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.

Lynn descended the stairs, looking forward to another evening with her
son, teasing him, feeling his discomfort, knowing that he would find
himself growing hard in her presence, now, just from the memory that
his afternoon orgasm had given.

Her own hot cunt, still sticky from her adventure with the dildo,
twitched at the thought. She gave herself a quick feel as she came
down the stairs.

With a thundering noise, Justin rushed past her, almost knocking his
mom down in her reverie.

"GottagomomJaycalledIllbebacktonight!" He shouted as he ran.

Thinks he can get away scott free, does he? Lynn thought,
watching him go. Well, just wait 'til he gets home. Her fingers
dipped into her now damp shorts, and began stroking her wet little
clit.

* * *

Later that evening, some time around two, when Justin opened the front
door as quiety as only a teenager knows how, he was probably dismayed
to see that the lights in living room were still ablaze, and the TV
roared. That meant sneaking in would be next to impossible, and he'd
have to face his mom.

He gulped, and adjusted the fat slug in his pants.

Slipping past the living room, he saw that while the TV was on, his mom
lay on the couch, curled up. Shoes in hand, tiptoeing through to the
safety of the stairs, he took a second look. Her breathing was soft,
deep and even. Dead to the world, apparently. She was wearing a long,
blue dressing gown, the fabric having slipped away from her legs,
revealing miles of soft, creamy flesh.

Justin stopped cold, staring at his mom's gams, watching the way she
flexed and rubbed one on the other in absent sleep. He adjusted his
growing erection again.

She muttered in her sleep, something about "big young cock," and
shifted her legs again, this time spreading her thighs ever so
slightly. The catch in his breathing was audible. He could just see
the smooth-shaven mound of her pussy, puffy outer labia cushioning the
delicate petals of her inner lips. Beads of moisture rolled out from
the hot, waiting hole between her legs. He began to stroke his dick
through his pants, remembering the wet smacks of the dildo as she
pounded her pussy, crying out for a big, fat cock just like his!

"Mmmm yeah," she mumbled. "Take it out, show me your dick, let me see
how big your cock is." In an aroused daze, he complied. Mother Knows
Best, a little voice said. Not that he'd whip it out if she were
awake, of course not. But a little surreptitous jerking never hurt
anybody.

Lynn rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her eyes were
still closed, and she spoke as in a dream.

"Fuck me, honey...fuck my cunt. Mmmm, yes.. fuck me... just like
that," her face was a mask of pleasure.

Justin's cock was leaking all over his hand, now, staring at his
mother's splayed thighs, at the hungry, pink mouth between them,
hearing her cries for a cock...a big cock...his cock...

His knees trembled, and before he could stop himself, he was cumming,
rope after rope of thick, creamy spunk squirting all over his hand,
the couch, and two or three blasts on his mom's tanned thighs. A
final feeble squirt landed on her slim, delectable toes, and he snapped
back to reality. The enormity of what he'd done, blown a big load of
hot jizz all over his mother, came slamming down over him, and Justin
ran out of the room, not caring if she heard him, wanting only to go
to sleep, and hopefully discover that it had all been a dream.

Lynn watched him go, knowing that before his head ever touched the
pillow, he'd light a stick of Dreamrood, opening his mind for the third
night in a row. Giggling softly, she began spreading his cream over
the smooth flesh of her calves and thighs, relishing the smell, and
occasionally tasting her fingers.

Playing with him like this was almost as much fun as fucking.

Almost.

* * *

Three a.m. found Lynn slinking into her son's room, robe already on
the floor outside, breasts bobbing with each step.

"Hello, darling," she said, leaning over his blank face, brushing her
nipples against his smooth chest. Kissing Justin on his slack lips,
she sat down next to him, running her hand all over his torso.

"Where did you go tonight?"

"Jay was having a party."

"Were you trying to get away from your mom?"

"Yes...no...Jenny was there." Her hand stopped.

"Who's Jenny?"

"A girl. We've been out once or twice. She let me touch her tits,
once. I think she's going to let me go all the way."

Slut. "Are you going to see Jenny again soon?"

"'Morrow night, maybe..."

"Honey, do you remember who knows best?"

"You do, mom." He sighed as her hand began massaging the head of his
dick.

"Which means that whatever I tell you has to be true, right?"

"Ye- ah! Yes, mom!" His breath quickened as she palmed his cock.

"So, when I say Jenny's little cunt has been fucked by pigs, then
that's true?"

"Yes?"

"And if I tell you that she lets dogs rape her asshole, then that's
true as well?"

"Yes." More confidently, now, as she rewarded him.

"Do you still like her, now that you know she's an animal-fucking
slut?"

"No."

"Good. So, tomorrow, you'll call her and cancel your date?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her fingers were doing something at the base of his
dick.

"You'd rather spend the evening with me anyway, wouldn't you?"

"Um...ohhh, yessss..."

"You like looking at me, don't you? I know you've been touching
yourself, watching me."

"Oh, god, yes!"

"And didn't that feel good?"

"Sooo fucking good, mom..."

"So what are you going to do?"

"C-cancel with pig-slut," she slurped his leaky knob into her mouth,
"so I can spend the night w-ith youuuuuuu!" His voice devolved into a
cry as she slowly buried her nose in his pubic hair.

After holding him deep in her throat for a while, she slid his
throbbing meat out of her mouth, and sat up again, jerking him with
quick, sharp strokes.

"Honey," she said breathlessly, "in a moment I'm going to let you smell
something. It will be the most wonderful scent, making your cock
harder than iron, and your will softer than butter. Do you
understand?"

"Harder than ah! iron...s-softer than b-butter..."

"That's right...the more you smell, the hornier you'll get. The
hornier you are, the weaker, the more seduced you'll feel. Slowly,
your inhibitions will melt away with the aroma; all you will care
about is the need you feel in your big, stiff cock."

"In my big, stiff cock," he repeated after her, swallowing her
instructions.

"It may take time, but slowly, inexorably, you will fall under the
soft, sweet spell that this scent casts over you, seducing your will,
sapping your power to resist it, or the woman whose spell it is. No
matter who she is, she will become irresistable in your eyes...seducing
you with her body, with her touch, her aroma, her very glance. Do you
understand, sweetheart?"

"Y-YES!" The strokes came faster, now, driving Justin to the brink of
orgasm.

Reaching between her legs, she slowly drew her fingers across her
sopping wet pussy lips. Fingertips dripping with her sweet girl goo,
Lynn smeared her pungent cunt cream all over his upper lip.

"Breathe deeply, now, darling. The more you take in, the better you
feel..." She repeated this like a mantra, jerking Justin's cock
faster, her hand a blur on his meat, her fingers playing over his lips
and nose, watching him try to vacuum in every particle of her creamy
perfume.

"Thaaat's right, so horny now...so seduced...getting ready to cum, now,
driven right to the edge by this smell...so sweet...but you can't."
She took her hand away from her son's member, much to his shock and
dismay. "Not until the woman who possesses this aroma says you can...
as horny as you'll be, as much as you'll jerk that cock, it locks all
that sweet sperm in your fat balls...until she says otherwise...
understand?"

"Yes," he said, disappointed.

"Don't worry my sweet boy, she may be closer than you think." Kissing
him again on the forehead, Lynn left as quietly as she had entered.

* * *

Justin slammed the phone back onto its cradle. "Bitch," he muttered,
then smiled to himself, as if enjoying a private joke.

Lynn, sitting on the couch not ten feet away, was pretty sure she'd
heard a girl's voice on the other end, protesting loudly. What Justin
had said had been far enough under his breath for her not to hear, but
she was reasonably certain of the basics.

"Hot date?" She asked in a coy voice. Justin grunted in the negative,
and slumped around to flop down on the couch. Lynn curled long, brown
legs under her tight little behind to give him room. The hem of her
clingy pink terry skirt rose well above her knees as she did. Her son
couldn't quite hide the way his hot gaze raked its way up her slender
stems. Lynn smiled inwardly. "Another night around the old homestead,
then?" She stretched her legs back out again, rucking the hem of the
skirt up even higher, giving Justin an ample view of her tightly
muscled thighs. Her tanned little toes wiggled in front of him as she
faked a long yawn, pushing her tits up against the thin fabric of her
white tank top. His nose twitched once, and his body jerked just a
little.

"You don't mind spending another night with your old ma, do you?" Lynn
relaxed her legs, and allowed her feet to "accidentally" come to rest
in Justin's lap. The hem of the skirt had crawled up so high that had
she rolled over, half of her succulent round buttocks would have been
in plain sight. As it was, the hem shaded only the very junction of
her thighs, where a hot, wet pussy wept. Lynn let her son's eyes
wander all over the exposed skin and linger at the shade between her
thighs before pretending to notice.

"Geez, honey," she began to wriggle, pulling her skirt down. "Why
didn't you tell me I looked like that?"

"Dunno," he muttered. "It's not like I was looking." There was no
conviction in his voice, and the bulge in his pants (one Lynn confirmed
by wiggling her soft little feet all over his lap) said differently. In
her struggles to pull the hem of the skirt down, she had inadvertently
pulled the waistband down along with it, far below her navel and over
her lush hips. They sat like that for an hour or so, watching some
vapid crap on the tube, Lynn occasionally rubbing her heels against
her son's stiff cock, Justin trying to pretend that he wasn't looking
at his mom's tight body laid out on the couch.

Once the hour was up, Lynn rolled her legs off Justin's lap. "Bathroom
break," she said, smiling at him. She swooped down, and gave him a
peck on the cheek. If there was a particular scent on her breath that
he could smell, only the barest of jerks betrayed it.

As she sashayed her way to the bathroom, she could feel Justin's eyes
lock onto the topmost curves of her buttocks, wriggling and jiggling
their way out of the waistband of the skirt.

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Lynn sat down on the toilet and
hiked her skirt as high as it would go, giving her greedy fingers free
access to her juicy cunt. First, she masturbated herself through her
panties, making sure to thoroughly soak the thin gusset of the little
white thong in her copious pussy cream. In the next moment, she had
slipped the tiny panties off, and laid them atop the toilet tank, where
"anybody" could find them. Having laid that trap, Lynn proceeded to
work her fuckhole in earnest, biting her lip to restrain the sounds of
pleasure, diddling her pulsing clit while fingerfucking herself, making
her vagina a slippery mess, spreading the fragrant perfume of her sex
all over her smooth thighs for good measure.

When she was satisfied with the wet mess she'd made, having cum at
least twice to take the edge off, Lynn stood, and wiped the excess
pussy slime off on her tank-top. With a hungry grin on her face, she
strode back out to the living room.

As she walked towards the couch, she saw Justin hurriedly rearranging
something in his lap. Coming up behind him, she laid her hands on his
shoulders. Peeking down, Lynn could see that he hand't managed to get
his zipper all the way up. Pretending not to notice the big white
bulge that poked through the zipper, she began to rub Justin's
shoulders.

"Your muscles are all tight from carrying that damn bookbag all day at
school, honey," she cooed in his ear. Glancing down, Lynn could see
the bulge in his pants jump, pushing the zipper open a little more.
"Why don't you sit on the floor so I can work on them properly?"

His body rigid, face flushed, pants tented, Justin quickly slid from
the couch to sit on the carpet before it. Lynn sat behind him, her
hands gently working his shoulders, her thighs surrounding his head.
Caught in a cloud of her pussy perfume, her son started to take deep
breaths, consuming as much of Lynn's aroma as his lungs could get.
She could feel his shoulders start to sag beneath her hands as the cunt
cream worked its magic on his will.

As she ineffectually rubbed Justin's shoulders, his head began to bob
in sync with her movements, swaying through the perfumed haze of sex
that lay between her thighs. One of his hands started to knead the
insistent erection badly concealed in his pants.

"Thaaats right, sweetie," she cooed softly. "Just let yourself go,
give into the relaxation mommy's giving you, let yourself drift off,
and forget everything but the way I'm making you feel."

His hands fumbled with the flap in his underpants, worming their way
inside to play with his pillar of boy meat. Justin's head lolled back,
rolling around until it came into contact with her taut, sticky thigh.

"Yesss," she hissed as skin contact was made. "Just give in to the
feeling, so soft, so seductive, so horny." His lips parted to
taste the smell that was melting his will away. He began to kiss his
mother's thigh, gently lapping at the sweetly-flavoured skin.

"Fuck that's hot," Lynn groaned as Justin began kissing his way along
her thigh, blindly following the trail of pussy juice. "You can feel
it melting your brain, can't you?" She muttered as her son turned
around to get a better vantage from which to clean her thighs. Her
hands released his shoulders, and buried their fingers in his hair,
holding him to his inexorable course. Lynn draped one long leg over her
son's shoulder as his kisses encroached ever closer to the source of
the aroma that held him spellbound. His free hand ran down the back of
her thigh, luxuriating in the silky skin, while the other masturbated
furiously.

Freeing a shaky hand, Lynn pulled the hem of her skirt as high as it
could go, bringing to light the smooth labia majora, a puffy peach ripe
for splitting by cock or tongue. A thin strip of blonde pubic hair
pointed the way to heaven, just in case Justin's nose hadn't already
done its job. His lips caressed his mother's nether lips, savouring
the taste, the smell that made his cock harder than iron, his will
softer than butter. Following the slippery trail inwards, his free
hand left her thigh to split those lips, revealing the delicate pink
petals within, her swollen clit, and the pulsating entrance to her
pussy. Eagerly, his tongue lapped up the hot, free-flowing juice that
coated her sweet cunt, taking time to nuzzle at her clit, sending his
mom into paroxysms of pleasure. Then, suddenly, both of his hands
grabbed hold of her firm buttocks, and he smothered himself in her
cunt, driving his tongue as deeply as he could into the hot depths
from whence her juice flowed.

By this time, Lynn had spread those long, lucsious legs as widely as
she could, giving the boy as much room to work as he needed. Her
fingers pawed at her tits, while the other hand crept down to play
with her clit as he suckled at her cunt.

"Oh, fuckhoneyyes!" She gasped as he worked ever harder at her pussy.
"Eat mommy's pussy...soon you'll have it every night, every which way,
sweetie. You and that big...hard...cock!" The mere thought of
succumbing to her own urges, and allowing the boy to plow her with the
iron rod that was leaking precum onto her carpet, fucking her 'til she
passed out, was enough to send Lynn over the edge into a roaring
orgasm, filling her son's mouth with pussy cream. She held him close
to her cunt, riding his face through the massive orgasm, until finally,
gasping for air, she pulled his sticky features out from her wet folds.

His gaze was glassy, as though drunk. She banished the thought of
fucking him now, knowing that the effect was temporary, and if he came
to himself now, or in mid-stroke, he might have a stroke of his own.

"Honey, who Knows Best?" She asked quickly between gasps.

"You do," he slurred. His lips were slack and his features wooden.
Lynn couldn't wait to see him in true form, eagerly fucking her for all
he was worth, screaming with pleasure even as she did.

"Good. Now, I want you to go to the bathroom, and wipe your face clean
with the panties you find on the toilet tank. Hold them close to your
nose, and just start whacking away at that big cock of yours.
Remember, you can't cum 'til told so, but that won't stop you from
trying. When you awake, you'll remember fantasizing about what just
happened, but it won't have been real. Understand?"

A confused look crossed his face as his brain slowly processed the
information. "Yes," he eventually said, stood, and slumped off to the
bathroom. Lynn gave his huge erection a final forlorn look, and nipped
off to her own bedroom to change.

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