make sure Steve was not there, and
went and pulled out all of my leather outfits, chucking them on
to the bed. Just for the kinkiness of it I took off my skirt and
replaced it with a leather mini skirt. Slipping it up my
stockinged legs.
My next mission was to look at Steve’s computer. I soon got past
his password which surprise, surprise was leather. I looked in
his documents folder and found scores of pictures of older women
in leather and other fetish outfits. I then found another folder
which had pictures of dominant women too.
Now I looked in his internet, praying that he did not clear his
history. I was in luck and hit pay dirt. There was loads of looks
at leather and fetish sites, but what I was really looking for
was anything to do with incest.
Bingo, I found a whole host of sites, there were several mom,
son stories he had looked at, as well as searches for moms in
leather. I also found an incest chatroom and because I entered
through his history I got past any passwords. I looked at his
profile and found several pictures he had taken of my leather
clothing. No doubt he was sharing these pics with others on the
site.
I looked at his chat log, and found a guy he had been chatting
with I clicked on his name “mom fucker” and the list of past
chats came up. Before I started to read it I went and got my
vibrator.
I was amazed and so turned on, as I read what these two boys
were chatting about. It seems both boys were infatuated by their
mothers. “Mom fucker” had shared pics of his mother in a bikini
an obvious holiday shot whereas Steve had shared a photo of me at
a party a while ago, as well as the photo from my law firms
website. And of course there were the photos of my leather
outfits.
I know I should have been disgusted, but I was both turned on
and flattered that these two young men thought of me as a sexy
woman. You can guess at what their chat was like, all about
wanting to bang their mothers, and each others mother.
After another good cum, I made sure everything was back in its
place and left his room. Back in my room I bagged up all of my
leather and drove to the dry cleaners to have them all cleaned. I
even took the kinky leather. The person who served me would just
have to deal with it. I wanted to have the real smell of leather
back after all, they had been in my wardrobe for a few years.
For something to do, I drove into the city and went to a well
known sex shop. I was looking for some of the fetish videos we
used to have in the past. I found a few of the titles and thought
it would be fun and nostalgic to re-watch these old films. I also
bought some leather bondage gear, and some bits I thought might
suit Steve. A few more toys were added and I loaded them into my
car.
Lunch was in order, so I took time out in a nice restaurant, and
had a leisurely lunch. A good walk in the park afterwards gave me
time to think about things and decide if I was doing the right
thing.
I reached home about the time that I usually did, and noticed a
terrible atmosphere. Steve hardly said anything at the dinner
table, and I only got a few grunts for the rest of the evening.
As well as hearing him slam his bedroom door when he went
upstairs. It took me a while for it to click as to why he was in
such a bad mood with me.
Steve must have gone into my wardrobe to do his clothes moving
hint and found that all the leather was missing. He must have
thought that I had thrown it all away, and that his dream was
over. I went to bed early as tomorrow was friday, and I was
looking forward to the next evening.
The day went quick and I was soon in the dry cleaners picking up
my clothing the smell was wonderful. I also bought some cream for
cleaning my boots, and thought that Steve would enjoy that job.
I drove home, and managed to smuggle everything up to my room. I
took a shower and put on a robe afterwards. I went into the
kitchen and poured a glass of wine to steady my nerves. Still
thinking that I had thrown away my leather Steve again barely
acknowledged that I was there.
I left him eating with a smile inside, knowing what was in his
mind but also knowing what was in mine.
Back in my room I dropped my robe and slipped on a simple black
satin chemise. I then looked through my leather skirts, and chose
a black one that came to mid-thigh. I pulled the cold leather up
my legs thinking that I should also wear some hold up stockings
too, which I did. I chose a leather bolero jacket to go with this
look as it would show off the chemise.
The hardest choice was the boots as I did not want to go for the
full hooker look yet, just classy and sexy. Finally I picked a
pair with three inch heels, and came just below my knees. I put
on some make-up and took a look in the mirror. For posterity I
took a selfie of my reflection in the mirror.
I took a deep breath and a last slug of my wine, and walked down
the stairs. I enjoyed the sound of my heels on the wooden floor
of the hallway and put my hand on the kitchen door handle. I
could hear Steve washing the dishes and my heart pounding.
It was now or never, another deep breath, and I turned the
handle and stepped into the kitchen. Steve had his back to me at
the sink. I kept an eye on him as I walked over to the fridge. My
heels click clacked on the tiles and I saw Steve spin around at
the sound. And saw his eyes become full with lust.
I made a big show of bending over to reach for the wine bottle,
wriggling my ass at Steve as I did. I filled my glass, and
nervously turned around. Steve was like a cliché, his tongue was
almost hanging out and his eyes were fixed on me. I smiled and
asked him “what?”
Steve took a while to reply, telling me that he thought I looked
fantastic and asked if I was going out.
“No darling I am staying in and thought I would just chill out,
maybe watch a dvd or two. Why do you ask?”
I enjoyed the way he was stuttering and faltering, as I was
obviously having an effect on him. And I was sure I could see his
cock starting to harden.
“Well mom I have never seen you dress so sexily before I thought
you must be going on a date with some lucky guy”.
To check if he was really hooked, I told him I was going into
the lounge to see if there was anything on the tv. If he was
hooked he would follow me instead of going to his room and
playing with his pc.
I sat along the sofa, stretching out my booted legs, sipping my
wine. To my delight the lounge door opened and Steve entered,
before he sat down I asked him to get the wine bottle and another
glass. On his return I told him to refill my glass and pour
himself one too. His hand shook as he tried to pour mine, which I
found so cute.
Steve sat in the chair opposite as I flicked through the
channels. I could see, and sense his eyes on me all the time, and
at my every move. I made him refill my glass again, and decided
to make my move.
“Well hun it doesn’t look like there is much on the tv tonight
do you mind if I watch a dvd?”
Steve shook his head and I hit play on the remote. What Steve
did not know was that it was one of the fetish dvd’s I had bought
the previous day. His head really spun around when he saw what
was on the screen.
“What is this mom!” he said nervously.
“Well dear I thought you may enjoy it seeing as how my leather
outfits have been moving about my wardrobe on their own. Did you
not think I would notice or was it all a big hint?”
Steve went bright red, but to his credit replied.
“Well mom to be honest I have found you to be so attractive for
quite a while now, and when I went snooping and found your
leather clothes. Well you just became such a fantasy figure for
me. I kept dreaming about you. And yes it was kind of a hint.”
I looked him straight in the eyes.
“And tell me dear boy did you wank that cock that is getting so
hard now as you thought about your mom dressed like a slut?”
He nodded not meeting my eyes. I decided to tease him further.
“You dirty bastard, come here and take off your jeans and boxers
and get over my lap. You not too young to get a spanking from
your mother”
Steve stood right in front of me, he almost had a smirk on his
face, thinking he would surprise me with the size of his cock. He
obviously did not know I had spied on him in the shower. He slid
his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them, now he just had
on his boxers, which showed a nice outline and a small wet spot
at the end of his cock. I pulled the boxers down exposing his
hard large cock.
I could not stop myself licking my lips in anticipation. But to
get him really hard I decided to press my boots together and get
him to put his cock between them.
Once I could feel his cock through the leather of my boots I
decided it was time for a chat.
“Steve darling very slowly, I want you to fuck my boots” I saw
his eyes widen at the sound of me using the “fuck” word.
“Well Steve here we are doing what I am sure neither of us
thought would ever happen in a million years. But there has to be
a few ground rules. Firstly, you are to take off any passwords on
your pc and never clear the history. It made mommy wet, reading
what you had written. And you must not ever show my face when you
share my pictures. Lastly keep your mouth shut we could be put in
prison for this, keep quiet, and mommy will be the slut you
always fantasised about. Deal?”
Steve nodded his agreement, so I upped the anti. “Now stand up
and let mommy taste that wonderful cock.”
Steve stood up close to my face and the cock bobbed across my
face. I was so turned on, I felt so alive, so naughty, and oh so
slutty. I took hold of his cock and brought it to my lips,
licking the end with my tongue.
The taste of Steve’s pre cum was so sweet and tasty, and so
plentiful. In my hand, I could feel him throb and knew he would
not last long. At least we had all night and a young man like him
should not take too long to recover.
I marvelled at his cock now I was so close to it. It was indeed
a ten incher. “Oooh what a lucky slutty mommy” I thought as I
sealed my ruby lips around the big crimson cockhead.
I could smell the aroma I never realised I had missed so much.
The aroma of a mans groin and cock. I moved the cockhead between
my lips, making Steve fuck just my lips for now. I could feel
more pre cum drip onto my tongue as I did this. I was in heaven,
and buzzing as it was so sexy and depraved.
I began to slide my lips up and down Steve’s cock, taking him
further and further into my mouth. I took his cock out of my
mouth for a moment “when you are ready to cum force your cock as
deep down mommy’s throat as you can and hold her head there
hunni”
I went back to sucking on his throbbing ten incher, slipping my
fingers into my pussy. I felt his cock starting to pulse and knew
it wouldn’t be long now.
Steve put his hands on the back of my head, and I took a deep
breath, ready for him to force me to deep throat him. Then it
happened, he pushed my head towards his groin. I tried to gag,
spittle came out of the corners of my mouth, and my eyes watered.
God I wanted this, to be used like a slut, by my own son.
I was now having to breathe through my nose, but still not
getting enough oxygen. I do not know whether it was that, or the
depravity of it all but I was getting light headed.
Just as I thought I was going to pass out with my son bucking
his groin against my face. Cock to the hilt in my face, Steve
began to cum. And it was not just that little bit that my ex
hubby used to produce. It was lots, and I mean lots.
There was so much and it was coming out so quick that I couldn’t
swallow fast enough some went up my nose and some exploded out of
my sealed lips. Still Steve’s cock pulsed and gave out its stream
of cum.
Finally he ceased and slid his cock out of my mouth. Its slimy
head dripped cum across my face. As I tried to get my breathing
back to normal, I begged him to take a photo on my phone for me.
I must have looked such a slutty mess.
As I recovered, swallowing the rest of the cum I looked at the
picture. It was so hot. There was cum all over my face, and on my
satin satin chemise as well as my leather jacket.
I got Steve to get another bottle of wine ready and went to
freshen up my make-up. I wiped the cum off my clothes and face,
with my fingers and could not resist eating all the cum from
them. I washed my face and decided to redo my make up into a real
slutty look.
I decided as no subterfuge was needed any more, I would go for
the full slut look. I put on one of my leather miniskirts and a
leather vest, spending a while with a silver gel pen writing
“slut mommy” on it in big letters.
I covered the ruined cum stained stockings by putting on my
thigh boots. Satisfied, and after taking another picture, I
returned to the lounge. I gave Steve one of his presents from the
sex shop, and asked him to put it on. It was a nice pair of
leather shorts, which hugged him so well. As I inspected the fit
I traced my finger around the outline of his cock.
We drank and hugged on the sofa, and shared a hot kiss as we
stroked each others bodies. Soon I judged that Steve had
recovered enough from the blow job I had given him earlier, so I
stroked his cock through the shorts to get him rock hard.
Once I was happy, I got him to take them off, and once again
took him into my mouth. This time there was an aroma from the
leather shorts as well as my pussy. His cock too, tasted
different then I remembered that I was tasting a mixture of his
sperm, and my pussy juices.
His cock was now nicely slickened from my saliva, and I knew my
pussy was certainly wet enough. I knew that taking such a big
cock after so many years of abstinence would hurt, but I was so
high on depravity that I wanted it to hurt.
“Ok big boy, time to give your mother the fucking you have
dreamed of. Punish her, for denying you for so long, by being as
rough as you like son.”
Putting my thigh boots on his shoulders Steve lined his cock
with my pussy, or cunt as I now thought of it.
“Right ready slutty mom? I am going to give you the fucking a
naughty slut like you deserves”
Dirty talk had always turned me on, and I could feel my cunt
flood with juices as I nodded and said to Steve.
“Yes son I am your slut and cum dump. I want you to never waste
your cum again, but to feed it to your slutty mother.”
Steve thrust his hips into me forcing his big cock deep into my
pussy in one go. I gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as
his cock forced my cunt apart.
I had never taken such a big cock before, and the pain was
almost unbearable. My breathing grew ragged as Steve picked up
the pace. His groin slapped against mine. Sweat grew on his brow
as he inhaled the smell of my boots resting on his shoulder. I
think this spurred him on to really fuck me hard and fast. The
pain was giving away to pleasure now, despite me seeing a little
blood coming from my pussy. I was nearing my orgasm and from the
pulsing I could feel, so was Steve.
I have always found it very rare to cum at the same time as a
partner but boy did we manage it that evening. Steve started to
cum first, his face in a pain of anguish that he couldn’t last
longer. My pussy began to flood with his hot jism, which
triggered my own orgasm.
I swore like a trooper as I came, using what was left of my
pussy muscles to milk every drop of cum from Steve’s cock. He
slowly pulled his cock out which felt exquisite with the suction
as he removed it from its rightful place.
My cunt felt so open, as Steve let my aching legs down off his
shoulders. I begged him to take another picture of my pussy as it
oozed his cum onto the sofa.
We kissed and drank our wine as we toasted the changes in our
relationship. We were both exhausted, so taking hold of his cock
I pulled him along to the shower where we stripped, and washed
each other. We shared my bed for the first time that night and
many nights after that.