DISCLAIMER
This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age of 21
it is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains descriptions
of sex between a mother and her son if you find this type of story
line disturbing then please do not read any further. (F/m)
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Voddy
By Alex Blair
The Characters:
The family: -
Son – “Billy”
almost 14, 5”6 mousy brown hair, a
little overweight, very pale complexion, quiet and
withdrawn. A watcher and thinker
Bother – “Stevie” 3 years younger than Billy, much
darker complexion and personality, tough, fit, too
deep for his own (or anyone else’s) good
Mum – “Liz”
hard, heavy drinking, bitter woman,
5”6 medium build, average looks, works in an
electric’s factory for too little money, a she wolf
when it came to her “cubs”
Dad – “John” tough and wiry, 5”10 works shifts in
the Steel works, spends most of his free time at the
Masonic halls/football/pub/anywhere but here with
his drinking pals, not a bad man, but only because
he can’t be bothered being anything at all
The home: -
Location – Wishaw,
Central Belt, been in decline for about 120 years
and its been raining heavily for about the same
time, Mean streets filled with Hard men and Viragos,
a chip on your shoulder is ‘de rigueur’. A society
where bigotry and racism is so wide spread no one
even notice’s.
Home – a damp concrete flat with 3 bedrooms, living
room, Kitchen and Bathroom. It is part of a
triangular set-up, 9 flats, three up with a communal
close, making 3 doors per landing. our flat is in
the middle floor of the middle block. As you enter
Billy’s room is first on the left, opposite his mum
and dad’s room, then further down the hall, the
Bathroom is on the left, Stevie’s room on the right,
the kitchen and living room are straight ahead.
Always needing tidied/cleaned/repaired
Scenario
– Friday, about
Billy is dogging it from school cause its Friday,
and no-body works on a Friday afternoon. He’d gone
to school as normal till lunch time, Then with 3 or
4 of his pals had slipped away, they had gone to
McClarens house, cause he lived closest, smoked a
fag, told some lies about who he had shagged then
caught the bus to his own bit. He had left early,
all the talk of sex had gotten him hard, plus he had
no money for the card school, now all he wanted was
to get his dads porn out and get into the bathroom
and have a good hard wank, onanism always cheered
him up.
What Happened – After ditching his school bag in his
room, Billy locked the front door, his brother
wasn’t due back for at least an hour or so and his
mum a few hours after that. His dad was on the back-
shift and had not long left for work, but it was
always better to be safe than sorry.
He pushed open the door and skirted the double bed.
His mother slept on the side nearest the door. His
father’s side was on the other side of the room,
once there he knelt down and lifted the mattress and
looked for what porn to pick. Disaster!
No fucking porn
“How’s that possible?”
Billy pushed the mattress as high as he could,
nothing!
“Bastard - Fucking Bastard”
Billy cursed to himself. He’d been too cocky, not
replacing things carefully enough and his dad had
moved his stash.
Billy checked under the bed, in/behind/under/on top
of/ his dad’s bed/drawers/closets - Nothing, Billy
had no idea where he might have hidden it.
Out of desperation, more than anything else, he
decided to check his mother’s side of the bed. He
lifted up the mattress, but there was no porn there,
only a couple of cheap grubby looking novels in a
light blue cover, the picture on one of the covers
caught Billy’s attention though. Picking it up for a
closer look, he noticed it had a drawing of a semi
naked middle aged woman being held down by 2 boys.
One sat over her tits and was pulling her head
towards his small hard cock, the other boy was
between her bent legs thrusting into her. It was
hard to make out just what expression the woman had
on her face.
“Better than nothing I suppose,” thought Billy as he
withdrew the book from under the mattress and made
his way to the toilet. After locking the door he
unbuckled his belt and took his trousers and shoes
off, he then placed the baby lotion and a wad of
toilet paper next to the toilet seat, finally he
pushed his Y fronts down and over his feet. Free at
last his cock began to stir and he got Goosebumps
all over in anticipation.
he sat down and took up the book, the title “Mommies
Boy”. Didn’t sound overly promising to Billy’s
uncomplicated mind, he opened it to page 1 and began
to read.
The story began with a man and woman having sex, the
man was fucking the woman hard, he was being rough
and this was turning the woman on, he pulled out his
cock, and began to force it into the woman’s arse,
but she dodged it.
In a rage the man pushed her away and swore, telling
her if she wouldn’t “put out” he knew plenty who
would, the woman begged him to stay but when he
asked if she would let him fuck her arse the answer
was a tearful no. It was, in her mind, a dirty
thing to do, and she just couldn’t bring herself to
let him fuck her there.
The next page or so were pretty boring. About how
much she missed him and how lonely she had become,
how well the kids were coping with it all - blah de
blah - so Billy skimmed over them till he got to a
more juicy part.
It was late at night, and she was woken by voices
coming from her eldest sons’ room. Putting on a
housecoat she opened her door and listened to find
out what was going on, she heard her sons talking,
but what they were saying was very muffled, although
she was sure she heard Sean say something about
shagging.
Feeling torn between anger and apprehension she
crept over to the door, which was very slightly
ajar, she peeked through the crack and the sight
that met her eyes shocked and distressed her. Sean
was lying on his back stroking a very large and very
hard cock. Her youngest boy was sitting with his
back to the headboard with a semi-hard on in his
hand.
The older boy was boasting that he was the man of
the house, and that shortly he was going to be
sorting out mums’ sexual needs. When she heard this,
instead of being outraged, she was strangely exited.
She found her hand wandering to her cunt, which was
very damp, the dirtier her son became about what he
was going to do to her, the faster her finger rubbed
her crack.
Then just as she was about to cum she fell against
the door. Billy never got that far. He had never
shot so much cum so hard in all his life, the bloody
stuff was everywhere, and the experience left him
totally shattered and yet elated. What did it all
mean? Thoughts and images flashed through his mind.
Did his mum think about having sex with him? Maybe
it wasn’t even her book, maybe it was his dads’
stuff, his thoughts were in a whiz. One thing for
sure though. He’d be back for more
All that day and night he thought about it, he
couldn’t wait till he had the house to himself so he
could read more. But there was no chance over the
weekend. People were always coming and going, so he
would have to bide his time
On the Monday his dad started his night shifts so
there was no point in rushing home as he’d be there,
Billy still couldn’t get it straight in his mind. He
had started to look at his mum in a different light
altogether. Now he watched for a sign that she was
game for it. But she behaved pretty much as she had
always behaved. So he was no further forward.
After dinner his dad made his sandwiches ready for
going away, his brother was closeted in his bedroom
listening to some music while his mum was stretched
out on the couch drinking and watching the TV.
Billy was sat in the chair his attention divided
between the box and his mum, But when nothing was
ever going to happened - even after his dad had
left for work, with a quick kiss to Liz and a gruff
“cheerio” to himself - he decided it was time for
bed
Billy awoke later, something had disturbed his
sleep, he lay on his back listening and wondering
what it could have been, very faintly he heard the
sound of bedsprings creaking, not sure who’s, Billy
got out of his bed, he needed a pee anyway.
When he went out into the hall, he could see his
mothers bedside light was on by the glow it cast
against the far wall, further up the hall he noticed
his brothers room door was firmly closed and could
see no light under the jam.
After doing the toilet Billy headed back to bed, but
as he neared his room he heard something rustling,
creeping to his mums room door as quietly as he
could manage, he peered through the crack left
between the half open door and the frame. He could
see his mum lying on her side, her left arm propping
her head up and a small book lying open on her bed,
between her and the bedside cabinet. Just where her
right arm was Billy could only guess. Her face was
a picture of concentration and she looked a bit red
and bothered, as though she had walked a distance.
Billy could just about make out the sounds of her,
slightly laboured, breathing. By now his cock was
out and being vigorously rubbed. His eyes peeled on
the site, of what he was pretty sure, was his mother
wanking herself. It wasn’t like the porno stories he
read there was no great show of excitement, no
throwing the covers of to reveal a rare and sexy
beauty. It was much, much better that any of that.
This was real, this was his own mother he was
watching, nearing her climax as she read a book, he
was sure was about a woman being fucked by her son!
The spunk shot out of his cock, all over the door
and the carpet, he came so hard he was shaking, his
legs barely able to carry his weight, after he
caught his breath he looked back through the crack,
his mother was in the same position although she
looked even more out of puff, small beads of sweat
formed on her brow, just at that moment she
shuddered slightly and turned to lay on her back her
eyes tight shut, her breathing coming in long drawn
breaths.
Billy turned and headed for bed, once under his
duvet he played over what he had just seen in his
mind. Straight away his cock became hard and his
hand automatically reached down and grasped it.
Within moments it was again shooting cum all over
has hairless chest. Nothing had prepared Billy for
the feelings of guilt and lust that were now
coursing through him. But he knew, if the
opportunity arose, he would have sex with his own
mother.
During the following week a plan gradually developed
in Billy’s mind, he now knew what had to be done, it
was risky, but the sight of his mother’s face as she
came, would not leave Billy’s head. He was
masturbating 4 and 5 times a day, and there was now
only one woman in those sordid sick fantasies, and
she might be available to him, which made the
explosions at the end of each session ever more
powerful.
On the Wednesday, when his dad was at work, he
‘took’ a half-day off from school. When he got home
he headed straight for his mothers books. He took
the one he had seen her diddling herself to at the
weekend. Went into the bathroom, and after reading a
page or so of filth devoted to sons and mothers
shagging one another, shot his load onto the page
she had folded over. Returning the book to her bed,
Billy placed the book half in and half out of the
mattress to ensure she must know he had been in read
it, and cum on it, now he had played his card what
would happen?
The tension was just too much for Billy. He left the
house wearing his Parker, with the hood up to
protect him against the persistent sleet, and headed
for some waste ground that hardly anyone bothered
with, but the more he walked the more anxious he
felt, what if she told his dad!. Fuck he was a dead
man, what if he went home and they were both waiting
for him, calling him all sorts of names? What if
they threw him out for being such a dirty bastard?
In a panic he sped home. Hoping to be back before
anyone else, so he could rectify it all.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wednesday”!
She always finished early on a Wednesday! He had
reached the end of the street and saw Mary his mums
pal walk up her driveway. That could only mean his
mum was home already. No way was he going home now.
He’d run away, that was the only solution.
He spent the next 5 or 6 hours wandering miserably
around the woods at the bottom of the scheme,
freezing cold, soaking wet, dodging the Glue
sniffers and avoiding the shooting galleries and the
wino’s, his mind numb with the realisation of just
what he had done. He had crossed the line, there was
no turning back now, no way to undo any of it, a
small hard knot had formed deep in his belly, a
million solutions presented themselves to him. But
each one was quickly dismissed. He knew he would be
found out. His life from now on would be totally
ruined.
He had to go home.
he turned his sodden feet in that general direction
and headed for his street, a sheen of sweat bathed
his face, his heart was racing, his mind was like a
movie screen, just before the film begins, all mad
images and flashes nothing making any sense. Just a
dead man walking.
He pushed open the door, fully expecting them both
to be waiting in the hall for him, but there was
nothing. He walked up the hallway with his heart in
his mouth and entered the living room slowly, but no
one was there, the only noise in the house was
coming from his brother’s room.
He stepped over and chapped the door,
“Aye” came the shouted reply,
I opened the door and studied the young hard looking
face before me for signs of disgust, but found none,
just the usual hard look reserved for me,
“Whit is it?” he demanded,
“Where are they?” I asked in as off a hand manner as
I could muster,
“Out” he glibly replied
“No fucking shit” says I, “out fucking where?”
“Dunno, never said” he responded
I left shutting his door, knowing that he enjoyed
nothing more than annoying the fuck right out of me,
and that even if he did know, chances were he
wouldn’t tell me anyway
“Moody wee prick” I thought
Feeling a bit better, but not really knowing why, I
got something to eat and after watching some telly,
headed to my bed. Feeling almost normal, the
thoughts that were a maelstrom no more than a few
hours ago now firmly pushed to the back of my mind.
The noise of them coming home would have been enough
to have woken the dead, they were both full of the
drink and happy, for a change, they went straight to
bed, with much laughing and carrying on. Was this a
good sign? Maybe she hadn’t even noticed it yet.
Once again I was both in a panic and elated. I’d dog
school tomorrow and replace it exactly as I had
found it, I’d clean off the spunk, leave it so that
she need never know.
Next morning I feigned sickness and went back to my
bed, I waited for a good hour after everyone had
left, just to make sure no one was coming back, then
I got up and walked through to her room. Kneeling
down besides the bed, I gently lifted the mattress.
And noticed right away that the book was moved. My
heart sank. I slowly picked up the book and let down
the mattress. Opening the book at the folded page,
I saw that the two pages I had shot my load over the
previous afternoon, had been peeled apart, some of
the pages had stuck to one another, and it must have
been obvious what had happened, I replaced the book
and went slowly back to my own room, a puzzled man.
But why was nothing said? Was she waiting to have a
word with me when my dad was at work? Had she told
him? Christ, I just didn’t know what was going on,
it was all out of control, I worked things out in my
head. My dad was on the early shift then he had a
quick turnover and into the night shift tonight, so
the only time she would be able to talk to me
alone….. Would be after dinner when he left for
work.
Always the coward I decided that the best option
would be for me to just stay in my room. I started
half-heartedly re-reading a book I’d finished the
week before.
The time seemed to drag by till firstly Stevie came
home. Popping his head round the door to call me a
wanker for missing school.
Then dad came home from the pub where he’d gone
after work as usual, he came in and asked how I was,
not that he really cared, but it was the done thing,
at least now I knew she hadn’t told him, which was
surely a good sign?
Then lastly she came home. I heard my dad saying
hiya and asking how her day had been; she must have
gone into her room to get changed. Cause I heard her
reply coming from that direction. My door got
knocked and she came in, I searched her face for a
sign, either good or bad, but could read nothing
into it, she came and sat next to me on the bed
stroked my hair and asked how I was,
“Fine” I replied, looking away at the lie,
“Want anything special for dinner?” she coaxed
“Naw, anything will do” I said trying to sound sort
of unwell
“It’ll be ready shortly, I’ll bring it through, ok?”
says she
“Fine” I reply, wondering what in gods name is going
on, its just as though nothing had ever happened,
the misplaced book with it’s sticky pages and yellow
stain might never have been, if my mums expression
and manner were anything to go by.
She duly brought me my dinner then when I heard my
dad closing the door I decided to put my plan into
action, I went into the living room where mum was
lying on the couch watching telly with a tall glass
of Vodka and Irn-Bru she asked me how I was and I
told her I was feeling not too well. She asked me if
I wanted a hot toddy, I consented to be molly
cuddled, and sat back and let her run after me, she
returned a few minutes later, changed into a night
dress, and bearing a large toddy and a fresh drink
for herself, she must have had a few as she stumbled
a bit on the way over to the couch, she was in a
good mood, giggling and laughing at the telly, not
that I was paying it too much attention, I was
trying my best to look up her night dress, I could
just about grab a glance of her white panties, but
not a lot.
About 9’ish she yawned and said it was time for her
bed. As she got to her feet I built up my courage
and asked
“Can I sleep with you tonight mum? I don’t feel too
well”
(Which was the bravest thing I have ever said in my
entire life)
She stopped and looked down at me, then smiled and
said
“I suppose so seeing as your dads away at work. But
you’d better be in your own bed before he gets back
tomorrow morning boy!”
My heart leapt, - at that moment I just knew I was
going to do it.
She went to the toilet and I stole into her bed, I
went over to my dad’s side and snuggled deep into
the duvet enjoying its coldness next to my skin.
Shortly afterwards mum came into the room smelling
nice from some perfume she must have put on and the
faint smell of toothpaste, she climbed into bed
beside me and lay on her side with her back to me.
“Just going to read for a wee bit” she explained
“You just go to sleep”
“Ok mum” I murmured back
But sleep was the last thing on MY mind
I felt the bed move slightly and supposed she must
be reaching under the mattress for her book.
“Ya Dancer” I thought to myself
I forced myself to lay perfectly still, listening
carefully for any noises she might make, the pages
turned and her breathing became shallower but there
was no sign of anything else to suggest she was
playing with herself.
A short time later she leaned over and put the book
back where it came from, I sensed her turning round
and looking at me, then she stretched over and
kissed me gently on the forehead, I felt her boob
press softly against my shoulder, and became
instantly aroused, but she simply turned over and
switched out the light.
Well this was it!
I had never been so excited, nor had I ever been so
scared. Not even when I had been cornered by a bunch
of Neds coming home from school and robbed of all my
money. But being the big shite-bag that I was, I
simply lay still, trying my best not to breathe too
loudly, wishing my heart was a lot less noisy,
surely she must be able to hear it thumping away in
there, I tried to hold my breath to make it quieter,
but ended up panting through lack of oxygen after I
had to give in
After some time I felt my mum change her position, I
half opened my eyes to have a wee peek, she was
laying on her side facing me, I listened for her
breathing but couldn’t make it out distinctly, then
she sort of flopped over, and her arm draped over my
chest. Christ I was scared, but it was too late now.
I lay as still as I could, not moving a single
muscle, even my cock had gone soft with the fear I
was feeling, after a moment she again shifted her
position, moving a little closer to me, I could
smell the Vodka on her breath, hear the long deep
motion of it, she gently shook me
“Billy, Billy you awake” she softly whispered
No fucking way was I saying anything, I lay there
transfixed, as stiff as a board
She shook me a little more vigorously and again
asked if I was awake, getting no response she
crooked her leg over my thigh and put her arm half
under my pillow. Still I lay, and said, and did
nothing
Then I felt her hand slowly move away from my
shoulder and rest over my chest, then lower still
till it came to the bottom of my T-shirt, she slid
her hand under it and rubbed my belly in a circular
motion, this had me super hard in no time at all, I
stopped worrying about breathing and everything else
and gave myself up to the pleasure of that hand.
I knew where it was going next. But it still came as
a shock when it bumped into the head of my cock as
she made the circles bigger and bigger and lower and
lower, I must have jerked as she stopped for a bit,
but once more I stayed hushed
Her circles now centred on my rock hard cock with
only the flimsy material of my Y-fronts between her
hand and my prick, she withdrew her hand up my belly
and then ever so gently she wiggled it under the
waistband of my pants, when her hand made unfettered
contact with my cock it was like an electric shock.
Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body,
I was shaking and jerking and the spunk was shooting
everywhere, I heard her gasp as she realised I had
come at the mere touch of her hand, she took her
hand from under the pillow and caressed my face till
the emotions had subsided, then she removed her hand
and I felt her wiping me with some sort of cloth or
towel, every dab sending shock waves shooting
through me,
As I lay back my mind raced ahead, what now? What do
I do now?
Lay still Billy pretend your asleep - truly a world
class shitebag.
I don’t know what she was expecting, nothing maybe,
she lay on her back and after a moment or two I
heard the unmistakable sounds of her masturbating,
her breathing became deeper and shorter, I felt the
motion of her hand as it danced in and out of her
cunt, within seconds I heard her moan and begin to
shudder, the whole bed was shaking, it must have
been quite an orgasm as the shaking and juddering
went on for a good minute or to her breath coming in
gasps.
It was the most erotic thing ever, my own mother had
wanked me and then herself off, and now lay next to
me drenched in sweat and smelling of sex, all it
would have taken was for me to turn over and touch
her and who knows what might have happened
But you know me by now!
Nothing else has happened between the two of us. I
still regret not having tried to take it further,
some nights when my dad is working night shift, I
can hear her reading and the occasional stifled
moan, still who knows maybe I’ll build up the
courage one day.
The End