11 comments/ 134911 views/ 44 favorites Back to Haunt Me Ch. 01 By: HoHumMum Standard disclaimer Firstly this is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. I did a quick check and couldn't find any porn actress by the name of Cindi Suxx but you never know. Jane and Mike Robinson, on the other hand are reasonably common names and, if you're one of them, please be assured I'm not writing about you -- unless, of course, you want it that way! Secondly this story is a fantasy about incest and light BDSM. If this isn't your cup of tea then don't bother reading any further. Please note that I'm not advocating or opposing either, just writing about them. Thirdly I'm a Brit and I write about Brits. Both I and all the characters involved have English accents and, in particular, use 'mum' and 'mummy' where our US cousins use 'mom' and 'mommy'. Finally, all the characters are, of course, over eighteen. That said, enjoy the story... * "Ooh, big boy, fuck me, fuck me up the arse, ram your big fat prick up my bum hole 'till you fill me up!" The voice, my voice, came as clear as day from the lounge. I hadn't heard it in years, I thought it was in my past but, now it seems, it had come back to haunt me. First let me explain. I'd been in a fix; recently widowed and with the loan sharks circling I needed cash and I needed it fast. The bank were worse than useless, I'd run out of credit everywhere, and I was right out of options. Had I been on my own I probably could have coped but my son, Mike, was ten years old at the time and he had to be my prime concern. Keeping Mike housed, clothed and fed was all I was bothered about; the rest could go hang. And that's when I saw the add in the listings magazine. I'm no fool; I knew what they meant when they talked about 'glamour' photography but it was a chance for quick cash, enough to get me through, enough to see me back on my feet. Nervously I phoned the number and made an appointment. I was expecting some problems with my age, twenty eight at the time, but, apparently, that wasn't an issue so, two days later, I went down to town and found the back-street office where it all happened. The interview wasn't what I expected at all. I was ready for sleaze and all my senses were on full alert but Mr Jacobs, the producer, was very straightforward and businesslike. OK, so he had me strip off in his office so that he could 'check me over' but he was so matter of fact about it all it was no more embarrassing than stripping off for the doctor. Apparently he was pleased with what he saw because, with the proviso that I shave my pubes, he offered me a shoot right away. He explained that there was a big market for 'mum next door' shoots and that, as I had no tattoos and my breasts are natural, I was perfect for what he wanted. Payment, well, that depended on how far I was prepared to go. Top wack was for videos featuring anal sex. I blushed at the thought but, when he showed me what he was offering, my resistance started to crumble. With one shoot, one simple shoot, I could pay off all my bills and have a little over. Maybe Mike and I could go for a short holiday; heaven knows we needed one. But, just before we finished, Mr Jacobs did the one thing that helped me to trust him, the one thing above all others that persuaded me to go ahead. "Before you sign," he said, "have you thought through exactly what you're doing? Once it's done it's done and, forever after, it will be out there. Of course we'll use a false name but we can't use a false face. Five or ten years down the line this might come back and haunt you. Are you ready for that?" It might be a sleaze ball industry but Mr Jacobs was no sleaze ball; here he was being genuinely concerned about me. From then on I felt I could really trust him. What he said did stop and think but, what the heck, it would be one little video shoot among so many out there; what were the risks, realistically? A few days later found me down at the studios ready for my first day's filming. The plot, for what it was worth, was about a young lad sent on some errand to his sexy neighbour's house and she then proceeds to seduce him. The 'young' lad was almost as old as I was but, what the heck, no one is that fussy. It turned out his name was Mark and we actually hit it off pretty well; he had a wicked sense of humour, this was far from his first shoot and helped me get to know the ropes and relax into the part. And then, once we got going, well, I rather enjoyed it. Jane Robinson, my real name, would never indulge but Cindi Suxx, my screen name, was up for anything and it was quite liberating to indulge in all the dirty, slutty things I'd fantasized about but never, ever dreamed that I'd end up actually doing. Once I'd got into role and become Cindi Suxx it all came naturally and, when we finally got down to it and Mark started fucking my backside, after some initial pain, the anal sex was actually pretty much a turn on and my moans of pleasure weren't entirely put on for the camera. Indeed, by the time we got to the money shot I was disappointed to find that, apparently, it's de rigueur for the guy to shoot his load all over the girls body and I even felt a little cheated when I found out he wasn't going to come inside me. When it was all over Mr Jacobs congratulated me, said I was a natural, and offered me more work. Now porn star wasn't my first career choice but, well, the money was good and times were hard so I agreed to do two more. Both were pretty much along the same lines as the first one but with different guys each time, in fact the second time was with two different guys. I guessed that this would be the only time I would get the chance to find out what it feels like to be what the trade calls DP'd, or what we mere mortals would think of as fucked both ways at once. In fact, when we got down to it, we spent so much time arranging limbs so that the camera could see the action that there wasn't much actual fucking. I was quite impressed that the boys could keep their hard-ons with all the mucking about going on. And that was that, or so I thought. I'd paid off my debts, I'd put a few bob in the bank and I'd had a bit of fun. It was time to put Cindi Suxx to rest; time to return to being Jane Robinson and having the sort of career that you can tell your mum about. And now, eight years later, I've returned home unexpectedly and coming from the lounge is the sound of Cindi Suxx urging the 'boy next door' to fuck her up the bum hole. Quietly I closed the front door and went to peer through into the lounge. Mike was sprawled out on the sofa; his laptop was wired up to the TV, his trousers were around his knees and he was busy wanking off as Cindi Suxx rode anal cowboy. Just as Mr Jacobs had warned me my past had caught me out. "Having fun?" I asked softly. Mike's reaction was priceless. He spun round and, in doing so, fell off the sofa and on to the floor. He clasped his hands over his prick, god knows why, and blushed a bright shade of scarlet. All the while Cindi Suxx was reaching a noisy orgasm and urging 'big boy' to fuck her harder. "Mum!" Mark cried out. "What are you doing here?" "I didn't have any appointments this afternoon so I thought I come home and catch up on my tax returns. Look, can you switch that off please?" Mark did something with his laptop and the video stopped. For a long, long moment we just stared at each other. "I'm going to put the kettle on," I said and I turned and headed for the kitchen. I heard Mike going back and forth to his room and when I returned to the lounge it was as if nothing had happened. Well, until I turned the TV on and got no signal. "Mike!" I called out," the TV's broken, come and fix it." Sheepishly Mike came out of his room and into the lounge. After a couple of minutes of him fiddling with wires the TV burst back into life. He stood up and was about to head back to his room but I stopped him. We needed to sort this out and, realistically, the sooner the better. "So, you've found out about my little secret," I said. "Mum! How could you?" Mike asked. "I mean..." "How could I? I'm not the one caught with his pants down having a good old wank over pictures of his mother. I wouldn't be so sure you have the moral high ground here," I started but, as soon as I did, I could see his face drop. Ever since the death of his dad in that road accident Mike and I have been close and now, with him being eighteen and all, I could feel us drifting apart. If I bawled him out it would just make things worse. The last thing I wanted was for this to drive a wedge between us. "Please, Mike," I continued, "come and sit down. We need to get past this, to sort things out between us." I patted the sofa next to me and, reluctantly, Mike sat down. "Look, honey, it's not my proudest moment but it was a long time ago and I badly needed the money. Where do you think I got the cash to open the tanning salon from? Anyway, no one got hurt, and, apart from you, nobody knows anything about it, so where's the problem?" "I don't know, mum, it's just that... it's just that..." "It's just that you've never thought of your mum having sex? Is that it?" "Sort of, but anal, mum, that's so slutty." "Anal pays more and, anyway, talking of slutty, you seemed to be enjoying it. And I'll bet it isn't the only mucky video you've downloaded. You must have watched quite a few before you came across one of my little gems. One rule for you, one rule for me, eh?" Mike just bowed his head and I knew I was losing him. "Mike, it's OK," I said gently. "Really, it's quite flattering that you find me sexy. It's not every mum who gets to see her son getting off on her naked body." I decided I had to keep this light and easy and get everything out in the open so I continued. "I gather you're quite a Cindi Suxx fan; how many of my videos have you got?" "There's more than one?" "There's three altogether. That's the full extent of Cindi Suxx's brief but glorious career. I guess if you found this one you can find the other two. It's been years since I've watched them. Do you know, now they're out in the open, I wouldn't mind having another look?" "Wha..." "Well, OK, it was a bit of a shock when I came in and saw myself on screen again after all these years but, now I don't have to hide it from you anymore, I wouldn't mind checking them out again, just for old time's sake." I saw the look on his face. "What, do you think I should be ashamed of them?" "Well, it's not exactly the sort of thing you show granny, is it?" Mike replied. "No, and I'd be glad if you didn't go showing them to all those friends of yours either but, just the two of us, I wouldn't mind checking them out again." "What, you want us to watch them together?" "Why not? I think I'd prefer that to the idea of you watching them on your own. Look, I've got to make our tea. Why don't you go on line and see if you can find the other two so that, after tea, we can give all three of them the once over." "Mum, I can't believe you're asking me to do this." "I told you, I don't see anything to be ashamed of, well, not between the two of us, anyway, and, now the secret is out, I'd like to share them with you. Let you know what your mum used to do before she got old and wrinkly." "You're not old and wrinkly. You look just as good now as you did back then," Mike said firmly. "I'm glad you think so. Now come along, we've got things to do," I replied before getting up and heading for the kitchen. As I cooked the meal I thought over what had just happened. Having Mike wank over videos of me ought to have been a bit yucky but, somehow, it was kind of nice. I mean it's very flattering when an eighteen year old finds and old broad like me sexy, even if he is my son. What's more, and I know I'm not supposed to feel like this, I find Mike pretty sexy too. Part of me wanted to re-watch the videos for old time's sake, part of me had a very different motive; I wanted to share something intimate with my son. Did this make me a bad person? It wasn't as if I was going to hurt anyone. Anyway what I wanted was immaterial unless Mike... At this point some very naughty thoughts crossed my mind. I mean, I've been so busy with the salon that it's been ages since I've had time for any lover apart from my vibrator and a girl's got needs. Sometimes a bit of vibrating plastic simply doesn't do it. Wickedly I thought about Mike's prick; it seemed a waste if all he did was play with it himself, if I could just... The cooker timer buzzed to let me know that tea was ready. I plated it up and put it on the table before calling Mike down from his room. "So, did you find the others," I asked once we were both settled. "They took a bit of finding but I got them in the end," Mike confirmed. "'The Twins Next Door' and 'Home For The Holidays', yeah?" "God, that takes me back," I sighed. "Can you rig up your laptop the way you had it earlier. Then we can both sit and watch them together." "If you're sure you want to; it does all seem a bit weird." "Yes, I'm sure. Now, any more potatoes or have you had enough?" We finished our meal and, as I washed up the dishes, Mike connected his laptop to the TV. Then I went and joined him in the lounge. I sat on the sofa and insisted he sat beside me. First up was a re-run of 'Backdoor Neighbour'. I couldn't help but give Mike a running commentary, pointing out the many flaws in the video. After all, most viewers are too fixated on the action to spot, for example, where the boom mic gets into frame. When we got to the start of the anal section I couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure. "Oh, god, that's a moment I'll never forget," I sighed. "Mum!" "Well, it is. That's the moment I lost my anal cherry and, in case you hadn't noticed, Mark is quite well endowed. It took quite a bit of lube to get him up there, let me tell you." "Please, mum, too much information," Mike said but his eyes were glued to the screen and he seemed to have a new appreciation as Mark's prick eased its way in and out of my back passage. By now we had got to the bit where I was riding Mark for all it was worth. All the while I was urging Mark on using the dirtiest language Mr Jacobs could write for me. Mike was squirming in embarrassment; he'd certainly never heard me use language like that before. However, a tell-tale bulge in his jeans showed that he was enjoying it too. On screen I reached another climax before Mark and I changed places and I wanked him off until he shot his load all over my face and tits. As I rubbed the jism into my skin I looked up and smiled at the camera. "Mum?" "Yes, sweetie." "How much of that was acting?" "Some, but not all of it. It's quite difficult to get off when every mover is choreographed. I mean you can't always do what you want to. For example, although I don't mind having jism all over my face, I'd have much preferred it if he'd come up my backside." "Aw, mum..." "You were the one who asked," I pointed out gently, "but, yes, I did get off on it generally, still do, for that matter." "Still do?" "Well, I would do if I had a boyfriend. What with the running the salon and looking after you I never seem to get round to it nowadays. What? Does it worry you that your mum likes to have her arse fucked?" I saw Mike squirm a bit. It was one thing having Cindi Suxx use that sort of language but coming from me, well, that was different. "Anyway, let's move on. 'Home For The Holidays' next please," I continued. Mike clicked the mouse a couple of times and, moments later the next video started. There was precious little to chose between 'Home For The Holidays' and 'Backdoor Neighbour' except for slight differences in the weak excuse for a plot and a different co-star, Andy. "Mum," Mike started, "he's... black." "Michael Robinson! I have not brought you up to be a racist! Andy was a really sweet guy and we had a lot of fun doing this one. Whether he's black or white or green with purple spots has nothing to do with anything." "OK, mum, sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Mike said, mollified. Actually Andy's skin colour did have a lot to do with it. There was something deeply horny about his dark chocolate skin against my pale flesh. This was, after all, before I set up the tanning salon and it was quite obvious I hadn't had much sun that year. He took me doggy style and the sight of his big black cock all shiny with lube as it slid back and forth into my tight little rosebud was just perfect. "Ooh, god he was good," I moaned in recollection. "I hardly needed to fake it at all for this one." Mike glanced across at me before returning his stare to the screen. I glanced down; the bulge in his jeans was, if anything, bigger. "Honey," I said softly as I ran my fingertips up his thigh, "if this is getting uncomfortable you can get it out if you want. I don't mind." I finished off by tapping the bulge gently. Mike pressed pause and looked at me. "It's OK, really," I continued. "After all, it's perfectly natural that it's turning you on and, given what we're watching and seeing as how you've seen everything I've got, it's a little late to be shy." There was another pause as Mike just looked at me. I could almost read his mind as the urge to play with himself fought against his reticence. I knew that all he needed was the slightest nudge. "Tell, you what," I added. "If you get your prick out I'll show you my tits. You can't say fairer than that." Without waiting for confirmation I peeled off my tee shirt and took off my bra. I put them down on the sofa next to me. Mike stared at me goggle eyed. "How do they compare?" I asked as I turned to him and gave them a little wiggle. "Sagging a bit? Not as firm as back then." I pointed to the TV screen where my tits were also on display. "No, mum, they're not sagging, they're prefect," Mike replied. "You are sweet. Now, I've done my bit, now it's time to do yours. Let's have a look." Mike undid his fly and hoicked his prick out. No wonder he had been uncomfortable; it was rock hard and standing tall. "That's better, now we're both comfortable," I said. "Press play, will you." We returned to the video which now moved on to me deepthroating Andy. I explained that we had thoroughly washed his prick after it had been up my bum and, half jokingly, I reminded Mike about the need for sexual hygiene. Now that we were both relaxing a bit I put my arm around Mike and let him snuggle into me, his head against my naked tits. All the while his hand was busy stroking his prick, not vigorously but just enough to keep things ticking over. It should have been weird, it should have been yucky, but it just felt natural, mother and son, enjoying the TV together. The fact that I was half naked and he had his prick out and was playing with himself didn't feel out of place at all. Meanwhile, on the TV screen, we had got to the money shot and, as ever, Andy pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face and tits. As the white goo dripped down me I explained to Mike that Andy hadn't really come that much, his jism had been enhanced by the magic of cinema. The final video was 'The Twins Next Door'. The twist this time was that there were two guys having their way with me and it wasn't long before practically every combination had been tried. When we got to the DP section it had been quite cleverly edited so that it appeared to flow smoothly and was not the logistical nightmare I remembered. Most of the time I was riding cowboy on Wayne, one of the 'twins', whilst Stevie, the other one, came up from behind and took me up the arse. One shot had me fully penetrated and I turned to the camera and gave a moan of pure pleasure. "God, mum, you're such a slut!" Mike commented. "It's acting, remember," I replied. "I'm not the slut, Cindi Suxx is." Back to Haunt Me Ch. 01 "That wasn't all acting," Mike joked, "you were loving it." "Maybe, just a little," I conceded and, truth be told, I was even getting off on watching it. Even after all those years I could still remember how it had felt as two well endowed guys had fucked me front and rear. If only we hadn't had to keep stopping to find a new camera angle. This time the money shot had me knelt before the twins sucking them both off until, with amazing predictability, they pulled out and, this time, I got two jets of jism over me. "Well, that's it," I said to Mike, "you've now seen the entire Cindi Suxx catalogue. That brought back some happy memories, I can tell you. It looks like you enjoyed it too." I looked at his rigid prick and his fist stroking it back and forth. The temptation was too great and I had to ask. "Mike, can I finish you off?" "What, mum?" "I mean, we've shared so much this evening it seems a shame to stop now. We both know you need to come so why don't I...." I turned towards him, reached down with my hand, and, gently pushing his hand out of the way, took hold of his prick. Neither of us said a word as I worked my fingers up and down. I leaned further across until my face was mere inches from him until... Ooh, how I love seeing a man come. Great gobbets of jism shot from him all over my face, my hair and my tits. I nearly came on the spot the emotions were so intense. Eventually the spurts turned to a dribble and stopped. I looked up at Mike and smiled. Feeling like a total slut I massaged the jism all over me and played with my nipples a bit. Mike just looked back in wonder. "That's how Cindi Suxx looks after her man," I joked. "Wow, mum, that was..." "I know, honey," I cut across him, "I know. Now I need a shower and you need to change your jeans and tee shirt. That wasn't so much a come as a fountain," I joked. "Why don't you clear up in here and, when I get back, we'll watch that wild life documentary, OK?" And, when I returned from my shower, we both pretended it had never happened. What I hadn't bargained on was the can of worms this had opened inside me. I'd pushed my Cindi Suxx days so far back in the past but, now that I'd re-awoken them I was beginning to realise that it hadn't just been acting. Whilst Jane Robinson, successful tanning salon owner, was who I was and who I wanted to be, there was no denying that for a while being Cindi Suxx, porn star, had been fun. Under the guise of 'doing a little bit of porn to get out of a financial hole' I had actually been able to indulge in some pretty wild sexual fantasies. Jane Robinson represented all that was right and proper, all that was smart and businesslike; Cindi Suxx represented my repressed desires and fantasies, doing the things that "good" girls aren't allowed to. Now that these memories had been brought to the surface again it was going to be hard to get rid of them. There was no way I was going back into the porn business again; that had been a strict one off and, whilst the twenty eight year old might have got away with it I couldn't see much hope for trying to sell my thirty six year old body, however much Mike might have praised it. However, that didn't stop the ever growing itch between my thighs. I could, of course, gone out and found myself a boyfriend. I'm pretty sure that, were I to find a suitable partner, I wouldn't have too many problems if I were to suggest that I liked anal sex. However the whole dating thing was more than I wanted to handle. The salon was pretty settled nowadays but it still took up most of my time and, come the evening, all I wanted to do was slob out in front of the TV. I would want more than a series of one night stands and the thought of having some guy making demands on my time and messing up my life just didn't appeal. Of course, after my little session with Mike on the sofa, I was now aware of another way to scratch that itch but, since then, we'd not spoken about it and, whilst I was pretty cool about mucking about with Mike, I really didn't know how he felt about it. Just because I'd caught him wanking to videos of me and he hadn't made too much fuss when I'd tugged him off didn't mean that I could assume that he'd want to go any further. Still, he was being more affectionate recently; maybe, if I were to... "Mike, have you still got those videos" I asked gently that night over the evening meal. Mike just blushed bright beetroot, bowed his head and mumbled. I assumed that meant 'yes' and that he still watched them; so far so good. "It's just that I had so much fun watching them with you I thought, well, maybe we might do it again." Mike just stared at me. "It's OK if you don't want to, I mean, I'll understand but sharing them with you was special and, the end bit, having you come all over my tits was... well, let's just say I wouldn't mind doing it again." "You'd wank me off again?" Mike asked. "You haven't got any problems with...." We both knew the unspoken word, the one there might be problems with. "Sweetie," I said gently, "I'm fine with it as long as you are. You're a very sexy young man and, well, I'm still be your mum but it would be nice for me from time to time to go back to being Cindi Suxx instead. I seem to remember that you're a bit of a Cindi Suxx fan." Mike was still blushing beetroot but he couldn't hide a smile. I knew everything was going to be OK. "Why don't you set up your laptop after supper? Or were you planning to go out this evening?" "No, no mum, that's fine," Mike replied eagerly. "Excellent. Now there's a little more stew left in the pot. Finish it off for me; there's not enough for leftovers." And with that I went off to the kitchen to replenish his dinner plate. After our meal I did the dishes as Mike bustled around in the lounge setting up his laptop again. Judging by how eager he was he didn't seem to have too many problems with what we were doing. "I'll be with you in a couple of minutes," I said as I passed. "I'm just going to freshen up." I went to my bedroom and shucked off my clothes. With no love life to talk about I had very little in the way of sexy lingerie but a pair of lacy panties combined with a thigh length satin dressing gown looked pretty good. I checked myself out in the full length mirror. If you manage something like a tanning salon you've got to look after yourself, that's part of the advertising, and, whilst I would never look as good as I had eight years ago, I wasn't too bad for a woman in her mid thirties. I ran a brush through my hair and adjusted my cleavage; I wanted to look my best for Mike, I wanted to be drop dead sexy, I wanted to be Cindi Suxx, not Jane Robinson. When I returned to the lounge Mike was sitting there waiting. He looked up to see me and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Wow! Mum! You're..." he started. "Do I gather you like what you see?" I asked as I struck a pose by the door. "Not bad for an old one, eh?" Mike just burbled something but the growing bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know. Before sitting down I decided that the pile of magazines on the coffee table needed tidying so I bent over to do so letting the dressing gown ride up at the back and giving Mike tantalising glimpses of my panties. When I turned back to him he was still sat shell shocked on the sofa and the bulge in his pants was bigger than ever. "Sweetie," I started, "you look a little uncomfortable. Why don't you change out of those jeans into something a little looser, trackie bottoms or your jim-jams, for example?" Mike hurried of and returned moments later wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and not much else. As he came and sat down on the sofa I realised just what a sexy body he has. He's no Adonis and he hasn't got that much of a six pack but he's trim and reasonably fit. I wouldn't mind if... Well, let's wait and see. He reached forward and started the first video. I noticed he went for 'Home For The Holidays' first. "Is this your favourite?" I asked. Mike just mumbled but I knew him well enough to interpret the mumble as a 'yes'. "Tell me what you like about it?" I asked as I turned towards him and slipped my hand under the waist band of his trackie bottoms. He wasn't wearing any boxers so I slipped my hand around his prick and gently rubbed it up and down. "Which bits turn you on?" I continued. "All of it," Mike replied. "That's nice but there must be bits you prefer to other bits." "Well, this bit's hot." On screen Cindi Suxx had already got her blouse and bra off, she's a fast worker, our Cindi, and she was knelt in front of Andy holding her tits out so that he could rub his prick up and down between them. "Is that what you'd like? I can do that for you." I got off the sofa, knelt before him, opened up my dressing gown and offered up my tits. "God, mum..." "Never mind that. Get your prick out. I want to feel it between my tits." Mike pushed his trackie bottoms down to his ankles, shuffled forward on the sofa so I was between his knees, and held is prick between my breasts. "Let me," I said, "you just watch the video." I took his prick in my hands and held it in my cleavage. All the while Mike was watching the video over my shoulder and I could hear Cindi Suxx as she vocalised her growing arousal. Cindi Suxx wasn't the only one getting turned on and, as Mike started to hump away I too could feel the growing heat from between my thighs. Just having my hands around a prick, a big strong hard prick, let alone the feeling as he thrust it between my tits, was so good and all sorts of wicked thoughts were running through my head. "Oh, god, mum, I can't... I'm going to... Oh, god, that's...." Mike groaned and I could tell he was right on the edge. As much to avoid the mess as anything else I bobbed my head down and took the tip of his prick in my mouth. As soon as I did so he exploded and my mouth was filled with the warm, salty taste of his jism. "Oh, mum, I'm sorry..." Mike started after it had all calmed down again. "Sweetie, what on earth have you got to be sorry about?" "I didn't mean to come so fast but..." "But you were so turned on you couldn't help yourself?" I finished off for him. "It's really not a problem as long as you don't think it's all over. Let's not forget that I'm not finished. Oops, it looks like I missed some." I looked down at where I hadn't caught all his jism and a splash was dripping down my right breast. "Lick it off for me, will you?" Mike just stared at me open mouthed. "What? I've just swallowed everything you can give me and you're complaining over one little drop. Come along." I'm not sure whether his reticence was what it was or where it was but I knelt up and, cradling my breast in my hand, offered it up to him and, after a moment's hesitation, he leant forward and licked off the jism. As soon as he had done so I moved my tit so that he was licking my nipple and he got the message and went from licking to sucking. All the while I could hear Cindi Suxx in the background as the action got steamier and steamier until the video ended and it went quiet. Mike's ministrations to my nipple was all very well but I wanted more, I wanted to move on. "What other videos have you got?" I asked. "Others?" Mike said, unclamping himself from my breast. "Well, I don't believe for one moment that the Cindi Suxx video was the first one you downloaded. My guess is that you've got quite a collection stashed away on that laptop of yours. What else is there. Let's have a look, shall we?" Still kneeling between his knees I turned round until I was facing the coffee table and, more pertinently, between him and his laptop. The Cindi Suxx videos were in a folder called 'mum' so I clicked up a level and looked at the list of sub-folders. He was certainly well organised. Apart from 'mum' there was 'MILF', 'MILF Anal', 'Pegging' and 'other'. Seeing as how I hadn't got a clue what pegging is and it was important enough to Mike that it merited it's own folder I decided to have a look. I opened up the folder and clicked on a file called 'After School Detention'. The screen burst into life and, after the usual disclaimer bits, it started with a scene of a 'young' lad sat at a desk in an obvious classroom. Mind you, if he was a schoolboy then I'm the Queen of Sheeba but, after all, who's complaining. I got back up off the floor and sat down next to Mike again. When I turned back to the screen the 'teacher', a woman not much older than the 'schoolboy' had entered and was giving him a hard time over missing homework or some such nonsense. She was dressed in what I can best describe as a 'school ma'am' outfit and was holding a cane. Inevitably she announced that the 'schoolboy' was to be punished and had to bend over the teacher's desk with his pants down. The teacher gave the schoolboy a few strokes of the cane but then announced he was due for a 'special' punishment. The 'teacher' took off her blouse and skirt to reveal, surprise, surprise, that she was wearing a black lacy basque, matching panties and stockings. Then we got to the bit where it went outside my knowledge and experience. She fitted on some sort of harness which gave her a fake prick and, after getting the 'schoolboy' to suck this off she went round behind him and started to fuck the him up the arse. I was beginning to see where the name 'pegging' had come from. I turned to Mike. "Is this what turns you on?" I asked. Mike just mumbled but I glanced down at his prick which was already back at full strength so he didn't really have to say. "Is that what you'd like me to do for you?" I continued. "OK, maybe that's a bit much. Try thinking of it this way; is that what you'd like Cindi Suxx to do for you?" I reached over and, once again, started to play with his prick. "Which bit turns you on more, the caning or the pegging?" "The... the pegging," Mike replied. "And would you like to be pegged by Cindi Suxx?" There was a bit of a silence. I could see that I'd pushed Mike a little further than he was comfortable with; after all, I could play at being Cindi Suxx, a randy slut who would do anything; Mike didn't have any such role to play. "How about this?" I tried, "what about if a teacher called Miss Cindi was to do that to a naughty school boy called Michael? Is that a turn on?" "God, mum...." I could see that Mike was still conflicted. He was obviously very turned on by the idea but scared of the reality. Maybe I was pushing this along a bit too quickly. I saw an easy way out, for the time being. "The thing is, of course, I haven't got one of those harness things," I said totally matter of factly, "so there's no way we could even if we wanted to." "A strap-on? But, if you had one, would you?" "Seeing as how it it pushes your buttons so much, well, where's the harm? And what about this bit?" I gestured at the TV where the 'naughty schoolboy' was now on his knees eating out the teacher. "Would Cindi Suxx get her cunt eaten by schoolboy Michael?" "Mum!" "What?" I snuggled in closer and still my fingers pumped away at his prick. "Ooh, I think that Cindi Suxx would have a lot of fun pegging naughty schoolboy Michael and then having him lick her cunt until she came. That's the thing about Cindi Suxx, she can do all the things your mum would never dream of doing and her language..." "I see what you mean," Mike responded slowly as he worked out what I was driving at. "If it's acting, if it's not real..." "Then it's just like being in a porn movie," I finished off for him. "And that Cindi Suxx, she's my favourite porn star," Mike carried on the joke, "She's so hot and horny I get hard just looking at her." "Don't you think she's a little past her best; she's getting on a bit and she's not as hot as she was back in the days when she did 'Backdoor Neighbour'." "Oh, no, I think she's hotter than ever. In fact, if she carries on doing what she's doing I'm going to come all over her tits again." "And what about her needs? I mean, naughty schoolboy Michael has already come; what's he going to do to satisfy Cindi Suxx's needs? She's a horny cow and she hasn't come once yet." "What would you... er.... What would Cindi Suxx like the naughty schoolboy to do? He's just a school kid so he doesn't know how to satisfy a porn star like Cindi Suxx," Mike replied, keeping up the pretence. "Maybe Miss Cindi would order him to kneel in front of her as part of his punishment. Then she'd spread her legs and order him to lick her hot juicy cunt." "That would be hot." "So why aren't you down there?" "Please, mum... er... Miss Cindi, I'm so close to coming...," Mike pleaded but I was loving this role and was going to play it for all it was worth. After all, we had just watched it on one of his videos so he couldn't be that averse. "On your knees, you naughty boy!" I ordered. "Do you think your needs come before Miss Cindi's?" "No, Miss Cindi, of course not, Miss Cindi," Mike said and he slipped off the sofa and knelt in front of me. "The first thing to do is remove my panties." He reached out and I lifted up my hips so that he could pull my panties down and remove them. "Now then," I continued, "has this naughty schoolboy ever licked a pussy before?" "No, Miss Cindi." I didn't really know whether this 'no' was from Mike or schoolboy Michael but the effect was just the same. Keeping in the role of the strict schoolteacher I reached down and spread my lower lips and gave him a quick lesson in female anatomy and cunnilingus. Although he wasn't particularly skilled the thrill of having a man's tongue between my legs again, especially given whose tongue it was, and the game we were playing, meant that he didn't need to be skilful, he just needed to be there and my first big orgasm for simply ages was approaching like an express train. "Oh god, like that, right there, just a little harder," I called out. By now I didn't care where I was mum, Jane Robinson or Cindi Suxx, I was close, so close, so goddam close.... And then my body exploded. Well, of course it didn't really but that's what it felt like. Every nerve, every fibre of my being, sang in pure joy as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me until I could take no more and I had no option but to push Mike away. For a long, long while I just lay back and let my body recover. I was vaguely aware of Mike still kneeling in front of me and making concerned noises but I was far too lost to respond. "Mum! Mum! Are you OK?" "Oh, sweetie, I'm more than OK, that was fantastic." "But you seemed to pass out for a moment or two." The concern was still clear in Mikes voice. "That's how good my orgasm was. Now come up here and give me a cuddle." Mike got back up on the sofa and we cuddled together. After the intensity of Miss Cindi and her naughty schoolboy it seemed almost normal, well, as normal as it could be with me wearing nothing but a dressing gown which was wide open and Mike with his trackie bottoms still around his ankles. I looked down and he was still big and hard. "I like that game," I purred, "and, looking at the state of this," I reached down and resumed stroking his prick, "naughty schoolboy Michael did as well." "It was pretty intense, mum, I mean you were well into it, weren't you?" "And what about you? Were you 'well into it'?" "It was wild and dead sexy." "And the naughty schoolboy part? What about that bit? Will we need a cane next time?" "Next time, so there's going to be a next time." "If you want." "Ooh, yes please, mum." "Why don't we do it properly next time. I mean I can find a suitable skirt and blouse to be the school teacher and I might even be able to get some of the other bits and pieces. You might even be able to find your old school uniform somewhere." Back to Haunt Me Ch. 01 "What other bit's and pieces?" Mike asked carefully. "Well, there was the cane for a start. How does that sound?" "I'm not sure, mum, I'm not that into pain." "And I'm not into hurting you so it wouldn't be more than love taps but if you're going to be the naughty schoolboy the Miss Cindi has got to have a cane." "And what about a strap-on?" Mike asked. "Oh, I won't be buying a strap-on," I replied. Mike's face dropped. "But Miss Cindi might." The smile returned to Mike's face. "Thanks, Miss Cindi, you're the best." "Now, it isn't a Cindi Suxx video if she doesn't end up with come all over her face and tits. Why don't I kneel down in front of you again and we can have another go at you fucking my tits." And minutes later I got my wish. There was quite a bit considering that it wasn't that long after he had come the first time; there was plenty to splash all over my face and my tits and, although Jane Robinson would never do such a thing, Cindi Suxx felt hot, horny and alive as she smeared the goo all over herself. As I showered myself off afterwards it did cross my mind to wonder what we were getting into but I was also excited about what came next. It was time to do some shopping. Back to Haunt Me Ch. 02 Authors note:- This is the second part of this story. If you haven't read the first part then I recommend that you do. It will make far more sense that way. In particular the disclaimer at the start of the first part still applies and, even if you don't read the rest of it, you should read that bit. * After our session together I couldn't suppress the tingle of excitement at the thought of going further. OK, so it turned out that Mike has fantasies about being 'pegged' by a school ma'am type but what's so wrong with that and I, or should that be Cindy Suxx, was quite happy to play along. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want it all to be kinky sex games but, in amongst the cuddles, if we were to play along at being Cindy Suxx and naughty schoolboy Michael then we could both explore our fantasies and where's the harm? In fact that liberation was all part of the excitement. However, some preparation was called for before we could indulge. The first thing I had to do as soon as I had a spare moment was to use Mike's laptop and search the internet for advice and information. During the video shoots I had been the naive newcomer, I had been dependent on others for guidance in the more esoteric sexual practices. Now I was going to be the one in charge I had to be informed. I had to know what we were doing and I scoured the various websites sorting fact from fantasy and getting to grips with what we were letting ourselves in for. The other thing I wanted to do on line was some serious shopping. If Mike's fantasy was for Cindy Suxx to be dressed as some sort of strict school ma'am then she would need some new outfits. Having watched 'After School Detention' and comparing it with 'Home For The Holidays' where I also played a school ma'am type it would seem that what he wanted was for Cindy Suxx to be dressed very severely but wearing sexy lingerie underneath. The dress and blouse would be no problem; I had what I call my 'going to visit the bank' outfit; the one I wear when I want people to take me seriously as a business woman. Shoes too, wouldn't be that much of a problem. I've a lovely pair of court heels which would go down a treat. It was the other bits and pieces, the undies, the cane and the strap-on, those I would need to buy. Somewhat to my surprise the cane was relatively straightforward; it turns out that there are plenty of specialist suppliers and one of them even sold those gowns and flat hats that school teachers wear in films and on TV but never in real life; apparently they're called mortar boards. The whole ensemble wasn't that expensive so I thought I'd splash out. Far more complex was the buying strap-on. The variations seemed endless and I wasn't at all sure which was going to be best. First of all I didn't want it to be too big. I knew from experience what it felt like to have a normal sized prick up the jacksie and some of the monsters that I found would have done Mike some real damage. I also wanted something that would get me off as well. Call me selfish but if it doesn't get me off then I might as well just push my vibrator up his arse and save myself some serious cash. In the end I settled on a double ended affair. The business end was about the size of a normal prick and the other end had a sort of fat stubby bit that would fit inside of me and rub against all the right places. There were quite a few reviews all of which were positive. They even showed a photo of a woman wearing one and it did seem to look reasonably like the real thing. Reading through the reviews it was recommended that I should buy lubricant and a harness to hold it in place so I ordered those as well. The final total was a little pricey but this was an item I definitely didn't want to skimp on. Far simpler was the lingerie although, again, quality wasn't going to come cheap. I was spoilt for choice on this one but I had quite specific ideas about what I wanted. Mostly, given what the characters in the videos were wearing, I wanted a basque, reasonably well boned and high enough to support my breasts but still leaving my nipples exposed. Once I had found what I wanted I finished the order off with some matching black lacy panties and a pair of stockings, again in black. I could probably have got all this in one of the lingerie shops down in the town but I felt safer shopping on‑line. I didn't want some snooty shop assistant looking down her long nose at a woman in her thirties buying such stuff. Additionally I had the wider choice of styles and could get exactly what I wanted. And one last thing; I went to the family planning clinic and got myself back on the pill. I wasn't at all sure where this was going but I didn't want to limit my options through fear of getting pregnant. That was definitely a step too far for me. And then all I could do was wait. Well, not quite. I spent some time with my razor making sure I was as bald as a coot 'down there'. I keep myself pretty well trimmed anyway but if I was to be playing Cindy Suxx then completely shaven was the only way to go. I'm glad I did because, after a couple of days later and well before any of the internet shopping arrived Mike started dropping hints over the diner table. "When will Miss Cindy be in town to sort out naughty schoolboy Michael?" he asked outright when he became frustrated that I refused to take the bait. "You'll just have to wait and see." I didn't want to let him know that I was just as frustrated by the wait as he was. "Aw, mum," Mike said, pissed off. "Don't you 'aw, mum' me," I replied but I could see how disappointed he was and it did seem cruel to make him wait when other options were available. "Mind you," I continued," Miss Cindy may not be in town but I have a sneaking suspicion that if you were to give Cindy Suxx's pussy a good licking then she might just let you rub your prick against her tits. How does that sound?" "Yes, please!" He was like an eager puppy and I hadn't got the heart to say no so, after we had finished our meal, I changed into my satin dressing gown and returned to the lounge where he was waiting. I sat down and told him to kneel down in front of me. I undid the belt of my dressing gown and opened up for him. "Wow! Mum! Err... Cindy, you've shaved your pussy." "Do you like it?" "It's fantastic and ever so sexy." "Well, why don't you show me how sexy it is then," and, with no further ado he leant forward and set to work. He was still pretty clumsy and, in the first instance, I had to tell him to slow down and take it easy but that didn't detract from the thrill it gave me. Once I reminded him to stop trying to poke his tongue inside me as if it were a mini prick and start using it to caress the inner folds of my pussy and, gently at first, to titillate the growing bulb of my clit, then I could relax back and enjoy every sensation that he could give me. God it was good! As Mike's busy tongue worked its magic I was feeling sensations I hadn't felt in years. Yes, I did have a vibrator and, yes, I used it quite frequently, but a silly bit of plastic is nothing compared to the real thing and as Mike's tongue played with my sensitive flesh I was in heaven. I hardly seemed any time at all before I could feel my orgasm approaching, feel that tension building inside me. "Lick me, lick my cunt, lick me 'till I come!" I urged him as I locked my ankles behind his back and pulled him into me. "That's right, lick me there, lick my clit, harder, harder! Oh, god, yes, yes, Mike, yes, like that, don't stop, don't stop, don't...." Oh yes! I guess I was a little selfish because, after I came for the first time, I just let him continue until I came again and again and again. I hit a high and rode it, rode it for all I was worth until, after one too many orgasms, my clit became too sensitive and couldn't take any more. "Enough! Enough!" I panted as I gently pushed him away and collapsed back on the sofa. "Enough, please, just give me a moment to get my breath back." Mike stayed on his knees and gently licked my juices from my inner thighs as I calmed down. Even that was almost too much; every nerve seemed super sensitive and even the gentle touch of his tongue was a bit much but, gradually I returned back to planet earth. "That was fantastic, now, before I give you your reward, come here, come here and give me a hug, I need to feel you next to me." I said. He knelt up and I pulled him into me, cuddling him against my breasts. "Ooh, Mike, my darling Mike, that was wonderful. You're such a clever thing with your tongue; you sure know how to make a girl come. Now then, you seem to be a bit overdressed. Why don't you take your clothes off and come and lie down with me on the sofa?" Mike didn't need asking twice and, as he disrobed, I lay down full length still with my dressing gown open. Once he was naked Mike lay down beside me. It was a bit crowded on the sofa but that just meant we had to squeeze up close and that wasn't a bad thing. I reached down and held his prick in my hand, feeling it firm and strong. "I love your prick," I said softly, "I love how it's big and hard and strong and manly. I love the feel of it, I love putting my hand around it." And the next bit just seemed to come naturally. "In fact I want to feel more of it, I want to feel it inside me. Why don't you see if your prick will fit in my cunt? Come on, big boy; fill me up with that wonderful prick of yours." I rolled so that I was lying on my back and he was on top of me. Still holding his prick in my hand I guided it towards my waiting pussy. I was still hot and wet from before so there was no trouble slipping him in and it felt so right as he slid straight in, deep, deep, all the way inside me. "Oh, god that's so good, it's so good to feel your big strong prick inside me. Now, I need to be fucked, I need it so bad, I need you to fuck me, oh, yes, big boy, fuck me 'till I scream," I urged him but I needn't have bothered because, after a couple of thrusts to settle down he started slamming back and forth with an ever increasing urgency that bordered on madness. There was no finesse, no subtlety, no gentleness, simply pure animal lust as he started to batter me with his prick. How did he know this was what I wanted; to feel his need, to feel his hunger, to feel his desire, to feel his body slam against mine until, with a guttural cry, he climaxed, exploding within me and pumping his sperm deep, deep inside my welcoming body? Sated at last he collapsed on top of me, panting for breath and sobbing gently, overcome with emotion. "Oh, mum, err, Cindy," he gasped between sobs, "I never knew, I never..." And then I realised, Mike had just lost his virginity; I'd been his first. I felt privileged. "Shh honey," I said gently. "It's OK, it's OK. That was very special for me too." I kissed him gently on the forehead and held him tighter. For a while we just lay like that, two lovers holding each other close, still conjoined, basking in the afterglow, but I was getting cramps and I could feel his juices starting to leak from within me. Not wanting stains on the sofa I eased him off me and stood up. "That was super, honey," I reiterated. "Now I have to go to the bathroom. Why don't you clean up in here and, when I return, we'll watch The Apprentice. As I gave myself a quick wash I thought over what we had just done. I hadn't really meant to go that far but, in the heat of the moment, it had seemed so right and, after all, wasn't that the reason why I had gone on the pill? It certainly felt good to have had a damn good fucking after so long without; I could certainly feel where he'd been. I put my dressing gown in the wash and went to my room to find something else to wear. When I returned to the lounge Mike was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa watching TV. I sat down beside him and gave him a hug. "All OK?" "Yes, mum." "Let's watch The Apprentice then. It's on Sky+, have you got the remote?" And with that we cuddled up on the sofa together and everything returned to normal. The next evening Mike just looked at me over the dinner table and I knew what he wanted. I didn't say anything there and then but waited until the dishes were all put away before going to my room. I undressed and put on my normal dressing gown; the satin one was still in the wash. Then I turned back the covers of my bed so as to make it ready and welcoming. "Mike," I called out once I was ready, "can I borrow you for a moment?" Mike came out of the lounge and saw me at my bedroom door. I crooked my finger at him to indicate that he should follow me into the bedroom and, as soon as he entered I took him by the hands. "Yesterday was very exciting and incredibly sexy," I said, "but if you want to make it even better than that you might benefit from a few lessons on how to pleasure a lady. Why don't you take of your clothes and let Cindy Suxx show you what it takes?" I slipped off my dressing gown and let it fall to the floor before getting into bed. Mike almost tore his clothes from his body in his rush to join me and, when he got in beside me, that was the first lesson. "Gently, gently, slow down," I urged and I started to explain how, although he could go from stone cold to orgasm in thirty seconds it takes us women a while longer and we appreciate a bit of foreplay. I explained how, although I love having my tits and pussy played with, that should be the destination, not the starting point, how we ladies like to have some attention paid to the rest of our body. And then there was the intensity. He wanted to barge in like the proverbial bull in a china shop and I had to explain how, although I liked a good hard fucking, he should start gently and build up to that. Gradually he settled down and, as he began to see how I reacted a more gentle approach, he began to see the benefits and, as he turned into a more tender, sensitive lover I got more and more aroused. "That's better, honey," I purred, "now you've got me all hot and horny. Why don't you see if that big hard prick of yours will slip into Cindi's hot juicy cunt?" I reached down and guided him into me. It felt so fine as his prick invaded me, sliding deep, deep within the slick folds of my waiting sex, filling me up. "That's the way, push it in, harder, deeper. Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me, big boy!" I lifted up my legs and locked my ankles behind his buttocks, so as to get him deeper inside me. God, it felt good, so good, to have a young virile prick pounding into me. I could feel Mike starting to come. Too soon, too soon, but, with all the impatience of youth, he was unstoppable and, moments later it was all over and he was pumping his load deep inside me. "Oh, mu... Cindi, that was so good," he said once he had got his breath back. "How was it for you?" "It was fine, honey, just fine," I lied. "Now I need a couple of moments in the bathroom. Wait here and I'll be right back." I slipped out of bed, grabbed my dressing gown from where it lay on the floor and went to the bathroom. I wasn't finished, not by a long chalk, and I just needed a moment or two to freshen up and then I was going to see how quickly he could recover. But it wasn't just my pussy that wanted fucking; there was a need, after all those years, to feel once again a prick sliding into my arse. I found the lube and, using my forefinger, got myself as ready as I could. Then, after washing my hands, I took the lube and a washcloth and returned to the bedroom where Mike was waiting for me. I slipped off the dressing gown, this time hanging it on the back of the door, got on the bed and knelt, straddling his knees. "How's this little man doing?" I asked as I took his prick in my fingers. I took some of the lube and rubbed it all over his prick which had two desired effects; firstly he became strong and hard again and secondly he became as slippery as an eel. Still holding his prick I shuffled forwards until I was directly above him and then.... "This is what Cindy Suxx wants," I said in the sluttiest voice I could do, "a big fat prick up her bum hole." Mike just gasped as I guided his prick towards the rosebud of my arse. I lowered myself onto him and there was some initial resistance but, once I had got him past the first bit, once I had got him inside, it became easier. Mike tried to give a little push. "Not yet," I told him, "let Cindi do all the work. You just lie there." Slowly, gently, I impaled myself on his pole. Inch by inch I took his entire length inside me until I was replete with that wonderful full feeling that only a well stuffed arse can give you. I gave my hands a quick wipe with the washcloth, tossed it to one side, and settled back. "Ooh, that feels so good, big boy, so good to feel your prick filling up my bum hole." My right hand went for my pussy and, with my left, I massaged my tits. "Does it feel good for you?" "Yes, Cindi," Mike replied. "It's incredible." "Well, let's not rush things; I like to have my arse fucked long and slow." I lifted myself up until only the tip remained inside me and then, slowly, lowered myself back down again, feeling every inch of him. "Oh, yes, that's so good, so, so good." And I wasn't putting it on one little bit. I did feel good to have a man inside me again. Gradually I upped the tempo; not too fast, I wasn't lying when I said I liked it long and slow, but fast enough that, combined with my fingers playing with my clit and my other hand on my nipples, I was soon close to the edge. "That's so good, that's so good," I gasped as I slid up and down, loving the feeling as his prick slid back and forth, as the tight ring of my bum hole gripped around him. "Don't you dare come too early; I'm going to fuck you till I come, I'm going to fuck you 'till I can take no more. I'm going to... I'm going to... Oh, yes!" I pushed myself down on him, just clenching and unclenching the muscles of my buttocks, riding him, desperate to get every inch I could as far inside me as possible. Mike pushed back and, through my own climax, I could feel him start to come. "That's right, that's it, come for me, shoot your load inside me. Fill my bum up with your creamy spunk," I shouted. "Now, big boy, now! Now!" And that's just what he did. With a massive groan he thrust himself inside me and pumped his load deep, deep within my bowels. And then I could take no more. I slumped forward and fell on top of him, holding him close as the waves washed through me. My son, my lover, my man, had sated me, had satisfied every urge and now all I needed was to feel him close as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. "That was the best, that was fantastic," I gasped once I had got my breath back. "That felt so good, so very very good." "Can we do it again?" Mike asked. "Not now, you've worn me out. You've fucked me front and back and I don't think I could take any more. But we'll do it again soon, real soon. Now, I need a shower. Do you want to come and join me?" As we showered together there was a sense of shared joy. I washed Mike's body and he washed mine and we were closer than we had ever been. Over the next few day packages started to arrive at the salon and, by Friday, all the bits and pieces were there. I took the double ended dildo and the harness home to experiment with and, in the quiet of my room, lubricated the end and slipped it inside me. I was pleasantly surprised by how well it fitted, filling me up nicely and rubbing against my clit in just the right way. It was odd to look down and see a prick jutting out, albeit one made of black silicone. I stroked it back and forth as if it were real and it did wonders for me, every tiny movement travelling down its shaft and thrilling against my insides. However I could see that it wasn't going to stay in place when we got down to business so I tried on the harness to see how that worked. I wanted to make sure that I knew exactly how it fitted so that there was no fumbling when the time came to use it for real. Once it was all sorted I walked about a bit and looked at myself in the mirror. As I walked the strap-on wriggled about in front of me with the most delicious consequences. I was tempted to call Mike right there and then and try it out for real but I didn't want to ruin any surprises. When the time came to pop his anal cherry I wanted it to be special, not just because his mother couldn't wait. Back to Haunt Me Ch. 02 The next evening, as we put the washing up away, I turned to Mike. "Have you got anything planned for this evening?" "Nothing special. There's one or two programs on the TV later." "Because if naughty schoolboy Michael is in the lounge waiting...." Mike looked at me and I could see the anticipation in his eyes. "I'm just going to my room. I'll need twenty minutes or so. Will you be ready?" "Absolutely!" "Well, you can start by finishing off here. If you leave any mess then Miss Cindy might have to add that to your punishment." I'd already got everything sorted so it didn't take long to get changed. I tried to wear the strap-on under the skirt but it just jutted out and looked stupid. Definitely not the strict school ma'am effect I was after. I put my hair up in a bun; it's not really long enough for that but it did look the part. The gown and mortar board finished it all off and, picking up the cane, I was ready, well, as ready as I would ever be. I wasn't really a hundred per cent into this but if this was what Mike's fantasy involved then Jane Robinson would play Cindy Suxx playing Miss Cindy, the strict but sexy school teacher. I put the lube, some wetwipes and the strap-on in a bag and took it along with the cane through to the lounge where I stood at the door with my hands on my hips. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the naughty schoolboy Michael who can't stop playing with himself. Stand up when a teacher enters the room!" Mike stood up and turned to face me. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" "Please, Miss Cindi, I'm sorry, Miss Cindi." Mike replied. "And do you think that being sorry absolves you from punishment?" "No Miss Cindi, of course not, Miss Cindi." "So, drop your pants and bend over the arm of the sofa." Mike was well into the role of the naughty schoolboy Michael and he was shaking as he reached for his belt and started to undo it. "Hurry up, I haven't got all day." I snapped and Mike quickly undid his pants, pushed them, along with his boxers, all the way to the floor, stepped out of them and bent over the arm of the sofa. I couldn't help but notice that his prick was standing proud. Now the last thing I wanted to do was hurt my son but he looked kind of sweet with his cute little tush in the air and he was obviously getting off on it. "So, have you been a naughty little boy?" I asked sweetly "Yes, Miss Cindi" "And do you deserve to be punished?" "Yes, Miss Cindi" "Well, then, I think you ought to count the strokes and thank me after each one." I struck him across the backside, hard enough to sting, hard enough to leave a red line, but certainly not hard enough to do any real damage, or even hurt that much, for that matter. Mike squeaked with pain and his voice shook as he thanked me but I could tell that this was still firmly in fantasy land. Ironically Mike wasn't the only one getting off on it. As I said, I really didn't want to hurt my son but seeing his ever reddening backside squirming away in front of me was somehow appealing. Even so, after twelve strokes, I felt that we had both had enough. I put the cane on the coffee table. "Has naughty schoolboy Michael learnt his lesson?" I asked. "Yes, Miss Cindy," Mike replied. "Ooh, but I'm not sure he has. I think he needs a little more to push the point home. Now kneel down in front of me. Mike got up off the sofa and went down on his knees in front of me. "I think I'm a little overdressed," I said as I shucked off the gown and mortar board and started to unbutton my blouse. I glanced down and, sure enough, Mike was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes and, as my basque covered body emerged, he was transfixed. Once the blouse was removed I undid the little zipper at the side of my skirt and pushed it down, over my hips, giving a little wriggle so that it fell down and puddled on the floor around my ankles. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. "Take off my panties," I ordered and Mike reached out and reverentially pulled them down. "Now, show Miss Cindy how you pay respect." Mike just looked at me, confused at what I was asking. "With your tongue, boy, do I have to tell you everything?" I ordered. I moved a little closer to Mike, pulled his face between my thighs and he got the message and started to lick. I was surprised at how good it felt, not just the tongue against my clit, although that was pretty damn good, but to have a man knelt before me like that. However, this was merely preparation for my next move and, pretty soon, I was ready. "Enough!" I stepped back and reached for the strap-on. Mike had got me good and ready and it slipped inside my waiting pussy as easy as pie. As I stood before him with my rod of silicone standing proud in front of me I couldn't resist the temptation. "Kiss it, kiss my girl-prick, kiss it like the sissy boy you are!" The actual kissing did nothing for me physically but the imagery, god, what a thrill! It made me feel so powerful, standing over him down on his knees while I symbolically fucked his mouth. For quite a while I stood there, feet apart and with my hands on my hips, as he deepthroated my strap-on and I could tell by his enthusiasm at doing so that he was getting off on it as well. "Does naughty schoolboy Michael need my girl-prick up his arse?" I asked. "Does he need to be well and truly fucked? Is that what he needs to show him what a naughty little boy he's been?" Mike tried to answer without stopping felating the strap-on. "Don't talk with your mouth full" "I'm sorry, Miss Cindy," Mike said once he removed the strap-on from his mouth. "Yes, please, Miss Cindy." "Yes, please, what?" "Please, Miss Cindy, please... please fuck my arse with your girl-prick." "Very well, get back over the arm of the sofa, spread your legs and put your butt in the air." As Mike hurried to obey I fitted the harness and reached for the lube. When I turned back he was in position and looking quite cute with his well tanned derrière uppermost. I squirted a generous dollop of lube between his arse cheeks and, using my forefinger, started to ease it into his bum hole, opening him up as well as lubricating him. I pushed my finger right inside and felt for his prostate and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. "Ooh, naughty schoolboy Michael likes that, doesn't he?" "Yes, please, Miss Cindy." "Shall we try a little more?" I removed my finger, applied more lube and pushed it back in again. Mike was squirming around although I couldn't tell whether it was from pain or pleasure, or maybe both. However, much as I was enjoying myself, inserting my finger wasn't the point of the exercise. I took it out and, using some wetwipes, cleaned myself off. Then, taking the strap-on in my hand, I lined it up and pushed gently against his sphincter. "Is this what you want? Does naughty schoolboy Michael want to feel my girl-prick up his bum?" "Yes, please, Miss Cindy." "Then ask me properly." "Please, Miss Cindy, please fuck my bum hole with your girl-prick," Mike started. "Like this?" I pushed a little harder and the tip broke through. "Oh, yes!" "Do you want more?" I pushed another inch inside him. "I don't know, it's very big, it's.... ooh, yes, more!" I had now got maybe half the length buried inside him. I started to move gently back and forth, as much for what it was doing to me as for what it was doing for him. With each stroke I was getting a little deeper, with each stroke I was getting closer. What I hadn't bargained for was how this was making me feel. It wasn't just the way the strap‑on worked its magic inside me as well as inside him, it was the feeling of power, of domination. I put my hands on his hips and part of me wanted to just thrust it in, to take him, to violate him. This wasn't my son any more, or even naughty schoolboy Michael, this was an arse that needed fucking and I was just the bitch to do it. However I was still in control of myself so I just compromised by gripping his butt harder, by digging my nails in as, finally, I was fully rooted inside him. Now I found that by grinding my groin against his buttocks in an almost circular fashion the strap-on rubbed against my clit in just the right way so, rather than long deep strokes, I just pushed and pushed and pushed as if I were trying to see how deep I could go. God it felt good! Harder and harder I forced myself against him as I could feel my orgasm building. This wasn't about Mike any more, this was about me, about the demon, the wild animal inside me that wanted to take and take and take. Just a little more, just a little harder, just a little deeper, just a.... "Oh! My! God!" I screamed out as I came. I reached forward with my hands, grabbed his shoulders and raked my nails down his back. This wild animal was going to leave her mark. As wave after wave after wave crashed through me I ground myself against him, forcing the strap-on deep inside of me as much as deep inside of him until, exhausted and sated, I collapsed forward and leant on top of him. As I came back down to earth I realised I might have gone a bit far. I had been so caught up on my own pleasure I had hardly thought about Mike underneath me. I eased myself out of him and stood up. "Mike! Are you OK? Oh, my god, look at your back!" "I'm fine mum, that was so intense," Mike said as he too stood up. "Oops, sorry." I looked at where he was pointing. The arm of the sofa had a big damp patch. I'd read that men could come just from anal sex and I guess the way his prick had been pushed against the arm of the sofa hadn't exactly held him back. There was proof if ever I needed it that I wasn't the only one who had enjoyed themselves. "You'd best get a cloth. Quickly now, we don't want it to stain." Mike rushed away and, whilst he was gone, I took off the strap-on. When he returned I was still in that post-orgasmic glow and wanting more. "Mike, honey," I started, "I need a shower and then.... Look, why don't you finish up here and come and join me." Two minutes later I was under the shower when Mike opened the cubicle door and got in with me. Once again we shared the pleasure of feeling our soapy bodies rub together. I held him close and reached round, soothing the wheals my nails had left down his back. Then I took another handful of shower gel and let my hands roam lower, feeling his butt cheeks, feeling inside his crack, reaching for his bum hole with my finger and gently pushing it inside. "How's it doing?" I asked. "It's a little... stretched," Mike replied. "I mean it's as if I can still feel where you've been." "Now you know how it feels," I joked, "but, tell me, did it feel good?" "God, yes, mum, it felt fantastic." "Even your back?" "Even my back. It stings a bit now but I loved it when you did it. I think that's what made me come." As I held him close I could feel his prick getting hard again so I stopped playing with his bum and reached down to play with that instead. "Ooh, look, someone is getting horny again," I said lightly. "I'm always horny around you, mum." "Oh, Mike, that's really sweet. Why don't we finish off here and see if we can do something about it?" We hurried through the rest of the shower, dried ourselves off and went through to my bedroom. Cuddled together under the covers I reached down and played with his prick which was rock hard again. "Seeing as how I've had your arse it's only fair that you have mine," I purred. "Shall I fetch the lube or will you?" Mike was off like a shot and it wasn't long before he had me on all fours as he lubed up my backside. I reached for my vibrator and, as he plundered my bum hole I filled my pussy with the vibrating plastic. That brought back memories of being DP'd but, as I only had one son, that would never be. "God, mum, that's wild," Mike said as he slid back and forth inside me. "I can feel the vibrator." "Can you? Does it feel good?" "Oh, yes, it feels fantastic. Oh, god, mum, I'm going to..." and with that his thrusting became urgent and, once again, I could feel him pump his load inside me. We lay together under the covers and it all felt just right. I realised that, somewhere along the line, we had gone from naughty schoolboy Michael and Cindy Suxx to Mike and mum but that felt right too. I switched on the bedroom TV and lay cuddled up in his arms as we watched some detective show. I felt so replete, so sated, so satisfied. Mike looked down at me and we kissed, not mother son kissing but lip to lip and then with tongues entwined. I was fully completely happy. And, for the next few months that set the pattern. Sometimes we played naughty schoolboy Michael and Miss Cindy but mostly we were just lovers and, most nights, Mike shared my bed as well as my body. Gradually he became a more accomplished lover and able to hold himself back a bit; gradually too we found our backsides becoming more accommodating. We still needed to use plenty of lube but each time it was getting easier. From time to time I'd use the strap-on on him without the whole Miss Cindy thing but, which ever way we played it, it just felt so good together. I thought it would last forever, I hoped it would last forever but, of course, it didn't. One day Mike returned home and dropped the bombshell. "Hi mum, I'd like you to meet my new girlfriend, Shelly."