"La Machina" or "S.A.M." — 21-year old woman discovers love in an unusual way

Suzie was 21 today. She had waited for this day for a long time. Finally, no more fake IDs, no more sneaking into bars and clubs with her friends and guys she didn't know. No more stupid bouncers telling her to come back in a few years! The fuckers! She was going to go to every one of those bouncers, dressed to kill, and tease their pricks through their pants, then walk away. Well, she would have if she hadn't accepted the drink from that stud at the first bar she entered anyway. Damn it! He had obviously slipped something into it when he handed it to her because she could tell by the way she was dressed, or was that NOT dressed, that she wasn't likely in that bar anymore! She could feel, without looking, that something was wrong. She couldn't feel her clothes, she COULD feel restraints, and she could feel that she was on a very smooth table of some sort. It felt smooth like glass, and she could hear the whirring and humming of machines, several of them, all around her. She could hear the scratching of a pen or pencil on some sort of paper nearby; she wasn't alone and the person on the other side of the pen wasn't talking.

As she regained full consciousness, she realized that her eyes were covered by some kind of blindfold with a strap holding it tightly to her face. Four of the restraints were oddly padded in fur and held her ankles and wrists outward. Two more restraints, made of leather, held her thighs spread-eagle. There was even leather padding under her head which would keep her from banging it on the table to make noise.

'Wonderful,' she thought to herself, 'finally 21 and I can't even go an entire night without getting into trouble.'

"It wasn't anything you did. We selected you out of all of the women at the bar. You are the chosen one," a voice told her. It sounded like a European woman and it didn't come from the direction of the pen or pencil that was scratching.

'Great, Miss Cleo is here reading my mind while I'm tied to a table, spread-eagle, and semi-conscious. I wonder if she knows who I am,' thought Suzie.

"Suzie, my name is not Miss Cleo, I can read your mind (although I also knew who you were based on your ID), and I do know who you are. In fact, I know everything about you. My name is S.A.M."

"Well, Sam, you obviously know who I am, so I will skip the introduction and ask you a few questions, like why the fuck do you have me strapped to a table, naked, God knows where and what do you plan to do to me?"

"Well, Suzie, I am here to make you happy; I am here to make you feel good; I am here to do you favors."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Perhaps, a demonstration is an order."

The whirring and humming was suddenly replaced by a few beeps and chirps, then louder humming and buzzing. Suzie couldn't see what was happening, but could sense that something was about to happen. Suddenly, the buzzing that she heard seemed to touch her, in a place that she wasn't so sure she wanted touched at that moment, and Suzie jolted at the feeling of a device entering her from between her legs and pressing against her clit. Suzie couldn't do anything to resist due to the restraints and she was forced to accept the lumpy device into her dampening vagina. A warm liquid was then slowly pumped into her from the end and through the small bumps on the shaft of the device. It felt very slick, like some kind of oil, which eased her tension and created a calming effect on her, then warmed further and created some kind of tingling. The device then slowly began to spin inside of Suzie. The bumps spread the lubricant around the walls of her vagina and also stimulated her like the bumps on a dildo might. The device began to pull out slowly, and then push itself back in, creating a sensation of being fucked. Suddenly, Suzie felt another device touching her. It attached itself around her clit and began flicking, sucking, and vibrating on her. Suzie was in awe, a state of ecstasy, and a sense of overwhelming pleasure filled her body. The device inside of her began to pick up speed and, as the rhythm increased, so did Suzie's pleasure. Suzie felt tingling in places that she had never touched herself, places that had never been touched by anyone else, and places that she never knew could be touched. As her body began to rise toward her climax, Suzie was suddenly doused by a torrent of thick, lukewarm liquid and the devices quickly retreated and fell silent.

'Figures,' she thought to herself, 'just like my ex-boyfriend.'

"Yes, I understand what you mean, but you enjoyed it when he used to cum all over you; so, how do you feel now?" asked S.A.M.

"What do you mean?"

"We've just dumped about five gallons of cum all over your body. You should see yourself; you look like a glazed doughnut."

"What do you mean, 'five gallons of cum'? Are you serious?"

"Well, artificial cum. We can't seem to find enough real cum fast enough to use the real thing. I only use the real thing in special circumstances. I'm sure you understand."

"Well, yeah, but..."

Just then, Suzie was interrupted by the reentry of the device into her vagina and the reattachment of the second device onto her clitoris, followed by two more devices attaching themselves to her breasts with suction, pulling them away from her body, then letting them go and starting all over again. Suzie continued to feel that excitement that brought her closer to orgasm, the muscles inside of her began to tense, just as the device inside of her shot a warm liquid inside of her in quick squirts, followed by all of the devices again withdrawing before she could reach orgasm.

"Aaaarrrgh! Why do you keep stopping if you are supposed to be giving me pleasure?"

"You cannot tell me you were not feeling pleasure before the device shot cum inside of you," S.A.M. replied.

"What? It shot cum inside of me?" Suzie cried.

"Not that time, still artificial. That was a mixture of warmed milk and yogurt, mixed to the same consistency of cum. It is perfectly safe for a woman's vagina and can, in fact, be quite cleansing."

"Oh my God, I was so scared. I thought..."

Just then, the table began to shake slightly and a man's body covered hers. A ball-gag was slipped over her head and into her mouth. The man then slowly massaged her entire body from head to toe with his hands, tongue, and every bit of his body. This massage lasted several minutes and Suzie began to relax, feeling that she would not be hurt. Soon, however, the massage stopped and the man slid down between her legs and began to rub the head of his cock along her slit. She could feel his hard cockhead pressing against her opening and slowly, gently sliding in. It felt much larger than the device, much warmer, and much softer. It was pure masculinity and it felt good inside of her. The man it belonged to was extremely gentle as he filled her pussy with himself. He lowered himself completely inside of her and pulled himself up toward her breasts. His hard cock was pulsating slightly as he began a slow, fucking motion. Suzie should have been scared and should have struggled, but she was so frustrated from her lack of orgasm with the devices that she didn't feel anything but desire. She wanted to feel this man inside of her and she didn't care what his intentions were at this point. She simply wanted to feel him bring her to a shuddering orgasm. Suzie did her best to help the man drive himself into her by attempting to bounce herself on the table to meet his thrusts. The man continued to push hard into her as he pinched and sucked her breasts and nipples and kissed her neck. His thrusts became longer and harder as Suzie felt him plunge deeper and deeper inside of her. The man ground his pelvis into her clit as he rocked back and forth on top of her, causing her to quickly approach orgasm; her third attempt in an hour. Suddenly, the man sucked her earlobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. It was something that drove her crazy and pushed Suzie over the edge. Her entire body tensed as she began to cum harder than she had ever cum before, her own cum leaking from her pussy and all over the man's cock which was still pummeling her. She hadn't felt this good in quite a while and her body was quickly stirring again. The man atop of her continued to pound her pussy and made her feel as though she was about to burst. Soon, she was sweating again and was just beginning to cum when she heard the man grunt her name...

"Suzie, my love! I'm going to cum inside of you!"

Suzie's eyes got wide and she couldn't help but shut them as she felt him explode inside of her, causing her to cum as well as she felt her father's cum splatter the inside of her womb and almost certainly impregnating her. As they both lay there, winding down from their orgasms, Suzie was confused. When her father removed the gag, Suzie had several questions.

"Why, daddy? Why did you do this? Why did you cum inside of me?"

"Suzie, I got a call last night from the bartender telling me that you were passed out at his bar and that you had been drugged. I've been working on this machine, S.A.M., for quite a while and I figured that I needed to test it on someone...so, why not you? I wanted to teach you a lesson for getting yourself in trouble by making you think you had been kidnapped and I wanted to seduce you with the machine so that you would always know that you could have fun at home, but then I saw how beautiful you were when you were being covered in the artificial cum, how incredible you looked being filled with more artificial cum and how much you seemed to enjoy being fucked, and I couldn't help myself; I had to have you myself."

"But, Daddy," Suzie asked again, "why did you cum inside of me? I completely understand everything else you felt, but why would you risk getting me pregnant?"

"Three reasons, Suzie: First, you have to learn your lesson for being so irresponsible, and second, I want to test S.A.M. on a pregnant woman, and third..., well, I want to drink the milk from your breasts. Surely you will let me do that?"

"Oh, Daddy, I wish that you had asked me first! I would have enjoyed this so much more! But I did enjoy the thrill of the unknown and I would love to be your sexual guinea pig! Just promise me that you will never hurt me, Daddy!"

"I'm sorry, Suzie, I can't do that. In about 9 months, you're going to kill me when you are pushing that baby out of you."

"Daddy, who is Sam?"

"S.A.M. is an acronym for 'Sexually Aggravating Machine'. It can tell when you are aroused to the point of climax, and then it shuts itself down instantly and tries to degrade you by cumming on or inside of you. I gave it a female's voice to try to soothe the user into believing that everything will turn out fine."

"Daddy, I think I know who I want you to use S.A.M. on next!"

"Incest Submission": Mom & Son — Hot Mom and college son seduce each other on Earth Day

Simon was in his freshman college psychology class when all his unhealthy obsessions, or at least the biggest one, suddenly made sense. His professor discussed Sigmund Freud's Oedipus Complex, Freud believed it was a universal psychological phenomenon that all boys fantasize about having sex with their mothers.

There was utter silence as their professor spoke and Simon wondered instantly if it was because all the other male students were all thinking the same thing he was. 'Thank God'. Although Simon had a steady and very hot girlfriend, who liked giving head and whom he fucked regularly, every time he masturbated it was not while imagining his girlfriend Kim, but rather to images of his mother, Sara.

As his professor continued to discuss how the Oedipus complex was a theory that deep inside every boys' subconscious is the desire to sexually possess their mother. These inappropriate thoughts are held deep inside the boy's subconscious and never released, therefore never being dealt with emotionally. In extreme cases, the son wants to murder his father and replace him as the man of the house.

Simon was floored. He had fantasized about having sex with his mother forever, and always felt guilty afterwards. He was always horny, being eighteen, and his fantasies always included his mother being his sexual submissive and obeying his every order, the way he assumed she did for his father in the bedroom when he was alive. His fantasies were often different, but they always included his mom in pantyhose, obeying his every sexual whim. Sometimes he imagined forcing her to suck his cock and shooting his cum down her throat; other times he imagined being woken up by his mom's beautiful lips; other times he fantasized taking her in the back of the car while Dad drove in the front seat oblivious to mom riding his son's cock; other times he created crazy tales full of risk, like eating Mom's pussy under the table while his father ate supper unaware of what was occurring right under the table; but mostly he just fantasized having mom suck and fuck him. Yet, as soon as he had cum, an overwhelming guilt would hit him as he couldn't believe he would fantasize about committing incest and treating his sweet, caring mother so inappropriately and with such disrespect.

Simon's obsession with his mother reached new heights after he lost his virginity at prom to Kim. It was a magical night, but as he had sex and closed his eyes, it was his mother whose face popped into his head.

It didn't help that his mother, a teacher, was often walking around the house in a skirt and pantyhose...or that, at forty-one, she was easily the hottest women he had ever seen.

Simon never had any real hope of making his fantasies become a reality, until fate opened the door.

.....

"Simon," Sara called out, her computer not working properly.

"Yes, Mom," Simon called back, coming into his mother's room.

"Can you check out my computer? It keeps freezing up on me," Sara asked.

"Of course," Simon said, taking mom's computer. "I'll work on it tonight as soon as I finish my homework."

"Thanks, sweetheart," Sara said.

Simon returned to his room and finished his homework before beginning to work on his mom's computer. An hour later, he was surprised to learn that his mom had acquired a virus while watching porn. The thought that his beautiful sweet mother was watching online porn was quite the turn on and he began searching her web history. A plethora of adult web sites popped up including movie sites, chat sites and erotica sites. He was just checking out one of the sites when she popped into his room unexpected.

"Fix it yet?" Sara asked, startling him as he quickly exited out of Internet Explorer.

Simon shifted the computer slightly, to hide the erection in his pajamas, as he stammered, "N-n-not yet."

"Okay," Sara shrugged, hoping to have it fixed so she could chat with a couple of men she had been doing some online playing with.

"I'm just doing a virus check right now," Simon lied, trying to buy time to snoop.

"No problem, sweetheart," Sara said, leaving him alone, figuring she would have to get off with one of her toys tonight.

Simon continued searching her computer and found that although she occasionally watched videos, or read erotica, she enjoyed yahoo chat the most. Simon clicked on yahoo and gasped at his mom's handle: Submissivemom.

He located her conversation history and began reading some of her conversations:

Submissivemom: Hi, Mistress

Simon stared at the word Mistress.

Kimlovescunt: Hi, my little cunt.

Submissivemom: I shaved my cunt as u ordered

Kimlovescunt: Send me a picture

Submissivemom: Yes, Mistress...brb

Simon gasped. His mom had an online Mistress. She sent pictures of herself to strangers. Simon quickly searched her photos but didn't find anything there, but doing a more intrusive search, he found a secret file in her pay stub folder. Clicking on it, there were pictures of his mom in thigh highs and nothing else, cupping her breasts while smiling, up close photos of her vagina both shaved and hairy, and one with a wine bottle inside her. Simon's cock was about to burst.

Kimlovescunt: Very nice cunt

Submissivemom: Thank you<blush>

Kimlovescunt: I'd love to eat that cunt of yours

Submissivemom: hmmmmmm

Kimlovescunt: I'd make you come so hard

Submissivemom: oh God, yes

Kimlovescunt: rub your clit my slut

Submissivemom: yes, Mistress

Kimlovescunt: tell me what you want

Submissivemom: to come for my Mistress

Kimlovescunt: slide two fingers inside that cunt of yours

Submissivemom: yes, Mistress

Kimlovescunt: are u wet?

Submissivemom: soaked

Kimlovescunt: cum my little slut

Submissivemom: so close

Kimlovescunt: now slut

Submissivemom: yes, yes, yes

Simon couldn't believe what he read. Curious, he clicked on another conversation.

Submissivemom: Master, I am online and dressed as instructed.

MasterJohn: Describe your outfit.

Submissivemom: cheerleader sweater, skirt and beige thigh highs

MasterJohn: have you come since our last chat

Submissivemom: no master

MasterJohn: have you continued to tease your son as instructed?

Submissivemom: yes master...he loves my legs in nylons

MasterJohn: do you want to fuck him?

Submissivemom: you know I do

Simon froze. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

MasterJohn: and yet you haven't done so

Submissivemom: It is one thing to fantasize about it and yet another to cross that taboo line.

MasterJohn: yes it is, slut. But, the question is do you want to keep living this lame fantasy life or do you want to make both yourself and your son very happy

Submissivemom: how do I know he won't be sickened by me?

MasterJohn: all boys want to fuck their mothers...it is the Oedipus complex

Submissivemom: really?

MasterJohn: of course and u r a very beautiful mommy. I imagine he jerks off daily thinking about fucking u

Submissivemom: u really think so?

MasterJohn: I know so...I have a task for u

Submissivemom: okay

MasterJohn: u will accidentally squeeze his cock

Oh my God, Simon thought to himself, recalling his mom tripping a few days ago and her hand landing directly on his cock to catch her fall. It was super embarrassing at the time, but knowing it was planned made it all the hotter.

Submissivemom: yes, Master

MasterJohn: I expect his cock in all three of your holes one day soon

Submissivemom: I would love it...I haven't had a cock in any of them since Jake died.

MasterJohn: well, u have a live-in cock in your house...use it

Submissivemom: I wish it was that easy

MasterJohn: it really is...but we will start slow with u

Submissivemom: thank u, Master

MasterJohn: now cum for me thinking of ur son pounding that cunt of urs...but u may not use a toy or ur hands

Submissivemom: what should I use?

MasterJohn: be creative

Submissivemom: how about a wine bottle

MasterJohn: perfect

That explains the wine bottle picture, Simon thought to himself.

Realizing he had to hurry, he grabbed a USB drive and saved all her chats and pictures to read later.

He finished fixing her computer and took it back to her room. Usually, he would knock on her door, but hoping to catch her in the act he just walked in. Unfortunately, she was reading a book.

"Did you get it fixed, honey?" she asked, hopeful she could still catch Master or Mistress online.

"Good as new," he answered, handing her the laptop, trying to hint that he knew more than he should about his mother. "You just had a virus. You need to be careful what sites you go on."

Sara's face flushed as she worried he knew about her porn watching.

Simon left and went directly to his laptop, an idea instantly popping in his head. He sent her an invite to chat under the username: Makingmommymine.

Submissivemom

Hi, I am a dominant son who has made his mother his personal plaything. I would love an online pet to train.

If interested add me and send the following message in the next half hour:

"I want your help in becoming a good Mommy-slut!"

I expect your response ASAP!

Master S

After Simon sent it, he freaked out. The words he wrote just flowed out of him naturally and yet they were not him. He would never be so crude with his mother, or any girl, for that matter.

Sara was just about to send a massage to Mistress Kim when the friend request came. She read it and gasped even as her cunt instantly tingled. She loved the forceful, no-nonsense approach and figured the role playing would satisfy her fantasy of sleeping with her son. So after grabbing a toy from her growing box of self-pleasure assistants, she responded.

He hadn't expected a response, but five minutes later:

Submissivemom: I want your help in becoming a good mommy-slut!

Makingmommymine: Hi, slut.

Submissivemom: Hi, sir.

She wanted to call him Master, but held back, not wanting to look over zealous.

Makingmommymine: Tell me about yourself, my pet.

Submissivemom: I am 42, a widow, with two children (my older son moved out and is currently backpacking Europe, while my youngest son lives at home with me while attending college. I have blue eyes, blonde hair, 36D breasts that are still in great shape and long legs that are probably my best asset.

Makingmommymine: Do you want to have sex with your son?

Submissivemom: yes, sir.

Makingmommymine: How old is he?

Submissivemom: 18

Makingmommymine: Perfect. If you obey my orders I am confident I can have his cock in you within a couple of weeks

Submissivemom: Really?

Makingmommymine: All sons want to have sex with their mommy

Submissivemom: Really?

Makingmommymine: it is logical. You are the first female to have any influence on him. Have you ever heard of the Oedipus Complex?

Submissivemom: No.

Makingmommymine: look it up when you have time. In essence it is psychologically proven that all boys want to have sex with their mothers.

Submissivemom: Wow!

Sara googled the theory and couldn't believe it, yet, it made perfect sense in many ways...she recalled Master John saying something similar.

Makingmommymine: Do you want assistance in submitting to your son?

Submissivemom: Yes.

Makingmommymine: I will help you but I expect total obedience.

Simon couldn't believe how easily his mother obeyed.

Submissivemom: Of course, sir.

Simon, deciding to test her early, made a demand he was sure she wouldn't obey.

Makingmommymine: Take a picture of your tits for me.

Sara looked at the demand. Her cunt tingled at the order. She had always been submissive, but always in a generic sort of way. It was only when she started playing online, reading stories on Literotica and watching videos like the lesbian 'Hot & Mean' series did she begin to question whether perhaps she was sexually submissive. Looking back at her life, she realized that she had never been completely sexually satisfied because she had never given herself up to the lust underneath her conservative attire. Yet, as she chatted with strangers online and just let herself say whatever she TRULY felt, she had begun to question herself. Deciding what the hell, she lifted up her sweatshirt and quickly took a picture with the web cam. Before she could even ponder if it was a good idea, she clicked send.

Submissivemom: Here you go, sir.

Simon gasped. His mother had just unknowingly sent him a picture of her still very firm breasts and very erect nipples. His cock, already hard, begged to be pulled out of his underwear. Before responding, he quickly tugged down his pants and underwear to allow his cock to be free.

Makingmommymine: You have delicious titties, Mommy-pet. Would you like your son to suck on them like he did all those years ago?

Sara couldn't believe she had sent someone she had chatted with for only two minutes a photo of her breasts. She also couldn't believe how erect her nipples were or how wet her pussy was.

Submissivemom: I would love my son to suck on my big titties, sir.

Makingmommymine: Are you ready to begin your training as a Mommy-pet?

Sara's right hand responded, while her left hand began pleasuring herself.

Submissivemom: Yes, sir.

Makingmommymine: I will give you quite a few tasks to complete. I will also expect you to dress a certain way and ALWAYS obey without hesitation.

'Oh God', Sara thought to herself. Why are his firm words turning her on so much? She again responded without hesitation or thought.

Submissivemom: Yes, sir.

Makingmommymine: First, I am not sir. I am your Master until such time as your son takes my place.

The word 'Master' was so much more powerful in Sara's mind and she even said the words out loud as she typed them.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: Good, Mommy-pet.

Somehow, the new title and the positive reinforcement only enhanced Sara's eagerness.

Submissivemom: Thank you, Master.

Makingmommymine: My expectations are as follows: You will wear nylons every day.

Sara smiled to herself, she already did that. She loved the feel of silk nylon on her legs. She liked how the nylons disguised how white her legs were. She liked to accessorize her outfits with different colours of nylons. She also liked to wear thigh high stockings under her skirts and dresses, as it made her feel sexier even if no one knew but her. She also loved knowing that men were checking her legs out.

Submissivemom: I already do that, Master.

Makingmommymine: Good Mommy-pet. Next, you will stay in your nylons when at home, keeping your stocking-clad feet and legs in view of your son.

Submissivemom: So no heels?

Makingmommymine: Right! You, of course, will keep your toe nails painted.

Sara thought the expectation a little strange, but no stranger than all of his other expectations, things she already did...at least partially.

Submissivemom: Of course, Master.

Simon couldn't believe just how obedient his mother was. She seemed to obey everything he said without hesitation. He decided to keep seeing just how far he could push her.

Makingmommymine: Also, I don't share my pets. You are not to have any other online masters or mistresses. Is that clear, Mommy-pet?

Sara really enjoyed chatting with her online Mistress and Master, yet there was something so alluring and intriguing about this Master, that she was willing to temporarily obey and see where this led.

Submissivemom: crystal clear, Master.

Typing the word Master sent another chill through Sara.

Makingmommymine: I also expect you online whenever possible, and you will send a photo each day that shows your obedience to me.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

She agreed, even without clarity of what the photos may be, her pussy burning as she continued slowly rubbing it. Not wanting to orgasm yet, instead wanting to build to a slow crescendo until it reached a fever pitch.

Makingmommymine: I will give you some tasks that I believe will assist in fulfilling your fantasy and if done correctly and completely as instructed you should end up with a new live in Master...your son!!!

Sara's cunt tingled at the last few words as she had fantasized about her son a lot since reading stories online, but she had never considered him as a Master with her his submissive until now, even though her username was submissivemom.

Submissivemom: I look forward to obeying your tasks, Master.

Makingmommymine: Good...have you been playing with yourself?

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: Are you close to coming you dirty mommy-slut?

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: Why?

Submissivemom: Your powerful words turn me on, Master.

Makingmommymine: And you want to be your son's Mommy-slut?

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: Get yourself off, Mommy-slut.

Sara began rubbing herself frantically, desperately wanting to come as she imagined Simon fucking her.

Submissivemom: Yessss, Master.

Makingmommymine: his personal cocksucker.

Sara felt her body giving in completely to the thought of committing the ultimate sin.

Makingmommymine: his personal cum bucket.

Simon was pumping away too. The long held fantasy of fucking his mother was no longer a silly boy fantasy, but a real possibility.

Makingmommymine: Mommy-pet.

 Makingmommymine: Mommy-slut.

Makingmommymine: Mommy-slave.

The name calling was too much for Sara, who finally let go as her orgasm erupted through her, rating a ten on the Richter Scale.

Submissivemom: Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!

Simon, meanwhile, shot a load up in the air as he debased his mother.

Neither mother nor son typed for a couple of minutes as they recovered from their online kink.

Sara finally typed, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Submissivemom: Thank you, Master.

Makingmommymine: For what?

Sara felt silly for her last words.

Submissivemom: Allowing me to cum, Master

Makingmommymine: Good Mommy-pets come often.

Sara hoped that was true.

Submissivemom: Whenever you wish, Master.

Simon eventually typed again, curious if he could push her further...make her do something that would test the reality between online role playing and real obedience.

Makingmommymine: Want task one, Mommy-slut?

A chill went up Sara's spine at the thought of a task. Curious and excited to comply she responded.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: Wipe pussy juice all over those cute cock sucking lips of yours.

Sara obeyed the task. She had tasted herself before so this was actually a trivial task.

Submissivemom: Okay, Master.

Makingmommymine: Now go give your son a good night kiss...on the lips.

Sara gasped. The fantasy role play had been a lot of fun and brought her her biggest orgasm in an eternity...yet it was one thing to role play incest and something else to purposely commit it.

Noticing she was probably hesitating on the task he tried to keep pushing her.

Makingmommymine: Now, Mommy-pet or I go and find myself another slutty mommy to train.

Sara was suddenly worried she wouldn't be allowed to chat with him again and gave in.

Submissivemom: I'll do it, Master.

Makingmommymine: Good! Understand I will know if you don't do it but say you did.

Sara couldn't fathom how he would be able to know such a thing, but decided to just do the simple, slightly naughty task.

Submissivemom: I'll do it now, Master. I don't just role play...I really obey.

Makingmommymine: Go and come back once you kiss your son with pussy juice lips.

Simon quickly slid his computer under his bed, tugged up his underwear and pyjamas and pulled out a book to read. A minute later, giddy with excitement that his mom may obey him, he heard her bedroom door open.

Sara walked to her son's bedroom door and paused. This was silly. Yet, she felt compelled to complete the inappropriate task. Taking a deep breathe, she knocked on Simon's door.

"Come in," Simon called out, not believing she was actually obeying him.

Sara took yet another deep breath before walking in her son's room. Once in, she asked, "What you up to?"

"Just reading before bed," Simon answered.

Sara walked to his bed and said, "I'm getting ready for bed and thought I'd better give you a kiss goodnight before you went to sleep."

"You haven't kissed me goodnight in years," Simon said, trying to act as if this was a surprise.

"Well, that was a mistake," Sara said. "There is nothing wrong with giving your child, no matter how old they are, a goodnight kiss and hug."

"I'm eighteen," Simon protested, continuing to test his mother's resolve to obey.

"Just shut up and give your old hag of a mother a kiss goodnight," Sara said, desperately wanting to get it over with and fulfill her first task.

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips as instructed by her new Master.

Although it was just a subtle taste, a subtle smell, Simon knew without a doubt that his mom had obeyed his order and put her cunt juice on her lips. His cock flinched as she stood back up, her cheeks going red.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," she said cheerfully, before heading out.

"Goodnight, Mom," he replied.

Once out of her son's room, she returned to hers, feeling a sense of fulfillment at completing the task.

Simon pulled out his computer, exhilarated that his mom had obeyed his sexual order.

Sara returned to her computer and typed.

Submissivemom: I did it, Master.

Makingmommymine: Good, Mommy-slut. How did it make you feel?

Submissivemom: Nervous at first, but then the excitement of the task took over.

Makingmommymine: you got turned on kissing your son?

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: You really do want to be a Mommy slut don't you?

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: Tomorrow's task...task 2. Ask him to give you a foot massage. Open your legs enough that he can see between those sexy legs of yours.

Sara thought this would be a doable task.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: of course, you won't be wearing panties.

Submissivemom: Mmmmmm...naughty.

Makingmommymine: Yes, and you are a naughty Mommy

Sara loved the name calling and the twisted kink of the role playing, still not believing these small tasks were going to cumulate into actual sex, but fantasy is fun.

Submissivemom: Yes, I am.

Makingmommymine: I need to go to bed, my sexy, slutty Mommy-slut.

Submissivemom: Okay, Master

Makingmommymine: of course, no touching yourself or orgasms without my permission

Submissivemom: Of course, Master

Makingmommymine: good night, Mommy-slut-to-be.

Submissivemom: Good night, Master.

Simon logged out, thrilled with his good fortune. Before today, mom was just a constant stroke fantasy. But now, it was a growing possibility that he could not only fuck his mother, but make her his personal slut.

Simon jerked off one more time and went to bed giddy with possibility.

Sara also went to bed with mixed emotions. She knew she was the mother; she knew such thoughts were morally wrong; yet Simon was the mirror image of her deceased husband, and her urges betrayed her parental role...she wanted a real master and she wanted it to be her son.

.....

After school the next day, Simon came home curious if his mom would ask for a foot massage.

Sara came home late from work, having a parent-teacher meeting about a student with attendance issues. Asking her son for a foot massage because her feet were sore wouldn't be a lie, her feet were killing her.

Simon was watching television when his mom came home, purposely being available for his mom's request if she decided to obey her task.

Sara walked into the living room, heels in hand, her toenails, freshly painted red this morning showcased in her tan nylons. "Hi, sweetheart, learn anything riveting at school today?"

Simon answered, planting another seed in his seduction of his mother, "A strange theory in psychology class."

"What theory is that?" Sara asked, sitting on the couch with her son.

"Sigmund Freud's Oedipus complex," Simon revealed, knowing she knew what it was based on yesterday's online chat.

"Pardon?" Sara asked, shocked at the strange coincidence of her son's words.

"Oh, just some silly theory about a son's obsession with his mother," Simon continued.

"I see," Sara said, playing innocent. "So what is the hypothesis of this theory?"

"It's kind of awkward to talk about," Simon said, trying to draw her in even more.

"You started it young man," Sara said, as she sat down and put her feet on his lap and asked sweetly, "Can you massage Mommy's feet, they're killing me."

His cock instantly stiffened under the pressure of her nylon-clad legs. "I'd love to," he almost too eagerly agreed, the fantasy of touching his mom's nylon legs finally coming true.

As he massaged her feet, which felt amazing (Sara forgetting how great it felt just to be touched by a man), she said, hoping her interest in the incestuous theory would be a hint to her son that she was game if he was. "So tell me about this theory."

Simon explained the entire theory as he had learned it in class while massaging her silky feet. He was in son heaven and wanted this to last as long as possible.

As Sara tried to listen, she felt her son's hard cock underneath her leg.

"So," she said, moving her legs apart slightly as instructed yesterday to give her son a glimpse of her naked crotch, "this theory is by Freud?"

"Affirmative," Simon nodded, as he realized his mom had now officially obeyed every order given by him.

Sara noticed her son peek between her legs and felt a slight wetness leak out...she felt both shameful and excited...a mixture of conflicting emotions which confused her greatly.

"And this theory is widely recognized?" she asked, continuing to show interest in the incest theory.

"According to my professor," Simon answered, continuing to give quick looks between her legs.

"What do you think?" she asked, pressing her leg down ever-so-slightly, the thrill of being so close to his cock turning her on even more.

"I am not sure how to answer that," he answered, sensing he could just take her here and now. Yet, he wanted to draw it out, pull her deeper into his web of submission. He suddenly jumped up, rushed to his bedroom up and left his mother, hopefully leaving her with mixed messages.

Sara sat there mortified. She had pretty much thrown herself at him and he had felt so uncomfortable that he had to leave.

Later that night, she went online and hoped to find her new Master online.

Excited to find him there, she quickly messaged him.

Simon was online, hoping his mother would come online.

Submissivemom: Master...things have gone terribly awry.

Makingmommymine: What happened?

Submissivemom: He rejected me.

Makingmommymine: More details...my pet. Things are never that black and white.

Submissivemom: I got him to give me a massage, I opened my legs slightly and when I asked him to explain the Oedipus Complex he got up and left.

Makingmommymine: How long did he massage you?

Submissivemom: 10 minutes.

Makingmommymine: So he obviously enjoyed massaging you.

Submissivemom: I guess.

Makingmommymine: You got to keep in mind Mommy-slut that his biggest fantasy is likely fucking u and when all of a sudden it was possible...

Submissivemom: I don't know...

Makingmommymine: Trust me...I know...I am a guy...we all think the same

Submissivemom: Really?

Makingmommymine: EVERY son wants to fuck his mother...usually sexually dominate them...your son is no different

Submissivemom: He isn't a normal boy

Makingmommymine: That only makes it more likely. Is he a computer geek?

Submissivemom: Yes, how did you know that?

Makingmommymine: Just a hunch. Do you have a vibrator?

Submissivemom: A few.

Makingmommymine: Is your son home?

Submissivemom: In his room.

Makingmommymine: Get a vibrator and fuck yourself with it my pet mommy

Submissivemom: Yes, Master

Sara quickly obeyed, her cunt burning. She grabbed her eight inch black vibrator, slid out of her skirt and returned to her laptop. She began pumping it in her soaking wet pussy as she typed.

Submissivemom: I'm fucking myself Master

Makingmommymine: what is your son's name, slut?

Submissivemom: Simon

Makingmommymine: Call me Master Simon, slut.

Sara moaned at the order, the role playing becoming intensely exciting.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master Simon.

Simon smiled at the continual obedience of his mother. He figured he would give her a couple more tasks before going in for the kill.

Makingmommymine: Good, Mommy-slut.

Submissivemom: Thank you, Master.

Makingmommymine: What do you want your son to do to you?

Submissivemom: To make me his mommy-slut

Makingmommymine: What will you do for him?

Submissivemom: Anything.

Makingmommymine: Suck his cock?

Submissivemom: Yes.

Sara imagined being on her knees servicing her son.

Makingmommymine: Take his cock in your cunt?

Submissivemom: God, yes.

Sara's orgasm was building to a climactic peak.

Makingmommymine: How about your ass, Mommy-slut...will you allow your son to fuck your ass?

Sara had never had anal sex...with a man...although she had bought a butt plug that she had worn a couple of times

Submissivemom: I have never done that before.

Makingmommymine: Never? Not even with your finger or a toy?

Simon was fishing for more information about his mother's sexuality

Submissivemom: I have a butt plug and have worn it a couple of times

Makingmommymine: You will wear it all day tomorrow at work

Sara blushed...feeling a bit slutty with the idea that she would be teaching students who would be oblivious to the reality their teacher had a butt plug in her ass.

Submissivemom: Oh my, yes, Master...that is so naughty

Makingmommymine: Master who?

Submissivemom: Master Simon, sorry sir.

Makingmommymine: Go put it in your ass now, Mommy-slut

Submissivemom: BRB

Sara again obeyed without hesitation, even though she was close to orgasm. After grabbing the rarely used butt plug and lube, she returned to her bed and awkwardly put the plug in, creating a brief burn. Grabbing her vibrator, she slid it back in her cunt, creating her own first ever double penetration.

Simon, meanwhile, wondered if his mother would really obey such an order.

Submissivemom: Back.

Makingmommymine: Is the plug in your ass?

Submissivemom: Yes, Master and I have my vibrator back in my cunt.

Simon, dying to know if that was true, decided to push his luck.

Makingmommymine: Show me!

Sara didn't hesitate; she moved her computer down a bit and awkwardly took a picture of her two holes currently being filled.

Submissivemom: I hope you like, Master.

When the photo arrived, Simon gasped. His mother had obeyed.

Makingmommymine: Good Mommy-slut. I think you're ready to continue with your seduction of your son.

Although he had originally thought to take a few days to seduce his mother, he decided he was going to fuck his mom tomorrow. Tomorrow was Earth Day and his mother had been a major stickler for following the Earth hour in the evening where all electronics and lights are shut off. Usually, they just used candles and played board games...but Simon had something much better in mind for this year's Earth hour.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Makingmommymine: I want you to cum now.

Submissivemom: Yes, Master.

Sara began pumping the vibrator into her fevered cunt as she read her new Master's words.

Makingmommymine: Tomorrow you are going to submit to your son.

Sara gasped at the confident words.

Makingmommymine: To become his personal fuck-toy

Makingmommymine: His mommy-slave.

Makingmommymine: His mommy-slut.

Sara's orgasm was almost there...the nasty incestuous words bringing her closer to climax.

Makingmommymine: His mommy-pet.

Makingmommymine: Come...Mommy...come for Simon...your Master

Sara came when her online Master spoke as if he was her son...making the role play feel so real.

Makingmommymine: Now my slut...you incest slut...you mommy slut....

Submissivemom: cominggggggggg

Makingmommymine: Master Simon is happy

Sara kept the role playing up, even as her body continued to tremble.

Submissivemom: Thank you Master Simon...I love you son

Makingmommymine: Tomorrow is Earth Day

Submissivemom: I know

Makingmommymine: You will spend your hour without power becoming your son's sex slave

Submissivemom: Oh my

Makingmommymine: This isn't a suggestion...but an order

Sara was willing to take the risk...if only she knew for sure her son would be okay with it and not freak out.

Submissivemom: How?

Makingmommymine: A few choices. One is to just drop to your knees and fish his cock out; another is to accidently land on top of him and see what happens; another is to play truth or dare;

Submissivemom: Truth or dare...that could be fun.

Makingmommymine: You figure it out, my slut. I need to go. I will be unavailable tomorrow but I expect a full report of your successful seduction on Sunday.

Submissivemom: Okay...but I am very nervous.

Makingmommymine: Just remember...he wants to fuck you.

Submissivemom: I hope you're right.

Makingmommymine: Trust me I am.

Submissivemom: Okay.

Makingmommymine: Now keep that plug in your ass and go give your son a kiss goodnight...that should be a regular thing now.

Submissivemom: Should I put some pussy juice on my lips?

Makingmommymine: Of course...good night

Submissivemom: Good night Master

Makingmommymine: Good night Mommy-slut

Sara closed her laptop, put on her panties and robe and, after covering her lips with her juices, headed to Simon's room.

Simon clicked out of chat and started working on his iTunes playlist just as his mother walked into his room.

"What is my adorable son up to?" Sara asked.

Simon joked, playing with his mom, "Just watching porn."

Sara gasped, "Really?"

"I am eighteen," Simon pointed out.

"So you are," Sara said, after getting past the surprise of Simon's reaction, she figured she could use this to her advantage. "I suppose it is nylon porn?"

"Pardon?" Simon asked, surprised right back.

"Oh honey," Sara said, moving to his bed, "I know you have a nylon fetish."

"H-h-how?" Simon stammered, his offensive seduction suddenly now being powered by his mom.

"Oh sweetheart," Sara said, sitting on the edge of his bed, the anal plug going deeper in her ass, trying to push the idea of sex with her as a possibility, "I know that you check out my legs, especially when I'm in nylons."

"You dooooooo?" Simon asked, surprised.

"It's natural," Sara shrugged, before adding, "at least according to that theory you were telling me about yesterday."

 Simon, trying to act casual and strong, now that the original shock was now gone, said, "If that is true it is your fault then."

"How so?" Sara asked, with a raised eye brow, while considering just lifting up his sheets and taking his cock in her mouth.

"Well, you always dress so sexy," Simon admitted.

"You find me sexy?" Sara asked, surprised by her son's words.

"Mom, you are the hottest woman I know," Simon answered, which was the truth.

"You need to get out more," Sara said, playfully slapping his shoulder.

"I'd rather stay home with you," Simon smiled, hinting at tomorrow.

"Good," Sara said, "because tomorrow is Earth Day and I was hoping we would spend Earth Hour together."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else Mom," Simon replied.

"Great, it's a date," Sara said, then shook her head slightly at how corny she sounded.

"Are you going to dress up then?" Simon joked.

Sara smiled, as she leaned in and kissed him good night, this time allowing her kiss to last just slightly longer than a normal mother-son kiss, "Oh, I will be all dolled up for my man."

"Cool," Simon said, and then chastised himself in his head for sounding like such a moron after having such a suave line before.

"Good night, sweetie," Sara said, leaning in and kissing him again.

Simon this time kissed back briefly as his cock begged for attention.

Sara broke the kiss, turned on by her son's words and lips, "Sorry, honey, I forgot I already gave you a kiss good night."

"I'll take as many kisses as you want to give, Mom," Simon said, as he watched her stand up.

She giggled like a school girl flirting, "That is good to know." As she walked out of his room, leaned against the wall in the hallway, and began rubbing herself, so horny she couldn't wait to return to her room.

Simon, meanwhile, flipped off his sheets, grabbed his raging hard cock and began jerking off. Closing his eyes, he imagined his mom was still in his room, on his bed, as he moaned, "That's it, Mommy, suck your son's cock."

Sara gasped when she heard him.

Simon, oblivious to the audience just outside his door, continued to role play with himself, as he asked, "Does Mommy love her son's cock?"

Sara whispered to herself, "Yes, baby, Mommy loves your cock."

Simon pumped his cock furiously, a moment later ordering, "That's it slut, deep throat your Master's cock."

Sara moaned louder than she meant to as she heard his naughty words, just the thought of her son being her master getting her close to another orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck that cunt and ass of yours, Mommy-slut," Simon groaned a minute later, as he sprayed cum straight up in the air.

"Fuuuuck," Sara whimpered, biting her lip, as her own orgasm shuddered through her while she imagined becoming exactly that, Simon's Mommy-slut.

Both mother and son, recovered from their orgasms, both excited about making their fantasies a reality...both frustrated that it would have to wait until tomorrow.

.....

Both Simon and Sara were full of both anticipation and trepidation as Earth Hour wasn't until 8:30 pm and being a Saturday, they had all day together.

After breakfast, Sara asked, "So what are your plans today?"

"Write an essay in response to the Oedipus Complex theory," Simon answered, which was actually true.

"And what will your response be?" Sara asked, curious if his paper would be a lot different if tonight went as planned.

"Well, I originally was going to write it from a male point of view only, but after your comments last night, I am going to write it from a new, fresh point of view," Simon answered.

"And what would that be?" Sara asked, genuinely curious.

"The role of mothers either knowingly or unknowingly tempting their sons," Simon revealed.

"It's the mother's fault?" Sara asked with her eyebrow raised, even as she wiggled her stocking-clad feet to entice him.

"I'm not saying that," Simon said. "but if you know your son gets turned on by your beauty, or in my case your legs in nylons, and you continue to flaunt your sexy legs and always wear nylons, like you are doing right now...I think you are definitely to blame for stimulating that theory."

"You think I have sexy legs?" Sara asked smiling.

"God Mom, you are the hottest woman I know. All my friends call you MILF," Simon answered, which was true.

"Really?" Sara asked, flattered by the thought of Simon's teenage friends checking her out.

"Oh Mom, don't pretend you don't know you're hot," Simon accused, thinking they may not make it to the Earth Day hour at this rate.

"Oh, Simon," Sara gushed, squeezing his shoulders as he finished his orange juice. "I can't believe you and your friends think your old hag of a mother is attractive."

"Mom, you are the most beautiful woman I know," Simon said, which again was true.

"You have to say that, you're my son," Sara said, fishing for more compliments.

"No, you are supposed to say I am the handsomest man you know because I am your son and you created me," Simon countered.

"Oh, I love you," Sara said, giving him a big hug from behind.

"I love you too, Mom," Simon replied.

"So do you want to interview me for your essay?" Sara asked, realizing it would be a great opportunity to cross the invisible line once and for all.


"That's a great idea," Simon nodded, unknowingly thinking the exact same thing as his mother. "Let's do that tonight when we are hanging out during Earth hour."

"Great idea," Sara said, "So how about an afternoon movie?"

"Sure," Simon nodded. "Can we do supper out as well?"

"A great idea," Sara nodded.

"And we can dress up," Simon added.

"Should I wear nylons?" Sara asked. Before playfully adding, "I don't want to compound the evidence on your Oedipus Complex theory and my accidental impact on you."

Simon raised an eyebrow, "Is it all accidental?"

Sara shrugged, her smile playful and sexy, "That is for me to know and you to find out."

"Well then you'd better wear nylons, to keep the theory relevant," Simon suggested.

"Yea, sir," Sara agreed, trying to hint at her submissive side.

"Good Mommy," Simon replied, hinting at his dominant side.


An hour later, they were at the mall. Sara was dressed in a blue cocktail dress that barely covered the top of her tan lace thigh high nylons. She was sans bra and panties prepared to seduce him if the opportunity presented itself.


Simon was dressed in black dress pants, a dark blue dress shirt and tie which Sara thought made him extra handsome...a perfect replica of his father.

Simon was hard throughout the movie at the impending prospect of making his mother his pet. Simon pondered whether his mother would go through with it...she had obeyed every task so far and crossed a few inappropriate lines already...but would she cross the final taboo line of no return?

Sara, meanwhile, had problems staying focused on the movie as she imagined the near distant future when she would become her son's slut at last. Could she follow through with the task she was given? Would Simon respond approvingly to her submission? It seemed so, based on their awkward flirting yesterday and again that morning. Yet, once she crossed the line, there was no going back.

At dinner, they chatted about college, work and entertainment. Both of them sensed the tension, as they both avoided the conversations that had dripped with sexuality earlier.

They arrived home at 8:25 and Simon said, "I'll go and get my laptop to save my notes when I interview you."

"Okay, honey," Sara agreed, slipping out of her heels.

Five minutes later, Simon came back down to see his mom, the top of her thigh high stockings in full view, laying on the couch with her eyes closed.

"Is Mom going to sleep during Earth Hour?" Simon teased, the time to cross the final line now at hand.

Opening her eyes, Sara smiled and asked, "Will you give me a foot massage first, sweetheart?" Sara asked, before going all motherly. "Plus, it is Earth Hour...no electronics!"

"Of course," Simon agreed, putting his laptop on the table. He lifted up his mom's stocking-clad legs, sat down and allowed his mom's feet to fall into his lap. As he massaged her feet, he said, "Ready for your interview?"

"Sure, honey," Sara said, loving the feeling of Simon's hands on her feet, as she wondered what it would be like to have him moving his hands up her legs and to her fevered, long ignored pussy.

"Do you believe the Oedipus Complex syndrome is realistic?" Simon asked first.

Sara pondered the question before answering, "Well, the reality is there is no stronger bond than the love between mother and son. Thus, these feelings can naturally feel like more than just platonic love and blur the line."

"What line?" Simon asked.

"Between platonic and romantic love, of course," Sara answered, before adding, "I went online and read about the Oedipus Complex and learned that in many cases the son not only wants to sleep with his mother, but to dominate her sexually."

"Some do believe that," Simon nodded, his already stiff cock flinching in his pants, as he moved his hand to his mom's calf, just the slightest of hints of his interest in being indeed more than platonic.

"Have you ever fantasized of dominating me?" Sara asked, pushing the envelope...knowing this question should answer any last minute doubts she had of her son's interest being more than platonic.

Simon blushed, surprised at the question. Deciding that the risk of the truth being negative was remote after all he had learned, he answered, "Mom, I fantasize about making you my pet every day."

Sara asked, confident he was going to be as willing as she, "And what would that entail?"

Simon replied, "Unconditional obedience."

"Which means?" Sara asked, trying to draw out all his feelings.

"Being my twenty-four seven sexual submissive," Simon answered, putting it all on the table, as his hand slid just under her dress.

"So I would obey you without hesitation?" Sara asked, for clarification, even though she already knew the answer.

"Yes, you would be my Mommy-pet," Simon added, using the term he had used in his earlier chats.

"And you want that, Simon?" Sara asked, her cunt burning with lust...the answer to this question all that was left to make her willing to cross the line and become exactly that...his Mommy-pet.

"Mom, I have wanted you to be my sexual slave, my plaything, my submissive, my pet mommy, all my life," Simon answered, putting all his cards on the table.

"I'll take that as a yes," Sara smiled, lifting her feet off her son and moving onto her knees between her son's legs.

Simon stared at her, his expression one of disbelief, as his fantasy came to fruition. Wanting to make her work for it, even though he had already made his undeniable sexual lust for her obvious, stammered, "M-m-mommy what are you doing?"

Sara thought to herself, 'the little mother-fucker is trying to make me work for it'. She put her hand directly on his cock and said, "Tonight, son, I am your Mommy-slut, and you're my Master."

Even though Simon was confident that he would have his mother tonight, hearing the words out of her mouth was still shocking, He stammered, this time for real, "Y-y-you're sure."

"Baby, I have never been so sure of anything in my whole life," Sara purred, as she outlined his cock with her fingers. "Just tell your Mommy-slut what to do."

His cock was awkwardly positioned inside his pants and he made his first order to his beautiful mother. "Pull out my cock, Mommy-slut."

"Yes, Master," Sara eagerly agreed, her eyes never leaving her son's as she fished out his cock.

"I've fantasized about this for so long," he moaned, as soon as her hand was wrapped around his stiff member.

"Me too, Master," she admitted, as she stroked and stared, his cock even bigger than she had imagined. It was even bigger than her husband's eight inch cock. She cooed, "It's the biggest cock I have ever seen, Master."

"Too big for you to handle?" he asked, his girlfriend Kim never able to take it all in her mouth.

"Only one way to find out" she smiled playfully up at him as she leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, God," Simon moaned, the sensation of her lips wrapped around his cock amazing and surreal. Years of fantasy culminating into a shocking reality that was too good to be true.

She couldn't believe she had her son's cock in her mouth. She wanted to be a good slut, even better than his girlfriend Kim. She swirled her tongue around his mushroom top, teasing him like she had her husband.

He moaned in awe while looking down and watching his mother with his cock in her mouth.

Sara slowly took more of Simon's big cock in her mouth, intently determined to take all nine inches in her mouth, even though she had never had more than eight in the past. Hearing the soft moans from her son only enhanced her eagerness as each downward bob took more and more of his cock in her mouth. After a couple of minutes she was bobbing up and down on over six inches, eager to eventually take in all nine inches in her mouth.

Simon moaned, Kim just bobbed back and forth taking only a couple of inches in her mouth before wanting to get fucked. But his mom was treating his cock with focused attention and Simon knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He warned, "I'm going to come soon, Mommy-slut."

Sara wanting to taste his cum, wanting to swallow his full load, and still wanting to devour all nine inches in her mouth, began bobbing faster. She had over seven inches in her mouth when he grunted and unloaded an excessive load of his cum into her mouth.

She continued bobbing, swallowing every drop of his sweet seed.

Simon had his best orgasm ever and couldn't believe how the pleasure continued to course through him as his mom continued servicing his cock.

She finally took his cock out of her mouth and said, wanting to stay in the role of submissive, "Thank you, Master."

"Get undressed, Mommy-slut," Simon ordered, another fantasy of his to see in the flesh those voluptuous tits that she had showcased so well in her tight teasing outfits all these years.

"You want to see Mommy's tits?" Sara asked playfully, as she stood up.

"I want to see all my new playthings," Simon responded, enjoying playing the role of dominant, in charge man.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Sara purred, as she took her dress off, allowing her son to see her erect nipples, big tits and shaved pussy.

Simon smiled, "Delicious, even better than I could have imagined."

Cupping her tits together, she offered, "Well Master, they are yours to play with as you wish."

"And I love that shaved cunt of yours, Mommy-slut," Simon added, wondering what it would taste like.

"It's yours too, Master," she replied, giving, without hesitation, her body, mind and soul to him.

"I want you to fuck yourself Mommy-slut, but be creative, you can't use your fingers or toys," Simon said, wanting to see just how slutty his mother could be.

Sara loved just how naughty her son thought, but decided to outwit him, as she walked over to him, straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock.

"Hey!" Simon protested. "That is cheating."

"It's not a toy or my fingers," the sly mother pointed out, leaning forward so her tits were in his face.

"Fair enough," Simon chuckled, the feeling of his mom riding him another fantasy come true. He sucked and nibbled on his mother's big tits as she slowly rode him.

Sara was in utter euphoria as she enjoyed just slowly riding his cock. A real cock inside her felt amazing and she couldn't fathom how she had allowed herself to have gone so long without it.

After a few minutes of slow riding, Simon quit playing with his mom's tits and ordered, "On the couch and spread your legs, Mommy-slut."

"You don't like your mommy-slut riding you?" Sara pouted teasingly.

"Oh Mother, you will be riding it daily, but I have bigger plans for you tonight," he answered, as she got off his cock.

"How long have you been planning this night?" Sara asked.

"Since I understood I had a cock and you a cunt," he answered truthfully, before adding, "but the plan really took off when I fixed your computer."

"Pardon?" she asked, shocked by his words.

"Mom, I know all about your online activity," he revealed. "I assumed you wanted me to find out when you gave me your computer."

"Oh God!" Sara gasped, suddenly embarrassed, which was rather ludicrous considering she had just swallowed a load of her son's cum.

"Kimlovescunt and MasterJohn," Simon listed off. "Very intriguing reading."

"Y-y-you read those?" Sara asked, stunned.

"They were very hot. But the most interesting one was makingmommymine," Simon revealed.

Sara was shocked, briefly angry that he had violated her privacy, but then it quickly dissipated at the realization that it had led to this. So she responded, "So you took advantage of your mother's sexual secrets to make her your slut?"

"Is that wrong?" he asked innocently.

"Is this wrong?" she asked, grinning, dropping back to her knees and taking his cock back in her mouth.

"Some would say it is sick, twisted, immoral and illegal," he answered, as he grabbed her head and began fucking her face. "But I would say it is the most natural thing in the world."

After a few deep throat thrusts, that she handled with only a slight gag, he pulled out, and looking down at his beautiful, submissive, mother, added, "By the way, I'm makingmommymine."

"No!" Sara gasped again. As the full breadth of how she was played and manipulated came to light.


"And you're submissivemom," Simon added.

"That I am," she smiled, figuring how she was manipulated not really relevant considering she choose to obey.


"It was pretty hot when you kissed me with your pussy juice on your lips," he added. "You are a very bad, bad Mommy."

Sara was somehow even more turned on at the thought that her son had orchestrated all this. She asked, talking all sexy and pouty, looking up at her Master, "Are you going to punish your bad Mommy?"

"On the couch and spread those legs, Mommy-slut," he repeated the order that had been delayed with his revelations.

"Yes, Master," she agreed, getting up, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs as wide as she could.

"I'll be right back," he said, a nasty plan popping into his head.

She watched him walk away, curious what her deviant son had in mind. Her cunt was burning for attention and her mind was spinning with consequence.

He returned with her phone.

She looked at him perplexed as he walked over to her and without a word slid the phone inside her cunt. "Whaaaat are you doing?" Sara asked, surprised again.

"Putting a phone in your cunt," he answered, taking her question literally.

"But why?" she asked, wanting his cock in her badly.

"You'll see," he smiled as he grabbed his phone from the table.

Sara instantly realized what he was about to do. Seconds later her phone started ringing and vibrating inside her. She moaned loudly, "Ohhhhhh."

"Ohhhh what?" he asked.

"Ohhhh you dirty boy," she teased, as the strange pleasure vibrated inside her.

After a couple more rings, he asked, "Are you going to get that?"

Sara moaned, as her orgasm began to rise, "No, I think I'll just let it ring and ring."

Simon watched, knowing his mom was close before hanging up.

"Nooooo," she whimpered, frustrated at how close she was to an orgasm.

He said, his tone suddenly firm, "Mommy-sluts only come when given permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," she reluctantly agreed, turned on by her son's dominant persona, but frustrated at his not letting her cum.

Simon put his phone down and was coming to get the phone in Sara's cunt when it began ringing again.

"You tease," she moaned.

"That isn't me," he admitted as he laughed.

"Should I get it?" she asked, the vibrations again building her long needed orgasm.

"I think you should," he answered. "It may be someone important."

"I'm with the most important person in my world," Sara replied, trying to delay answering the phone call.

"Answer it!" he ordered.

She awkwardly pulled the phone out of her cunt. When it was out she couldn't believe how sticky with cum it was. She looked at him and said, "It's wet."

"Answer it!" he repeated.

Looking at the number she gasped, "It's nana."

"Answer it!" Simon demanded.

"Fine," she said, pressing answer. "Hi, Mother."

Simon immediately moved to his mother and buried his face in her very wet cunt.

Glenda, Sara's mother, responded, "Hi, honey. What's new?"

She wanted to answer, 'I just became a Mommy-slut for your grandson', but instead replied, "Not much, just spending a pleasant evening home alone with Simon."

 "You really need to get out and find a man," Glenda scoffed.

Sara sighed, as it was the same thing she heard from her mother every time they talked. "Mom, I found a man."

"You did?" Glenda asked, surprised as usually the response by her daughter was negative.

"Yes, he is perfect," Sara replied, holding in a moan as her perfect man licked her pussy. "Actually, I think you would really like him."

"That is great," Glenda said, pleased to hear her daughter was happy. "Where did you meet him?"

Simon listened intently to the conversation between his mother and nana as he licked his mom's cunt. As expected, she was delicious and he imagined this would be a regular snack of his from now on.

"Oh, I have known him for a long tiiiime," Sara answered, Simon's tongue a constant distraction.

"Are you okay, dear?" Glenda asked, sensing her daughter sounded strange.

"Yes, Simon and I are just playing a game of chess," Sara lied, a game that was a staple in their family since she was a child.

"Don't let him get your queen," Glenda stressed, believing it was the key piece to victory.

"Ooooh, he already has it," Sara moaned, unable to hold it in as her orgasm built from Simon's impressive tongue work.

Simon spoke up, "Mom, you're just a pawn to me now."

Sara blushed as Glenda asked, "What did he say?"

"Oh he's talking trash because he is winniiiiing," Sara whimpered, her orgasm about to explode.

Simon, his cock rock hard, moved up and in one hard deep thrust filled his mom's cunt, as he quipped, "Here's my king."

"Aaaaaaah," Sara moaned loudly, into the phone.

Glenda was concerned by her daughter's strange behaviour. The last sound sounded more like a sexual moan than anything else. Yet. That was absurd if she was with Simon. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Simon continued slamming into her, reveling in the ultimate power he had over her. His nana, a former Miss Alabama, was a beautiful woman too and the thought of adding her to his incest slut collection suddenly popped into his head.

Sara tried to speak normally, even as her orgasm grew, "N-n-nothng, just about to lose to Simon."

"Well, he is good at chess," Glenda said, still finding the conversation strange.

"He is a master at the game," Sara quipped, looking directly at Simon who was slamming into her, filling her with all nine inches of his cock.

Simon continued fucking her until he suddenly pulled out, lowered himself slightly, and slammed his cock into her ass without warning.

"Mother fuckeeeeer," Sara screamed, as her ass was filled with cock.

"What the hell?" Glenda gasped, at her daughter's language.

"Checkmate," Simon announced, as he flicked her clit with his finger while all nine inches filled her ass.

"S-s-sorry, Mother," Sara stammered, as Simon pounded her ass. "I just lost the game."

"Well that is terrible language to use in front of your child," Glenda scolded.

Sara said, "Mom, I've got to go. We can chat more tomorrow."

"Okay, honey," Glenda answered, although Sara had already hung up...or so she thought.

"You are a bad, bad booooy," Sara scolded playfully, loving the feeling of a cock in her ass.

"You called me a mother fucker on the phone with nana," Simon pointed out, amused.

Glenda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her daughter was fucking her grandson. Yet, she didn't hang up, she didn't speak, she listened in voyeuristic awe, her own long neglected cunt getting wet as all the strange sounds Sara had made earlier suddenly made sense.

"You are a mother fuckeeeer," Sara pointed out, the double pleasure of a cock in her ass and the constant flicking on her clit making her delirious.

"Come, my Mommy-slut," Simon ordered. "Come like the ass slut you are."

Glenda's hand went mindlessly to her cunt as she listened to the incestuous act. Her husband dead seven years, her last date over a year ago, her last cock over two years, the taboo act was a surprising turn on.

Permission granted, the invisible barrier that had held Sara's orgasm at bay disappeared and the most intense, pleasure to ever cascade through her hit her in rolling waves.

"Yeeeees, Masteeeer," Sara screamed, "I love your cooooock in my fuck holes."

Glenda flashed back to her husband and his dominant behaviour. He was her master for over thirty years and her his submissive slut. How she longed to be dominated, treated like a slut and used as a fuck toy again.

Simon intensely watched Sara's facial expressions of euphoria as he continued to slam his cock into her amazingly tight ass.

"Oh fucking fuck-fuck, mommy's comiiiiiing," Sara babbled, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her.

Glenda's fingers furiously rubbed her clit as she imagined her grandson fucking her.

Simon asked, "Where does Mommy-slut want her Master's cum?"

"In my ass," Sara answered, having never felt a man come in her ass.

"Beg for it, slut," Simon ordered.

"Oh God Master, fill Mommy's ass with your cum," Sara begged, a surprising second orgasm beginning to build in her even though the first hadn't completely ended.

Glenda grabbed the rolling pin that was on the kitchen table for the cookies she had just made and slid the small handle inside her cunt. Her husband loved to watch her fuck herself with crazy objects, so this wasn't the first time she was intimate with a rolling pin. Closing her eyes, she relived her days as a submissive slut, imagining it was her being used.

"Or how about I cum all over your pretty face and send a picture of her slut daughter to nana?" Simon asked.

"You'd fuck her too if given the chance wouldn't you?" Sara asked, trying to enhance the naughtiness of their first night of incest.

Glenda's orgasm was close already from fucking herself with the rolling pin, but hearing her daughter and grandson talk about her had her near an orgasmic apocalypse.

"I'd make her my nana-slut and take all three of her fuck holes," Simon answered, the idea suddenly super-hot.

Glenda's orgasm hit her with the hot intensity of a thousand suns as she imagined her grandson making her his nana-slut.

"Does the Oedipus Complex count for nanas too?" Sara smiled.

"I imagine it does," Simon laughed, as his second orgasm of the night got close. He added, "Of course, I would make my two incest sluts eat each other's cunts."

"Hmmmm, you are such a naughty boy," Sara teased, the idea of eating her mother's pussy popping into her head for the first time.

"A mother fucker," Simon corrected.

"A nana fucker," Sara teased.

Glenda continued to be stunned by what she was hearing, the thought of eating out her daughter suddenly a vivid image in her mind. She had many times eaten pussy for master at parties, swinger's clubs or threesomes at their home.

"Here it comes," Simon grunted, as he deposited a load of his cum in his mom's ass.

"Oh yes, baby," Sara moaned, loving the feeling of cum exploding in her, as she moved her hand to her clit and began rubbing frantically.

Glenda pulled the makeshift fuck toy out of her cunt and pondered the shocking revelations as she continued to eavesdrop.

"Master, may I come again?" Sara asked, her second orgasm close

"Will you help me make nana my slut?" Simon asked, still fucking his mom's ass, albeit slower.

"I'll do whatever master orders me to," Sara answered, meaning it. The idea of seeing her overbearing perfect mother getting ass fucked enhancing her rising orgasm.

"So you'll eat nana's cunt?" Simon questioned.

"I'll eat her asshole after you come inside it," Sara answered, trying to make it as dirty as possible.

"Come again, Mommy-slut," Simon ordered. "Come while thinking about making nana your cunt licking slave."

Sara moaned loudly as she rubbed her clit furiously at the idea of her mother as her pet slut.

Glenda, meanwhile, couldn't believe the incestuous act her daughter had committed, or the reality that she herself had just got off intensely listening to it, nor could she believe they both were conspiring to add her to their morally wrong act. Yet...her cunt was still leaking cum as she imagined indeed being her grandson's nana-slut and her daughter's mommy-slut.

"Oh God, oh God, fuuuuck," Sara screamed as her second, although smaller, orgasm hit her.

Simon, pulled out, and said, suddenly tender, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, son," Sara weakly responded, her body drained from the act of ultimate submission.

Glenda clicked end on her cell and then without thinking about it texted:

I'm flying into Boston next weekend to come and visit for a couple of weeks.

Sara's phone buzzed indicating she had a text, and Simon grabbed the phone.

"Holy shit," Simon said amused, amazed at the timing of the text.

"What?" she asked curious.

"Nana is coming to town next weekend," he answered.

"No way," she said, not believing it.

Simon handed her the phone and said, "I think the incest Gods are on my side."

Sara laughed, as she read the text, "It seems they are."

She texted back, putting a lot of innuendo in the text that her mother wouldn't catch on to:

Great to hear you are coming, Mom. You really don't come enough. Simon will be thrilled to know you are coming too. Remember it is the rainy season here so you may get very wet.

After sending it, Sara showed it to Simon who laughed, "You're a very bad girl."

"Maybe you should discipline me," Sara suggested.

Glenda read the text and saw her daughter's naughty innuendo. She went to the fridge, grabbed a nice long thick cucumber and headed to her bedroom for another orgasm.

Simon leaned in and kissed her softly. He then said, "Best Earth Hour ever."

Looking at the clock, she chuckled, "And with a minute to spare."

Simon moved up and offered his cock to his mother, "Well, we can't have that!"

Sara smiled, "How many times can you fire that loaded weapon?"

"A dozen," he shrugged.

Sara said, before taking his cock in her mouth, "You know, Earth Hour is just starting in the Mountain Time Zone."

"And then it will be another Earth Hour in the Pacific time zone," Simon chuckled.

Sara added, before taking her son's cock back in her mouth, not remotely phased that it had last been in her ass, "Plus, you still have one more fuck hole to cum in."

The end

"I Love You, Mommy." — A mother's immoral love for her son

Nothing out of the ordinary, it was a Halloween like any other Halloween with me visiting my son, Joey, to spend some quality time with him, his wife, Patty, and my grandchildren. Normally, I vacation with them for a week every summer but, this time, his wife, Patty, asked me to come again over the Halloween weekend to see the kids in their costumes and to take them trick or treating. Since Halloween was my son's birthday anyway, it was a way for me buy him a birthday gift there, instead of buying it here and shipping it.

"Mom, can you come over Halloween," asked Patty? "I could really use your help with the kids and they'd be so excited for you to see them in their Halloween costumes."

"Yeah, sure, I'd love nothing more than to spend the Halloween holiday with you, the kids, and Joey. It would be fun to pass out candy after taking the kids trick or treating. I haven't done that in years, since Joey was a boy. Maybe, the day before, we can go to the haunted fun house together."

Only, a Halloween birthday surprise for Joey, my son didn't know that I had arrived to celebrate Halloween and his birthday, and I didn't know that this holiday would change our lives forever and change our relationship from mother and son to Elizabeth and Joey, lovers.

It all started early one morning when Joey found his way home drunk. It had been his birthday. Not only had he missed his kids dressed in costume and taking them out trick or treat but also he had missed his own party with cake, candles, and presents. With the kids disappointed that Daddy wasn't there to celebrate Halloween and his birthday with them, his wife and kids had already gone to bed, and I was still up watching television, something I never do so late, but I was worried about him.

"Where the Hell is he? Why didn't he call? Maybe something happened to him. I'm going to lay into him when he walks through the door," I said to myself, while pacing back and forth and peering out the window for evidence of his truck. Then, I thought, "Stay out of it. He's married now. This is between him and his wife. He's not your little boy anymore, but a grown man with a wife and kids. If you must, you can have your say later after his wife and when you are alone with him," I said to calm the anger that he'd rather be out drinking than to be home with his family for Halloween.

It was well after one o'clock in the morning when I heard him out front. Relieved, I knew it was him, as soon as he pulled up to the house. Only, when he hit the curb with his front tire, slammed his door twice to close it, dropped his keys, and swore, I knew he was drunk.

"Fuck! Where's my keys? Where the Hell are they? There they are. Just my luck, it figures they'd fall in the only freakin' puddle on the street."

He was lucky he hadn't killed himself and/or someone else. He was lucky he hadn't been stopped, arrested, and thrown in jail. In this day and age of public awareness and public outcry, akin to being an outcast from having leprosy during the Middle Ages or AIDS in the eighties or being a registered sex offender, driving drunk today was only asking for trouble. With a drunken driving conviction that follows you around the rest of your life, no one likes a drunk, especially a drunk driver. Only, thinking that it was only bizarre bad behavior, I didn't know that this had recently become his regular routine. Going out to the bar, hanging out with the guys, and coming home drunk, changed him from a good boy to a bad man. He didn't know, yet, that his wife, my daughter-in-law, Patricia, had asked me to stay with them over the Halloween holiday weekend.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday, Joey," I thought I'd greet him at the door, but I didn't say a word. Not wanting to awaken Patty and/or the kids, I was angry with him that he had disappointed his children and upset his wife. I just let him fumble and stumble himself inside.

Now, I understood what was happening between them and the reason why she asked me to come so soon for another visit. Maybe the reason she asked me to stay longer had less to do with helping out with the kids and more to do with helping her out with Joey. He was a mess. Neglecting his family obligations and drinking to an excess, he was out of control. Now, unable to even fend for himself, in the drunken condition and weakened state he was in, he needed more tender loving care than his 2-year-old daughter and 4-year-old son.

Because he was my son and because I loved him, I still was biased in his favor, figuring that Patty was the reason why Joey started drinking. Maybe, after the birth of the children and with her being tired from caring for them and cooking and cleaning, they weren't intimate anymore. It still amazed me how someone who was only 25-years-old could have such a problem with alcohol. When did he suddenly start drinking? Why did he suddenly start drinking? He didn't drink before he was married. I don't remember him ever having a drink when he lived with me. After having lived with and survived his drunken father, I wouldn't even allow alcohol in the house.

Yet, a telltale sign, even when the economy was good, he couldn't keep a job. Another telltale sign that he had a serious problem with alcohol, even when he finally admitted that he was an alcoholic and attended regular AA meetings, Patty confessed that he still couldn't stop drinking. A closet drunk, he had somehow hidden his drinking from me. It's a disease. His father had it and now he has it.

"He'd rather celebrate his birthday with his drunken friends, instead of with his family. That's where he is, in the bar with his friends getting drunk again," said Patty. "He'd rather drink and get drunk than to see his children in costume and take them trick or treating."

I could see in her eyes that she not only had already given up on him but also, by the late night telephone calls she received, that she had the interest and the attention of someone else. They lived in a small house with small rooms and she didn't think that I could hear her behind her closed bedroom door whispering her secret, sexual desire for someone else, but I could.

"Do you really like my tits? Tell me, what do you like about my breasts? Well, I really like your cock and if you were here now, what I'd do is..."

I figured she was having an affair with a co-worker or a customer. I didn't blame her. How could I for what she's already been through with Joey not working, not looking for work, not helping out with the kids, and getting drunk?

It would serve my son right, if she was having an affair. We all need the loving support and sexual comfort of someone and if you're not getting it at home, then it's only a matter of time before you'll get it from somewhere and someone else. With no one to blame but himself, my son should have been taking better care of business at home, instead of giving all his business to the neighborhood bar.

Patty was a pretty girl. She reminded me of myself when I was her age. She had the same color strawberry blonde hair and the same color hazel eyes, the same shapely build, the same 120 pound weight, and the same 5'5" height as me. Right down to the same C cup breast size and shape, she could have been my younger clone.

Looking at her was eerily familiar, as if I was looking in the mirror at myself fifteen years ago. I felt as though her face was my living picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. The physical similarities we had in common were shocking. Everyone who saw us out together either thought we were mother and daughter or sisters.

It pains me to admit it but, when I first met her, I couldn't help but wonder if Joey had harbored incestuous thoughts for me by marrying her. Patty and I looked too much alike for me or for anyone not to think that. Only, as soon as I thought the thought, I put it out of my mind as silly nonsense.

"We don't chose the one we fall in love with," I told myself, "it's just a coincidence that he was attracted to someone who looked exactly like me, exactly like his mother."

Then, I wondered if he purposely set out to find someone who looked enough like me that, when he was having sex with his wife, he'd pretend he was having sex with me? It was weirdly disturbing to think that thought and even though I tried not to think those thoughts, whenever I was alone and lonely and touching myself, I found myself thinking that he had married Patty because he couldn't marry me. I imagined him wanting to have sex with me, his mother.

Maybe, as any overprotective mother tends to do, thinking that no woman is good enough for her son, I was flattering myself in thinking that Joey was attracted to me and, further, that only I was good enough for Joey. Maybe I was just imagining something that wasn't there. It was obvious that I needed to let him go. He wasn't my little boy anymore. He was a man now, only, by not working and getting drunk all the time, he wasn't acting like the man he needed to be for Patty and for his children.

Yet, as further proof that he had been sexually attracted to me and purposely chose Patty, people at their wedding, people who I never met before, approached me to compliment me on how pretty my daughter looked.

"It's amazing. I can't tell mother from daughter. You two could be sisters, instead of mother and daughter. Your daughter is so pretty. She makes a beautiful bride. You must be so proud of her."

All the comments were the same tone and gave me the same shocking suggestion that my son had been lusting over me all these years.

"Thank you, she does make a beautiful bride and I am so very proud of her, only, she's not my daughter. She's my daughter-in-law."

"Oh, really? You look so much alike," they'd all say looking from me to her and back to me again, before excusing themselves to whisper their perverted suspicions to their friends.

Embarrassed by their questioning looks, I knew they were thinking my son married her because he couldn't have Mommy. Even Patty had that same wondering look the first day I met her and I knew that she was thinking the same thing. Her look made me feel dirty and wicked. Her look made me feel that I had used and abused the sacred trust of mother and son. Even though I had never done anything inappropriate with my son, not even so much as having an incestuous thought, she made me feel that I must have had sex with my son for him to go out and find my carbon copy, my younger clone.

Nonetheless, I felt guilty that she and they thought that I had. Yet, for him to find a woman, who looked so much like me, his mother, that she could have been my twin sister or my daughter, now I was certain that he had inappropriate thoughts about me, especially when we lived together, as mother and son. What should have made my skin crawl, what should have made my stomach turn, made me excited that my son wanted me, as much as I was beginning to understand and admit that I wanted him.

Not even giving it a second thought then, I can see the voyeuristic pattern that he masterminded now. Looking back and remembering all that he did to quench his curiosity about me and to quell his sexual lust for me, I can finally see all the voyeuristic opportunities and sexual scenarios that he had obviously devised to successfully see me in all manners of undress, including being topless and even naked. I shudder to think that he had used me to get what he sexually wanted and needed at the time. If I confronted him, embarrassed that he was sexually attracted to his mother, he'd surely deny it. The trusting and loving mother that I was, I felt like the fool not to have seen all he had purposely done in trying to see me naked.

Making it appear accidental, but definitely on purpose, no doubt, when I was getting undressed for bed or dressed for work, he'd open my bedroom door with the pretense of having something important to tell me.

"Mom, Mom, I forgot to tell you. Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were changing."

Like a deer caught in headlights, he'd stand there staring at my nakedness and surprised by his sudden appearance, I was always too slow to cover up. Trying to be the patient parent and the understanding mother, I didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm for sharing his thoughts with me nor did I want to make him feel that sex was dirty or forbidden by showing the embarrassing shame that I felt in him seeing me in my underwear, topless or naked. Matter of fact, I encouraged him to talk to me at any time, only, for his benefit, he used that a bit too literally, opening my door in a rush without warning and without the courtesy of a knock. Still, I always reinforced how important it was for him to knock first, before opening my door, but to no avail.

"You need to knock, Joey, before entering a room that has a closed door. Give me a minute and I'll be right out to listen to what you have to tell me."

Probably hoping to see more than he did, he usually caught me in my bra and panty. Yet, there were a few times he caught me with my nightgown over my head either taking it off in the morning or putting it on at night. I remember thinking that it was an accident and that he didn't see much. Yet, thinking about it now, he must have seen me naked more than a few times. Then, there were all those times that he barged in the bathroom and flung open the door on the pretense that he had to pee really badly. Since we only had the one bathroom, I didn't think anything of it. Even though I asked him to knock, he said he had.

"You probably didn't hear me knock over the shower, Mom. Sorry," he said and I naively accepted that as a viable and innocent explanation.

With my radio playing in the background and my head under the water, he could have been standing there in the bathroom peeping at me through the shower curtain that never closed all the way for all that I knew. He was my son, after all, and I trusted him not to purposely violate my privacy, even though that was exactly what he had done.

Our bathroom door didn't have a lock and he was so quick to open it. I could have installed a lock, but I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. I was so naïve.

He had a knack of catching me just as I was getting out of the shower, before I even had a chance to grab a towel. Taken by surprise, showering before I even had my cup of morning coffee, I was slow to react to cover my nakedness with a towel. He must have seen plenty, my tits, my ass, and my pussy. Now that I think about it, he must have listened for the water being turned off and the shower curtain being pulled open, before turning the knob and rushing inside. After a while, with him seeing me naked so many times, I was numb to it. It was no big deal for me but, in hindsight, it was a big deal to him. I mean, I still covered myself with a towel, but I didn't make the issue out of it that I should have.

"Sorry, Mom, but I have to pee," he'd say, even when he was no longer my little boy, but my18-year-old man.

I found it difficult not to look and to watch, when he whipped out his cock in front of me and started peeing. I pretended not to look, but I did. I pretended that I wasn't watching but, from out of the corner of my eye, I was. Only, I'd be mortified if he ever caught me staring at his cock. Unable to admit it to myself, I'd be embarrassed if he thought I wanted him, my son, sexually, but in thinking about it now, I did.

A woman without a man, I was horny, too. I had sexual needs, too, that weren't being met. In hindsight, I realize now that he wanted me to see his cock, as much as I wanted to see it, and he wanted to see me naked, as much as I wanted him to see me naked. Genetically similar, as mother and son, apparently, I was just as perverted and horny as he was, and as sexually attracted to him as he was to me.

The first time it happened, the first time he saw something of me that he shouldn't, uncomfortable at how much I was showing and how much he saw, I was embarrassed, by the thought that my son had seen me in my bra and panty, topless and/or naked. Having him see me topless and/or naked was certainly more embarrassing for me than having him see me in my panty and bra but, when I realized he was trying to see me in my panty and bra and/or topless or naked, I felt violated. Yet, enflame by incestuous thoughts, the embarrassment that I felt then, has developed and manifested itself into sexual excitement and a sick sort of sexual attraction to him now. Perhaps, it has something with him being married and forsaking me for another woman. I don't know.

I remember dismissing those forbidden thoughts with the knowledge that I was his mother and he was my son and neither of us thought of what had just happened sexually. Only, years later, judging by how excited I feel about it now, it was obvious how excited he must have felt about it then. Living with me until he was nearly 22-years-old and not leaving home until his girlfriend became pregnant and gave birth to their son, those same sexual thoughts that excited him several years ago, from the time he was 18-years-old and possibly before, until when he left home at nearly 22-years-old, now excite me. Maybe because he is no longer there as my constant companion, maybe because I'm just lonely and horny and need a man in my life, but whatever the reason, I feel a twisted sexual desire and a longing sexual passion for my son.

Had I known then that he was trying to see me naked, I would have been more than embarrassed. I would have felt uncomfortable. I would have confronted him, perhaps, and had a talk with him about the birds and the bees. Maybe I would have even taken him to see a professional, a psychologist. Only, in the way that I'm sexually feeling and thinking about my son now, I'm the one who needs the psychiatrist.

Once I started feeling a sexual attraction to my son, once I started fantasizing about making love to him and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs, I chalked it up to being lonely. I figured I was horny. Maybe it was a hormonal imbalance or a side effect from some of the medication my doctor had prescribe that I take. Maybe there was something in the flavored water I was drinking or the low carb, fat free food I was eating.

We don't know what chemicals they put in foods today, a byproduct of what they give to the animals for them to procreate and for the crops to flourish. They tell us to read the labels, but if the farmers are injecting their cows, hens, and crops with designer drugs to make for a better harvest of milk, eggs, and produce, not to mention all the shit they dump in the ocean that indirectly makes it to our dinner plates with the fish we eat, who knows what chemicals we're putting in our bodies and the side effects that they may have. I realize that I'm searching for justification of why I was suddenly sexually attracted to my son, but for whatever reason it was, I had suddenly developed a deep and strong sexual attraction for my son and I couldn't remove him from my mind.

I knew it was wrong. Ashamed to admit it, when thinking about my son sexually, I was no longer thinking motherly thoughts. I was imagining him naked and with an erection. I was imagining him reacting favorably, an understatement, sexually to seeing me naked. I was imagining touching him, kissing him, and making love to him, while he touched me, kissed me, and made love to me.

"God, I'm so fucking horny," I said shocked that I said it out loud, while hoping Patty was asleep and didn't hear me. "I need to find a man. Maybe if I had a man in my life, I wouldn't have these incestuous thoughts about my son."

Just as I knew nothing would ever come of it, I knew those incestuous thoughts were wrong, but they continued to happen. So long as I didn't act upon my incestuous feelings, what could possibly happen? With no one else knowing how I truly felt about my son, not his wife and surely not Joey, what could possibly go wrong?

 "Joey, I want you," I'd suddenly say, when there was no one around to hear me, while thinking that if I thought it and said it enough times that he'd want me, too. Only, what would I do if he did want me? It sounded good at the time, but realistically, it's a sick fantasy for a mother to want her son sexually. It's not normal.

What did I know? Still a child myself, when I had him as a baby, I was so young and emotionally troubled. As he matured, not realizing that my son was a testosterone filled, horny, young man; I didn't realize that he had been abusing our living arrangements hoping to see whatever he could see of me, no doubt, to masturbate over later. Now thirty-nine-years old, only fifteen years older than my son, and now that I'm finally enlightened with this sudden insight of sexuality, I wonder, had I known then what I suspect now, if I would have done anything differently to not only encourage his inappropriate behavior but also to have some fun with it.

Would I have taken more care in how I presented myself in front of him or would I have teased him unmercifully and taken less care and dressed even more provocatively? Would I have worn a bathrobe over my nightgown? Surely, now that I think about it, inadvertently, I must have been driving him mad with lustful thoughts and sexual desires.

Only, I wish I had known the effect that I had on him. I could have had some fun, too. A delayed reaction on my part, embarrassed to think that I excited him then, it makes me excited now to think that I did. Now that I recall, he could certainly see the impressions that my nipples made in the thin fabric of my nightgown, just as he could clearly see my dark patch of pubic hair beneath the nearly transparent, white cotton material.

"I'd give anything for him to suck my tits, now," I said touching myself, while waiting for Joey to finally come home and laying on the couch with the flickering light from the television reflecting the desire that I had for my son.

Without realizing it, oblivious to his horny stares, before he was married and when we were living together, as mother and son, I really must have given him a show of my nakedness, especially when I opened the refrigerator door with my head inside pondering what to make for breakfast. When I stood in front of the windows and opened the curtains to allow in the bright morning light, he must have seen my naked body right through my nightgown. Now that I think of it, he was always there watching me, looking at me, and staring at me. He was ready to use any and every opportunity to see me naked. He was such a horny young man.

Thinking back, I remember those times when he was going to the gym regularly and he wanted me to give him a massage. At first I was turnoff by the idea of rubbing down my son and touching so much of his exposed body, but it was all so very innocent. Only, touching him in that way and seeing and feeling so much of his body excited me.

He still wore his briefs, but I remember now, he always had an erection, an erection that I always wished I could feel and that made me horny to see. Pretending not to see it, impossible not to stare at it, I imagined it that night, when alone with my horny and lonely thoughts. While touching myself and thinking incestuously about my son, I imagined him making love to me.

Surely, I didn't think it was me, who was arousing him, I just thought he was a normal, healthy young man. Admittedly, seeing the bulge in his briefs made me as horny as it did curious, as to what his cock looked like now. Even though I briefly saw it when he whipped it out in front of me to pee, I never had a close, hands-on examination of it. Yet, but for a deep rooted desire to suck him off, I wrestled with my libido to put those sexual thoughts out of my mind. I was his mother, after all, and he was my son.

"That feels so good, Mommy. You have great hands."

"Relax, Joey. You're so tense," I said while thinking, turn over and I'll give you a happy ending.

I imagined reaching my hand inside and surrounding his cock with my fingers. I imagined reaching down and cupping his balls, before slowly and gently stroking my son's cock as only a mother lovingly could. Then, when he was good and hard, when he was so excited that he was wild with passion for me, I'd lower my mouth to his stiff prick and take him in my mouth.

Yet, I was the one who was tense. Suddenly having the overpowering urge to touch my son, I wanted to feel his cock. Whenever I gave him an innocent massage, I imagined reaching down his underwear, pulling out his cock and stroking him, before taking him in my mouth and sucking him off. What's wrong with me?

I wanted to show him what truly great hands I had by reaching inside his briefs, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and giving him a hand job. I wanted to show him how only a mother could pleasure her son by leaning down and giving him a blowjob. Only, every time I thought those thoughts, a line that I could never cross, I'd admonish myself.

Just as I was having inappropriate thoughts about him, thoughts that I dismissed as soon as I had them, I should have known when he wanted to give me a massage that he was having inappropriate thoughts about me, too. I should have turned him down, when he wanted to touch my tired body, but his hands felt so good on my shoulders, back, butt, and legs. I didn't think anything of it, when he seemingly and accidentally touched the side of my breast or came a little too close to my pussy, so close that his hand tickled my pussy hairs, while massaging my thighs. Matter of fact, more than once, when he started massaging my back and legs, he aroused me sexually and I was hoping he'd accidentally touch my breast or brush past my pussy. Always when he left my bedroom, I'd have to masturbate my desire for him away.

"Oh, Joey, that feels so soothing. You're going to put me to sleep."

I remember that I did fall asleep once and if I was sleeping, at the very least, he must have lifted my towel to examine my naked body up close. I imagine he must have touched me, felt my tits, ass, and/or pussy. I'm a sound sleeper and definitely, he could touched me without waking me.

Now that I recall, I remember having a dream that I was being examined by a gynecologist. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that was my son touching me, fondling me, and probing me with his fingers, cock, and/or tongue. It wouldn't be the first time that I slept through sex. Still, the thought that my son may have had his way with me with his fingers, cock or tongue, while I slept should have made me ill but, instead, it gave me goose bumps. The thought of him touching me sexually makes me wish I had been awake to reciprocate what little pleasure he may have received from my sleeping body.

I was wrong to have allowed him to give me a massage, just as I was wrong to allow him to see me with just a small towel covering my butt, while exposing the entire side of my breasts to him. Lying face down on the bed, I didn't invite him in the bedroom, until I had the towel positioned across my butt. Truly, I didn't think he could see anything, but maybe he could and maybe he did. Now that I remember, he was always positioning and repositioning my legs. Oh, my God, I'm such a fool. Every time he moved my legs, I must have flashed him and given him a great view of my pussy. Embarrassed to think of that then, I'm excited to think of that now.

"Relax Mom. I'm just going to move your legs, so that I can work your hamstrings."

Trying to preserve my modesty, I remember now it was always awkward to turn over and to reposition the towel that was on my butt to cover my pussy and to grab a second towel to cover my breasts without having him see anything. He must have seen more than I thought he did. Although it did feel deliciously erotic when he massaged the top of my breasts and the front of my thighs, he must have had a clear view of my pussy beneath the towel.

After he left the room for me to get dressed, I remember getting up from my bed aroused, horny, and frustrated. Wishing he had felt my breasts and fingered my pussy, I always wished his massages were more sexual. Just as he must have felt guilty about having sexual thoughts for his mother; I berated myself for having those same sexual thoughts for my son.

Now that I remember him, he was always walking around with an erection and adjusting himself. Much like the professional baseball players, I just thought it was what guys did, always getting erections and always adjusting themselves. I thought he was always staring at me because being his only family, I was his world and he just loved me, as a son would normally love his mother. I didn't know he was lusting over me, while peeping and trying to see whatever he could see of me, whenever he could see it.

Certainly, even though I entertained the same forbidden thoughts and sexual desires, I never figured, as his Mom, that I was arousing my son. Even though my Mom had three sons, my Mom wasn't around to teach me much of anything, especially how to keep my legs closed. Kicking me out of the house, after I became pregnant, my Mom never met my son or even acknowledged his birth.

Had I known then what I know now, I wonder if I would have played my son and shown him even more for me to sexually take advantage of the situation and to masturbate myself later with the thoughts of having purposely shown him my body? I'm human, too. I had sexual needs, too, that weren't being met, back then. Being a single mother with no extra money to afford a babysitter, having to find odd jobs that I could do from home, I didn't have the time or the inclination to party and few men want to take on a woman with the baggage of another man's child.

Now that I think of it, while wearing my short nightgown and picking up clutter before vacuuming the mess, I remember all those times when, as a teenager, he was lying on the floor playing video games and I was walking around him and by him, without ever wearing panties and without even giving it a thought. And all those times, while playing a game of cards or Scrabble or Monopoly, feeling comfortable in my own apartment, when sitting across from him in my short skirt and never giving a thought if my legs were tightly closed or if I was flashing him my panties, makes me feel uncomfortably excited now. Then, there were all those hugs when I thought nothing of his stray hand touching the side of my breast or the top of my ass, while wishing he'd touch more.

He had a habit of always touching more than he should and more than what was deemed appropriate, whenever hugging me. Only, I never put a sexual spin on his touching. I chastised myself for having those sexual thoughts of wanting him to touch even more of me. Now that I think about it, either he thought I was instigating the sexual attraction or he thought me an oblivious fool. I wish I had known then what I suspect now. Only, I chalked it up to him being emotionally needy. I figured it was my fault that he was like the way he was because he didn't have a dad. I blamed everything on myself and on the mistakes that I made so early in life.

All that time, he must have been looking up my nightgown and when I bent down to pick up his strewn clothes, I must have given him the perfect down nightgown view of my boobs. It never occurred to me that I was giving my son a show and giving him fodder to jerk off over later in the privacy of his bedroom or bathroom. Incest is such a wicked thought that even thinking about it now, so many years later, should make me sick, but it doesn't. It makes me excited to think that my son wanted me, his mother.

Certainly, if I knew he had incestuous thoughts about me then, I would have been upset. Now, it not only makes me dizzy with desire but also gives me a bellyache with the trepidation of knowing that I'm thinking about doing something so wickedly wrong with my son now. I'm so horny that if he was here now, I'd show him how I truly feel about him. I'd suck his cock.

"Joey? Where are you? Come home to Mommy. Mommy wants to blow you."

The thought of him dying in a car crash without me ever telling him how I truly felt about him, made me sick. I told myself that if he were to come home safely, I'd tell him how about the sexual thoughts that I felt for him with the hope that I could ease his guilt for having those same sexual thoughts for me. Now, that we're older, maybe he'd want to act out those sexual thoughts with me, as a way to remove them once and for all. Who am I kidding? I just want to sexually take advantage of my son now, in the way that he sexually took advantage of me, back then.

What's wrong with me for having sexual thoughts for my son? We all have sexual desires. We're all just human. Who else would I want to have sex with other than my son? Every man I've known has always taken advantage of me. Every man I've know has fucked me over after fucking me.

Now to realize that even my son was abusing me by using me to see what he could of my body is as shocking as it is exciting. Every man I ever dated, after the birth of Joey, just wanted a blowjob. I was always so horny that I'd accommodate him hoping that he'd date me again, but he never did. It wasn't that I was ugly or gave bad blowjobs; they just didn't want to have the responsibility of a woman with a child, especially a child that wasn't theirs.

After meeting his wife, Patty, and seeing how much she resembled me, it was more than disconcerting that, while my son was having sexual relations with his wife, he was possibly thinking of having sexual relations with me, his mother. How could he not, Patty and I look so much alike. Living alone and being lonely for so long, now that I had this suspicion of his secret desire for wanting incestuously forbidden sex with his mother, it was no stretch for me to imagine my son having sexual relations with his wife, while imagining that he was having sexual relations with me.

I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like naked. I couldn't help but wonder how his cock felt in my hand and what it tasted like in my mouth. It made me wet to think about his face buried between my thighs with his tongue flicking out to lick my pussy, while his fingers played with my clit and finger fucked me to orgasm. I wondered what it felt like to have his cock buried deep inside my pussy, while he kissed me, French kissed me, before leaning down to suck my tits.

"That's right, Joey, lick Mommy's pussy. Fuck me, son. Stick your big, hard cock in my tight, wet pussy and fuck Mommy. And after you make Mommy cum, Mommy will suck your cock and make you cum in her mouth. Mommy will swallow all that you have to give her."

He had gone out drinking with the boys again and, as usual, but for me and the children, Patty was home alone and unable to reach him to tell him that I had arrived early to celebrate his birthday and was there taking the kids trick or treating. Out of necessity, she had gotten a job at the deli slicing cold cuts for people who shouldn't be eating salty slabs of sliced meat. I was fortunate to have a job that I worked from home and it didn't matter where I called home. All I needed was a computer and my cell phone, which is how I was able to pack up and stay with them over the Halloween weekend.

They were having a difficult time financially and she needed to get a job, until he was able to find employment. The unemployment checks were soon to run out and weren't nearly enough to live off of anyway. Like his father, Joey was too proud to work at anything he felt was beneath him. Like his father, he had the need to drink and difficulty in knowing when he had drunk enough. Before finding a job, he needed to stop drinking.

Somehow making him feel like the man that he wasn't, the husband he hadn't been, and the father he was never shown how to be, he'd rather spend his time networking at the local bar with the rest of the loser barflies, than to spend quality time with his wife and kids or dedicating his free time to focus on looking for a job that paid enough to support his family. Only, having known his father, I understood the fallacies and frailties of my son.

His dad deserted us when Joey was still a baby. He has no memory of ever having a father. It was just me and Joey. Where I was too young and too immature to help his Dad, having my baby at barely 15-years-old, I knew that I was the only one who could help save my son from himself and from the fate of alcoholism that befell his father.

I was still up watching television, but turned it off, when I heard his key in the front door lock. I heard him cursing because he probably couldn't see straight enough to find the hole, something his father had no trouble finding, before making me pregnant, even when he had too much to drink. Trying to be quiet, but being the noisy drunk that he couldn't help but to be, not even turning on a light to see what he was doing, he thought he was alone.

He didn't know I was laying on the couch in the dark living room. Had he turned on a light, he would have seen me laying there with my housecoat raised above my waist, while pretending that I was sleeping. Hoping he'd turn on the light, I was horny and I wanted to show my body to him, for old time sake. I wondered what he would have done seeing my pussy in plain sight. I wondered if seeing his mother's pussy would make him horny enough to look at me, touch me, lick or fuck me.

Only without turning on a light, he didn't even know I was there. I was hoping that he'd sit on the couch where I was lying and then realize that I was there with my housecoat all askew. Maybe he'd think I was Patty. Maybe he'd know it was me, but pretend it was Patty. Maybe he'd fondle me, as I pretended to sleep.

Too hot for a blanket and without the aid of even a fan, it had been an unusual hot October day and it was stuffy in the house. With the weather more like Indian summer, I was hot not only from the outside temperature, but for him. Knowing he was standing there in the dark living room, not more than a few feet from me, I continued pretending to be asleep on the couch, while watching him.

He and Patty couldn't even afford to buy an air conditioner and that was what I decided I'd buy Joey for his birthday. With the end of season sales, it was a good time to buy one. At least they'd have a unit for the summer next year. Only, I needed his help to carry it from the store to the car and from the car to the house. I was hoping he'd go with me yesterday to pick one up, but he never made it home in time for his birthday to do that.

As I lay there watching my son fumbling around without ever turning on a light, I pretended, fantasized actually, that I was his wife and he was my husband. The thought of him coming home to me made me touch myself. Suddenly, I was horny again. Hidden within the dark, with my housecoat already askew, hoping he'd turn on the light to watch me masturbate, I reached down and fingered my pussy. Instantly, I was wet with the thoughts of him seeing me and touching me. My fingers found my nipples though the thin cotton material of my housecoat and I was already on my way to cumming.

Aroused and horny, suddenly, I was hot for him. Desperately, I needed to get laid. It had been a long while, since I felt the passion of a man. Here, just a few feet from me, was the man who I was attracted to and the man that I'd do anything for, even have sex with him. It no longer mattered that I was his mother and he was my son. We were adults now with free wills.

I needed to feel a cock in my hand. I needed to feel his lips pressed against mine. I needed to feel his body, while his cock humped my pussy. I needed to feel the stiff sensation, the fishy smell, and the salty taste of his cock in my mouth.

"Happy Birthday, Joey," I wanted to yell out my birthday surprise, before showing him my lust for him, but I stayed quiet while watching his movements in the dark. I wanted to give myself to him as my birthday gift to him. Would he reject me or embrace me? Would I totally embarrass myself? Would I ruin the close knit relationship we had?

 It took all the control I had not to jump up, throw my arms around him, and give him a big, long, wet, Happy Birthday kiss. He was 25-years-old, as of yesterday, and I'd be turning forty next month. I ought to be ashamed for what I was thinking, but I wasn't. As his mother, I shouldn't have these lustful thoughts for my son, but I did. What I did next even surprised me.

From where he stood in the light and from where I was in the dark, the moonlight from the big bay window lit him up and I could clearly see what he was doing. Oblivious to my presence in the room, he was undressing. I watched him unbutton and take off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and nearly fell when he lifted his leg to pull them off. Then, he pulled off his socks and pitched them against the wall behind him.

In just briefs and a tee shirt, I suddenly remembered him wearing his Star Wars underwear and his Spiderman pajamas. I watched him pull his tee shirt over his head and toss it on the floor, just as he used to do, as a boy growing up. With evidence of a pot belly just starting to form from drinking one too many beers, he still had a lean, hard body that showed he was fit. Lazy and spoiled by me in a feeble attempt to make up for the father he never had and would never have, he never picked up after himself. I was always there scolding him, but obviously by this drunken display of tossing his clothes around, he'd never change.

I held my breath, while watching him remove his underwear. What felt as if it was a minute was but a brief second. It had been a while since I had seen his cock and there it was. I remembered that I had made the decision not to have him circumcised and it was all there in its natural, uncut, and intended splendor. He had a big, beautiful prick.

Now, that I think about it, now that I have the clarity of this recent insight, now that his cock is there only a few feet from my hand, my pussy, and my mouth, he was always flashing me his cock. He must have gotten off by me seeing his cock and he must have masturbated to the fantasy of my touching, fucking, and sucking his cock. If he only knew how much I enjoyed seeing his cock, as much as he was exciting by having me see it. If only he knew how much I wanted his cock then, as I still do now.

Just as I am now, I was so horny back then. Had he asked me to give him some sexual experience, a hand job, a blowjob, or have intercourse with me, I think I may have. After all these years, now, the light finally dawns. Now, I finally get it. Always attracted to my son, I've always wanted my son. Finally, I'm ready to take him up on his offer.

"Fuck me, Joey. Turn on the light and look at me lying here on your couch with my housecoat raised to my waist and my pussy exposed to whatever is your delight," I thought, while hoping and wishing he'd notice me there in the dark. Only, he didn't see me. He didn't know I was there enjoying his strip tease show.

His cock was beautiful. It had been a while since I've even seen a cock and I was hungry for one and horny for him. Suddenly, the show was over. Suddenly, he was leaving the room, going to bed, no doubt. I was desperate. Never would I feel the confidence to do what I was about to do, again. It was now or never. Did I dare? Could I do it? I reached out and grabbed his ankle, as he walked by the couch on his way to bed.

"Oh, sorry, baby, I didn't know you sleeping there on the couch. I didn't know you were still awake. I didn't realize how late it was. Because it was my birthday, the guys kept buying me drinks and then when--"

Without replying, without saying a single solitary word to let him know that I was his mother and not his wife, I reached up my hand and felt his cock with my fingertips. I cupped his balls, before gently and lovingly wrapping my fingers around his cock. He stopped talking when I did. He had nothing more to say, as soon as I touched him. With just a few gentle, slow strokes, he came alive in my hand and I came alive with all the possibilities of being intimate with my son and having my way with his cock. Instantly, he was so hard, so long, and so thick, just the way I remember his Dad was.

With one hand stroking his cock, I used my other hand to unbutton my dressing gown. Without missing a stroke, I splayed open my housecoat in anticipation of his touch. Hoping he could see my body, I wanted him to touch me. I needed for him to feel me. I hoped he'd take the hint and caress my tits and finger my pussy. I so wanted him to kiss me before he mounted me to make love to me.

I was naked underneath my dressing gown and the cool morning air from the open window felt good on my nipples. Suddenly, my nipples were erect and it felt so good to run my palm slowly across them. With my pussy already wet, I was already way ahead of him.

I was so nervous. I was so excited. Short lived folly, I knew this moment wouldn't last, but I was determined to take whatever I could from the experience. It was my turn to use my son in the way he had obviously used me for so many years, when he secretly and serendipitously viewed me in all manner of undress and even and eventually saw me naked so very many times.

I hoped now that maybe he would go to sleep after I had my way with him. Maybe he would dream about me wondering if he had sex with me or with his wife. I imagined him sitting at the breakfast table, after discovering that I had spent the night, wondering if he had sex with Patty or with me. He was still drunk enough that he may not remember.

Even though I knew this was as much of a mistake, as when I allowed his father to fuck me in the backseat of his car and get me pregnant, I couldn't help myself. I was hot. I was horny. I was out of my mind with lustful desire for him. I wanted my son and I needed his cock.

It was dark where I was lying and obviously his eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness, just yet. He was probably too drunk to see me, even if they did adjust to the darkness and even if he could see me, but his cock was still working, so he wasn't that drunk. I continued stroking his big prick, while watching it grow bigger and feeling it getting harder in my hand.

So thick, so long, and so hard, it felt so good in my hand. Never having touched my son's cock, since he was a baby, it had been a long while since I had even kissed a man, never mind given one a hand job. The thought that this man was my son, excited me even more. Along with gifted hands, I've been told that I have a gifted mouth and I couldn't wait to take his big prick in my mouth and suck it.

Would I take him in my mouth? Did I dare actually do that? Could I blow my own son? What the Hell? Giving him a hand job, I've already gone this far. I'm jerking him off, while lying on the couch practically naked, what's a blowjob between mother and son? Tomorrow, he may never remember any of this anyway. He may think it was all a drunken dream.

Immediately, I felt his hand feeling my breast. First he felt my left tit, squeezing it and caressing it, before reaching across my body to feel my right tit and duplicating the same movement with his hand on my right breast that he had just done to my left breast. Then, he started fingering my nipples, before pinching them between his thumb and index finger and pulling up on them. I needed for him to suck my tits. I needed to feel his mouth and tongue on my nipples.

"Suck Mommy's tits, Joey," I wanted to say, but didn't. "Mommy needs to cum."

My daughter-in-law and I have nearly identical bodies and I knew that even if he was sober, he couldn't tell the difference between us, especially in the dark. It felt good to feel him finger my nipples before he reached down and fingered my pussy, and I let out a gasp when he did. I was so wet. His fingers were big, thick, and long, like his cock and it felt so good when he started fingering my clit before finger fucking Mommy's pussy.

"That's a good boy, Joey," I wanted to say, but just thought the words. "Finger fuck Mommy's pussy until she cums."

If only he knew he was finally sexually touching and feeling up his mother. If only he knew his horny mother was giving her son a slow, loving hand job, while he caressed my tits, fingered my nipples, and finger fucked my pussy. If only he knew his mother was about to sit up and take his big, hard, thick prick in her mouth and suck his cock and continue sucking his cock, until he shot his warm gooey load of cum in her willing mouth and she swallowed all that he had to give.

...And then, as soon as I thought it, I did it. I sat up, leaned forward, took his cock in my mouth and started sucking his big prick. I was blowing my son. I couldn't believe it. Forget about crossing the line, I had jumped over the edge. I was still in the dark and I felt his big hand move to the back of my head. Now, he was fucking my mouth, really fucking my mouth and ramming his cock in and out, while I applied the correct amount of pressure to his prick with my lips and while cupping his balls with my other hand and taking turns to finger his ass with my finger

"Fuck Mommy's mouth Joey. Ram your cock in my mouth hard. Cum, Joey, cum. I need to taste you. I need to swallow all that you have to give me," I thought but dared not verbalize my thoughts. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want him to know it was me, his mother, and not Patty, his wife, blowing him.

I needed him to finish. I really needed him to cum in my mouth. I needed to taste my son. Looking up at him, with his big, stiff cock impaled in my mouth, he had his head back with his eyes closed. He was oblivious to the fact that not only was I enjoying giving him a blowjob, as much as he was enjoying receiving a blowjob, but also that I was his mother.

I was really sucking him and he was moaning just a little bit too loudly, when suddenly, he exploded his cum in my mouth and down my throat and I saw stars. As if it was last call at the bar and the lights go on to make you realize that the beautiful woman you've been desperately trying to convince to go home with you, is an old, ugly broad, there I was with my son's cock still in my mouth. The overhead light not only lit up the room but also it lit up the perverseness that a mother had for her son.

I remember wondering who turned on the light? Did Joey do that? Just as the light went on, just as Joey looked down and realized I was blowing him, his mother was sucking his dick and not his wife, Patty, when he pulled his cock from my mouth, he exploded a second load of cum across my face, in my hair and eyes, and that dripped down from my nose on my tits. I had cum everywhere, even in my ear. There was so much cum. He and Patty must not have had sex in months.

In retrospect, I'm sure my daughter-in-law doesn't give her husband, my son, the blowjob that I, his mother, had just given him. I had sucked a few more cocks in my day, but the real difference between me and my daughter-in-law is that I truly enjoy sucking a man's cock, and I loved sucking my son's cock the best. Then all Hell broke loose.

"Joey! Elizabeth! Jesus Christ! I don't believe this."

Patty looked at us as if we were from another planet. Joey had already removed his cock from my mouth, just as she turned on the light, but for that brief second after that light came on, she saw me blowing my son. She saw me sucking his cock. It didn't matter, the evidence of his lust for me was already dripping from my face. Joey still stood before me as naked as the day he was born and his cock was sticking straight out, as if an index finger pointing the guilty blame to me. I was guilty alright. I was guilty of being in love with my son and of wanting him.

"Mom! Patty!" Joey looked down at me with a look of shocked disbelief, but I saw a glimmer of excitement cross his face. "Mom, what are you doing? How could you not know it was me you were blowing? Who did you think it was?" He looked up at his wife with an incredulous look on his face. "I thought it was you. I thought you were blowing me, Patty. Honest, I did."

"I knew it was you, Joey," I said, suddenly not feeling the shame I should.

"Get out! Get out of my house," screamed Patty. "You two are sick, sick sick! I want you out of my house now. Get your things and just go."

"Patty, wait, you don't understand," said Joey looking from her to me and showing me a face full of shocked excitement, while trying not to reveal how he truly felt about me to his wife, before looking back at her again.

"I do understand" she said looking at Joey. "Now, I know why you're a drunk and can't keep a job. You've been pining over leaving your mother. You love Mommy more than me, your wife. Now, I know why you married me, a young copy of your sick fuck of a mother. You really wanted her and not me. Now, that I know, I don't want you anymore. Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"What about the kids, surely, you can't—"

"The kids? The children aren't even your kids, you moron. You were never sober enough to fuck me long enough or penetrate me deep enough to father those kids."

"Not mine? Then, whose kids are they?"

"My old boyfriend from high school fucked me, whenever you were out drunk. You were always leaving me for your bar friends. I was lonely. I was horny. I needed a man, a real man and not a drunken pervert who'd rather have sex with his Mommy than with his wife. Now you two can go back to living together. I'm replacing you with him, just as you can't wait to replace me with her," she said spitting at me.

Yet, just as her words fell short of their intended target, even her spit did. Joey was happy to leave her. Even though he'd miss the kids, the fact that she admitted they weren't his kids, ended his obligation to care anymore about them, especially once her old boyfriend moved in with her.

I got up from the couch and grabbed her by her hair. In one quick pull of her nightgown, she was naked. Then, I slapped her. I slapped her for calling me a sick fuck. I slapped her for spitting at me. I slapped her for disrespecting my son and I slapped her for cheating on Joey with another man. I did what Joey couldn't do. I slapped his wife silly.

I helped Joey pack his things. He didn't have much. I brought him home with me, where I could care for him and make him better. Patty wasn't much of a cook. At least with me, he'd get three square meals a day, and at least with me, he'd be with someone who loved him and who wouldn't cheat on him. At least with me, I'd give him sex whenever he wanted it.

It was difficult in the beginning, he insisted on sleeping in his old room. Gone were all the games he used to play with him trying to see me naked by opening my bedroom door, as I was putting on or taking off my nightgown. Every time I took a shower, just as I opened the curtain and emerged from the tub, I expected, hoped, that he'd burst in bathroom on the pretense he had to pee. I imagined him whipping out his cock and allowing me to see the full length of it before turning away to do his business.

If he wasn't going to accept our living arrangements, then I would motivate him to embrace them. I started walking around my house in my bra and panty. The look on his face told me that he still thought of me and wanted me. Then, in a bold move, whenever I could pull it off without looking as if I was doing in purposefully, I started walking around naked, pretending I forgot something in the bathroom or forgot to close my bedroom door. I was teasing him into feeling that wicked desire for me again and it was working.

Yet, things didn't get better, easier, until when I convinced him to sleep with me in my bed.

"I promise I won't attack you, Joey. Let me take care of you," I said while lying in bed wearing my nightgown with my arms open to show him that he was loved. "We don't even have to do anything. You can just hold me or I can hold and comfort you and then spoon me later before we fall asleep."

"Okay, but we sleep with our clothes on and not naked. Right?"

"Of course," I said.

Finally, he agreed and we slept like that holding one another and spooning without being sexual. I loved feeling the warmth of his body. I loved feeling his big arm around my waist and his big hand poised on my hip. It felt good to lean back into him and know that I felt protected by the love of my son. Then, one night, while he spooned me, I felt his cock up against my ass.

He was asleep, but his cock was poking me and pulsating against my body. He was hard. He had an erection. He must have been having a sexy dream. Without waking him, I gently turned over. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the night light, I looked down and could see his beautiful bulge tenting his pajama bottoms. I reached my fingers down and touched him, while watching his face. He was still sleeping.

I took all of him in my hand through his pajamas and he still slept without stirring. It wasn't until I reached inside his pajamas and pulled his cock out through his pee hole that he finally stirred.

"Mom," he said in his sleep.

He let out a quiet moan when my fingers engulfed his cock and my hand gently stroked his magnificent prick. It felt so good to touch him, again. He was still so very hard. It felt so good to stroke him to an even harder erection.

Gently without waking him, I sat up in bed and removed my nightgown. If he awakened, this is the sight that I wanted him to see. I wanted him to see me, his mother, naked. If he was to awaken, I'd snap on the light so that he could feast his eyes on my tits, my ass, and my pussy. I knew he couldn't resist me. I knew he'd fuck and lick me. Slowly, silently, without shaking the mattress or making my movements known to him, I eased my body down half the length of the bed, until my mouth was poised in front of his cock.

I flicked out my tongue and licked it before swirling my entire tongue around his sweet cock. Then, I took it in my mouth. It felt glorious to suck my son. It felt comforting for me to know that I still had the same level of control over him now that I had over him when he was a baby. I loved the feeling of having his cock in my mouth.

I didn't want to awaken, but I was aroused to finish what I had started. I decided that this was better, him not knowing that I had been blowing him, but just as I was about to slide back up to where I was and slip my nightgown back over my head, he started slowly humping my mouth with his hips. He was fucking my mouth. My son was fucking my face with his cock. Then, as soon as the humping grew more forceful, I felt his big hand to the back of my head. Now, he was humping me as much as I was sucking him.

Then, it happened, he ejaculated. My son came in my mouth. I felt the warm slimy feeling of his cum explode in my mouth and coat my tongue, before sliding down my throat. He gave me a feeling of power that I could get him aroused enough to cum, and boy did he ever. He gave me quite the load and I thought I had drained him, but as soon as I allowed his cock to fall from my mouth, he exploded again with another violent burst of cum that caught me by surprised. I had his cum everywhere, in my hair, my eyes, and even up my nose.

I wiped the cum off me with the tissues I had by my bedside. He looked like he was still sleeping. How could he sleep through that. Maybe, he was embarrassed that I had blown him and that he had cum in my mouth. He had to be awake enough to fuck my face and put a hand to the back of my head. Maybe he was dreaming.

I snuggled in beside him again. His body was so warm and it felt so good. I took his hand and moved it to the side of my hip before moving it up to my breast. Still naked and cold, not bothering to put my nightgown back on, it didn't take him long to start fingering my nipples. Immediately, I could feel a moist wetness between my thighs and all that I could think of was his cock deep inside my pussy.

 I turned to face him and took his face in my hand in only the way that a mother can. I gave him a peck on the lips and a second kiss that was more romantically inspired. He didn't respond until I kissed him for the third time and then he parted my lips with his tongue. French kissing and kissing one another like two lovers who have been apart for years, the excitement that boiled within was like nothing I've ever felt.

I reached my hand down and took his erection in my hand.

"Take off your pajamas," I said.

Now, both naked, he was free to explore as much of my body as I was exploring his. It was magical when he mounted me. I reached my hand down and guided his cock inside of me. I was so wet and he was so hard. He felt so good fucking me that it only took me a few minutes to cum and then he exploded all that he had left inside of me. Even though I'd be willing to have another baby, I was glad that I couldn't have any more kids.

We moved to another city where no one knew us and started a new life, not as mother and son, but as Joey and Elizabeth, lovers. Now, instead of visiting him for only one week each summer, we spent of our seasons together. The summertime is the best fun because now I have someone to go to the beach with and take vacations with, even if only taking a long drive to buy an ice cream.

Because of all the drinking he had done over the past few years, even though he hasn't touched a drop since being with me, instead of his shrew of an ex-wife, he looks several years older than his years. Because of the way that I taken care of myself with diet and exercise and pampered myself with lotions and spa treatments, I look younger by several years. With both of us looking thirty-something, we meet somewhere in the middle and no one, not any of our new friends, suspect that we are mother and son.

Now, every year we celebrate our favorite holiday together, Halloween.

"Trick or treat."

Certainly it was a sad trick that a son would be sexually attracted to his mother just as much as a mother was sexually attracted to her son. Yet, it was, indeed, such a treat that we finally came together not as mother and son but as woman and man.