"Mother Knows Best" Chapter 3 This story has been built entirely by fan suggestions, if you want your ideas included, e-mail me! Thanks go out to JB and JD for their suggestions. Keep 'em coming, folks! Chapters one and two can be found at my ASSTR folder, and in my Storiesonline Blog. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. <i>Thinks he can get away scott free, does he?</i> Lynn thought, watching him go. <i>Well, just wait 'til he gets home.</i> 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 <i>ever</i> 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 <i>just like his</i>! "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...<i>his</i> 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 <i>ah!</i> 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. * * * So? What happens tomorrow? Let me know! mail your suggestions to: jvalet45@netscape.net