("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
               _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
              ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
            K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
 	   _________________________________________
                            WARNING!
	   This text file contains sexually explicit
	   material. If you do not wish to read this
	   type of literature, or you are under age,
	   PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
 	   _________________________________________




		   Scroll down to view text


















-------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please
do not remove the author information nor make any 
changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you 
for your consideration.
-------------------------------------------------------

Playacting
by Scorpio00155(address defunct)

***

For a moment I stiffened in my son's grip, but the feel 
of his lips and the excitement that had already built up 
inside me overcame me and I suddenly relaxed and 
returned his embrace with everything that I had. From 
that moment on I was lost, (F/M-teen, inc, mom-son)

***

"No, no, no, no!" I sighed getting to my feet, "Some 
Romeo you'd make."

I was helping my son with his lines for the school play, 
it was supposed to be Romeo and Juliet, but poor old 
Will Shakespeare would have turned in his grave if he 
could hear the way my sixteen year old boy was making a 
hash of one of the most romantic scenes in the play.

"Aw mum, it's rubbish." Angus moaned as I took the book 
from him.

"It's not rubbish, as you would quickly see if you took 
an interest in the play." I snapped back, "This scene is 
full of romance, Romeo is crying out to his beloved 
Juliet who is standing on a balcony out of reach."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he sighed, "but it's so mushy."

"'Mushy' is something you are going to need to learn if 
you are going to have any luck with the girls," I 
grinned, "I don't think we've quite reached the stage 
where you can just walk over to a girl and say 'drop 
them'. Just read the lines and sound as though you mean 
them, I'll read Juliet."

So he read the lines and though they didn't sound as 
though it were a love lorn youth calling to his beloved 
at least it was close enough to pass. For the life of me 
I couldn't understand why he had volunteered to act in 
the school play, my son had never shown an interest in 
such things before, so I finally asked him.

"Yeah well," he grinned, "I thought they were going to 
do something else."

"Like what?" I asked out of curiosity.

"A thing called Confessions." He grinned in reply, "It's 
all about the confessions of some randy sod in the 
Victorian age."

"I've never heard of it," I laughed, "but I should have 
known it had something to do with sex."

"Yeah well, the head put the boot in and stopped us 
doing it," Angus sighed, "so its Romeo and bloody 
Juliet."

I was curious about this play Confessions though and I 
pumped my son for more about it, he grinned and shot off 
to his room, when he returned he had a couple of play 
books in his hands.

"Here," he said dropping one of them in my lap, "have a 
read."

"Maybe later," I responded, "for now let's finish with 
the one you'll be performing tomorrow, you're almost 
there, all you have to do is get a bit more feeling in 
it."

Thanks to the practise my son did quite well when it 
came time to perform the play the following evening. 
After the performance, as we walked back home, Angus 
asked me if I'd had a chance to look at the play he'd 
given me.

"I haven't, not yet anyway." I admitted.

"Well why don't we run through it when we get home," he 
grinned, "I'll play the male roles and you can be all 
the women."

"I suppose we could seeing as you've no school tomorrow 
and I've nothing better to do with your father away." I 
agreed, "Okay, but only as long as you don't muck about 
the way you did while we were practising Romeo and 
Juliet."

"All right," my son grinned as we turned into our 
street, "no mucking about, I'll pretend we're performing 
the play, is that okay with you?"

"That's fine." I replied as we went indoors.

Taking off my coat I went into the living room and 
poured myself a drink, sipping from my glass I picked up 
my copy of the play 'Confessions' and started to flip 
through it. My son had described the play as raunchy, 
the little bits and pieces I read sounded more like 
pornographic to me and I was not surprised that the 
headmaster had put his foot down, but it certainly 
seemed interesting. Angus came into the living room with 
his copy of the play and grinned at me.

"Want to start?" he asked as I drained my glass.

"Why not." I said, "Remember, no mucking about, you 
follow the lines and directions or I will chuck it in."

I'm afraid that I was quite serious about literature and 
the theatre having once played with a dramatic group, 
but that was before I was married and I wondered if I 
still had the 'gift'. Turning to the first page we began 
to read, the whole story seemed to revolve around a 
Victorian Rake who seemed to be a cross between Superman 
and Casanova, it began with the character on his 
deathbed confessing his sins to a priest, my son lay on 
the couch to indicate the deathbed and knelt beside it 
to deliver the priest's lines. 

Then we were into the first of the Rake's adventures, 
his first conquest as a 'youth' of twenty, we really got 
into the spirit of the thing as we delivered the lines 
for the flirtation and followed the directions printed 
in the book.

"Ah, sweet Evelyn," my son was saying with feeling as he 
read the lines, "I worship the very ground that you walk 
on, let us share one sweet moment of bliss together to 
seal our love."

My son wrapped his arms around me and went to kiss me as 
described in the book while I leant back in his clutches 
and delivered my line.

"Roger!" I said with feeling, "Unhand me sir, what if 
some-one should come upon us, your appetites exceed your 
wisdom sir!"

"There are none to observe us my precious," Angus 
responded, "and it is the wild beating of my heart that 
drives me, my intentions are pure and honest my lady."

'Evelyn' resisted 'Roger' for a while longer, I was 
getting wrapped up in the play and when I delivered the 
line so fateful for 'Evelyn' it was with all the passion 
and fire that I had.

"Oh Roger," I sighed, "I am aflame for you, treat me 
kindly good sir for I surrender my heart and my all to 
you."

The book then read: 'Roger kisses her passionately', I 
felt my son drawing me to him and lowered my book as he 
kissed me full on the lips with a passion that would 
have won him an Oscar. Despite the fact that we were 
only playacting I felt myself becoming excited by that 
kiss. As the moments drew out I felt just like my 
character in the play, ready to surrender my all to the 
man who had professed such love for me and when Angus 
parted our lips to read the next line I was limp and 
unresisting in his arms.

"Ah, sweet, sweet Evelyn," he sighed with true feeling, 
"your lips are the purest Nectar, your skin, the palest 
Alabaster, hide not your charms from me my love, bare 
all that I might praise your every part."

At that point the book gave the direction: 'Roger sits 
on the chaise longue and watches as Evelyn disrobes', my 
son was looking puzzled as he read the directions.

"What's a chaise longue?" he asked.

"Like a couch but with only one armrest." I smiled.

Roger sat on the couch, glanced at the book then looked 
up at me, I read the direction again then followed it by 
removing my clothes, like the character I felt my heart 
flutter as I tossed aside my last item of clothing and 
stood naked in front of the Rake 'Roger'. Angus tore his 
eyes from my body and read his next line.

"God in his wisdom," he breathed as though in awe, "has 
placed true beauty on this earth, that beauty is you my 
darling. Were I to die this instant it would be as a man 
blessed."

According to the plot Roger rose and disrobed, my son 
did just that, in a few moments I was staring 
breathlessly at my son's cock, as it grew hard in front 
of my very eyes, it took me a moment to gather my wits 
to deliver the next line.

"Oh my sir," I gasped, "what a beast your Pego is, such 
size and girth, surely it would split me in twain."

I puzzled that such an innocent character like 'Evelyn' 
would know what a 'Pego' was let alone that 'Roger's' 
was large in comparison to other men, speaking of which 
my son was no slouch in that direction either, my eyes 
kept drifting to his cock as it quivered and pointed at 
me. Following the book's directions my son came over to 
me and swept me into his arms, the feel of his skin 
against mine set up a burning in me that I could not 
believe, after my son delivered the next line he was 
supposed to kiss his victim then ravage her, I was all 
set to end the scene after the line was delivered.

"Christ mum," Angus gasped, "you are beautiful."

Before I could gather my wits to point out that the line 
wasn't the one written and that we should end the scene 
his lips were crushing down on mine, his arms holding me 
tightly as he kissed me with a fervour and passion 
beyond belief. For a moment I stiffened in his grip, but 
the feel of his lips and the excitement that had already 
built up inside me overcame me and I suddenly relaxed 
and returned his embrace with everything that I had. 

From that moment on I was lost, dropping the book I 
wrapped my arms around my son's body and sighed, one of 
his hands slid onto my boobs and began to play with me. 
His fingers teased my nipples then sank into my flesh, 
the excitement I was feeling exploded into bliss and I 
pressed my boob into his hand with a gasp into his 
mouth.

Minutes or hours later my son's hand slipped down my 
body and I gave a shudder as he began to tease my clit, 
groaning I raised a hand to his chest and tweaked his 
nipples the way my husband liked me to, Angus gave a 
groan then slid his fingers down to my wet hole, as they 
sank into me I pushed down to receive them. 

What we were doing was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but 
the pleasure his moving fingers and lips was giving me 
overrode all my inhibitions, even when I felt myself 
being lowered to the floor I could only think of the 
bliss that was running through me. 

His lips left mine then closed a moment later around one 
of my nipples, his fingers moved faster in my pussy and 
his thumb stretched out to press on my clit, in a roar 
of red hot ecstasy I climaxed, my voice crying out my 
bliss as my body trembled and quivered, I felt aflame 
with the sensations that were hitting me like a solid 
blow. 

For one brief moment my son's hands and mouth left my 
body, then I felt his weight settling on top of me, but 
my panic at what was to happen was submerged by the 
orgasm that was running through me at the time. With one 
thrust that sent me crashing into another orgasm my son 
pushed his cock all the way into my pussy.

"NO!" I cried out both my pleasure and denial of what 
was happening.

Ironically, even as I was crying out I was wrapping my 
legs around his body to hold my son in place, his cock 
moving in me at a steady pace that was driving me wild, 
bursts of orgasmic bliss ran through me every few 
seconds as my son took me. Yet he wasn't taking me, my 
body was reacting and moving with him, it was a shock to 
discover that I was giving myself to him freely, a shock 
that was dulled by my own passion. 

All I could think of was the joy he was giving me as his 
breathing sounded harsh and loud in my ear. Wild cries 
escaped my lips as Angus began to move faster, his 
thrusts hard and heavy, crushing my clit so deliciously, 
his cock sliding along the walls of my pussy so 
delightfully with every move that he made, and when he 
moved a hand to my nipples I exploded into a climax so 
powerful that my shakes should have bucked us across the 
floor. 

Then Angus was groaning and pushing deep into me, his 
whole body quivering as bursts of heat filled my depths, 
with a loud cry of delight I pushed up even tighter to 
his body as he filled me with his hot seed then cried 
out again when his body relaxed and his cock started to 
move in me again.

Unbelievably he stayed hard inside me, his cock sliding 
and thrusting in me so fast that I thought it would 
burst into flames, sending streamers of hot ecstasy 
along every nerve in my body to stun my very thoughts as 
an orgasm so powerful it paralysed me hit me like a 
battering ram. I would not have believed that my ecstasy 
could get any greater, but as my son pushed deep into 
me, groaned and filled me with his juices I felt myself 
surging to an even higher peak as the heat of his seed 
spread inside me. 

Once again my son was moving in me as soon as his orgasm 
had faded a little, but this time I felt his cock 
shrinking inside me. Yet even limp he was of such a size 
that his cock stayed inside me to blast my mind with yet 
another orgasm before he rolled off my shuddering body 
to lie gasping by my side.

Gradually my body's excitement eased and my mind became 
capable of cogent thought, still too overcome to move I 
lay there as the realisation of what we had done filled 
me with guilt and shame. After a while both feelings 
began to fade and by the time I was strong enough to sit 
up I had a new emotion filling me, driving aside my 
shame and drowning out my guilt, it was desire. 

My son was watching me when I opened my eyes, his eyes 
roving over my body and as I sat up he smiled, it was as 
though he felt no qualms of conscience, but then who was 
I to talk, all I was now feeling was the desire to have 
my son's glorious cock in my pussy again. Pushing my 
lust to one side I confronted my son.

"Angus, oh Angus, what have we done?" I sighed.

"Well if you don't know by now mum I'll just have to 
give you another lesson." My son quipped.

Even though he was expressing the same desire that I was 
feeling I had to get through to him how wrong what we 
had done was, but God help me I wanted him so much 
again.

"Be serious." I said firmly, "Do you know what we've 
done? Do you realise just what it means?"

"I'm not stupid mum," Angus sighed, "I've had sex with 
you, which is incest, which is against the law."

"Precisely!" I responded.

"Fuck them!" Angus retorted, "Whoever wrote that law 
should be shot. I know you enjoyed what we did as much 
as I did. If it was so bad how could it feel so good? 
Answer me that!"

I couldn't, nothing in my upbringing or experience could 
give me an answer to his question. I squirmed as his 
eyes burned on my skin, I could feel his juices slowly 
oozing from my pussy and the growing lust inside me, 
while I thought I used a tissue to clean my pussy, but 
all this did was to fan the fire of my desire. 

My eyes focused on his flaccid cock and I remembered the 
sight of it erect, the feel of his hardness sliding 
inside me, the heat of his juices filling me, weighed 
against the bliss I had felt when he took me a law 
written by people long dead had no chance.

"I can't answer you." I finally admitted, "Oh God! 
Angus, I should never have let things get this far. I 
can't fight it Angus, I want you, God, and how I want 
you!"

"And I want you mum," my son grinned with his cock 
swelling back to erection, "more than you know, but not 
here on the hard floor. Let's go upstairs where we can 
be comfortable."

As I let my son lead me up the stairs, his hand hot in 
mine, I tried to work out how we could keep what we were 
doing a secret from everyone, but my mind was filled 
with thoughts of what we would do when we reached the 
bedroom and any planning would just have to wait. 

END

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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