Summary: Mom that decides to give some background regarding hers and Hubby's twisted teasing of their son, which happened two years prior to finding Megan's video. Adults Only NOTE: I have other stories under Lauren Blue Eyes and a couple as LaurenMom at www.storiesonline.net. (http://storiesonline.net/auth/Lauren_Blue_Eyes) send feedback to: laurenmom@caress.com Story: A Slut Like Me by LaurenMom pt 2 (MF, m, inc, exh) (Jun 2010) ****************************** I should pause for a bit and share some of the key events of the last two years that I believe may have caused my daughter to adopt some of my slutty tendencies. My husband, who I usually refer to as Hubby, but whose name is Alan has been losing his interest in sex for many years. We have been married nearly twenty. And for at least ten (maybe fifteen), his libido has been gradually shrinking. It's not that he doesn't enjoy sex. It's more like, the amount of sexual contact he needs has gotten smaller and smaller. Where he once wanted to screw me almost daily(way back when), he's now satisfied with making love once a month. It's not that he won't be intimate with me. He doesn't refuse. If I want to have sex, he accommodates my needs. But that's actually part of the problem. I want to share my sexuality with a partner who doesn't just accommodate me, but who needs to fuck me...maybe not as often as I need to (pretty much daily), but at least someone who's in the same ballpark. I want the guy to WANT me once in a while. But alas, regardless of everything I've tried (books, articles, therapy, little blue pills, testosterone supplements and so on), I'm still left lying in bed every morning next to a man who loves me and his family, who's a great provider, whom I love very much, and who would rather sleep than get a blow job. Oh, and while I'm laying awake in bed in the early hours of the day, I'm often diddling myself to orgasm and having all manner of sexual fantasies. Just about two years ago, things started to change. Hubby came to bed one night and rather than kissing me and going right to sleep, he sat against the headboard and wanted to talk. "Have you noticed anything different about Jason lately?" Hubby inquired. "What do you mean?" I said, looking up from the magazine I was reading and wondering why his head wasn't on his pillow yet. "He's getting older, you know?" "Uh, yeah...I'm aware of that. He's fifteen, unless I've lost count." "Yeah, I know you know how old he is. But have you noticed anything else?" "Alan, what are you talking about?" "He's getting more mature, I think. In the things he says and does. In the things that...get his attention, you know?" "I know those things, of course. But what do you mean about what gets his attention? Like, girls?" "Sort of. But I think he's been noticing one particular girl a whole lot lately." "Really? Who?" Hubby gave me a mischievous grin I had not seen on his face in a long time. "You," he said, trying to seem nonchalant. "What?" I replied. "What on earth are you talking about, Alan?" "Haven't you noticed the way he looks at you? He looks at you...like a woman." "You must be kidding me." "I swear, I'm not kidding. He can't take his eyes off you. I've been watching him watch you. He takes every opportunity he gets to look at your ass when you walk away, to look down your blouse, to get a glimpse of your panties." "Seriously? He looks at me like that?" "All the time." "Wow. That's kind of weird." "I um...I think it's pretty hot," Alan said sheepishly. "Alan! What does that mean? What gets you hot?" "I don't know. I just kind of get a kick out of him noticing that you're an attractive woman." "I'm his mother, you idiot!" "I'm aware of that. But, I can't help it. It...it kind of turns me on." "Seeing your son ogle me...that turns you on?" "Yeah. And besides, I don't think it's the most abnormal thing for a teenage boy to think his mother's hot. You know...the whole Oedipus thing? And besides, you are hot." At that moment he took my hand and brought it to his crotch. He was hard as a rock. I don't know the last time Hubby made a sexual invitation to me, nor the last time he had an erection that I didn't coax out of him. I should have stopped his crazy talk right there. But knowing something had turned him on, even something perverted, was too thrilling for me to ignore. Still, I should have ended this train of thought...nipped in the bud. I see that now. But I didn't...maybe couldn't. I was so desperate for Alan to WANT sex again...to WANT ME, that I lost my head. I let him talk about Jason and how he seemed to be more and more attracted to me. I was just overwhelmed by how much Alan got into it. He practically ravaged me, which I needed so badly. Then after he pushed me down on my back, pulled my legs apart and forcefully entered me (I loved that too), he called me "Mommy" a few times. I honestly didn't like it at all. It sounded so wrong and perverted. But Hubby clearly liked it, probably even more than he expected he would. So I let him call me that while he fucked me like a wild man. I came twice before he finally popped-off into me. Part of me hoped that was the end of the silliness about Jason being attracted to me. But another part of me hoped that my suddenly horny husband wouldn't pack his libido back in ice for another fifteen years. A few days passed and I figured Hubby's dalliance into incest fantasy had passed and his recharged sex drive along with it. I was wrong. "Touch my cock," Hubby said as he climbed into bed with me. "Are you serious? Again? Not that I'm complaining" I quickly added. "What brought this on?" "I'll tell you in a second. I just want you to see how turned on I am." I gladly did as he asked, reaching under the covers and sliding my hand between his legs. Just as he had indicated, there was a serious boner there. "Wow. What on earth is going on, Alan?" "I was sitting downstairs reading before I came up to bed, and I got the greatest idea." "Well, any idea that gives you such a big hard-on is one I want to hear about." "O.K. I was thinking about the other night...when we...you know..." "Yes," I replied. "When you fucked my brains out for the first time in five years." "Oh, it has not been five years!" he protested. "You're right. It seems more like dog years. That would make it thirty five years since you gave it to me like that." "Very funny. Anyway, I was thinking about what we were talking about..." "You mean, what YOU were talking about." "Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you know how I got kind of excited about Jason checking you out?" "Yes, Honey. I remember quite well." "Well, here's what I was thinking. What if we teased him a little, just to see what he would do?" "What? What are you talking about, Alan?" I couldn't believe the little boy twinkle my husband had in his eye. "I was just thinking about how he looks at you...you know, like I told you the other night?" "I remember, Alan." "It occurred to me that if he's constantly ogling you when you're wearing your regular clothes, I don't know what he would do if he saw you in something really sexy." I just sat there for a moment. I had been stroking his cock, but I let it go. I was trying to collect my thoughts. "You can't be serious," I finally said. "Absolutely!" he exclaimed. "It would be so much fun." "Alan, he's our son. First of all, why would I be that mean to him? And more importantly, why the hell would I show myself off in front of him?" Something in my eyes must have told Alan that, while I was voicing very legitimate and logical objections to his insane idea, I was at least a little interested in in. I knew he had heard what I said. But he responded to what he read in me, not to my words. "What if you went and knocked on his door to ask him something, and you were wearing your super short nightshirt?" "Seriously?" I asked. "I never wear that outside this bedroom. In fact I rarely wear it in here lately." "I know, but you look so damn hot in that thing. It barely covers your ass." It had been way too long since dear Hubby had commented on me looking hot in anything. I couldn't begin to remember the last time he referred to my ass, regardless of how good it looked in my tight jeans! I was more starved for that kind of attention from a man than I realized. Then it was my turn to read Hubby's face. "I certainly would have to wear underwear, Alan." "Oh...yeah," he said as though he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Yeah, of course you would." "It's one thing for me to go to his room with that skimpy thing on, but I'm not about to have my bare ass completely exposed." "No!" he said too emphatically, making it clear that this was exactly what he was hoping I would do. "No, no. With your panties on is fine." I twisted my lips and gave him a look that let him know I was aware of what he had been thinking. But he still knew he had me hooked. "When are you thinking I should do this?" I asked. "I don't know...now?" "Really? Seriously?" "Why wait? I can't tell you how much I'm up for you doing it right now." "No shit," I said as I put my hand back on his erection, which was even more firm than before. No little blue pills would be needed that night. Without further discussion, I got out of bed and walked to my dresser. I pulled the very plain knee-length nightshirt I was wearing over my head. I never wear panties to bed, so I pulled a pair out of a drawer and put them on. I then opened the drawer which contained, underneath everything else in there, my shortest nightshirt. I was quite surprised Hubby even remembered it. I pulled it on and down as far as it would go. It was really a simple nightshirt - kind of a baseball jersey thing. But it was cut low on the shoulders and in front. It was somewhat snug on top and indeed very short. When I had it in place I did a quick twirl in front of the mirror. It was one of those rare times I wished I had some natural cleavage, which I don't. But anyone seeing me wouldn't likely miss that my nipples were hard, nor would there be any problem describing the panties I had on. "Is this what you had in mind?" I asked. "Oh, fuck yes," he replied as his eyes boggled. "Are you really gonna do it?" "No turning back now," I said, although I thought very much that I should in fact turn back from this crazy plan. "So, you just want me to knock on Jason's door, go in and let him get a look at me?" "Yep. That's all. Let's just see what he does." "Megan is in her room, right?" I asked. "I'm sure. But why? What do you care if she sees you in that?" "I don't, really. On the other hand, I think she would know something was going on if she saw me walking out of Jason's room like this." "She would? Why? She sees you in your bra and panties all the time. We all do. It's not like we're shy. We all walk through the house in our underwear pretty often." "I know, Alan. But don't you think this outfit is a little more 'fetching' than my plain old underwear?" I knew he was right. Our whole family has never been terribly hung-up on hiding our bodies. Of course when Megan reached puberty she was a lot more sensitive about her brother and her father seeing her in anything too revealing. But even so, we never made a big deal out of it. However, she would clearly recognize that this outfit wasn't something I normally ran around in. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Hubby said. "Well, I'm pretty sure she's in bed, anyway." "O.K. Well, here goes," I said without much confidence. I took one more look in the mirror, fluffed up my hair with my fingers and took the plunge. I opened the bedroom door, stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me. The walk to my son's bedroom can't be more than fifteen feet, but it felt like it took forever to get there on that night. I stopped outside and put my ear near the door before knocking, just to make sure I wasn't interrupting anything too embarrassing. Walking in on my son jerking-off wasn't something I was ready to contend with in that moment. After a few seconds I could hear that Jason was on the phone. I almost turned away and chickened out, but then I thought it might actually be easier if I weren't the total focus of the interaction. I took a deep breath and knocked. He didn't respond, so I knocked again. Pay dirt. "Yeah?" Jason said to the inside of his door. "Honey? It's me." "Yeah? What's up?" "Can I come in for a second?" "Sure." I opened the door feeling as anxious as I ever had in my life. Jason was laying on his bed and talking on his cell phone. For a few brief moments he just kept talking. Then he glanced up at me quite matter-of-factly. I was just Mom. Then his glance turned into a double-take. This wasn't the Mom he was expecting. He stopped his conversation abruptly, moved his phone away from his ear and just stared. He then took what seemed to be an involuntary scan of me from head to toe, ending with his eyes leveled on my nipples, which made very clear impressions in the fabric of my nightshirt. I spoke and broke his concentration on my boobs. "Sorry to interrupt, Honey," I said. "I just wanted to ask you something." He was now staring into my eyes trying to grasp what could have made me come into his room wearing what I had on. Finally he spoke. "What...um, what did you want to ask, Mom?" Suddenly I was stunned. I was thinking so much about what I was doing and how Jason might react that I completely forgot to have a question ready to explain why I was coming to his room. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Right. Um...I was just wondering if...you could make sure to get the garbage out on time in the morning. Tomorrow's trash day, you know." "Uh, yeah Mom," he replied in puzzlement. "I take it out every week and I think it's always on time for pick-up." He took another quick once-over of his wacky mommy. "Of course, you do. And I appreciate it, Sweetie. O.K., that's all I wanted. Goodnight." "Uh...O.K.," he said. "Yeah, um...goodnight, Mom." When I turned to go I remembered how short my nightshirt was and that my pantie-clad ass would be completely on display. I also realized in that moment that I really, really wanted him to see it. I asked myself where that thought came from as I lingered for a few seconds with my hand on the doorknob. I opened the door and as I stepped toward the hall I took a fast glance backward, long enough to confirm that Jason's eyes were definitely on my behind. Then I was back in the hall with the door closed behind me. All I needed was to get back to my bedroom without Megan coming out of her room. As I went by her door I listened and heard nothing, which pretty much meant she was asleep. I re-entered our bedroom and closed the door behind me. I stood with my back against it for a minute while my pounding heart settled down. Hubby's eyes were glistening with anticipation. "Well?" he said expectantly. "Well," I said as I moved toward the bed, "he noticed." "Really? What did he do?" "Pretty much what I expected. I definitely got his attention." "Like how?" Hubby asked. "Like, he stared at me with his mouth almost hanging open. Like, he gave me the once-over several times and stared at my nipples for a while. And like, when I left he took a nice, look at my ass as I exited the room." "Damn!" "It was pretty wild. You were right, Alan. Our son definitely knows his mother is a woman." "This is so fucking hot," he said. "Um...are you O.K.? I mean, do you feel weird or anything?" "I certainly thought I would, but I don't. That should probably concern me a whole lot more than it does. Thanks for asking, though." "No problem. So, how DO you feel?" "Let me see how you feel first," I said as I once again reached for his dick. It was harder than ever. "Alan, I'm as wet as you are hard and my nipples are totally erect as you can see." I glanced down at the front of my nightshirt to confirm my statement. "Really?" "Really. I can't believe you got me into this, you pervert. But, 'Mommy' wants to get fucked real bad right now. And you're gonna give 'Mommy' what she wants, aren't you?" "Yes, Mommy," he replied. "Gladly." "Good. Because 'Mommy' wants to suck her little boy's cock, she wants him to eat her pussy and to fuck it really hard. Do you think 'Mommy's' good boy can do that?" "Oh, absolutely, Mommy. Your little boy can do all that and more." From the moment I realized Jason would be looking at my ass sticking out of the bottom of my nightshirt, I was a goner. For the next two hours "Mommy" was begging "her son" to fuck her and fuck her hard. And Hubby was one horny "momma's boy" that night. He gave "Mommy" just what she wanted. I should have stopped it when I had the chance. End of Pt 2 feedback to: laurenmom@caress.com