"Mother Knows Best" Chapters 1 and 2, by JValet.

Many thanks to the fans who wrote in with their ideas.  Keep 'em coming
if you want the story to keep going!  I need fuel for this fire, kids.

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Thanks go out to Hetero and Lou for their story ideas.  Keep 'em
coming, folks!

As well, kudos to zxcl on Lit once more for "Witchy Woman," the chief
source of inspiration for this story.

Oh, and congrats as well to Justaguy2 for continuing "Sexual Liberation
through Chemistry" (also on Literotica); hopefully it won't take 
another year before we see chapter three.  ;)

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Lynn checked her watch for the thirtieth time in an hour. One o'clock.
The incense must have burned out by now. It had only been one stick,
and a small one at that.

Softly turning the knob of Justin's bedroom, she was greeted with the
powerful perfume of the Dreamrood incense that she'd lit before her
son had gone to bed.

"It'll help you sleep," she told his doubtful face, a couple of hours
earlier. "My friend Marcy swears by them. Just try it. For me?"

Now, Lynn stood by his door, anxiously waiting for the last few wisps
of soporific smoke to waft out of the room. There was no sense in
entering into a trance herself, was there?

"Justin, honey? Are you asleep?" She called quietly from the doorway,
her heart pounding with excitement. Recieving no response, she slid
open the knot in her dressing gown, revealing the still-trim body of a
fit woman in her forties, one that never failed to turn heads. Just
not the head she wanted.

Shedding the gown, she padded over the soft carpet towards the
recumbent figure of her son. Pulling the covers away, Lynn gazed
hungrily at his slim, muscular form, clad only in a pair of boxer
briefs. As a final test to see how truly deep he was under, she
quickly pinched his sensitive upper thigh. Justin's leg twitched
reflexively, but his face remained a peaceful blank.

The bedsprings protested slightly as Lynn sat down next

to her son, her fingers running down his chest, relishing the smooth
young skin, the downy, kinky treasure trail that led her hand to the
fat slug of flesh stuffed in the left leg of his underwear. Slipping
her hand inside the slit in the front of the briefs, she fondled his
his hairy balls for a moment, savouring their size, and dreaming about
the creamy load inside them. Then she began to caress his cock,
feeling the flesh quickly fill with blood. Soon, it was a tall,
throbbing staff of boy-meat. A groan escaped Justin's lips while Lynn
played with his dick.

"Justin, honey?" She said softly, bending close to his ear. "I know
you're asleep, soooo deep asleep, but I want you to answer me as if
you were awake. Do you understand?"

"Yes," slipped past his lips. Lynn giggled with glee. Finally, after
all her planning, research, and so many horny, lonely nights,
everything was coming together!

"Sweetheart? Do you know who's talking to you right now?" She began to
stroke him slowly, taking her time, relishing the size and power of
his cock.

"Mom," he mumbled.

"Good boy," she squeezed the head of his dick lightly, as a reward.
"That's for being a good boy. Every time you give me a right answer,
you'll feel like this." She teased his cockhead again, and he moaned.
"Now, do you think mommy's pretty?"

"Yes." *Squeeze.* "You're beautiful, mom." *Squeeze squeeze.*
"Absolutely gorgeousssaaaaaahh..." Three hard pumps of his teenaged
staff drew a cry of pleasure from his lips.

"What about sexy? Do you think mommy's sexy?" It was a long shot, but
it had to be tried. A correct answer would mean a shortcut through
everything that would have to be otherwise done to wear down his
resistance.

He seemed to consider this. "No," Justin replied, after a moment's
deliberation. When no rewarding touch came, his body sagged with
disappointment.

"Honey? Do you know the saying, 'Mother knows best?'"

"Yes." *squeeze*

"Good. Now, anytime I ask you to do something, or tell you something
that seems wrong to you, I want you to remember that saying, because
it's the truest thing you've ever heard. Understand?"

"Yes." *Squeeze squeeze*

"So, who knows best?"

"You doooo..." Lynn palmed his glans, her hand slick with precum.

"Who's the sexiest woman you can think of? Who gets your big young
cock the hardest?"

"A-adriana Lima," he stammered. The name meant nothing to Lynn, but
judging by the speed at which certain parts of her mail disappeared,
she guessed that it was one of those lithe young sluts in the
Victoria's Secret Catalog.

"Yeah? Do you masturbate to her a lot?"

"Yes! YES!"

"Just once a day, or more than that?"

"T-two, three times a day. Once it was si- oh jeeeez! Oh god, oh six,
six times!" Lynn's pussy quivered at the thought of six times in one
day. Such a young stallion had to be bridled before someone else got
her claws into him.

"That's excellent, honey. What I want you to do is to keep spanking to
young Miss Lima, every chance you get. Every time you're alone in your
room, I want you stroking that pole to her. But when you're on the
verge of spilling your hot cream for her, it's my face you'll see, not
hers. My body, not hers. Do you understand?"

"Yes! I under-oooh, I understaaahnd!"

"Whose face will you see?"

"Yours! Yours!"

"Whose body?"

"Yours, mom...yours!"

"That's right, and when you do, you'll feel as hot, and hard, and
horny as you are right now...hornier than you've ever felt before, and
you won't be able to stop yourself from cumming, from spewing all that
wonderful cum as hard as you can. Now repeat that back to me"

"I won't be ahhhble to st-stop myself from cum-cum-cumming, when I see
your face, your boooody!"

"Not hers?"

"No, not-not HERS!" Lynn had slipped her mouth over his cock, her
plush lips stretching to the limit to accomodate the mammoth pole. Her
tongue swept the underside, relishing the fresh taste of her son's
virgin dick. Idly, she considered simply mounting him right then and
there, fucking his wee little brains out. But as much as she needed
this young spear plowing her soaking pussy, Lynn knew she had to wait.
This had to proceed slowly, or else the conditioning might break, or
his mind might break. And while she harboured the most unholy lust for
the boy, he was still her son.

With a sigh, she pulled her head off his dick.

"Excellent. Now, you're going to forget we had this conversation, but
you'll remember what I told you to do, won't you?"

"Yessss," he hissed through clenched teeth while she played with his
cock.

"Good boy. You'll sleep soundly tonight, and in the morning you'll
awake refreshed, and as horny as you are right now. You'll ask me if I
can give you more Dreamrood tomorrow night. Understand?"

"Oh, god YES!" His hips pumped as he strove to fuck her clenching
fist.

"Sweet dreams, darling. And I'll see you in the morning." Giving his
cock one last pump, Lynn rose, and kissed him once on the forehead, a
motherly gesture made obscene by the massive dick that quivered with
lust by her design.

Standing, she scooped her robe from the floor and returned to her own
room, a hot date with her vibrator in the offing. Lynn smiled as she
closed her son's door, knowing that soon "Mr. Happy" would be as
obsolete as rotary phones.

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Lynn sat next to her son at the dinner table, watching him wolf down 
his supper as fast as he could.  Even though her husband had been gone
for years, they still sat in their usual spots, Lynn at the head and 
Justin in the nearest seat on the outside.

Justin, for his part, kept his head down, and tried to look at Lynn as
little as humanly possible.  Every time she'd seen him today, he had 
taken one look, blushed a red so deep it was almost purple, and ran 
for his bedroom to hide.

Watching his cute butt run back up the stairs, Lynn had pictured him 
stroking that huge young cock of his again, spewing all that sweet
virgin cream while thinking of her.  She, herself, had had to retreat
to her own bedroom once today to take care of the ache between her slim
thighs.

"Justin, honey," she touched his hand.  He jerked as though proded with
a hot poker, and flushed again.  

"Are you okay?  You seem awfully quiet, today."  It was difficult to 
keep the laughter out of her voice, though she did feel somewhat bad 
for the intense guilt he must be feeling.  _Don't worry, baby.  That'll
all go away soon.  This is just the first step._

His eyes met hers for just a moment, then flicked back down to his
plate as his colour deepened.  "No.  I'm fine, mom."  Typical sullen 
answer from a teenager.  Then again, it's not as if she was expecting
him to say, _Gee, mom.  I jerked off five times today, and every time I
came, I was thinking of you and not the pretty young thing in your 
lingerie catalogue.  I don't know why, but it was so hot, I just 
couldn't stop myself._

While she sought his hand again, her other had slipped underneath the
table to surreptitiously rub the front of her little khaki shorts, the 
ones that made all of Justin's friends goggle at her as she walked 
through a room, their eyes glued to her beautiful legs, or her
succulent little ass as it sashayed past.  A chorus of cock, all for
her, all those hard young dicks saluting her still-gorgeous body.  Only
once had she dared to sample from the herd of bright young studs that
Justin regularly led through her house, a delightful Latino boy whose
parents were moving the next day, taking him somewhere he could tell 
all his friends about the hot soccer mom who fucked his virginity 
away.  Lynn's cunt quivered, remembering that slim, powerful body beneath hers, his hips slamming against her tight, muscular form, his
cock plowing her tight, underused pussy.  He'd gone all night, after
Justin went to bed, and all she could think while the young bull fucked
her to one gushing orgasm after another was _Justin's bigger than this.
He's stronger, too.  I wish this was him, I wish it was his cock buried
inside me._  Once, she thought she'd even cried out his name, but Oscar
had taken no notice.

While she pawed her cunt underneath the table, Justin finished his 
supper, and rose, taking his dishes into the kitchen.  He hurried back
out again, heading upstairs to "safety."  Lynn grinned, watching him 
go.

"Wanna rent a movie tonight?"  She asked his cute little butt.  He 
stopped short on the second stair, and blushed again.

"Yeah, sure.  Whatever."  His feet pounded their way back towards his
room, and Lynn unbuttoned her shorts, giving her questing fingers free
access to the wet pussy inside.  While he was in his room, he'd be 
cumming for her, and when he wasn't in his room, she'd take every pain 
to remind him that he had.

*	*	*

The scent of Dreamrood wafted out as she opened his door and she 
breathed deeply of it, knowing that it smelt of submission, sex, and 
the fruits of a well-laid plan.

The deep, steady breaths of her son let Lynn know that he was once
more in the grips of the Dreamrood incense, his body inert, his mind
laid open to suggestion.  Slipping out of her silk dressing gown, she 
softly padded over to Justin's bed.  

"Justin, honey?"  She softly called, "do you remember what I told you
last night?  The truest thing you've ever heard?"

"Mother knows best," he mumbled.

"Excellent," she said, leaning down to kiss him on the chest.  "Now how
did you feel today?"

"Horny. Guilty."  The two words almost seemed to fight their way out of
his mouth.  Lynn gave him a congratulatory fondle, feeling his limp
cock rapidly rise to the occasion.  Her soft, plush lips kissed their 
way through the downy hair running from his navel to his boxers.

"Because you kept seeing me when you masturbated?"  Her voice was 
muffled by his body, but the question was clear.

"Yes," he hissed as her little fingers slipped inside the boxers.

"How did you see me when you came?"  Her lips stretched almost 
painfully wide to accomodate the large head of his cock.

Justin seemed to think about this while his mom's head bobbed up and down on his dick, sending as yet unknown thrills of pleasure through
his virgin body.

"I don't, ah!  Know.  Just, you know, youuuuu."  He grunted as he hit
bottom in his mom's throat, and she swallowed around him.

Lynn slid him out of her mouth, and gave Justin a hard look.  That 
wouldn't do.  If he didn't start seeing her for the sexy bitch she was,
he wouldn't come around.  He'd just go crazy with guilt, and she 
definitely didn't want _that_ to happen.

"Alright, here's what you're going to do," she said, alternating the
words between slurps on his cock.  "When I get home from work
tomorrow..."

*	*	*

The following afternoon, Lynn arrived home and, as usual, kissed her
son on the forehead as he zoned out in front of the TV.  Once more, he
blushed and jerked away from her touch.  Smiling inwardly, she turned 
and mounted the stairs, heading for her bedroom.  

The stiff white fabric of her white shirt-dress was a little
uncomfortable in the summer heat, but it hugged her every curve like a
lover's caress.  A little inappropriate for work, maybe, but she
certainly hadn't heard any complaints; there had been more than a few
wolf-whistles from the construction yard across from her building,
though.  It didn't hurt matters that the top three buttons were undone,
revealing a lot of tanned cleavage, nor that there was a five-inch slit
in the knee-length skirt, showing off a fair amount of leg.  The high-
heeled white sandals almost definitely helped.

Entering her bedroom, Lynn pushed the door to, but not shut.  A crack
between door and frame opened up, just wide enough for an observer 
to see the foot of the bed, and her full-length mirror just beyond.

Sitting on the foot of her bed, Lynn unbound her long, silky hair, and
sent it tumbling down over her shoulders as she shook her head.  If a
floorboard creaked in the hall outside, she showed no sign of hearing
it.  In the mirror, Lynn thought she saw the door move, ever so 
slightly, the crack opening just a bit.

Looking at her reflection, she began teasing open the buttons of her
dress, one by one, creating a deep vee of flesh that slowly widened as
her bosom pushed the lapels wider.  When she reached the last button
at her waist, Lynn shrugged out of the fabric.  Her breasts, perfect
handfuls of lightly tanned titflesh, bobbed into view, capped by little
pink nipples that crinkled in the air.  Still staring at her own
reflection, Lynn cupped one tit and started to play with the nipple, 
mewling quietly.

"Ooooh, yeah, honey," she murmured to an unseen lover, "pinch my
nipple, suck it into your mouth.  Bite it.  Harder.  Harder!"  Lynn
gasped loudly as she twisted it hard, biting her lip as if to keep
quiet.  

Standing, she let the rest of the dress puddle around her dainty feet.
Kicking it to one side, she surveyed her body.  If there was an
observer, sitting outside her door, cock in hand, masturbating
furiously without any real idea as to why, he had a doubly good view
of her trim form.  From behind, he could see the way her curly brown 
locks tickled the small of her back, just above the tight, round curves
of her buttocks; a tiny white thong bisected the ripe globes of her 
ass, the scandalously small string drawing the eye down through the 
deep, delicious crevice between her cheeks to the barely-contained,
pouting peach of her pussy.  Her legs went "all the way up," muscles
sharply defined by the tall heels she was perched upon.  The reflection
in the mirror was no less appealing. Pouty, smiling lips promised 
unknown delights to young flesh.  Both hands fondled and pinched
sensitive, firm mammaries that were by no means huge, but fit her slim
frame perfectly.  A trim abdomen led to a slender waist, and the low-
cut white panties with a lacy pattern _just_ sheer enough to prove no
evidence of much pubic hair.

"You've still got it, baby," Lynn told her reflection.  "There's not
a man alive who could resist _this_."  Licking her lips greedily, one
hand stole down inside her panties, fondling the slick flesh within.
She moaned, and after a moment, brought wet fingers back up, taking 
time to lick each one clean.  If there was a thud outside, as of 
someone reeling in arousal and surprise, she gave no notice.

"God, I need _cock_," she complained.  "Some nice, big, hard, young
_cock_.  Someone to plow me all night, and still ask for more in the
morning.  Someone like..."  Lynn looked in the mirror, eyeing not
herself, but the widening crack.

Had someone been outside, pants around his knees, fucking his fist as
furiously as only a teenager can, he would have seen her walk out of
sight, towards the night stand, and heard a drawer open.  

"This'll have to do, I guess."  Lynn walked back into view, completely
naked now, the landing strip of pubic hair pointing the way to her
cunt.  In her hand was a surprisingly realistic rubber dong.  If there
was someone outside, he might have thought, "not as big as mine,"
proudly, though without knowing why.  She kissed the thick head of the 
imitation cock, drooling wetly over the rubber.  Sitting down at the
foot of her bed again, she ran the dildo down between her breasts,
and over her trim tummy, leaving a shining path of saliva.  By the time
it reached the apex of her thighs, Lynn was lying back on her bed,
upper body out of field of vision, but beautiful legs and delicious ass
still very much in view.  

"Yessss," she hissed, "I just _love_ that beautiful boy-cock of yours,
honey.  Why don't you stop teasing me and just put that fucking dick in
my hot cunt?  Oh gaaaawd, yes... I can feel all that hard meat just
filling me up, stretching my poor little pussy.  It's soooo tight,
isn't it?   That's because I haven't been fucked by a real man in a
long, long time, baby.  My ex was a dickless wonder, I could hardly 
feel him inside me at all; but you, you've got sooo much _cock_, so 
_big_, so _hard_.  But who told you to take it slow?  When I want you
to make love to me, I'll tell you.  Right now, I just want to be
fucked, fast and hard.  Your big cock has got me right on the edge, and
I want you to pound me right over.  Oh, shit yeah, that's right, fuck
me harder, I want to feel those big balls of yours slap my asshole.
Harder, you young fucker!  Ream my little pussy!  If pound mamma's cunt 
good, maybe I'll let you take my ass!  Oh, yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuckme! 
FuckmefuckmefuckmefuckMEEEEEE!!!"  Her voice became a wordless cry of 
pleasure as she fucked herself into orgasm, her voice so loud that
there was no way she could have heard a muffled grunt outside the door,
no way she could have heard the wet splats that followed, no way she
could have heard the rustle of desperate hands wiping up a sticky mess
with a shirt.

Ten minutes later, she strode out of her room again, comfortably clad
in a white tank-top and those little khaki shorts.  Eyeing her
doorframe, she noted a shimmering mess on the painted wood, somewhat 
poorly cleaned up.  Sticking a finger in it, Lynn noted that it was 
still warm, and incredibly thick.  "Sweet too," she muttered with a
smile as she tasted her fingertip.  It was his first real tribute to
her, and it tasted like victory.

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Suggestions?  This story has thus far been built more or less entirely
out of reader suggestions.  Though I've got my own ideas, I'd really 
like to hear yours; they've got a much higher chance of getting into
the story than usual, so send 'em along to: jvalet45@netscape.net

Thanks!


  

