"Mother Knows Best" Chapters 1 and 2, by JValet. Many thanks to the fans who wrote in with their ideas. Keep 'em coming if you want the story to keep going! I need fuel for this fire, kids. jvalet45@netscape.net Thanks go out to Hetero and Lou for their story ideas. Keep 'em coming, folks! As well, kudos to zxcl on Lit once more for "Witchy Woman," the chief source of inspiration for this story. Oh, and congrats as well to Justaguy2 for continuing "Sexual Liberation through Chemistry" (also on Literotica); hopefully it won't take another year before we see chapter three. ;) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lynn checked her watch for the thirtieth time in an hour. One o'clock. The incense must have burned out by now. It had only been one stick, and a small one at that. Softly turning the knob of Justin's bedroom, she was greeted with the powerful perfume of the Dreamrood incense that she'd lit before her son had gone to bed. "It'll help you sleep," she told his doubtful face, a couple of hours earlier. "My friend Marcy swears by them. Just try it. For me?" Now, Lynn stood by his door, anxiously waiting for the last few wisps of soporific smoke to waft out of the room. There was no sense in entering into a trance herself, was there? "Justin, honey? Are you asleep?" She called quietly from the doorway, her heart pounding with excitement. Recieving no response, she slid open the knot in her dressing gown, revealing the still-trim body of a fit woman in her forties, one that never failed to turn heads. Just not the head she wanted. Shedding the gown, she padded over the soft carpet towards the recumbent figure of her son. Pulling the covers away, Lynn gazed hungrily at his slim, muscular form, clad only in a pair of boxer briefs. As a final test to see how truly deep he was under, she quickly pinched his sensitive upper thigh. Justin's leg twitched reflexively, but his face remained a peaceful blank. The bedsprings protested slightly as Lynn sat down next to her son, her fingers running down his chest, relishing the smooth young skin, the downy, kinky treasure trail that led her hand to the fat slug of flesh stuffed in the left leg of his underwear. Slipping her hand inside the slit in the front of the briefs, she fondled his his hairy balls for a moment, savouring their size, and dreaming about the creamy load inside them. Then she began to caress his cock, feeling the flesh quickly fill with blood. Soon, it was a tall, throbbing staff of boy-meat. A groan escaped Justin's lips while Lynn played with his dick. "Justin, honey?" She said softly, bending close to his ear. "I know you're asleep, soooo deep asleep, but I want you to answer me as if you were awake. Do you understand?" "Yes," slipped past his lips. Lynn giggled with glee. Finally, after all her planning, research, and so many horny, lonely nights, everything was coming together! "Sweetheart? Do you know who's talking to you right now?" She began to stroke him slowly, taking her time, relishing the size and power of his cock. "Mom," he mumbled. "Good boy," she squeezed the head of his dick lightly, as a reward. "That's for being a good boy. Every time you give me a right answer, you'll feel like this." She teased his cockhead again, and he moaned. "Now, do you think mommy's pretty?" "Yes." *Squeeze.* "You're beautiful, mom." *Squeeze squeeze.* "Absolutely gorgeousssaaaaaahh..." Three hard pumps of his teenaged staff drew a cry of pleasure from his lips. "What about sexy? Do you think mommy's sexy?" It was a long shot, but it had to be tried. A correct answer would mean a shortcut through everything that would have to be otherwise done to wear down his resistance. He seemed to consider this. "No," Justin replied, after a moment's deliberation. When no rewarding touch came, his body sagged with disappointment. "Honey? Do you know the saying, 'Mother knows best?'" "Yes." *squeeze* "Good. Now, anytime I ask you to do something, or tell you something that seems wrong to you, I want you to remember that saying, because it's the truest thing you've ever heard. Understand?" "Yes." *Squeeze squeeze* "So, who knows best?" "You doooo..." Lynn palmed his glans, her hand slick with precum. "Who's the sexiest woman you can think of? Who gets your big young cock the hardest?" "A-adriana Lima," he stammered. The name meant nothing to Lynn, but judging by the speed at which certain parts of her mail disappeared, she guessed that it was one of those lithe young sluts in the Victoria's Secret Catalog. "Yeah? Do you masturbate to her a lot?" "Yes! YES!" "Just once a day, or more than that?" "T-two, three times a day. Once it was si- oh jeeeez! Oh god, oh six, six times!" Lynn's pussy quivered at the thought of six times in one day. Such a young stallion had to be bridled before someone else got her claws into him. "That's excellent, honey. What I want you to do is to keep spanking to young Miss Lima, every chance you get. Every time you're alone in your room, I want you stroking that pole to her. But when you're on the verge of spilling your hot cream for her, it's my face you'll see, not hers. My body, not hers. Do you understand?" "Yes! I under-oooh, I understaaahnd!" "Whose face will you see?" "Yours! Yours!" "Whose body?" "Yours, mom...yours!" "That's right, and when you do, you'll feel as hot, and hard, and horny as you are right now...hornier than you've ever felt before, and you won't be able to stop yourself from cumming, from spewing all that wonderful cum as hard as you can. Now repeat that back to me" "I won't be ahhhble to st-stop myself from cum-cum-cumming, when I see your face, your boooody!" "Not hers?" "No, not-not HERS!" Lynn had slipped her mouth over his cock, her plush lips stretching to the limit to accomodate the mammoth pole. Her tongue swept the underside, relishing the fresh taste of her son's virgin dick. Idly, she considered simply mounting him right then and there, fucking his wee little brains out. But as much as she needed this young spear plowing her soaking pussy, Lynn knew she had to wait. This had to proceed slowly, or else the conditioning might break, or his mind might break. And while she harboured the most unholy lust for the boy, he was still her son. With a sigh, she pulled her head off his dick. "Excellent. Now, you're going to forget we had this conversation, but you'll remember what I told you to do, won't you?" "Yessss," he hissed through clenched teeth while she played with his cock. "Good boy. You'll sleep soundly tonight, and in the morning you'll awake refreshed, and as horny as you are right now. You'll ask me if I can give you more Dreamrood tomorrow night. Understand?" "Oh, god YES!" His hips pumped as he strove to fuck her clenching fist. "Sweet dreams, darling. And I'll see you in the morning." Giving his cock one last pump, Lynn rose, and kissed him once on the forehead, a motherly gesture made obscene by the massive dick that quivered with lust by her design. Standing, she scooped her robe from the floor and returned to her own room, a hot date with her vibrator in the offing. Lynn smiled as she closed her son's door, knowing that soon "Mr. Happy" would be as obsolete as rotary phones. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Lynn sat next to her son at the dinner table, watching him wolf down his supper as fast as he could. Even though her husband had been gone for years, they still sat in their usual spots, Lynn at the head and Justin in the nearest seat on the outside. Justin, for his part, kept his head down, and tried to look at Lynn as little as humanly possible. Every time she'd seen him today, he had taken one look, blushed a red so deep it was almost purple, and ran for his bedroom to hide. Watching his cute butt run back up the stairs, Lynn had pictured him stroking that huge young cock of his again, spewing all that sweet virgin cream while thinking of her. She, herself, had had to retreat to her own bedroom once today to take care of the ache between her slim thighs. "Justin, honey," she touched his hand. He jerked as though proded with a hot poker, and flushed again. "Are you okay? You seem awfully quiet, today." It was difficult to keep the laughter out of her voice, though she did feel somewhat bad for the intense guilt he must be feeling. _Don't worry, baby. That'll all go away soon. This is just the first step._ His eyes met hers for just a moment, then flicked back down to his plate as his colour deepened. "No. I'm fine, mom." Typical sullen answer from a teenager. Then again, it's not as if she was expecting him to say, _Gee, mom. I jerked off five times today, and every time I came, I was thinking of you and not the pretty young thing in your lingerie catalogue. I don't know why, but it was so hot, I just couldn't stop myself._ While she sought his hand again, her other had slipped underneath the table to surreptitiously rub the front of her little khaki shorts, the ones that made all of Justin's friends goggle at her as she walked through a room, their eyes glued to her beautiful legs, or her succulent little ass as it sashayed past. A chorus of cock, all for her, all those hard young dicks saluting her still-gorgeous body. Only once had she dared to sample from the herd of bright young studs that Justin regularly led through her house, a delightful Latino boy whose parents were moving the next day, taking him somewhere he could tell all his friends about the hot soccer mom who fucked his virginity away. Lynn's cunt quivered, remembering that slim, powerful body beneath hers, his hips slamming against her tight, muscular form, his cock plowing her tight, underused pussy. He'd gone all night, after Justin went to bed, and all she could think while the young bull fucked her to one gushing orgasm after another was _Justin's bigger than this. He's stronger, too. I wish this was him, I wish it was his cock buried inside me._ Once, she thought she'd even cried out his name, but Oscar had taken no notice. While she pawed her cunt underneath the table, Justin finished his supper, and rose, taking his dishes into the kitchen. He hurried back out again, heading upstairs to "safety." Lynn grinned, watching him go. "Wanna rent a movie tonight?" She asked his cute little butt. He stopped short on the second stair, and blushed again. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." His feet pounded their way back towards his room, and Lynn unbuttoned her shorts, giving her questing fingers free access to the wet pussy inside. While he was in his room, he'd be cumming for her, and when he wasn't in his room, she'd take every pain to remind him that he had. * * * The scent of Dreamrood wafted out as she opened his door and she breathed deeply of it, knowing that it smelt of submission, sex, and the fruits of a well-laid plan. The deep, steady breaths of her son let Lynn know that he was once more in the grips of the Dreamrood incense, his body inert, his mind laid open to suggestion. Slipping out of her silk dressing gown, she softly padded over to Justin's bed. "Justin, honey?" She softly called, "do you remember what I told you last night? The truest thing you've ever heard?" "Mother knows best," he mumbled. "Excellent," she said, leaning down to kiss him on the chest. "Now how did you feel today?" "Horny. Guilty." The two words almost seemed to fight their way out of his mouth. Lynn gave him a congratulatory fondle, feeling his limp cock rapidly rise to the occasion. Her soft, plush lips kissed their way through the downy hair running from his navel to his boxers. "Because you kept seeing me when you masturbated?" Her voice was muffled by his body, but the question was clear. "Yes," he hissed as her little fingers slipped inside the boxers. "How did you see me when you came?" Her lips stretched almost painfully wide to accomodate the large head of his cock. Justin seemed to think about this while his mom's head bobbed up and down on his dick, sending as yet unknown thrills of pleasure through his virgin body. "I don't, ah! Know. Just, you know, youuuuu." He grunted as he hit bottom in his mom's throat, and she swallowed around him. Lynn slid him out of her mouth, and gave Justin a hard look. That wouldn't do. If he didn't start seeing her for the sexy bitch she was, he wouldn't come around. He'd just go crazy with guilt, and she definitely didn't want _that_ to happen. "Alright, here's what you're going to do," she said, alternating the words between slurps on his cock. "When I get home from work tomorrow..." * * * The following afternoon, Lynn arrived home and, as usual, kissed her son on the forehead as he zoned out in front of the TV. Once more, he blushed and jerked away from her touch. Smiling inwardly, she turned and mounted the stairs, heading for her bedroom. The stiff white fabric of her white shirt-dress was a little uncomfortable in the summer heat, but it hugged her every curve like a lover's caress. A little inappropriate for work, maybe, but she certainly hadn't heard any complaints; there had been more than a few wolf-whistles from the construction yard across from her building, though. It didn't hurt matters that the top three buttons were undone, revealing a lot of tanned cleavage, nor that there was a five-inch slit in the knee-length skirt, showing off a fair amount of leg. The high- heeled white sandals almost definitely helped. Entering her bedroom, Lynn pushed the door to, but not shut. A crack between door and frame opened up, just wide enough for an observer to see the foot of the bed, and her full-length mirror just beyond. Sitting on the foot of her bed, Lynn unbound her long, silky hair, and sent it tumbling down over her shoulders as she shook her head. If a floorboard creaked in the hall outside, she showed no sign of hearing it. In the mirror, Lynn thought she saw the door move, ever so slightly, the crack opening just a bit. Looking at her reflection, she began teasing open the buttons of her dress, one by one, creating a deep vee of flesh that slowly widened as her bosom pushed the lapels wider. When she reached the last button at her waist, Lynn shrugged out of the fabric. Her breasts, perfect handfuls of lightly tanned titflesh, bobbed into view, capped by little pink nipples that crinkled in the air. Still staring at her own reflection, Lynn cupped one tit and started to play with the nipple, mewling quietly. "Ooooh, yeah, honey," she murmured to an unseen lover, "pinch my nipple, suck it into your mouth. Bite it. Harder. Harder!" Lynn gasped loudly as she twisted it hard, biting her lip as if to keep quiet. Standing, she let the rest of the dress puddle around her dainty feet. Kicking it to one side, she surveyed her body. If there was an observer, sitting outside her door, cock in hand, masturbating furiously without any real idea as to why, he had a doubly good view of her trim form. From behind, he could see the way her curly brown locks tickled the small of her back, just above the tight, round curves of her buttocks; a tiny white thong bisected the ripe globes of her ass, the scandalously small string drawing the eye down through the deep, delicious crevice between her cheeks to the barely-contained, pouting peach of her pussy. Her legs went "all the way up," muscles sharply defined by the tall heels she was perched upon. The reflection in the mirror was no less appealing. Pouty, smiling lips promised unknown delights to young flesh. Both hands fondled and pinched sensitive, firm mammaries that were by no means huge, but fit her slim frame perfectly. A trim abdomen led to a slender waist, and the low- cut white panties with a lacy pattern _just_ sheer enough to prove no evidence of much pubic hair. "You've still got it, baby," Lynn told her reflection. "There's not a man alive who could resist _this_." Licking her lips greedily, one hand stole down inside her panties, fondling the slick flesh within. She moaned, and after a moment, brought wet fingers back up, taking time to lick each one clean. If there was a thud outside, as of someone reeling in arousal and surprise, she gave no notice. "God, I need _cock_," she complained. "Some nice, big, hard, young _cock_. Someone to plow me all night, and still ask for more in the morning. Someone like..." Lynn looked in the mirror, eyeing not herself, but the widening crack. Had someone been outside, pants around his knees, fucking his fist as furiously as only a teenager can, he would have seen her walk out of sight, towards the night stand, and heard a drawer open. "This'll have to do, I guess." Lynn walked back into view, completely naked now, the landing strip of pubic hair pointing the way to her cunt. In her hand was a surprisingly realistic rubber dong. If there was someone outside, he might have thought, "not as big as mine," proudly, though without knowing why. She kissed the thick head of the imitation cock, drooling wetly over the rubber. Sitting down at the foot of her bed again, she ran the dildo down between her breasts, and over her trim tummy, leaving a shining path of saliva. By the time it reached the apex of her thighs, Lynn was lying back on her bed, upper body out of field of vision, but beautiful legs and delicious ass still very much in view. "Yessss," she hissed, "I just _love_ that beautiful boy-cock of yours, honey. Why don't you stop teasing me and just put that fucking dick in my hot cunt? Oh gaaaawd, yes... I can feel all that hard meat just filling me up, stretching my poor little pussy. It's soooo tight, isn't it? That's because I haven't been fucked by a real man in a long, long time, baby. My ex was a dickless wonder, I could hardly feel him inside me at all; but you, you've got sooo much _cock_, so _big_, so _hard_. But who told you to take it slow? When I want you to make love to me, I'll tell you. Right now, I just want to be fucked, fast and hard. Your big cock has got me right on the edge, and I want you to pound me right over. Oh, shit yeah, that's right, fuck me harder, I want to feel those big balls of yours slap my asshole. Harder, you young fucker! Ream my little pussy! If pound mamma's cunt good, maybe I'll let you take my ass! Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuckme! FuckmefuckmefuckmefuckMEEEEEE!!!" Her voice became a wordless cry of pleasure as she fucked herself into orgasm, her voice so loud that there was no way she could have heard a muffled grunt outside the door, no way she could have heard the wet splats that followed, no way she could have heard the rustle of desperate hands wiping up a sticky mess with a shirt. Ten minutes later, she strode out of her room again, comfortably clad in a white tank-top and those little khaki shorts. Eyeing her doorframe, she noted a shimmering mess on the painted wood, somewhat poorly cleaned up. Sticking a finger in it, Lynn noted that it was still warm, and incredibly thick. "Sweet too," she muttered with a smile as she tasted her fingertip. It was his first real tribute to her, and it tasted like victory. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Suggestions? This story has thus far been built more or less entirely out of reader suggestions. Though I've got my own ideas, I'd really like to hear yours; they've got a much higher chance of getting into the story than usual, so send 'em along to: jvalet45@netscape.net Thanks!