5 comments/ 253051 views/ 21 favorites Morally Ambivalent Mother By: funkyjunkymunkey ** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. ** ** This story is about incest between a mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. ** * "He asked me about a threesome the other day." I almost spat out the mouthful of coke I had. "What???!!??" I stared at her with incredulity. "You mean, you.... Him... and..." "Him, me and his girlfriend." She replied, a cheeky grin on her face. She savoured the pleasure of seeing the shock on mine. You see, the thing that troubled me wasn't the idea of her being asked to enter into a threesome. Nothing much surprises me about this woman anymore. In the past few years of intimate conversation, she'd revealed all manner of taboo fantasies and delinquent thoughts. What I couldn't believe was that she was relating a conversation she'd had with her 20 year old son! "You're not serious??" I asked, searching her face for any signs she was taking the piss. "Yeah, I'm serious. I'm telling you, my kids are open with me they can come to me with anything." I watched as she took a swig of coke herself, nonchalant despite what she had just revealed. We'd been debating her poor parenting, or more specifically, my accusation of poor parenting. In defence, she was trying to explain how she was, in fact, a good parent and how her kids didn't see her like their mother but more as a friend. She'd claimed her kids could and did talk to her about anything. Somehow, she didn't seem to notice that being asked into a threesome with your son isn't exactly the best evidence of good parenting. This was one of the reasons I was crazy about this woman. She was a complex ball of inconsistencies, honesty and lies rolled up into a fiery ball of passion and mental instability. She wasn't mad, at least not in the clinical sense, but she had enough strange views on things to make one question whether she should be sectioned. It helped that she was fantastically beautiful, with a gorgeous slim and petite Indian figure. She had long, brown hair, straightened and bleached, that reached all the way down to her small tight ass. She had small unassuming boobs that, due to their diminutive size maintained their pertness despite her age. Her hips were wide and the only outward hint that this youthful woman, who so often passed for someone in their 20s, was in fact a mother of 3 and had lived and seen a lot more of life than one would first assume. She attracted attention wherever she went, mostly because she herself would insist on being the centre of activity. She'd always dress provocatively, without being slutty, and for that reason there was no end of guys giving her their number -- nor women accusing her of seducing their husbands. I knew better though. Yes, she was flirty. But she couldn't help it. She just loved getting attention from guys and even though she appeared interested, she just loved being chased. She would never take it any further. In her entire live she'd only ever been physical with 3 men -- her husband, her first boyfriend and one other dumb fling. She regretted all three relationships. But that didn't stop the chatter and rumour and judgemental looks she received. I felt bad for her that people accused her of things she simply wasn't guilty of. Unfortunately, she revelled in the controversy so did nothing to help her own cause. Despite her exuberance and charm, she was a sad and lonely person, suffering from bouts of debilitating depression. I knew it was all a façade when she spoke to people. The smiles, the winks, the seductive walk, the delight-filled giggles and the light playful touches were all played by the person she wanted people to see not the person she was. The truth is she was a confused individual, desperately fearful of losing her looks as she grew older, regretful of her absence in her children's lives, tormented by memories of years of abuse form her ex-husband, and tired of society's judgemental nature. She wanted to be free, in a world filled with rules and responsibilities. Like most free spirits, she was trapped by society's norms and boundaries, and that contention expressed itself in all sorts of strange and provocative ways. From toying with the idea of making online porn (there's a hot market for Indian girls after all) to being declared bankrupt and having to change her name by deed poll. Sona, or Sameeha or even Jena (after she'd had to change her name), was a very confusing and addictive person. Though it may sound like we had a physical relationship, we didn't. She enjoyed my company because I didn't judge her. I enjoyed her company because I had a crush on her. In a way, our own relationship was as dysfunctional as all of the other relationships in her life. In a way, our relationship was simply a continuation on her life -- one long failure. And it's in this context that her most recent revelation shocked me. I looked at her, bemused that she would cite a conversation about a threesome between her, her son, and his girlfriend as some kind of example of how her kids could come to her with anything, hence vindicating her poor excuse for parenting. The issue of incest didn't even seem to register on her moral radar. "Woah, woah, slow down. Your son, Mobeen?? He asked about a threesome??" "Yeah, I know. I couldn't believe it when he asked me. But it shows doesn't it. If we didn't have that kind of trusting relationship then he wouldn't even feel that he could bring it up." She smiled, seemingly satisfied with her bullet-proof reasoning. "Errm, maybe he SHOULDN'T feel that he can talk about these things. I mean, you're his mother." I replied, slowly, trying to emphasise my point. "Well, who else would he go to? Isn't it better that I, as his mother, know the kinds of things that he's getting up to?" "I think you're missing the point a little." I said, shaking my head. Part of me just wanted to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of her reasoning. "I'm not really talking about him coming to you for relationship advice, or even him talking about threesomes. I'm talking about him asking YOU to join in. Didn't that ring alarm bells in your head?" "Oh that..." She giggled playfully "That's nothing." She set her coke down on the table. "Anyway, I know Mobeen, it's not his idea. I reckon he's girlfriend came up with it. She's a bit kinky." "I gotta say, I'm really surprised you're not more shocked." "Come on, you know me. Nothing shocks me anymore. I've seen too many things on the internet to get shocked at anything." "But still, we're talking about... well we're talking about incest here." "Well we didn't actually do anything." She exclaimed, a confused expression on her face. She seemed surprised that I was making a big deal about it. "Well, aside from the fact that it would be too shocking, even for you, to have done something like that, still, I'm surprised the conversation even took place." I took another sip of coke. She hadn't actually done many shocking things in her life, though she liked the idea that she had. She liked to think of herself as a bit wild and edgy. Probably because it was so far removed from the reality of her sad depressive life, wasted on online chat, facebook and porn. "Anyway, like I said, I'm sure it was his girlfriend, Karen's idea. Mobeen told me she thought I was hot." She grinned at me cheekily. "Really?" I looked at her with interested, wanting to know more of the saucy details she so clearly wanted to delve into. "Yeah, she stayed with us a few days during the Easter break. Mobeen came home from uni for the holidays and she came with him. We went out clubbing a couple of times; I could tell she was hot for me. I get that a lot from other women, what is it about me?" "How could she not, you're fit, even women throw themselves at you." I replied, an automatic response that I'd long since discovered was what she wanted to hear. Despite my apparent ambivalence, I was actually intrigued by this saucy tale of her son's girlfriend having the hots for her. I was well aware that I would get a heavily edited version of events that made her out to be an irresistible seductress. It was the way with her anecdotes. "Oh, shut up." She giggled, waving her hand to dismiss the obviously fake compliment. She knew that I was only playing along with her emotional insecurities, telling her what she wanted to hear. Sometimes, even lies can be reassuring. "So did anything happen?" "We danced a couple of times, you know, close dancing. I think she was doing it to tease Mobeen." "Mobeen didn't get involved then?" "He danced with Karen. They danced together, of course." "I mean between you and Mobeen. Didn't you guys dance?" "Yeah, course we did. But not like that. Not like the way I danced with Karen." "Wow, how exactly did you dance with Karen? It sounds raunchy." She grinned at me, relishing in spinning this sexy yarn. "Well, you know... when two women dance to get men's attention. Close dancing." "You can do better than that." I leaned in closer, prompted her to reveal more. "You know..." She grinned at me, bashfully. "We were grinding. Up close. She pressed my body to hers." "Really?? Did she, like, feel you up?" "Nah, not that far. She grabbed my bum and grinded herself against me. But she was obviously doing it for Mobeen." "What was he doing?" "He was grinning of course, the cheeky dog. What guy doesn't like watching his girlfriend getting friendly with another woman?" "Well, very few I guess... I'm just curious how many would feel the same if the other girl was his mum." Sona, just laughed. "I don't know, I didn't even think about it till you mentioned it just then. I think he just liked the sight. They definitely had a lot of fun when we got back home" "How do you mean?" I had a feeling I knew the answer. I knew, more so, that Sona wanted to tell. "You know how!" "Tell me." I grinned. "He clearly got all of his excitement out on Karen that night. They were at it for hours. She's quite noisy." I laughed and casually adjusted my seating position as my growing member became uncomfortable in my jeans. She watched in glee at my growing discomfort glancing at my bulge and grinning wickedly. "Are you getting hot, you pervert?" "Me pervert? You're the one talking about grinding your son's girlfriend!" She giggled delightfully. Her eyes twinkled with a youthful exuberance and I was sure I could see the feint outline of two nubs on her small pert boobs. "Which bit is getting you excited?" She teased, her voice soft and demure. "Huh?" I replied dumbly. I eyed her breasts openly -- she didn't seem to mind when I checked her out. Our relationship had a strict look but don't touch policy. Enforced by her of course. "Which bit is making you all hard?" She asked as she gestured towards the massive bulge in my crotch. She chuckled playfully, enjoying being in control. She loved getting guys excited. I hated it because it never got any further than a boner, there was never any satisfaction. "I don't know, maybe it's just the idea of you listening to your son fucking his girlfriend all night." "I wasn't listening in on them!" She baulked at the accusation. "Weren't you?" I looked at her, trying to read her expression. "I don't believe that. I think you were curious enough to listen in." "I didn't listen in, ok; I'm respectful of their privacy enough not to do that. It's just, well with someone as loud as Karen, you can't exactly ignore it!" "Did you ever catch them at it?" "Yeah, course. Kids their age are shameless, they do it anywhere. Part of me thinks they did it anywhere in the hope that I might catch them." "Why would they want to be caught? It's not like you're forbidding it." "I don't know. I think it's just the thrill of being caught, I guess." "I guess... So tell me, what did you see?" Sona chortled and cheeky grin appeared across her face. "Not much actually. I came into the living room one morning and found Karen bouncing on his lap. They pretended to be just fooling around but it was obvious." "They might really just have been playing around. Were they naked?" "Well if they were naked it wouldn't really be possible to hide what they were doing would it? Silly! They were fully clothed but it was just obvious. You know how it is when you desperately trying to look innocent, you end up looking guiltier than ever." "Ha-ha, poor them. What did you do?" "I left of course. I let them finish off. I came back later and they were just sitting around as if nothing happened. I could smell it though. The room smelt of sex." "But it's not like you're bothered is it?" "Not really. They're young and in love. I couldn't stop them even if I tried. And why should I stop them?" "Well that's up to you. I'm not sure I'd be as accepting if my son was banging his girlfriend like that." "You can't stop them, it's natural." "See, it's that kind of liberal opinion that gets you ostracised in our community." "I don't care about community. You know what my feelings are about that. I only want my kids to be happy. If being open and free with Karen makes Mobeen happy them I'm ok with it." "hmmmnnn..." "What?" She looked at me quizzically. "Well how far would you go to keep your kids happy? Letting your son fuck his girlfriend around the house is a little bit further than most parents would allow." I said, taking another swig of coke. "Well, you know I'm not like most people." "Yes, you're quite unique." I said. "You're the kind of parent with whom your son wants to have a threesome with." She pretended to be shocked at my accusation and jabbed me playfully with her fingers. "Come on, you know it's strange. Even if it's all Karen's idea, don't you think it's weird that he even came to you with it? That it went as far as him asking you?" "He was obviously concerned about what Karen was asking. In confusion he didn't know who else to talk to about it so he came to me. We have that kind of trusting relationship. He trusts me." "Gimme a break." I waved my hand at her dismissively. "He does. All of my kids do." She replied plainly. "Come on, Sona. I think it's about a bit more than trust. He asked you to have a threesome. I think he might feel something more than trust for you." "Of course he doesn't. Why would he? I'm his mum!" "Well, I guess only he can answer that question. And without him here, we can only speculate. And speculate, I shall. I think that he might have a bit of a soft spot for you. Or maybe I should say 'hard' spot." I grinned at her perversely. "No way!" She replied, incredulous. Somehow the implication of her son having incestuous feelings towards her hadn't occurred to her till now. "You can't be surprised." I exclaimed. "Having a mum like you could be confusing for any lad. You're not a mum like other mums. You dress sexy, you're easy on the eye, and you walk like sex-on-legs. And you don't really act like his mum; you act like more of a mate than a mum. On top of that, he overhears all the rumours. You know, about some of the shenanigans you get up to with guys. All of that adds up to a pretty confusing package for a lad his age." "But I don't get up to anything with guys. You know I don't. I've only ever been with three guys in my whole life." "Yes but that's not what he hears. He hears all the other stuff. The stuff people talk about. The rumours. You know what people say about you. He hears that stuff. You don't have a good reputation. You know it. You even play up to it. You know you do. It's not like you're discreet or anything. Everyone can see your profile pictures on facebook. That's the stuff he hears and sees. And that's the stuff that's probably given him all sorts of confusing feelings." She was quiet for a bit. "Really? I didn't think about it like that." She stared off into the distance as the realisation sunk in. "He might even have harboured feelings for you for a long time, who knows? Does that worry you?" She seemed to search her feelings for a long time before she replied. "It does. A little, I mean. But I'm not shocked or appalled or anything. I mean, it's not that bad, is it? Should I feel bad about it?" She asked, genuine confusion and curiosity on her face. I wasn't surprised that she couldn't appreciate the moral dilemma. She was pretty poor at understanding morality as it was. "I dunno." I replied, genuinely unable to answer. "I guess you shouldn't feel obliged to feel anything other than what you genuinely feel." "Huh?" She asked, confused. "I mean, if that's how you feel, who am I, or anyone else, to say you shouldn't feel like that. You know my opinion. I think morality sucks as much as you think it does, though I think I have a better understanding of it. Generally, as long as everything is consensual and all parties are able to give consent, then it's all just a matter of taste." "So you think its ok for Mobeen to think like that about me?" She asked as pained expression crossed her beautiful face. "I'm saying if you're not sure how YOU feel about it then there's nothing wrong with that. Don't feel that you MUST feel a certain way. Especially don't let someone else tell you how you should feel." She seemed satisfied by that answer and took another swig of her coke. It surprised me as I was sure I was being overly cryptic. "So what do you think about what Mobeen thinks?" I paused for a while as I considered it. It was obviously immoral for a son to make incestuous advanced towards his mother but all I could do was refer to the mantra by which I'd lived my life. If all parties are adults and have given consent, and are mentally capable of doing so then I didn't really have a problem with it. In honesty, I didn't give two hoots about morality anyway. "I think he might be a bit confused and that it's understandable. Every guy you've ever known has lusted after you so I guess you shouldn't be surprised your son is that way inclined as well." She thought for a long moment, letting the thought play in her mind. "What should I do about it?" "I don't know." "Come on, you can't just leave it like that. Tell me what I should do." She pleaded. "Hey look, I don't exactly have experience with this kind of thing. I don't know what you should do. What did you end up saying to him when he asked about the threesome?" "I said 'no', obviously." "Why?" "What do you mean why? You know why! You're the one that's been giving me a hard time about it all this time!" "I want you to tell me WHY you said 'no'. Why did you give that as your answer?" I replied plainly, wanting to understand her thought processes. She stared at her can of coke for a while before she eventually replied. "I don't really know. I guess I thought it was a bad idea." "How do you mean?" "Well it's not the done thing, obviously. Doing that kind of thing with your own son." I looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were wide and pleading as the moral dilemma weighed heavy on her mind. "You know what's telling?" I said. "What?" "That you said 'no', not because you think it's 'wrong' but because it's not the 'done thing'." "So?" "You don't see a difference?" "No. What's the difference?" "Well, it sounds like you don't really have a problem with it on a moral level." "Isn't that the same thing? Whether it's the done thing or whether it's a moral thing? I don't see a difference." I stared at her for a moment as I mulled the question in my mind. Morally Ambivalent Mother Ch. 02 ** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. ** ** This story is about incest between a mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. ** * "Do you want a wipe?" I asked, staring across at Sona. Her hand was still between her legs and I could see her still lazily flicking her cunt. She had her eyes closed and a serene smile across her beautiful face which seemed to radiate an ethereal glow. It was nice seeing her like this, at peace with herself. She opened her eyes and glanced across at me. I had the sense she was mildly annoyed from having me break her moment. She took her hands from her cunt and examined the slick clear mucus as she rubbed her fingertips together. "Nah, I think I'll just go and freshen up." She said as she struggled to pick herself up from her reclined position on the sofa. Her tight fitting jeans were bunched around her knees as she made a comical shuffle towards the bathroom, one hand struggling to pull her jeans up the other cupping her coochie. As she passed me I gave a quick playful smack on her firm bum and she squealed in surprise, slapping me back playfully on the shoulder before disappearing into the passageway and to the toilet. I took a wipe from the dispenser and mopped up the mess on my hands and cock, working it all over my crotch before scrunching it up and dumping it in with the fast food takeaway litter strewn across the coffee table. I pulled my shorts and trousers back on and sat in the quiet living room, sniffing the pungent smells in the air, a strange cocktail of donor kebab, sweat, and pussy. I got up to open a window to let some fresh air back in before I fell back onto the sofa and lazily watched the millionth repeat of some American sitcom on TV, even though the sound was still on mute. Sona came back in the room, blowing out a long exhale as she went to sit back at her spot on the sofa. Before she set back she bunched up her hair and tied it into a neat knot with one of her scrunchies. I watched her throughout, a knowing smile on my face. "What?" She asked, smirking sheepishly. "Enjoy yourself?" I asked, a wide grin on mine. "Yeah, it was nice. Always nice to have a bit of a tickle." She chuckled girlishly. "I bet. So......" "What?" She smiled at me curiously. I think she knew what I was going to say but was just playing dumb. "Well, it appears we've had a bit of a revelation today, no?" She rolled her eyes and gawped at me, her amusement never fading. "So, I know your dying to tell me. Explain it to me Mr hotshot amateur psychologist." "I think this one's a bit too deep and tricky for me. I think you need a proper psychiatrist for this one!" "Don't say that!" She whined at me playfully. "I mean it. It's a reaaaaal tricky one. You. Mobeen. I'm not even going to mention Karen. In fact Karen's not the problem here. It's just you and Mobeen." "So you think it's a problem then?" A look of mild concern crossed her face. "I don't know. Depends on what you do I guess. I mean you haven't done anything yet. There's been movement from his end in approaching you with the whole threesome thing but you yourself haven't actually done anything about it. The matter is dead in the water as I see it." "Question is, should I do anything about it?" "Nopes, the question is, do you WANT to do anything about it?" "Oh come on. Why do you have to make it so complicated? Why can't you just tell me what to do and I'll do it?" She argued, in mock frustration. "Because it's not about me. It's about you and your life. I can only help you think through your thoughts but you have to make the decisions. You're the one that needs to get the control back in your life. It's no good you doing everything I say. That would be a terrible idea. I'm a freaking pervert!" "Problem is, I'm a bit twisted in the head as well!" She added. We both chuckled together as I watched her pat the pillow next to her nervously. She looked at me with eyes full of sorrow and regret as her laughter trailed off. I pitied her deeply. "Hmmmn, yes. That IS a problem." I said. "That is THE problem." She corrected. "Indeed. I guess all you can do is see how it goes. See how things pan out." "That doesn't sound like an answer." "It's not. It's me using my 'get out of jail free' card." "You still have those?" "Always." "You're useless." "You smell." She threw a pillow at me and pretended to pout. We watched the rest of the sitcom in silence before I agreed to take her home. It was already 3 in the morning. **************************** Neither of us brought up the topic again for several weeks after that. I wanted to. Almost every time I spoke to her I tried to navigate the conversation in that direction but it just didn't seem to work out. She'd bore me to death with all her other problems and flights of fancy. It was only a day before the mid term holidays that she finally broached the topic. Albeit nervously. She called me while I was out grocery shopping on a Sunday afternoon. We dispensed with the pleasantries quickly. "So what's up?" I asked. My mind was only partly in the conversation as I glanced through the supermarket shelves for horseradish pickle. "Mobeen is coming home for the holidays." I froze straight away as that ominous statement hung in the air, full of possibility and consequence. "OK." Was the only reply I could dumbly muster. "I was hoping you'd say a bit more than that." "I know. It's just..." I looked around suspiciously. I wanted to carry on this conversation but had the distinct feeling it wasn't going to be possible to have it here, in a supermarket, in public. "Listen can I call you back?" I added, quickly. "No, I need to talk now. I'm going out of my mind!" She sounded hoarse and her frustration came across clearly in her cracked tones. "Don't worry. I promise I'll call you back in a bit. I'm at the supermarket right now and can't talk cos there're people around. Let me get back to the car so we can talk properly." "OK, hurry up!" "5 mins!" I frantically completely the rest of the grocery shopping. Horseradish pickle for now would be off the menu. As I hurried to the car a million thoughts went through my head, none of which I could articulate or frame into a coherent sentence. As soon as I got into the car I called her back, she answered before the phone even rang. "Hey, it's me." I said. "So, what do I do?" She asked, plainly. "I don't know Sona. I really don't know how to advise you on this!" "You've got to. I've been going out of my mind since Mobeen called. I've been bloody frantic." "Why, what did he say?" "Nothing. He bloody well said absolutely nothing. Just that he's coming home for the mid term holidays. He's gonna be here for week. He's arriving in 3 fucking hours!" "But that's good right? I don't get it. What's the problem?" "The 'problem' is that I've done nothing but think about THAT since he called. It's driving me nuts!" "What? Thinking about what? I don't get you." I was genuinely confused. "You know. THAT. I've been thinking about 'IT'. Him. Me. Us. DO I need to fucking spell it out for you??" "Ohhhhhh." I said. It hadn't been one of my most insightful moments. "YES OOOOOOH. Now you get what I'm talking about. Fucking hell, you're no good to me dumb!" "OK, OK. Look just calm down. You said he's gonna be there in 3 hours yeah?" "Yeah." "So go and have a shower. You had a trim downstairs? Better yet, go for a shave. Get it all nice and clean." "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS????" She screamed down the line in a pitch that seemed to damage the speaker on my phone. "Well what's you fucking bright idea?" I asked. "I don't have one. That's why I'm wasting my time talking to you." "Well stop wasting you time and do it. You have plenty of time." "Are you kidding me? You're seriously telling me I should go through with this. I should do it with Mobeen?" "No, I'm not saying that. I'm saying you should be prepared for the eventuality. I don't know what you should do. Actually, I know you probably shouldn't do it -- but that's my 'societal morality' talking. I personally think, whether you do or don't. It should be something you both mutually decide. It's no ones business but yours." "God, I can't believe I'm even contemplating this." "What?" "This. THIS. I can't believe I'm actually thinking about getting myself ready for him. I'm so nervous. I'm scared!" "Calm down. You're not doing anything for anybody just yet. Think of it this way, IF it does happen, then you want him to see you at your best, right? So that means a shower and nice hairless pussy right? It's no different from putting on makeup." "Sounds to me like a big fucking difference between shaving my pussy and putting on makeup." "It's not. It's just making sure you look your best. Have you thought about what you're going to wear?" "Wear? No. I haven't. I told you, my minds been frantic thinking all sorts of stupid things. What the fuck should I wear?" "Errm... Wear something stylish but not overly sexy. You don't want to give him the signal." "Don't I?" "I don't know. Do you?" "I don't know." "Well that fucking helps!" I replied, exasperated. "Shut up. You know I'm confused about all this. My mind's racing like a million miles an hour. I feel sick from nerves." "OK, OK, calm down. Let's take this slowly. OK so you're going to have a shower, shave your pubes, legs, wear some nice perfume, and do your hair up." "Shall I have it up or out?" "You hair?" "Yeah." "Which do you think looks better?" "Having it up looks more sexy. Having it out makes me look more innocent and cutesy." I couldn't help but smile to myself as I realised that women even had multiple categorisations of hair style. "Have it up." "So, look sexy basically." "Yeah." "You sure that's not giving the wrong signal?" "You don't even know what signal you want to give anyway!" "I guess. Ok, I'll do my hair up. OK. What next." "OK, next... I guess next is what you're going to wear..." "Shall I dress sexy too?" "You feel more confident when you're dressed sexy right?" "Yeah" "Then do that. wear something sexy but not slutty." "I never dress slutty!" "Ha-ha, ok, but you know what I mean. What would you consider sexy?" "MMmm, halter neck?" "Ummm, depends, is it backless?" "Yes." "Then, no. Might be too provocative. Bit too blatant." "Then, what?" "You have anything off the shoulders? A sweater?" "Yeah, sure. You think that would be better?" "Yeah, I think so." "I'll have to wear a bra without shoulder straps then." "Why not go without?" "What??" "Yeah, go without." "Seriously?" "Yeah. Go for it. It'll make a nice surprise for him." "God, it feels so naughty! You don't think that's going too far?" "Ha-ha. Well, seeing as you're already in the mindset of getting dressed up for him. You might as well throw in a couple of treats. What better treats are there for a horny lad like Mobeen to find that Mummy's delicious boobies aren't locked away in one of her pesky bras!" "Oh you're so bad. You're getting me all hot on the idea now!" "What? You said you'd been thinking about it non stop since he called you! Don't pretend you haven't been giving your little coochie a hard time fantasizing about him! I know you better than that, remember! I'm pretty sure your fingers are pretty fishy by now!" "Oi, shut up. Don't be disgusting. Anyway, you know I've been doing that. You know what I'm like. But that stuff is all fantasy! This is real!" "And that's why it's more exciting isn't it! So we agreed on an off the shoulder sweater and no bra." "God, I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. Ok. No bra. God, it feels so naughty!" "Ha-ha, ok. Now bottoms. Trousers? Skirt? See through panties?" I chuckled down the phone. "Stop making fun of me!" She whined. "I think skirt. Or maybe trousers." "I think trousers. Not skirt." "Why not skirt?" "I dunno. You prefer skirt?" "I can show off my legs a bit in a skirt." "Good idea, Mobeen will like that, I think." "I think so too." She replied cheekily. Despite her reservations, she was getting a thrill out of the idea of getting dressed for somebody. "How much leg?" "Not too much. Knee length skirt, maybe?" "Bit higher I think." "Mid thigh?" "Better..." "I've got one very short one. It just about covers my bum. Never had the guts to wear it." "Wear that one." "HA-HA really? No way!" "Yes way. Mobeen will get to see plenty of leg in that. Right up your thighs. He'll love it." "Yeah but what will he think of me?" "Don't worry. He'll think PHHHWWWOOOOOAAAAARRR mum is real hot in that skirt. What fantastic legs she has." "But he might see right up my skirt. It's really short." "So? That's good. He'll get a sight of mummy's pretty little shaved coochie. What wonderful sight to welcome any son home after he's been working his ass off at Uni?" "Now you just taking the piss." She pouted. "I'm not. Really. Do it." "What, tiny skirt and no panties? I'm barely on board with the whole 'no-bra' thing and you think I'm gonna go with no panties?" "Do it. Imagine how hot it will be. Walking around in that skirt, knowing he can't take he's eyes off you? It'll blow his mind!" "You think?" "Are you insane? Course it would!" "I don't know...." "Well it's up to you. You could always just wear a long skirt down to you ankles. Or even a pair of baggy trousers. Why not even wear a baggy jumper as well. For that matter don't bother getting dressed at all and do what you usually do -- make no effort when he comes down." "That's not fair." "It's true though isn't." I regretted saying it as soon as the words escaped my mouth. For a long time the line went silent before I tentatively began speaking again. "Look, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." I said apologetically. "You're right. It was uncalled for. But...You're right. I never make an effort for him." Her voice was remorseful. "Every time he comes down for the holidays he sees his mum skulking around the house, trash everywhere. It's not right. What kind of a welcome home is that?" "And yet he still comes down. To see his mum. Maybe you owe it to him to get dressed up a little?" "Maybe." After a momentary silence I continued. "So... short skirt?" "I'll think about it. I'll wear the other things but I'm not sure on that skirt. It really is very revealing. Every time I bend over my bum is on display!" "OK, OK. Up to you. Think about it though." "OK." "Finally, boots? Sandals? Stilettos?... flip-flops?" "Ha-ha, I think boots. If I go with the a skirt I'll wear boots. If I where jeans I might just wear sandals." "So stilettos are out." "Yeah. For now at least. Maybe one day." She added cheekily. "Huh?" I replied, intrigued. "Well, stilettos go nicely with some of the French lingerie I've got." She chuckled seductively down the phone. "Naughty, naughty." The two of us giggled cheekily together. "OK. So you're all set now. Go do those things. Tidy up the place a little. Get dressed and wait for you prince." "Ha-ha, 'Prince Mobeen'" she smiled. "That poor boy has no idea what's coming to him..." "Ha-ha... nah, I'll take good care of my baby boy!" "I bet you will!" "Ha-ha!" We said our goodbyes and ended the call. I had a raging hardon in my jerseys and seriously considered whacking it out and knocking one out in the car right there in the supermarket car park. Luckily, I'm slightly more measured than that and decided to took a brisk drive home instead where I unloaded in the safety and privacy of the toilet. ********************************* You might think that I thought about nothing else apart from what Sona and her son might be getting up to but you'd be wrong. I'm a family man and as soon as I'd exited the toilet, it was back to every day family duties. You see, my relationship with Sona is completely hidden from my wife. She would, for obvious reasons, never agree to me hanging out with her. In fact most of the rumours I hear about Sona, I hear from my wife! Time with Sona is always fleeting. Secretive phone calls and liaisons whenever I could find the time around my every day boring family life. It was like having an affair except I got no real satisfaction from it. There was plenty of excitement, but ultimately no joy. I had all but forgotten about Sona till I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I knew it was her without even taking the phone out to look. I couldn't answer it, not at home, so I made an excuse about throwing the recycling bins out. As soon as I was out the front door, my fingers frantically tapped away at my phone to call her back. "Hiya" I said, checking to see I was far enough away from the house to ensure nobody could overhear my conversation. "Hey" She replied, her voice was a tiny whisper down the line. "Why are you whispering?" I asked, pressing the phone close to my ear. For some curious reason I began whispering as well. "Mobeen's here. He's downstairs. I don't want him to hear me." "Oh, OK. What's up?" I asked, my voice trembled a little from excitement. "Noting yet, he got here about 10 minutes ago. He's just sitting in the living room." "And?" "And what?" "You just called to tell me that?" "No, course not!" "Then what is it? Tell me your bitch!" I chuckled down the line nervously and I could hear her giggling with me. "I just called to say that I ended up wearing the skirt!" She grinned perversely. "Naughty girl..." I teased "I know! I was so nervous... Still am!" "Well, what did he think?" "He didn't say anything but I saw him check me out. He was trying to be discreet but I could tell." She said excitedly before adding in barely a whisper: "I think he got a bit of a hardon!" "Ha-ha, how can you tell?" "I can't be sure. But he seemed to move a bit funny and he wouldn't face me when I went to hug him." "Ha-ha, I guess he did get excited then. OK. So what are you doing talking to me? Shouldn't you be downstairs with him?" "I should. But I don't know what to do. I don't know why but I sort of just panicked and left the room." "Why?" "I don't know. It felt a bit tense. He wasn't expecting me to be so dressed up. He probably feels weird." "Maybe. What you going to do?" "I dunno. What should I do?" "I dunno." "Fat fucking lot of good you are then!" "OK, slow down. Calm yourself." I chuckled. "There's nothing to worry about. Ok. So you're dressed sexy. You've got all prepared for this. Just go downstairs and sit with him. But make any excuse to get up and walk in and out of the room. Those are his chances to check you out. Sway a little as you do. Smile. Don't make it obvious. Just give him a chance to check out those sexy smooth legs." "Ok, then what?" "Just see how that goes. It'll build up the tension." "OK, I'll do that. God, this is so naughty!" "Ha-ha. Hey, are you wearing panties?" "Course I'm wearing panties!" "Take them off!" "No way!" "Do it! You've come this far. Just take them off. It's no big deal." "But he'll see... ME!" "So? That's sort of the point. Let him have a look. He'll love it. He'll get horny cos he thinks he's getting a sneaky peek." "You think so?" "Course he will!" "I don't know... I mean, I'll basically be working around showing off my pussy to my own son!" "No. Your little nicely-shaved coochie will still be tucked away quietly under your skirt. It's not your fault that the skirt rides up. And it's not your fault if Mobeen takes a peek. Come on. Don't tell me part of you doesn't want to show it off a little?" Morally Ambivalent Mother Ch. 03 ** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. ** ** This story is about incest between a mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. ** * I didn't go back inside the house. I expected, or hoped, that Sona would call me again with some saucy details about what was happening. It was excruciating, knowing that something profound, taboo and incredibly erotic was taking place and I wouldn't be there to see it. I made an excuse to my wife that I was going to the shops. That would buy me an hour or two. I went and sat in the car and locked all the doors. I took out my phone and just stared at it. Nothing. I don't know how long I held it in front of me, dumbly thinking that it would ring just on my expectation alone. Truth is, I had no idea she would call back at all. If anything had happened, she would probably not call me back any time soon. Maybe not even today. My perverted mind conjured up all sorts of sexy scenarios for Sona and Mobeen. I resisted the urge to play with my cock, uncomfortably erect as it was in my jeans. I almost called her, as dumb as I knew that course of action would be. If anything was happening, my call would definitely kill the mood. Or maybe not. I didn't know. My mind was racing and I could feel my hands trembling with excitement. Shit, I just needed to get a hold of myself and calm down. I turned on the radio and tried my best to listen in on some music. It was difficult at first but after a couple of my favourite tunes came on, I began to relax, began to think about something else. I'm not sure when it happened, probably by the 4th or 5th song that I found myself tiring and my eyelids getting heavy... BRRP BRRP I sat bolt upright in a panic. For a moment I didn't know where I was. My mind turned quickly to the shrill chirping of my phone and I picked it up without even looking at the display. "Hi.. It's me." Came the whisper. In my dizzy confusion my mind raced to attach the voice to a name, to a face, to a person. "Are you there?" "Yeah I'm here. Sorry I drifted off." I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I settled into my seat, excited to hear what further developments had taken place with Sona and her son. "Where are you?" She asked. "Does that matter?" "No, I guess not." "I'm in my car if you must know. I had the feeling you might call back again. I can't talk inside. Wifey will get too suspicious." "Aww, so you went and sat in the car and waited, just in case I called. That's so nice of you. I don't know anyone that's this kind to me." "Forget it, it's nothing... really" "No, its not nothing. It's really touching." There was a genuine gratitude in her voice as she thanked me, though I'm not sure whether I deserved it or not. My motivations with Sona have always been less than honourable despite my actions towards her. "Anyway, forget about that. What happened? Why are you calling me anyway? I take it you're stuck again?" "You could say that. I'm upstairs again." "What's the problem, what went wrong?" "I don't know. I did what you said. I went downstairs without my panties." "And??" "God it was so exciting. I was so hot just knowing I was naked down there. Just the thought of him seeing me was probably more exciting than when he did see me!" "So he saw your pussy then?" "Yeah!" She replied, excitedly. "But there's more to it." "More? Why, what happened? What did he say? What did you do???" "He didn't actually say anything. I mean we didn't talk about it or anything like that." "So how do you know he saw your lady bits? Were you showing them off to him??" "I was shamelessly parading them for him like a dirty slut!" She exclaimed, her tone carried obvious frustration. "So how did it all happened then? Tell ME!!!!" I demanded. "Well it wasn't like I walked in there and lifted up my skirt or anything. At first I did what you said. I walked in, sat down, talked for bit and kept making excuses to get up again. I kept coming in and leaving the room. I could tell he was checking me out. It made me so fucking horny doing that!" "And...?" "Well each time I got up, I kinda tried to make my skirt ride up a little." "You naughty little mynx, you were trying to flash your pussy at him!" I teased. "Sort of, but you wont believe what I did next!" "What? What? Tell meeee!" "Well I asked if he wanted to watch some TV and he just sort of grunted. I think he was a bit speechless with my display." She chuckled to herself before she continued. "Well I put it on anyway and the digibox was on some boring channel. I looked around for the remote but couldn't find it. So I went to switch it manually." "OK... and?" "Well, you know where the digibox is!" My mind searched for a moment before she ended up telling me anyway. "It's on the floor. Under the telly!" She said. "So?" "Well, use your imagination!! I went down to switch channels. I didn't even think about what I was doing. I was doing it already before I realised." "What? What did you realise?" "God you are so dumb today!" "What? WHAT?? For fuck's sakes just tell me!" "I was bent over, on the floor, on my hands and knees, messing with the buttons on the digibox....bum in the air.... You get the idea?" "OOOOHHHHHH...." The realisation struck me like a 4 tonne truck hitting a brick wall. I couldn't believe I was being so blind. "YES FUCKING OHHHH! Fucking hell you're really being dumb today!" "Sorry, sorry. I'm not there so you gotta forgive me. I'm trying to piece together what's happening from your bloody cryptic phone calls! Anyway, so you're on the floor, bum in the air... waving your pussy around..." "I just froze. I mean genuinely froze when I realised what I was doing." "What did he do?" "Nothing. The room was fucking dead for... I don't know how long. Everything was just frozen! There was I was, bum in the air putting on a show for Mobeen. Fuck, it was the single kinkiest things I've ever done in my life!" "So what happened next? Did you get up?" "No I stayed there. I didn't dare get up. I felt so embarrassed, I didn't have the guts to get up. I was so scared I might see the look on his face." "So you just stayed there like that?" "Yes!" "Giving your son a big fucking eyeful of mummy's pussy?" "I pretended to be switching the channels but I really don't know what fucking buttons I was pressing. I then sat up and dumbly just stared at a blue screen. I didn't know what I was doing; I was in some kind of daze. It's bizarre. I just can't explain it." "So what happened next?" "Well he then asked if I needed any help. I don't know what answer I gave but next thing I know he's on the floor next to me." "So you're both on the floor in front of the TV now?" "Yeah, I'm just kneeling now, sitting upright. I remember feeling the cold from my leather boots against my bum. Mobeen was sitting next to me, just looking at the digibox. My heart was pounded having him right next to me like that. I felt like I was going to feint if he tried to touch me or anything like that." "Well, seeing as you didn't feint and you're now talking to me, I can only imagine that didn't happen. So what DID happen next?" "It was surreal. He then went down to start messing with the digibox. I couldn't believe it. I was sitting there, a bundle of nerves ready to explode, my pussy drooling and making a mess all over the back of my boots. My chest was heaving and my heart was pounding. I even looked down and I could see my nipples making two stiff bumps in the sweater fabric." "I don't believe that. He's right next to you. You're this steaming pile of 'take me now and fuck me' and he doesn't do anything? He doesn't even reach across and slip he's hands between your legs?" "I wish! I don't understand. I told you, I'd probably have feinted anyway. I was so in heat just then I didn't know what I'd do!" "So what did happen then? He's messing with the digibox now and you're quietly sitting there with a buzzing coochie... what actually happened next?!?!" "He sat up and asked me to have another look." "And..." "My mind and turned to mush at that point. I remember hearing him the first time but not understanding. He had to ask me a second time before I realised." "So he's basically asking you to bend over, right? That's what you wanted, isn't it? Mobeen's pretty much asking you to flash him again." "Yeah, but he's obviously too shy to say it like that." "So what did you do?" "I was panting at that stage. He must've been able to tell. My chest was heaving like I was having an asthma attack. It was so fucking exciting. And scary at the same time." "And...?" "For a moment, I thought about making it sexy. About looking at him as I did, smiling as I leaned forward again. Trying to put on a seductive face. You know, making it obvious that I was flashing him my pussy and that it wasn't some accident. But I couldn't do it. I didn't even have the guts to look him in the face let alone smile at him." "So... you didn't do it then?" I asked, disheartened. "No, I did!" "Really?" I perked up again. "Yeah! I don't know how I managed it but, God, it was so fucking exciting to do it." "Tell me, tell me tell ME!!" "I remember feeling a bit sick, from the nerves and everything but I still did it. I leaned forward slowly and pushed my bum out. I even had the guts to arch my back into a bit of a sexy pose. I give him a proper show of my coochie!" "HAHAHA really???" "Yep. It's funny, I got into a sexy pose and almost forgot that I was supposed to be pretending to get the digibox to work!" Sona chuckled delightfully. "So I started to press buttons on the digibox. Random buttons. I don't know what I was doing. All I could remember was to keep my back arched and my bum pushed out, hoping that Mobeen was getting a right eyeful!" "Did he look?" "I didn't look back at him. I still didn't have the guts. But I felt him shuffle back a bit so it was obvious he was trying to get a better view. I just stayed where I was, shamelessly parading my cunt to him. God, I'm so bad!" "Fuck, you are one sexy bitch!" "It was fucking INTENSE!" "So what happened next?" "Well nothing. That's the problem. Nothing happened. I don't know how long I stayed like that, mindlessly mashing the buttons on the digibox. At one point I could actually feel a trail of juice leak out from me and run down my thigh. He must have seen it. Fuck I felt every fucking inch of that trail run down my leg, it was torture feeling it tickle all the way down to my knees." "Fuck, what's wrong with him??" "I don't know. I was gagging for him to make a move or something but he didn't. I'd have let him do anything to me at that moment. ANYTHING. Everything from my fantasies. All of it. Even stuff I'd never have thought of." "Really? Even something like anal?" "Sweetheart, when a woman is so insanely turned on and gagging for it, she'll do ANYTHING. That was me at that point. I'd give him anything he wanted, no matter how nasty are crude. Fuck anal! I'd have fucking licked his bumhole and drunk his piss!" "Eeughh" I spat as I grimaced at the thought. "Telling me! I've never been so fucking turned on or gagging for it. But what can I say. He didn't do anything." "So what ultimately happened then?" "While I was still there, wet pussy up in the air, in a desperate 'fuck me' pose, he just got up and left." "What?" "He shuffled around a bit, I could tell he was feeling some discomfort from his cock and then he got up and went to the bathroom." "He must have wanked in the toilet." "I know. Such a fucking waste." "What did you do?" "I was surprised. I felt rejected. I got up and came to speak to you, you fucker. Try and get an explanation on what the fuck is going on here? I've got a cunt streaming juices down my thighs and a son that's unloading he's spunk in the loo! It should have been me! He should be fucking cumming it in me!! What the fuck is going on here??!?!?" There was genuine outrage in her voice, even as she struggled desperately to keep to a whisper. "Look, look, calm down. There's got to be an explanation." "Well let's here it Freud!" I wracked my brains for some kind of answer but in honesty had nothing. "I don't know, ok. I've got no idea." "That's a fat lot of fucking good. You know how fucking embarrassed I feel? Getting all dressed up like this? I fucking went down and showed off my coochie to my eldest son and got rejected, you prick! You have any idea how that feels?" "Look, just calm down..." "Fuck you!" She snorted "I told you. You wouldn't fucking listen but I told you all the way back then. I told you it wasn't like that. That whole fucking threesome thing. That was him coming to me for advice! He wanted fucking advice you fucking knob. He wasn't asking me to join in with him and Karen you fucking pervert!" "Look, I didn't know that, ok." I was really starting to feel like shit now. "Damn right you didn't fucking know. But that didn't stop you from leading me down this path did it. That didn't stop you from putting all those gross fucking ideas in my head. For fuck's sakes, he's my son! My SON!! I've been having fantasies about my own son, you prick and it's your fault you fucker!" "Hey now, wait a minute. This wasn't my idea, bitch! I didn't tell you to fucking seduce your son! I told you all along that what you do is your decision. I'm not the one with the fucked up moral compass. You are. Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" She spat. "Everything was fine between me and him and now you've gone and fucked it all up, you cunt. I'm never going to forgive you for this, never going......." "Mum?" I heard a distinctly male voice on the line at that point and for a moment the universe froze in time. "Oh, oh hi sweetheart, you ok?" Sona wasn't talking to me. I don't know if she even realised I was still on the line. She'd pressed the hands free button on her phone when I'm quite sure she'd wanted to press the 'call end'. For a surreal moment I was overhearing their private conversation. "Uhm, yeah mum, I'm fine. Who're you talking to? I heard you screaming and shouting. Is everything ok?" "Oh sweetheart, it's fine. It's nothing. I'm fine....You... You got changed?" "Yeah. I figured I'd take a shower. I'm all smelly form the journey here and everything. I didn't get a chance to shower this morning. Just came straight here." "Oh... You... You went to take a shower..." "Yeah... Sorry about that. I just of left without saying anything downstairs... I uhm..." "Oh sweetheart, that's ok. I thought it was something else." "What?" "Never mind, it doesn't matter now babes. You look so gorgeous, fresh out of the shower." "Oh... thanks mum... you uhm... you look great too... great" "Ahh, oh.. ha-ha... oh, thanks babes. It's something I just threw on... I thought it might be a bit of a surprise...makes a change from usual." There was such a sweet awkwardness to their conversation. I wish I could have been there to see it. For now though, I was satisfied to listen in to it with the 'mute' button pressed at my end. "Oh don't worry about it... I mean, I don't mind how you look... I mean... I mean you look nice now. Not that you don't; look nice always..." Mobeen was stumbling over his words like a nervous schoolboy. "Oh sweetheart..." Sona chuckled playfully. "Thanks for the compliment. It feels nice to have been noticed. I'm glad you like what I'm wearing." "It's fantastic, Mum! I mean, it looks great on you!" "Thanks sweetie. I'm glad you like it... I picked it out especially..." Sona's voice dropped to a more seductive tone. "Really!! Wow. I thought maybe you were already dressed up for something. I thought you were expecting... uhm.. Your boyfriend to come over or something." "What? Never! I'd never wear something like this in front of Tariq. Besides, he's not my boyfriend anyway!" "Oh.. err.. Sorry mum. I didn't mean to say that you're dressed.. err... I just thought you might be expecting someone. You look great. I felt a bit awkward at first because I thought I was imposing. I thought maybe I should have come in the evening instead." "No sweetheart, I'm so glad you came. I'm so happy you're here. You thought I was all dressed up for someone?" "Well yeah. I mean, usually you're not dressed up like this." "Oh sweetheart, you're such a darling. No babes, I'm not expecting anyone at all today. I've just been waiting for you. I've been getting ready all morning, tidying the place, getting... myself ready." "I was hoping that was why... uhm... I thought it might be when... well, that business with the digibox downstairs..." "Oh babes, don't; remind me about that. I feel so embarrassed. I had no idea... I was...." "No, no mum... don't be embarrassed. It's ok... please don't be embarrassed. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about.... I'm the one that should be ashamed of myself." "Oh why sweetheart? You haven't done anything wrong.... Have you?" There was silence in the room for a moment. "Sweetheart, don't be shy, you can tell me. You know you can tell me anything." "Well uhm... I couldn't help it. It was difficult not to look. I feel so stupid mum, please don't be annoyed. I only looked a couple of times. I didn't mean to. It was hard not to look. You're so beautiful and I tried not to look." "Oh sweetheart. Don't you dare feel embarrassed about that. I'm not the least bit annoyed." "Your not?" "No. Not at all babes." "Can I ask you something then?" "Of course babes" "Uhm... well... when I first came in and we sat downstairs for a bit...." "Yeah...?" "Well, I didn't mean to but I accidentally caught a peek... uhm... well you was turning around and your skirt... uhm twirled out... and... uhm... well you was wearing... uhm... and ahh.... Later you weren't wearing... uhm..." "Oh sweetheart... It's ok, I know what you're trying to say." Sona's voice was hushed and reassuring. "Ok... so uhm... why was that?" "Oh sweetie, I feel embarrassed about all that now." "OK, that's ok... forget I asked... I was just a bit curious... You don't have to explain." "No, no, sweetheart. It's ok... I... uhm. ha" Sona sounded giddy. "Well... I ahh. Well you know when a woman, gets... um... a little warm..." "Warm? Like when the heaters are on?" "No. no, sweetheart.. ha-ha... you know... you're a mature enough young man to understand these things... when a woman gets a little WARM-warm. You know. A little flushed." "Ahh oh... he he... I get it..." "Ha-ha... ok... well I felt a bit like that before... and errm, well they'd got a bit uncomfortable because they'd... uhm..." "Become uhm... a bit moist?" Mobeen finished her sentence. "Ha-ha, yes. Moist. Well, they were getting uncomfortable so I just took them off." "Ahh ok... that makes sense... ha-ha... you must have forgotten when you.. uhm.. went to fix the TV." "OH babes, don't remind me. I can't believe I did that!" "Oh don't worry about it mum... really you don't need to be embarrassed. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing." "Oh honey, you're so generous with your compliments. I can't help feel a bit conscious. I'm 38 years old and time isn't friendly to a woman's body." "Oh mum! Come on! You don't need to worry about that department at all! I'm telling you! Absolutely nothing to worry about!" Sona giggled playfully. "Sweetie you're so kind. Like I said, time is a woman's mortal enemy... I get scared. When I do finally meet the right guy and we have to, you know, get intimate... I'm scared I might frighten him off....I'm a lot less... neater... down there... than I used to be." Morally Ambivalent Mother Ch. 04 ** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. ** ** This story is about incest between a mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. ** "Are you angry with me?" It was the first I'd heard from Sona in over two days. I hadn't been able to sleep the first night, my mind conjuring all sorts of fantasies, each one more erotic than the last; seductive images of Sona and her son, Mobeen, locked in a forbidden passionate embrace flashing through my mind. I played back the fantasy she'd related to me about her imaginary threesome. I tried to remember what I could, adding my own personally twists and tweaks to suit my personal salacious tastes. Mobeen's English girlfriend, Karen, played less of a role in my version. I was trembling when I answered the phone. It was completely unexpected and I'd been feeling edgy since Sunday. "Listen, I'll call you back in 5 mins. I'm at home now. Give me 5 mins ok? Don't go anyway!" I stammered in a half whisper, conscious that my wife might overhear me. There was a knowing laugh at the other end of line, she was mocking me. "OK, hurry up. Or I might decide I don't want to tell you what's been happening." I heard what sounded like a cackle. She was laughing at my desperation, relishing the power it gave her over me. She knew my weakness. We perverts think alike, knowing full well how to tease and tantalise each other. It didn't take me 5 minutes to shoot outside and climb into the car. If there was an award for 'get to the car in the quickest time', let's just say I'd be an Olympian medallist. I didn't even bother telling my wife I was going out. She'd look for me then leave me multiple missed calls. It was something I'd deal with when I got back. For now, the single most important thing for me was to hear about Sona's escapades over the last couple of days. I was an addict like any other and I needed a fix of my particular form of narcotic. The phone barely rang when I heard Sona's chirpy voice ring clearly through the line. "Hiya!" She greeted, bright as the day. "Hey!" I replied. "How're you doing? What's been happening? Listen I'm so sorry about that argument we had!!" "Oh, pshhh! Don't worry about that. It's all forgiven. How can I hold that against you? I hadn't even thought about it till you just mentioned it." I wish I could have said the same thing. My nights had been sleepless and my days listless. My stomach had been in knots, worrying if she would ever want to speak to me again. Though I knew my addiction to this woman was unhealthy, I failed at every attempt to push her out of my mind and out of my life. There was a brief moment of silence on the line, both of us jittery with excitement, neither knowing how to start the conversation. She was bursting to tell me and I was anxious to hear. Entering into that exchange suddenly seemed difficult, how exactly does one talk about some casual incest? "Sooooo, you gonna tell me what happened or do I have to reach through the phone and beat it out of you?" I asked, eager to have the details filled in. Sona chuckled, delightfully. It was a good sign to hear her in high spirits. "Oohhh nothing much. Been a boring few days, actually.... Oh, did I mention Mobeen came down for the holidays?" She said coolly, feigning disinterest to tease me further. "GRRRR, don't mess me about Sona. I'm on fucking tenterhooks here! I feel like I'm gonna go mad, you know how badly I need this!!" We both laughed together, two very dysfunctional people sharing our own perverted little jokes. "OK, ok. Sorry I'm being such a teasing bitch, I know. It's not fair on you." "Damn right! So you gonna tell me what happened or what? What the hell have you been doing since Sunday? Can I safely assume everything's cool with you? You and Mobeen ok?" "We're fine babes!" "Good...I guess...." I was pleased that everything had worked out, though rather unsatisfied with the brief answer. "So, that's it? Just 'fine'? Not 'FINE'?" I asked, trying to probe further. Sona snickered. I sensed a cheeky grin stretching across her face. "Weeeeell, lets just say that you were right. And I was wrong. And Mobeen was VERY FINE." My heart skipped a beat as my suspicions were realised. It would appear that Sona had been very busy with Mobeen! "OH MY GOD!!!" I felt a twang in my crotch as blood rushed to my growing member. "You didn't!!" "We DID!" She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Over and over. Here. There. Everywhere. All over the house. It's like we were on a mission! Fucking all over the place as if to prove to ourselves it was really real! Like this is our little universe and we can be together however we like all over it! God, it was fantastic!" "I can't believe it!!" I bellowed into the phone, unable to contain myself. "Believe it babes! And you remember that fantasy I told you? All the way back when? Remember? The one about me, him and Karen?" I of course was rather well versed in how that fantasy went considering I'd re-imagined it so many times since then. "That fantasy didn't do my boy any justice!" She added, breathlessly. "What? How?" I was trembling with excitement as my cock ached against the confines of my jeans. "He's a fucking stallion! That boy definitely has my sex drive! He's just relentless." Sona dropped to hushed tones as she whispered conspiratorially. "This one time, he just kept hammering me one hour straight! He was like a fucking steam engine! I had to beg him to stop!" "I can't believe it! This is... fucking incredible! So you actually did it? You fucking little bitch!" Sona giggled as I threw playful profanities at her. "Shame on you young lady!" "It feels unreal. It's weird; it feels like we've always been like this. Like, together in this way. I don't feel shy, or ashamed, or embarrassed or anything like that. It feels really natural and open. We've just been walking around the house naked and fucking whenever we want like it's nothing. Like, completely normal and everyday. I don't mean 'everyday' as in 'boring'. Completely the opposite!! But, still natural. Like, it's 'normal' for US. You know? I don't know, I can't explain it!" She was breathless as she excitedly tried to organise her thoughts into coherent sentences. "Well, I guess it's not that strange. I mean, you've always been together -- as mother and son I mean. I guess it's expected that things would feel natural and normal. Even like this." "Maybe. But we're so casual about it. We've become casual so quickly, I mean. I thought it might be awkward. After the first time, on Sunday, I thought it might be weird. You know, we'd crossed a boundary and all that rubbish. I thought he might be weird with me. Or that I might feel weird towards him. But it wasn't like that at all. It felt really normal and natural. Isn't that strange?" "I don't know. I'm no expert of course. But like I said, in a way the two of you already have a trusting and loving relationship. I guess it's very easy to be natural and normal with each other because that's how your relationship already is. Think about it... Imagine how it is with a guy you don't know that well. You're self conscious... You don't know what they're thinking... They don't know what you're thinking. The rules and norms of your relationship are still being formed. It's awkward because you're still finding your feet in the relationship. It takes years for that stuff to settle down. Here, you guys have already done all that 'settling-down' stuff. It's very easy for you and Mobeen to just be yourselves because that's how you've always been with each other. That's probably why it feels so natural and relaxed -- there's no agonising about your relationship before, during or after." "Yeah but, I expected something like this to change the dynamics of the relationship. Well, I didn't 'expect' it as such, but you know what I mean. I just figured it would affect it." "Well maybe it has. Maybe it's such a natural and subtle change that neither of you have spotted it and have adjusted to it without any problems?" "Maybe. I don't know. Sounds like you're being a bit philosophical, but whatever. All I know is I'm glad things are ok. I hope it stays like this. It kills me to think we've forever fucked up our relationship." "Who knows. Guess you might find out one day... or never at all." "Yeah, nice attempt at reassurance, babes. Maybe you'd like to read out a few holy verses on how we're committing atrocious sins while you're at it?" Sona spoke with icy sarcasm in her voice. "Well, I'm just being honest. I don't know the future and neither do you or anybody else. But seeing as what's done is done, I guess you should just cherish what you have and do your best at keeping it that way. Glass half-full sorta thing...." "Yeah, I guess. I don't want to do anything to hurt my baby." "Well, if that's the case, make sure you always keep a tube of lube handy. You know lubeless jiggy can be very stressful on a man's cock! Ha-ha!!" "Ha-ha, you bastard!" Sona giggled delightfully. The two of us laughed together as I felt her relax and the concerns ease. Clearly there was much for her to think about. Who knows what the future now held for them. Somehow I suspected I'd be around for a long time in her life to listen to her problems and help her through whenever I could. Sadly, it would appear I was condemned to enjoy the salaciousness of this forbidden relationship only as an outsider and commentator. As our giddy laughter subsided a brief silence descended onto our conversation, a moment for each of us to absorb the reality and enormity of what she and Mobeen had done in the privacy of their home, away from accusing eyes and intolerant minds. "Wow... really, this is fucking amazing. I'm gob-smacked. Shocked, gob-smacked, surprised, astounded all at the same time." I said, whistling loudly through pursed lips "Come on, though. Surely you suspected this was going to happen. I mean you were the one encouraging me, suggesting I get dressed sexy and all that. You must have known this was coming! What else did you think I'd be calling you about?" "Well, I wouldn't say I expected it. I thought it MIGHT happen. I'll admit, the pervert in me HOPED it would happen. But, I was just waiting to hear from you to find out for real. Even then, this is still such a massive thing, it's still shocking whichever way you look at it. I mean, he's your son, Sona." "I KNOW!! My God, I'm definitely going to hell now." Sona, chuckled nervously. "I think there's a special place in hell for all of us.... Definitely for you!" "Oi!!" "Ha-ha. Ok. Just kidding.... Change topic! Ok, so you guys have had a lot of fun then." I grinned into the phone. "MMMMmmm lot's and lots. And lots and lots more." "Wow, sounds like you've been busy." "I think I've lost count of how many times we did it. A couple of times we did it for so long they just sort of blended into each other! Ha-ha!" "Wow, like a regular married couple!" "Yeah! But definitely in the honeymoon phase! He can't keep his hands off me!" "I'll bet he can't! I bet he's counting his lucky stars! A hot mum who's fit, gorgeous and gagging for it!" "You're forgetting to mention a mummy who'll let him do anything to her!" I could tell Sona had a sneaky grin on her face in readiness to drop another saucy nugget of information. "Really? Sounds like you two have been a little bit kinky as well as naughty on a massively immoral scale..." "Ha-ha, you could say that..." She teased. "Well... come on then, spit it out!" "I let him... do me in the bum!" She whispered excitedly. As if saying it out loud would wake the neighbours to her kinky little secret. "Reeaalllly???" I shifted in my seat as my cock twitched with earnest. "You really have been a naughty girl, haven't you?" I teased. "hee hee.. MMMmm, I have!" "And how did Mobeen manage to score that one so early on in your frolicking? He really must be a stud then, two days into fucking and he has his woman giving up her anal cherry to him?! Ha-ha!!" "Ha-ha! He didn't have to work for it at all actually. I gave it to him easily. I told you, I'd do anything for him." "So it would appear! So tell me then, how did it happen?" "Weeell, he was on top of me, it was pretty intense, and we were fucking real slow and sensual. Normal fucking. Vaginal, I mean. It was like, we were just enjoying being connected, just exploring that feeling of being joined. He told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved how my pussy felt. I just melted; I told him how much I loved his cock being in me. It was really natural and sensual." "And then? How did it get to the 'dirties'?" "It's not dirty. Not the way we did. It didn't feel dirty for us." She said plainly. "He just looked deep in my eyes, I felt a bit hypnotised I think. I could stare into his eyes all day." "Ahem... and then he...." I prompted. "Well it was quite natural how he did it. He came out of me and pushed my legs back and then pressed up against me again, except this time further back, at my bumhole." "Just like that?" "Yeah, he didn't say anything. No pleading or begging or fumbling about trying his luck or anything like that. He just pressed against it. He was really confident about it, like he knew it was ok with me." "How did you feel?" "It felt weird. I wanted to arch my back and pull my bumhole away, get him aligned with my pussy again. But there was something about his expression, like, it was going to happen. Like it was ok, like he'd take care of me and I had nothing to worry about. He stroked my hair and kissed me. Kissed me deep and passionately. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. It's strange it didn't feel like I was giving it to him, it just felt natural. Like we were just going to make love in a different way." "So just like that?" "Well not quite. It did hurt! It was difficult getting it in. But all throughout I felt like he was reassuring me. I didn't feel at all like I was doing something for him or that I was giving something away. It didn't even feel much like I was doing it for me either. It just felt like loving him differently. Like it's ok for us to love each other in that way. Like we were exploring each other, just enjoying how our bodies feel with each other." "Wow, that actually sounds quite emotional and spiritual." "It was. I think we just stared into each other's eyes throughout. It was really intense. Emotionally and physically. Like nothing I've ever experienced." "So how did it feel? Is it like vaginal? Must be more rough..." "It was quite nice actually. Felt weird at first. When he first entered me it was quite painful. I think he could tell I was hurting so he was really gentle. We took it really slow. There was no pressure or anything. Like I said, it felt like were exploring. It felt like he was in charge and I liked it. It felt like he was exploring my body, enjoying how feel around his cock. I felt like I was discovering another way for him to love me. I felt like I WANTED him to find new ways of enjoying my body!" "Wow!" "Yeah, so we just took it slowly. Took ages before he could fully fit in me. Don't know how long but I loved every minute of it. Slowly taking him in. Feeling myself stretch around him. It felt so thrilling to do that with him, to see the intense look in he's face as he eased into me. Knowing he's liking the sensation of how tight I am there. Knowing that I can give him something so pleasurable." "Sounds really intense!" "It was! We were just getting used to the feeling. Taking our time. Just enjoying being joined in that way. It did get quicker later though. He went slowly but her got quicker when it started to feel really good for me. Soon after he got all the way into me, I really started to like the feeling. It felt quite raw. Not that different to vaginal, except more intense. Like on another level. He could tell I was beginning to like it. Don't ask me how but he knew just the right time to start to fuck me a little. Slow at first but he got quicker. MUCH quicker. It was the most intense feeling I've ever felt." "So you proper arse fucked?" "Yeah... eventually. But like I said, it took a long time. I don't even know how long. Maybe because we took our time at first, the fucking felt so great, like my body was really being prepared for it. We definitely fucked though. I mean proper FUCKED. Like the same as vaginal -- proper pumping and thrusting." "How did that feel?" "It felt awesome! I mean, like I said, maybe because of the long build, but I'm telling you, finally fucking like that felt incredible!! Like normal sex times 100. Times a MILLION! It felt rough and raw and passionate, I loved it!" "Wow! Did you cum?" "Course I did! I lost count how many times. Once he started fucking me like that I think I started cumming almost straight away! Over and over. I'm telling you, it's really intense!" "Did he come as well?" "Yeah, he didn't last long. Once he started to proper fuck me in the bum, I don't think he could hold it back for too long. He came inside me. He told me I felt too good there and he couldn't hold back. I loved hearing that, hearing that I felt good for him. I told him I really wanted him to cum in me and he did, he filled me up properly there." "How did that feel?" "It felt nice. Really nice. Cos it's tighter there I could really feel his throbbing cock, like I could feel it pumping his cum into me. It felt awesome. I don't know if I imagined it but I'm sure I could really feel his cum splattering my insides. Maybe I was just so delirious and happy from the intense fucking and cumming. I don'y know. Ha-ha! Anyway, just knowing that he's satisfied and enjoyed himself was nice. Enjoyed being with me. Enjoyed my body. It was nice every time he came. Wherever. However." "Did you do anal just the once then? Did he cum inside you each time?" "We did anal three times. The third time he came in my mouth." "Really? You sucked him off after he'd been in your arsehole?" "Yeah. It sounds gross, I never thought I'd ever do something like that. I never even thought I'd do anal with anyone. I mean, I know it happens in porn all the time but that's porn, you know?" "So you weren't grossed out or anything?" "No, really, I wasn't. It happened really quickly. We were fucking, pretty rough. I was on all fours and he was behind me, pulling me by my hips and really hammering me in the arse. I was delirious, cumming multiple times and really just taking it like my life depended on it. He then pulled out and came round to my face and put it in my mouth. I really didn't think about it at the time. I'm telling you, my brain was mush, all I could think about was making my baby cum. I sucked him off and licked him clean without once thinking about it. I just loved satisfying him. Seeing the smile on his face, the way he looks at me like I make him so happy. Like he's proud of me. I just want to keep doing that. Make him happy any way he wants. Like, I know it's wrong but the fact I'm doing it with him makes it feel like I'm completely his. Like, by doing something wrong, and naughty, and a bit nasty, I'm proving just how much I belong to him. I don't know who I'm proving it to, whether myself or him. I just know that I like the feeling of it. That feeling of being devoted. " Sona went silent for a bit before continuing. She knew she wasn't making much sense as she rambled on excitedly. Morally Ambivalent Mother "I guess... I'm not sure there IS a difference." I admitted. The room was filled with a heavy silence for a while as the two of us considered the implications of what we'd discussed. "I'll be honest with you; I think it's actually quite kinky." I eventually said, taking a large swig of coke and placing the empty can back on the table. "Really? So why have you been giving me a hard time about it?" She asked. She seemed to relax a little now. "I haven't, I just wanted to know what you thought about it. I wanted you to think about it a little. I have a feeling poor Mobeen has done a lot of thinking about it!" She poked me playfully. "Don't say that. I'd hate to think I've been giving him the wrong signals." "You couldn't help it if you tried. You're intoxicating and even Mobeen has fallen under your spell." "Shut up, you." She laughed playfully. "Anyway, like I said before, I'm sure it's all Karen's idea." "Karen's idea that Mobeen is also keen on." I added. "And that, it turns out, you don't really have any moral objections to." I turned to her with a perverse grin. "I think you should explore the possibilities before you flat out refuse." "WHAT??" She asked, incredulous about the prospect. "You think I should ... with my own son?" "That's not what I said. I didn't say you should 'anything' with your own son. I said you should 'explore the possibilities'. It seems a shame that three open minded and consenting adults shouldn't enjoy themselves. It's nobodies business but theirs. You can't tell me you're not even a little curious about it." "Well, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it." "I KNOW you'd be lying. I know YOU. You KNOW I know you better than that. For a moment, regardless of how long you entertained the idea, you did think about joining your son and Karen. Didn't you?" "OK, I did, ok? Is that what you wanted me to admit to?" I grinned at her widely; she smiled back at me as the two of use shared a moment of devious perversity. "So what's stopping you?" I asked, pushing the issue. "Well not much by the looks of it. You've made that much pretty clear!" "Indeed." I stared at her intently, relishing in the discomfort she was feeling. "What?" She asked with a wry smile. "So come on then, tell me about this thought you had. When you considered the possibility of saying 'yes'. How did you imagine it would turn out? How does the fantasy go?" "Oh come on, you're not going to let this rest are you?" "Are you serious? You've had fantasies about having a threesome with your son and his girlfriend and you think you can get away with not telling me about them?? Do I need to remind you of how kinky and perverted I am?" She giggled playfully and rolled her eyes. "Well, for a moment, I kinda imagined what it would be like. You know, the three of us. Together." "Where?" "Where, what?" "Where did you imagine you were? Set the scene a little, woman!" Sona's eye's twinkled as her mind raced with saucy thoughts. "Oh, ha-ha, we're at home. In the living room. Me and Karen sitting on the sofa while Mobeen's watching us form the recliner." "Clothed?" "Yes, all of us are clothed. We're all sort of looking at each other nervously, not really knowing how to start." "So you all know something's going to happen, or at least you all want 'something' to happen?" "I think so. There's a bit of an electric excitement in the air." "Is Mobeen watching you?" "He's watching us both. Me and Karen. But I get the feeling he's watching me more." "Does that excite you?" I watched as Sona's expression softened and she stared into the distance. Her voice became soft, almost a whisper as she continued relating her fantasy. It somehow sounded less like one she'd had and more like one she was having. "Yes...it does. It makes me... tingle a little having him watch me like that. Having someone look me up and down like that. He makes me wonder what he's thinking." "What do you think he's thinking?" "I'm not sure. I'm a little anxious and nervous about the whole thing." "What do you WANT him to be thinking?" "Mmmm, I think I want him to like what he's seeing. Like how I look." "Have you dressed up for him?" "Yes, I'm dressed nice. I'm wearing a sheer top, skirt and sexy stockings. And some boots. Knee high boots. I'm dressed sexy." "You must be an eyeful. Mobeen must like what he's seeing very much." "I want him to like it. I've never worn anything like that in front of him before." "He must be very excited to see through your sheer top." "Yes, he is. It blew him away at first. He couldn't believe I was wearing such a thing. He could see my lacy bra through my top. It makes me feel so naughty." "I think he's seen you in naughtier outfits. I'm sure he's seen some of your racier facebook pictures." "Maybe, but those were for other guys. It's different this time." "It sounds sexy. You've dressed sexy for him, haven't you?" "I have. I want to excite him." "So you must be very glad that he's checking you out. Eyeing your sexy figure. Getting turned on by how hot you are." "I am, yes. It's getting me turned on knowing that he's getting turned on by me." "Does Karen like what she sees?" "Yes, Karen is ogling me openly. She's complimenting me on my figure. My legs. My sexy boots. She says I have nice boobs." "How does that make you feel?" "Really excited. She asks Mobeen what he thinks of my outfit." "What does Mobeen say?" "He likes it very much. He tells me how sexy I am. Karen asks him what he thinks of my boobs. I feel embarrassed, I can't believe she's asking him that." "What does he say?" "He says they look great. He says he loves that I wore my sheer top. He tells me how sexy my boobs look." "How does that make you feel? Your son talking about your sexy boobs?" "I feel a bit strange. Shy. Embarrassed and really turned on. It all feels so naughty." "What happens next?" "Karen edges closer to me, she puts her hand on my thigh and leans into me. She starts kissing the nape of my neck. I enjoy her soft kisses there, they tingle delightfully. She rubs her hand up and down my thigh. I watch as her hand creeps up and under my skirt slowly, higher and higher her hand keeps stroking my thigh." "Are you touching her as well?" "Yeah. I place my hand on her thigh but I feel shy to move my hand the way she is with me. But it still feels nice. She has soft skin. I can smell her perfume, it's very sexy." "What's Mobeen doing?" "He's watching us. Watching us being playful." "Then what happens?" "Karen's hand starts moving to the inside of my thigh. I close my legs a little. I don't want to but it's just a reaction. I feel a bit embarrassed. She's gentle with me. She kisses her way up my neck, along my chin and to my lips. She kisses me gently, softly. She tastes wonderful. I relax a little and her hand starts moving again along my inner thigh. I'm a bit more relaxed now. It feels so exciting having her hand there." "I gasp when I suddenly feel her other hand cover my boob. It's unexpected and surprising at first. I've never been this far with a woman before. But her kisses are insistent. She's playful with me, reassuring me with her soft lips on mine. I let her squeeze my boob, it feels nice. She's very gentle with me." "Her kisses start getting firmer now. Her mouth opens and she pushes her tongue into mine. I return her kisses, it's so exciting. She's a great kisser and soon we're both gasping and moaning into each others mouths." "Her hand, the one under my skirt goes a little higher now. I can feel it getting close and I'm gasping for her to carry on. I really want her to touch my now and she knows it too. I'm pushing forward a little, pushing closer to her; I want her to know how turned on I am." "Finally she touches me. She reaches my pussy and massages it from outside my thong panties. I've completely soaked the fabric, I'm so turned on. She smiles at me and tells me how wet I am and I feel a little embarrassed. Embarrassed that my excitement is so obvious. She kisses me again, it makes me feel better. Less shy about it." "She tells me she's wet for me too and asks me to see. I reach under her skirt nervously. I'm so nervous and excited my hands are trembling. She's still massaging my cunt while I slowly reach for hers. I'm shocked to find she isn't wearing any panties. She's so wet, just like she says. I've never felt another woman's pussy before. She's so wet and slippery. I rub her pussy and she moans and kisses me. We play with each others pussies, massaging each others cunts while we kiss hungrily." "She pulls her hand from my cunt and begins to unbutton my blouse. She's still kissing me, firmly and flicking her tongue into my mouth. She's such a great kisser and I feel like melting in her arms. I still play with her cunt, mashing her slippery pussy. She unbuttons my blouse completely and pushes the delicate fabric off my shoulders and down my arms. Quickly she unclips my bra from behind and I suddenly feel the lacy material fall away from my boobs, exposing them." "I curl inwards, suddenly aware that my top half is pretty much naked. I feel shy about being nude. I'm very aware that Mobeen is watching us and it makes me very embarrassed to be naked like this in front of him." "Karen doesn't allow me to hide my nudity though. Even while she's kissing me she pulls my blouse and bra away, exposing me properly. She then climbs behind me on the sofa and turns me to face Mobeen. We're both facing Mobeen now, Karen behind me, her legs stretched out either side of me and her chest pressed against my naked back. She's reaching around to my front and her hands are covering my boobs, cupping and squeezing them." "Karen asks what Mobeen thinks of my boobs as she pulls her hands away. She lifts them up as if showing them off to him. I feel so embarrassed I can't look at him. My head is down; I'm just watching her hands play with my boobs. It's so exciting, feeling the embarrassment mixed in with the excitement of what her hands were doing. She squeezes and caresses them, pinching and tweaking on my sensitive nipples." "What does Mobeen say?" "He says I've got beautiful boobs. He says he likes my hard nipples." "Do you like that he can see them? Do you like having Karen showing them off to him?" "I love it. It's so exciting and kinky. I still can't look up at him though." "Why?" "I'm a bit scared of what I might see. I'm scared to see the lust in his eyes." "Does Karen not make you look at him?" "No, not yet, she has other ideas. She pushes my off the sofa and tells me stand up. As I get up she turns me around to face her. My back's facing Mobeen now. She pulls me closer, right to the foot of the sofa and starts to kiss and lick my tummy. She pushes her tongue into my belly button and it makes me giggle a little. She's so playful and seductive. She smiles at me; she's so beautiful and sexy. I feel her hands creep up under my skirt and along the outside of my thighs. I let her, I love what she's doing to me." "She starts kissing my tummy again as I feel her hook her fingers into the waistband of my thong panties. I don't stop her; it feels so exciting knowing she's taking my panties off. I look down at her and she's just smiling a wicked smile at me as she pulls the thong down my legs and to my ankles. I look down to see the mess I've made in my panties, they're soaked. I step out of them and watch as she brings them to her nose and smells them. She's so kinky and hot. She tells me she loves the smell of my pussy. I feel a buzzing in my tummy when she tells me that. It sounds so naughty hearing her say it. She looks so sexy sniffing them." "I'm shocked at what she does next; she throws my wet thong to Mobeen and tells him to smell them. I can hear him, inhaling deeply on my thong. It's so exciting knowing what he's doing. He's smelling my pussy as well and it's so hot." "She smiles at me seductively as she scrunches up the hem of my skirt on either side and starts lifting. I stop her; I'm not ready for this just yet. I'm not ready to be completely naked yet. She just smiles at me understandingly. She lifts up just the front of my skirt for now, exposing me to her eyes only. She leans in and starts kissing all around. She teases me, kissing over my shaved pubes and around the inside of my thighs. I'm gasping now; it feels like torture, having her tease me like that. I place my hand on her head and gently press her to me. She knows what I want, what I need, but she's insisting on toying with me." "Finally I feel her hot breath on my sensitive cunt and she begins licking my pussy. It feels like my head is going to explode as her gentle tongue teases my cunt. She spreads me open with her fingers and flicks her tongue over my clit. I push my pelvis forward; I want her to devour me. She licks and teases over my whole pussy, sucking on it and nibbling on my clit. Every now and then I feel her stiffen her tongue and probe into me. Its difficult form this position but she does it anyway. I press her hard against me, it feels incredible." "I've heard women are much better at oral sex than men and I finally see it's true. She works magic on my cunt. She laps at my opening telling me how delicious my pussy is. I can feel my climax beginning in the pit of my stomach. She seems to sense it as well as she closes her mouth of my clit and sucks on it firmly. She mashes my clit with her tongue. My climax builds and builds and builds while she eats my pussy. Finally I can't hold back any longer and I hold her to my cunt and I feel my orgasm take hold. I feel a tingling in my teeth as bolts of electricity shoot through my body. I can feel an ache in my tummy as my clit throbs in delight. I feel my pussy clench and twitch in ecstasy as my toes curl and I let out gasp after gasp, panting deliriously." "She's such a magnificent lover, she continues to lick and kiss my pussy, soothing my tingling clit while making sure I stay aroused and excited. She comes out from under my skirt and I stare down at her flushed face. She smiles up at me and I can't help but giggle a little at her wet face. She reaches up and pulls me down, pulling my face to hers and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on her lips and in her mouth. We giggle a little from how slobbery the kiss is, with so much of my slimy juice on her face. I like it. It's so naughty and kinky." "We keep kissing like that, playful delicate kisses over each others faces. I realise just how sweet a lover a woman can be and I'm excited about doing for her what she's done for me. She reaches up to the waste of my skirt and I can feel her hook her fingers into the waistband. I don't stop her this time. I'm too deeply satisfied to care as I feel her pull the skirt over my bum and down my legs. I'm completely naked now. I don't feel embarrassed anymore about being nude. I like it. I feel sexy, standing naked in front of her adoring eyes." "It's only when she asks Mobeen what he thinks of my bum that I suddenly freeze and remember he's still with us. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm completely naked. Not only that, but in this position, bent over at the waste with my back facing him, he has a good view of my pussy as well. As if to emphasise the point, Karen presses on my lower back, forcing me to arch and push my bum out. She pushes my feet a little further apart so that I'm now properly exposing myself to Mobeen." "How does that make you feel?" "It feels so incredible. Just the thought of it. The thought of Mobeen seeing me like this, parading my cunt to him makes me so embarrassed and excited. Karen holds me like that; she makes sure I don't move, she won't allow me to hide my pussy from him. She makes a point of forcing me to pose so provocatively for him. It makes me want to do it more. I'm so excited about posing like that for him. I want to look sexy for him. I want him to be turned on by me; by the way I'm posing for him." "Karen reaches between my legs and I feel her fingers slide up and down my pussy. I look at her pleadingly but she just smiles at me. I gasp as I feel her fingers slip into my cunt. She tells Mobeen how wet I am, and how tight my pussy was. I feel like I'm going to die with shame but at the same time it feels so exciting and I can feel myself getting wetter. I want to pose for him more. I realise part of me has always wanted to pose for him." "Karen looks at me seductively and tells me that Mobeen loves seeing my pussy. She tells me how excited he is and how hot my pussy makes him. She then kisses me and whispers in my ear how my juicy pussy has made his cock really hard and how he is now pumping his massive prick while he watches her finger my juicy cunt." "She asks me if I like this, if I'm enjoying parading my juicy cunt to my own son, if it makes me hot that my son has a hardon for me. I nod, despite myself. I don't want to admit it, I feel embarrassed to. But I nod, I can't help it. She grins at me wickedly because she can see my weakness." "She calls me a slut. A dirty slut. A dirty cheap whore. Her nasty words just make me more turned on and I just keep gasping as her fingers keep pumping into my pussy." "My head is spinning. I feel delirious and that I might lose my balance. Her probing fingers play with my cunt so expertly while her thumb begins to gently massage my tingling clit once again. She whispers how she's using her fingers to open me up for Mobeen's massive cock, how I'm going to love how he's going to stretch me open with it. She tells me what a fantastic lover he is and how I'm going to enjoy being fucked by him." "She asks me if that's what I want. If I want her to open up my pussy for him. If I want her to get my pussy ready for Mobeen and his massive cock. I nod at her. I can't help myself now and I nod at her enthusiastically. She can see I feel so ashamed of myself for wanting this so bad but I can't help myself. The bitch knows it and she's torturing me now." "She tells me to say it. She wants me to say how badly I need it now. She wants Mobeen to be able to hear me say how turned on I am, how I'm loving posing like this for him, how wet my pussy is knowing he's hot for me." "I say it. Weakly at first. I'm scared and embarrassed and so, so turned on I don't feel I've got the strength." "Karen's not satisfied. She holds my jaw and makes me look at her, look at how serious she is. She continues to fuck me with her fingers, slipping in and out of me easily. She makes me say it louder. She tells me to say it loud enough so Mobeen can hear it. He wants to hear his mother say it loud." "I moan it out load. I'm on the brink of sobbing. My mind is a mush of shame and excitement I don't know what to do. I scream out that I'm so hot for Mobeen. I tell him that my pussy is soaking wet and throbbing for him. I'm admitting it to myself more than anything." "Karen grins at me wickedly. The bitch is enjoying torturing me. She tells me to beg. To beg for Mobeen's cock. She wants me to beg him to give me is cock. She wants me to tell him that his mummy is begging to be filled by his massive cock." "I do it. I moan it out loud. I'm gagging for it now. I can't help myself. I beg for it. I beg for Mobeen to give me his cock. I plead with him. I beg him to give it to me. I tell him how badly mummy needs his fat prick." "Karen laughs at me and calls me a dirty slut. I nod. I repeat it myself. I tell her I'm such a dirty slut. I tell them both. I groan it out load that I'm such a dirty slut and I need to be fucked badly. I scream out for Mobeen to fuck me. Fuck his mummy like a cheap whore. Fuck me like the nasty slut that I am. I start moaning it and repeating it like a mad woman. Begging and pleading for Mobeen's cock." Morally Ambivalent Mother "I would have let anyone or anything fuck me right now. Karen had got me so hot from fingering me and all the naughty things she'd been whispering in my ear and all the nasty things she'd made me say, all I want at this point is to be fucked." "I feel Mobeen approach me from behind and as if in reaction I arch my back a little more, pushing my bum out to him, aiming my pussy out like a sex starved nymphomaniac, letting him know how badly I need this. I'm being completely shameless now. I want him to know I'm gagging for his cock now and that he can take me. Take me as hard as he wants. Take my pussy any way he wants. I want him to know that my pussy is completely his now." "I'm whimpering now, like a mad woman. I'm whimpering and begging for cock. I plead to be fucked. I beg Mobeen to fuck me. To fuck his mummy. To fuck his mummy like the dirty cheap slut that she is. That I am." "Karen reaches between my legs and I feel her take hold of Mobeen's cock and rub it up and down along my slit, coating his cockhead with my juices. It feels like a hot poker, pressing against my wet cunt. She then brings him to my opening, nuzzling his hot bulbous cockhead at my wanton pussy hole. My legs are trembling so bad I think I'm going to collapse." "I feel him push, gently at first and then apply a bit more pressure as he realises how tight I still am. I clench my pussy, suddenly fearful of how he might hurt me with his big cock. He feels massive. But I can do nothing to stop him as my slimy cunt slowly stretches wider to swallow his massive cock." "He takes hold of my hips and pulls me to him, pushing forward in mini thrusts as his fat cock invades my tight little pussy. Karen coos and strokes my face, as I pant and moan from the pain of being stretched open. She tells me how beautiful I am, how sexy and desirable." "She tells me how I'm going to love being fucked by Mobeen. How his big cock would plough my tight little pussy and make me scream with pleasure." "Slowly I feel the pain ease only to leave the delicious sensation of being stretched wide around his magnificently hard and hot cock. He begins fucking me, gently at first, easing into me bit by bit. He reaches around and gropes my little boobs, squeezing them within his big hands and tweaking the sensitive buds. I feel his breath, raspy and rough against the back of my neck as he grunts, thrusting his pelvis against me, plundering my wet cunt." "Karen shuffles back on the sofa and I watch as she spreads her legs open and plays with herself. She massages her deliciously pink pussy and thrusts two fingers into her sopping cunt gasping and closing her eyes as she does so." "Mobeen keeps pushing into my cunt, reaching deeper and deeper into me. I feel his massive cock open me up and claim ownership of my love canal, conquering it further than anyone else before. Soon, he's giving me long and powerful thrusts as he eventually bottoms out completely into me. I can feel the short prickly hairs at the base of his cock tickle my opening. I feel completely owned by him, frightened by just how deep he is in me. I feel his veiny cock apply pressure onto the interior of my cunt as I struggle to accommodate him." "He fucks me hard, driving his massive prick up into me. His thrusts are so intense he's beginning to lift me off the floor. Eventually he just lifts me up off the floor completely and fucks me like that. I hook my ankles behind his knees, fearful I might fall but he holds me confidently. His large hands are squeezing my boobs and holding me in position on his cock, I can do nothing to prevent him from ravaging me. I don't want to stop him. I want him to plough me any way he wants. I want him to enjoy my pussy. I want him to enjoy fucking me. My poor little pussy's already been stretched wider than ever and I love it. I'm loving feeling so full." "He tells me how much he loves my tight little cunt and the sound of his gruff voice in my ear drives me wild. He tells me, with seductive anger how he's going to teach me a lesson. Teach me that my pussy belongs to him now. That he's going to take me whenever he wants. That I'm his little slut now." "All of Mobeen's nasty words send me drive me wild as I grunt and groan with his relentless pounding. It was all I could do but to agree with him and pledge myself to his lust for me." "I tell him to fuck me. I can bare get the words out I'm so delirious. I tell him to fuck my pussy hard. Ruin my tight little pussy with his massive angry cock." "I call his name and he likes it. I tell him to fuck his 'mummy' and he likes it even more. He growls in my ear what a fucking slut I am and I agree with him. I beg him to fuck me like a slut. HIS slut." "As I pulls me down onto his cock with his mighty arms and thrusts into me with rough force I start whimpering. I keep telling him to fuck his mummy. Fuck mummy's pussy. Fuck mummy's slut pussy. Fuck mummy like a dirty bitch. He likes that. He likes me talking like that and it makes him give me several hard thrusts while her growls in my ear." "He shifts to the side and sets me down on the sofa beside Karen, my small frame seems weightless in his strong arms. He pushes my torso forward and without hesitation I push my bum out again, offering up my pussy, eager for more of his powerful fucking. Karen was right, he IS a terrific lover and the aching absence I now feel in my loosened cunt only reminds me of how wonderfully he fills me." "He invades me again. Aiming his huge cock head at my gaping hole and taking me to the hilt in one powerful thrust, pushing the air out of my lungs. He takes my hands and holds them behind my back in his tight grip. He takes hold of my hair, wrapping it around his fist a few times and pulls my head back. He tells me how he's going to fuck me like a cheap slut. I gasp and moan in excitement. I WANT to be his cheap slut. I beg him to fuck me like a whore. HIS whore. I beg him to fuck mummy like a nasty slut because that's what I deserve." "He fucks me hard. Even harder than before. My pussy screams in delight as his powerful cock conquers my insides. I can do nothing but pant and grunt as his massive cock ploughs my honey pot. He yanks my head back and growls all sorts of nasty hateful words at me. Somehow he knows how each one turns me on even more and more as he calls me a whore, a slut, a cunt, a dirty fuckslut." "He fucks me like that for what feels like an eternity. Hard angry thrusts into my cunt as he degrades me with his nasty words. Yanking my head back making me howl like a bitch as he ruins my poor pussy." "Eventually I feel him tense as he roars and thrusts into me harder than before. I yelp in pain as his cock head nudges my cervix. He grabs my hips and pulls me to him, grinding his massive cock into me. I feel his cock throb as spurt after spurt of searing hot spunk fires up into me." "The feeling of him unloading his seed into me tips me over the edge and I scream as my cunt clenches down on his cock as I begin to cum too. He begins thrusting into me again, enjoying the extra pressure as hot spurts of thick creamy cum splatter the inside of my tortured pussy hole. I tighten my fists over the back of the sofa and grimace as thunderous bolts of energy shoot from the base of my cunt to my finger tips and toes." "He fucks me relentlessly all through my climax, each one of his thrusts powerful and angry and nudging my own orgasm on and on. He unloads his copious seed into my poor pussy, filling me to the brim with his virility." "He begins to slow down now, panting as his orgasm fades. He collapses onto me, resting his heavy torso on my back, pinning me down on to the sofa under him. I continue to squirm on his cock, just enjoying the remnants of my climax as my pussy continues to throb delightfully. He's cock is still in me, still claiming my pussy as his prize as I gyrate seductively under him." "Finally he climbs off and I feel his enormous cock vacate my slack pussy. Before I can move, Karen quickly shifts onto the floor behind me and I feel her tongue delicately play over my pussy. She kisses and licks my sore cunt, soothing relaxing me after the most powerful fucking I've ever received. I hear her mewing and moaning, telling me how she loves the taste of our sex." "She stops suddenly and I peek back to see why and catch the sight of Mobeen leaning back on the recliner while Karen is kneeling on the floor in front of him. I can't see much but I can tell from her head movements she's sucking him off, giving him the same sweet treatment she'd just given me." "I lie like that for a bit, breathing deeply after the most fantastic fuck I'd ever had. My pussy feels loose and sore and I can feel Mobeen's hot cum dribbling out of me. I peek over at my young lovers; Karen's head is bobbing eagerly on Mobeen's cock as she licks up our love juices. He's just reclining on the sofa with a big smile on his face. I imagine that he's happy that I was such a good fuck for him." The room fell silent as Sona's fantasy drew to a close. I looked at her for a long moment. During her fantasy she'd pulled down her jeans and panties and was openly playing with her sweet pussy, rubbing it furiously. I had also taken my cock out and was pumping my engorged hardon. We'd masturbated together before so it's wasn't that strange to be doing it again here, like this. "I think you're right to image that." I said softly. "I think he'd really enjoy fucking you. I think you'd do anything to please him and you'd make sure you were the best fuck he'd ever had." A seductive smile appeared on her flushed face. Her eyes were still closed and she mewed as he fingers worked quickly in her slick gash. "I think I would. I'd do anything to satisfy him. I love him so badly. I want him to love me like that." "Like how you fantasised?" "Mmmm, yes. Like that." She replied. Her voice, was barely a whisper. I sat back on the sofa and quietly the two of us closed our eyes and masturbated together. We came at roughly the same time, me grunting as spurts of hot creamy cum gushed from my cock while she mewed and moaned sweetly as her pussy flooded and clenched around her probing fingers. Though it was barely a squeak, I was sure I could here her whisper her son's name as she gasped and moaned through her orgasm.