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10-26-2003, 05:48 PM
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Seduction: A Mother's Forbidden Love
This story began as a birthday present for Tibvo. Read along and I hope you enjoy my first effort at writing a story.
Mary White stood at her bedroom window, looking down on her son as he lay beside the pool. It wasn't the first time she had watched him, but she hadn't seen him naked since she had stopped bathing him when he was small. Gods, she thought... small was the furthest word from any she'd use to describe him with now. Even flaccid, she could see that her son was larger than his father had been when erect.
She was supposed to have gone out of town on an overnighter but it had been cancelled at the last minute. It was more than obvious that Ian hadn't expected her home -- hence the nude sunbathing. And wasn't she the lucky one.
George had been gone five years now and she'd immersed herself in work and raising Ian and more work. There hadn't been time for dating or even a brief fling. Ian needed her and she devoted all of her spare time to him despite the coaxings of her friends to come out with them.
Lately Ian had needed her less and less it seemed -- going out with friends and even dating that cute little Patti Mitchell from down the street. Mary didn't think they'd been intimate. At least it didn't look that way from the size of the erections he sported when he would come home from dates with her.
Oh yes, they'd ultimately had that talk that was normally reserved for fathers and sons. You know, the one about the birds and the bees. Mary wasn't sure which of them had been the more embarrassed. It didn't get very far before she abandoned the effort and asked her older brother to step in and lend a hand. He seemed to have fared better, as that is when Ian began to masturbate.
And that is when she had begun to watch him.
Shall I go on?
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10-27-2003, 07:40 AM
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10-27-2003, 10:03 PM
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Part Two
Ian had started to spend a lot of time alone -- dashing off unexpectedly with excuses like homework, wanting to finish a project, reading a good book... None of which fooled her. Mary knew what her son was doing. He was masturbating.
That knowledge intrigued her to the point where it was becoming an obsession. At first she had tried to ignore it, but after a while, when Ian would run off, she would wait a few moments and then follow. Standing outside his bedroom door, she would listen to the wet, rhythmic sounds of her son jerking himself off. She listened for the low satisfied groan that he let out as he came.
At first she hadn't dared risk it, but after a while, Mary found herself unable to resist slipping her hand inside her panties to touch herself while she listened. She fantasized that it was Ian's hand. Ian's mouth. Ian's cock. She came when her son did and often slipped off to her own room afterwards to do it again.
She found herself thinking about him while she was at work. Wondering if he was home yet -- up in his room -- touching. It aroused her and there were times she would slip her hand up under her skirt and rub her fingers through her wet cleft while she pictured what Ian might be doing at the same time.
Her work was slipping. She rarely took lunch with the girls anymore, preferring to lock herself in her office to get off on her incestual fantasies. She wondered if he thought of her. Mary wanted him to, but she knew better. It was that Patti girl on Ian's mind.
One day last week, she'd left work early pleading a migraine. When she arrived home, she let herself in but was drawn to voices out by the pool. Thinking Ian must be there with his friends, she started to go out to greet them, but the sound of a girl's voice stopped her.
"You're so naughty, Ian White" the girl giggled. "You know I said no touching."
"I know, Patti. But... just once? Just... your breast? Please?"
"No, Ian. And that's that! And since you keep on, I'm going home."
Mary watched her son as he rushed after Patti, begging her not to leave and the way the girl stared and grinned at the tent in his swim trunks. His erection was straining desperately against the thin material and he did nothing to hide it from the little tease either. Well why should he? She put him in that state to begin with.
That bitch! Mary thought to herself. How dare she tease her son and then flounce away like that!
On one hand, Mary was infuriated. On the other she could see a plan beginning to unfold -- which, if all went well, meant that Ian would no longer be begging Patti for what she wasn't going to give up. He wouldn't have to beg anyone ever again. @
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10-29-2003, 08:42 PM
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Part Three
Mary watched as her son's eyes followed the quickly departing Patti. Feeling badly for him, she decided to let him know that she was home and would figure out something to brighten his mood. Maybe movie and dinner out. Terminator 3 had been released and she knew he'd like to see that. Yes. That's what they would do. She'd work on the other idea later.
She slipped on her bathing suit and hurried downstairs. Ian had settled back on the chaise lounge now that the girl was gone but a sudden movement made her pause, her hand still on the handle of the sliding glass doors that led outside. He was naked! Eyes closed, his hand was sliding up and down the thick length of his engorged cock.
Of course she'd had glimpses of it through his clothing, imagined it in her fantasies. She had listened as he'd masturbated. But she hadn't actually seen it -- or seen him touching himself.
Almost without realizing, she slid her fingers under the gusset of her suit. Her pussy was drenched, slick with the juices of her arousal and Mary moaned as her fingers spread her outer lips, seeking out the swollen nub of her clit.
Mary's fingers circled, rubbed, her other hand pinching and tugging at the stiff peaks of her nipples through her suit. Ian's hand stroked, his thumb spreading precum over the purpled head of his cock, his free hand cupping his cum-filled balls.
Harder.
Faster.
Her eyes were glued to the erotic vision of her son as he, too, began to moan. Their movements, separate yet almost in synq, increased with their impending orgasms.
"I love you, Ian" she whispered. "Cum for mommy. Cum for me baby. I... Yesss!"
A deep, gutteral groan escaped them both as she watched, still unnoticed. Her body tensed and convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm even as Ian's cock throbbed then pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his chest and thighs.
Physically exhausted, Mary slipped her hand from between her legs as she let the tremors of her cum subside. Her heart was pounding, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to resist the urge to run out and lick the milky-white seed from her son's body.
"Soon, my little man. Soon," she crooned to herself, more determined than ever to achieve her goal. Stepping back from the doors, she waited until she heard the splash of water that meant Ian had gone into the pool to clean off.
"Honey! I'm home!" She called out, a broad smile lighting her face as she walked toward the edge of the pool. Ian's swim trunks were still on the ground by the chair where he'd dropped them just a few minutes earlier.
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10-31-2003, 03:21 PM
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Part Four
"The trip was cancelled," Mary said as she sat down on the edge of the pool and dangled her legs in the water. "I was hoping that you didn't have any plans. I'd like us to spend some time together this weekend. Just you and your old mom."
"You're not old," he protested, looking in the direction of Patti's house. "And no, I don't have any plans."
"Good then. Let's call it a date." She felt the resentment of that little hussy burning a hole in her stomach. You won't worry about her again after tonight, lovey. I'll see to that.
The pool wasn't large but Ian kept his distance, making Mary smile naughtily inside. Her son had no way of knowing that she was aware he was naked and that sent a thrill throughout her body. Wondering what he'd do if she slipped into the water and swam over to him, Mary feinted the movement and watched Ian look around as if for a place to hide.
"I was going to take a swim, but I need to make a phone call first. I'll be back in about twenty minutes or so, okay? That ought to give you plenty of time to get your swim trunks on again." Mary winked and chuckled as she got up and went back inside.
She hadn't intended to let him know, but she did want him to consider the fact that he was only a few yards away from his mother and completely naked. Mary hoped it excited him as much as it did her. She'd know soon enough.
Now to plan their evening.
Mary went upstairs to her bedroom and watched Ian from behind the curtain. She'd given him a twenty minutes to work with, but she knew he wouldn't waste any time getting dressed again -- just in case. She wasn't disappointed when she saw her son climb from the pool, noting that he was semi-hard as he hurriedly grabbed for his swim trunks and pulled them up.
The glimpse was brief, but she hoped to get a better, closer look that evening. Indeed, she intended to let her eyes feast to their content -- and her body as well.
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11-01-2003, 05:31 PM
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indeed....please post more!
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11-02-2003, 10:50 AM
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Part Five
Knowing that Ian was dressed, Mary didn't wait the full twenty minutes to go back downstairs. She wanted to tell her son her plan -- or most of it at any rate.
"Ian? Honey?" she called out in the general direction of the pool. "Can you come in a minute?"
"Sure, mum. Be right there."
Mary poured herself a cup of coffee, sitting at the kitchen table while she waited. He didn't take long.
"You wanted me?"
Little do you know just how much, Mary said to herself as she admired her son's body. She was feeling positively lascivious and shifted to ease the dull ache that was spreading through her pussy.
"Remember when you were little and we used to go on dates? Just you and I?"
Ian looked at his mother curiously. "Yeah. But I'm not little anymore, mom."
"I know you're not. But we did have a lot of fun if you recall."
Ian nodded and a slight smile crossed his face at the memory.
"Well... It's been ages since I've been on a proper date and I'd like very much if you would escort me to dinner tonight. Somewhere quiet -- and a little romantic."
"Mom!" Her son protested, but at the same time something tugged at his heartstrings. He knew that his mother didn't date because of him. That she thought dating would take away from their time together. It kind of felt funny, but he realized that she did everything for him and very little for herself. "Erm... Okay. We can do that." He smiled. Who knew -- it might even be fun.
"Great!" Mary jumped up from her chair and gave him a huge bearhug. "Who knows -- you might even have fun." She chuckled and slapped him on the butt. "Go get showered and dressed. C'mon. I'll race you upstairs and meet you back here in a half hour. Last one is a rotten egg!" Giddy with excitement, she raced her son up the stairs, rushing past him into her bathroom to get ready.
She'd bought a new dress just for this occasion. It was black and hugged every Rubenesque curve of her body, not leaving much for the imagination. Her full breasts strained against the material, the faintest hint of nipples dimpling the rippleless fabric.
"Not bad." Mary murmured, examining herself in the mirror. There was a feverish glow about her that did little to disguise her steadily growing anticipation of what was to come.
"Ian?" She called out, from the top of the stairs as she started down. "I'm ready if you are."
He was. Mary stood back and admired him. "Very nice. Very handsome."
Ian just stood there with his mouth open. Staring. "Wow," he finally said. "Just... wow!"
"You like?" She spun around to give him a better look.
"I like. You look... beautiful." He'd never seen her look so... maybe radiant was the word. Ian grinned, happy that he hadn't turned his mother down now that he saw how happy she was.
"Oh, honey. I bet you say that to all the girls," she chuckled. Truth was, she didn't care if he did or not -- as long as he said it to her. "Now let's get this show on the road."
Ian held out his arm and she slipped her hand through as they walked out the door toward the car.
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11-02-2003, 06:39 PM
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go on...
Please continue, MoM - and see your PMs
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11-02-2003, 07:46 PM
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As I have already said, this is an absolutely brilliant birthday present.
Thanks, Maid.
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Part Six
Ian "took over" when they reached the restaurant, announcing their name to the maître d' as if it were something he did on a regular basis. He really wanted to get into this "romantic date" thing for his mom and frankly was a little chuffed to be her escort when he noticed the glances she'd gotten as they were led to their table.
The Tuscany was busy, but the tables were placed far enough apart to allow for intimate conversation, Mary noted and beamed proudly at her son when he held her chair. She knew that Ian was doing this especially for her, wanting to make her happy, and that knowledge made her love him and want him all the more.
"Would you like a drink before ordering?" The waiter asked as he handed each of them a menu.
In this, Ian deferred to his mother who ordered a carafe of the house burgundy. He was further surprised when she offered him a glass.
"Just one, though" Mary said with a wink as Ian took a sip. Truth was, she wanted her son relaxed, but not drunk. She wanted him aware of what was going on, not oblivious.
"No problem, mom," Ian reassured her and began to scan the menu. Not much of a drinker, even at parties with his mates, he had almost refused. Wine made him horny -- not exactly something he wanted to happen while on a "date" with his mother. He didn't really intend to finish the glass but she looked so happy that he didn't want to disappoint her.
"Ian," Mary leaned forward as she whispered. "You're being such a good sport. Thank you."
"Now. What to order? Would you like to choose for both of us?"
Ian looked up at his mother and grinned. "You trust me to do that? I mean... What if I order peanut butter and jam sandwiches or something?"
"Well, then that is what we will have," Mary grinned back. "But that will also gain you one of my famous pinches."
"No way."
"Way! So, choose. But choose wisely."
"That's blackmail!"
"Yes, it is. And what are you going to do about it?"
"Tickle you?"
"You can't. That's against the law, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Well I'd better choose something good then, huh?" Ian looked back down at the menu. At home, he would have tickle tortured her as she called it, but he had to behave. They were in a public place after all.
After a few minutes, the waiter returned and Ian told him what they would be having. Not for the first time that evening, he was chuffed by the pleased look he saw on his mother's face. Yes, she deserved this evening out, he thought and sat a little straighter in his chair. He would do her proud.
We're getting there... We're getting there...
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11-18-2003, 03:34 AM
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"He would do her proud..."
Do her proud, eh???
Yes, I bet he will, and I can't wait!!!
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