9 comments/ 91003 views/ 24 favorites Satin Seductions Ch. 01 By: xPhantomKissX "Alex. Wake up sleepy head," I said as I drew the shades open and tried to nudge my son to consciousness, "or you're going to be late." His rubbed his eyes as he sat up stretching. "Ok, ok, " he barked in and annoyed fashion. "Don't take that tone with me mister," I replied. "What if I were on the road today? You'd be late for school." He stopped rubbing his eyes and shot me a look, "I'm never late mom. Whether you're here or not I'm always on time." "I know. That's why I love you," I chided. "Now get in the shower." I collected some loose laundry from his room and headed downstairs. I thought about what he'd said as I walked. He was right; he was never late. For a high school senior that has just turned eighteen, he was more responsible than most boys his age -- and for that, I was very thankful. I'd taken a territory sales job shortly after he had turned sixteen and I was on the road three to six days a week. He was an independent, responsible boy who had never given me a reason to loose trust in him. For an un-wed mother barely into her thirties, he was a blessing and I was thankful beyond imagination for that. I dumped his cloths in the laundry room and headed to the kitchen. The coffee pot was spitting the last few drops of caffeine goodness through the filter. I grabbed my large mug and did the tip-and-switch pour without spilling a drop on the burner. I reached into the fridge and grabbed the creamer. I fixed my coffee and slowly sipped it as I paced in the kitchen. After yelling for him multiple times while he was in the shower, he finally got ready and was rushing through the kitchen with wet spikey hair and a backpack over his shoulder. He tried to hurry past me and I double clutched my mug to protect it. "Ugh, sorry mom," he said as he twisted around me, "I'm gonna be late." I stood there in my terrycloth robe and balanced my coffee as I teased him with a smirk, "Told you." He rolled his eyes with a smile as he headed out the door, "See you after school mom." "I have errands to run and have to leave town on Sunday," I blurted, "I'd like to go to dinner if you want." "Sorry mom. Got plans tonight," he yelled over his shoulder as the door closed. I sat down in the chair to finish my coffee and the brief chaos in the house was replaced by absolute silence. It wouldn't be long before he was off to college. I looked around the empty quiet house and decided I was not looking forward to those days. After my lonely cup of coffee and a quick email check, I retrieved my hamper from the upstairs bathroom and went to the laundry room to sort my cloths. I tossed my dry cleaning from the suitcase to the floor then I piled my lights and next to them. A few handfuls into my hamper I grabbed a pair of panties and tossed them onto the pile of darks. I had done it so quickly my brain barely registered that they felt slightly odd. I paused and looked back at the pile and realized I hadn't worn that particular pair in a while -- a long while. The panties we part of a black, lace corset set I had purchased a few years back and, sadly, never had the opportunity to wear for anyone other than myself. I reached down and picked them up again and the fabric unfolded into my hand. My eyes widened in shock as the sticky wetness revealed itself in the folds of the satin fabric. As I leaned in to inspect them the fresh aroma of cum filled my nostrils. "Oh shit!" I muttered in disbelief as I dropped them and gasped. The panties fell to the floor and unfolded -- exposing the gobs of cum inside them. I covered my mouth with one hand as my brain spiraled out of control with a flood of emotions. I was shocked. No, angry. How could he? Did he? When did he? Just now? When was he in my drawer? "Ohhh ssshit. Shit." I crouched to see them as my brain processed a thousand scenarios all at once. Amidst all the clutter in my brain at that moment one vision kept surfacing above them all -- my son standing there with a fist full of my panties, pumping them up and down on his cock. I felt the heat on my face as I blushed. His cock? My boy doesn't have a cock. He's a boy. My boy. Men have cocks -- other men. The word "cock" danced around my brain like a twisted mantra. No matter where I looked in the room I only saw him -- his hand filled with the panties I'd purchased to fulfill some distant desire, sliding up and down on his cock. I held my breath as I envisioned his hand moving in long slow strokes -- precum spilling from his velvety tip onto the slick fabric as it slid up and down. His hand moving faster and faster until the long white ropes of cum spilled into them -- pooling into the folds until he wiped his cock clean. My heart was pounding in my throat and my hands trembled as I knelt over my soiled panties. I stared them with lust in my eyes and the tingle of five sexless years between my legs. Without so much as a second thought, I loosened my robe as I stood up. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my less-sexier underwear, pushed them over my hips and stepped out of them. My body moved as if it were in some uncontrollable, hypnotic state. I reached down and slowly shook the wet panties open and I stepped into them. Inch by inch I pulled them up my thighs as my hands trembled. Cum streaked along the tops of my thighs as the lace passed over them. I spread my legs as the cold, wet fabric met my aching slit. I tugged at the waistband and wiggled the cum-covered satin against my mound of hair and flesh. My chest heaved in short gasps as my nipples hardened and the chill of the wet material touched me from front to back -- as if trying to suffocate the fire building beneath it. I leaned back against the drier as my hands slip over my belly then deep between my legs. As my fingers plowed over the satin the remnants of his cum coated them like grease. A moan escaped my lips as I pressed the fabric deep into the folds of my pussy and his nectar squished between my fingers. The slow, delicate movements of my hands didn't last. Within seconds my fingers were circling my clit in a blur. My shoulders rolled in circles as my fingers teased. I stood briefly and shrugged my robe to the floor, then spun and leaned over the drier. Like some desperate slut I spread my legs and pushed my ass into the air. Gravity worked it's magic and I felt a huge ball of cum drip onto my ass and run down to my fingers. My breasts rested on the cold metal of the drier and they ached for attention. As one hand continued to rub in, over and around my pussy, my other tugged and twisted at my nipples. I closed my eyes and watched his cock driving across my panties. My eyes zoomed out from the scene until I saw his firm belly, chest and then face. My hips bucked wildly as I pushed up on my tippy toes. My body contorted and convulsed as I pictured him assaulting my panties until his cum spilled into them like a flowing river. I bit my lip hard and crumpled over the drier, twitching and writhing in a mind blowing and body numbing orgasm. As my lucidity returned I looked back over my shoulder and saw myself in the half-hidden, full-length mirror on the back of the laundry room door. My fantasy lingerie was stuffed tightly between my perched ass cheeks. Below my ass my fingers were still stuffing my sons cum deep inside my gaping pussy. My firm b-cup breasts were red, scratched and flattened on white metal. As my gaze reached my face I saw the wisps of sweaty hair frame the look of a woman who wanted it. Needed it -- and at this moment would beg for it. Tears welled and then streamed over my face. What was I doing? The ring of my cell phone nearly caused my heart to stop. I pushed myself off the drier grabbed my robe and stuffed myself into it before the second ring chimed. I cinched the belt tightly as I headed into the kitchen, whipping my eyes dry and sniffing quickly as I reached for it and answered, "This is Dana." "Hey D, it's Shelly," chirped a bright voice on the other end of the phone, "Sorry to call you on your day off but there's big problems in Minneapolis." "Oh great," my voice quivered as I sniffed into the phone. "D," Shelly paused, "Everything ok? You sound like you're crying." "Oh yeah, " I gasped trying to hold back more tears, "I stubbed my toe on the edge of the door while running for the phone." "Awww crap. I hate when I do that." "I'll be ok," I lied, "what's up in the twin cities?" "Well the distributor hired a new buyer," she paused, "David Winters." One moment of turmoil quickly circumvented the other and my work game-face instantly replaced the feelings of despair that had consumed me seconds ago. David was my biggest sales nemesis in the Great Lakes Region and had, up until this phone call, sold for my biggest competitor. "You're fucking kidding me." "Nope," she said emphatically, "What's worse is he wants to you too meet him tomorrow." "Well," I pondered, "Either he's going to drop our line and pick up theirs, or something really bad happened there and he hates them..." "And he wants to give you all his old contacts to spite them?" I pondered her statement and laughed, "Hhhmmmm.. doubt it." Shelly laughed back then let another bomb drop, "Well, the really bad news is, I can't get you a flight. You gotta drive it." "Shelly. No way. That means I have leave in like a few hours. I've just started laundry. There has to be a morning flight." My knee wiggled back and forth with anger and I wanted to just scream. "You can wait on standby for a 9pm flight but if you miss that you'll be driving all night, " she said apologetically as she could. "Fuck. Fuck Fuck, " I said stomping my foot with each word. "If it's any consolation, Charles said he'd double your travel per diem for this trip and you can take three days off next week." "Well, guess I have to pack." I sighed, "I'll call you when I'm on the road. Upon hanging up frantically rushed to the laundry room and grabbed my suitcase. I took the stairs two steps at a time to the bedroom, flipped my case open on the bed and began grabbing cloths from my closet. When I reached my dresser and reached for my underwear drawer my jaw nearly dropped. I looked up in the mirror and my hands slowly opened my robe as I stared at my reflection. I was still wearing them. My eyes drifted over the soaked satin and lifted my robe over my hip -- turning sideways to the mirror as if modeling them. I looked back at my face and I had a soft smile. They looked good. Felt good. I didn't want to take them off. I let the robe drop and watched myself in the mirror as a walked to the bedroom door. I slipped down to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic sandwich bag. Without thinking twice, I walked back up stairs and returned to my mirror. I looked at they way they fit one more time, as if trying to etch the vision in my mind. I peeled them off slowly and watched my still swollen pussy lips pull away from my body as they stuck to the satin. I stepped out of them, folded them neatly and slipped them into the plastic bag and zipped it closed. After stuffing the bag into a pocket on my suitcase I looked back at my body in the mirror. The nest of hair on my pussy looked matted and uncared for. It was then that I decided I needed to pamper myself a bit more often. Not only did I pack my razor and scissors, I packed the rest of my fantasy outfit, including the corset, stockings and my best black pumps -- the ones that had never been worn outside and were never meant to. Within an hour and a half I had packed, showered and fixed my hair. I loaded the car and left a brief note for Alex to call me when he arrived home. Just as I was ready to head for the car and leave I realized I'd forgot to MapQuest my drive. While I rely on the GPS in my car I still like to have a map handy. I ran to Alex's computer in the game room and booted it up. I enter my destinations and began to print my maps. As I waited for the maps to print, curiosity got the best of me and opened my son's history file for his web browser. I was searching for clues to answer one simple question, "Did he take my panties because they were panties, or because they were my panties?" As I suspected there was an ample amount of history to various porn sites. Judging from the names of the sites, none seem to be specifically dedicated to anything freakishly hardcore, or dare I say taboo. I don't know why it made me feel better but it did. It did, however leave me questioning my own lewd thoughts. Thankfully the printer stopped and shook me from my inquisitive stare. Just before I clicked to close the window I noticed the frequency of one particular webcam site. I wrote the name on a piece of paper and slipped it on my pocket before shutting everything down. As I pulled out of the drive and got on the main road I dialed Shelly. While there was every reason to be mad about going on this trip, not having to awkwardly face my son this evening was an advantage -- a big advantage. All things considered the six-hour drive from Chicago to Minneapolis would probably do me good. Shelly answered on the second ring and I snapped out of my drifting thoughts, "Mirage Salon Products, how can I help you?" "Hi Shelly, It's Dana. I'm on the road." "Oh Hey D. That's great. I'm, really, really, sorry your weekend was messed up," she apologized again. "It's ok. It's really not that bad of a drive, " I said. "Well, if you have to stop on the way, you'll have to decide between cheese castles and adult books stores, " she laughed, "that's all they have in Wisconsin." "Mmmmm... cheese, " I laughed nervously as a light bulb went on over my head and I blushed three shades of red. We exchanged a few more pleasantries and meeting details. Our call ended just as I pulled onto the expressway to head north. While I kept my eyes on the road my mind was in other places. Other places I had not been to in a very long time. Though I'd driven past those adult books stores over a hundred times, I now found myself trying to remember the specific exits. While I was confident I could find one of these stores, I was less confident I could find the courage to go inside. Regardless of my current indecision, one thing had become emphatically clear; a drive like this was overdue -- long overdue. Satin Seductions Ch. 02 The highway hummed beneath my tires as I sped down the highway. The drive to Minneapolis normally didn't feel this long but I'd never done it while riding out an emotional hurricane. No matter how often I changed the radio stations or tried to keep my mind on business and meeting scenarios, visions of my son and my morning masturbation session continued to dominate my thoughts. The heat between my legs was constant and undeniable. Between my moments of guilt and denial, a lust burned inside of me with such intensity that I was constantly tempted to slip my hand into my jeans and satisfy my urges. Until now, the only thing that prevented me from giving into my needs was daylight and passing traffic. As the twilight hours gave way to darkness, my temptations grew. One hand rested on my lap and the other clung to the leather steering wheel as I fidgeted in my seat. I watched my mirrors as I drove and positioned my car away from others. I let my hand roll over my thigh and I pressed my jeans against my slit. A soft moan that had been building throughout the day emanated from my lips. I sunk deeper into my seat then pressed my left knee against the driver's door. My thumb pushed on the denim fabric above my zipper. With two fingers I pinched my jeans and tugged at them. As I wiggled my ass into the seat, I loosened the material that covered my dampening panties. My hands roamed as I checked my mirrors often -- taking great caution to hide my actions from any approaching vehicle. I was nervous. I had never done anything like this in pubic before -- ever. When I was confident my jeans were adjusted enough to not restrict my hand, I began to rub the material in a slow circle over myself. I tucked my elbow alongside the edge of the seat to shield its view from any car that would approach from behind me. My chest swelled as I held my breath and tried to concentrate on the road ahead. The more I rubbed the less satisfied I became. As the intensity of my needs grew, so did my desire to get my jeans out of the way. I snuck the top button on my jeans open with stealthy movements then teased the zipper down one tooth at a time. The car behind me was merely a distant pair of lights. A large truck in front of me was speeding away without a care. I peeled the opened part of my jeans back and tried to snake my hand inside them. The angle of approach pushed my wrist in an awkward direction and my fingers barely grazed the top of my mound. I quickly checked my mirrors one more time, pressed my feet down on the floor and lifted my ass just enough to quickly push my jeans down to my knees. When the chill of the cool leather touched my ass, I shivered with excitement and relief. I looked down at myself -- panties exposed and jeans bunched below my thighs. I felt mischievous and liked it. I looked back at the road confidently as my free hand slipped back between my legs. My fingers slid my panties aside. The wetness beneath them oozed onto the seat and my fingers. I bit my lip and dragged my finger through my slit. I rubbed my pussy in circles as my left foot pressed against the carpeted wall behind the brake pedal. My hips began to rock into my fingers. I tugged at my hood of flesh then rolled my clit between my fingers. Just as I curled two fingers deep into my sloppy pussy the interior of the car flooded with the glow white light. My head snapped to my ringing iPhone that rested in its dashboard holder. On the screen appeared the contact picture of my son, my 18 year old son -- looking at me, staring at me as I held my fingers deep in my molten crease. I felt my face flush with heat and dizziness and I stared at the phone's screen -- frozen. My eyes darted to the road then back at the screen. I considered not answering his call but knew that would cause him only call back multiple times with worry. On the third ring I gave in. I quickly reached up with my driving hand and tapped my Bluetooth headset to answer the call. "Hi honey, how are you?" I said breathlessly. "Good, good. How is the drive?" He replied. "Oh," I paused and looked down between my legs, "not too bad, all things considered." "Yeah. It really sucks you had to leave so fast." "I know. Right?" I sighed, "Didn't you have plans to go out?" "They fell through," he answered, "just gonna chill at home tonight. Maybe game a bit then chat with some friends online." My eyebrow rose when I heard him mention chatting online. I wondered if he meant that chat room I 'd seen in his web history files, "So how was your day?" Alex chimed in with a lengthy response as he recounted his day. My eyes roamed from the road to my widely spread legs. As I listened to his voice on the phone I my fingers began to tease my hot flesh. I watched my fingers slip in and out of my pussy. My thoughts raced as he spoke. What kind of mother does this? What kind of mother fucks herself in a car as she listens to her son's voice? A good mother wouldn't do this. Only a slut would do this -- a naughty, nasty, little slut. The word "slut" hung in my thoughts and on the tip of my tongue. My fingers plunged in and out of wet slit as my thumb rubbed over my hard, aching button in a blur. Within seconds my body began to buck and quake. I bit my lip but couldn't hold back the primal, breathless moan that escaped my lips into the phone. "Mom?" Alex blurted with concern, "Mom?" I freaked. My body quivered on my fingers and I'd just belted a moan of pure ecstasy into the phone -- and my son, MY SON, had heard it. In frustration I slammed my fist on the steering wheel and the horn sounded. My eyebrows went up as I heard the horn and the perfect lie rolled over my tongue, "ASSHOLE!" "Mom?" Alex pleaded, "are you there?" "Dammit. Sorry honey. " I said with a smirk of brilliance on my face, " this idiot with a trailer just cut me off." "Ahhhh, " he said with relief, "well I won't keep you, concentrate on your driving and call me when you get to the hotel." "Ok baby. I'm an hour out. I'll call you after I've checked in." I pushed the headset to end the call and sank into my seat. I lifted my hand from between my numb legs and my fingers dripped. I could feel my wetness pooling in the seat below me. When my heart rate and senses returned to normal I used some napkins that were stuffed in the door's pocket to clean up. My stop in the adult store was brief but expensive. I executed my shopping plan with a bold demeanor even though I was trembling with embarrassment inside. Rather than stumble around the store, I portrayed myself as a bachelorette party shopper. I put on my business face and told the store clerk I wanted a basket of completely embarrassing items for my friend that would also curl her toes later. As the clerk assembled a selection of the world's naughtiest sex toys, I browsed the lingerie rack. By the time the clerk returned I'd decided to treat myself to a sheer, black babydoll with matching panties, and two packages of seamed, thigh-high stockings. Having never shopped at an adult store before this moment, it was impossible for me to have foreseen the events that unfolded at the checkout counter. After the clerk rang up the items, each and every one that required a battery for operation was tested in my view and the eyes of the growing line of people behind me. The six customers that waited didn't know my bachelorette excuse. Their glances darted from the clerk to seemingly endless variety of monstrous toys and vibrating goodness, then back at me. I could feel their eyes undressing me and fantasizing about me playing with each and every toy. I looked over my shoulder and gave an apologetic shrug to the line. My eyes met those of a petite blonde girl who stood there with her arms half hiding a purple, double-dildo in bubble packaging. I smiled and the girl gave me a seductive wink. When I turned back to the clerk and handed him my credit card, I found some comfort in the thought that everyone in line was there for the same reason as I was -- pleasure. As I compared the size of my order to the few items each of them held, it was apparent that my need for pleasure just seemed to be larger than theirs at the moment. When my transaction was complete, I just smiled confidently as I took my two, large bags of goodies and walked out of the store. The drive to the hotel was quicker than I expected. I checked in, unpacked the car quickly and settled into my hotel room. Like many business travelers, I have my check-in rituals. I sent a text message to my son to tell him I had arrived safely. I hung my cloths to avoid travel wrinkles. I set up my laptop, put the phone on the charger then stuffed a twisted Kleenex into the peephole on the door. As I walked over to adjust the room temperature, I glanced at my new lingerie on the bed. I bumped the heat up a bit to make it nice and cozy for my new sheer outfit. After my shower I washed my new toy collection than pampered myself with a complete shave. I quickly discovered that being excited and wet was not an advantage when you are trying to stretch skin and remove hair from tiny nooks and crannies of your pussy. When the process was all said and done, I was hairless from front to back. I knelt on a towel on the floor then got on all fours. I looked over my shoulder at my ass in the full length mirror on the door. My bald pussy puffed just below the tight, hairless, pink pucker of my ass. I had never looked at myself this way before but it felt good. I felt good. As I stood up and slipped into my new panties the cool satin touched my hairless skin. I rubbed my hand over it and it slid against me like underwear never had before. I wiggled my butt in the mirror and smiled deviously because I could even feel the cool satin tickle across my asshole. I wondered why it took me so long to ever do something that felt this nice. Having already fixed my hair, I decided it was easier to just step into my new babydoll. I slid it up over my hips then pushed my arms through the holes as I adjusted it over my breasts. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. My eyes roamed over my new toy selection as I slipped on my nylons -- carefully making sure the seams were centered on the back of my legs. After a final adjustment of the elastic, stocking tops I laid back on the bed and pulled an armful of toys near me. Each one was ready to serve whatever need I had. I looked over at my laptop and back at the toys in my arms. It was clear I only had one need right now and it was fueled with curiosity. Would my son be in that chat room since he had the house to himself? If he is there, what would he be doing and what could I see? I crawled off the bed and dimmed the room lights. I sat down at my computer and retrieved the web address from the notes in my phone. While I wasn't a regular user of web chat I was hardly a neophyte. I had tried them in the past, along with various dating sites but discovered they weren't my cup of tea. By the time my web browser opened and I'd connected to the first page of the cam site, I could feel my hands sweating and my heart pounding. I clicked through multiple registration screens and, after a few attempts, chose my screen name for chatting -- MysteryMadame. When the room finally loaded there were over two hundred participants. I looked at the names and decided the only way I'd find him would be by viewing each of the cameras. One by one I clicked down the list. Cock after cock appeared on screen but not the one I was looking for. I switched to a few other rooms, even the gay rooms. While I hold no ill will to gay individuals, I have to say I was not disappointed that I didn't find him in there. When I returned to the main chat room I clicked through the camera feeds again. I was all but ready to give up when a familiar room and chair appeared on my screen. The chair was empty, but it WAS my game room. My hands began to shake again. What was I doing here? What if he was naked? What if he had a girl there with him? Just as I moved the mouse to close his video and leave, his screen blurred with movement then focused. The empty chair and room was filled with a vision I won't soon forget. I saw my son's legs. I saw his boxers and bare stomach. My eyes scanned from the chat to his picture and back. I was stunned, speechless and captivated. In a dark hotel room, in the blue glow of a computer screen I spied on my near naked son. I watched him chat and flirt with various women. I watched him move in his chair -- his boxers sometimes peeking open but not open enough to reveal anything more. My hand drifted between my legs. My finger lightly caressed the satin that covered my freshly shaved pussy and I hid in the shadows of the internet -- watching him. While he flirted with multiple women in the beginning, he began to focus on one woman in particular -- a woman named AllyKat. I opened her video and saw a topless woman, maybe a few years younger than me, massaging her breasts as she replied to him and a roomful of other men. I can't say if it was jealousy or lust that motivated me, but I decided I wasn't going to lose MY night to some random woman. I adjusted my top to show maximum cleavage and clicked the button to turn on my camera. I tilted my laptop so only my bust was in view then sent a private message to my son, MrPlayful. MysteryMadame: My camera is on for you handsome. I looked at my screen in near disbelief. On one side was my half-naked son and in another window were my full breasts, barely covered by some sheer black material. My nipples were hard and visible through the fabric. My hands barely functioned. I watched as chat flew across my screen from dozens of sex-starved men, who suddenly proclaimed they loved my breasts more than any others. I ignored all the other messages until the one I was waiting for appeared on my screen. MrPlayful: Don't you look tasty. MysteryMadame: Ty. Not looking too bad yourself My head swam in the moment. My hands trembled as I watched him shift in his chair. When I looked down at my shaking hands I realized that I'd still had my rings on. I quickly removed them and set them on the table near me. I had to be careful -- oh so careful. MrPlayful: I made us a private room called the playground. Pass is hot4you. Meet you there. Before I could reply his video went black on the screen. I was in a panic, things were happening way too fast. I'd only wanted to watch him. I didn't want it to go this far but he was gone from my screen and there was only one way to get him back. I exited the room and entered the private room. I clicked on his video to open it. When it opened, his boxers were gone. He sat there, in all his glory, with his hard, thick cock on my screen. I inhaled hard and I could feel my pulse beating in my neck. On the screen my chest flushed red, just above my breasts. I needed to leave. I wanted to leave -- but I sat there, staring mindlessly at his cock in silence. MrPlayful: Are you there? MysteryMadame: Yes. MrPlayful: Stand up. Let me see the rest of you. MysteryMadame: I can't. MrPlayful: Sure you can. Stand up and let me see that sweet ass of yours. I gasped at his forwardness. My boy was always polite. When did he'd become such a demanding young man that could speak to a woman like she was some kind of sex toy? I watched my breasts rise and fall on the screen as I struggled to catch my breath. I watched as his hand move towards his cock and his fingers wrapped around its thickness. My legs quivered as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down on it. I couldn't move. I just stared as air went in and out of my lungs. MrPlayful: If you're not going to play I'm going to leave. I didn't even take time to reply. I quickly stood and lifted the hem of my baby doll above my panties to keep him from leaving. The camera was now eye level with my pussy and the black satin was stained with my wetness and clearly visible on screen. MrPlayful: Oh my. Are you always that wet or is that just for me? My hands moved in front of my hips as I typed my replied. If only he knew how wet he had kept me all day. MysteryMadame: It's just for you. MrPlayful: Spin around. Let me see that hot ass. I don't know why I just simply obeyed his commands. I just did. I spun around and looked over my shoulder towards the screen. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. His hand milked it up and down as I watched. I reached back with my freshly painted nails, dug them into my cheeks and pulled them apart for him. He leaned towards the screen and I saw his face for the first time. His smile was filled with lust, strength and a craving for me. MrPlayful: Mmmm. That is the sweetest ass I have ever seen. Take those panties off. My forbidden desires squashed any reluctance I may have had left. Without hesitation I hooked my thumbs in the band of my panties and tugged them down as I bent forward. Though I couldn't look back at my screen from this angle, I knew my bald pussy and pink, puckered ass were serving him a delicious view -- just as I had seen it in the mirror earlier. After holding that pose for some time I stood and turned back to the screen for him. I noticed he'd adjusted his camera to a close up his cock -- revealing a copious amount of pre-cum bubbling from the tip and spilling onto his fingers. My screen was filled with a number of new messages from him. MrPlayful: God that pussy is so hot. MrPlayful: Mmm I'd love to stuff my cock in that puffy slit. MrPlayful: I'd lick that from top to bottom and keep both those holes happy. I read his naughty chat as I teased a finger in my slit. I watched my son pump his cock harder as I clamped my fingers on my labia and pulled them apart. I watched my own actions in one screen and then his in the other. I bared my forbidden flesh to him and more chat flashed on the screen as I played. MrPlayful: Oh fuck yeah. Play with that hot slit for me. MrPlayful: Stuff those fingers in that naughty pussy. MrPlayful: Mmmm just like that you hot slut. My nipples ached. I peeled my top over my head then leaned my breasts into the camera. Seeking encouragement from him I let my glistening fingers tease my nipple then tugged on it hard. My son pumped his cock even faster as rolled my nipple under my fingers. I let my breasts hang in his view as I typed. MysteryMadame: Do you like panties bad boy? MrPlayful: I love panties. MysteryMadame: Have some there to play with? MrPlayful: I can get some. MysteryMadame: I'll make it worth your while. MrPlayful: brb I watched as he disappeared off screen. I couldn't believe where I was taking this but I had to see him do it. I wanted to see him stroking his cock with my panties. I wanted to see him fill them with his cum and then find them when I got home. Before he returned I tilted the camera down and sat back in my chair. I reach down and quickly grabbed my panties off the floor and laid them across my thigh. When Alex returned I greeted him with my smooth pussy and tits on screen. He held up a pair of panties to the screen then draped them over his cock before he typed. MrPlayful: Back. Got them. MysteryMadame: Oh those are pretty. I think I have a pair just like them :) MrPlayful: They feel great on my cock. I couldn't believe I said I had a pair like that. It was risky but made me hotter. I carefully worded my next messages. I wanted answers but wouldn't dare take any further risks that could reveal my identity. MysteryMadame: What lovely girl did you steal those off of? His hand moved down to his cock. He draped a pair of my pink panties over his hand like it was a large, silk glove. His fist curled them around his shaft and he slowly pumped them up and down as he typed with his free hand. MrPlayful: my mother Satin Seductions Ch. 02 I gasped at his honesty and felt my mouth go dry. I watched as he fucked my panties over his cock -- just as I had fantasized earlier this morning while doing the laundry. My fantasy was now a reality and I continued my typing to coax him further. MysteryMadame: That is so naughty and hot. MrPlayful: I think so. MysteryMadame: Does your mommy know you put that beautiful cock in her panties? He didn't respond but he stroked his cock a bit faster. I was turning him on. It felt oddly powerful and wicked and I had no intention of stopping now. MysteryMadame: I bet she'd love that big thick cock of yours. MysteryMadame: I bet she'd wear those panties after you filled them with your cum. MysteryMadame: I bet she'd climb on that cock and ride it all night. The more I typed the faster he stroked his cock. I could see his pre-cum staining my panties with every stroke. I wanted him to cum in them now. MysteryMadame: I bet she'd get on all fours for you and let you fuck her tight ass. MysteryMadame: OMG yes! Fuck your mommy's panties. MysteryMadame: Fill them with your hot cum you bad boy. My pussy throbbed for attention as I typed. Not just because I was watching him, but I also meant every word I typed. I would ride that beautiful cock. At this moment in time I would let he fuck me in every hole and I'd love it. My wetness flowed onto my chair as I continued typing. Alex pumped his cock furiously as I teased him through this incestuous fantasy -- our fantasy. MysteryMadame: Oh you naughty boy. MysteryMadame: Just like that. MysteryMadame: Cum in them. MysteryMadame: Fill your mommy's panties with that cum. I watched as Alex sat up a in his chair. He spread his fingers and slid my panties off his cock. He rolled them in his hand and held the panel in front of the tip of as his other hand stroked his shaft faster. His back arched and I watched as rope after rope of cum splashed over my panties. I watched his cum pool in the fabric. My mouth hung open as if begging to taste it. I wanted nothing more then to put those cum filled panties on and rub it into my burning slit. When the he was finally finished he held it up to the camera I could see it. MysteryMadame: OMG! That is so hot. MrPlayful: ty MysteryMadame: I mean really, really hot. MrPlayful: ty :) MysteryMadame: You seem embarrassed. Don't be. MrPlayful: Don't be? Yeah right. MysteryMadame: Really. It's not uncommon for young men to have a few naughty thoughts about their mother. MrPlayful: It's more than a few. Confusion swirled in my mind as I contemplated his last statement. Before today I had never thought about my son in any sexual way and truly I'd justified all of this in my mind by thinking it was a passing fantasy moment for both of us. Every time I started to type something I'd end up backspacing. It was clear it was time to change the subject. MysteryMadame: Want to see my pussy again? MrPlayful: Yes please. It's sooooo hot. MysteryMadame: Do you really like it? MrPlayful: I love it shaved. I wish my mom shaved. I stood and pressed my pussy towards the camera as I typed. I looked in my video window and noticed how creamy and swollen my lips had become. MysteryMadame: How do you know she doesn't? MrPlayful: I've seen it many times. She doesn't. Just when I thought I couldn't be surprised, again, I couldn't believe the words on my screen. Many times? When could he have seen it? I was always super-modest and cautious around him. I had to know. How? When? MysteryMadame: Many times? How do you get away with that? MrPlayful: She's a sound sleeper... especially if she's had a drink or two MysteryMadame: OMG! No way! MtPlayful: Yes way. MysteryMadame: How? MrPlayful: Well the first time, she fell sleep on the couch after a work party. I tried to get her awake and up to bed. I had to carry her up and put her into bed. I was trying to be nice and put pajamas on her but one thing lead to another MysteryMadame: OMG! MrPlayful: I told you. More than I few. I should go. I stood there in absolute shock. I looked at his pleading face in one camera and my pussy filling the screen on the other as he confessed his darkest secrets to me. I felt like a spy. I felt like I was betraying him and hearing things I should have never heard. I couldn't let it end this way. I had to stop him from leaving. MysteryMadame: I didn't mean OMG! in a bad way. I mean OMG that's' so deviously hot. What did you do? MrPlayful: I undressed her to get her in her pajamas. She was lying on the bed in her panties and bra and I couldn't help but look. MysteryMadame: Nothing wrong with a look. Curiosity. MrPlayful: Well looking lead to a bit of touching. MysteryMadame: Did you take her underwear off? MrPlayful: Yes. MysteryMadame: Where did you touch her? MrPlayful: Everywhere. MysteryMadame: And she didn't wake up? MrPlayful: Not even when I rubbed my cock on her nipples and through her slit. I stared at his face on the screen. One part of me said I should be angry with him and scold him for taking advantage me, but another part of me tingled with a desire so strong my legs quivered. I typed him one more message, stood and then let my fingers drift to my pussy and began to tease it for him. MysteryMadame: Tell me what you did. Make me cum. MrPlayful: I found her nightshirt and was getting ready to put it on. MrPlayful: When I lifted her body to put it over her head, my hand slipped and pulled the cup of her bra over her breast. MrPlayful: When I saw that I got instantly hard. I really was just going to take her bra off and put on her shirt but after I got it off I realized that nothing I was doing was waking her up. My fingers plunged into my pussy as he typed. I slipped two fingers from each hand inside and stretched it open for him to see. He licked his lips as he watched and I moaned and gasped into my dark hotel room. I pictured him undressing me. I felt his strong hands removing my bra then groping my tits. MrPlayful: I was only going to jack off while I looked at her but then her tits were right there. So I teased my cock over them. MrPlayful: When she didn't even budge to that I moved between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock through her slit. MrPlayful: I really, really wanted to fuck her. My hips bucked wildly as I read his words. One hand fell onto the hotel desk to support me as the last few rubs over my clit brought me to an explosive orgasm. Various mews and moans poured from my lips and I humped my fingers as my body convulsed violently. MrPlayful: I could have. But I didn't. When I couldn't hold my body up any longer I slid back into my chair. My hand pulled the lid of my laptop downward as I sat -- making sure my sweat-covered face was hidden to the camera. When I regained my breath and senses I asked the one question I was most afraid to ask. MysteryMadame: Why didn't you fuck her? MrPlayful: I didn't want it to be like that. MysteryMadame: Like what? MrPlayful: Her not knowing. Not choosing. I felt my eyes well with tears. I looked at him on screen and wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it was ok. I brushed back my tears and continued the chat. MysteryMadame: That's very admirable of you. MrPlayful: Meh. For a guy that date rapes his mother multiple times? I couldn't believe he chose to use those words. I hadn't even considered it that way. He was just a teen boy, growing up in a house with a lonely woman. With the thoughts that I've been having today it was clear I had no moral ground to stand on. MysteryMadame: Did you hurt her? MrPlayful: I would NEVER do that. MysteryMadame: And you are SURE she has no idea? MrPlayful: Absolutely. We're not the kind to keep secrets. MysteryMadame: Unless those secrets are about your lust for your mother. MrPlayful: Haha. Yeah. Got me there. MysteryMadame: Maybe she knows. Maybe she just pretended to be out of it. MrPlayful: No way. You can't fake that. MysteryMadame: There's only one way to know for sure. Do it again. MrPlayful: In my dreams. MysteryMadame: We all have dreams, but I have to be up early tomorrow. I'd like to chat again. MrPlayful: I can be here tomorrow night. MysteryMadame: I can too. 8-ish ok? MrPlayful: Sure. Yahoo is better than this chat. Find me on there: Alexforplay MysteryMadame: I don't have Yahoo but I'll get it. MrPlayful: Ok. See you then. I exited the chat room as soon as his screen went black. I closed the lid of my computer and added his Yahoo name to my phone's note app. I walked into the bathroom to clean up for bed and stared at myself in the mirror. I had just told him he should do me again. What was I thinking? What would I do if he did? Have I really reached a point in my life where the only person that desires me is my own son? When my head finally hit the pillow I had more questions than answers. After tossing and turning for some time, it was apparent I wasn't going to fall asleep by just closing my eyes. I reached across the bed and grabbed a few of my new toys. I was going to sleep eventually -- even if it was from sheer, sensual exhaustion.