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(mdom/F, inc, teen/adult, d/s, voy) *** Author Note: Feedback is the only price that most authors that post to ASSM ask. If you want to read more, you ought to pay the price by letting me know you liked this perverse tale. Writers need feedback in order to become better writers. If you don't let us know what you like, don't complain that there are no good stories. Any comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write me at the e- mail address above. If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in your country to be in possession of stories about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe sex reading please. *** PART FOUR Since the day I had decided to take my Mum as a lover, I had begun a patient, meticulous plan to seduce the most beautiful woman in my world. I knew I had to bring Mum around slowly to the idea of it. I had to learn to be patient. To make matters even more complicated, my goal wasn't just an adolescent shagging of the old gal. What I wanted more than anything was to take more and more control of our lives. I know that at fifteen that runs against the grain, but as I grew up I could see more and more that I had a real need to be in control of my own life. Just as important to me, I had a real need to be in control of another person, of someone I was close to and intimate with. There was no one in my world that I felt closer to than Mum and no girl I wanted to be intimate with more than her. It wasn't just a hopeless idea either, not in my mind. I had a couple of distinct advantages going here. First of all, Mum was lonely. I had seen that already. She craved my attention almost as much as I craved hers. She could even put up with a bit of nonsense from me that she didn't particularly enjoy just on the hopes of more attention and companionship. And another distinct advantage that I had to my plan was that I believe Mum's own natural inclinations ran in this direction. She was a sensuous woman that wanted to be touched and I think she wanted to be submissive to a man. Mum had never shown any natural inclination to be bossy with me like some mums are to their sons. What I remember of Dad, he had certainly been the more dominant of the two of them. Already in her responses to my attentions, Mum had shown that her natural instincts were to follow my lead. So far she had regretted that afterwards, but before she set up her guard, she had been willing to let me lead her down the path of my own interest. So, starting that Sunday morning I set out to achieve my ends with patience and determination. Mum always liked to go to church on Sunday morning even though she wasn't particularly religious. She never insisted that I go, but I tagged along with her enough to know the liturgy and to not be a stranger to the inside of a church. With the hangover of guilt I was sure that she'd be feeling, I was certain that she'd be going this morning. As usually I was up bright and early long before her. Mum's a sound sleeper that has to have a good eight hours. I rarely sleep more than four or five myself. I think I get that from my Dad. So I woke up early and fixed us both a light breakfast. As soon as the coffee was brewing and filling the whole house with its aroma, I heard Mum stirring. I had some biscuits and sausage done by the time she was down. Mum wore an old robe that was quite unattractive. I'd have to get her another one soon. Even so, I sat a cup of hot coffee in front of her and a plate of food and kissed her good morning and asked her how she had slept. She mumbled something and I asked her if she was going to church this morning and if I could tag along. She perked up a bit at that and when she nodded more affirmatively, I told her I was going upstairs to take a shower to get ready. I just took a quick one since I hadn't been out since yesterday, but I left the door open so that when Mum came upstairs from breakfast she had to walk the length of the hall before she turned off to her bedroom. The whole time she had to be looking at my naked arse toweling myself off. Nudity had never been an issue in our house before. We had no rules against it or any locks on the doors inside the flat. To be true, I'd only seen Mum in partial undress on several rare occasions and could only imagine that the reverse was true for her. I had plans to change that though and this morning's shower was the opening salvo of my nudity campaign. As soon as I knew she was past the door and had to have gotten an eyeful, I hurriedly finished off and went to my room and changed into white shirt and black slacks. I rushed throwing on my socks and dress shoes and grabbed my red tie on the way back to Mum's bedroom. As I came into her room I surprised her with just her bra and a white half-slip on. Well, I would assume there were panties under the slip too, though I doubted seriously I would see them. "John! I'm still getting dress," Mum said exasperatedly. "I can see that, but you're decent. Would you mind tying my tie for me? You know how clumsy I am with it and you always end up re-tying it anyway." "Okay, come here lad, though why you're in such a hurry today I don't understand. Now stand still while I do this." Stand still I did as Mum stood before me with her proud, full breasts encased in nothing but lovely white cotton. It wasn't as though I could see much, but something about seeing a woman in her underwear is very exciting to a young man. Every now and then Mum would look up into my eyes to see where I was staring. Most of the time I was able to meet her gaze, though several times she could me looking at her lovelies. "There you go," Mum said taking a step back after finishing. "You almost look presentable if you straighten up your hair." "Mind if I use your comb here," I said taking her suggestion as a excuse to linger. "What are you wearing to church?" Mum pulled out a dress from her closet and held it in front of her between us, no doubt in some small attempt to cover herself up. "I think I'll wear this blue one," she said as though to herself. "I don't suppose you'd want to wear the red one we bought yesterday?" I countered. "That's hardly a church frock, John. I don't know if I've even courage enough to wear it to work, but I know I can't wear it to church," she said giggling, no doubt thinking of the deep neckline of her new dress and its tight waistline that accentuated her breasts and hips. "Well, you'd look lovely in that blue one then, especially with those black heels," I suggested. "Which heels?" she asked questioningly. "You know... well, let me show you," I said walking past her until I was standing in her closet doorway. A woman's closet is a wonderful place. Filled with all her garments, it smells of her. The texture of the fabrics makes a young man want to linger. As I stooped to look at the shoes on the floor, I could almost imagine looking up Mum's dresses with her inside them. I drew forth a pair of black, three-inch heels... the highest heels Mum had and ones she rarely wore except on special occasions. "This pair Mum. Not only do they make your legs look nice, but when you wear them we're almost the same height." "Not for long, young man. You're growing taller each day. Since it's only for a couple of hours, I'll indulge you. Normally though, on Sunday the last thing I want to do it wear a set of heels." I sat down on Mum's rumpled bed and watched her as she dressed. At first she seemed reluctant to put the dress on with me watching, which seems a bit ridiculous when you consider that I was already seeing her without it. But, after what looked like a moment of internal debate, she drew on the dress over her head. I stepped forward and helped Mum by zipping up the back of the dress. Mum froze, uneasy as I did so, I think half expecting me to reach around and grope her. But I was on my best behavior and other then taking a deep smell of her hair as I pulled up on the zipper and straightened out the fall of the shoulders, I was a gentleman. But then it came time to put on her stockings before she had to slip on her shoes. Having gotten them from her lingerie drawer, Mum dawdled, half expecting me to leave and give her some privacy to slip them on. Still, I was determined to see it through until she asked me to leave, but she never did. As she sat on the bed beside me, Mum gathered a pair of the stockings in her hands and then slipped her right foot, the one closest to me, into the toe of the stockings. Seeing Mum's dainty little foot going into the nylons was a fascinatingly erotic thing for me. It seemed to happen in slow motion as Mum smoothed the stocking along her foot and ankle and agonizingly slowly up her calf. Then she stood and turned her body away from me while hiking up her dress to slip it on the rest of the way. I grinned to myself, a bit disappointed that I hadn't gotten a good glimpse of hip and cunt, but thrilled that we had gotten this far. She did the same procedure with the left leg and stocking, though I was sorely tempted to rush around and have a peak at her as she pulled them up and snugged and straightened them on her thigh. These didn't have garters, much to my dismay, but I almost asked her if she had any that required them. I'd just love to see Mum putting on a pair of stocking with garters, and love even more to see her removing them. That was about all the fun of getting ready, though she did allow me to help her brush her hair. I found a sustained enjoyment of helping Mum get ready and she even listened to my suggestions of which lipstick she should wear and how she should style herself. It was almost as though I were in charge of her getting dressed. One day, I thought to myself, I will be more overtly in charge of just that, Mum. Then you'll see how well I love you and take care of you. As we sat in church that morning I couldn't help but think what a lovely family and couple we made. Mum looked young for her age. I fancied that I looked old for mine. Certainly everyone saw the age difference, but to my mind a stranger might easily think here was a young woman that just fancied a young man as her lover. The church was crowded and we had to sit close to one another. Mum's thigh and mine pressed against one another almost the whole time. It was a very strange experience thinking of church with Mum as an erotic experience, but it was. As we stood to say the prayers, I brought my hand to hers and she held mine tightly. As we queued up together and came forward for communion, we were equals kneeling together waiting for the priest. Afterward, as we stood and walked back to our pew, I guided Mum with my hand in the small of her back. It was a lovely experience to be dressed up with her and touching her so intimately in public. I found myself more and more enjoying this touching. I don't know why I hadn't done this before and Mum seemed to enjoy me being close. None of the things I was doing was overtly sexual, so she was hard pressed to deny them. Even so, the constant rubbing and touching, especially the thought of doing it in public, was very exciting to me. And I think the touching even affected Mum as well. She seemed almost intoxicated with the attention. So much so that even after we got home, the touching didn't stop. We had both gone into the kitchen and were standing in front of the fridge considering what to have for lunch, when I put my arms around her and pulled her tight against me. I didn't think about doing it or plan it. It was just something that seemed natural and the right thing to do. Mum just seemed to melt into my arms. Her tight, sexy ass pressed back against me and for just a second I heard a moan escape her lips. The spontaneity of her response to my embrace surprised us both and after that brief, initial response, Mum scooted away and left the room, leaving me standing in the middle of the kitchen with a raging hard-on. As much as I wanted to be patient, I was still only fifteen and at the moment a very horny young man. I went upstairs and took off my pants and shirt, tossing my shoes and dress socks into the corner. I pulled my cock out of my briefs and began to jack my meat up and down, thinking about my lovely Mum. As I closed my eyes, I imagined Mum kneeling before me taking my prick into her lipsticked-mouth. Her hand reached beneath me and massaged my balls and the shaft of my prick went deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was slick and warm, just like I imagined her mouth or cunt would be. I had been sucked by several of the neighborhood sluts and even fucked a couple of them, but I had never had a mature woman Mum's age. I imagined her cunt to be even more ripe and wonderful than those little girls. And suddenly, at just the thought of that, in my mind Mum was underneath me and my cock was buried in her cunt. She was squirming, pushing herself against me. My hand was flying over my shaft, pumping fiercely. I was moaning out her name and feeling her beneath me and suddenly I was cumming, my sperm leaping into the air and falling to splatter on my chest and stomach. My orgasm was as intense as any I had ever had and I felt like I came gallons. Trying to catch my breath, I looked down at the mess I had made and started searching for something to clean myself up with. A motion caught my eye and I saw, in a glance, that I had inadvertently left the door cracked open. I saw the twirl of the hem of a dress and Mum's strawberry blonde hair going down the stairway, away from my door. I hadn't intended Mum to see me cum but thinking back on it, at least if she did, she had spied on a good one. As I lay back, I thought about Mum watching me as I jacked off and I started to get hard again. My hand automatically went to my cock and I started to slowly pump it, thinking about Mum watching me. Continued in part 5... More stories by this author available at: /files/Authors/Jabbin/ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 80