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Allegra & Steve Ch. 01

By: shevyone



Human nature is hard to predict, or to explain. We often do things that defy rational explanation. Perhaps that is what makes life so interesting. 

I had considered myself to be a very sensible, levelheaded person. Someone not prone to taking brash, impulsive decisions that would lead to soul searching later on. And yet here I am, caught up in a vortex entirely of my own creation. Not knowing what to do next.

Perhaps, I should tell you more about myself. I am a single mother, in my mid-thirties. I had gotten married right after graduation to my High School sweetheart. Evan had been the only man in my life, and everyone looked upon us as the dream couple. Our son Steve was born a year after marriage, just as I turned nineteen. I quickly settled down to being the ideal housewife and mother. 

This idyllic world was shattered when I discovered Evan having an affair with a colleague, a young man with long eyelashes, named Brian. I was devastated, but had the courage to file for a divorce. Steve was only four at the time. Fortunately, finances were not a problem since my parents were very supportive of my decision to leave Evan. I went back to college and took an MBA. Soon after that I started my own business, a PR firm. My father was of immense help in those early years. I worked like there was no tomorrow, and within a few years, I had established myself in the industry. Allegra Associates had become a name to reckon with, and I was earning a reputation as a professional who could be depended upon to deliver the goods.

I once again moved out of my parent's house, and began a new life as a single parent. Steve was the son that every parent wishes for. He had inherited his fathers dazzling looks and also my steel resolve to succeed in everything he did. He was in the High School debating and football teams and was also a straight A student. And more than anything else, he was completely devoted to me. Steve knew what his father had done and had never forgiven him. He was very proud and protective of me, and we shared a very close relationship. Over the past year, he had blossomed from a boy to a young man. He was devastatingly handsome, and at 18, was already 6 feet tall and still growing. He had clear blue eyes, a strong jawline, and a devastating smile. He was a replica of his father; the same confident personality, the same charm and poise, and that achingly attractive smile that made girls swoon over him.

Steve was graduating from High School in a few more weeks, and was preparing to enter college. I had wanted him to go to either Harvard or Stanford, because I wanted the best for him. But he was still very protective of me, and could not bear the thought of moving so far away. Finally, after a lot of arguments, we decided on Duke, which was only a couple of hours away. Secretly, I was also happy at this decision since I would now get to see him more often. In a way, this was his last summer at home, and there was a sense of poignancy, that both of us felt.

One Friday evening, I had to work late. I had been pursuing a new account for the past few months. And I was hoping to finalize the deal over dinner with the client. Normally, I kept Friday evenings free for my son. It was a long-standing tradition with us. We always did something special on weekends. So it was a touch of guilt that I called up Steve to cancel our dinner plans. I told him that I would be late, and that he was not to wait up for me.

"Sure, mom," he replied in his usual cheerful manner, "don't worry about me. I'll call in a pizza or something. Let's have a late breakfast tomorrow." 

I smiled to myself. My son was such a darling. I knew that he had been looking forward to dinner this evening. We had planned to go to a new Thai restaurant. But as usual, he did not want me to let me know that he was disappointed. He was so careful about not hurting my feelings. 

It was close to midnight when I returned home. I had had several glasses of wine, and had a nice buzz, and was looking forward to a good night's sleep. I let myself into the house, and slowly walked up to my bedroom. 

As I passed Steve's room, I noticed that his door was ajar and I could see him lying in his bed, fast asleep. Moonlight streamed into the room from the window and cast an ethereal glow over his bed. It was a warm summer night, and Steve was wearing just a pair of boxers and a t- shirt. 

As I stepped into the room to give him a goodnight kiss, my eyes strayed down to his shorts. His fly was open and his penis was sticking out. I moved closer, and had to stifle a gasp over what I saw. His penis was enormous. It was easily over 7 inches; and it was not even erect. It was lying flaccid over his right thigh, like a fat, purple veined slug. The crown was huge, and the thick ring of his cockhead was clearly outlined under the velvety folds of foreskin. A thicket of golden hair covered his crotch, and I could see his balls resting heavily beneath his cock. Two enormous sacs the color of golden wheat. I stepped closer to the bed, fascinated by the sight of my young son's man sized cock. He was only 18 and already he had a cock that was much bigger than his that of his father. 

One part of my mind was telling me that I was his mother, and that I should move away. But the other part of my mind, the part probably dulled by the wine I had consumed, was urging me on. Making me respond like a shameless slut to the stimulus of a virile young cock. My heart was throbbing and I unknowingly parted my legs slightly in response to an unspoken ache. 

I had to see more of this wondrous cock. Motherly instincts be damned. I brought my face closer to his crotch to have a better look. His cock looked beautiful in the moonlight, and I could also smell his muskiness. A masculine aroma that was a combination of sweat, soap, and cock. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

It was intoxicating. I was getting almost mesmerized by the sight and smell of this virgin young cock. Seeing Steve's penis up close, I was reminded of the fact that I had been celibate for a very long time. My present life did not provide me too many opportunities for sexual dalliances and I had consciously kept my social life almost dull and boring.

Now, the sight of my son's thick penis released a flood of memories and longing in me. I remembered my High School days when Evan and I would make out at every possible opportunity: in the music room, behind the bleachers, at the drive-in. I used to love giving head to Evan, deep throating him till he came in thick copious spurts in my mouth. 

Remembering those days, I started salivating and desperately wanted to get a taste of the penis just a few inches away from my face. I wondered what it would feel like to take that monster into my mouth and suckle it. I did not care that this was my son; someone I had given birth to. 

Suddenly, Steve shifted, and mumbled something in his sleep, and the spell was broken. I straightened up and pretended to pull the blanket over him. The movement woke him up.

"Oh hello Mom," he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Did you just get in?"

"Yeah, baby," I whispered. "I noticed that your door was open and just came in to tuck you in. Go back to sleep, honey."

I leaned across and gave him a kiss on his lips. His lips were soft and tender. 

"Mmmm... mom, you smell wonderful, as always," he muttered dreamily and turned over and went back to sleep.

My mind was a maelstrom of emotions, and I felt weak in my knees. I sat down on his bed, stroking his silken hair and looking down on his handsome features. Conflicting emotions washed over me. I realized that my own son was sexually arousing me. My maternal instincts were being challenged by feelings of pure lust and my hitherto dormant libido. I was in a torment and didn't know what to do. 

I sat there for a few more moments, relishing the sensation of stroking his hair and looking down upon his young innocent face. There was a growing wetness between my legs, and my whole body was feeling hot and flushed. This was my son, I realized. My baby who I had suckled, and bathed and fed and protected. Someone who had come out of my womb; my own flesh and blood. And yet he was also a strapping young man with an enormous cock who was making me moist with desire. A very handsome hunk of a man who could probably fuck my brains out, if I so desired.

I closed my eyes and sat still for a while, trying to gather my emotions. The taboo word incest sprang into my mind. I remembered watching porn movies with Evan that featured incest. Fuck movies in which sluttish mothers made guiltless love to their stud sons. Could I allow myself to turn into such a wanton degenerate? No, I decided, I should not do anything rash that would destroy my little baby' s life. 

With a sigh, I got up and walked back to my room and undressed. As I took off my panties, I noticed that the gusset was soaking wet with juices. I brought the panties up to my nose and sniffed the gusset. It was an intoxicating smell of perfume and pussy juice and it made me giddy with desire. 

I slowly brought my fingers down to my crotch. It was like a hot steamy swamp between my legs. My thick patch of pubic hair was slick with juices and even my inner thighs were coated with wetness. And my outer labia were puffed up and swollen. I eased one finger into my dripping hole, and let out a loud groan as it sank in wetly. 

Oh my God, it felt so good. I quickly threw off the rest of my clothes and collapsed onto the bed, masturbating myself to an earth shattering orgasm. I did not care that the image that floated in front of my eyes as I pleasured myself was that of the big thick cock of my son. As I drifted off to sleep, all I wanted was to have that cock inside me. 

The next morning, I woke up quite early. I wanted to put the previous night's happenings behind me. Steve was still asleep. I quickly brushed my teeth and put on a pair of silk running shorts and a white tank top over my sports bra and went out for a jog. I wanted to clear my head, and the best way was to go for a punishing run.

I started out slow, and quickly got into an easy rhythm. I ran down the river and the early morning breeze felt wonderful. I could feel the muscles in my legs rippling and stretching out. 

There were a number of early morning joggers on the track, and some of the men were giving me unabashedly admiring looks as I passed by. 

I knew I looked good, and enjoyed their attention. I had always taken care of my body, with regular workouts at the gym and watching what I ate. At 5'.8" I weighed only 120 lbs., most of it muscle with very little flab. My stomach was lean and taut, my breasts were a firm C cup size, and my long legs were sleek and tan. I had been generously endowed with a shapely ass, and the constant workouts ensured that even in my mid-thirties, my proud ass had not succumbed to the pull of gravity. Normally, I would get a little irritated when men gave me the "hey there babe" looks. But this morning, I felt excited and even slightly turned on when they looked at me appraisingly. It gave me an erotic charge.

I jogged for almost an hour, and returned home pleasantly flushed and tired. When I got back, Steve was already up and was getting breakfast ready. He was still in those boxers, and the sight of him moving around got me thinking about the previous night once again.

"Hi, mom," he greeted me. "I'm making blueberry pancakes and buttermilk biscuits. Is that okay by you?"

'Sure honey," I replied. "Anything you do is fine with me." I grabbed a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and sat down at the dining table watching him make batter for the pancakes. 

As he moved around, I could see the outline of his penis framed against the thin material of his boxers, and once again I felt a stirring somewhere deep inside me as the image of his thick cock came rushing into my mind.

" Wow, mom," he said, glancing up at me. "Looks like you have had a grueling workout." His eyes ran up and down my body, as though he was seeing something for the first time. 

" You look as though you have just come in from a sauna." He looked hard at me once again.

I suddenly realized that I was sweated through completely. My tank top was fully drenched in sweat and was plastered to my sports bra. The silk shorts had almost become transparent with perspiration and my flesh colored hipster panties was clearly outlined beneath the sodden material.

"Yeah," I replied. "It was a pretty tiring run. Look at me. I am soaked through. Hand me that towel." 

I took the towel and started wiping the sweat from my arms and shoulders. I then rolled my tank top up, and mopped my stomach and midriff. I pulled open the waistband of my shorts and ran the towel over my lower belly. 

All the while I could see Steve's eyes following my every move. I pretended to be oblivious of his looks and continued what I was doing. 

I could sense an erotic charge coursing through me. My pussy was getting incredibly moist and I felt my nipples harden and become erect. I glanced down and saw them poking out impudently through the damp bra. They were sticking out a good half-inch, and I was certain that Steve could not but notice them.

I saw him glance furtively at me, looking suddenly uncomfortable. I pretended that nothing was amiss, and continued to wipe my neck and arms. I lifted my hands and patted my armpits, wiping them free of sweat. This action made my breasts thrust out even further. All the while I kept up a steady chatter of conversation so as to keep him at ease.

I then got up and walked past him to get a glass of orange juice, brushing against his body with my backside. I maneuvered myself in such a manner that my ass gently snuggled up against his crotch as I passed by. Bingo! I could sense a little bump as I did that. My little baby was getting a hard on seeing his mommy's breasts. 

At that moment, I decided that I was going to seduce my son; consequences be damned. An idea quickly formed in my mind. 

"Honey, what are your plans for the day," I asked.

"Oh, nothing special," he replied. "I thought I would just hang around the house. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I need to go shopping, and was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming with me."

"That will be great, mom. Perhaps, we could have lunch later on at that new Italian restaurant."

"Okay, then. It's a date," I smiled at him. " Only thing is I need your help before that. After breakfast, can you please do my laundry? I have some work to attend to before I can make myself free for the day."

"No sweat, mom," he replied. "Anything to help you out.

In fact, I have already put in a load of my laundry. As soon as that is done, I will do yours." He gave me a warm hug as he laid out the breakfast on the table. 

As soon as breakfast was over, I went to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and donned on a short robe. I then took out the laundry basket to sort out the clothes for wash. 

I quickly put my regular clothes into a separate pile and filled the basket with my undergarments - slips, teddies, camisoles, brassieres and panties. I put the sports bra and the damp panties I had worn while jogging right on top of the basket. The panties were completely wet and there was a strong musky aroma wafting up from the gusset. I was certain that Steve could not but help notice it.

I carried the laundry basket down to the basement. Steve was already there, folding his laundered clothes.

"Here, this is my load. It's mostly my lingerie. So please do them carefully. Be sure to use the gentle wash cycle" I added. 

He nodded without looking up. "Don't worry. Ma. I will take care of it. I know how fastidious you are when it comes to your lingerie."

"Okay honey. I am now going up to make a few phone calls. After that my shower, and then we can leave. Remember, you are mine for the day, young man."

I gave his arm a gentle squeeze and climbed up the basement stairs. When I reached the top, I closed the door, leaving just a little gap through which I could surreptitiously look down into the basement and watch him sort through my laundry basket. 

Just as I had anticipated, Steve's attention fell on my damp panties. He picked up the wispy garment and seemed to notice the musky odor emanating from it. 

Furtively glancing up the stairs to see that I wasn't around, he brought the panties up to his face and inhaled deeply. He rubbed the material between his fingers, feeling the slippery wetness. And in an almost reflex action, he stuck his tongue out and tentatively licked the gusset, getting a taste of the wet slick. I could hear him whimpering softly. 

Straightening up, he emptied the laundry basket on the table and started examining each item of lingerie more closely. It was as though he had discovered something new, something forbidden. He went through the entire pile of undergarments, feeling them, stroking them and smelling them. 

One of his hands went down to his boxers, slowly fondling his cock. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be lost in his own private world

I smiled. I have him hooked, I thought to myself. My son is intoxicated by the smell of my pussy!! The rest would be easy.

Watching him, I was getting excited myself. My hand went inside my robe, to my cunt. My pussy was very wet, and the insides of thighs were slippery with cunt juice. I ran my fingers across my plump pussy lips, rubbing their slick insides, and occasionally probing one finger inside. I brought my hand up to my face and slowly licked my wet fingers, tasting my tart juices. I felt very wicked and sluttish; something I had not felt like in years.

When I looked down into the basement, Steve had taken his cock out of his shorts. He was holding one of my teddies to his face and was slowly stroking his penis. His cock was enormous, easily over 9 inches and it was almost glowing in the 

basement light. His eyes were closed, and I could hear him murmur to himself, " mommy, oh mommy."

I quietly opened the door to the basement and crept down the stairs without making any noise. Steve's eyes were still closed and he was pumping his throbbing cock to an inner rhythm.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I asked gently.

Steve's eyes flew wide open when he heard my voice. His face became red with embarrassment when he saw me standing in front of him and he quickly dropped the teddy on the floor, and released his cock from the other hand.

He started stammering. "I am sorry Mom. I don't know what came over me." His head dropped down and his voice started to break. He looked like he was going to burst into tears any minute.

I stepped close and hugged him. "Honey," I said. "It's okay. At your age, boys do such things."

"But," he almost sobbed. "What I did was dirty. I am so sorry. Please forgive me for what I did."

"Of course, honey, I forgive you" I replied. "This is a natural part of growing up. Boys get curious about women. It's part of your awakening sexuality"

I held his hands in mine as I propped myself on the edge of the table used for sorting and folding clothes. "So since when have you been getting turned on by lingerie?"

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it."

"No honey. There is no need for any embarrassment. Unless you talk about what happened and get it off your chest, you will carry guilty feelings in your mind. And I don't want that to happen." 

"Well," he began tentatively. "A couple of months ago, this girl Amy started developing a crush on me. We have been seeing each other a lot since then."

" So, have you both started making out? "I asked.

"Not really. She says she is not yet ready. And I also don't feel like forcing her. She is really a sweet and innocent girl. That's the main reason I am attracted to her."

"That's real nice of you, Steve. I am proud of you. You


Allegra & Steve Ch. 02



Chapter Two

Shevyone

It was a glorious morning as we set out to the nearby town of Ashland where an upscale mall had recently been opened. I thought it would be just the place for me to celebrate my newfound sense of wantonness.

I was wearing a cream rayon skirt that flattered my tan thighs and a lime green sleeveless shirt that barely reached down to my navel. Open toed sandals in white leather, and a Yankees baseball cap completed the college co-ed look. Dressed in khaki chinos and a button down shirt in lemon yellow pin stripes, Steve was looking quite preppie, and delectably handsome. 

"Mmmmmm." I remarked, as we approached the car. "You look very handsome, young man. Are you having thoughts of seducing anyone?"

"I don't know about that," he replied looking at me. "I think I am more in the mood to be seduced by an older woman."

"Aha, my son is getting good at repartee, is it? Here," I said throwing the keys of my Lexus to him, "you have been wanting to take this car out ever since I purchased it. Today, you can drive. I think you have earned your spurs."

"Oh, mommy, you are the sweetest." Grabbing me by the waist, my son lifted me off the ground and kissed me on my lips. "I promise, I will drive carefully." 

Arriving at the mall well before noon, we found that the place was not yet crowded. We got a parking space not far from the entrance, and quickly made our way inside. Anyone watching us would not have guessed we were a mother and son. More like an attractive woman with a younger lover.

The mall was one of the new concept malls, with fountains, indoor gardens, food courts, specialty shops, and just about everything else to seduce a shopper into spending more money. The place was attractively laid out, and it was quite a pleasure to walk around just looking at everything.

"Honey," I said, when we came to La Femme, a lingerie boutique. "I have to buy new underwear. Do you mind if I stepped in here?"

"Mom, do you really need any more underwear right now? You have so many pairs already."

"Well, I suppose, I really don't 'need' any. But I feel like buying some anyway. I am in that kind of mood. And," I added with a sly smile, "if you are a nice boy, I will even let you help me choose some." 

Steve's eyes immediately began lighting up. "Really, mommy. Now that is something I would love to do. I have never been inside a lingerie shop before."

"Shhhh...." I cautioned him. "Go easy on calling me mommy in public. People might find it kinky to see a grown up son helping his mom select her underwear."

Walking inside the shop, we discovered it was tastefully done up in pastel shades, and the displays were mounted aesthetically. Seeing me, an attractive, middle aged woman came up to us. She must have been in her early forties, and was stylishly attired. 

"Hello, I am Diane and welcome to La Femme. I own this shop. Please tell me how I can be of assistance to you."

"Well," I replied, "we are just looking around. My lover here is in a romantic mood. He wants me to splurge on expensive lingerie. He says that will make him feel good."

"Sure, I bet it will," she replied saucily. "That's what lingerie is for, isn't it? " She turned to Steve. "You have anything special in mind sir?"

"Everything here looks very pretty," Steve replied looking around the shop. "But what I like most," he began adding in a slightly conspirational tone, "are silk and lace. And it has to be very classy."

"You are a lucky lady," Diane responded, looking at me. "He is a man of style." She beckoned us to follow her to an inner section of the shop. 

"Here, I think the La Perla selections are just what you want. Very European and classy. I am sure you will like this range."

"Mmmm, La Perla," I replied. "I am impressed. Not many shops in this area stock the brand. I always have to get them from New York."

"I am glad to have a customer who appreciates the expensive things in life." Diane squeezed my arm in an intimate gesture. "Now that you have discovered La Femme, you don't have to travel to New York each time you want to splurge on lingerie."

"Surely, that's a relief," I responded as I walked around looking at the displays. "I love the way you have set up your shop. And so many lovely designs and patterns. I think I am going to find it difficult, making up my mind."

"Oh, honey. Take as much time as you want. Just let me know when you are ready for billing." 

"Some of these designs look very, very alluring. Can I try them on?" 

"Sure. The trial rooms are at the back. One condition, though. With intimate apparel, once you have tried them on, you will have to purchase them."

"Oh, surely yes. It's just that I would like to give Mr. Handsome here, a preview of what's in store for him this weekend." 

"In that case, you should definitely look at the range of French knickers. They are the current rage in Europe." Diane was smiling as she gave me a naughty wink, and left us to attend to some other customers who were just walking into the store. 

Steve and I walked around, trying to make up our minds on what to buy. 

"Honey," I breathe into his ears, standing in front of a rack displaying bras in gossamer thin silk. "Select whatever turns you on. This is going to be my treat for you."

"Mom, everything here looks so sexy. I don't know where to start."

'You have any favorite color, baby? Or do all colors turn you on?"

"Mommy," he whispered, "I find everything you wear a big turn on.. Anyway, since you asked, why don't we start with plain white lace? " 

He pointed to a white underwire bra with a delicate floral pattern embroidered on the cups. "I think this little number here, will look very pretty on you." 

"I like your choice, sweetie. Looks like you have a natural talent for this. Why don't you pick one up while I look around for a pair of matching panties? You know my size, don't you? It's 34 C."

While Steve was looking through the shelves to select the right size, I turned to a rack displaying panties.

"What do you think of this?" I asked, picking up a G-string in soft stretch tulle. The front of the panties had a simple linear cut, tapering down into a narrow gusset made of smooth satin. The back was breathtaking. There was a tiny, high riding panel in an exquisite pattern of criss-crossing braids. It looked absolutely sexy. "Do you think this looks too slutty?"

Holding the panties in his hands, Steve began running his fingers over the material, touching and fondling the soft fabric. 

"Mmmmmm. Mommy, they look soooo adorable. You must definitely take this. And in any case, I think, slutty is nice."

"Baby, do you want me to model them for you?"

As he began nodding his mute assent, I walked over to the trial room and quickly undressed. Picking up the panties we had selected, I pulled them up my legs. They fitted snugly over the mound of my pussy, and I turned around to give Steve a glimpse of my ass cheeks bisected by the thin strip of cloth.

Bending down from the waist and slowly spreading my legs, I could feel the gusset of the panties riding into the crack of my ass. "Is this what you wanted to see darling?"

Steve stepped close to me and cupped my ass cheeks. "Yes," he replied in a husky voice. "Exactly what I wanted to see," he said, running his index finger up and down my crack.

'Aren't you going to try on the bra as well? I want to see how the whole ensemble looks."

I picked up the bra and lowered my breasts into the soft lace cups, and then pulled the straps over my arms. 

"Here, " I said, looking over my shoulder, "will you please fasten the clasps for me?" 

I could feel Steve's hot breath on the nape of my neck, as he took the straps in his hands and began to fasten the snaps on the bra. 

Moving back a little, I snuggled up closer to him as he cupped one hand over my breasts and gently squeezed them. The feeling of the smooth silk on my nipples was exquisite.

"Oh yes honey, keep rubbing my nipples. Pinch them baby. Hurt me."

Steve held one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to gently pull and tug at it. The sensation caused by the friction of the silk on the sensitive skin was indescribable. It felt as though my entire breast was on fire.

"Yeah, sweetheart, that's the way to do it," I moaned deliriously.

With his other hand Steve drew me closer to him till I could feel his throbbing erection nudging against my asscheeks. 

"Mom," he whispered into my ear, "you look so hot and sexy. I feel like taking off your panties and licking your pussy right now."

I could feel myself getting moist. "Easy darling," I said, disengaging myself from his arms, "or you will get me all juiced up. I don't want to get these panties wet and sticky. We still have to bill them, and let's not have Diane at the counter give us funny looks."

I watched myself in the mirror and it was an erotic sight. My son was standing behind me; his crotch pressed firmly to my backside, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

"C'mon honey, let us quickly choose some more things that you like, and get out of here before we do something naughty."

We spent the better part of the next hour at La Femme, selecting sexy underwear for me. I purchased teddies, tap pants, bikini panties, camisoles, bras in a variety of colors, culottes, everything that my son took a fancy to. 

"My, my," Diane commented, when she was ringing up the sale. "Looks like someone is going to have a wild weekend."

Steve let out a throaty laugh. "I certainly hope so. That's what she has promised me."

Diane looked at me and winked. "It's so nice to see a couple in love. You must visit La Femme again"

"Sure, we will," Steve replied. "Maybe next time, I will come alone, and get something to surprise her."

"Please do that. And I promise to give you my personal attention."

"Now, I don't want you to give him too much attention," I chipped in. "Remember that he is already spoken for."

"Ain't that the truth, honey. The good ones are almost always spoken for," Diane let out an infectious laugh as she wrapped our purchases and put them into a large shopping bag.

"Here you go," she said, handing over the bag to Steve. "Thank you very much for shopping at La Femme."

I turned to Steve and said, "Honey, why don't I wait here while you go and put this bag in the car. That way, we won't have to carry it around the mall for the rest of the day."

As Steve walked out of the shop, Diane turned to me and laid her hand gently on my arm. 

"Do you have a business card? I will put you on my list of preferred customers. That will ensure you get a mailing of all special offers and promotions."

I opened my purse and handed her one of my business cards. She looked at it, and a smile formed on her lips. "Allegra! What a lovely name! One doesn't get it to hear it often though."

I laughed. "My parents went through this whole Italian phase in the early years of their marriage. My dad had spent a year in Italy after his college, and he had a fascination for everything Italian. My mom says that he must have had an

Italian girl friend named Allegra when he lived there."

"Oh yes, parents can sometimes do the darndest things," replied Diane.

"In any case, I cannot complain. I too think it is a pretty name. What about you?" I asked. "What brings you to a mall in small town Kentucky?"

"I am originally from around here. I got married and moved to New York when I was barely out of High School. A few years ago, I went through a messy divorce. I discovered my husband was cheating on me. So I left him. My lawyer was very good, and managed to get a generous settlement for me. So I came back to my roots, and opened up this shop. I always had expensive tastes in lingerie; so this looked like a good business to get into."

"Good for you," I replied. "Husbands can be quite a pain at times. Don't get me started on that topic." 

"Oh hey, are you both talking about me?" Steve came walking back into the shop. "Your purchases are safely deposited in the car, and if you are finished, we should get going." 

As Steve put his arm around me, Diane turned to me and touched my shoulder. "Please do stop by again. We get new collections in here almost every other month or so. And frankly, it's not always that I get the pleasure of having a customer who appreciates the better things in life."

"Sure, Diane," I smiled. "I have a feeling that you will see me quite regularly. Now before we leave, can I ask you for some help? We are ready for lunch now. I heard there is a good Italian restaurant in this mall." 

"That must be the Tuscany? It's adjacent to the multiplex at the west entrance of the mall. It's a good place. Serves great Italian food. Their lasagna is easily the best in town." 

"Mmmmmm. sounds yummy. Thank you. You have been a great help." I turned to Steve. "C'mon, honey, I am famished."

The mall was now getting crowded with weekend shoppers. Steve was holding my hand in his as we made our way to the west entrance of the mall. It had been a very long time since I was in such a romantic mood. I felt like I was walking on air. 

I knew what I was doing was totally wrong by all standards of conventional morality. But I did not care. All that mattered was the intense feeling of sexuality that my son had aroused in me. I wanted to shout out to the world, "Look at me. I am with my lover, my son, and I don't care what you think about it."

Tuscany was a tastefully done up restaurant with discreet décor and subdued lights. Not the kind of garish place one usually finds in a mall. We got a table at the far corner of the restaurant. I ordered a bottle of wine to go along with our lasagna.

"I think you are ready to have the occasional glass of wine, young man," I joked as the waiter walked away after pouring us each a glass of wine. "As of this morning, you have officially become an adult. There's one condition though. Drinking only under the supervision of your mom."

"I think I can live with such rules," said Steve, raising his glass in a toast. "To my mom who I think is the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

"Oh honey, that's so sweet of you. You do know the nicest things to say to a lady." I raised my glass and clinked it against his. "And to my wonderful son, who is helping me re-discover what it is to be young and desirable."

Lunch was a cozy, intimate experience. We kept up a light, mischievous banter, occasionally touching one another under the table or holding hands when we were not busy eating.

Looking across the table at my son, I wondered how my world had changed so dramatically within the course of a few hours. It was as though I had been reborn, and was living an entirely new life. I had not experienced such intense feelings in years. The mood was so erotic that I felt myself getting moist. 

"Baby, what would you like to do next," I asked Steve once the table was cleared and the check had been settled. "It's only half past two. Still too early to get back home."

" Let's see. Why don't we take in a movie? The multiplex is just around the corner. I am sure there will be something we both like to watch."

"Now that's what I call a brilliant idea." I held his hand in mine as we stepped out of the restaurant and walked towards the multiplex. There were three theaters in the multiplex. Two of them were showing the latest blockbusters. The third one was showing an oldie, a favorite of mine. The marquee read, "Pretty Woman. Last show at 2.45 PM." 

A naughty thought quickly formed in my mind. "Honey, would you mind if we went for Pretty Woman? It's a favorite of mine, and I am in that kind of mood today."

'Sure, mommy," he replied as we neared the ticket counter. "That's fine by me. I know you have always had a crush on Richard Gere."

I stepped up to the counter and raised two fingers. "Do you have two tickets for Pretty Woman?" 

The counter clerk smiled at me. "Lady, it's the last show. I think you maybe the only two people in the theater."

Aha, I nodded to myself; my hunch was right. I plucked the tickets from his hand and we entered the foyer of the theater.

"Sweetheart, why don't you wait here for me? I need to make a quick visit to the restroom. Maybe you can get us something to drink."

Leaving Steve at the refreshments counter, I went into the restroom. I had been so turned on by what had happened during shopping and lunch that my panties were already soaked through with pussy juices. I needed to get out of my wet underwear. 

Walking into one of the stalls, I lifted up the hem of my skirt. Hooking my fingers to the waistband of my panties, I slowly peeled them off, leaving a slick, wet trail down my thighs. I smiled to myself as I stuffed them into my handbag. I knew what I would do with them later on. 

I sat down on the toilet seat and spread open my legs. In the bright light of the restroom, I could see the swollen lips of my sex glistening with juices. Bringing my hand down I slowly touched myself. My labial lips were puffed up and slick with wetness. I ran my forefinger up and down my slit, and let out an involuntary shudder as the tip of my finger grazed my engorged clit.

Using my fingers, I gently parted my plump outer lips, and looked at the glistening inner lips that were almost twitching in anticipation. They gleamed pink and wet, and as I watched, a long pearly strand of clear juice bubbled up and began to drip down into the toilet. 

Resisting an urge to plunge my fingers deeper into my wet hole, I tore off a length of toilet paper and wiped the juices from my cunt. I was so excited that the more I wiped, the wetter my pussy seemed to get. Finally, I folded a large wad of toilet paper and gently patted my pussy lips dry, not applying any pressure. My legs were wobbling with passion as I stood up and smoothed my skirt. 

My cunt was on fire, and as I moved over to the wash basin to rinse my hands, I could feel the insides of my thighs become slippery once again with my juices. It was a delicious feeling and I squeezed my thighs together in the anticipation of an impending orgasm. 

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed and my eyes were heavy lidded with desire. Opening my handbag, I took out my hairbrush and ran it through my hair. Then I unscrewed my tube of lipstick and re-touched my lips, giving them a rich, lustrous look. As I returned the hairbrush and lipstick to my handbag, I noticed a lollipop lying in one corner of the handbag. I suddenly had a naughty idea. Removing the wrapper from the lollipop, I spread my legs and pushed it slowly into my aching vagina. As the smooth round head of the candy slid into my fevered hole, I could not help letting out a contended sigh. It felt sooooo good. I pushed it in till it was lodged firmly against my cervix and only the tip was peeking out from between my pussy lips as I walked out of the restroom. 

Steve had already purchased a large Coke and was waiting expectantly for me. I took the pop from him as we walked into the dimly lit theater. I looked around. The ticket clerk had been right. There was hardly anyone else in the theater. Just another couple who were sitting in a corner towards the front of the theater. 

"Wow, mom," he whispered, as we took our seats in a corner, far away from the other couple. "Do you realize that there is hardly anyone else in here. It's kind of spooky." 

"Spooky, or is it exciting?" I almost giggled, holding his hand in mine and slowly pressing his fingers. "Just think about it. We are practically alone in here." 

I took the Coke from his other hand rested it along with my handbag on the seat next to mine. "Do you know what that means? Nobody will see us do anything." 

"Ooh, mommy. You are so naughty. That is why you chose this film, isn't it?"




Allegra & Steve Ch. 03



By the time we reached home, evening had set in. The sky was a glorious shade of pink and was filled with songbirds returning home. It seemed that even the weather was adding to my mood of romance. I was happier than I had ever been in the past few years. Physically, I felt alive, aroused; and emotionally I was riding a high. 

The word incest reared its ugly head in my mind. But I quickly pushed away such thoughts. I was not going to allow feelings of guilt to mar my happiness. I decided I would deal with such thoughts later. Right now, I wanted to savour the present and just indulge my wanton senses. I wanted to make love to my son again. I wanted to fuck him, and be fucked by him. I wanted to suck his cock fill my mouth with his lovely cream. I wanted him to eat my pussy till I was drained out. I was fantasizing about doing things with him that no mother would normally do! 

In fact the illicitness of what I was doing was what excited me further, almost like a wicked aphrodisiac. The very thought of what I wanted to do made my cunt start twitching with desire. 

Steve parked the car in the garage, and helped me carry the shopping bags inside the house. After putting them in my bedroom, he turned to me, with a confused look on his face.

"Mom," he began tremulously. "Today has been very special for me. Perhaps the best day of my life, ever. I have done stuff that no boy my age would have ever done. But I also realize that what we did is not what a son and mother normally do."

"Honey," I replied. "Let us not think about that right now. And please do not feel bad about anything. I did not do anything I did not want to. You made me feel young and alive. You made me feel like a sexy woman all over again. That is all that matters."

"So, you are okay with what happened?"

"I do not know whether I am okay. Certainly, it is not normal for a mother and son to indulge in sex. Our societal norms do not permit that. But, it has happened, and I have enjoyed what we did. And I do not want to stop what we have started. You have aroused feelings in me that I have not experienced in a long time. And I am quite relishing that sensation. So, let's forget about the morality part for the moment. I do want to continue to make love to you and to be loved by you."

"Oh, mom. That makes me happy too. I want to continue to be your lover."

"Oh yes, honey. You are my teenaged lover. We are going to do a lot of naughty things together." I gathered him into my arms and kissed him gently on his lips.

"Mom, you are the best," he whispered, and slowly moved his tongue into my open mouth. I kissed him back with increasing ardour, sucking on his tongue and biting it gently. The taste of his sweet saliva was like an aphrodisiac on my tongue.

"Mmmmm...." he moaned and hugged me closer to him. I could feel his erection rubbing against my stomach, as his hands began to roam over my backside. "Mom, my cock is so hard, I feel like I am going to explode any moment."

"Yes, I know. I can feel it throbbing against me. But right now, I have to go." 

I quickly disengaged form his embrace. "What I want to do now is to take a bath. Why don't you rustle up something simple for dinner while I finish my bath? After dinner, I shall let you make love to me in my bed. Yes, my dear son, you are going to fuck me on my own bed. Tonight, you shall become the man of the house!"

Steve's eyes lit up with excitement. "You really mean that, mom? Go ahead and take your bath. I shall organize dinner. I will make one of my famous salads, and chill a bottle of wine as well."

"Sounds good, honey. You sure know how to seduce a lady," I replied.

Once Steve left the bedroom, I quickly stripped off my clothes, and got into the bathtub for a relaxing soak. Settling into the hot water, my mind went over the events of the past twelve hours. What an amazing day it had been! Last night, I was just another hard working single woman, taking care of her teenage son. And tonight, I was a wanton, incestuous mother who had made love to her son in a cinema theatre. 

Strangely, I did not experience any feelings of guilt. Rather, I felt quite excited about what was going to happen.

I lay in the bath for a while, thinking about how to handle the situation. I knew that in the long run, I would not be able to continue what I had started. It was too dangerous, and would lead to unwelcome consequences. But stopping it right now was an option that my mind did not accept. I had been sexually awakened after a long time, and I was hungry for more. Also, stopping it abruptly might have bad emotional consequences for Steve. He could think I was rejecting him. I did not want to saddle him with the burden of guilt. As the warm water relaxed me, my thoughts became more coherent, and I decided that I would speak to Steve about it tomorrow morning. Tonight, I was going to make love to my son.

When I came down to the kitchen, dinner was ready. There were two lit candles on the table, a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, a large bowl of salad, and some bread in a wicker basket. 

Steve pulled the chair for me to sit down. I noticed there was a single red rose by my plate. My heart almost melted. 

"Oh! Steve. This is so sweet of you. It has been years since someone has been so thoughtful to me." I kissed his cheek and sat down.

"I hope everything is to my lady's liking," he said while filling my glass with wine. 

I took a sip of the wine. It was a slightly spicy Gewürztraminer. "Mmmmm... so far so good," I replied, responding to the mood he had created. "Please serve me the salad as well."

The salad was excellent. Chunks of grilled chicken breast tossed together with arugula, radicchio and tomato in a warm vinaigrette dressing. The garlic bread had been warmed in the oven and was a perfect accompaniment to the salad.

Dinner was a cosy, intimate affair. We were both hungry, and quickly finished off the salad. When we were done, I got up to clear the plates; but Steve stopped me. "No mom, leave it to me. Tonight you don't do any work. Why don't you go sit down? I will be with you in a moment."

I carried my glass of wine with me into the living room, and sat down on the couch. The wine was creating a nice warm sensation in me, and I felt completely at peace with the world. Things just couldn't get any better I thought. 

I watched Steve put away the plates and clear the table. He worked with clean, precise movements. There was an assuredness to everything he did. I liked that very much.

A few minutes later, Steve joined me. He held out a plate with two forks and a large piece of chocolate cake. "It's dessert time," he announced, plonking down on the couch next to me. 

I turned to him and kissed him full on the lips. It was a kiss full with promise and desire. A kiss that hinted of pleasures to come, a kiss pregnant with the salacious possibilities of the night ahead.

We ate the cake in silence, savouring the rich dark chocolate, and occasionally feeding each other. Steve put his arm around me, drawing me closer to his body, his hand grazing the side of my breast. I was getting moist, and my lower abdomen was suffused with a warm glow. I snuggled up closer to my son and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable and mellow.

"Steve, this moment is perfect, isn't it. I wish this night could last forever."

"Yeah, mom. I feel so happy and contented. I love you very, very much and would do anything to make you feel happy."

"Yes, I know that baby. No one could ask for a better son than you.

I think I am the most fortunate mother in the whole world. Now let us go to my bedroom, and make love. I cannot wait any further. Carry me upstairs Stevie, and make me your woman."

Steve got up and lifted me up from the sofa. He carried me in his arms and slowly walked up the stairs. One hand was under my lower back and I could feel his fingers stroking the cleft between my butt cheeks through the thin fabric of my nightshirt.

"Oh mom," he whispered into my hair. "I love you so much that it hurts."

What followed was a night of the most intense sex I have ever experienced. Steve was a natural at the art of love making. Almost instinctively, he knew what a woman wanted. He knew when to be tender and gentle, and when to be aggressive and rough. At times, he would cover my entire body with the tenderest of kisses, his tongue probing and touching me in places where I had never been touched before. At other times, he was firm and demanding, as though he knew what he wanted, almost to the point of being rough. Sometimes, he mewled and moaned like a baby, suckling on my breasts or burrowing his face between my legs, seeking my hidden nectar. Or he growled from deep within his throat, the lusty roar of an animal seeking to rut with his mate. His magnificent cock was like a stallion, proud, erect and unflagging. And my pussy was a raging river of molten lava, wet and overflowing with my love juices. Soon, the room was filled with the wet slurping noises of raw sex, as my son filled my cunt with his rampant cock and fucked me mercilessly. 

I don't know how many times I must have climaxed that night. It seemed that I was in the throes of one long orgasm that never seemed to end. I was riding the crest of a thunderous wave of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Finally, around midnight, we both fell back, completely exhausted, but satisfied. The sheets were wet with perspiration and my thighs and lower abdomen were sticky with the combined juices of our lovemaking. We were both drained by the sheer energy of the sex we had, and I held Steve in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

It must have been early dawn when I woke up to the erotic feel of someone kissing the lips of my vagina. At first I thought I was having an erotic dream. But when I opened my eyes, I saw my son lying between my open legs, with his head buried in my crotch. He was gently licking me; first the insides of my inner thighs and then the outer lips of my cunt. It was incredibly arousing and I could feel my juices bubbling up. The feeling was wonderful.

Suddenly I remembered last night's love making. My pussy was still sticky and messy with our juices.

"Stevie, stop. I haven't cleaned up after last night," I muttered weakly, one part of my mind not wanting him to stop what he was doing.

In reply, Steve just mumbled something into my cunt, and burrowed down deeper, pushing his tongue deeper into my hole. His hands gripped my legs firmly and pushed them wide apart as he began to suck thick globs of cum out of me. With wide, flat strokes he licked my thick labial lips, biting them gently to set off ripples of pleasure from deep within me. My sopping wet vagina was pulsing with need.

"Ooooh God, Steve," I moaned. "Eat me, my darling son, eat me. Eat your mom to your heart's desire."

Steve let out a sigh of contentment as he moved his mouth over my wet swollen lips. His mouth opened and clamped over my vagina as his tongue delved once again into the deep recesses of my hole. I could feel him applying a sucking motion to draw out all the juices from inside my frothing cunt.

Wet, slurping noises punctuated the air as Steve sucked and swallowed the juices from my vagina. I was cumming profusely, and my vaginal area felt on fire. Suddenly he lifted his head higher and began to flick his tongue over my enlarged clit. 

I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body. "OH SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN," I shouted as I raised my legs and wrapped them around Steve's head. "Oh dear son, keep doing that. It feels sooooooo gooood."

Steve began to move his head rapidly from one side to the other, brushing his tongue rapidly over my pulsing clit. I felt a roaring sound in my head. It was as if a thousand waterfalls were cascading over me, drenching me with pleasure.

"Oh God, Oh God," I cried out as my body shuddered in pleasure. "Steve, I am almost there. I am ready. YES, YES.......... Eat meeeeee baby. 

EAT MEEEE. EAT YOUR MOMMMMMM. Oh yes, I am goooooing to........... YES..... I AM CUUUMMMIIINGGG...."

With a last shuddering thrust of my hips, I climaxed into my son's face. Steve held on to my convulsing body, and gently caressed me as my shaking body slowly returned to a state of normalcy. I stroked my fingers through his damp hair as I slowly loosened my grip on his head and opened my legs, allowing him to pull his face from my steamy crotch.

Steve looked up at me, a happy contented smile on his face. "Was it as good for you, as it was for me, mom?" he asked mischievously.

I opened my arms and drew him to me. "Come here, and give me a kiss," I ordered as he bent down to meet my mouth. His face was completely slick with juices. I licked his cheeks, his chin, his eyes, his forehead before finally coming to his lips. 

"Oh my son, I love you very much," I whispered, as he opened his mouth and kissed me lovingly. 

"I too love you very much, mom."

We lay like that for a few minutes, just caressing each other, and savouring the afterglow of the wonderfully intimate experience that we had just shared. The sky had turned a delicate shade of orange, and through my open windows, I could see the morning sun beginning to rise on the horizon. Gradually, the sky turned from orange to a golden hue, and filled the room with a warm glow.

Slowly, our intimate caresses turned into more ardent ones, hands exploring and lips seeking. I could feel passion building up inside me. Steve also began stirring with desire. His kisses became more urgent, and his thick cock began prodding me.

I quickly turned Steve over on his back and sat on his chest, my sodden pussy lips splayed open to his eyes. I rose up on my haunches and began to rub my wet pussy lips over his nipples till they were slick with my juices. I loved the feel of my sensitive lips over the hard nub of his nipples.

I moved further down his body, leaving a wet trail of slick over his stomach. I rubbed my throbbing labial lips over his cock, smearing his cock with my wetness. My clitoris was hard and erect, and as it rubbed over his hard shaft, the feeling was indescribable. I was coming copiously and I could feel the wetness spreading over both of us.

By now Steve was moaning with pleasure, his eyes closed shut, and tongue moving over his lips. I slowly bent my head down and began to suck on his nipples. I could taste myself, sharp and tangy. I drew his nipples into my mouth and suckled them. While I suckled on one nipple, I would hold the other between my thumb and forefinger and gently rolling and pinching it.

"Oh God, mom, that feels incredible. Pinch my nipples harder. Hurt me."

As I pinched his nipples harder, I kissed Steve on his lips, wetting his lips with my tongue. I opened my mouth and allowed my sweet saliva to drip down onto his parched lips, and then sucked his lips fully into my mouth. I kissed his eyes, and the space between his eyebrows. I gently turned his face to one side and ran the tip of my tongue into his ear, laving his earlobe with my saliva. 

"Oh God, mom. You are incredible. That feels fantastic," he mumbled, as I continued to wriggle the tip of my tongue inside his ear. I could feel goose bumps rising all over his body, as kept writhing with pleasure.

Steve had now worked himself into a feverish state of excitement. He was almost senseless with pleasure; his eyes closed and his breathing ragged. I quickly moved down and placed myself between his legs. Steve's cock was now fully erect, pre-cum leaking continuously from its tip. I lay my face gently on his thigh, gazing lovingly at his throbbing erection. In a matter of a day, my son's cock had become an object of worship for me 

I began to rub the pre-cum over my son's rampant cock. His cock was slippery and soon the slick juice worked itself up into a nice creamy froth. I slowly peeled back the foreskin to reveal the purple head of his cock. As I began to slide my hands up and down his cock ring, a thick drop of clear, viscous liquid bubbled up and dribbled down from the slit on the swollen head of his cock. I dipped my head down, and slowly caught it on the tip of my tongue. It was not as thick and creamy as his sperm. Lighter, with a lemony, salty tang. I loved the taste. It was wonderful.

I had always loved the taste of a man's cum. There is something very intimate about burying your face in your lover's crotch; his curly pubic hair rubbing against your lips as his cock spouted honeyed cream into your mouth - thick and viscous, rich and creamy, sliding down your throat like an offering from the God of Love. I loved the slippery feel of sperm, its gooey texture, its musky smell and its sharp taste. 

But this was different. This was much more special. This was my son's cum. It was my own precious son's cream that I was lusting after. The very thought made me giddy with passion. Without wasting any further time, I took Steve's cock into my open mouth. I had to fulfil my tremendous urge to drink his juices. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and to fill me with his sweet young, taste. 

I slowly began to lick the swollen head of his penis, my hands caressing his thick and heavy balls. I spread his thighs far apart and began to lick the underside of his balls, tickling the narrow strip of flesh between his balls and his anal hole.

Steve was now writhing with pleasure. I could see that he was getting practically mad with desire. "Oh God, mom. My dearest mom. What are you doing to me?" he mumbled incoherently.

His moans of pleasure started getting louder as I took his balls into my mouth, coating them with my sweet saliva. I rolled the sacs around in my mouth, applying a gentle suction with my lips. 

Steve began thrashing on the bed, his hips shifting off the bed in response to my movements. By now his juice was bubbling up and running down his shaft into my mouth. I kept lapping it up, as I swirled my tongue up and down the length of his throbbing penis. The taste was incredible. I wanted more. I took his cock into my mouth, sucking hard on the head, rubbing the tip o my tongue along the sensitive area where the head and the shaft met.

"Mommmmmmm...." Steve cried out.

I felt his body tensing under me. His thighs began to quiver, and his body arched up from the bed. I knew he was reaching the point of no return.

"Oh Goddddddd. MOMMMMMMM," I am GOING TO CUUUMMMM. I AM GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH."

I could almost feel his sperm travelling up his cock as he began to thrash around on the bed. With a mighty roar he finally erupted, filling my mouth with his juice. The first blast hit the back of my throat, and before I could swallow it completely, the second volley poured in, overflowing from the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to his balls. His sperm was thick and slightly salty. It tasted fresh, not bitter. I sucked hard as his cock convulsed a few more times in my mouth.

"Baby. Your sperm tastes so sweet. Almost like honey. I want to drink it all."

Suddenly, my own cunt started throbbing. I felt an indescribable glow suffusing my lower belly, and I squeezed my legs together as an orgasm washed over me, leaving me trembling with pleasure.

I continued to suck Steve for a few more minutes till I was sure that there was no more juice left in his balls, and he was completely drained. Licking the last few drops of sperm that were still clinging to my lips I got up from the bed.

"Now, isn't that a lovely way to wake up in the morning, my darling son?"

"Sure mom. I wish we could do it every day," Steve replied, as he got up and picked up his clothes. "I guess, I better have a bath and get ready. I have a meeting at the school in the morning." He kissed me once more and left the room.

I got up from my bed and stretched languorously. I realized that in the past twenty four hours I had experienced more sex than I had had in the past several years. My whole body was tingling with pleasure and I was feeling completely satiated. I could almost sense the endorphins that were flooding through my system, suffusing my entire body with feelings of well being. "Oh God," I said to myself. "Thank you for making me so happy."