24 comments/ 728151 views/ 86 favorites 10.55 Ch. 01 By: SylviaG "My son was looking up my skirt today," I mumbled, as I lay my head on Frank's chest. "What?" He responded a little shocked. I looked at him with a grin. "He was putting a video on. I saw his eyes looking in the telly screen. Adam was looking up my skirt." "Well, what did you say?" "Nothing, what could I say? It was just for a second." "Maybe you should speak to him?" "No, it will just embarrass him," I said with a chuckle, "it was just a quick glance, it's no big deal, I'm sure he won't do it again." My name is Eve, and perhaps I should have listened to my boyfriend. Because after that day my life turned upside-down. I met Frank several months ago, he had just split up from his wife, and I came along at the right time. Frank is 30, slim, with brown hair, and a cute smile. We get on well, although he is fairly quiet. I suppose after all the shit he had been through with his ex-wife he was entitled to be. And I guess I was ready for the more quiet type of guy, even if he was a little reluctant to move in with me full time. The next day after the up the skirt thing, I stopped outside Adam's bedroom. I smiled to myself hearing my son's little grunts. I knew what he was doing in his bedroom, I just wondered what images filled his head. "Adam, are you alright?" I called, just as he got to the point of no return. He gasped, and I heard him thumping around. "Um, yeah," he managed to blurt out. I went back to my bedroom and got back into bed. "I have to go to the office for a few hours," Frank said to me. "Its Saturday, can't it wait until Monday for once?" "No, Mr Jennings needs to go over the presentation. I won't have time to drop Adam to the football, can you do it?" I huffed a little, because all of a sudden he was changing our arrangements. "Eve, I'm not his father. I've got enough worry about, and mum is ill, she needs me to be there later." "Christ, she has only got a cold. Okay, when will you be staying again?" I knew that look. He didn't want to commit himself. "I will phone you in the week." He rushed through the door before I could give him a reply. Understandable in a way, after all the trouble he had been through with his grabbing ex-wife. I watched him through the window as he got into his car. He was already on the phone to his mum. I dropped Adam off, and picked him up two hours later after the football. I drove to his father's house and stopped by the tall hedge, two doors down from his father's new home. "Nice house, I bet she hounded your dad into buying it," I mumbled. "Mum, you can be a real bitch sometimes. She's nice to me, we get on well. Maybe if you had been a bit more like her dad wouldn't have left." I watched as he got out of the car and went down the path to the front door. He never used to say things like that, but since I had been seeing Frank, things had changed. The following weekend as Adam was dropped off I could see her smiling up at him from the car. The bloody tart knew I had noticed her engagement ring. So, my darling ex had proposed to her after just 5 months! She had deliberately rubbed Keith's arm so I would notice the ring, bloody tart! "See you soon then Adam?" she called. She gave me such a mocking grin I wanted to strangle the cow! "Yeah, see you Ruby," Adam replied. "So, that was very touching, it is nice to know you and your new stepmother are going to be friends," I spat sarcastically. "Mum, don't be so jealous. You are still my mum and I love you." "I don't know what your father sees in her. She is just a 26 year old blonde bimbo. Doesn't he know how ridiculous he looks with her?" I spat, "and those bloody boobs aren't real, silly little tart in her tiny skirts." Adam just looked at me and shook his head. An hour later I had calmed down. I knew it was that bitch trying to wind me up. Even now she wanted to gloat. I started tea for the two of us. I gave Adam an affectionate rub on his back and a little smile, as I put his plate down. "Would you have him back?" I just stood there a little shocked by Adam's question. "I'm seeing Frank now, and your father walked out on me, remember?" "Yeah, but would you?" "Why, has your dad said something to you?" "No, he just asked how you are. He was going to phone you later, about taking me on holiday. Ruby said it would be good for the three of us. Mum, can I go, please?" "No, besides Frank and I are taking you to Wales in the school holidays." "But dad and Ruby are going to Italy. I don't want to go with you and Mr Mouse." "I told you not to call him that. Frank is just quiet, that's all," I snapped. After tea Adam sat in the chair and I sat on the couch with my feet up facing him. I was watching something on telly, while Adam sat there drawing. Now and then I could see Adam taking sly glances at my feet and legs. I had tights on and a knee length skirt, which had ridden up about 5 inches over my knees. He started drawing again. "I'm sorry about earlier. Adam, I want you to come with Frank and me. How would it look if I let you go with them? You spend far too much time at their house already." "I like it there, apart from night time when they are doing it." I glanced at him quickly. I was a little shocked by what he said. "Would you like a drink or something?" I asked, trying to get the image of Keith bonking his little tart out of my head. "No, not until I've finished," Adam replied, concentrating on his drawing. His eyes looked at my legs again. I shuffled a little uncomfortably, as I stared back at the telly. Now and then I watched his eyes as he continued drawing. But my mind was on Ruby and my ex. "So, what do you tell her about me?" I asked, trying to make it sound casual, but I knew it didn't come out that way. "That you can't cook as well as she can," he replied with a chuckle. I knew he was joking and I should just forget it, but I couldn't. With every second that passed I started thinking more and more. I bet she lapped it up, if Adam did actually say that. "What else do you tell her then?" I asked, and shuffled a little. He smirked at the drawing. It was like he was remembering something. "She asked me the same question. She wanted to know what I told you about her." Again I sat shocked. Now for some reason I felt a little turned on, the program I was watching had a couple kissing on the couch. The guy was younger than the woman, and he was being quite aggressive. "Ruby told me you bumped into them while you were out with Mr Mouse. She reckoned you knew her and dad would be in that pub. She told me she had never seen you in a short skirt before. But she reckoned your heels were too low." All through his little speech he kept drawing, so he didn't notice my stunned reaction. I did know they would be at that pub that night, but what really shocked me was seeing my ex husband's friends drooling over her. She stood there lapping it up, and so did Keith. All those friends we shared together now seemed to accept her as Keith's girl. I went to the loo just to calm myself down, and she walked in behind me. "Nice skirt, Eve," she said with a grin. Then she stood in front of the mirror and hoisted her boobs up higher. I watched her eyes look in the mirror at my breasts, and a little amused grin spread over her lips. "He is mine now, let go. Besides, you've got Mr Mouse," she whispered. I stood fuming as she went out of the loo. The following day I had a right go at Adam. It was obvious they cooked up the Mr Mouse thing between them. Adam just laughed and said I was overreacting, until I sat on his bed in tears. He cuddled me and said sorry, but he still thought I was making a fuss about nothing. I made myself forget my thoughts and went back to watching the telly. An hour later I went to the kitchen and made coffee. I had tried to have a sneaky look at what Adam was drawing, but he just pulled the pad to his chest. I had a cigarette and Adam came out. "I thought you had given up. What would Frank say?" I smiled at Adam, as I stubbed out the cigarette. "It is our secret," I said, ruffling his hair. He picked up his coffee and took a sip. "So, can I see your drawing?" "Um, no, it isn't finished yet." I smiled at him knowing he was holding the hot coffee mug. I raced into the living room laughing and grabbed his pad. I turned it over just as Adam started shrieking at me not to. Now Adam is very good at art, and he wants to go to Art College when he finishes school, his art teacher reckons he'll get in with no trouble. He has already had a small exhibition at the local art gallery, and even they are impressed with his work. But now my laughing and playful mood had changed instantly. So, there I am staring at my son's drawing, a drawing of me, not just any drawing, but a drawing of me reclining on the couch. "Mum, put it down, please?" Adam said quietly. I pushed his hand away, as my eyes just took in the image on the pad. I was wearing high heels, and stockings clipped to a suspender belt. I had on black panties and a black bra. My eyes scanned the drawing, and there on the arm of the couch was a small figure. He would be about 6 inches tall in real life. The figure is Frank, my boyfriend, fully dressed but with his head hung low. I looked back to my face, and the amused grin now seemed to be more of a mocking smirk. As my eyes travelled to my neck, I could just make out several fingers on my shoulder, almost hidden by my hair. My left arm had been drawn up along the back of the couch, and my right hand was in between my legs, so the fingers on my neck belonged to someone else! This isn't the first time Adam has drawn me, but never like this before, never in stockings and high heels playing with myself! He had also enhanced several of my features. My hair is not as long as he drew it, and my breasts are a B-cup, and not an E, or as near to that as they looked. I could even make out a hard nipple pushing my bra out. "Mum, I told you not to look," he mumbled. I raised my hand stopping him from talking. "If your father saw this he'd go bloody mad," I snapped. "Look, um, it is just a drawing," he mumbled again, trying to shrug it off. It might have been just a drawing to him, but I had my doubts about that. Even if it wasn't my face it was still not nice. "It is disgusting. You shouldn't have drawn me like that." "You've got a print of a naked lady at the top of the stairs, showing tits." "All right," I snapped, "but this is worse. I mean, my breasts aren't that big for a start, and you shouldn't have drawn me like that anyway." "Mum, it is just a sketch," he said, again trying to play it down. "You shouldn't have drawn Frank like that either," I snapped. He took the sketch off of me. I watched him rub out the figure on the arm of the couch. I hadn't mentioned the fingers on my shoulder yet. I just didn't know how to bring them up. They obviously belonged to a lover or something. I looked down at the drawing again. It was like taking Frank out of the picture made it acceptable in Adam's eyes. "I'm not happy with any of it. Adam, you shouldn't have drawn me like that, in, in just underwear. It is like you are making me out to be a tart or something." I wanted to mention the way he had put my hand between my legs too, but I just couldn't pluck up the courage to do it. "What if I changed the face, would it be okay then?" For the first time in ages I looked deep into his eyes. Couldn't he understand this at all? Did he really think I was making too much of a fuss? "Why don't you draw landscapes or something? Adam, this is pornographic, and you definitely shouldn't put my face on this sort of thing. What would your father think if he saw this?" He just shrugged his shoulders. "He better not see the rest then." I juts stared at him in disbelieve. "You've done more of them? What more drawings of me?" I shrieked. I cursed under my breath as Adam slowly nodded. "You listen to me you destroy them now. Do you hear me?" I snapped. "I, um, I can't, they aren't here," he mumbled. "Jesus, where are they?" I said in panic. "At dad's home," he said, as he shuffled from one foot to the other. "Are you bloody mad? What if Ruby finds them, what the hell will she think?" I spat. "Relax, she won't find them." "Damn right she won't. I want you to get rid of them as soon as possible. God, you've done some bloody stupid things young man, but this just eclipses the bloody lot!" "I'm going to bed." He went to pick up the drawing. I grabbed it and he shrugged his shoulders again and went up to bed. I sat in the lounge trying to come to terms with Adam's drawing. I just couldn't work out why he would do such drawings of me like that, and putting Frank on the arm of the couch had me even more mystified. I knocked on Adam's door half an hour later. "Can I come in?" I asked quietly. I sat on the bed just looking at him. Downstairs I had thought of a million questions to ask him, but now, face to face I just couldn't. He picked up his folder and I watched him pull out a sketch. He handed it to me, and I choked and gulped. "That is the only other drawing I have of you here. Mum, I'm sorry." I nodded slightly and got off his bed. "You will get the other drawings as soon as you can and destroy them, won't you?" He smiled a little weakly, but he nodded. I sat on my bed, and pulled the drawing I hadn't seen from underneath the drawing Adam had done earlier. My hand went to my mouth as I just stared at it in shock. There I was on my knees, in just panties and bra. My head was tipped back with my mouth open and my eyes closed. My left hand was down the front of my panties, and I could make out my fingers stretching the material as I played with myself. My right hand was in my left bra cup, and my fingers seemed to be teasing my nipple. The shoulder strap had slipped down my left arm, and in real life the bra cup would be so close to falling away from my breast altogether. So, there I was knelt on the floor with my legs spread open. Around me in the background I saw legs in trouser from the waist down. I counted 6 different pairs of trousers. When I looked in between my legs I saw a shoe, a tiny man's shoe. I gulped knowing that it was supposed to belong to my tiny boyfriend, but he wasn't there. My hair hung down my back, Adam had drawn it longer than it really was. I could see masses of bouncy waves that reached to my hip. It was in one of those bouncy curls that I noticed the tiny man. Well, his left arm and left foot, the rest of him was obscured by my hair. It was like he was climbing up underneath all that dark hair to get me to notice him. I was shuddering now just holding the drawing in my hand. I searched for more detail that maybe wasn't there. But I did notice several erections in the trousers of the watching men. One foot in the background caught my eye. I had at first assumed they were all men, but now as I looked more closely I felt my stomach tighten. I recognised the ankle or rather the little tattoo on it. While it was incredibly small I could just make out the detail on her ankle. It was the same tattoo that Ruby had on her bloody ankle! I just sat there numb for ages. One moment I wanted to go screaming and yelling at Adam, the next minute I could feel little bumps on the back of my neck. For ages and ages I scanned the drawings, until, eventually, I was disgusted with myself for my own thoughts! I have seen porn mags before, and I have seen sexy pictures, as Adam said there was a print of a naked lady at the top of the stairs. But these drawings had me in them. If they had been about an unknown woman, then, well, I guess I would have been more comfortable with them. But then again I couldn't, because it was my son who drew the damn things! I went to bed and slept for awhile I think. Then in the twilight world of just waking up, the drawings started flashing through my mind. Not how to get rid of them, but what my son had actually drawn! So there I lay, panting slightly. I thought of the way I fingered myself in the pictures, and then I remembered the tiny little shoe between my legs. The picture came to life in my mind, especially my tiny boyfriend crawling up my hair, and the men watching me masturbate, as they tugged their cocks in their trousers. Even that bitch was there looking down at me with a sneer, as her hand played with my son's cock in his trousers! She walked him towards me, and his cock was now out and inches from my face. As I knelt there with my tiny boyfriend calling faintly in my ear, Ruby tossed Adam off all over my face! It was with this final image that I cried out, as a very intense orgasm filtered through my quaking body. I squeezed my legs together and lay there listening to my breathing slowly recover, and then I slept again. I couldn't stop thinking about it the next morning. I just lay in bed, unable to believe what I had done and thought of last night. I jumped at the tap on my door. "Mum, are you okay?" Adam asked, as he brought me in a cup of tea. "I don't know, I don't feel too good I guess," I mumbled. I sipped my tea and got the pictures from my underwear drawer. I sat back on the bed in just my pink satin nightdress. I sipped more of my tea. I looked at the drawings cursing myself for what I had done in the night. I turned the drawings over, like by doing that it would clear them from my mind. I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out my black bra and matching panties. As I stood in my underwear I looked down at my bra cup, and I noted how my dark nipple could be seen through it. I gently stroked a finger over the nipple, and I whimpered slightly. That was when I noticed something. I picked up the drawings and scanned then very closely. I gasped and plopped down on the bed. The bra and panties set I was now wearing had the exact same pattern on them as in the drawings. My son had been through my underwear drawer, and inspected my bra and panties! I gasped and sat there unable to move. My head turned to the left as my bedroom door opened slowly. I covered my cleavage with the palm of my hand. Adam just walked in slowly and stood in front of me as I sat on the bed. I gazed at front of his pants. I just couldn't take my eyes off the bulge. "Why, have you got an erection?" I mumbled. When he didn't answer I slowly looked up his flat stomach and bare chest. "I, I heard you in the night. I listened at the door," he whispered. I felt his hand gently stroke my cheek. My watery eyes closed, and I turned my head kissing the palm of his hand. "Mum, I want to do more drawings of you. You can't stop me, and I know they turn you on." I took a deep breath. "No Adam, this is madness, can't you at least see how wrong this is?" I opened my eyes and there it was, big, proud, and hard. "God, put it away," I whimpered. He moved forward slowly and held his cock inches from my face. I could smell him, the manly smell of his cock. I felt his hand slide round the back of my neck. He pulled my head forward gently. I could see every vein on his hard dick, and those rock hard balls must have been close to bursting. His cock head grazed my lips and I stiffened a little, but I didn't pull away. "Please mum, I need you bad," he said in a shaky voice. I looked up to his red face and those hooded eyes. "Who, who's hand was on my neck in the drawing on the couch?" I choked. I watched a little smile cross his face. "Can't you guess?" he asked, as he pushed his cock into my open mouth. He pushed right in startling me. I pulled away a little but he held my head and kept pushing. I pushed back on his hips and finally he relented. I started sucking him knowing what I was doing was wrong, but not really caring. 10.55 Ch. 01 I sucked him and bobbed my head up and down. His little grunts told me I was doing all the right things. I fed my trembling fingers into my panties and touched my wet pussy, just like in the drawings. Once again he pulled me to him. His thighs started trembling and he grunted hard through his nose. He held my head tighter, and then I swallowed the spunk as it flooded my mouth. I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth. I still choked, I still gagged, and I still wanted more! "Oh that was awesome," Adam panted, as he stumbled back a little. Guilt has a funny way of turning up out of the blue. There it was tapping my shoulder and asking me, what I was doing with my 18 year old son? I yanked my hand out of my panties hopefully before Adam noticed. I jumped up and looked down at the floor, and there they were looking up at me, those damn drawings! I felt Adam take a step towards me. I held up my hand stopping him. "That never happens again, and don't ever think of touching me or, or trying that again. I'm going for a shower." I move to the door and turned to him, and then added, "I feel dirty." When I went back into my bedroom I stopped. I just stared at the drawings that lay on the floor, just two pieces of paper that had caused so much trouble. They lay there taunting me. I picked them up and went to rip them in half. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, or rather the reflection of the drawing. There I was on the couch with my hand in my panties and those fingers around my neck. How can two stupid drawings have such a hold over me? They were daring me to rip them up, I couldn't I just couldn't bring myself to destroy them. This time they had won. I slipped them in my underwear drawer face down. Out of sight out of mind I told myself. But two hours later I was still thinking of them up in my bedroom, as I stood ironing. I went for a walk that afternoon, a long walk down by the river. I thought of things that I hadn't remembered for years. I started talking in my head to my dead mother. I used to think dead people looked down from above, watching over us. That thought brought tears to my eyes. Mum would kill me for what I had done with her grandson. "Why didn't you stop me?" I yelled up at the grey clouds. My sudden outburst caused this old man to jump, and his stupid little dog to start barking. "Are you all....." "Yes bloody fine, never felt better," I snapped at him, and then I hurried on. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick. Why didn't you answer your phone?" I twisted away from Frank. "Things just got on top of me I guess. Do you, love me?" "Well, yeah. But what things got on top of you?" Frank asked. Well yeah, was that all I was worth? Do you love me? Well, yeah. What sort of a response was that! I wanted to ask him that but it was better kept in my head. I shook my head and left a rather stunned boyfriend to close the front door. "Eve, what's wrong, is your period hurting you bad again?" That was Frank's response anytime I was annoyed. Anyway I couldn't tell him the truth, could I? So, I just nodded. My period had come to my rescue once before, under similar circumstances. I hated myself then as much as I hated myself now. Frank was supposed to come and get me at 1 am from a nightclub. At midnight I phoned him. "Hi honey it's me. I'm going to spend the night at Jessica's. I'll get a taxi in the morning." I moved back into the alley as this guy lifted my tight black skirt up round my waist. I was trembling and gasping as his fingers groped my ass and pussy through my tiny panties, and black tights. His young lips kissed my neck and I turned my head forcing my tongue into his mouth. I closed my phone and fumbled for the button to switch it off. This guy had asked me to dance and I just couldn't resist that sweet smile. As soon as we got to the dance floor he was all over me. I kept pushing his hands away but he was like a bloody octopus. "So are you really 18?" I asked, as I sunk to my knees in the alley. "18 and 4 months," he said with a grin, as I pulled down his zip. "Oh god," I purred with delight. I started sucking on his cock, after missing my target the first time due to the booze. "Jessica said we could go back with you two. So, have you really got a boyfriend?" I looked up into his eyes, smiled, and then gave him a drunken nod. I went back to sucking his cock, as he panted and groaned. I could feel my knees in a wet puddle, but I guess it didn't really matter to him, or me. I felt his hand grip my hair and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He pulled me to my shaking feet and bent me over a dustbin. I cursed as he ripped my tights to get at my wet pussy. That was when I started to puke. He must have heard me because he pulled off, cursing under his breath. "Go get Jess," I slurred. She got me back to her flat and put me to bed. The next morning I had a head that hurt like a rhino's after butting those safari jeeps. I got my clothes together and stumbled out of the Jessica's flat, tripping over her and several guys that lay sleeping all tangled together. I made it home around 7 am. Frank was asleep on the couch. I looked at the state I was in and decided to get to the shower quick. I got out of the shower and went to bed. There stood Frank with a sleepy look in his eye. "I fell asleep on the couch. Are you okay, you don't look very good?" he asked with a yawn. "My, um, period started, it hurts," I mumbled. "My ex used to have bad periods too." "Oh, really," I mumbled, as I climbed into bed. That was all I wanted, him going on about his bloody ex while I had a hangover that threatened to blow my head wide open! Frank was nice, but hell, he just wouldn't shut up about his ex and his mum. We had only been dating two weeks, and then he couldn't really decide if he wanted a relationship or not. That was part of the reason I ended up with the guy in the alley. Call it cheating if you want, but Frank hadn't slept with me, and I mean sleep with me. We had sex twice, but he was a little quiet and shy. That was why he slept on the sofa when I was out. He wouldn't sleep in my bed, well not yet. Still, I had his bloody mother to thank for that. She insisted even after the divorce that he should try to get back with his ex. So, here I was again, pretending to have a period just to stop him asking questions, and now I had gone back to bed on my boyfriend's insistence. I lay there for a few minutes and Frank brought me up a cup of tea. "I thought I'd go and see mum while you have a sleep," he said, as he kissed my cheek. I heard Frank go into Adam's room and tell him to be quiet. As Frank's car pulled away my bedroom door slowly opened. I pulled myself up and sat back against the headboard. I grabbed the quilt up to my neck, fearing my son wanted a repeat of last night. Adam appeared round the door. "What do you want?" I asked a little warily. He placed a drawing on the bed. "One last drawing of you, and then you can destroy it with the rest." He waited and smiled down at me, as I slowly picked the drawing up. 10.55 Ch. 02 So, there I was, sat on my bed in my bra and panties. My feet were arched, due to the very high heeled shoes on my feet. My tits were again much bigger than in real life, and near bursting out of my bra. I was bent forward slightly, and my mouth was plugged by a huge cock. My eyes were closed and I was sucking with my mouth stretched to the limit. It really was quite vulgar, especially the dribble out of the corner of my mouth. "Is that supposed to be you?" I asked with a gulp, "you're not that big." I pushed the drawing away, trying to ignore the feeling deep in my body. "So, are you scared to draw your face?" "I don't need to draw my face. The drawings are about a sex life, a fantasy sex life," he replied. "It's not my fantasy, far from it," I spat. "No, I said a fantasy sex life, it is just your face I draw in it." "So, is there no tiny boyfriend then?" I watched him pick up the paper and he scribbled for a few minutes. "Do you really want to see him?" he asked. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was teasing me. I snatched the drawing from him. My eyes quickly scanned the paper and I half gasped when I saw where Adam had drawn him. There he was even smaller than before. My tiny boyfriend's arms were trapped in the cups of my bra. His body was underneath the thin material that held my bra cups together. He was pinned like a fly in a trap with his back against my cleavage. There was no way he could get himself out. His face was turned up, but he was unable to watch his giant girlfriend give her giant son a blow job, because he wore a blindfold! "Why, is he wearing a blindfold?" I asked faintly. "Maybe it is better he doesn't know, like in real life." My eyes shot to my son. Then I looked down and saw Adam's hands slowly pulling the quilt down. My breasts came into view, and then my dark nipples. I looked up at Adam. His eyes were glued to my tits. He was studying them, not in a sexual way, well, not at first. "Mum, can I draw them, like in the print of the woman on the stairs?" I knew what my response should be, but my pussy didn't, she was as wet as hell! I couldn't bring myself to say anything, all I did was pull the quilt back up. Adam looked up into my face. He gave me this strange smile, it was almost like he knew I couldn't say yes, but because I hadn't said no, well, then maybe it was okay. "Mum, I love you," he mumbled, and then left me alone with the drawing on the bed. I lay there feeling so bloody ashamed of myself. I knew my face was bright red, and that my pussy was ruling my head, but did Adam sense this too! The blowjob I had given my son didn't really come into it anymore. It was like it never really happened! I was more concerned with wanting to see more drawings of myself. I stared at the drawings, playing with myself. My eyes kept being drawn to my tiny boyfriend trapped in my bra. It just got me hornier. I whimpered as silently as I could. My eyes danced between all the drawings, as my fingers danced over my pussy. In the end I had to close my eyes, fearing an overload to my brain. Finally I opened my eyes just my orgasm fell over the edge. There I was, sucking off my son, and barely able to get his cock in my mouth. I let out a whimper as the image burnt into my brain. I lay there for ages just staring at the ceiling. I fought to keep my eyes open, but finally I surrendered and slept. When I woke up I jumped. My eyes quickly scanned the bed. I breathed a sigh of relief. What if Frank had returned while I was sleeping? He would surely have come up to see if I wanted anything. I half chuckled with relief more than anything. God, if Frank found the drawings I couldn't imagine how I would explain their existence to him. No, they had to be destroyed, along with the other sketches Adam would bring home in the week. I wouldn't even look at them I told myself. I slipped the drawings back in my underwear drawer, right at the bottom face down. I went into the shower just as Frank came home. After we had eaten Frank took Adam to football practice. I resisted the urge to go to my underwear drawer. Well, for 20 minutes! I fingered my pussy in my panties, as I looked at the drawing where I was doing the same thing in front of people, who had crowded round watching me. I never had a chance to finish myself off, because Frank came back. Fumbling fingers struggled to get the drawings put back in their hiding place. Finally I slammed the drawer shut, just as my boyfriend announced his arrival to an empty lounge. "I'm up here," I called. I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was more of an attempt to cover my blushes than a loving gesture. Still, I was horny, and now in need of a right fucking. With my head full of Adam's drawings I pulled Frank on top of me. I took his hand and put it on my panties. He pulled back a little, and then I remembered why. "It wasn't my period. I just felt a little ill I think." He smiled and pushed his fingers down my panties. "God, you are wet," Frank moaned. "Then fuck me damn it," I hissed in his ear. He started fumbling with my panties, and I lifted my ass off the bed. He was now staring at my soaked pussy. "Lick me first, please?" I asked, as I held his shoulders down. "You really are wet," he said with a gulp. I knew why he was holding back. "Look, I am not your ex wife. Just lick me, I need it." His tongue made little tentative swipes. It was just like he had tasted something he didn't like. I'm afraid I was far more turned on than Frank, I suppose that didn't help, but he was holding back and it was winding me up. Grabbing his head and pulling him against my pussy had him recoiling. "Oh shit," I mumbled under my breath. "Eve, I'm sorry, I guess, I..." "Frank, this isn't bloody fair. I told you I wouldn't fool around on you. Just because she did, not all women are like your ex bloody wife!" I snapped. "Sorry, I know you're not," he mumbled. "Look, just fuck me then, I'm so bloody horny." He pushed into me and seemed to relax a little. "I'm sorry, I just saw her when I dropped Adam off at football. She was stood outside her house with him." I was trying to ignore what he was saying. I pulled his hips and tried to concentrate on myself. He still seemed a little reserved. "I won't cheat on you. I'm not like her. I haven't got a string of men waiting for you to go out the door. Now just give it to me, please?" He started pumping harder and grunting in my ear. I heard him gulp and choke a little, but he seemed a little more enthusiastic. "Do you promise you won't?" he mumbled faintly, "I know I'm not the best." His words seemed to gnaw in my head. Now and then he would have these insecure thoughts. Okay I did cheat once, but that was before I thought we were going to get anywhere. His hips were getting faster and faster. All of a sudden he was losing control. "Frank, it is fine, good, just keep going like that," I encouraged, with a pant. "You would tell me if you ever thought about going with someone else, wouldn't you?" he grunted. "What like her?" I quipped. As soon as I said that he whimpered, but his cock thrust deeper and he started panting. He lifted his head and then I saw the far away look in his eyes. He was turned on far more than I realised. From what he was like just 5 minutes ago I couldn't believe it. Then it all fell into place, well some of it. I couldn't be sure, but after what I had been told that I thought was a lie, well, it seemed to bring the doubt that I had hidden back to life. "Frank? Did Wendy ever fuck in front of you?" He didn't need to say anything he just grunted and filled my pussy, as his whole body trembled. "So, she kicked you out when she found someone better, is that right? You fucking well liked it. She fucked in front of you and you liked it!" I snapped. I pushed him off and sat up. He was bright red and he looked so shocked. He sat at the end of the bed and whimpered. "I couldn't help it. It, it just turned me on. But I don't want that with you, I swear I don't," he mumbled. Even now I didn't believe him. All respect for him had vanished, I felt sorry for him, but only because he was so pathetic. Mr Mouse was probably right for him now, just thinking that got my mind racing. Several people had seen his wife carrying on with guys in a nightclub. Some even said they had seen men coming out of Frank's house in the early hours of the morning. So, was Frank there all along? "I want you to leave. Frank, I'm sorry, but get some help before you try another relationship." He nodded slightly, as he dressed slowly with his head held low. I could feel tears in my eyes, but not because our relationship was at an end. The tears rolled because I felt sorry for him. "So, those things I've heard are true, about you watching her with other men?" Again he nodded. I suppose he must have heard what was going around about him, one way or the other. "Eve, you won't tell anyone why we ended, will you?" he asked quietly. "No, don't worry, we'll just say we went as far as we could and it wasn't working out." I gave him a little sympathetic smile, just to try and reassure him. "Did you ever think of asking me to go with anyone else?" He stopped and looked at me with red watery eyes. "No, I never wanted to, but the thought was there, sometimes," he replied. I sat there on the bed and listened for the door to shut, it did, quietly. Again I thought about my son's nickname for Frank. Did Adam know something about Frank and what his ex got up to, or was it just a coincidence? It was surprising how quickly I got over Frank. I suppose we didn't have a future anyway, even with or without knowing about his past as a cuckold. I did feel sorry for him and I did want him to sort it out, whatever made him feel that way. Anyway, for some reason the whole experience made me feel more at ease about Adam's drawings. Over the next couple of days I kept going to my underwear drawer, and not just for clean panties or a bra! "I'm going to get the drawings from dad's house tomorrow. Mum, do you want to see them, or shall I just get rid of them?" How could I respond to this question without making it obvious just how much I wanted the sketches? I settled for a quick grin and a wink at Adam. He smiled and winked back. Wednesday arrived and so did the butterflies in my stomach. Adam was due home in a few hours, and I told myself off for the constant wet feeling between my legs. I was fine and calm and in control, until he phoned. "I've got them, I'll be home in 20 minutes," he said, like it was some secret mission we were on. "Okay, hurry darling." I put the phone down and cursed myself. Why the hell did I tell him to hurry! I sounded just as eager to see them as he was to show them to me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, now I was ruffling my bloody hair. God, it was my son coming home, not a lover! But what he had in his possession had my palms sweaty and my heart racing! "I could only bring 4 drawings. I sort of censored the other 4." I looked across the table at him. "Adam, I told you to get them all, I don't want your dad or that bitch finding them. Look, I've seen what you draw. I'm not going to be shocked, well, not now I mean." His eyes seemed to be judging me for a second, as he chewed the last of his sandwich. "I haven't brought them, so it doesn't matter, does it?" "Look, your father is coming home early. He said he would take you to see the new Bond film." "Dad doesn't live here anymore, he lives with Ruby now." I had a habit of saying stuff like that. It still hurt that he had walked out for some tart way younger than me. Adam pulled his bag up from the floor. He pulled out the first drawing and slid it across the table to me. Already my breathing had changed a little. The first drawing was of my breasts, they filled the whole page. I felt a little disappointed, but when I looked closer I saw the red blemish, just to the right of my left nipple. I noticed that he had drawn my nipples erect. He even got that right, the slight up turn that they had. "You really do have an eye for detail," I mumbled, genuinely shocked that he had remembered everything. He slowly put the next drawing down on top of the first. The drawing had been coloured in. "Mum, I know you and Mister, I mean Frank have split up. But this was done a few weeks ago," Adam said apologetically. My eyes trailed over the drawing. I wanted to savour every pencil mark and every detail. So, there I was sat in my lounge in this drawing. It looked like Adam had drawn it sat on the floor in front of me, just where the video cabinet would be. I recognised the skirt and the sky blue panties from the day Adam looked up my skirt. Again my boobs were drawn bigger than they should be, and I had a very deep cleavage and rock hard nipples. My lips seemed fuller too, and Adam had put a real deep red lipstick colour on them. I looked back between my open legs at my panties. Adam had drawn a darker patch where I assumed I was turned on. I looked back up at my face. "What am I smiling at?" "Look at your left shoe," Adam replied. My eyes dropped to the bottom of the sketch. I shifted a little uncomfortably in the chair. When I had glanced over the drawing earlier, it just looked like the shadow of something. But now I could see it was a tiny arm sticking out from under my shoe. "Have, I squashed him?" I mumbled, almost afraid to ask. "No, he wanted to watch the cricket, and you wanted to watch a chick flick. You just trapped him there that is why you are smiling. The next drawing was put in front of me. I was stood under the light of a lamppost at night. My leg was bent and my foot level with my ass against the lamppost. My skirt had a split in it to the top of my thigh, and my stocking top and suspender strap was showing. The drawing was done from the side view, and my hand was on my hip, with smoke floating up from the cigarette in my fingers. Again I had huge breasts, and a tight top that Adam had coloured red, matching my mouth and red painted finger nails. My long brown hair was plumped up in big curls it looked a little messy too, but in a sexy way. "So, I take it I'm a prostitute?" I asked quietly. Adam didn't answer me. He slid the next drawing over the top of previous one. "This drawing follows on from the last," Adam offered. I took a deep breath, as my fingers touched the paper. My eyes scanned over the drawing. There I was wearing the same outfit. I was bent into the driver's side of a car, the door was wide open and my head was in the driver's lap. My right hand was holding the car door open, as well as clutching a fistful of notes. My skirt had been tugged up and the driver had his hand down the back of my red panties. The outline his fingers made in my panties was right where my asshole would be. My heart was racing as I took in every small detail that Adam had sketched. So, there I was, a prostitute, giving the driver a blow job as well as clutching the money he had paid me. For the first time I looked at the driver's face. His head was tipped back against the headrest and his mouth was open wide. "Adam, is that your father?" I choked, staring at the face in the drawing. "Shit! Dad's here," Adam said in a panic. We scrambled the drawings back into his folder. "Do you want to see the other drawings, the drawings I censored? I can get them Friday afternoon." I turned his head to me, and with a pounding heart I kissed him forcing my tongue into his mouth. As I moved away I waited anxiously for his reaction. His shock quickly turned to a smile, and I grinned back feeling a little embarrassed. My eyes drifted out of the window as Adam went to his father's car. Ruby had gotten out, and she gave Adam a big hug. My hand went up to my mouth, because as they parted they held hands briefly, and she grinned at him. Even from behind my net curtains, I could see the way her eyes devoured my son! I slumped down in the chair wondering about my son and her. Now I realised why he defended her from time to time. Okay, they got on, but why the little squeezing hand thing? As I lay in bed that night I heard Adam come in. I had calmed down now enough to stop myself from jumping down his throat, about holding hands with that cow! The following day he was up before me, and he had gone to school before I got up. On Friday as I walked through the shops, I couldn't get Adam out of my head. I went into a department store toilet. I fingered myself thinking about Adam, until I was interrupted by a couple of women that came in. My head was full of the drawings again, but more of what Adam thought of his mother. I told myself to behave, and the wicked thoughts I was having about Adam should be instantly dismissed, but then again, I had given him a blow job, and deep down I fucking well enjoyed it! My mind pictured his cock in my mouth as I walked through the store. I could feel my panties sticking to my pussy with every step I took. 20 minutes later I was in the butcher's shop. I half chuckled at the jumbo sausage, which quickly turned to my son's dick. Back out on the street with the Jumbo sausage in my bag, I put an extra wiggle in my walk. My braless boobs bounced around demanding attention, and they got it! Once I got home I decided that Adam was going to get to fuck his mummy. I just wanted him more and more, and now what the hell! Seeing his father had run off with that silly little tart then surely I could have what I wanted! As I got changed into something a little sexier, I had to resist the urge to touch myself. Deep down, I knew that if I did go over the edge and orgasm, then I would start having doubts about seducing Adam. I could tell by the little smirk on Adam's face he liked what he saw. It gave me confidence to smile at him and hold his hand as I kissed his cheek. I found myself eyeing him up as he got a coke from the fridge. I knew girls found him attractive, but now I was looking at him as they probably did. He had wavy blonde hair and lovely green eyes. He had a nice deep tanned body and one of those friendship bands on his left wrist that Maria, a schoolgirl, had given him. Poor Maria, she died from a drugs overdose or something a few months ago. Adam was into surfing and sports, and he was fast getting quite an athletic body. Although we never talked about sex, I guessed he was no longer a virgin. Still if he was, then surely he wouldn't mind his mum helping him out! "I saw two of your friends in town today," I said, as I crossed my legs. "Yeah, Zack told me he saw you. He fancies you mum, all my friends do." Again that little cheeky smile rolled over his lips. I grinned to myself at the way he was looking my legs up and down. "Oh, do they now?" I asked suggestively, fixing him in the eye and still grinning at him. I stood up and slowly made my way in front of him. My hands locked behind my back and I swayed a little from side to side. We just gave each other sexy little grins. He slowly looked me over. I watched amused, but very turned on, as his eyes travelled up from my yellow court shoes, up my honey coloured stockings, and then to my yellow sun dress with the blue flower print. "That was your father's chair," I stated with my hands now on my hips, as I swivelled my left foot on the thin heel of my shoe. "So? He's not here anymore," he replied. I put my feet either side of his outstretched legs, with my legs touching his. I put my hair behind my left ear and gave him a coy smile. I slowly inched myself forward until my knees were either side of his thighs. His eyes were staring at the buttons that held my dress together down the centre. I lowered my knees onto the chair straddling his thighs, until I was sat on his lap facing him. His eyes took in the straining buttons on my dress. He swallowed and reached for the bottom button. I gave him a little encouraging groan as the first button sprang from the button hole. I wondered if he could feel the wetness soak through my panties and probably his school trousers! Another button opened up and I looked at Adam's face. He was concentrating, taking in the sight of more and more of his mother's legs, as they came into view. The third button popped open and he pushed my dress open, like they were curtains on a stage. I pulled my fingers through his school tie. My eyes followed my fingers until I reached the end of his tie. 10.55 Ch. 02 "You are all hard for mummy then?" I purred faintly. I felt his fingers glide up my stockings, and onto the now exposed lilac suspender straps. I didn't want to quiver as he traced along bare thigh, but I did. I couldn't stop myself. He was bold and confident, and now pulling my suspender straps away from my thighs. I felt my stockings stretch under the firm but gentle pressure. I could see also the way he wrapped his fists into my lilac suspenders. I put my hand out slowly, and touched the cock that strained under his grey trousers. He flinched a little, but as if to get his own back, I felt a finger push against my wet lilac panties. I gasped as his finger traced over my tight panties. He ran it very slowly and deliberately, along my soaked pussy lips. "Not so smug now, are you?" he said, with a little grin. I suppose I was now panting and shaking, almost uncontrollably. I went to get up but his fist grabbed my suspender strap more firmly. My heart was pounding and I felt so powerless to stop him taking over. I couldn't believe it, this was me supposed to be seducing my son, now he had turned it right around! It felt ever so wicked, but so bloody sexy. His eyes burnt into mine, almost making me look away. "I bet you weren't dressed like this this morning, when you went into town?" he said softly, but almost like he was telling me off for something. I shook my head agreeing with him, in a little submissive manner. "You want it don't you?" he almost hissed. I nodded and again gasped. He had pushed his finger in the leg band of my lilac panties. And now it dived into my juicy pussy. "You didn't have stockings on, nor makeup this morning did you mother?" This time it was a definite hiss that he spoke with, and his finger pushed up making me rise off him a little. Again I shook my head, several times. I felt decidedly like he was telling me off now, and I was responding to it, very submissively! "Undo the rest of your dress," he mumbled thickly, and then swallowed. Now I was blood nodding, like a little willing frightened virgin! "You are just like a girl I know, she was all fingers and thumbs," he said, almost with distain. "What girl?" I panted. He just smiled at me, with a wicked glint in his eye. I cursed the mess I was making of stripping for my son. Never before had I ever got this worked up! Mind you, it didn't help the way he poked and prodded with his exploring finger up my wet, willing, pussy! Finally my dress flapped open, and Adam gasped. His free hand circled my left breast and he squeezed it. I watched with an open mouth, as it changed shape in his fist. It hurt a little, but god did it turn me on! He took a bigger handful and pulled again. I lifted up again off his lap, as his finger in my pussy started moving quickly in and out. I had told hold onto his shoulders, as I gasped and moaned. "Oh Adam.....oh my good god," I squealed. I trembled and shook as he kept up his assault on my pussy and tit. My orgasm was so intense I felt like I would pass out! "My other drawings are harder than anything you have seen so far, do you really want to see then?" he teased through gritted teeth. "Yes.....fuck me, yes!" I wailed, as I crumpled forward. I just lay slumped forward for a few minutes, until I felt his legs struggling to move. I kissed his cheek and moved back. "I need to clean up," he mumbled. I looked down and saw two wet patches. One from my pussy and the other from his cock! I hadn't even realised he had reached an orgasm. I moved down to the floor looking at my bright red tit that had been mauled and pinched. Then I looked up into Adam's eyes as he stood over me, still getting his breath back. I put my hand on his thigh and grinned at him. "Let me do it?" I asked softly. I carried on looking into his eyes as I tugged his zip down. My shaking fingers opened his trousers and I pulled them to his knees, along with his pants. His cock sprang up a little, and then it sort of slowed, but still kept rising. I could smell his spunk, and there it was smeared on his cock head. I grabbed his dick half way down. My grip increased as I pulled my hand up extremely slowly. I watched spunk ooze from the tip, just a single drop, hanging there, threatening to fall slowly like treacle. I opened my mouth and moved my head forward. "Holy fuck," Adam gasped, when he saw what I intended doing. I stuck out my tongue and looked up at my son's unbelieving face. I licked his cock head, making sure to pull it so everything oozed out. He actually shuddered and pulled back a little, but there was no way I would let his dick out of my hand. I left my tongue sticking out of my mouth for a few seconds. The little white puddle now held his attention, until I pulled it in my mouth and swallowed. "I need to clean up," he said again. I smiled a little surprised. I just held his cock and pushed my mouth over it, as far as I could. My tongue swirled around, and I made sure to cover every part of his cock that I could reach. Finally, I moved off still holding his cock. I looked up into his eyes. "I've just done it for you," I cooed. I got to my feet and started to do up my dress. I moved close to Adam, and I could see he didn't know what to expect. I took hold of his still hard cock and moved against him. I rubbed his cock over my wet panties, and then pushed it between my legs. I closed my legs and pinched his hard dick against the underside of my panties. I pulled his ass cheeks making sure his pelvis was hard against mine. I whimpered and groaned as I pulled back very, very slowly. Adam's cock rubbed hard under the gusset of my soaked panties. He shuddered and gulped. I squeeze my thighs tight together. The only contact between mother and son was my thighs and his stiff dick! "Hell mum, you are so bloody sexy," he mumbled. I grinned and kissed his lips, as I slightly shuffled my thighs, so they rocked my stocking tops on his erection. Finally I pulled away from his erection, just stopping and feeling it spring up the front of my soaked panties. When we both looked down he was fully erect. "I had better put the oven on. Then when we have had tea, you can show me your drawings," I said with a sexy grin. "Mum, can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked, in pleading tone. "We'll see darling. We'll see," I answered. I moved round the kitchen with my dress wide open. Adam sat watching and drawing me. As I moved past him he would grab something, anything! My tits got a mauling, and my pussy was groped by my very turned on son. My face was constantly red, and my thumping heart was echoing round my chest. Adam just gave me deep lust filled looks. He moved behind me while I was peeling the potatoes. He knelt on the floor with his head up under my dress. His lips kissed my ass as he lowered my soggy panties to my ankles. I clung to the sink as he pushed a finger between my legs and toyed with my pussy. "Adam, tea will be ruined," I said, for some strange reason. It still didn't stop him dragging me over to the kitchen table. He pushed me forward and moved between my eagerly spread thighs. I whimpered as he fed his excited cock straight into me. His thrust forward had me collapsing onto the table. His grunts were full of energy, and his trembling hands pulled back on my hips. So this was it, my son was taking what he wanted, and the thrill of his young cock had me gasping and groaning with lust. "Darling, you're hurting mummy a little bit," I whimpered. "Well I'm not going to stop, fucking you," he panted. "I don't want you to stop, sweetheart," I mumbled, as my jiggling tits rubbed on the hard wooden table. My words seemed to encourage him, he started hammering me harder, and digging his fingers in my hips. It wasn't long before we both came together in heavy grunts, and with shaking limbs. I ran my fingers through my messed up hair. I started doing my dress up, but Adam pulled my hands down. He pulled my sweat soaked dress off my shoulders and threw it on a kitchen chair. He pulled my panties up, and with trembling fingers I managed to get tea back on track, as Adam returned to his sketch pad. Half an hour later I sat down in just my panties, suspenders, stockings, and high heels. We started eating, giving each other silly little grins from time to time. Halfway through our tea Adam got up and stood next to me. I stopped eating and looked at the sketch he put next to my plate. There I stood bending into the oven. I was wearing what I had on now, my massive tits hung down very low. My nipples seemed almost 2 inches long and nearly touching the floor! Behind me there was a woman drawn from the waist down. Her hands rested on her hips, and in one hand dangled a whip. I looked at the marks across my bare ass. I knew they were supposed to be lines made from the whip. In the foreground on the floor was a dog bowl with the word MUM on the side. Adam was now rolling my nipples as I just stared at his sketch. He had only done it as a rough sketch, but in that time he had put detail where detail would say the most. "Who is the woman with the whip?" I asked slowly. "Does it really matter?" he said softly. I turned to him taking in the bulge in his pants. Everything was turning me on so much, my son playing with my nipple, his hard on, the drawing, and that woman who had just whipped me. Adam lowered his pants and his cock sprang up. I gulped and turned sideways on the chair. I bent my head forward a little and lifted his hard dick. He groaned as I started licking his balls and gently pulling his erection. "Who would you like the woman to be?" Adam asked. "I, I don't care," I panted, and then plunged my mouth over his cock. As I sucked and pumped him he became more eager. He pushed his cock further into my mouth and I rose up on the chair. He followed me pushing down on my shoulders. I choked a little but I didn't really mind. My head was full of the drawing. I knew who I wanted the woman to be, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell my son. "I want to do it on your tits," Adam grunted. I took his cock out of my mouth and started jerking him. I looked up into his red turned on face and gave him a submissive smile. "Darling, if you want to shoot on mummy's tits, then you do it," I purred. His hand took over, as I put both hands under my breasts and lifted and pushed them together. I held them up, offering them, like a shelf for him to land on. His hand was a blur for a few moments but suddenly it slowed. Any second now he would shoot out on his target. I gasped when the first hot jet hit me. It sent electrical waves through pulsing through my nerves. Adam hissed, grunted, and swore under his breath, his face had contorted as he shot load after load on my tits. The hot white streaks had my pussy running with juice. My mind was flooding with thoughts of Ruby whipping my ass in front of ex husband, and my son! I grabbed the tea towel as Adam slumped back in his chair. I wiped my soaked tits and threw the tea towel onto the floor in front of the washing machine. My trembling fingers picked up my knife and fork. "Oh dear, the food has gone cold," I said. 10.55 Ch. 03 We didn't sleep together that night. I think we were both quite drained by everything. The next morning I stood looking at the woman in the bathroom mirror. I just stared at her reflection for ages, until that little doubt hit me, the one in which you stare into your own eyes, and think it is not quite you looking back, that always made me shudder. Just waiting for something to burst out of the face in the mirror and attack me. I passed Adam's bedroom door, and then I went back and stopped to hear his gentle breathing as he slept. One minute I wanted to rush in there and wake him with a blowjob. The next minute I wanted to go and tell him no more drawings, and no more sex. The thought of people finding out what we were up to made me feel sick. But the excitement the drawings and the sex gave me was out of this world. I sat in my dressing gown sipping coffee and looking at his latest drawing. I don't really know who was more perverted, my son for drawing it or me for getting off on it! "Mum, are you okay?" a little voice asked from behind. "Adam, what we are doing is, well, it is." The words evaporated in my mouth as he gently kissed my neck. Why couldn't I tell him? "You are not making this easy for me, are you?" I croaked. "I can't pretend it never happened. I feel guilty like you do, but if we are careful we shouldn't have to worry about anyone finding out." "Don't you want someone your own age?" I panted, as his fingers went into my dressing gown and rolled my breasts. "Mum, I would crawl over 10 naked girls my age to get to you." "I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your mother. Can't you see how wrong this is?" I tipped my head slightly to one side. His soft lips and searching fingers had me squirming in my seat. I never did have much willpower. "God is going to strike me down you know?" "Well, he'll have to get past me first," he replied with a chuckle. He walked round next to me, and there it was, that bloody thing all hard in his shorts. I batted it lightly, but my fingers soon gripped it gently and I pulled it through his shorts. "Don't you ever go down?" I asked with smile. "Nope, not even when I'm sleeping," he joked. I stood up and looked deep into his eyes. I gave a defeated sigh and hugged him. He pressed his erection into my pelvis. I opened my dressing gown and trapped his hard dick between my thighs. He groaned a little, and I hugged him tight. I kept my legs together, squeezing his hot cock with my thighs. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I wanted his cock in me, in my mouth and in my pussy. "Will you suck me off?" he moaned. Deep down I knew no was the answer I should give. But the light pressure on my shoulders was all it took to have me dropping to my knees. "Jan is coming round at 9. We haven't got time," I mumbled. "I bet she would suck me off. She gives me some strange looks now and then." My mouth clamped to his cock and I started sucking. My head filled with thoughts of my neighbour getting her fat mouth around my son's dick. Adam started bucking his hips. His short gasping breaths gave the game away, and he held my head firmly as he pumped into my mouth. Looking up at him from down on the floor seemed to be quite apt, was I really his mother or his willing sex slave? He pulled me to my feet and we looked deep into each others eyes. The taste of his hot spunk still hung in my mouth. I took a deep breath. "If we are going to carry on like this, then I need time to think. Go out or something, just give me some space." He nodded and smiled. "I'm going to spend the day in the park, drawing you." Just his sexy smile had me wanting to drag him up to bed. The thought of me in his drawings flooded my head again. As he turned to go out of the kitchen I called him back. "Adam, I don't care what you draw me doing, anything, really. Just draw me with big tits again, please?" "You know you are giving me permission to be really rude? Maybe I'll show you the third prostitute drawing, the one where you hand the money over to Ruby?" I gulped and felt my face flush. "Was she the girl with the whip?" I asked softly. "Why not, if you want?" he replied, deliberately putting the ball back in my court. I called Jan and put her off. With everything that was going on I just wanted time alone. The next few hours I spent doing housework just to keep myself occupied, but my mind was never more than a few minutes away from my sexy son, and his drawings. I ended up stripping the sheets off my bed. They stayed on the floor for the next hour as I shuffled through Adam's drawings. Even now my fingers trembled at seeing them again. My bloody pussy was going to start complaining soon if I didn't leave her alone! It had been 4 hours since Adam had gone. I couldn't stop thinking about what he was drawing me doing. I fought with the quilt cover. I never liked changing the bedding on my own. Still, perhaps Adam would help, seeing as how he would probably spend more time in my bed than his own. I laughed, calling myself a sick bitch, but we both wanted it, but for how long? I thought of a thousand things to do to make him feel special. In the end I settled for doing nothing. He would get burger, chips, and beans for tea. No sexy little dress, no makeup, just mum. Tonight he would get something special, when we went to bed! He came home just after 5 o'clock. We gave each other, a little knowing smile. "Do you want to see my drawings?" "Later, when we go to bed," I said, watching the excitement grow on his face. We ate tea and washed up. I made coffee and we sat watching telly. We found ourselves just grinning stupidly at each other from time to time. I looked up at the clock. "I suppose it is a little early to go to bed?" he asked. "It's nearly 8 o'clock," I replied with a chuckle. He stood up and reached for my hand, I took it and we walked up the stairs. "Mum, these are really strong drawings, are you sure?" I slipped my hand under the sheet and gave his cock a little squeeze. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you," he said with a nervous chuckle. He opened his folder and handed me the first drawing. "The first two are from ages ago," he said quietly. I felt my son's lips on my shoulder, as my eyes cast down to the first drawing. I was totally naked, apart from a pair of black high heels. I was bent down on all fours with my head tilted up. My mouth was stretched around a huge cock, probably bigger than any woman could take in reality. The hard dick belonged to nobody in particular. Adam had just drawn the guy as a faceless man. Behind me was the torso of man, his hands were on my hips and his cock was, I guess, buried in my pussy. My body was in normal proportions, by that I mean no enormous tits, and no long flowing hair. "Well, what do you think?" Adam asked, as he kissed my shoulder. "It is far more artistic than the rest. It is still porn, but quite arty really." He handed me the next drawing. It was almost the same as the first, but with several mammoth differences, and with much more detail. I was still on all fours sucking and being fucked. But this time my tits were massive and I had my nipples pierced. Chains hung down from each piercing, and went to shackles in the floor. I suppose my nipples were stretched to 4 inches long, judging by the over all scale. "Well, this is more like your usual stuff," I mumbled. I gulped at the rest of the drawing. This was where things had my heart racing, and me feeling a little uncomfortable. Even so I was wet, very wet. My hair was long again, but the changes to the men were far more significant. The man I was sucking was dressed in just a dog collar. I recognised him as the local vicar from the church down the road. I didn't even know his name, but there he was with a handful of my hair, grinning down on me. He had such a wicked look on his face, whatever he was thinking must have been really disgusting. So, there I was giving him a blowjob, and struggling to accommodate his massive cock, much to his delight! The man behind me wasn't now just a torso. He was the old man from over the road. Now I know that doesn't mean much to you, but to me, it was quite a shock. The man was well into his 60's and Adam had given him the body to match. But this was the man who I fell out with around 5 years ago. Adam and his mates were kicking a ball around in the street. The ball ended up going through the old man's window. I stood at the door with Adam, about to make my son apologise. The old man came out and started yelling at us. He grabbed Adam's arm and I pulled my son back. We struggled for awhile and somehow my blouse got caught up in the scramble. As Adam ran off I realised my blouse had been torn wide open, and the old man was getting an eyeful of naked breast! He just gave me such a bloody sick grin, and licked his lips. I covered my breast as best as I could. I took some money out of my purse, intending to give it to him to pay for the broken window. The old man lunged at me, taking me completely by surprise. He pinned me against the wall, and pushed his clammy hand in my blouse and on my bare breast. His full fat weight pinned me to the wall, and his mouth covered mine and he kissed me hard. I struggled and twisted but just couldn't get away. By now my skirt was up round my ass and his grubby hand was fighting to get in my panties! He groaned with excitement as his tongue finally got into my mouth, and his hand got into my pussy! I managed to get my hand up and yanked him hard, by his greasy hair. As his body moved back a little my knee went into his fat gross groin. He stumbled and that was when I managed to get away. "You are a disgusting little man!" I snapped, as I hurried down his path. I didn't tell my husband what had happened, just that Adam broke his window, and I had sorted it. So, there I was in Adam's drawing, down on all fours, sucking the local Vicar and being fucked by the local pervert! "Why did you draw him?" I asked faintly, still staring at the old man. His lips brushed my shoulder. "No real reason, well, just that now and then I see him watching you, when you are out in the front garden." I gulped and stared at the grinning face of the old man on the paper. I knew he watched me from time to time. I was bloody angry to start with, but, for some reason I would find myself bending over in my tight shorts, giving him the view he wanted. The thought of him actually getting to fuck me, seemed to be mirrored in the drawing. I bet he would savour every second. "Here, these two I did in the park today. Are you sure you want to see them?" My mind was racing with what my son would draw next. I was a little shocked by the last drawing, but me being me, I was getting too turned on to care. I wish he had a thousand sketches to show me. I just wanted more and more, I couldn't help myself now, and I think Adam knew it also. I picked up the next sketch, as Adam pushed his hand under the sheets and rested it on my bare thigh. In this drawing I was fully clothed. I had a wedding dress on that was so short it didn't even cover my white stocking tops! The veil was down over my face. Adam drew it so my face was a little fuzzy because of the veil, but it was definitely my features underneath. I had my arm through the man's in the suit next to me. Adam hadn't drawn his face. He hadn't given my new husband any features that I would recognise. Again I had huge tits and long flowing hair. But what really caught my eyes were my tiny panties that Adam had drawn pulled down to the just above my knees! I stood there, clutching my posy marrying this man who had no face, in a white mini dress with my bloody panties down to my knees! "Who, is he, who am I marrying?" I mumbled, not sure if I really wanted to know. Adam's hand drifted between my legs. I opened them slightly, and his fingers found out just how wet I was. "Oh god, Adam who is he?" I choked, as he fingered me more forcefully. "Who do you want it to be?" he replied. I closed my eyes as my shoulders shook. My mouth hung open panting and swallowing. Under the covers I could hear my wet fanny squelch. I opened my eyes and look at the faceless man. My orgasm hit me as I thought of every man I knew. The old man across the street, imagine that! Me marrying that dirty old pervert with my panties already down waiting for him! Adam's face took over, god, could I really marry my son! My breathing had become hollow little grunts, as I looked at my belly. Adam had drawn me around 8 months pregnant! Slowly I fell back on my pillow. Adam pulled his fingers out of me and I closed my eyes. I could feel my bare chest rising and falling. "Do you want to see the next drawing?" "Fuck Adam, I need to rest first. Why, why did you draw me pregnant?" "Why, did it turn you on that much?" I felt him kiss the top of my head. I smiled with my eyes closed still getting my breath back. "You really are disgusting, aren't you?" I said with a chuckle. "It gets you hot though doesn't it, like your old boss at the café?" I opened my eyes and looked at him. How did he know about that? My fat Greek boss used to give some of the girls a bonus, if they turned a blind eye to his wandering hands. He gave me lift home one night, and I sat with him in his car. His hands were all over me, down my blouse, and up my skirt, while I jerked him off. I just kept my eyes focused on £50 on the dashboard, as he kissed and groaned in my ear. As soon as I felt him shoot in my hand I grabbed the money and jumped out of the car. Still, I wasn't as bad as Claire. She would stay behind and let him fuck her. She got paid like I did, but I think she actually loved getting some action, with her husband away in the navy. I don't know why we all put up with him. It wasn't as if he was nice. He was fat, crude, and so bloody difficult to work for. But he seemed to have a knack of knowing which one of his girls was vulnerable, either that, or he just tried it on with all of us! So Adam did see that night. I saw the curtain twitch as I got out of the car. Even if Adam didn't see what happened he would have noticed his mother doing her blouse back up. Adam came back from the loo and got into bed. "How much of it did you see?" He smirked. "Everything, when you pulled up in his car I saw him put the money on the dash. Even from my bedroom I could see you fretting over whether to do it or not. You just sat there as he put his hand up your skirt. He was grinning the whole time. Was he really that arrogant he knew you would do it?" I ignored his question, but he was right. I had little money at the time, and going from 10 quid for a grope as usual to 50 for a hand job was always going to swing it. Adam placed the last drawing in front of me. I looked it over and then looked Adam in the eye. "Mum, I know you are a little submissive. Okay you probably don't like to admit it, but I used to hear things." I looked back at the drawing, and then started remembering back to what Keith and I used to get up to. I used to love dropping to my knees in front of him. I would drag his zip down with my teeth. We would play games like that a lot. Sometimes he would just walk up behind me and take me. Other times he would stand there and jerk off over my face. Either way I loved it, and I loved it when he denied me an orgasm for a few days. Little did I know that when he teased me saying, he was getting it somewhere else, the bastard actually was! Yep, stupid little me I guess. I thought it was all part of the game, but he was doing that fucking tart, while keeping me horny at the same time! So, this next drawing was pulling at all the strings in my heart, and my head. I had told Adam to draw whatever he liked, and he had. But this drawing was so true to my past, in a way I couldn't believe it. I was stood in a garage. Adam must have listened at the bedroom door the night Keith told me this fantasy. I was naked and my hands tied up above my head. My tits were again huge and my hair very long. Behind there was a guy bending into the engine of a car. Next to him two men were talking, and looking at a clipboard one of them was holding, the other guy seemed to have his hand behind me, touching my ass. A middle aged couple were walking past the garage doorway. They were both looking me with little sniggering grins. By my side holding a phone to her ear was a young woman. She looked sexy in a tight fitting blouse and short skirt. Her blonde hair was up in a neat ponytail. As she talked into the phone she was holding the biggest vibrator I had ever seen, it had lumps and ridges all over the thing. It was covered in juice, and a strand stretched from the tip of the vibrator to my pussy! All over my body I could see grubby hand prints from the mechanics, but at my feet lay 10 condoms, all used! Next to my left foot was a sign, 'free sex for every car serviced' so, I guess I was an incentive. I looked back at the girl on the phone, yes, it was Ruby. Slowly Adam pulled the drawing out of my hand. He placed another one in its place. "I thought you might like something normal," he said. I took a deep breath, just composing myself after the last drawings. There I was stretched out on the bed, naked, with my head tipped back and my legs open, my right knee was bent with my foot on the bed, and my left leg straight out. My left hand was mauling my left breast, and my right hand was buried deep between my legs. The sketch was drawn from my bedroom door looking in, and on the door frame was a hand. "Is that you, watching me?" I asked faintly. He nodded and smiled. I put the drawing down and reached under the covers. My hand found his hard cock and I pulled him on top of me. He eagerly pushed into me as I relaxed my head onto the pillow. His hips started moving in a slow rhythmic motion. My head was again full of his drawings, only the last one more than any other. The thought of my son watching me while I was unaware, was quite something. I started flexing my hips meeting his full slow thrusts. This was probably the first loving fuck we had managed, even so I sensed Adam wanted to let go. But maybe he was doing this for me now. We looked into each others eyes, and I could see the passion and the fire in his. "Is that nice my baby?" I cooed. "Fuck, yeah," he mumbled. "What about this then?" I asked quietly. I pulled my legs together a little, and my pussy tightened on his hard dick. "Awesome," he panted back. His thrusts became more urgent and much deeper. His head fell slowly forward and buried itself into my neck. I closed my arms around his back and clung to him. His grunting became more urgent, and I could feel his body quivering over mine. "Go on honey, let go, give it all to mummy," I whispered. I felt his cock twitch and his body jerk. I closed my eyes savouring the feeling of him shooting into me. As the days past we carried on fucking each other. Adam carried on drawing me in a range of poses and situations. I'll admit that some of the drawings I was a little uncomfortable with, but, at some point each drawing became my favourite as I played with myself. After two months I had little or no guilt about what mother and son got up to. But often the fear of being found out worried me. I let Adam go on holiday with my ex and Ruby. But I felt quite smug about Adam telling me he would rather stay with me. Still, I had a surprise for him when he returned home, and it couldn't have worked out better. My ex husband gawped, and his stupid girlfriend looked positively jealous, even Adam took a while to recover, but he soon gave me a little smile. I stood in the doorway waving my ex off down the road, with Adam's hand resting on my ass out of view of them. 10.55 Ch. 03 "Well, what do you think of mummy's new boobs?" I asked with a chuckle, as I took my blouse off. He dropped his trousers and showed me his erection. "Perhaps I should go away more often?" he suggested, with a cheeky grin. "No way am I going any bigger, lover," I replied with a chuckle. Of course new boobs mean a new wardrobe, and Adam had a few ideas of his own about what might look good on mummy. Some of it I just refused to buy, until I saw the drawings that Adam made of me wearing various outfits. That was it, off we went in search of the clothes and underwear he drew me in. The clothing varied from the normal nurse uniform to a full length Victorian costume, with a few changes. The full length skirt had a black net over it and as Adam suggested, I cut out the skirt underneath, which left just the black net to show off my stockings and suspenders underneath. So there I was staring at the drawing. I was stood in some palace somewhere with my arms stretched up and chained to a beam above my head. Under the net skirt was man with his head buried between my legs. The side view also showed another man with his hands spreading my backside and his face pressed deep between my ass cheeks. I felt Adam's tongue gently lick my pussy, as I stood in the same outfit he had drawn. I held his head through the fine net of the skirt and groaned with approval. My legs soon lost their strength, as Adam rammed a finger deep inside of me. I clung to his head as my orgasm swamped me. My eyes went back to the drawing where I saw Jan from next door, pulling my left nipple with a wicked grin on her face. Again faceless people stood around watching this all take place. Over the following days I would leave Adam a name on a piece of paper. A few weeks later the 10 watching faces were filled in with faces of the names I left him. Adam and I shared the same bed now. Even so I knew this was going to have to end. He was off to Art College in a few weeks, and I would cry some nights when he was out with his friends. Even though we spent a lot of time together I still felt cheated. I was losing my son and my lover, and life just didn't seem fair. I suppose I should have been thankful for the times we had, but my mind wouldn't see it that way. When he did leave I cried again. I was like a zombie for a week or two. Six months later I got on a train, the 10.55 to London Waterloo. I arrived at the art college after getting a taxi, and getting ripped off by the driver I think. My heart was beating like mad and my stomach felt like it would turn over with every step I took. We just stared at each other, and he smiled. He took my hand and I went into the flat. "Mum, are you really sure about this?" "Are you, I mean it was your idea?" He nodded and we hugged. 10.55 was the time I left my home town to live in a rented flat with my son, even the date was 10/5/2005. That was 4 years ago, and we have been together ever since. Maybe it will come to an end like all good things seem to do. But for now we are happy, living as mother and son as far as anyone is concerned. But behind closed doors we fuck each other stupid, like the last two rabbits on earth, and then there are always the drawings, lots of drawings. Adam never ceases to amaze me with all the different things he has me doing. I've been a pirate's whore, a prison warden, a vampire's victim, and a lady of the manor. I've been gang banged on a train, in a pub, and in a German village during the war when I was a spy. I could go on and on, but I think whatever you could think of Adam will have or will draw me doing it at some point. I just wonder where I would be if I had ripped the first drawings up and gone berserk at him. Well, I guess you wouldn't have read this for a start, would you?