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Mom Discovers It All Ch. 01

By: asitwere



Julie completed breakfast preparations for her two children in plenty of time for them to be ready for the arrival of her ex-husband, John. It was John's Saturday to have the kids. 

"Mom, where are we going?" asked Cynthia.

"Your father will take you to the zoo," she answered calmly. There was only silence from Daniel and Cynthia.

Finally Cynthia asked, "Why does he always let you decide, Mom?"

Julie smiled. Her new sense of enjoyment amazed her. Never in their past had she actually enjoyed John's submissive nature. It had always been a source of frustration for her. Only now was she beginning to discover... She answered her daughter after a moment, "some people are like that, honey. They need to be told, that's all." 

Cynthia never gave it another thought.

"You too had better get changed in a hurry, he'll be here soon." Both of them arose from their kitchen stools to race upstairs and Julie murmured to Daniel, "Not you. I want a word with you before you go upstairs." 

"Cynthia, run along," she added.

Cynthia huffed upstairs, certain she was missing some big secret.

"Daniel," she said, walking over to him where he stood next to the barstool.

"I want to thank you for this morning." She slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder and neck. Her lips lightly brushed over the side of his neck as whispered, "It was very sweet of you to offer to take care of me... I like that... a LOT." She pecked him softly, and then added hesitantly, "sometimes... a mother likes to be... kissed by her son... like you did Daniel... sometimes a mother likes it... often..." Her voice was low and husky and sultry. She felt his erection build and press against her upper thigh. She rubbed her robe against his chest to open it a little more... the bare flesh of her touched his pajama shirt. His cock sprang hard.

Daniel's hands drew around her waist and held her closer to him. He was hesitant and tried to turn his erection away. She held him still.

"It's your cock, Daniel. It gets hard sometimes. You're a man."

"I know Mom!"

"Don't be ashamed of it," she whispered as her lips lightly traced up his neck to his cheek.

He began to shake from uncertainty. Long had he fantasized kissing his mother... and other things... taking a shower with her... but he had not yet understood the depth of his need for her.

"Okay, Mom," he added hesitantly.

"Kiss me again, Daniel, like you did before. Now. Hurry."

She turned her lips to his... offering up her body to him, opening her legs slightly to feel his pulsing cock against her pussy. His lips turned to hers. Theirs eyes closed. Julie's hand slid down his shoulder to his waist. Daniel pressed hard against his mother's open lips. Suddenly between them there was not just flesh and pressing lips but now wetness and saliva... and hard kissing... Both of their pelvises writhed. Daniel groaned out loud as her hand slid down inside the waistband of his pajamas and encircled his cock flesh. 

"Oh God Mom I love you," said Daniel in full voice.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh" cautioned his mother... withdrawing her hand.

Daniel lurched forward for more. She broke off contact and held him at bay.

"I love you Daniel... but you must get ready..."

"I don't want to! I want to stay here with you! With you! and love you mother... and take a shower naked with you and sleep naked in the bed with you..."

"Shhhhhhhhh" she cut him off... "Oh Daniel. You have dreamed of these things haven't you?"

"Yes Mom a long time!" he answered.

"Your father will be here soon and you must be ready. We'll talk about this later."

She smiled sweetly at her frustrated son and slowly rubbed her palm over his bulge. "Mother has many things in store for you Daniel. Many things."

As he stood there, feeling the shape of her breasts press into his chest, his eyes fixed on them; she opened her robe with her free hand, exposing the flesh of her breast to him. "Touch me, quick," she whispered. Her hand slid down the waistband again and encircled her son’s pulsing cock and jacked him off. His hands were all over her bare breast, mauling her and rubbing hard over her nipple.

She stood there jerking off her son's cock thinking of her ex-husband's face if he were to walk in on this scene. She moaned out loud.

"Oh God!" he groaned, as his cock erupted stream after stream of cum inside his pants and all over her hand.

"Yes, Daniel, cum for Mommy... give it to me."

His face was utter pleasure and overwhelming love; he could not say a thing. It was the first time he had ever had an orgasm without masturbating.

"We must hurry."

Without another word she dropped to her knees in front of Daniel, pulling down the front of his pajamas. She loosed his rigid and still pulsing cock and licked him clean. She licked her son's semen from his clothes, her hand and his cock, filling her mouth with it all. And then she stood.

With her mouth full of his cum, she muffled, "Look."

And she let him watch her swallow his semen.

She licked her lips clean, wetting and smacking her lips.

"Mother has many things in store for you my dear Daniel."

"Oh Mom! I love you!" cried Daniel as he fell into her arms.

She quieted him and then whispered, "Go... you must go now."

He tore himself away from her and ran upstairs. 

Julie could have sworn she heard two sets of feet scampering up the stairs. Immediately, the doorbell rang. Julie wiped her face and cleaned up the remaining droplets of her son's semen from her lips. An evil part of her rose up and wanted nothing more than to tell John every detail of how she just sucked off her son to orgasm and swallowed his cum. A fire lit up inside her thinking of this... of this humiliation of John. It did, after all, always seem to be what John wanted.

By the time Julie opened the front door her passion and desire was pounding in her veins. Her heart was thumping heart and she hoped that she had the courage to act this time... to do what she had been dreaming of doing...

She swung open the door.

John had never before seen the intensity in Julie's eyes. She stood without a word, her breathing rapid.

She was frightened out of her wits... did he really want her to be in charge?"

John stammered, "Oh my God. Am I late? I'm so sorry. I tried to get here..." She cut him off. A thrill shot through her. "Shut up you fucking fool and get in her NOW!" She grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside and slammed shut the door.

She wheeled around to face him.

"Where are you taking the kids?" she demanded in a shout, pushing him hard and not wanting to wait an instant for an answer.

Her power overwhelmed him and he stammered wordless sounds.

"You want me to tell you don't you?"

"Well.. uh.. yes that's what we always..." he stammered.

"You need me to tell you what to do don't you John?" she shouted stepping closer to him as he slouched down into a chair.

"Yes."

That was it. That was what she had been dreaming. He said it. A fire was lit inside her that roared into an inferno. She could not believe how exhilarated she felt. 

She stepped closer to John, standing over him, looming over his crouched figure.

"You need me to command you, don't you John?"

Dead silence filled the house.

The two children stepped silently and cautiously into the room.

John looked up at her. His eyes pleaded. He knew she understood.

In a desperate whisper he answered, "Yes!"

She glared down at him.

"Mistress," John whimpered.

Across the room, Daniel stood half smiling and half in shock. His cock was throbbing again. He was filled with pride and lust. He held back his sister motioning for the two of them to be silent. She couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in her brother's pants.

Everyone was shocked and stunned at the transformation that had taken place in Julie. She stood firmly with legs apart; hands on her hips, her robe partly open in front proudly showing her nipples. The taste of Daniel was still in her mouth, her pussy moist and throbbing.

Julie looked up and saw her two children across the room gaping at her. She looked down at Daniel's erection and then smiled at Cynthia who was staring at her brother's hardon. Then she turned back to John, announcing to the family, "Today begins a new episode in this family."

Mom Discovers It All Ch. 02



"Are you enjoying touching me?"

"Yes, mother."

"Go higher up my leg."

Stop it! Julie awoke in horror. My God what was she dreaming? Jesus! How could she think of such a horrible - all she could think of was running away. She desperately tried to force the pictures from her mind. She threw back the covers and lunged out of bed for the bathroom. As she ran she groaned aloud. Her naked lust had wet her entire inner thighs. Jesus, she was soaking wet.

In the shower, She tried her best to force herself awake and shake loose the horrifying images in her mind. But, no amount of thinking of other subjects could change the truth in her body. Her clit was erect. Her vagina was engorged. She needed the feeling of her soapy hands rubbing, pulling. She had been so close to cumming. And she was again. Oh God. She needed. 

She could feel herself falling... unable to resist... she had to come. 

With one hand clutching her breast and pinching hard on her nipple and the other hand rubbing hard and direct on her clit, two fingers pumping into her gaping pussy, she came. She groaned out loud, in a long, low, animal moan. She came. 

And then she pictured herself impaled on his cock... willingly... on her back, splayed open to her son as he took her violently. She pictured his face close to hers and screaming out as his eyes fixed on hers, "Oh God Mommmmmmmmmy!"

She screamed out loud in a shudder as she came again. The force of it frightened her but she could not control it. All she could do was scream, furiously rubbing and fucking herself, trying not to pass out or fall... Finally it passed... finally she subsided.

Julie sank to her knees in the shower. She was spent.

It seemed like an hour before she was able to rise. But it couldn't have been. She noticed that the water temperature was turning cooler. She was exhausted. But, the thoughts that had tortured her were distant. Julie could turn her mind elsewhere. She was weak and moved slowly as she dried herself. She could not look in the mirror. Her hair still wet, she absently donned her robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning mom."

His voice startled her so badly she nearly fell.

"Jeez, mom I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

Daniel was such a thoughtful boy. His hands steadied her shoulders as he stood in front of her. She could not even look at him. Her mouth was parched. His grip on her shoulders pressed them apart. Her robe opened slightly. She could feel the flesh of her chest being exposed to him and instantly her mind went back to her lurid and wretched fantasy. She tried to speak but could not. She stared at the floor.

"Mom? Mom? What's the matter," he insisted, almost crying.

Her eyes welled in tears. She was too exhausted to fight. He immediately embraced his mother's surrendering body against his. She clung to him. A warm rush washed over him. He adored her. He felt a burning need and desire to take care of her. Inside his soul he knew that in that moment he had committed to always take care of her. Forever. She needed him. And he loved her.

"Oh Daniel, I'm so sorry," she said, "I try to be strong but sometimes... sometimes I just need to be held and taken care of." She couldn't believe she had just said this to her son. 

His hands soothingly stroked the back of her wet hair as he held her cheek lovingly to his. Their warm cheeks pressed. 

"It's okay, Mom. I am here. I will always take care of you Mom. Always."

"Oh Daniel- " He interrupted her. He turned his face to her. She lifted her face from his shoulder to face him. He was engulfing her in his embrace. She felt his love. 

He spoke directly into her eyes, inches apart.

"I love you Mom. I love you." And then, without hesitation, he was swept up in his ardor. His lips opened and consumed hers. The soft flesh of his lips pressed hard on hers and she opened. Her surrender to his lips was complete. She felt her entire body open to him. She wanted his love. She felt protected, and loved.

Inside her the clamor of arguing voices rose and she felt more and more uncomfortable about this kiss.

At that instant Daniel pulled back from his kiss. 

"There," he said to her, "now you know how much I love you. I will never let anything happen to you Mom. I want to take care of you forever. Forever, Mom."

His young arms cradled her. The ache in her throat was constant. 

"Thank you, Daniel, but-" She began to pull away.

"Stay here. Don't go. Let me hold you Mom."

"Oh, Daniel I want-"

"It's okay. I love you. Whatever it is that's bothering you I'll take care of it."

"I know you want to, honey... and I really do want..." She stopped herself short. She felt him. The front of her robe had parted slightly. The bare flesh of her shaved pubic mound was pressing against his pants. She felt him. His erection. She felt it throb, directly against her pussy. She nearly fainted.

"Oh Daniel, I..."

Her wetness grew. She felt her pussy become more engorged and flush. Her thighs opened. She knew her wetness was now on his pants. She felt it. She felt Daniel shaking. 

"Mom, what's wrong with me? What's happening?" he said with growing fear.

"I feel funny," he cried.

She pulled him to her. "Oh my sweet Daniel. There is nothing wrong my dear."

He pulled away from her in embarrassment and turned away so she would not see the long erection in his pants.

"Daniel, it's okay, really. It's normal."

"Mom? Could we have some breakfast? I'm really hungry."

"Sure, honey." She tightened the robe about her and went about breakfast preparations, thankful to have some direction for her thoughts. Still, she could feel Daniel's eyes on her body. Or, was she imagining.

Then she remembered what had just happened. She remembered the touch of her son's lips on hers; the sense of her own surrender to him... She felt his gaze as she moved in the kitchen. She wished it were just the two of them. 

Julie's fantasy soon faded as her household began to come to life. Soon, they were not alone. Shuffling sleepily into the kitchen and plopping into the barstool next to her brother was nineteen year-old Cynthia. Her floppy cartoon pajamas barely concealed her voluptuous shape. 

"Morning, dear," Julie said, leaning across the counter to kiss her daughter's forehead.

Julie knew that within the hour her ex-husband would arrive to take the kids for the day. As usual, he would be unable to decide where to take them. She would tell him, "the zoo." She felt so weary at the thought of having to be the strength of the family. It is the way it had always been with she and John. John could not perform the smallest task without acting helpless and submissive. And yet, since his departure, Julie had slowly noticed a strange change about her. She had noticed that more than once she was beginning to derive pleasure from being in charge. But, what was this amazing surrender to Daniel she had felt?

She stood still at the sink a moment, as these confusing feelings shot through her like lightning. A million images raced. Surrender and control; both excited her.

Julie's face flushed red. She felt strong, and intensely aroused.