Seduce Me

    Seduce Me

    ==== 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 backpackonto the kitchen table， and come up behind me at the sink. He put hishands 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 thefact 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 feelingsbegan again.

    Somehow ， lately ， I was getting these very strange thoughts， andurges whenever he was around， and sometimes when he wasn't. To all intentsand appearances ， it was all quite innocent， but I was becoming moreand 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 anddrink ， and we can talk about it."

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

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

    Lately， the strangest images were floating in my mind whenever hewas 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 thinkit was his way of saying "thanks" for a good meal ， when he wasn't doingthe clean up himself.

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 I'd shaken my head to clear the thoughtand he'd taken that as an indication to stop， and had withdrawn.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

    Later ， as I was helping him with his homework ， leaning over thedesk where he sat ， another "sensation" struck me. I watched his handson the desk ， holding a book and pencil， but "felt" a hand sliding upmy leg from behind， slipping fingers between my thighs ， until theycaressed the lips of my vulva through my panties. My knees almost buckledat the perception and I had to hold the desk to avoid collapsing. He seemedcompletely unaware of what I was going through， even as the "sensation"of a hand continued roaming under my dress and I "felt" the fingers slideacross my bottom， dipping into the crevice between my cheeks ， caressingmy bum hole until it tingled outrageously. My entire lower body was afireat the "imagined touch" of…… what …… my son ？

    And ， on another occasion when I'd let him rub my shoulders as Idid the dishes after dinner ， I again knew his hands were gently attendingto my shoulders but "sensed" fingers sliding down and around my bottom，cupping my cheeks and slipping in between my thighs. Even when I knewhe 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 pubichair over my mons ， while…… what seemed like his hard penis rubbedbetween the cheeks of my bottom.

    Even when I moaned， and whispered "thanks baby ， that feels so goodto these old muscles" and slid slightly backwards towards him ， he steppedback so we avoided actually touching， except his hands on my shoulders.That movement was enough however， to break the revere 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 goingin opposite directions， and I began to notice gentle ， timid caresses.First my bottom began to get "brushed." Every so often， my breasts wouldget 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 pussymound when we stood close to each other.

    But now ， he could be sitting at the table on the other side of theroom and I could still "feel" fingers sliding across my bra to gentlysqueeze my breasts and rub my nipples. More than once it seemed a handwould "rub" against my bottom ， or fingers would "trace" the outlineof my panties and "slide" along the valley between by cheeks， and I'dturn 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 stillproperly dressed. More and more in my own day dreaming， I was ever unsureif I was dressed or not ， or if I'd remembered to put on a bra ， orpanties ， and would pause to check. But even then， though sure I hadn'tundressed myself（for some reason ）， I couldn't stop the tinkling sensationsthat often made me damp ， no ， wet…… Nor could I stop the occasionalthoughts of sexual play ， or lovemaking…… in all its manifestations.

    And it was getting worse. Now every so often， even when he wasn'taround， the brief thought of his kisses on my thighs began to appearin my mind. More than once， I found myself wandering into the thoughtof him massaging and sucking my breasts ， only to realize my nippleswere quite aroused， and wanting attention. All too often of late ， I'dpause in what I was doing to let my imagination ever so briefly wanderaway with the picture of him sliding slowly up from the mists of my minduntil 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 selfministration， the image of his hard cock replacing my finger ， slidingin and out of my hot and needy pussy， made the resulting climax far morereal…… almost fulfilling.

    And now ， as I moved about the kitchen preparing his snack ， I feltthe excitement growing to an alarming level. I was constantly aware ofmy entire body tingling …… my nipples growing aroused as they rubbedinside my bra ， my breasts feeling heavy and full， wanting the massageof his fingers， my pussy lips beginning to dilate and moisten， my bottomexcited by the thought of his "touches，" my thighs brushing each otheras I squeezed them together to keep the juices from flowing ， my bottomcheeks tensing at the thought of his penis rubbing against them ， intentupon 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'sso confusing？"

    ==== Chapter Two， The Plan ====

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

    As she sat down ， I couldn't tell if it was working， but imaginedit 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" stuffwas a crock.

    But I so wanted to touch and taste her， and certainly， not as ason. It took all my control to maintain the "distance" and "propriety."

    So， whenever around her， I would try to project these images oflovemaking. I tried to maintain the perception of an innocent son whenall 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 someday 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 thoughtsof my hands on her breasts， or my lips sucking her nipples ， or my tongueslipping in and out of her cunt ， or my fingers sliding around her bottom，inside her cheeks and stroking her puckered bung hole ， using her hotjuice 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. Mostexciting was thinking about lying between her thighs and slowly movingup until my cock was just about to enter her， or thinking about slidingher panties down from behind and slipping my dick in between the cheeksof 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 herfrom behind ， mesmerized by the movement of her hips and bottom as shemoved about the room， and imagine my cock sliding up into her tight butthole. 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 toomuch. The only way I could control it was when， on occasion， I wouldrub her shoulders ， I made it a game. Somehow， standing behind her，I managed to concentrate on only touching her back and shoulders. I resistedthe urges to reach around and touch her breasts …… making almost a gameof it by setting a boundary around her bra and panties， and never gettingclose enough to touch either. And perhaps the hardest part， other thanmy dick rising to attention on these occasions， was avoiding the temptationto rub my cock against her bottom. It was almost impossible to sit acrossthe room and think about undressing and ravishing her without doing it.And ， when rubbing her shoulders directly， it took every bit of strengthto keep my hands from roaming to follow my thoughts.

    But more and more I was undressing her. My Mom， was really quitepretty with lovely shoulder length hair ， the right height and eyes thatcould at times bore right through you. More captivating ， she had theperkiest breasts and roundest ， firmest bottom I'd ever had the pleasureof touching or brushing against. And the mound cresting her long slenderwell proportioned legs， was like a magnet drawing my eyes to inspectevery movement in the attempt to discern the many different approachesto 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 clothingand hers almost always revealed an exquisite outline to the discerningeye. When she sat on the couch， or a chair ， her posture always provideda "hint" of what she had to offer.

    When in shorts， her full rounded butt always beckoned for my palmsto cup her cheeks. The mound over her pussy always seemed to protrudeslightly， a little more prominently than her trim tummy， begging tobe uncovered so I could run my fingers through her pubic hair and strokeit 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 herbra could be clearly seen through a light summer blouse. And every sooften ， fate would smile and she'd wear an almost sheer bra under a lighttop ， and I could see her dark areolas ， and perky nipples creatingtheir 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 pantycovered passion nest. Mom was the complete woman and often preferred dresses，unfortunately cut to an appropriate length. But every so often， as shesat on the couch， or crossed her legs， a brief vision of lovelinessand 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 ofthe exquisite differences ， I'd had the unparalleled opportunity to rubher legs after a long day at the office.

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

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

    At this point ， she was breathing evenly ， quite comfortable andseemed sound asleep. And I was scared to death， as I strained to seemore 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. Icould even see where the panties slid up into the folds of what I wouldlater learn was her pussy.

    But in my impatience or excitement， I sought to spread her legs evenfurther ， and as if by reflex， her thighs closed and she turned a biton the couch and woke up. That night， while getting hard was nothingnew ， a curious new strain developed ， as I wondered more and more aboutgirls in general， the mystery of women ， and the captivating charmsof 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 Irecognized how hard it was for her to work everyday to support us andto also find time to help me as I grew. In many ways， she'd devoted herselfto "us" and took very little time for herself. She did date a bit ， butit never seemed to go anywhere， or last with any one guy ， and aftera couple of dinners ， or movies， the guys would disappear. But I'm prettysure none of them ever scored on her.

    So I pitched in whenever or wherever I could. I really enjoyed hercompany ， and we joked and teased a lot.

    We even got into a couple of playful tussles when I was younger andwe'd wrestled around. In many ways， that too was an experience ， andI found myself drawn to standing near or next to her so I could brushagainst her body. This was easy enough as the house was small and quarterssomewhat tight. More as a scary and titillating experiment， I began toslip 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 letmy arm swing so my knuckles would ever so slightly caress that mysteriousmound under her stomach. These were quick surreptitious efforts on mypart to "check her out" and often resulted in delicious memories in thenight. That is， until I brashly took it a little to far.

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

    Mom as usual had me pinned to the floor ， on my stomach， arm lockedbehind me ， and was tickling the back of my neck with her hair as sheleaned over trying to get me to concede. Somehow or other ， I managedto wriggle free and turn the tables ， and her around so I was sittingbehind 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 andstarted the normal sensations of an instinctively horny young man. I'dnever realized just how full， and firm ， and soft ， and exciting herbreasts were. As she squirmed ， her dress had slid up around her hipsand I could see her bare legs and flashing panties. And as I held hertight ， despite the exertion ， my cock began to swell as it rubbed againsther bottom.

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

    I guess it was the combination of my hands on her butt， actuallysliding under her panties ， and my stiffening cock pressed against herlower stomach ， that caused her to suddenly jerk and roll away from meand 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 themovie 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 haverelived the tussling， over and over and over. But the touching sort ofended after that.

    As I got older， and hung out with other guys ， I'd begun to pickup quite a bit of "neighborhood sex education" listening to the olderfellows ， and occasionally getting my hands on a skin mag or two. Butthe pictures weren't all that good， or a little to graphic ， and thestories were all too rough. That is ， until I stumbled on one that ，at first was a little off beat， but intrigued me nonetheless. It wasone of those quick and to the point stories about a mother who wantedto suck her son's cock. One moment the thought， the next paragraph he'spumping 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" Andeven more fascinating were the pictures of guys sucking girls' pussies.But the pictures of "overly well hung" studs（Jeez， do they come thatbig without some medical help ） and well used women with wide open gashesand humongous tits was a little intimidating. I guess you need 8 or moreinches to get those gals to spread it for you.

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

    ==== Chapter Three， The Approach ====

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

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

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

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

    "But they all seem so silly at times， and only want to gossip aboutstuff ……" he said dejectedly. "At least with Debby we could have a decentconversation 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 datingthing ， and what guys and girls are supposed to do …… It used to bewe could just get together and hang out …… and now everybody is pairingup…… 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 theother stuff ， and maybe get stuck and miss the chance to meet someonereally 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'tmean 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'thave to get 'too' involved with anyone， and there are a lot of peopleyou haven't even met yet."

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

    I felt a twinge of guilt as I realized， perhaps， I wasn't providingwell enough ， but then remembered how I grew up. "Baby ， you reallydon'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 luckygirl."

    "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'tthe only one to …… well …… you know …… practice stuff with……"he said ， eyes still on the table. "But I don't seem to get it …… wheneverI 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 youmay not like." I paused a moment， and then continued. "First ， you'reprobably 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 taketime to grow. And if you want a strong， sturdy ， cultivated tree， notlike one in the woods that grows wild and fights with the environmentaround it ， you have to tend it with love， and…… like I said， quitea bit of patience." I laughed a little and added， "of course the differenceis a tree won't ever love you back， but the right girl could fulfillyour every fantasy and knock your socks off in the process."

    "The second thing you have to consider is that most girls your agereally don't know what they want. And it doesn't get a whole lot betteras they get older …… because as they do begin to figure out what theywant， there's a tendency to play games while they experiment." I pauseda moment， thoughtfully ， before plunging on. "When they become women，and a little more mature， and a little more sure of what they do anddon't want， it's a little easier ， but not much. Men and women are soalike ， yet so completely different， that it's hard sometimes for themto fully relate …… people have to remember to try and think like theother sex a little， to appreciate what they want ， so you can give itto 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 breastsbeing massaged and my nipples …… sucked.

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

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

    Struggling now to keep my composure ， and feeling the blood rushingthrough me as my breath quickened and my juices began to flow ， and mynipples grew more sensitive and …… "Your body is changing ， creatinghormones you never had to deal with before， and they may be making youa little more aggressive， so maybe you're moving a little too fast forthe girls your age." Taking another deep breath ， I plunged on ， knowingI had to end this and get away， to compose myself before I lost controland ……

    "I guess， like most kids today ， you've learned your 'techniques'from the movies. But you have to remember that movies are only an hourand a half to two hours long. In that framework ， the hero is supposedto 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 someoneinto a relationship …… like they do in the movies."

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

    "Tell you what" I struggled to finish ， "why don't you make an effortto go out every other night for the next couple of weeks， but with someonenew 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 insidemy vagina began to arise. My bung hole was itching so bad I wanted toreach 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 upsaying， "and then， we can talk about how you feel ， and what you wantafter you've done a little running around. Who knows， it may be an almostcomplete waste of time， but you're young ， and maybe you'll run intoa few guys and gals who are a little more in tune with you. But you haveto get out and broaden your horizons. Maybe you've been spending too muchtime 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 thehead. As I moved， I "felt" the sensations quickening ， as if "someoneelse" was already rubbing my bottom to soothe the agitation in my bunghole， while the cock slid slowly up into me， filling me ， creatingjuices that I'd though had dried up long ago.

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

    ==== 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 knockyour socks off in the process."

    " …… When they become women ， and a little more mature ， and alittle 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 drivingme crazy.

    Maybe she's right. I do need a different perspective. I do need toget 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 "motherand 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 noneof 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 readyfor bed. She smelled sweet and fresh， and I couldn't ， wouldn't quellthe images she evoked. She was in her regular almost knee length cottonnightgown. But I could see the outline of her breasts ， and the littletents her nipples made. And ， as she paused in the bathroom doorway，I could see the shapely outline of her tapered waist， rounded hips andperfect thighs through the gown as the light accented her curves. Andas she turned ， the silhouette her full， firm breasts swayed into viewwith her nipples clearly pushing the fabric out.

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

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

    As I massaged my engorged member， thinking about fucking her ， Icouldn't choose between sliding between her trembling ， thrusting thighs，or the picture of her slowly licking me ， hold me tightly down near myballs ， 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 thatI couldn't wait. I needed some real release and maybe she was right. Ineeded to find someone else ， someone who wanted to do it right now，and drifted off to sleep.

    ==== 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 andthough worn by the earlier bout ， I had another tremendous climax.

    This time ， I felt thoroughly fucked ， with slow， steady insistentstrokes 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 mymouth …… to the point that I was actually gulping as my vagina twitchedand convulsed and …… I came.

    I lay there ， exhausted， falling asleep ， the most relaxed I'dbeen 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 ina trance while he took my clothes off. No ， he was slowly sliding hisdick into my bottom ， and I was actually pushing backwards to get himinside 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 rapingme…… again…… and again…… and…… No ， I was letting him undressme…… waiting to feel his hot cock slide up into me…… and sliding hisshorts down ， wanting to suck his young virgin cock， and……

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

    Shaking as I showered ， physically completely relaxed， yet mentallyanxious ， a bit edgy or worried， I wondered if I was going out of mymind.

    As I got ready for work ， I tried to rationalize what was going on.Perhaps everyone went through these "dreams" when they were deprived ofsex. Perhaps subliminal messages were transmitted by the body to the braindemanding something not experienced in too long. But the thoughts aboutmy "son ！" Where did they come from？ Even if he didn't know the secretabout 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. Hewas the perfect gentleman ， in virtually every way. He did his choresand more. He attended to me with the utmost propriety and courtesy. Wellalmost， except for the few occasions when he was younger and seemed tobe "exploring" the only woman handy （smiling ， now at the pun ）。

    But seriously ， I really do loved that boy and would do anythingfor him ……

    I can't let my "problem" affect our relationship. But he's gettingolder and things are getting to that really complicated stage ， and Ijust 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 womenhe's curious about…… but I can't.

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

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

    I was pleased to hear him making arrangements and taking advantageof the advice I'd given ， to seek the company of others. And I missedhim 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 returnand polite kiss on the cheek as he went off to bed.

    We still had plenty of time in the evenings and on the weekends tostay connected， so I could keep track of what he was up to and who hewas beginning to hang around with ， and what he thought about this orthat. I learned about the old friends and the new acquaintances. A coupleof times he came home rather preoccupied， sometimes quite flushed， onceor 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 inmy own bed……

    As they became more intermittent， I began to …… look forward tothem. 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 analmost fulfillment. The only real problem was "that afternoon" at workthat started with the "touching" and "stroking" and "rubbing" I felt allover， and particularly the nipple "sucking" that almost drove me intodelirium， that grew and grew until the evening.

    The whole evening was absolute decorum as I fought for control untilI 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 hewent out on another "date ，" while I waited for his return.

    And the few hours he was gone ， the pressure seemed a little lessprovocative ， so I didn't do anything to seek self gratification. I thoughtit 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 withmy son. They seem most intense when he's around ， or at least in thehouse ， 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 itwould be wrong，…… for an older woman and a young man …… and it wouldn'treally be incest.

    ==== 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 mindlessconcerns and prattle of her girl friends. And she still had a "body" butno where near as voluptuous or tempting …… or forbidden …… or ……as…… available…… as ……

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

    And the other girls ， were …… engaging …… and not. None wereas 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 oftheir "prior" experiences.

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

    Mom always waited up， and though I often went home in frustrationfrom a "date，" I always wanted to make sure she could go to bed…… withoutworrying 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 stopthe 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 sensuousand ， to me， begging for my attention or reaction. One night， as Itook a turn at the clean up after dinner， she came up behind me and beganmassaging my shoulders as I so often did hers. As usual ， she thankedme for pitching in， and mentioned how tired she was from her day at theoffice on her feet. I of course offered to return her favor of the shoulderrub with a foot massage when the dishes were done. But she deferred ，saying something about "not wanting me to touch her smelly feet that hadbeen running around all day ……" But before I could protest and profferagain ， 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 usedto sit on my backside to rub my back……？" And I could vaguely remembertimes 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 theseparation between the half moons of her butt cheeks， with my balls restingjust outside her pussy， wondering if I would ever have that opportunityagain.

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

    I finished cleaning up as I heard the shower and let pictures of hernaked ， pelted by the water stream ， dance in my head. I turned on theTV 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 nightclothes 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 thighsand 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 seatedbefore my hardening cock became obvious. As I sat and shifted myself andpulled her feet back into my lap， I asked， "a little lotion for thelady？" 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 beganmassaging 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 mynow fully upright cock. I spent an inordinate amount of time on her anklesand feet， rotating them slightly ， rubbing away all the aches aroundher heels and arches， soothing the bottoms without meaning to tickleher. I did， at one point ， run a fingernail lightly up the inside ofher instep， getting the reaction I wanted， as the tickle caused herleg to lift when she jerked her foot away ， laughing that I "shouldn'ttorture" her.

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

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

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

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

    More than once， in her reverie ， she whispered， "oh…… that feelsso 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 drinkon the coffee table ， generating multiple reactions in me. Although itwas one smooth fluid and all to quick an effort ， in my mind ， in slowmotion I watched her thighs open slightly as she repositioned to reachfor the glass ， seeing in turn ， the spreading of her lovely thighs ，a developing full view of her panty covered muff， noticing clearly thewisps of her lush pubic hair highlighted within the confines of the silkyfabric and peeping around the sides ， as her pussy lips， clearly definedfor the moment， seemed to blow me a kiss from behind the veil， and thenher full round bottom when the gown opened underneath as she rolled toher side. And the whole time， feeling her foot in my lap moving， asher heel turned and snuggled more tightly against my stiff cock ， andrubbed it first up then down as she stretched for the glass. And thenan all too quick repeat ， in reverse ， as she replaced the glass andsettled back into the couch ， modestly making sure her gown covered herlap.

    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. Theslight 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， butcould not tell if she had fallen asleep.

    At that point ， I decided not to push my luck. I put a little morelotion in my palms and gently massaged her knees， going only slightlyabove ， and then all the way back down to her feet. Sliding my handsslowly back up I slowly massaged the inner muscles of her legs， feelingthem hesitantly open to make room as my kneading fingers began again tocircle around her knees.

    I paused， knowing that I was getting to a dangerous stage， courtingdisaster. 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 nearerto her honey pot. But I was beginning to tremble and knew that was thesign that my excitement might cause me to go to far.

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

    She leaned forward and whispered， "Honey ， you have the most amazinghands …… I could let you go on…… all night…… I love the way youtouch me…… but we have to stop…… and go to bed……"

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

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

    She sighed and hugged me close again， murmuring， "I have to go towork in the morning …… and your touch …… is so relaxing ， but I'llnever get to sleep if we don't save some of it…… for later……"

    Disappointed， yet relieved ， I mumbled okay. I turned my head slightlyto kiss her cheek ， and felt her shift ever so slightly， to hug me moretightly ， so that her breasts were like wonderful， firm pillows pressedagainst me， while her hip ground against my raging hardon， and her bottomrubbed between my thighs. But instead of a son's kiss on her cheek， sheturned a little more and I found myself kissing her lips， startling usboth……

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

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

    ==== 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. Butwhy ， as he was running his hands up and down my legs， was I disappointedthat the other "sensations" I'd come to enjoy and look forward to ， thennever start. I did grow damp， my pussy did get juicy ， as his handsand fingers ever so slowly moved up to my knees last night， and as Iwondered if he…… or I …… would stop.

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

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

    After the first three climaxes， I lost track of how many times Iwoke up with the tingling in my muff growing， as "he" kissed my breastsand 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 hemight "want" me. The complete gentleman ， in the past few years he'snever touched me in a sexual way， even if the massages seem to me tobe extremely sensual， and the "events" often （now always） include himas the…… perpetrator？ provocateur？ initiator？ willing participant？？？？rapist？？？？？。 He's never said anything to even suggest he harborsany illicit thoughts about me. And he always has the opportunity to "select"among all those young woman to "do stuff" with. Where did I ever get thethought he might want to have sex with his "mother？" I'm too old andway out of his league. And besides， if the "phenomenons" were any indication，blushing at the thought ， my sturdy foundling son would wear me out thefirst night ， and I'd be sore for a week.

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

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

    I hesitated a moment， as if to recall the comment， though I knewexactly what he meant ， and what I'd meant. "Well，" I started ， "let'sjust 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'tknow，…… your touch …… it's a little intoxicating when you rub myshoulders …… and the other night…… when you massaged my feet，……you made me feel…… really special …… which made me feel like I'd doalmost anything …… you wanted …… and if you treat your girl friendsthat 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 facehim yet. As I reached for one of the last pots， I couldn't stop myselffrom leaning…… to touch my bottom against him …… or his reaction…… the tightening of his fingers on my shoulders…… the pause as we bothfelt the all too brief tryst of his hard cock ， touching ， nestlinginto 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 washthe 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 expectyou'll sweep her off her feet ， maybe a little too quickly …… and itmeans …… getting that involved…… to a girl…… sometimes it meansmore to her than it might mean to you ……"

    As the water drained from the sink， and I dried my hands ， and slowlyturned to face him， regretting the end of his touch as he released meand slid back a bit ， I finished with， "so，…… my Handsome son，…… I guess what I mean is …… be careful …… be gentle…… and try toremember…… you might be able to get whatever you want ……" now almoststrong…… trying to look him in the eye…… "but remember that the otherperson…… girl …… that you …… might get…… involved with…… isimportant too …… but might get led astray by your …… dangerous charms…… and may need …… you to be the gentleman we don't see around toooften anymore. One who cares. One who tries to understand and satisfiesthe 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 historyis 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 thoughtagain about sucking his young strong virgin cock to relieve his immediatepain， while preparing for……

    I leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the cheek， I guess toreestablish some degree of propriety， and said ， "now go get ready foryour date. It's Friday night， and you're young ， and need to be outand 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 withyou."

    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 candlesto offset the dark， because the power was out.

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

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

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

    I waited in the living room ， staring sightlessly out the wide glasspatio doors as the storm continued to pound the back yard ， thinkingof 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 nowfamiliar moistness developing between my thighs …… as my nipples becamemore and more sensitive to the slightest movement of my nightgown coveringthem.

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

    I shifted my stance a little， to spread my legs a bit， and let thecool air from the partially open patio door soothe and cool my steamingmuff， wondering if …… no ，……， the soap smell ， and the cream I'dapplied 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 Ihope……"

    "Nah，…… Janey got a little scared…… and wanted to go home incase 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 bestgirl 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 doesthat mean ……"

    "Ahh Mom he went on the defensive. And then recovered with， "I justmeant …… I'd rather be here with you…… you know ， make sure you'reokay…… 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 offeryou 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…… forme……"

    I luxuriated in his affect on my body and senses. I felt his handsmoving ever so slowly down my back， pausing I fleetingly thought in alittle 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 withouta 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 ， causingmy legs to turn to jelly.

    I felt his hands slide back up， along my ribs， while his thumbsmanaged my spine…… and his finger tips…… came ever closer …… andgently slid discreetly around the soft sides of my breasts…… as my nipplesbegan to burst with …… anticipation.

    I was about to collapse when he whispered in my ear "why don't youstretch out …… and I'll give you a back …… rub，…… like you've neverhad 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'llgive 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 inmy bottom as it jiggled underneath.

    As I nervously turned the bed cover down， I realized that my bottomwas spreading open…… and my muff was presenting itself…… even coveredby panties and the gown …… as a …… target as I slowly ， deliberatelybent 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 amoment…… sat on the bed next to me. I could only imagine what he sawand 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 shouldermuscles 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 abovemy head ， so my hands were tucked under the pillow.

    Ever so slowly， he manipulated every muscle in my back ， from myneck down …… to …… almost my butt. I felt his expert fingers strokeme 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 pantyline on my hips.

    Despite the anticipation and excitement …… and fear ， I was beginningto 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 awareof the butterflies in my tummy and tingling in my nipples ， as he moreand more caressed the soft sides of my breasts.

    In a haze ， I realized ， after a bit， that my gown "felt" likeit 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 kneeswere bent ever so slightly…… that my legs were open …… thinking onlybriefly what an image I must be presenting…… but retreating to the comfortthat it was still dark…… with only the candlelight flickering ……

    Slipping away again …… into the dream …… I felt him massagingmy 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 myhips…… and felt my panties sliding down again ， and began to feel thecool 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 felthis hands continue to knead my middle back…… and felt him leaning againstme…… resting on my butt …… and realized I felt his hands on my skinand …… no longer…… through the gown …… now under it ……

    I only shifted a bit…… waiting…… not answering…… pretendingto 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 middleof my "lowest" back …… and couldn't stop the involuntary reaction ofmy pelvis ， as I ground my muff down into the mattress.

    I felt his hands quickly retreat…… and in a moment……"Mom…… youawake ……？" and with no response…… a few tender rubs later， a littlequieter …… "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 pantieswere even further down…… had…… been moved again …… so my bottomwas 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 werearound the top of my thighs ……

    "Ahhhh" I moaned to myself， as I dreamed of his fingers sliding alongmy thighs and …… lightly brushing near my pussy lips…… as the fingerscontinued 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 fringeof my pubic hair……

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

    And then， "OhhUhhhggg！" I moaned， as I distinctly felt his fingertip slide slowly， deliberately ， along the channel of my panty coveredlove， ever so gently prompting the lips of my juicy pussy to open evenmore.

    Again ， I felt his hands slide round my hips …… as his thumbs slowlystoked my bottom cheeks ，…… from below …… under my panties …… openingthe 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 onlyone way …… inside.

    And then I "felt" my nightgown slip up…… further up …… under mybreasts …… 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 willinglyagree ， slowly ， when I heard him say ， "mom …… turn over……"

    In the dream， I watched as he sat back ， at my side ， to let meturn…… 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 kissingmy 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 aroundmy breasts， squeezing them gently…… causing my nipples to blossom evenmore， extending…… puckered …… into the evening air …… like littlecherries.

    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 lickingthem…… gently sucking them in between his hot lips……

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

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

    …… not right…… when he leaned forward …… to kiss me …… onthe lips…… and slip his tongue slowly into me …… my mouth …… likea 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 hisfingers slid though my pubic hair ， and one…… slipping along the openingentrance 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， everso slowly ， as he kissed me between my breasts ， then each in turn lickingthe firm， quivering undersides …… my ribs…… stomach…… my hips…… down ……

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

    I felt his warm breath as his tongue touched me there …… ever sogently 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 separatingmy inner lips …… flickering against my clitoris …… driving me to completeabandon ……

    I watched helplessly as he slowly pulled my panties down further，completely uncovering my womanhood…… feeling the fabric erotically caressingmy inner thighs …… as they slid down…… pausing for a moment as hedrank in the sight of his mother…… open …… inviting …… letting himuncover 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…… fullyexposed ……

    In a dream I felt his fingers now caressing my legs …… opening them…… now that there was no restraint…… nothing hidden …… as he leanedin…… 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 withdeliberate， delicious design …… slide along…… my pussy lips again…… this time a little more insistent…… opening them …… tracing thefolds 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 thrustupward……

    "Please …… douuooohhhh…… touch me there ……

    And he persisted， causing me to shiver as I felt his lips suck tenderlyon my pussy …… and felt his tongue…… slide down …… find my lovethreshold …… tarry…… explore…… and begin to slip inside me.

    My fingers， now mingling in his hair ， urged his mouth tighter intomy 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 fingerscaressing my bottom …… lifting me to his lips …… as I felt his fingersprobing my anus ， while his tongue slid deeper inside me …… as I felthim fucking me with his tongue…… I was rumbling with the awesome rush…… and began to involuntarily jerk my hips…… pressing my cunt intohis face…… as the reverberating climax continued…… wanting to feelmore of his tongue slide…… deeper …… into me…… the intensity ofthe 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 nipplesagain …… as he began to slide slowly up …… lifting his head from betweenmy 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， alternatingfrom one breast to the other， with his lips agitating me …… deliciouslysucking …… making me reach new heights of excitement…… .until thesecond climax began building， and continued， and receded， and all thewhile ， his hand massaged my bottom， lifting me so the doors of my hotlove…… so the lips of my muffin …… rubbed tight against him …… waitingfor his ……

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

    "NO ！" I tried again …… as I felt his hardened cock sliding againstme， 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 dormantappetite， starting another deluge of juice and passion ……

    But I couldn't stop my hips from jerking…… and suddenly ，…… Icould feel the head …… his penis…… slowly sliding …… opening wide…… my lips to slip along…… and excite …… the inner lips of my waitingvagina…… 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 evenmore， slowly dragging his body across mine ， as if to intensify thecontact ， causing my breasts and nipples to roll tightly against himand riot in the process.

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

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

    "Please don't …… baby ……" I whispered back， almost trapped byhis body on …… nearly in…… mine …… "We shouldn't do this…… it'swrong …… "

    "But I love you …… and you love me……

    Lying there in that brief moment， my thighs wide open and aroundhis hips， my breasts and nipples scraping against his chest， his pulsatingcock 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 againstme……

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

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

    Again ， losing control ， I closed my eyes as my hips pushed backat him…… trying ， despite my words ， to slide him inside， feelinganother wave of cum building.

    I felt the slightest hesitation and said……

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

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

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

    And ， I couldn't stop the sensation and moan …… as I felt him slowlyslip the head of his dick back up and down my passage of love ， gentlynudging my clitoris again ， to a new level …… sliding down betweenthe cheeks of my bottom to excite my anus again ， lifting my legs toincrease the intensity of his cock head sliding …… up and down…… inand out …… now pushing at my anus …… Now slipping along the lips coveringmy vagina ……

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

    Whenever he slipped around my muff， I kept trying to draw him furtherup…… into …… me ……

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

    And then， as I felt his cock flirting up and down around my passagesof love …… he raised up and looked at me， trapped under him…… andsaid， "mom I do love you …… I just want you to feel good ……" andas if to emphasize his point…… I felt the head of his dick slowly slideagain along my now well lubricated offerings， first pressing my anusbeginning 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 ， slidinghis hot wand back and forth …… alternating…… first my pussy …… thenmy ass， exciting me no end ……

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

    "Ohhhh…… baby ……" I groaned ， wanting to pull him deep into myhungry body …… as my hips began their involuntary jerking again ……and I felt myself stretching…… pushing my pussy lips up …… tryingto 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'tdo this …… you shouldn't…… I'm not supposed to…… let you…… makelove to me…… this way …… it's wrong to want …… to let you …… dothis……"

    "But mom……" he leaned closer， whispering in my ear ， "you likedit…… 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 didmake 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…… slidingmy hands up around his face ……

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

    "Mom， I do love you……" he breathed in my ear. "I just want to makelove 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…… tolet …… you oooohhhhh…… baby …… please …… oooohhhh pllease ……"

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

    He slowly gently， kissed me on the lips， cupping my breast and rollingmy 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 penisslip…… inside …… my pussy lips.

    I groaned and closed my eyes…… waiting……

    When he didn't…… continue …… I forced my eyes open…… to seehim …… as we both throbbed at the sensation of his cockhead …… inme……

    "Oh baby…… please ……" I whispered ……

    "Mom…… I love you ……" and he gently pushed his virgin penis everso 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， ashe slid his penis very slowly a little deeper into me ， looking intoeach other's eyes ， gently enjoying the tension from my vagina surroundinghim.

    "Ohhhh my darling …… please ……"

    And again he paused ， holding my hips down with his weight …… keepingthem 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 …… youfeel 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 tolift my hips， widen my entrance， making room for him…… quivering withanticipation，

    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…… suckingat him…… wanting him to come deeper and deeper into his "mother." Icouldn't control myself any more…… my hips were jerking ， wanting himto slide further……

    He still thought I was fighting him ……

    "OHHH Baby Please ……" And he did…… pushing a little more of hispenis 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 FEELSooooo 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 myinflamed 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， andmy 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…… aswe both felt the rollicking vibrations throughout my pussy……

    I felt him drawing slowly back while the muscles of my vagina tightlyembraced and sucked him ……

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

    I couldn't keep my hips from pushing back at him， trying to get moreof 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 ， furtherexciting 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 hekissed 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 backinto me …… as we both reveled at the feel of his young hard penis rubbinginside my vagina……

    I slid my hands around to cup the cheeks of his ass ，…… as I felthim sliding deeper…… and stop again ……

    As I felt his penis sliding again inside my vagina…… away …… Ifelt 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 againengulf 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 himdeeper…… 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 filledmy vagina and more with his palpitating penis …… and was completelyinside me ……

    Slowly， I began to manage him as he began to stroke…… piston hishot 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 bottomfilling my palms， while the pulsating sensations of his hardened penisslowly agitated my clitoris and rippled in and out of my vagina. WhenI slid my fingers between the cheeks of his tight bottom， and strokedhis hole， he whispered again ， "I love you mom……"

    "I love …… you…… too…… oohhh…… babbbyy…… uhhnn…… you'regoing to make me cum again……" moaning ， holding him tight and whisperingin 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 mefeel you…… inside …… I've waited so long…… for you……" And ， therolling climax began to crest again ， feeling the thick head of his peniscontinuing 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 resonateinside my pussy ， I pulled him tighter still ， and kissed him ， lettinghim suck on my tongue …… feeling him begin to explode deep inside meas I pumped my tongue into him…… trembling and shivering…… as theearth quake deep inside my pussy began to pound ， as the waves beganto crash yet again， as I felt his pulsating penis pumping…… with myson straining to slide even deeper into my aching vagina…… filling mewith his eruptions， now rolling and crashing against mine. Deliriously，I felt his fingers tight under my bottom， and the storm reached yet anotherheight， crashing thunder as he slipped a finger into my anus.

    My legs locked around him ， I pulled him tight so my cunt could squeezeup and down his awesome tool， and feel every charge as he emptied himselfinto 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 tosuck 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 ……