Title: After Dinner Seduction
Keywords: mF, mat, inc, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: She can not, or will not, say 'no' when her son seduces her after dinner.
 




There was an old man of Duddee
Who came home as drunk as could be.
        He wound up the clock
        With the end of his cock,
And buggered his wife with the key.



After Dinner Seduction

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

Mother looked up from where she sat on the stool before her vanity
mirror as I approached from behind.  Without my shoes, I walked softly
across the hard wood floor like a memory out of my youth.  She watched
me with her wide green eyes, a smile pleased, but nervous, smile on
her full red lips.

It had been a delightful evening.  Just a mother being spoiled by her
loving adult son.  We dinned at a fine restaurant that mom would never
have been frugal enough to enter if I was not paying - we danced to
ancient tunes played by an ageing piano player and his young sexy
lounge singer.  Mother drank at least six glasses of fine wine - most
of the bottle that I had bought.  And we ate several courses of
exquisitely prepared food.

All according to plan.

I stopped my approach as soon as I stood behind her, staring back
through the mirror at her questioning gaze.  I slowly brought my hands
up to lay upon her thin white shoulders - the blouse from earlier in
our evening already discarded.  The elastic straps of her brassiere
contrasting with the smooth cool skin that seemed harsh in some way.

It was never odd to see mother dressed this way growing up, partially
clad in a slip and bra - but there was never any nudity, though I
certainly tried.  I could feel a certain awareness of her half clad
state, even more than usual - with her wearing her black nylons, slip
and bra.

Slowly bending at the waist I brought my warm moist lips to the nape
of her neck, her skin feeling cool.  The kiss was done very lightly
but I felt her quiver before me.  Mother smelt as I have always
remembered, the lingering perfume mixed with her expensive organic
bath soap.

I pressed my cheek gently against her own, my eyes again capturing
 hers in the mirror.

She was looked nervous, uncertain and perhaps a little dizzy with
wine.

With her watching me, I moved my eyes down, so that the mirror
returned the sight of her 'C' cup breasts.  The black lace bra giving
just a hint of the darker shade of her nipples.  The flesh pressed
together between those two points into a generous pale cleavage that
no male could not fail to appreciate.

My hands slid down her smooth thin shoulders almost to her elbows.  I
felt her shiver again, goose bumps rising upon her flesh, as the hands
slowly but purposefully moved in and up.  A loud gasp escaped her as I
grasped both covered breasts from beneath, squeezing them roughly and
possessively until that delicious valley was an obscene canyon.

Again I kissed mothers neck, her head turning away to arch it toward
me.

When I looked up at her face I saw that mother had her eyes tightly
closed, her mouth open as her chest rose and fell within my arms.  In
the palms of my mauling hands I felt the nipples rise, poking me
through the thick fabric of her undergarment.

The lips were moving but nothing came out for several seconds, and
when it did, it was but a whisper, "... please stop...!"

So I did.

Mother's eyes snapped open and her head returned to the upright
position, her surprise at my retreat obvious.  Was she disappointed as
well?

My hands trailed slowly southward, across the small soft roll of flesh
marked with the lines of childbirth and age.  She did not look at me,
but at my hands - her nervousness quickly returning.

But the hands slide to the sides before reaching her lap, touching her
firmly on her upper outer thigh.  The black satin slip cool to the
touch, the nylon beneath obvious.  My fingers began to pull the loose
light fabric up those full soft thighs.

Mother had looked at me throughout this evening with love and pride.
Showing the first real happiness that I have seen in her since I was a
middle teenager.  She had been touching me constantly - holding my
hand walking from the car to the restaurant, my arm about her waist
waiting to be seated at our table, sitting with our knees touching at
the tiny intimate round table, and on the dance floor both of us using
our bodies and hands liberally.  Almost as if mother was using me for
protection, afraid that our fun was only a dream.

Don't mistake me - mother never intended what I was doing to her now -
this is all my initiative, taking this to a place that I have
fantasied about for many years.

As the slip normally hung just beneath her knees, it took a while to
bundle it up to her waist - as I purposefully did it ever so slowly.
Mother was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and watching her own black
nylon covered thighs appear.

When the cool black satin was as high as I could make it, as mother
still sat frozen, my hands slipped forward and took a handful of soft
thigh-flesh.

There was no resistance within mother as my large strong hands spread
those knees shoulder-width apart.  My paws groped the soft nylon
covered flesh of her inside thighs.  I felt her spread her knees a few
centimetres further.  Anxious for more of my hands perhaps?

I did not disappoint - rapidly I slipped one hand deeper into the
valley of her thighs, suddenly cupping the covered flesh of her sex.

Mother gasped loudly and then clamped her thighs shut, trapping my one
hand against her groin.

Though what I had just done amazed me - cupping my mother's sex -
there really was nothing to feel.  She was obviously wearing a panty
beneath the black waist-high nylon, and all I felt was the smooth warm
tightness of her undergarments.  It was the reality of where that hand
was that shocked and thrilled me.

Mother's eyes were again tightly closed, her head threatening to fall
back upon her shoulders.

I spoke firmly and directly into her ear, "Spread your knees again
mother!"

Even as she gasped in response, "No... it would be wrong...", her
knees spread further than they had been seconds before and her torso
fell backward into my own, leaning into my chest, her head as if
lifeless had fallen to my wide strong shoulder.

My second hand had risen, slipped quickly back to the covered breast.

Now I properly mauled my own parent - her hips beginning to move,
thrusting forward in the stool, into my hand.  She was gasping loudly
and saying my name as a whimper again and again.

Then, as suddenly as I had started, my hand removed itself from
between mothers shapely soft legs and back up to her breast.  She was
getting really worked up and quickly, knees wide and continually
humping the air as my hands mauled her chest.  My chest, though,
gently pressed her back up to a sitting position.

Mother had confided in me tonight, after the fourth full glass of
expensive wine, telling me that she knew why I just happened to walk
in to her bedroom when she was half dressed for all those years
between puberty and leaving home.  Rather than be disappointed or
disgusted, my first guess if I had to make one, she felt rather
flattered as my father had stopped touching her before I hit middle
school.  This information was unexpected, not part of the plan, but
had given me a desire to continue with my plans.

I did learn that she had assumed I had 'grown out' of that obsession
years before - she aged noticeably since the divorce, my string of
girlfriends, leaving home for college and then work, and simply the
lack of trying to see her in various states of undress.  She had been
red of cheeks when she revealed all this to me across the candle lit
small table.

Though taken unawares with her admission, I recovered quick enough to
tell her that I never 'grew out' of my desire for her.  That took her
by surprise and she downed the last half of her glass of wine without
even swallowing.  Her whole face was red when she stared at the
candle, rather than look at me, and asked me not to tease an old
woman.

"Look around mother - these people have no idea who we are?  They just
think I'm a guy with a sexy woman who is going to get lucky tonight!"

She squealed in pleased surprise, her bouncing eyes finally catching
my own.  "Jason!"

That is when the petite giggles began - mother laughing into her hand
for the most part - while staring at me through her carefully
blackened eye lashes.  "Well mom, will I get lucky tonight?"  I asked
bravely, playfully.

She giggled again and leaned in, "You are so naughty today Jason!"
But I could see that she was pleased nevertheless.

The dances after that conversation were more intimate, our fronts
pressed tightly together, my hands roaming from her shoulders to just
where her ass began to slope out and downward.  Oh, I was the perfect
gentleman - but something had changed, perhaps in me and perhaps even
within mother.

When mother opened her eyes finally, possibly to see why I had let go
of her black lace covered breasts, she looked feverish and desperate.
She was a woman that needed this - even if the source was from her
son... perhaps it meant more, because it came from her son.

My hands reached around and began to fumble with the three clasps
holding the black brassiere together.  No matter how many times I had
done this with prior conquests, I hate the fucking things.

Mother, to my great pleasure, did not laugh at my adolescent fumbling,
and just stared at me through the mirror, sitting upright, with hands
flat upon the top of the table before her.

"Do you want me to stop mother?"  She did not say a word, and just
continued to stare at me with a odd wild look in her blue eyes.  My
hands gently pressed the unclasped halves apart, moving up to slip the
harsh straps from her pale smooth shoulders.  Again I pressed her,
"Last chance mother - after this, nothing will be the same?"

The seconds turned into a full minute as our eyes were locked together
- until I was certain of her answer.

Mother's right arm rose quickly and crossed her breasts before the bra
fell, holding it strategically in place.  Of my question - nothing.

It was at that point she mouthed 'no' to me in the mirror, worry now
entering into her gaze, her head moving slightly side to side.

She was too late - I had come to far to stop now.

Stepping back I reached forward and roughly spun mother around by her
waist - the stool before her vanity being an old wooden affair with a
free-turning seat and no back.  It had been my grandmothers, her
mothers, and it had aways been something special in my moms life.

I gripped her knees, which she had again pressed together, and stopped
her spinning as soon as my mom was facing me.  Her eyes were looking
at me with something like guilt mixed with pleading.

"How long has it been since you have been with a man mom?"

We both knew how long - she had revealed it to me over dessert - five
years.  She looked embarrassed when she had told me, but I was not
sure if it was because of telling her son that she had been sexually
active after her divorce or that it had been so long since she had
sex.  She had asked me about my recent experiences - and starred
wide-eyed as I told her about my current girlfriend and how she likes
to do it in public places.

"Do you always use protection Jason...?"  She had asked, trying to act
the parent.  I just laughed at her while nodding in agreement but
admitted that we often do it in ways that it was not possible to get
pregnant.

Mom turned away at my malicious question but then immediately turned
back with worry upon her brow when I slowly stood up before her.

Her eyes watched my hands reach down to my waist, my fingers expertly
but slowly unbuckle, unzip and open the flap of my pants.  Then I
pulled it out - holding my half hard member firmly in my fist.

Mother was all eyes, the whites bright in the dim room, as she starred
directly at the circumcised head of my cock.  Up and down my fist
went, expertly stroking it to a fully erect state.

As mother and I had drank our after-dinner-coffee's at the restaurant,
I had let my hand casually hold her upper thigh.  After some time, I
had leaned in and pretended a pout as I whispered, "I wish you had
worn stockings and garters for me tonight mother?"  Her only response
was to turn another shade of red and a small pleased smile that she
tried to suppress.  Not long afterwards, mother had admitted that I
was making her feel 'sexy' and that she had forgotten how good it
felt.

It took little effort on my part to prepare my cock - and let it go
seconds after stroking it.  It was on the upper end of average and
when hard, had a slight upturned bend in it as it stood forty-five
degrees from my body.

Standing as I was, I could feel mother's warm breath upon it - as we
both froze, partaking the moment.

My large strong hand rose and gently lay upon the top of my parent's
carefully prepared head of hair, still perfect after our long evening
together.  Her shoulder length hair had been teased for at least an
hour before our dinner date.

Having always been a fastidious person with her appearance, I was
surprised that mother did not at least wince as my hand pressed
through the hair to grab the back of my parent's head firmly.

Without moving my own body, I pulled that head toward me... toward my
cock.  Only then did she resist, trying to slow her descent.  Of
course, she was unsuccessful - I simply countered her resistance with
my strength.  Just before mother was in danger of becoming acquainted
with the head of my penis, she whimpered, "I can't Jason...!"

But the smooth pink crown of my cock touched the red lipsticked full
lips, having reapplied it numerous times through the evening, and
pressed smoothly past and into her mouth.

Throughout the evening I had teased mother numerous times about her
sexy red lips - finding any excuse to kiss her red lips frequently.
At first she enjoyed the game, pouting and kissing me back - laughing
at the red marks she left on my own lips.  Later in the evening, she
had become uncomfortable when my teasing had turned a corner - telling
my parent that I knew exactly what her lips were good for, letting our
lips linger long past propriety's sake.  Her eyes had checked out my
crotch so many times through the evening, there was no mistaking where
any of my bawdy comments originated from.

Mother's eyes rose now, trying to see up past my arm, trying to plead
with me with her gaze.  "Suck me mother!"  My hips began to dance -
moving back and forth slowly and smoothly.  I watched enthralled as my
dick moved in and out of my mother's attractive aged face - her eyes
slowly closing and her lips clamping shut so that her mouth could
apply suction.  My second hand rose and also held the back of her head
to steady it, my hips thrusting more aggressively as I fucked my
mother's mouth.  Mother was sucking hungrily now, her tongue teasing
me on the other side of her lips.

"Fuck that feels good!"  I gasped uncontrollably.

I had a difficult time keeping my own eyes open, but I saw her looking
up at me, the pleading gone leaving only pleased amazement.  Past her
sucking lips, I saw that her arm had dropped from her torso and her
full pale bare breasts bounced as I thrust aggressively forward.

That was enough to push me over the edge - the sum of our evening, the
looks, suggestive touches and even the way she looked at me through
the night.  She starred at me with wide pleased eyes, as if I could do
no wrong.

Why else, do you think, I would I have the balls to seduce her
tonight!

Even as I felt the tightness build toward the inevitable, I wondered
if mother ever had a cock in her mouth before.

That thought, the sight of mother's wide eyes, her sucking lips and
the distant glimpse of bare breasts bouncing beneath me was enough to
finish me off.

The first blast must have bruised my own mother's tonsils, as my body
contorted and jerked so violently.  The spasming and jerks afterwards
were but a shadow, but the full load of my seed pumped again and again
until even I was amazed.

Only then did I realize mother was trying to talk with my dick in her
mouth, her throat simultaneously swallowing and gagging.  My eyes
opened to see that my sperm was leaking from both edges of her lips, a
few drops falling to that pale tit-flesh below.

I gently pulled my slowly diminished penis from my mother's mouth -
she gasping suddenly for breath, trying not to cough as a river of my
juice escaped from her still open mouth falling to her breasts and to
the hard wood floor between us.

My first reaction was to apologize, but I knew the best way to gain
mother's total acceptance was to carry this evening to the summit of
incestuous desire.

The moment that I allowed mother to regain her composure - I was able
to look upon her, the sight more erotic and sexy than I could have
ever imagined she would look.  There was trails of sperm from her lips
down to her bare breasts, her hair was a mess and her cheeks were
flushed as I had never seen.  Her eyes, though, were wild - and I knew
she was excited beyond words.  The wine throughout the evening, our
intimate time together and now being face fucked, perhaps for the
first time ever, and being forced to take my load.  And if you factor
in that I was her son and not some stranger... that had to be an added
level of kink if she was anything like me in what stoked my fires.

My whole sexual life had lead up to this moment.  And to think,
minutes before I would have walked away from this - if she had but
spoken up against where our evening was heading.

I helped mother to her unsteady feet, her eyes enquiring silently.
One of her arms rushed to cover her bare chest, but I ignored it.  Her
eyes looked embarrassed, but interested.  She never resisted or
stopped me as my hands slipped down to slip my thumbs into the waist
band of her loose black satin slip.  She stepped out of the garment
when I pressed it to her feet.

Squatting before her, I ran my hands freely up and down mother's
shapely legs while her eyes watched me silently.  My hand eventually
reached up and pressed into the covered mound of her sex and I saw
mother's thighs tremble wildly for a second as her torso lowered into
my palm.

Even through two layers I could feel the heat within - heard her moans
of pleasure at my brief touch.

I rushed to do with the nylons what I had done with the slip - but it
took more effort, more patience, but it was well worth it.  I sensed
in mother, the same desire to be rid of the constricting garment as
anxiously as I.

She needed this - that much was obvious even through my dinner
seduction.  Mother needed to feel like a woman - to be loved, desired.

My hands easily guided her backward to the edge of her bed, pushing
her into a seated position.  Those big eyes looked up at me so
innocently, so willingly and so full of trust.  With a firm shove,
mother fell back into the bed upon her shoulders, her hands dropping
the hold of her chest in response so as to stop her fall.  Those large
mounds bounced on her bosom as she landed.

Then mother whimpered, already forgetting her bare chest even though
she had to look past her hard wrinkled nipples to watch her son, as I
pressed her knees back and spread wide.

The first kiss caused her to jerk and gasp - her eyes clamping shut
and a pleased smile spreading on her lips.  My tongue slipped into
that hot wet pink flesh and tasted the forbidden nectar.  It was so
sweet and satisfying that I dare say I never tasted anything so
delightful in my life.

Throughout our evening, mother and I had flirted shamelessly.  Our
eyes caressing what our hands would not, our words suggestive and
playful.  I had wondered what had gotten into her, thanking my luck
regardless.  It was fun and I had not considered that I could take
this further until much later in the evening - when she stopped
flirting but almost acted like she needed my attention.  I had never
seen anyone act like that before and it surprised me that I was seeing
it within my own mother.

Soon my hands were not needed to hold her in this spread position, as
I could feel that there was no denying me now.  Mother needed this as
I too did.  Her hips began to press upward into my tongue and lips,
her hands curling in my hair to pull me into sex.  She giggled when my
hardened tongue slipped lower and teased her hard anal asterisk -
groaning with loss when I retreated.

I teased and sucked in those excited blood-filled full cunt lips.  My
tongue fucked into the hole I came out of so long ago.  My teeth,
tongue and lips patiently tormenting her clitoris - always withdrawing
as the heights of her passion echoed from the walls of her room.

Mother was making mewing noises, as if in pain, as her body was
covered in a cloak of sweat as she humped into my face.  Decorum and
decency was forgotten - as was the laws of man and the morals of a
middle-aged mother.  Sounds were coming from her lips - begging me,
pleading with me, but no words.

Never before had I felt such a rush of power, such an immense joy in
the giving of pleasure.  She was completely at my whim - anything I
wanted I could take.  To show myself just how true this was, I slipped
my index finger between the sweaty cheeks of her ass - pressing upward
into her very tight anal ring.  Her gasps only got louder even as she
tried to press her sexy mature ass down to drill my digit further into
her own body.

Only after I could see the tears rolling down the sides of her face,
over her sweaty heaving tits, did I know that the time was right.  I
drove that neglected clitoris wild with my mouth, as my finger fucked
her ass, and did nothing less than mother screamed in response.  It
sounded as she she were being tortured and was in pain - but for the
wide smile, the way she shoved her hips up, her hands clawing at my
hair to pull me down, her soft sweaty inner thighs clamping
unconsciously against my ears.

I felt her body jerk as if she were a man, muscles throughout her body
tensing and clenching wildly.  Mother orgasmed as if she invented the
act and it felt divine to be the one to be able to give that delight
to my parent.

Then it was over and her body seemed to melt in upon itself, her legs
falling back to the bed and even her anal passage suddenly relaxing
enough I was sure I could have pressed three fingers into her if I
wished.

Reluctantly I removed my face from that delightful place - knowing
without a doubt that I could do this as often as I wished.  No woman
that enjoyed such pleasure could deny the man that gave it to her.
Not even if that man was her son!

How long had I eaten my own mother?  Five minutes, fifty - I could not
say for certain.  Only now, though, did I realize that my jaw was
sore, the back of my tongue ached - but it was worth it, and had not
been long enough no matter what the clocked said.

Starring brazenly now, I looked at her flowered open pink sex, while
still tasting it upon my lips.  She looked asleep, content.

I rose and lowered myself upon her, feeling her hot wet skin against
my own.

My mother opened her eyes slowly, as if exhausted.  Perhaps she was?
The smile returned and her eyes glinted with the fires of love.

Oh yes, this was not the only time for us!

Tentative, as I watched from above her, mother stretched out her lower
face and slipped out her tongue to lick at my dripping chin.  It was a
very erotic moment.

Perhaps recognizing my pleasure in her act, mother began to
aggressively lick her own juices from my lips, chin and cheeks.  Only
after several minutes of this, and the moisture on my face replaced by
my parent's saliva, I could not help but ask playfully, "Do you like
the taste of pussy mom?"  I dreaded the question as soon as I asked -
it sounding juvenile to my ears.

Thankfully, "I...  don't know honey."  She shrugged beneath me and
looked sheepish and suddenly a little shy.  Did she think I was ready
to introduce another woman into our newly found bed?  I think not!

It gave me the strength to follow up, "But you like the taste of
yourself don't you mother?"

A playful smile spread upon her wet red lips, as she revealed, "I
do...  yes honey."  Her cheeks were red as if embarrassed.  This was
the woman that I had dined with most of the evening - playful,
suggestive and a touch naughty.

"Good!"  I pressed my rock hard cock against the very hot wet cunt
beneath me.

That caused a surprised gasp to escape from my parent and her eyes
were very wide as she whispered, "Your hard again!"  That look caused
me to feel like a god and there was nothing I could not do with her
that moment.  Hell, there was nothing I would do for her that that
moment!

Mother was pressing her hips gently up and down in time to the
rhythmic thrusts of my cock - sliding my member along the wet groove
of her sex.

"Tell me Jason... tell me what you want me to do?"

I could have took her out into the middle of the street, beneath a
light, and fucked her brains out and she would enjoy it.  I was more
than certain.

Mother was breathing heavily again, sharp gasps as the head of my cock
shoved against her sensitive clitoris.  Her hands rose and stroked my
face, our eyes locked.  She was mine and we both knew it.

With a note of pleading, "Tell mommy how to please you honey?"

My own breathing was laboured as well, not having noticed until I
revealed, "I want you on your knees mom."

She nodded in anxious agreement, and quickly rolled onto her stomach
even as I rose from her sweaty body.  Mother bent her knees beneath
and pressed her ass up as her shoulders and one side of her face lay
upon the bed.  I stood behind stroking myself - enjoying the new view
and savouring this moment that I can honestly say, was the sexual
height of my life.

With her bare feet and the thrust of her ass hanging over the bed, I
easily stepped up behind her and aimed myself with a malicious
pleasure.

This was it, this was the final act that would bind our sin together.
Everything up to this moment could be discounted as simply bad
judgement - but what I was about to willingly and anxiously do was
nothing less than a one way path.

Having felt my hesitation and perhaps considering the same thoughts
that coursed through my own head - mother seemed to know immediately
what she wanted, as she reached around her body with both her hands
and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart.  "Fuck mommy honey!"

She was but mine for the asking!

My cock slipped easily into that sloppy hot wet hole as mother and I
grasped and then groaned in unison.  I saw it as if in slow motion, my
familiar organ disappearing into the fleshy folds of my parent.

Mothers hands slipped from her own ass and clawed at her duvet cover,
her eyes clenched just as tightly.  My hands went to my parents soft
round hips and grasped roughly.  This was what I had envisioned from
the start of my sexual awareness, this moment - being inside her.  Yet
nothing could prepare me for the incredible feeling, the smell, the
sounds of this reality.

My hips began to aggressively thrust back and forth - our sweaty
bodies smacking loudly and lewdly against the other.  Her sex
immediately began to make sloppy sexy loud sounds that would have been
comical at any other moment - but for us, now, it was perfect - a
symphony to our drama.

Mom shoved her hips back to meet my own, incomprehensible words coming
from her mouth as she grunted with each thrust.

I wanted to fuck her so she would not be able to sit for a week
without recalling where the dull pain had came from.  I wanted it to
be the fuck of her life.

Remembering her earlier reaction, my thumb slipped into the sweaty
valley of her ass and pressed, teased, that slippery pink anus.

The hot skin of mother's ass was slick with sweat and I worried that
the fingers that dug into her flesh would leave bruises.  Yet, she did
not seem to care - in fact, all she seemed conscious of was our
combined aggressive fucking.

Again and again our bodies slapped together, her sex echoing bawdy
throughout the room.  She was gasping, whimpering and grunting like an
animal.

I loved it!

This was better than any of my fantasies - either adolescent or into
adulthood.  Nothing could compare to this moment.

My body was quivering from exertion, the sweat dripping off my brow -
I was exhausted and exhilarated as mother looked to my eyes.

It was evident, even in my cloudy conscious state, that mother was
again approaching her orgasm.  The signs from her earlier climax was
there - the way she whipped her head back and forth, the spittle
shooting out without realizing it, the way the muscles of her buttocks
and thighs danced almost hypnotically as well as the more guttural
sounds that escaped her lips.

My thumb had worked its way up mother's sweaty relaxed rectum to the
second knuckle without my realizing it - except I could feel my own
cock moving within her between the thin membrane within her body.

It was a champion-level fuck, one for the record books.  Mother was
squealing, cheering me on toward the finish and it was a toss-up who
would get there first.  I wanted it to be her!

I felt it began to draw to its inevitable conclusion and gritted my
jaw as my own guttural groan escaped my lips.  My cock felt as if it
had ballooned to twice its width as I tried to will it to wait for
just seconds more before exploding.  It was not to be and I gasped as
my cock began to shoot deep within my mother's body.

Mother gasped and then squealed as her own body twitched and thrashed
beneath my own.  In some obscene dance we orgasmed together and
nothing could have been more perfect.

Again and again my cock shot out its seed into the depths of my
willing parent - again and again mother squealed with pleasure and
jerked beneath me in response.  It was almost as if she were enduring
electrical shocks transfered from my cock to her cunt - reacting to
each of my ejaculations.

Then, all too soon, it was over and I was standing swaying dangerously
on my feet behind the raised sexy ass - feeling my cock slowly shrink
within that hot wet sheath, my thumb still submerged into the tighter
more mysterious hole above.

Reluctantly I withdrew from my parent and stumbled the single step to
fall back onto the bed next to my kneeling mother.  Her face slowly
turned toward me, looking half crazed with messed up makeup, hair
mated and plastered to her glistening pale skin.  Her eyes, though,
held a weary fire - love and lust intertwined.

Mother slowly dropped down upon her hip, facing me, her gaze softening
even as one hand reached out to touch my sweaty hairy chest.  Her
small fingers finding and fondling my nipples alternately.

I could not find any words - my mouth was dry, my tongue weary.  It
was not every day that a guy gets to enjoy his most secret of
fantasies and discovers that it rivals anything he had imagined!

Our eyes must do our communicating for us I thought.  But mother
whispered harshly nevertheless, "That was the best... in my whole life
Jason."

My lips wearily spread into a pleased smile as a response.

She swallowed thickly while her leg slipped over my own, locking us
together in an intimate cuddle.  I could feel the hot scratchy wet
place between her legs against my hip.  "I will wear stockings for
you... next time... if you want me too Jason?"

Her face was easily readable - her eyes showing her desire for this
after dinner seduction to never end, to touch this magic again.  She
also looked nervous to ask the question of her son, perhaps a little
humiliated to have to ask.  I was half her age after all, and the
desire for me seemed to radiate as a light source from her body.

With effort I nodded negatively and saw the desired fear-filled
reaction rise up within my mother.  What was she thinking, that I
could deny her now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit?  Foolish
woman!

My tongue was sore and my lips and mouth dry, but I gasped out, "Not
possible mom."  My hand reached out to grasp that large heavy sweaty
breast.  "I don't think the lingerie stores open before tomorrow
morning."  Her eyes reacted before the rest of her face, but her
reaction was anticipated.  "I hoped you would wake me tomorrow with a
blowjob... then we can see what else we can do... OK?"

Her practically glowed with pleasure, her eyes even tearing up.  The
hand upon my chest boldly slipped down to my tired shrunken cock and
grasped it possessively.  "Oh Jason... that sounds delightful!"  Then
a playful glint came into her eye that I recognized from my childhood
- but this was no child's game.  "I think mommy should clean you up
before you fall asleep."  Mother used to give me baths back when I was
a toddler - yet, I doubt she was feeling so innocent as she was back
then.

With that statement mom slowly slipped down until her mouth began to
lick our combined juices from my cock and balls.  Mother made mewing
satisfied noises and there was little doubt within me that she was
enjoying the taste.

I slipped into bliss-filled unconsciousness even while my mother held
my soft, newly cleaned, cock in her mouth - laying perpendicular to
the length of the bed.

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