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(F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st, rom) *** Lynne is typical housewife and mother, married to Colin for sixteen years in May and one son James who has just turned fifteen. This is her story, weather it is fantasy or fact you will have to decide. Colin is a good provider, very steady character, kind, gentle and considerate. Colin has worked for the same company since leaving school; he started as an apprentice mechanic at a small farm machinery repairer, that was in 1982, twenty years ago. Colin was a good organiser and quickly gained promotion to foreman and then assistant manager. Unfortunately with promotion came responsibilities, Colin was always being called in at the weekend to sort some problem or other, often getting his holidays cut short and having family treats interrupted. Colin had been a fit, football-playing nineteen-year-old when he and Lynne first met, and they were married within the year. James came along the following year and Colin was over the moon to have a son so soon after marrying Lynne. Unfortunately everything in Colin's life wasn't as rosy as his marriage, during a particularly hard football match Colin was on the receiving end of a nasty tackle. There were fears that he had broken his leg and he had to spend most of the evening in the local hospitals accident and emergency unit. There were X-rays and blood tests and then more tests, Colin hadn't broken his leg but the X-ray had shown up something that worried the doctor, Colin was diagnosed as having cancer of the lymph glands. Colin was lucky that the investigation of his football injury had shown the cancer early enough to be treated, where he was unlucky was that the treatment could render Colin sterile. Colin didn't want the treatment but Lynne talked him around, better to have a long life than only eighteen months to two years, they had James, they didn't need other children. Lynne had little ambition while at school; she hardly ever applied herself and always came in the last five students in her year. After school she fell into a job at the local Tesco supermarket, which is where she was working when Colin ran up to her one day, desperate to find a nice box of chocolates for his mother's birthday. Lynne liked what she saw in Colin and led him away from the confectionery section and into the perfume isle. She sprayed a little Lou-lou by Givanchae on to her neck and asked Colin what he thought. Colin moved in close and savoured the aroma. Colin's mother got perfume for her birthday and Lynne got Colin. Lynne had little success with boys up to that point, she wasn't the best-endowed woman in the store, she never went above a 34'B' even when she was pregnant and after when she was breast-feeding. The years have not been kind to Colin, the injury and cancer had stopped him taking part in the sport he loved but didn't stop his after match drinking sessions. He developed the ubiquitous beer belly and then nature threw in her two pennyworth by granting him early male pattern baldness. He wasn't the man Lynne had married but for all of that she still loved him, in her own way. After his treatment for cancer had been declared a complete success Colin took a test to see how badly his fertility had been affected by the radiotherapy. Colin could gain and maintain an erection, he could still climax and ejaculate but his semen was without any viable sperm, Colin would never father another child. And then there was James, at fourteen, the image of his father when he was twenty. James was five foot nine inches tall, although he weighed 158lbs, there was not a single ounce of fat on him, his upper torso was well defined and muscular and his stomach was a perfect 'six-pack'. This was the result of playing sport, James didn't mind what sport he played, he was captain of the school under 15's football, batted third in the school cricket team, ran 440mtrs as well as cross-country and in the little spare time he had left he was a keen oarsmen. James, unlike his mother, was academically gifted, and regularly came in the top five in his year. Lynne's story really begins here, it was two weeks to Jason's fifteenth birthday, he had just won an education authority prize in chemistry and broken the county record at the under fifteens cross-country race. Lynne wanted to do something really special to celebrate the three events but she wasn't sure exactly what would be special enough for James. All the things that Lynne had come up with had seemed too babyish or juvenile for her young man, and that's just what James was, no longer the child he was at fourteen, in just twelve short months he seemed to have grown three or four years. Lynne just came right out and asked James what he wanted to do to celebrate his quite significant achievements as well as his fifteenth birthday. James took three days to decide exactly what he wanted, he waited for his father to arrive home from work and told them that he would like a trip to London. An afternoon shopping in Oxford Street for something nice, visit an off Leicester Square play and a meal in a little Italian restaurant after. They lived in a small village, south of Northampton and so London was less than an hour's drive away. Part of the special nature of the treat was having two days off of school as well, the play was on Thursday evening and as they would not be returning home until after midnight he would have to have the Friday off school as well. All went well until Colin found late on the Tuesday afternoon before James's treat that he had to visit the head office of the main parts supplier for his company, he would be in America for a week starting on Thursday. Colin was upset because he had let James down on several important occasions in the past year, he even missed the record breaking cross-country race because of a surprise audit at work. Lynne and Colin talked it through and they decided that Lynne would have to take James to London on her own, this wasn't a problem for Lynne as it would give her an opportunity to spoil James on her own. Thursday morning arrived, Lynne cooked a special breakfast for James and Colin, Colin gulped it down and rushed out of the house without even a kiss for Lynne or congratulations for James on reaching fifteen. Lynne dressed in her best clothes, she had washed and waxed her old Vauxhall Astra car the day before and now they were off, heading for the bright lights of London. Parking anywhere near to Oxford Street was impossible but as Lynne was looking for a car park she spotted a small space in a muse that had no parking restrictions. The place was doubly fortuitous as it was very close to the restaurant that James had chosen for his after theatre meal. The took the underground to Oxford Street and Lynne guided James from one shop to the next, he couldn't make up his mind what he wanted, as they passed an upmarket dress shop James pulled his mother inside. James made four selections from the long rails of dresses, Lynne thought that he had chosen the clothes that girls of his age would have been wearing to a disco rather than a thirty something mother but she tried the clothes on and modelled them for him. The shop assistant thought that James and Lynne were husband and wife rather than mother and son and this seemed to make James grow an extra inch taller and his smile was the widest Lynne had ever seen. Finding nothing that Lynne liked in that shop as they left James asked for one extra treat, could his mother not mention to anyone for the rest of the day that he was her son or that he was only fifteen. Jason wanted this day to be the most special birthday of all. Jason spotted a small beauty parlour down a side road, just a few yards from Oxford Street; he asked if Lynne thought he should have his hair styled, as Lynne had been trying for months to get him to have his hair cut for she was eager to agree. The beauty parlour was unisex and very quiet for mid morning on a busy Thursday, Jason took a seat in the stylists' chair and as he looked through a book of the latest styles, the stylist asked him if he was famous. James resisted the temptation to say only in Northamptonshire and instead told the woman that she may have seen him on the sports page the week before because he broke a cross-country record. The stylist offered to do James's hair for free if he would have his photograph taken after with all the stylists as an advertising thing. James was a very fast thinker and said he would agree if they gave his friend, Lynne, a complete makeover as well. The stylist spoke to the other assistants and they agreed, while the men's stylist looked after James the other assistants took Lynne by the hand into another part of the shop. They handed her a dressing gown and directed her to a shower cubicle, telling her to have a quick all over shower and come out in the dressing gown. Lynne thought it was a little strange that she had to have a shower for James t have his hair styled but she did as she was asked. When she returned to the room dripping wet and dressed only in a towelling she was asked to sit on a leather covered table where she was given a total body massage, this was followed by a facial, manicure, pedicure and leg wax. Lynne had never been this pampered in her life before, she knew it was going to cost a fortune but she didn't care, she was floating on cloud nine. As her face pack was being removed and the leg, and arm wax were finishing the assistant doing the waxing asked if she preferred the bikini, the Brazilian or the total treatment, Lynne didn't have a clue what she was going on about but in her half dreamy state asked for the total treatment. An exfoliate wash was being applied to her face as she received a painful shock in the region of her sex. The wax strip, gently applied to her pubic mound had just been ripped off taking a strip of hair from her navel to the start of her vaginal slit, she shot up into a sitting position and looked down to see the reverse of a Mohegan hairstyle. "What the hell?" The assistant looked as shocked as Lynne did, "You asked for the total treatment!" She said in her defence, Lynne explained that she didn't understand what she was being asked, the assistant just shrugged her shoulders and said, "well it's too late now, I might as well carry on." And with that Lynne settled back to the continuation of her facial treatment as stranger's fingers worked in very intimate contact with her vagina, it was both painful and embarrassing to have another woman that intimate with her. James had his hair styled, preened, poked and prodded for over an hour, then when the stylist was happy she gathered most of the staff around James and they had twelve photographs taken, one of the girls was dispatched to a one hour photo developing and printing shop to have the film turned into twelve ten by eight photographs. James was told that Lynne would be in the shop for another three hours at least and with that he decided to revisit the dress shop; he had seen something that he had liked even though his mother had passed it by without a second glance. In the dress shop James found the clothes that his mother had tried on earlier were still on the rail outside the fitting room where she had left them. He selected the dress that he had liked from earlier, it was a simple black sheath dress in Lycra, it was only ten inches in diameter and twenty inches long, James took it to a sales assistant with one of the dresses his mother had tried on earlier, the assistant checked his choice and told him that it would be a little tight but perfect for his wife. James told the assistant that he hoped it would be, as he wanted her to wear the dress to the theatre tonight and didn't want to have to make the long drive home for her to find something suitable. The assistant pointed to the lingerie section, she told Jason that the underwear his wife had on in the fitting room earlier would be totally unsuitable under a Lycra sheath, James looked suitably confused and the assistant picked out a black silk thong, she told James that the thong was a must under his chosen dress and the black silk would make his wife feel totally sexy and desirable. James used all of his birthday money to pay for the dress and thong and left the shop. James returned to the beauticians and handed one of the assistants the new clothes and asked her if she could swap them for her old clothes. He bagged Lynne's old clothes and popped across the road into the underground station and found one of the left luggage lockers and locked the old clothes away. Lynne had finally got over the shock of the intrusion around her most private parts and had settled back into total pamper mode, her body was now totally hairless, they had even waxed her upper lip. She had her whole body covered in lightly scented oil, which was lightly massaged into every crack and crevice of her body and she was now wrapped tightly in towelling from her neck to the tip of her toes. James and the head stylist were looking through the twelve photographs and both agreed on the same photograph as the perfect one to be put in pride of place in the shop, James signed the corner of the photograph with a black marker pen with the inscription "The best style from the best stylists in London, James XX." The staff were over the moon and the picture made James look like a film star, all that was needed now was to find the perfect frame to go with the perfect picture and the beauticians would have their perfect advert. Lynne was shocked to find her clothes had been replaced while she was undergoing her beauty treatment, she held up the silk thong and thought how ridiculous it looked but she changed her mind as the sheer material brushed over her hairless mound and the thin gusset pulled her labia apart and nestled inside her vagina, she took a few paces and instantly realised why the young girls were so keen on the thong. Lynne had difficulty fitting into the sheath, it was very tight and incredibly short, it was a good thing the material didn't have to stretch over a large bust line or there would have been nothing left to hide her new silk panties. She managed the balancing act eventually, just covering her panties while still covering most of her breasts, even then if she looked down she could see the beginnings of her areola. As she left the rear section of the shop she reached into her purse expecting to hand over around one hundred to one hundred and fifty pounds for all the treatment that she and James had received, then she got her first look at James, his hairstyle and manicure made him look twenty-five rather than fifteen and then she caught her reflection in the mirror for the first time and she thought that she looked twenty-five rather than over thirty. James stood by her side and linked his arm in hers and they just stood for a few moments looking at the reflection of the perfect couple looking back approvingly at them. Lynne was amazed that James had taken care of the bill in the beauticians she knew that he had taken all of his birthday money with him but even that would barely pay for the clothes he had brought her then James explained that he had cut a deal with the shop manager to use his picture as advertising for the full treatment on both of them. They left the beauticians with just enough time to get a taxi to the theatre and a coffee in the bar before the play started, Lynne didn't know the theatre or the name of the play as she had given James her credit card and let him make the arrangements over the telephone. Lynne revelled in all the appreciative glances she was getting from the theatre goers as they filed through the theatre bar but she revelled more in the fact that James hadn't taken his eyes from her since she walked into the front of the beauticians with her new look. They picked up the tickets at the box office and Lynne picked up a program to read about the play. The first words that hit her were "This play is unsuitable for persons under the age of 18", she looked at James and he just said they were being over cautious, they had discussed the play at school in humanities and had even seen video clips from the play. Lynne started to ask why humanities and not drama or English but she stopped asking when she saw that the play was a commentary on underage relationships and teenage maternity in the late twentieth century. The play was well written and beautifully portrayed by the actors but by the interval Lynne knew why she didn't visit the theatre more often, she was dying to turn over and see what was on the other side, she had to agree that the over eighteen label was completely undeserved as the play was very innocuous apart from a little 'modern' language there was nothing that she would have objected to James seeing a few years before. The second act was as different from the first as chalk was from cheese, the actress portraying a fourteen year old girl stripped totally on stage and was closely followed by the actor portraying her eighteen year old boyfriend, they remained nude for most of the second act simulating intercourse several times before the final curtain fell. Lynne looked at James's lap several times during the more explicit parts of the play and smiled at the considerable tent she saw in his lap. After the play the walked arm in arm to the restaurant that James had picked out for their after show dinner. A discrete family run Italian restaurant was how the advert on the internet had described the Taste of Palermo Restaurant in a small muse off the road that the theatre stood on, they sauntered past Lynne's gleaming but old Vauxhall Astra, Lynne patted the car as they passed it thinking to herself "Hi girl, we both had a total wax job this week." They were welcomed at the door to the restaurant and directed to a small booth that was lit only by a candle, Lynne thought that this would be a perfect place for lovers to eat, wasted on a mother and her son even if it was his special day and as it was turning out it was her special day too. Lynne ordered Spaghetti Carbinara and James a margarita pizza then Lynne asked for a carafe of house red which arrived well before the food. Lynne poured two glasses of wine and told James to be careful and drink his slowly. Lynne knew that she could only drink one glass and that would leave two or three glasses for James if he wanted them so she wanted him to pace himself. They both decided to skip sweet and at eleven thirty were leaving the restaurant both were very merry, Lynne from the fact that the day had been a total success and James from the three glasses of red wine. Something is wrong, that message went through Lynne's mind over and over again as they left the restaurant, then she realised what it was, the large, Vauxhall Astra shaped space at the end of the muse. Her car had gone, she returned to the restaurant and asked if she could phone the police from there, the waiter pointed out directions to the police station which was only a short walk away and would save her time on the phone now and then having to go in person later to the station. The desk officer looked younger than James, he took all the details of the car and noted them in the stolen car register, he looked up when she told him the age of the car and explained that they would probably find the car abandoned on one of the large estates, usually older cars are stolen after the last bus or underground had left as simple transport home. He offered Lynne the use of his telephone to ring someone up to collect her and James. There was no one that Lynne could ring except her father but he like Lynne could sleep through anything, even an earthquake wouldn't waken a member of Lynne's family once they were asleep. Lynne phoned her father's number, she let it ring for more than five minutes then she explained that there was no way to wake him up once he was sleeping, on a weekend visit with his mother to his grandfather's house Jason had even put his CD player on full blast at midnight once just to test the theory and neither of them had woken up. The young officer told her that it was probably for the best that they stop in London as the car was likely to be found at first light and then someone would have to come back to London to pick it up. He also told her that there was a reasonably priced bed and breakfast establishment right across the road from the station, he looked at the time and said it may be too late to get in at this time of night then he got a gleam in his eye and picked up the telephone, as he dialled a number he suggested that Lynne and James went across the road quickly and see if the manager was still awake. As they left the station she heard the officer apologising to the person on the other end of the line for waking him but he was trying to get in contact with one of his guests, as there was a family emergency. Lynne knocked on the door of the B&B and it was opened by a grubby old man in a grubby old vest wrapped loosely in a grubby old dressing gown, Lynne caught the end of the conversation, "Look here I have never had a Mr. Gravely stopping here his family must have made a mistake, and this isn't the first time you guys have woken me in the middle of the night on a fools errand." He slammed the phone down and muttered something about the bloody police, then he asked what he could do for her, Lynne asked for two single rooms for the night if it was possible, "No!" a simple answer, there was only one single room left vacant but they could share for just five pounds more than the single room price, Lynne wasn't sure but James pointed out that it was past midnight and that they needed someplace to stay so Lynne took the room, it only cost thirty pounds altogether so the price was very reasonable. Lynne reasoned that one of them would be able to sleep in the chair or something but she was wrong. The room was very small; there was a three quarter sized bed, which means that it was half way between the size of a single bed and a double bed. There was only a dressing table with dingy mirror on top and that was all there was space for in the room. Lynne just shrugged her shoulders and told James that they would have to share the same bed, that they would keep their underwear on and sleep back to back, she told herself that everything would be ok. It took only one motion for Lynne to be standing in her tiny thong, she bent forward and grasped the hem of the dress and pulled it in one movement over her head but James was standing in his boxers before she was standing in her panties. Lynne hadn't seen the boxer shorts before and asked James where he got them from, he explained that they were a present from his aunty Lisa, they were very expensive silk with red hearts and imitation lipstick in the shape of a mouth all over them. Lynne thought that she should have words with Lisa next time she saw her. Lynne lay on the very edge of the bed facing away from James and he did the same. Lynne would usually have fallen instantly into a deep and uninsurable sleep but due to the circumstances she found sleep difficult to come by, she looked at the clock on the dressing table and it was 00:30, she fell asleep and then opened her eyes to see 00:40, then 00:50, then she was awake, the clock said it was 01:25, the light was on and James was whispering in her ear, he was asking if she was awake, she so wanted to be asleep that she pretended that she was. Jason got out of the bed and Lynne watched his reflection in the mirror on the dressing table as he stripped off his boxers, when he straightened up again she saw a very respectable erection protruding from his groin. James gently pulled down the bedclothes exposing his mother's breasts, he asked again if she was awake and again she ignored him. He reached over her and pulled at her shoulder making her roll on to her back, again he asked if she was awake and again she ignored him. James gently cupped his mother's breast with one hand and pulled the bedclothes further down with the other hand. He stripped the bedding completely from the bed and rubbed his hands all over Lynne's body. He was so gentle and she felt his hand tremble as they touched the waste band of the thong, he slipped his fingers inside the thong and what he felt made him pull the thong open and stare in total disbelief at her nude pussy mound. He was begging his mother to wake up as his fingers searched her inner moistness, he had opened her legs and pulled the skimpy gusset of the thong to one side, Lynne was on the edge of a climax when James suddenly felt guilty. He recovered his mother, lay beside her and turned the light out; Lynne could feel the bed move gently as her son was masturbating himself. Then she did something she didn't believe she was capable of and she reached down and pulled her panties off, James froze the instant his mother moved, he didn't even remove his hand from his cock he just froze. Lynne wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, she knew that James needed her she also knew that it was wrong but she went ahead anyway. She turned to face her son, lifted her leg that was closest to James and slipped it in between his slightly open thighs. She pressed her bald pussy mound against the rough hairs on James's upper thigh and she whispered that it was ok for him to carry on. James started to move his hand once more, he was using long rapid strokes up and down his cock shaft, Lynne whispered to him to slow down a little and than she started press down on his thigh and release the pressure again. Lynne was using James's upper thigh to apply pressure to her labia and indirectly on to her clitoris, James matched his mothers pace and his frenetic cock stroking became more relaxed. As Lynne started to climb toward her climax her clitoris began growing like a mini cock, eventually coming into contact with the course hair on James's thigh. Lynne had to catch her breath as the first wave of her climax washed over her, she was making little moaning noises into James's ear and as she reached the zenith of her climax James followed suit, aiming the eye of his cock on to his mother's thigh. Lynne thought that would be enough for her son to make the end of his special birthday treat really special, she rolled on to her back and was about to turn to face away from James when he stopped her. He reached between her thighs, bringing a finger expertly into contact with her clitoris while his palm massaged her hairless mound. Lynne was instantly aroused again, it felt that she had been on a sexual roller coaster ever since she was pampered in the beauty parlour and the way all the men she passed were staring at her all night. James told his mother that he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that she felt absolutely wonderful all soft and hairless, James was pressing his flaccid cock against his mothers thigh and as his fingers worked their magic inside his mothers vagina she felt his manhood begin to grow. Colin was the only man that Lynne had known, sexually, in her life, he was unadventurous in the extreme, and ever since their first sexual encounter the pattern had been the same, Colin would touch Lynne between her legs, just run his fingers through her pubic hair, if Lynne was in the mood for sex she would open her thighs slightly, this was Colin's queue that it was ok for him to carry on. Colin would climb on top, never the other way around, he would introduce his penis to her vagina, almost as clinically as that, and he would push until he was all the way inside. He never did anything to help Lynne's natural lubrication to flow, eventually he would force his cock through the dry folds of her pussy and then when his cock was all the way home he would fuck her. Colin would kiss Lynne's neck and breasts as he fucked her but he never spoke or tried to alter the position or anything. Lynne was at least grateful that Colin waited until she had climaxed before he allowed himself to finish and he always followed her by just a few seconds, a fact that Lynne often used if she wasn't really in the mood for sex, a fake orgasm and a few second later it would all be over. But what now, she was in bed with James, not only a different lover but her son to add to her confusion, and now James was declaring his intention to go all the way with her, as soon as his cock reached full erection James had started to slide over his mothers body, bringing his cock ever closer to her soaking love tunnel. Lynne had been happy with the thought that she would let James masturbate while she cuddled him and even kissed him, she had gone further than she intended when she used his thigh to masturbate herself but now this was quite different, James had now removed his fingers from her pussy and the head of his cock was pressing against her labia. Lynne was about to push James away when his mouth found hers, his tongue snaked out of his mouth finding her lips slightly parted and he struck his tongue deep into her mouth. The suddenness of his tongue had taken her mind off of what was happening below and before she could react she could feel James's cock deep inside of her body. It wasn't at all like it was with Colin, it would have taken Colin a long time to be as deep inside of her vagina as James was with one thrust, the difference was that she was totally aroused, she realised that she wanted this to happen more than her guilt wanted her to stop. James was using long slow thrusts, bringing his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in to his mothers body, there was no urgency, James was fucking her as if he had all the time in the world. James started to pay attention to his mother's breasts, finding her engorged nipples and sucking one deep into his mouth, he was sucking hard and then releasing the pressure, and as he released the pressure he would nip down hard onto the rock hard nipple with his teeth covered by his lips to protect the delicate nipple. Lynne could only stand the intense sensation for a few minutes before she was driven over the edge into her third orgasm of the evening so far, she expected to feel James speed up and find his own orgasm as she had finished her own orgasm but that was Colin not James, he was still fucking in and out of her body at the same long slow pace. James then lifted himself up onto his arms, looking down the tunnel created by their two bodies, he could see his cock gleaming with his mother lubricating juice in the reflected streetlights, he told his mother that he was looking at the most wonderful thing he had seen in all of his life. Then supporting his upper body on one arm he slipped the other between them and started to massage her clitoris while still keeping up the slow deep fucking motion. Lynne reached her fourth orgasm in record time, she expected James to stop his massaging her clitoris when she had reached her orgasmic plateau but he didn't, instead he increased the speed and pressure of the clitoral massage as well as forcing his cock into her body harder, the duel action fired her fifth orgasm off before the fourth had finished rolling through her body. Lynne could no longer control her breathing and had a momentary 'grey out' when she returned to her senses she was still panting rapidly but James was lying still, he was on top of her with his cock still engaged inside her love tunnel and his chest pressing into her breasts. James was telling his mother that she was the best woman he had ever been with, she still couldn't bring herself to talk during the throws of sexual orgasm but her mind was racing away, just how many women had James had sex with? James gave his mother a little time to come back down to earth and then he reached back and lifted each of Lynne's legs with his arms, linking his elbows behind her knees and drawing her knees up onto her chest, then he started to fuck her vigorously, he wasn't using the long deep thrusting motion he was just moving his cock in and out about an inch but he was going like a racing engine, twelve thousand thrusts per minute, Lynne was racing to the deepest and most violent orgasm of her entire life, that was her sixth orgasm in less than an hour, as she started to convulse with the force of her orgasm James asked if she liked him fucking her like that and even though Lynne didn't want to have to speak she panted out a long low "Yesssssssss!" Lynne looked up into James's eyes and she could see that he was the happiest she had ever seen him in his fifteen years, there was sweat falling from James's face onto her breasts and she really thought that he would surly climax now and let them both get some sleep at least. James asked his mother if she was tired and she nodded up at him, then James said, "Just a few more minutes and we can sleep." James slid his cock out of his mothers vaginal sheath and sat back on to the foot of the bed, he pulled at his mothers limp arms and drew her up to meet him, then he sat her on his lap, lining her pussy directly over his still ram-rod hard cock. Lynne settled down on his shaft, her own body weight forcing James deeper into her body that anyone had ever been before, she crossed her feet behind his back and James just started to rock gently back and forth. His cock was so deep inside Lynne's body that she could actually feel the head of his cock brushing past her cervix as he rocked them both, her clitoris was forced between her own pelvic bone and his, the rocking motion causing pressure in her clitoris to build and then release, James was holding his mother against his chest with his left arm behind her back and he brought his right hand to his mouth, he put a little spit on his middle finger and reached around his mothers back. His finger quickly found her tight anal muscle and as he continued to rock her he started to massage her anus, he returned his finger to his mouth for fresh supplies of spit several times then just as Lynne started the climb to her seventh orgasm James told her to relax completely and he pressed his finger into her anus. James increased the speed of his rocking and he was actually masturbating his mother's anus as she reached her full orgasm, she could feel the muscle in her backside contracting and relaxing in time with her orgasm, as the muscle relaxed James pushed his finger in a little deeper and as the muscle contracted again he pulled his finger back out. Lynne was counting her climaxes in her head; in this new position James drove her to her seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth climaxes, they were chained together and Lynne was almost out of her mind with the pleasure and ecstasy of it. She was only vaguely aware that James was talking to her all the way through her orgasms, telling her how wonderful it felt buried inside her body like this, telling her how beautiful she was, how special she was. James's breathing began to increase, he was thrusting harder now, Lynne recognised the signs that James was about to climax and Lynne was looking forward to feeling his hot seed flooding into her. Lynne's mind was in a whirl, she had never had sex like this before and she wanted to feel its completion, to feel hot semen washing over her cervix and into her womb. She could feel his cock pressing tight up against her cervix already, and she could also feel her cervix pulsing, matching her heartbeat as she was climaxing once again. James was making little grunting noised as his seed was beginning its journey along the connecting tubes joining James's testicles with her fallopian tubes. It had been many years since Lynne had thought about reproduction and pregnancy, ever since Colin had radiotherapy for his lymphoma and became sterile, Lynne hadn't even thought about the possibility of protection during sex. There was a loud klaxon sounding in her head now, this man, buried deep inside her body, may look exactly like Colin did at twenty, but he was also as fertile as Colin was at twenty too. Lynne flew into a blind panic, she released her legs from around her son's back and pushed down on the bed hard, she disengaged from James's lap before he could stop her, he did try to catch her and pull her back down onto his cock but failed. Lynne moved back and inspected her sons cock head in the orange glow of the streetlights, he had grasped his cock with the hand that had been massaging Lynne's anus and he was masturbating himself. After just three short pumps Lynne saw his semen fly out, because she was bent forward looking closely his cum hit her square in the face. Then the second flew out and covered her breasts and the third hit her lap. Lynne was sure that James had not produced any sperm actually inside of her but she couldn't take any chances, she found a white towel, it looked very dingy in the orange glow of the streetlights. She didn't want to put the light on and look at the towel, as she was sure that in white light it would look even dingier. Lynne, wrapped up in the almost whit towel, dashed across the passageway separating her room from the communal bathroom, there was a toilet, washbasin and bath with mixer shower over. Lynne stood in the bath, not bothering to close the curtain around the bath; she switched on the shower and set the temperature so that it was just a little cooler than she would have had for a shower. She washed off her face, breasts and lower abdomen and then unscrewed the showerhead from the feeder hose. She places one foot on the side of the bath and played the gentle stream of warm water all over her vagina. Then she took a deep breath and inserted the hose deep inside of her vaginal cavity. She let the water wash through her for several minutes and when she was sure that there was no possibility of a deposit remaining inside she turned the water off and replaced the showerhead. James was waiting for his mother, as she returned he was pulling the bedding back into place but he was still naked. Lynne pulled her thong back on and kissed James before returning to her previous position on the bed, her back towards James and perched on the edge of the bed. James didn't put his silk boxers on though and he lay on his back listening to his mothers breathing in the half-light that filled the room. It took only five minutes for Lynne's breathing to fall into the pattern that James recognised as his mother in a deep sleep. He waited, he was very tired but he waited until he was sure his mother was fully asleep, he wanted to make his move after fifteen minutes but then he remembered that his mother had surprised him earlier in the evening when he was sure she was asleep. After thirty minutes he was sure that she was fully asleep, the sleep that would take WWIII breaking out to even put a dent in it, James pulled his mother onto her back, then pulled the covers on to the floor again. He moved to the foot of the bed and sat looking at his mother, he gently but firmly moved first one leg then the other, he positioned her legs so that they were bent at ninety degrees with her knees wide apart and her feet flat on the bed. Then he thought about how he was going to fulfill the next part of his plan, he didn't want to risk lying on top of his mother in case his weight or movement woke her. He decided to lie on his side, facing her and he slid down so that his lower leg slid under both of her knees. His top leg he threaded under his mother's closest leg and then up and over her abdomen, he was able to simply slip the thin string like gusset of her thong to one side and his now steel hard cock was pressing against his mother's vaginal entrance once more. As James penetrated his mother no part of his body touched her except for his cock, it was two thirty in the morning as James slipped his rod into his mothers sleeping tunnel, by necessity he was being careful, trying not to disturb not one hair on his mothers head that he didn't need to. He fucked into her very slowly with gentle long full strokes, it was taking him longer than he anticipated because he was trying to minimise the friction that he needed to climax. James closed his eyes and used his mind's eye to recount his earlier sexual conquest of his mother and he felt his balls start to fill. He fired off a torrent of cum into his mother's pussy, it had taken him thirty minutes to do it but he was pleased that he hadn't woken her up. He left his cock buried inside his mother to prevent leakage as much as possible; he simply put his free arm over her waste and settled down into her rhythmic breathing pattern. As soon as he had matched her breathing pattern he was asleep. It seemed like only five minutes later there was a banging on the bedroom door, "There's a telephone call for you", James caught the sounds but couldn't find the words in his mind, he could have been dreaming then BANG! "Telephone, they say it's urgent." James was still in the same position he was in the night when he filled his mother with his young seed, he slipped out from his compromising position then shook his mother, called her name, shook her again, it was no good she was in a deep sleep. James pulled his trousers on without his boxers, and ran down the stairs buttoning his shirt. It was the police, they had found his mother's car, it had been abandoned on Streatham High Road, it was seven o'clock now and the car must be moved by seven-thirty when the traffic would become grid locked by it. James told the voice on the telephone that he wasn't from London and had no idea how to get there in time, the police officer told him that there would be a car at the B&B in five minutes to take him to the car. James rushed up to the bedroom and tried once more to wake his mother, he quickly gave up and took his mothers purse and car keys from her handbag, he pulled his coat on and rushed down to the road. As his foot touched the pavement a police car screeched to a halt by his side. The police driver raced through the near deserted city streets James was deciding what he should do for the best, he decided that he would come clean ad tell the officer that he was only fifteen, and ask him to drive his mothers car into a side road until she could return with him to fetch it. As they raced along James noticed that the once deserted roads were starting to gather traffic, with almost each passing minute there were more and more cars, he could see why in just a few minutes a car parked in the wrong place could cause havoc. There was a sudden sound like rushing wind, then a radio call- sign, the driver reached up to his lapel, pressed a button on a microphone held by his epaulets, he repeated the same call-sign with an additional "receiving over!" James didn't make out all of what was said but the just of it was that the officer was required back in his own area for an emergency; the driver reached forward and the air was suddenly tipped apart with the sound of the two-tone horns on the car. The car leaped to eighty miles an hour, hardly slowing to pass through red traffic lights, James was told to be ready to jump out when the car stopped and that his car would be two hundred yards further up the road. Bang went James's plan to get the police to move his mothers car, James wasn't bothered about driving the car, he had driven his grandfathers land-rover on his farm on many occasions, the last holiday he spent there he had been allowed to drive the tractor, even allowed to plough a field. It wasn't the driving that bothered him but being caught doing it by the police. As he walked to the car he convinced himself to just drive it as far as the first safe parking space, unfortunately that plan was also scotched as the damage to the cars door lock and steering lock meant that anyone passing could steel the car again. James girded up his loins and started the car's engine. At school, just after the new term had started James had overheard some of the boys from the rougher side of town, talking about how they always got away with joy- riding, there were a set of simple rules to follow. James was sitting with the engine running trying to remember what they were; it came back to him in little snippets of memory. Don't steel a car that will stand out, the police will stop any Subaru Impretsa driven by a young man. Don't wear a baseball cap or drive with your hood up. Always drive at the same speed as everyone else. Don't panic, if you stall and a pratt is tooting you, just wave courteously back at them and take your time restarting the car and take a deep breath before pulling off again. All of this advice was running through James's head as he drove to the next junction and turned right into a side road, his instinct was to turn left, the easier manoeuvre but that would mean turning right on to the now very busy main road. He joined the flow of traffic back into London and remembered to just keep a little distance between himself and the car in front; as other cars forced their way in between he just dropped back a little more. He hadn't planned on driving back to the B&B and so he hadn't taken much notice of the directions taken on the outward journey. He got lost a few times but by nine thirty he was driving past the police station and could see the B&B opposite. As luck would have it a car was just pulling away from the space right outside the door to the B&B, James decided to mount the curb and put the drivers door an inch away from a telephone kiosk to prevent anyone getting past the broken door lock. He then slid across into the passenger's seat and exited the car through that door which he could lock with his mother's keys. The street was a pay and display area and as James only had a few coins in his pocket he dumped them all into the machine and took a ticket for the maximum his money would allow. As James entered the B&B the manager was standing behind the reception counter, he was fully dressed now but still looked very grubby, the manager told James that they had missed breakfast and if they were in the room past midday it would cost them another thirty pounds. James thanked the man and told him they would be out by noon. In James's rush to meet the police earlier he had forgotten to cover his mother but it looked like she hadn't moved a muscle since he put her in that position at two thirty in the morning. James through the covers back over his mother and he pulled her over onto her side calling for her to wake up, as she stopped rolling over she opened her eyes and looked at him, then fall back to sleep. James took thirty minutes to wake his mother, each time she would open her eyes for a little longer than the last until eventually she was wide awake. It was just approaching ten thirty by the time and Lynne threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up shakily she pulled the gusset of her thong back into the centre of her crotch and let it go with a slight thwack. James was quick to move in on his mother as she stood there in only her thong, he put his arms around her and rested his head against her breast. He turned his face towards her and he kissed her breast gently then kissed the tip of her nipple, he said "Mum could we do" but his question was cut short by his mother's fingers pressing against his lips. Lynne said that she thought that what they had done the previous night was very beautiful and special but she felt that it had been a terrible mistake. James pleaded with his mother and he was pressing a healthy erection against her pussy mound, Lynne relented slightly and said that she didn't think it was right for them to do it but that if they were going to ever do it again it would have to be safer than the night before. James would have to wear a condom and to help fend off her guilty feelings he wouldn't be able to call her mum if he wanted to have a special time with her. Lynne thought that insisting on a condom might cause James to be a little upset as it meant that he couldn't have sex right now as he wanted to but as she looked at his face there was a broad smile right across it. James foraged in his wallet and found a Durex Featherlight condom, the packet was very battered but Lynne inspected it and it seemed to be intact. "Where the hell did you get this from?" She asked, James explained that as part of his home economics class all the students had been given one to practice rolling down an imitation penis, James had decided to pop his into his wallet for the future. Lynne rolled off her thong, took up a position on the bed and asked James what position he would like her in, James blushed a little and asked if she could do something for him before he put his condom on. Lynne asked what he had in mind and James was now standing by the bed totally nude and holding his very erect cock in his hand asked if she would give him oral sex. Lynne's turn to blush now, she told James that she had never done anything like that for Colin in all the years that they had been together, James's reply was simple. "I'll bet Colin never give you such great sex as we had last night or ever pushed his finger in your ass!" Lynne burst out laughing, she pulled James on to the bed and apologised in advance for being a novice at this sort of thing. Lynne took James's cock into her mouth but James stopped her, he jumped off the bed and found a little tube of petroleum jelly in his mother's handbag, he returned to the bed but positioned himself in the traditional 69 position, both of them lying on their sides. James pressed his cock to his mother's lips and she opened her mouth for him then as she was sucking him deep into her mouth he lifted her upper leg and pressed his mouth between. His tongue fired out of his mouth and washed deep inside his mother, he could taste his salty stale semen deep inside her folds, then as he worked her with his mouth he pressed a little of the jelly onto his middle finger and reaching around her bottom he started to pay attention to her anus once again. James managed to bring Lynne effortlessly to an orgasm with just his mouth but as his finger slipped into her anus she rocketed to a chain of orgasms one rolling over her before the preceding one had died away. Lynne was instantly in sexual heaven; she was working James's cock like an expert eventually bringing him off in her mouth. As she tasted the first salty beginnings of his climax she pulled his body hard against her face, his cock pressing against the back of her throat. She was gagging slightly and this gagging action caught James's cock head inside her esophagus and for a few seconds there was a milking action on James's cock head. He fired a string of cum directly into her throat, injecting his seed at high speed into her stomach, Lynne felt the red hot sperm in her throat, she loved the feeling but had to push his cock from her mouth as she fought for her breath. As his rod slipped from between her lips he fired off the next salvo of cum which hit her in the eye and then she caught his cock again in her mouth and drank the last drop of seed. They lay panting still in that 69 position. Lynne asked James if he wanted to save his condom for the next time they were alone or use it now but she added that she was totally knackered now. James looked at the clock and said we are out of time if you don't want to pay for another night. They had arrived at the B&B as mother and son but due to an accident of fate they were walking down the stairs as lovers. They handed the room key back to the manager who looked at his watch and said dam under his breath because it was still only ten minutes to twelve. Lynne asked the quickest way to St. Pancreas station from here and James smiled inwardly as his mother was taking in the complicated instructions. As they stepped on to the pavement Lynne's eyes opened wide, there was her trusty old Vauxhall Astra right outside the door. James had to explain that he had driven the car from Streatham and Lynne told him off for that but realised that he must have done a good job of driving as he had managed to cross the city of London in one piece and at rush hour too. As they set off toward the M1 motorway James realised he was starving, Lynne was too and decided to take the first services they reached for a little lunch. London Gateway services are only six miles or so from London and they reached there just before one in the afternoon. They ate their lunch chattering and giggling like all new lovers do, then James asked her a serious question, of all the men in the restaurant which one would she want to fuck. Lynne blushed a deep crimson. "Stop it James" she said but he was insistent that he wanted to know. Lynne scanned around the room, there was a man behind her, he was reading a daily newspaper, "Him!" She said nodding in the man's direction. James started to stare at the man; he was trying to work out what it was that attracted his mother to this particular man. The man became aware that James was staring at him and dropped his paper and stared back, eventually he walked over to their table and asked James if he had a problem. James said "Yes, I'm trying to remember where I know you from" the guy relaxed a little and looked down at Lynne, in her very sexy dress, in a sitting position, it was difficult to hide both her boobs and her panties, she had chosen to cover her breasts as she was hidden from most of the room by the table, but not hidden from a person standing behind or at her side. They agreed that James couldn't know the guy as he was from Cardiff; he was going to do a job at the Heineken brewery in Northampton. James broke out in a broad smile, he asked the man to join them and share their pot of coffee, Lynne had said nothing, she was just imitating a beetroot sitting there blushing. Steve introduced himself when he returned to the table and James did likewise, then he introduced Lynne as his wife Lynne. They made small talk over coffee and Steve told them that his job was going to be very boring. He had to work for an hour today, then he had to stop close to Northampton all weekend in case they had a problem with a large maintenance project they were carrying out all weekend. Steve would be working for most of Monday and planned to carry on to Tuesday if needed then it would be the long drive back to Cardiff. James watched Steve like a hawk; Steve didn't look once at James, he was concentrating on looking at a very sexy black silk thong peeping out from under the table. James asked Steve where he was planning on stopping in Northampton. Steve had made no arrangements but would probably use the travel lodge close to junction fifteen-a. Steve went to the toilet leaving James and his mother alone, James told Lynne that the man wanted her and she said that he was being ridiculous. James made a bet with his mother, he would give her his only condom and never buy any more if the guy didn't want her, if the guy did want her then she would have to let James fuck her whenever he wanted to without a condom. Part of the bet was that that Lynne would do everything that James asked her to and do nothing to put Steve off of her, Lynne was once again on a sexual high, she had been like that for most of the last thirty six hours. Steve returned and was about to make his farewells when James told him that he and Lynne lived closer to the Heineken brewery than junction fifteen-a. James asked if Steve would like to take potluck with them for the weekend and save himself a few hundred pounds into the bargain. Steve thanked James for the kind offer and was about to reject the offer but then he looked at Lynne again sitting there dressed the way she was and accepted graciously. James suggested that Steve took Lynne in his car and go directly to their house to drop Lynne and his bags off, that way Steve would know his way back from the brewery and James would be home later after he made a visit in Northampton. Lynne was about to protest when James picked up her keys and kissed her passionately, he suggested that she direct Steve in from the brewery to their home so that it would make it easier for Steve to find them later. James called in to the shop to purchase some essential supplies but still left the services ahead of Steve and his mother; he drove directly home by the shortest route, which was twenty miles shorter than the way he had told Lynne to take Steve. In the car Steve made most of the small talk, he reached down and reclined Lynne's seat slightly causing even more of her panties to show below her hem. As they reached cursing speed and Steve would not need to change gear again for some time he rested his hand on the edge of Lynne's seat. He allowed his little finger to stroke the bare flesh of Lynne's thigh, she wanted to stop him but this was a bet, she would do nothing to stop Steve in any way. She knew already that she had lost anyway, Steve was obviously interested in her sexually as he was making his first pass less than five minutes after she got in his car. Steve was finding it difficult to drive and look in Lynne's lap at the same time, then he asked almost innocently if her panties were silk or nylon. Lynne asked him what he thought they were, he told her that it was hard to tell just from looking but the real way to tell was by feeling them. Lynne turned her body slightly towards Steve but left the furthest leg where it was, this had the effect of making her more accessible to him and opening her legs wider at the same time. Steve took the hint and reached out to touch her panties, "mmmmmm silk!" He said. Steve asked Lynne if she would take her panties off for him and she obliged, lifting her bottom slightly and slipping her thong to the floor, then she popped them into her handbag. Steve was extremely distracted now, he was raving about how wonderful her bald pussy looked, he reached out and started to masturbate her and she responded by sliding forward in her seat and reclining the seat further to give him better access. James was driving carefully, he was keeping to just below the speed limit and keeping to the left hand lane, after about ten miles he noticed Steve driving past him in the middle lane, it looked like Steve was all alone in the car. James was just about to pull off the motorway at the next slip road to return to the London Gateway services to see if his mother had chickened out on the bet. But then he noticed that Steve was sitting at a strange angle, he was reaching over toward the middle of the passenger seat and he was looking down rather than at the road. James gunned the Vauxhalls engine slightly to keep level with Steve, James thought that he was lucky that there was a few miles of clear road ahead of them or Steve might crash because he defiantly wasn't looking toward the road at all. As James pulled back to the side of Steve's car he lifted himself up in the seat and looked down toward Steve's passenger seat, he saw his mother, her seat reclined totally, there was a black belt around her midriff. James realised instantly that it was her Lycra sheath dress rolled down off of her breasts and rolled up from her thighs, his mother was almost totally naked and it looked lovely watching Steve finger fuck her as they sped along the motorway at seventy five miles per hour. James kept looking ahead to check there were no cars in his lane, and then looking back at his mother. He could see that she was in ecstasy, he watched her orgasm, she was shaking her head from side to side, and she was pulling Steve's hand into her pussy harder, trying to get every last ounce of pleasure out of the experience. James watched as she lifted her feet off of the floor and hooked her heels over the front edge of the seat, bringing her knees high above the car's window line and her legs were wide apart, Steve was reaching right round and his fingers were working at high speed in her pussy. James was tempted to try and keep pace with his mum and Steve but there was a congregation of traffic ahead and the exit that would mean he would arrive home well before his mum and her companion was fast approaching. It was with a heavy heart that James broke off his voyeuristic journey and left the motorway. James arrived in his driveway a little faster than he had planned and brought the old Vauxhall to a screeching halt just short of the garage door; he jumped out of the car and opened the garage door. His mother and father both reversed their cars into the garage religiously but James lacked the skill or the time to do that and he drove his mother's car in forward by the side of his father's car. James's heart skipped a beat and he ran in the house shouting his fathers name but there was no reply, a note explained that his father had taken a lift from someone at work that was going on the trip with him and that it would be Tuesday at the earliest before he would be home. James threw the note into the bin and ran to his room, he stripped his bed and took his bedding and dirty clothes down to the utility room. Then he returned to his room and removed all the posters and paraphernalia that pointed to the age of the room's occupant, he even cleared all of his draws and wardrobe throwing everything into black plastic bags and then into the box bedroom that was just a garbage dump for all of the family memories and he closed the door on all the carnage he had caused in there. He checked the living room and dining room, removed all photographs that showed his father and mother together and left only ones showing him and his mum. Then he ran up to his parents bedroom, he had his essential supplies in his pocket, a new box of ten condoms, he removed two and popped them in his wallet, then he fanned out the other eight as if the box had been casually discarded on the bedside table at the height of passion. He placed his house key by the side of the condoms hoping that his mother would manage to work her way around his unspoken scenario. Then he searched through his fathers things and found his palm-cam video, he looked around the room for a vantage point, the wardrobe door had louvers and James broke one of the slats away at a comfortable height for him to watch his mother's bed from. The camera battery was flat so James had to route an extension chord through into the wardrobe and he put the camera on charge and popped a brand new forty-five minute video film in the slot. There was more that he wanted to do but he saw Steve's car draw onto the drive, he secreted himself in his mother's wardrobe and waited, he could hear his mother offer Steve a coffee and he thanked god that Steve refused her offer. James heard footsteps on the stairs and he heard his mother open his bedroom door gingerly, he could almost hear his mother sigh in relief as she saw his bed on its side and turned toward the wall, James had covered it with a dust sheet for good measure. Lynne told Steve to leave his bags there and she would air his bed and make it up while he was at the brewery. "This is the bathroom and this is my bedroom," Jason heard his mother say and then there was a muffled silence as Steve pressed his mouth to Lynne's, the bedroom door burst open and James pressed the record button on the camera. James had found a good place to perch the camera the camera where it wouldn't suffer from his shaky hands. He had set the lens to roughly half way between telephoto and wide angle as that setting gave a film zone two feet wider than the bed in both directions. Steve had pulled Lynne's dress down to her knees as they entered the room, they tumbled on to the bed and Lynne helped Steve to undress as fast as possible. There was little foreplay and James was pleased that Steve's cock was smaller than his own. Lynne practiced her newly acquired skills in oral sex and she gratefully received the same off of Steve. Lynne noticed the newly broken slat on the wardrobe door and guessed that was where her horny little boy was hiding. Steve was pressing Lynne against the bed now and he was getting into position for the end game, Lynne had noticed the condoms on the bedside table and managed to stop Steve from entering her just in time, she told him that he would have to use a condom and passed one to him, Steve would have rather rode Lynne bareback but he took the condom and skinned it on to his cock. The actual sex act was nothing special but it still blew Lynne's lights out thinking that a stranger was fucking her in her own bed with her son watching her. As soon as Steve finished off he slipped his cock out of Lynne, he tied the opening and dropped it in the bin at the side of the bed. Lynne just lay there as Steve dressed and kissed her goodbye, she had seen James's key on the bedside table and she handed the key to Steve to let himself in when he returned. James waited for the sound of Steve's car reversing down the long driveway and out on to the street before he joined his mother, "How do you feel darling?" He asked his mother. She just smiled and said, "Wonderful, thank you." END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 52