27 comments/ 83256 views/ 71 favorites Temptation Pt. 01 By: Cutestarr65 This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead. ***** Tim's mother Clara was a beautiful woman. Long, dark flowing hair. Beautiful long legs. That sexy light brown skin. She was a little on the big side, but no one seemed to mind. You'd be crazy not to find her beautiful. Nice curved hips. Wonderful tits. And the cutest smile you ever did see. She also had a lovely ass that would jiggle when she ran. Which she did. A lot. Clara's exercise routine kept her in beautiful shape. She was 36-years old, but you could never tell by looking at her. Giving birth to Tim at age eighteen, she was the youngest woman to be the mother of a teenager in the area, and the greatest desire for any teenage boy on the block. Very often, whenever she went for a jog down the neighborhood, Tim's friends would try to catch a glimpse of her passing by. You would have to be dead not to get horny watching her strut on by. Tim's friends were embarrassed to ever admit this, but the primary object of their fantasies was his beautiful mother. Many nights were spend by them jerking off to her image. But the most shocking part was that Tim did too. Almost every night, his beautiful mother would haunt his sexual dreams. He wanted her. More than any other woman. But he knew it to be wrong. It was disgusting. Unnatural. For God's sakes, he was her son! And yet he desired her more than anything. From this desire, their lives would soon spiral out of control. The temptation was simply too strong. He had to have her. # Photography was his greatest passion. Tim had been taking photos since the early days of high school. He even won some junior awards for his pictures in contests. His parents were very proud of him. His mother especially. It helped to have a hobby. Tim's father was a hard working man, and rarely had time for his son. His business trips would take him away for so long, it was easier to keep count of the times he was at home rather when he wasn't. To make up for this, he made sure Tim got anything he needed for his photography. Which he did, with a top of the line supply of camera's and other lighting equipment. Tim loved taking pictures of wildlife. On weekends he'd be off in the woods somewhere, trying to snap a rare bird or some beautiful insect. But Tim also loved to take photos of people. Especially women. The downside was that most models took the eighteen-year old photographer not very seriously. And trying to get the girls from his school to pose was impossible. Enter his mom, Clara. She was always more than happy to pose for her son. There were only two conditions. No nudity, and he must never show his father what they did in the basement. Tim had turned the basement into a mini studio, with the right lights and props for his work. He loved working with her. Having her model for him was the closest he'd ever get with her. His crowning achievement was taking snapshots of her in her purple bikini, saying he wanted something to express summer in his portfolio. Her beautiful ass and her gorgeous tits were practically hanging out of her clothing. How often had he masturbated to that photo where she bends over? She was gorgeous. But he wanted more. He wanted to have her more than anything. But what could he do? # Every saturday night he would hang out with his friends. Their usual spot was at an old abandoned saw mill. Since they rarely hooked up with girls, they came there to talk about them instead. Tim and five of his friends, Mitch, Steven, Paul, Jake and Donny, were spending the night ogling over his photographs. He knew they all lusted after Clara, so why not make a few bucks selling them copies. "Look at those lips. I bet they feel amazing when sucking your dick off," Steven said. "Forget that. Look at her ass. If I could only have me a taste of that," Jake replied. Their conversation kept going on like this for hours. They wanted her pussy. They wanted to lick her ass. Anything they could imagine. Because as far as they knew, imagining was all they could do. Especially Tim. "Hey Tim, could you maybe set us up on a live stream of your next photo session? I'll pay for it," Paul asked. "Sure," Tim said. "Easy enough. I can get you all in on that. But we'd need to pay for streaming costs. It'll be steep tough." "Worth every penny," Mitch said. "Man, I would love to see her naked. You're a lucky bastard, Tim." "If I had a mom as hot as yours, I wouldn't hesitate to try and make her mine," Paul said. "Yours or Steven's," he added. Steven's mother Danielle was always a second choice for the three boys. The only difference, Steven would never consider fucking his mother. Tim on the other hand... "If you could have my mom, what would you guys do? Seduce her?" Tim asked his friends. "If possible. But she'd mostly likely tell us to fuck off or something," Donny said, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, a woman like Clara would never say yes to any of us," Steven laughed. Jokingly, he added, "Only if you force her would you be able to tap that pussy." Then it hit Tim. An idea. A brilliant yet simple idea. An idea that would mark him forever. But his desire was so strong, he had no choice but to go through with it. "I'll get you guys set up with that stream. Tune in on friday. There's something new I'm eager to try," he said. # "Hey Mom. You up for a modeling session tonight?" Tim asked his mother. She was sitting in the kitchen, having her coffee. "Sure hon. I have a nice sweater that would look really great," she said, smiling. "Actually, I had something else in mind," Tim began. "It's a little more risque, but I figured if you're up to something more experimental, we could work it it." "That sounds interesting," Clara said. "What'd you have in mind?" Tim put down a copy of the photography magazine he was subscribed to. This month they featured a series of models being restrained by locks, ropes and other bondage style tools. Clara grew worried. She had a hard enough time with the idea her husband Anthony would find out about the photos she had posed for in the past, and those were relatively tame. The pictures in the bikini were difficult enough to do, let alone anything like this. "I'm not sure about this, Tim," Clara said. "I don't want to do anything too...porny." "Mom!" Tim gasped. "It's just photos. You can wear that all black jogging suit if you want. You can even try that sweater you mentioned. All I had in mind was something with a nylon rope around your hands. That's all." Clara considered it. A part of her was kind of intrigued. With Anthony on the road so often, there wasn't much excitement in her life. Besides, it was only Tim taking the photos. "All right. As long as it stays tasteful. You're gonna love the sweater. It's all white and fluffy." "Great," Tim said. "So I'll see you tonight?" "It's a date," Clara laughed. She was kidding. But Tim smirked a especially large smile at that last line. # Clara walked down into the basement around 8 PM, her bare feet causing the wood of the steps to creak. It was dark out now, so there would be little sun light coming in. Tim could set up the lighting just as he liked it. She wore her jogging pants and her white fluffy sweater. The wool felt very soft against her skin. The only thing that bothered her was that she couldn't find any bra's to wear. They were either all in the hamper, or had just gone missing. It was weird. But her sweater was thick and wooly, so she wasn't going to be exposing herself in any way. Tim wasn't the kind of person to ask her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. The basement was already set up for the shoot. An old couch Tim had purchased for a few bucks from a neighbor made the set. Lying on the little fold-up table was the nylon rope they would tie her hands with. And around the tiny set were at least four different cameras Tim used for his hobby, all set up to his computer so he wouldn't run out of memory space. "Hey Mom. You ready?" Tim asked, popping up from underneath the computer desk. He had just finished connecting his PC to the server. Now he'd be able to stream all the photos live on the network. His friends could see what he snapped in real time. Or filmed. "I'm ready," Clara giggled. They began with just the introduction shots. A few standing poses. One of her lying on the couch. She smiled and giggled at a few. These shoots were fun. And she was so comfortable around her son. Just having a good time with her boy Tim, the photographer. Every now and then though, Tim would check his computer. The pictures turned out great. The stream on the other hand, gathered much more attention. Not just from his friends, but also other's who had joined in. A floodgate of comments followed. "What a hottie!" "Amazing! What a fucking MILF!" "I'd love to tap that ass," said a comment that Tim knew belonged to Donny. He grinned. "Ok Mom. You ready for the rope now?" Tim asked. Carla gulped briefly. A slight twinge of embarrassment ran through her. But she pushed it away and smiled at her boy. "I am," she said, holding out her hands with her wrists together. Tim began wrapping the rope around her wrists. He made sure they were good and tight without hurting her. They took a few shots of Clara constrained. She gave a pouty face as to look helpless. In one she pressed her finger against her lips, as if to shush someone, giving a naughty look from her eyes. Tim had to check the comments again. "What a slut!" "I got something else those lips can touch!" "Take her sweater off!" Tim felt himself get stiff in his pants. He tried to hide it as best as he could. He couldn't spoil the surprise just yet. "Ok, Mom. These are great. Just a few more and we're done," Tim said. "Sure hon," Clara said. "What next?" "I'm gonna tie your hands behind your back. Just for a little," he said, trying to keep his face straight. Untying her hands, Tim positioned them gently on her back. He was as gentle as he could be. Even with the bounds that tight, she wouldn't chafe her skin against the rope. She even giggled when he finished. She was beautiful. Her beautiful hands rested on her back, practically lying on her ass. Tim took a few shots. Mostly full body shots, but he couldn't help himself from taking a few of her ass. Then it hit him. A twinge of guilt. He began to doubt wether he should go through with his plan. Was he prepared for the consequences? Would their lives ever be the same? He walked to his PC, ready to break the connection. His eye caught the last few comments, most of them were from his friends. "She has an amazing ass. I'd fuck it," Paul wrote. "She'll never let you," Steven replied. "Even if she wouldn't, I'd still fuck it," Paul replied. "Yeah, just take her!" Donny wrote. Tim's confidence returned. No turning back now. The plan was a go. Consequences be damned. Clara began to wonder what Tim was doing. She tried not to break her last pose for continuity reasons, but her wrists were beginning to hurt, tied to her back like that. Where was Tim? She heard him shuffling around in the back somewhere. "Tim?" his mother called out. When she turned aside, she saw her son looking down at her. To her horror, he was completely nude, with his cock hovering near her face. # His pants and shirt were crumbled up by his feet, no sign of any underwear. His eighteen-year old body was without an ounce of fat. What caught her eye was his pulsating hard-on, aiming right at her face. In his hand was a pair of scissors. What was going on? "What-?" Clara muttered. Within moments, Tim suddenly grabbed his mother's ass. He rubbed his hand over it, feeling her up through her black jogging pants. His fingers brushed over her vulva. He then took the fabric between his hands, and cut them. Clara tried to kick him away, but she was afraid of hitting the scissors with her leg. Her arms were tied down, so she couldn't slap her son away either. The real shock came when Tim, after cutting away most of her pants, pulled on her panties and cut them open. She felt the basement air hit her exposed pussy. Her son's fingers brushed over her thick bush of pubic hair. Clara trembled. What was going on? He couldn't be thinking what she thought he was thinking? Could he? Tim positioned himself over his mother. With his hands he raised her hips into the air. He spread her pussy lips wide. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I love you." Clara screamed in horror when she felt her son's cock glide into her pussy. His shaft slid past her pussy lips, and she felt it grind against her insides. She couldn't believe it. Her son Tim...he...he was raping her! His own mother! Tim couldn't believe himself either. That he dared to do the unthinkable. But he could not stop. Not now. Not when Clara's pussy felt too good. So tight. He loved it. At first he slowly pushed himself down her went cunt, until he was all the way in. Her shock caused her pussy to tighten around his cock. He couldn't believe how tight she was. Within moments he began to increase his pace. With every thrust, Clara squeezed down harder on his shaft. It was amazing. With youthful vigor, he began pounding his mother. She squealed out as he did, but this only enticed him more. He could feel her pussy getting wet as he fucked her harder. He knew that, as much as she tried to resist it, that she was aroused. A shameful sense of delight as she was mercilessly fucked by her son. "No...please stop-," Clara moaned. Her pussy was tingling, on the verge of orgasm. She tightened herself around her son's hard cock, desperately trying to push back her oncoming climax. "Are you cumming?" Tim grunted. "N—n-yess..." Clara gasped, ashamed to admit it. "Then we both will," Tim whispered. Her eyes widened with shock. He wouldn't! Not inside her. Not in his own mother. But he would. And with a mighty thrust, he did. His cock spasmed, shooting a thick stream of cum inside Clara's pussy. The sensation of his orgasm caught her off guard. She could hold back no more. She moaned loudly as she came. Her body shivered and trembled. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt Tim's cock fill her insides with his cum. As her son slid his cock from her pussy, she could feel thick globs of jizz stream down her leg. He did it. He fucked his mother. And it was glorious. # "Why-," she muttered. "Why did you rape me?" Ignoring his mother's sobs, Tim walked over to his PC. The comments were flooding in. A few were angry and disgusted by what they had seen. But most cheered him on. "Way to go! You let that whore know what she's good for." "Nice job man!" "That was amazing, dude!" Donny wrote. "Fuck her face next," wrote Paul. "Stick your cock in that mouth." Tim looked up from the screen. His mother was curled up into a ball on the couch, softly sobbing. Regret grew within him. What had he done? Had he just done the unspeakable? Violating his mother in front of who-knows-how-many people? Her rape displayed to the world? What kind of man was he? Tim walked up to Clara and sat down next to her. She buried her face in the couch, trying to avoid looking at her son. He brushed his hand through her hair. "I'm sorry," he said. "I...I don't know what came over me." He looked at her. Her sobbing was less now. But he had to ask her. He just wasn't sure. "Did you come?" Clara looked up, meeting his eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears. But looking at his gentle smiling face, she could not hate him. Nor could she deny the truth. "Yes...I came," Clara muttered. "I'm glad," Tim said, stroking his fingers over her face. "Did you enjoy it?" Clara sat up, trying to look angry at her son. But seeing him sitting there, not a shred of clothing on him and those big blue eyes, she couldn't lie. "I did. I'm sorry, but I did. But that doesn't make I right," Clara said. "Just because I enjoy it doesn't give you the right to...the right to...to..." "I know. I'm sorry. I just don't know what came over me. I wanted you. I needed you," Tim said. "I love you mom." "I know you do," Clara said. "I love you too. And did enjoy it. Just don't be so rough-," She stopped herself from ending with "-next time." There wasn't going to be a next time. She knew that. But did she secretly want it? Tim looked at his mom. She was beautiful. There was no other woman he craved more. He'd even pass on Steven's mom Danielle in favor of her. What a beauty. He looked at her mouth. Paul's comment repeated in his head. No, fucking her was enough. He didn't need to go further. But then again, those lips... Clara watched Tim as he got up. His body was beautiful. His toned muscles shone under the light of the lamps. His butt was cute. His face even cuter. And that cock. It was magnificent. Clara remembered how hard he'd gotten. How he fucked her like an animal. A depraved part wanted more. But what about her husband? No, she could not ask for more. It was insane to even think it. Tim sat back down beside his mom, placing a camera low near the ground. What was he doing? Tim suddenly leaned over and kissed his mother on her forehead. It was a short, gentle kiss. His hand grazed over her face. He smiled at her. Clara smiled back. He grasped her long hair tightly. Too tightly. Clara felt strange. What was he doing? "Hey," Tim said in a hushed tone. "I'm sorry, but I gotta do this." "Wha-?" Clara began. With a strong push, Tim shoved his mom's head down into his crotch. Her open mouth slid perfectly onto his hard cock, going deep down into her throat. She nearly gagged, not used to having such a large dick in her mouth. Trying to break free was pointless. Tim's grip was too strong. Shaking her head just turned him on even more. "Calm down. Calm down, mom," Tim hushed. "I just need to do this. I want this." With that, Tim began moving Clara's head up and down on his cock. Her tongue stroked the head of his penis, while a thick stream of drool ran down his shaft to his balls. She moaned, possibly trying to say something, but her son's dick in her mouth blocked it out. Tim would tilt her head so the camera would catch it all. Great shots of Clara's face as Tim fucked it, which were uploaded onto the server. The guys would love it. He loved it, even if he did force himself into her mouth. Clara couldn't believe this was happening. Her eyes teared up. Just when she believed to have gotten through to him, he goes and does something like this. She could taste her own pussy juices on his cock. He bobbed her head up and down on his dick. This is horrible, she thought. How could he do this to me? But as distraught as she felt, she felt herself stirring between her legs. Her pussy was getting wetter than before. The sensation of her son's cock gliding over her tongue at a pace he set was unbelievable. She'd always loved giving head. The feeling of bringing a man to such orgasmic pleasure was beyond anything. Even when forced, by her son Tim no less, it was exhilarating. His dick was amazing. She had no idea his could be so strong. So forceful. "Oh, God!" Tim grunted. "You suck so fucking good. Keep going..." "Hmnm," Clara mumbled back. Her muffled reaction caused Tim to crack a smile. It was both funny and extremely hot. He could keep fucking her mouth like this all night. Who would've known his mother could be such an amazing cocksucker? He was in heaven. His cock began to pulsate. A feeling was rising up from his loins. He was cumming. He could feel it. With both hands he grabbed Clara's head and began moving it faster. He was close. Temptation Pt. 01 "Oh, oh God!" he muttered. "I'm gonna cum. Mom, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Take my cum!" Clara's eyes widened as Tim pushed her head down further, until his cock could go no deeper. A thick shot of cum flew down her throat. She felt her mouth fill up with the sticky, warm liquid. Tim held her head down on his dick, spasming inside her until he finally stopped cumming. He gasped for air, still holding his mother's head down. He could feel his cum slowly leaking out of her mouth. He felt a stream caress his balls as it dripped down on the couch. It was an amazing orgasm. He never felt anything like it. It was enough for him to ignore the light sobs Clara let out. # When Tim took his hands off his mother's head, she immediately sat up. A glob of her son's jizz streamed from her mouth. She coughed for a bit to catch her breath. This caused her to accidentally swallow some of it. To her surprise, it didn't taste awful. She never liked to taste her husband Anthony's cum when she sucked him off. It was always bitter and made her gag. Tim's on the other hand was sweeter. A subconscious part of her would've like more of it. She only wished her boy hadn't taken her by force. He might do it again. Who knows what else he had planned to do to her. What if Anthony found out about it? He'd be crushed. What would he do to Tim? This couldn't go on any longer. She had to escape. Tim got up and walked to the computer. The comments section exploded. Messages of both praise and disgust that went on forever. He relished in them. "Dude, what the fuck! She didn't want it. Fucking rapist." "Amazing. Loved it when you came in her mouth." "Fuck her ass next. Do it!" "Who is she? Can I meet her?" "You sick fucker. Burn in hell!" Then there were the comments he really looked out for. The ones left by his friends. "Congrats dude! You're a real motherfucker now!" wrote Jake. "You're my new hero," Mitch added. "When do we get a taste?" Donny wrote. Tim snickered. Those horn-dogs were now randy as hell from that little show he gave them. A small sense of pride filled him, which vanished the moment her remembered whom he had violated on camera. Why did he keep doing this? Why couldn't he stop? He wanted Clara so badly. But this was getting out of hand. He knew he had to untie her. The conversation afterwards would be a nightmare. He was about to log out from the network and shut the computer off, when he caught a glimpse of his mom. She was quietly walking towards the stairs. Despite her hands still tied behind her back and her pants ripped open, she was going to sneak out of the basement. "Mom, where are you going?" Tim asked. Clara's face turned red. She jerked her head towards her son. For a brief moment she hesitated, but then jolted for the stairs. But Tim was much faster. He jumped up from his computer seat and managed to grab his mom's arm. "Let me go! Let me go!" Clara yelled. "Mom! Calm down! I-," Tim began. "No! No more. Let me go!" Clara snapped. In the ensuing struggle, Tim tried his best not to hurt his mother. He was much stronger than her, and didn't want to accidentally hit her or anything. Blindly trying to take hold of her, he grabbed the collar of her sweater. With a powerful pull, her tore the wool apart. The struggle ended. Both mother and son were startled by the sudden ripping of her last clothes. Clara panted heavily, which caused Tim's attention to wander to a different part of her. Her breasts. Those magnificent breasts which he fantasized about seeing so many times, he'd lost count. There they were. Bare and no longer hidden, moving up and down as Clara breathed heavily. Two perky nipples, pointed right at him. Tim could feel himself getting hard again. Even harder than before. He slowly approached Clara, lust beaming from his eyes. "Tim...don't," Clara muttered. "Please don't..." Ignoring her pleas, Tim pushed himself onto his mother, taking both her breasts in his hands. He pressed his lips on hers, blocking anything she had to say in protests with his mouth. With little effort he pinned his mother against the wall, stoking her tongue with his own and rubbing her large breasts. She pulled away from their kiss when he softly pinched her nipples. Her squeal was genuine, but very sexy. He had to have her again. "No! Stop!" Clara begged as Tim began to spread her legs. "Please...not again..." "I love you, mom," Tim said. "I need you." Tim grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. With strong arms he raised Clara from the ground, lining his cock up with her hot, wet pussy. With great force he plunged himself into his mother beautiful cunt. "Aaah!" Clara moaned. "No..." "Oh yes!" Tim gasped. "You're so fucking tight, mom!" Holding her up with her back against the wall, Tim began fucking her hard. His pace kept increasing. Being taken with such force began to stir things inside Clara. A sensible part of her wanted to break free. A part of her that worried about her husband. About her son's future. About their life. But a primal part began to take over. A part that loved being fucked without regard. Being fucked by this young man and his rock hard cock. Clara's pussy felt unbelievable. What was more unbelievable was that her hips began to rock along with Tim's thrusts. Tim couldn't believe it when she suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her feet and locking herself to her son. Could she...? "Mom?" Tim asked. "Are you enjoying this?" Clara shook her head, avoiding her son's eyes. She was hiding something from him. He could feel it. His thrusting increased. A few soft moans escaped from Clara. He was right. "You are. You like it when I fuck you, don't you?" Tim laughed. Clara looked at her son. She tried to look angry. Pretend that she hated him. But that adorable face of his, smiling as his magnificent cock went deeper into her wet pussy, broke her. "Yes. I love being fucked by you. Goddamn you, I love it when you fuck me," Clara finally admitted. "I knew it!" Tim laughed. He pressed his lips against hers, leading her to passionately kiss him back. She was rubbing the roof of his mouth with her tongue, when she suddenly broke the kiss off. "Fuck me harder, Tim. Fuck me, you dirty motherfucker," she growled. With a big grin, Tim pulled himself out from her pussy and placed his mother down on the ground, putting her knees on the soft rug that was near the couch. Clara raised her ass in the air, exposing her pussy to her son. Without hesitation, Tim stuck his cock back inside her. Grabbing her hair, he fucked her harder than before. He rode her like an animal. And she enjoyed it. "Yes! Yes!" Clara grunted with each thrust. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder." "I love you mom!" Tim said, smiling as his mother took his cock like a pro. "Don't talk!" Clara hissed. "Just fuck me, goddammit!" With that order, Tim pounded his mother's pussy with even more vigor. Seeing them fucking like this, you'd think they'd been doing this for years. They were mother and son. Then they were ravager and victim. Now they were full-on lovers. It couldn't be better for either of them. "Mom...I'm gonna cum," Tim mumbled. The pace was becoming too much for him. "Me too," Clara gasped. "Cum with me. Cum in me." "Oh God! Yes," Tim gasped. He thrusted his cock in her pussy a few more times, before he erupted. Clara felt her son's dick harden, shooting his load inside her cunt. She shivered for a second, before and orgasm shot through her entire body. It was the most intense feeling she'd ever had. "Holy shit!" Clara said, gasping for air. "That...that was..." "I know," Tim interrupted her, kissing her on her head. Spent, the two collapsed onto each other, panting and sweating as Tim held his mother close. They shared a kiss. Tim grazed his hands over his mother's bush, feeling his cum sticking to it. He did it. He made his mother his. It was amazing. # They said nothing. Tim untied his mother, leaving her sitting on the floor. Clara's clothes were destroyed from Tim's handiwork, so she took the shreds of cloth off. She was now completely nude. Tim took the opportunity to take a few more pictures. He checked the comments, smirking as he read them. When he was finished, he logged out of the network and shut the PC off. He then looked at Clara, who was holding her legs close to her body. "Mom? Are you okay?" he asked. Clara sighed. "This was wrong Tim. All of it." Tim grew pale. He was afraid she would come to such a conclusion. "What do you mean? I thought you-," he began. "In the end, it was amazing. Better than amazing. It was the best I've ever had. I've never felt anything like that," Clara admitted. "But you took advantage of me, Tim. You raped me. You raped my mouth. I don't know if I can forgive that. And what about your father? My God, poor Anthony. How do we tell him? I have to tell him. I'll call him tonight. There's no other option." "Are you saying that this is it? The end of us?" Tim asked. "That we can never again-." "Of course not, Tim. I'm your mother. This whole thing...it's so fucked up. I need to call your father. We need to sort this out." Tim sighed. He grabbed his PC and unplugged the LAN cables. Without her noticing, he took both his and Clara's cell phone from the desk as well. He walked towards the stairs, not saying a word. "Tim? Where-?" Clara began. "I was afraid you would do this, mom," Tim said, sighing. "I love you. But I can't let you tell dad." Before she could realize what he meant by that, Tim bolted up the stairs and shut the basement door. Clara heard a click. He locked it! He locked the door, trapping her downstairs. Within seconds, she ran up the stairs, cum dripping from her pussy into the steps as she did. Unable to open it, she began banging on the door. "Tim! Let me out! Tim! Open the door," she yelled. But Tim had gone upstairs. He couldn't hear his mother protests. He needed to think. He fucked his mother, yes. He even raped her, if he was being honest with himself. But he wanted her, and he wanted more. He needed it. It was a craving he could not ignore. But he also couldn't let his father find out what had transpired tonight. Nor could he keep his mom a prisoner in her own house. That was insane! He needed a plan. A plan that grew quickly. But he would need help to pull it off. So it began. Tim gave into temptation, and the rest of his life began to take shape. To be continued Temptation Pt. 02 This is the sequel to Temptation part 01. Warning, includes scenes of Non-consent and Incest. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead. ***** "Is that all of it?" Steven asked as he took the last box to the car. "The last one," Tim said. "Thanks for helping me out with this." "I'm the one who should be thanking you," Steven said with a slight smirk. "Considering what all this moving around is going to lead to." "Not out here," Tim whispered. "What are you boys whispering about," asked Danielle, Steven's mom. Tim turned around, greeted with the sight of beautiful Danielle. Lovely Danielle, with her long red hair, long legs and beautiful buxom breasts. It was hard to believe she was in her forties. Just looking at her you'd call bullshit on that and think she's in her early thirties at least. Many times did Tim fantasize about her whenever he jerked off. "Nothing, Mom," Steven lied, badly. "What's all this here?" Danielle asked, pointing to the stacked boxed in the back of her son's car. "Are you boys going somewhere?" "Oh no, Mrs. Robertson. Steven is just helping me move some stuff into storage," Tim said, smiling and trying not to let his eyes linger down. As always, Danielle wore a blouse which she only buttoned halfway, giving everyone a good eye-full of her incredible cleavage. Tim also spotted her pants, which went down just above her knees, accentuating her long gorgeous legs while not revealing too much. What a babe! "What kind of stuff?" Danielle asked. "Oh, just some things my mom no longer needs. We're just putting it in storage," Tim said. "Hmn..." Danielle said, before walking away. "See you two later." "Bye Mom," Steven said. While Steven went back to stacking boxes in the back of his car, Tim couldn't help himself from watching Danielle walk back to their house across the street. Her adorable ass wiggled back and forth with ever step. "Man, your Mom's so hot," Tim said to his friend. "Oh?" Steven said. "Totally. Man, what I wouldn't give to-," "Hold it!" Steven said. "After last night, you'd still go after my mom?" "Who wouldn't?" Tim chuckled. "She's a babe!" Steven threw his friend a worried look. He'd always been very protective of his mother, and did not appreciate his friends making lewd comments about her or leering at her. "Don't get any ideas, there. My mom is off-limits to you or the other guys," Steven said. "Off course," Tim said, shrugging. Though perhaps Steven should have steered away from the words "off-limits". That just made Danielle more irresistible to him. But first thing's first. Their plan for tonight was their priority now. "Let's get going," Tim said, hopping into his own car. "See you later," Steven said, as he drove of with his van, containing the boxes. Tim could almost cheer with excitement. His plan was coming together perfectly. Now all that was needed was for Clara to play her part. # It was around 10 AM when Clara finally woke up. She was lying on the couch down in the basement. Her son Tim usually used it as a photography studio for his hobby. But last night he turned it into something completely different. Something terrible. Clara remembered it all very vividly. The photo shoot were she posed for her son. The way he tricked her into agreeing to be tied up. His naked body before her. The way he took...no, the way he raped her right in her own home. How he told her he loved her and wanted her for ages, before fucking and cumming twice in her pussy and once in her mouth. She could still feel her son's cum inside her. Her eyes teared up about it. She was heartbroken. If he really loved her, he would have never done this to her. But the worst part was towards the end of his violation of her, she began to enjoy it. She wanted him, no, begged him to fuck her. She wanted him to shoot his cum off inside her. Oh, the pleasure she felt when he filled her pussy up with his jizz. She immediately regretted it moments later, but once again she underestimated how far Tim was willing to go. He ran upstairs and locked her down in the basement, trapped without a shred of clothing or a way to call for help. For hours she tried to open the door, before giving up in the early hours of the morning. How long was he going to keep her down here? He didn't have any more thing in mind for her, did he? She couldn't face another night like that again. Plus, she was getting pretty hungry too. And cold. She needed food and something to wear. Somehow, she needed to break out of here. There were no tools lying around. Clara wondered if she was strong enough to break the door down, perhaps? No sense in not trying. She climbed up the stairs and took the door knob in her hand. To her shock, the door swung open with the slightest push. It wasn't locked anymore. When did Tim open it for her? Was she asleep? She quietly walked into the hallway. No-one was there. Where did Tim go? Did he leave her alone? Her imagination began running wild. What if he, ashamed by what he did to her, fled the house? Her son, alone and on the run? It horrified her. More than anything he did to her last night. He was still her son, for God's sakes. She couldn't bear the idea of him being alone out on the street. Her stomach growled. First thing's first; food. Clara needed to eat. She hurried into the kitchen, he big round breasts bouncing along as she did. As she approached the fridge, there was an envelope held to the door with a big, heart shaped magnet she bought a few years back on their trip to Toronto. Written on the envelope was "Mom, please read,", which Clara recognized as Tim's handwriting. She quickly opened it and read the note inside it. "Dear Mom," it began. "I'm sorry I locked you up last night. I panicked, and I should never have done that to you. I just couldn't let you call dad. I still can't, which is why I've disconnected all the phones in the house and taken your cell. We need to talk about last night, and how we're going to handle it. Please meet me at the address I've written down below. I've left some clothes for you upstairs, but take your time getting there. I'll be there all day if you want to resolve this. Please eat something and get a shower before you head out. I love you. Your son; Tim." Clara rolled her eyes. He keeps saying he loves me. But you don't rape the people you love, or lock them in the basement all night long. Where did I go wrong raising him? After making herself a sandwich, a bowl of greek yoghurt and having an apple, Clara headed upstairs to her bathroom. For the next hour, she sat underneath a stream of hot water in her shower. She washed away any on Tim's cum still sticking to her hair. She even held the shower head to her pussy, hoping to remove anything lingering down there. Her son cumming inside there twice left her worried. Clara hadn't taken birth control in years, since she and her husband tried to get pregnant again when Tim was around fifteen. But the many weeks at a time her husband would be off on business trips gave them very little time to make love. It hadn't been an issue on her mind for years. How could she have know this was going to happen? She silently prayed that Tim hadn't done the unthinkable and impregnated her. Stepping out of the shower, Clara headed for her closet. When she opened it, she nearly flung it back shut. She couldn't believe it. It was empty. Not a scrap of clothing was left. She began to check her drawers and other places she stored her clothing. No dresses. No pants. No underwear. Absolutely nothing was left. Tim must've taken them. What was he up to? At the bottom of one of the drawers was a not for her. It told her to check the hallway closet downstairs. Clara bolted down and opened the door. Clothing waited for her, but just barely enough to cover herself with. One coat. One lousy trench coat hung there in that closet, waiting for her. There was also one pair of boots. Her favorite ones, which went all the way up to her knees. Clara sighed in frustration. This was all part of another dress-up idea concocted by Tim. She took the coat and boots and began putting them on. When she zipped up her last boot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but appreciate how sexy she looked, being naked and wearing nothing but her knee-highs. Cupping her breasts and letting her hands glide over her skin, she could imagine herself driving someone wild looking like this. Was that what Tim was planning? For her to dress up like the women in his fantasies? And then fuck her? Granted, she couldn't deny how good it felt to have a man inside her, fucking her with such passion. Her pussy got wet just thinking about it. But the way he forced her, that wasn't right. Least of all forcing his own mother like that. Clara wrapped herself with the coat. Now you couldn't tell she was naked underneath, unless you stood really close to her. She peered out the window, seeing if her car was still there, which it was. If she was quick, no-one would notice her. Her car keys were on the little table by the door, waiting for her. She took them and bolted for her car, only to be called out by a familiar voice. "Hi Clara! I heard you were doing a little spring cleaning," said Danielle. Her neighbor Danielle was always a chatty one. Her husband ran out on her years ago, leaving her and her son Steven by themselves. With her boy getting older, she didn't have many people to talk to, so more often than not she'd try and hook you into a conversation. Danielle approached her, taking off her gardening gloves and putting away her tools. "I was just working on the rosebushes, and I thought I heard you walk around. How've you been?" Danielle asked. "I...ehm...I've been good. I'm a little busy today, so is it okay we talk later?" Clara asked. "Oh, sure hon. You take our time," Danielle said with a laugh. Clara entered her car and drove off, giving her neighbor a brief wave. She felt like she dodged a bullet. But if she'd tightened her coat a little bit more, Danielle would not have spotted her nipple briefly being exposed. She began to wonder what was going on with Clara. First the boxes being moved, now Clara wasn't wearing a shirt? What was going on in that house? # The address Tim instructed Clara to go was an old abandoned sawmill on the outskirts of town. Her grandfather worked there before they shut it down and moved the company to another state. It was now a decrepit old building that gave her the creeps. Why would Tim make her come here? She began to wonder if she should've brought something to defend herself with. But that was crazy. Tim wouldn't hurt her. Not his own mother. Right? She sighed with relief when she saw Tim's car parked near the entrance. At least now she knew where he was. She parked beside it, hesitating to get out. What else awaited her behind those doors? Never had she been more frightened. It was a strange sense of comfort when Tim suddenly walked outside, a camera dangling from his neck. He waved to her and smiled. Clara didn't respond. Her brief moment of joy to see her son safe again quickly turned back to anger. Flashes of what he did last night popped up in her mind. Tim motioned with his hand for her to come out of the car and follow him. A part of her told her to just drive away. But she couldn't abandon her son, even after what he did to her. The car door swung open, and Clara stepped out. "Hi Mom," Tim said. "You sleep okay?" Clara said nothing. She just did her best to maintain her scowl at Tim. But her son seemed too happy to see her to get worried about it. He entered the mill, gesturing to Clara to follow him. Reluctantly, she did. Together the walked into the mill, where Tim lead Clara into the main hall. Most of the equipment has been gone for years, so the hall was mostly empty. A set of studio lamps stood in the center, illuminating a lone table and a single fold-up chair. On the table was a backpack and a roll of duct tape. This was already turning eerily familiar for Clara. "Can I take you coat?" Tim said with a smirk. "No!" Clara snapped. She was in no mood to entice him any further. For now she was in control, and she wasn't going to let herself be taken advantage of anymore. But how long could she keep it up? "Please take a seat," Tim told his mother. Not a moment after she sat down on the chair, Tim snapped a few photos of her. Clara winced at the bright flashes. She was already getting sick of this. "Why did you ask me here?" she asked her son. Tim sat down on the edge of the table. He leaned back, taking the backpack and going through it, not saying a word the entire time. "Tim, why am I here?" Clara snapped. "And where are my clothes?" "You'll get them back," Tim said. "But first we need to discuss what we're going to do." "Do about what?" Clara asked. "About us," Tim said, shrugging his shoulders. Clara scoffed. "Us? There is no us. Don't you see what you did was wrong? You...you raped you own mother. You-." "I know what I did was wrong, but hear me out," Tim interrupted his mother. "I love fucking you. And I know for a fact you loved being fucked by me. You can't deny it. I felt you cum with me." "It doesn't matter. We're mother and son! You're my child! And yet you stuck your...your penis in me. In my mouth! Can't you see how wrong that is?" Tim stood up and lowered himself to meet his mother's eyes. On his knees, he took her hands in his own. "I love you. I need you. I can't go on if I could never fuck you again. But I want you to do it on your own accord. Just tell me honestly; you enjoyed it, didn't you? You enjoyed what we did?" Tim asked. Clara hesitated. Seeing Tim so vulnerable like this began to tug at her heartstrings. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. With tears in her eyes, she smiled and stroked his face. "I did. I enjoyed your cock in me," she admitted. Tim smiled and leaned back, planting a kiss on her mouth. Clara did not return it, as she began pushing her bewildered son away. "But we can't. Not anymore. I love your father. I can't betray him. I could never do that to him, least of all with you. I'm sorry, but it's over. No more," she said with determination. Tim leaned back and sighed. He did not want it to come to this, but he knew there was no other way. He grabbed the backpack and took out a series of photographs. They were all from previous sessions that Clara posed for willingly. Some featured her in very suggestive poses and revealing outfits. At the time of making these it all seemed so innocent to Clara. Now she wondered if she'd been giving out the wrong signals? Did she unintentionally put the moves on her son? That didn't excuse anything, but it made her wonder about her own feelings a bit. Next, Tim revealed his iPad. To her shock, Clara was given a full tour of the footage that Tim shot the previous night. Now she saw her own violation from a completely different angle. Close-ups of her face, as Tim's shaft was deep down her mouth. Herself bent over as he fucked her from behind. You could tell in some of them that she was enjoying it. It was then that Tim's plan began to dawn on her. "If you refuse me or anything I ask from you again, I'll have to show these to dad. Now, I don't want to show him these, but if you leave me no choice..." Tim said. "You can't!" Clara gasped. "He'd see you forced yourself on me!" "I can tell him you're the one who gave into temptation. Those other photos are from before last night. I'll tell him you came onto me. Unless you do exactly as I say." Clara was dumbstruck. There were no words. Tim trapped her in an impossible situation. And he knew it. Without saying anything, both mother and son made a contract. She was now his to do as he pleased. "Now," Tim began, pleased with himself. "I think we should celebrate this new phase in our relationship." Tim began taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. Clara sat there, doing her best to hold in her tears. When Tim was finished undressing, he stood before her so close, his thick, erect cock nearly touched her face. He smiled down at her and extended his hand. "Now," he said. "Can I take your coat?" Reluctantly, Clara stood up and undid the belt on her coat. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory to her son. A flash of the camera immortalized that image forever. Now, the fun could begin. # His hands gently squeezed her soft, large tits. He stroked his thumb over her nipples. Tim was ecstatic to feel them again, but now he could take his time as he fondled them. Clara didn't resist. She just leaned back on her chair as her son rubbed her breasts. There was lust on his breath. His excitement shone through with his cock becoming more enlarged by the minute. Clara felt her own desire to be fucked flowing through her. She couldn't deny Tim's body was gorgeous. His beautiful dick hovered closer to her face. Tim began stroking his fingers through her hair. "Suck me, mom," Tim whispered. Knowing she didn't have a choice, Clara opened her mouth. Tim immediately, but gently, pushed her head onto his throbbing cock. He let out a gasp as he felt her tongue glide over his head. Her lips caressed his shaft as she sucked her son's dick, taking it further into her mouth. "Oh, God! Mom, you suck so good!" Tim moaned. "Hhmmnnn," Clara mumbled, as Tim thrusted his cock deeper down her throat. She looked up, seeing her son's ecstatic face while he rocked his dick inside her. A part of her was happy to see her boy enjoying himself. A more hidden part of her even enjoyed to have her mouth fucked with such passion. That someone even of her age could bring such joy to a man. Her pussy was getting wetter. She could feel it. There was no use resisting now. She began to suck even harder, taking all of Tim's cock in her mouth until she felt his balls touch her face. With her hands she began to caress his testicles. The ball-massage made Tim move even quicker. It didn't take long for his dick to spasm. "Holy shit! I'm cumming! I'm-!" Tim gasped. "MMMHHH!" she mumbled. Without warning, Tim pulled himself out from his mother's mouth and aimed his cock right at her face. With a loud moan he shot his entire load right onto Clara's face. She gasped as she felt the hot, sticky cum drip all over her face. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her son kneeling down before her, smiling widely. "Thank you," he whispered, before kissing her lips. Without a moment's warning, Tim took his mother into his arms and lifted her out of the chair. Clara was surprised by how manly this made him look. He gently placed her down on the table and spread her legs. To her amazement, Tim pressed his face down into her crotch, burying his nose into her thick bush while slobbering his tongue over her clit. He greedily lapped up all the juices flowing out of her wet pussy. Clara couldn't remember the last time someone ate her cunt that well. Her body began to shiver as she moaned and rocked her hips along with her son's tongue. When did she even put her hands on his head? It felt so good, she never wanted him to stop. "Are you gonna cum, mom?" Tim asked, slightly muffled by her pussy lips pressed against his own. "Yes," Clara gasped. "You're gonna make me cum!" Suddenly, Tim stopped licking his mother's pussy. He stood up, resting his hands on her knees. Clara looked at him with confusion, while still panting heavily. A little more and he would've made her cum. What gives? "Do you want me too keep licking?" Tim asked. "Or do you want my cock?" Temptation Pt. 02 Clara only needed a few seconds to think it over. She looked down at her son's rock hard cock. She remembered how he thrust it into her pussy before. That forceful sensation. She needed to feel that again. "Your cock," she said, amazed at her own answer. "I want your cock in my wet pussy! Fuck me, Tim!" Not hesitating for a second, Tim grabbed his mother's boots and rested them onto his shoulders. Her legs now in the air left her pussy lined up with his hard dick. Without saying a word, he slid himself into his mother's wet cunt with ease. The head of his cock met with her cervix. It was a pleasure he hoped to feel again so very badly. Only now, she wanted him. She wanted her son to fuck her. And so, he did. Like a savage, Tim thrusted his cock deep into her pussy. He grunted with each thrust, with his mother's moans only to entice him even more. Clara's body shivered with excitement. She loved every moment of it. She was getting close to cumming. So close, she began biting her lip as to not jump the gun. But he felt so good inside her cunt. It was an amazing relief when she felt him twitching inside her again. He was going to cum inside her, again. "Oh, yes, please cum in me," Clara gasped. "I will," Tim grunted. "I'm cumming!" With a final thrust, Tim began to spray his cum inside her. "Oh god! Give it to me," Clara yelped. "Cum in me!" Together, trapped in intense incestuous delight, mother and son came, gasping for air. Tim removed himself from his mother's pussy, still twitching and leaking cum as he did. The sight was truly one to behold. His mother was now undeniably his. # Tim finished pulling up his pants before grabbing his camera again, taking more snapshots of Clara. She laid there on the table, panting while covered and filled with her boy's cum. Some of it leaked out of her pussy, onto the table. The bright flashes of the camera began to snap her back to reality. That feeling of guilt and shame returned. The thought of what her husband would do if he found out. The stigma of having consented to incest, let alone cheating on him and letting their son cum inside her. She sat up and looked Tim in the eye. "Are we done?" she asked sternly. Tim snapped a few close ups of her cum coated face for his collection, before putting the camera away. "For now," Tim said. Clara shivered, as her skin became covered in goosebumps from the cold. As she sat up, more of Tim's cum leaked out of her and ran down her leg. "What about my clothes?" she asked. "You'll get them back," he replied. "In fact, you'll earn them back. Every time we have a session like this, you'll get some clothing back." "You mean...?" Clara muttered. "Whenever we fuck, and you do a good job, you'll get a reward," Tim said with a smile. He leaned down and reached into his backpack. He puled out a little plastic bag, which he handed to his mother. "These are for you," he said. "Please wear this when I get back home, later tonight." He leaned over and picked up Clara's coat. With a gentle touch he wrapped it over her shoulders, covering her. With wonky legs, Clara began walking towards the door. She wanted to go home. To clean herself off from her son's violation of her. "Hey mom?" Tim called out to her. Clara turned around, seeing her son leaning on the table, pointing his phone at her. With a push of his thumb, he began filming his naked mother. "Tell the camera what just happened," Tim said. Clara sighed, but relented. "My son fucked me." "Speak up," Tim said. "And be more specific. What happened?" "My son fucked me and came inside my pussy," "How was it for you?" he asked. Clara hesitated. But the slightest of smiled grew in the corner of her mouth, so she knew she couldn't lie. "It was amazing," she said with a chuckle. With that, Clara walked out the door. Tim waited to hear her car driving off before he sent the video he took to his friends. The reactions to the little teaser were once again beyond what he'd expected. The message group flooded with responses. What a steaming hot slut! wrote Steven. I'd love to tap that ass, Donny added. Please tell me we'll see more of that babe soon, Paul pleaded. Tim couldn't help but smirk. They way his friends envied him and lusted after Clara turned him on even more. If you guys like that, Tim began typing, log onto the server later tonight. I'll have another live show. Sweet! wrote Mitch. Did you give her the clothes we picked out? asked Steven. Sure did, Tim replied. Awesome! Said Paul. Are you gonna have her suck you off again? Asked Donny Maybe, Tim typed back. Unless you have any suggestions? With that question, the floodgates opened for a whole slew of suggestions. But the one that interested Tim was one from Paul. He became giddy just thinking about it. # The hot water ran down her skin. Clara still shivered as if she was still out in the cold, despite having been standing in the running shower for nearly half an hour. She rushed into the bathroom the minute she came home, desperately trying to wash all of Tim's cum out of her pussy. She was sore down there. Why did he have to be so rough? Why was any of this happening to her at all? Clara cried. She couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees as the water his her face. Loud sobs echoed through the bathroom. She was ashamed. Ashamed to be manipulated like this, giving in to her own son. To have betrayed her husband Anthony like this. But most of all, she was ashamed that, despite all the humiliation Tim put her through, despite the times he ravaged her body for his own carnal pleasures, she enjoyed it. Clara enjoyed being fucked so wildly. She enjoyed the dark taboo of fucking her son. The degradation, the lust, the sudden attention so often denied from her, her son's cum pumped into her cunt; she loved it all. What kind of a mother was she? What kind of a person? Her soul was being split apart by her desires and what she deemed ethical. Clara finished her shower, yet she didn't feel clean. A strange feeling of being dirty clung to her, like a stain that can't be washed away. She dried herself off, fighting the urge to jump back into the shower. Just get dressed, she told herself. Tim will be home soon. If I do as he told me to, he won't share any of the photos with Anthony. This is about keeping your marriage together. Just get dressed. She grabbed the bag Tim gave her earlier. It was only now she noticed how surprisingly light it was. She peeked inside. When she saw its contents, tears dwelled in her eyes. She fell for it. Again. Inside the bag was nothing but a pair of stockings and a corset of some kind. That's it. But she pushed on, taking the stockings out and putting them on. The corset, however, was not like she expected. It was small, and had nothing to cover her double D sized breasts. She looked at herself wearing the corset in the mirror. Combined with the stockings, her tits hanging out and nothing to cover her pussy aside from a bush of hair, Clara thought she looked like a whore. A high-class, one of a kind whore, mind you, but a whore nonetheless. That shame returned. The shame of enjoying being dolled up to be someone's fuck toy. She hated how much she loved it. That tingling sensation returned. She could feel her pussy getting wetter already. Her new look turned her on. Tim couldn't get here soon enough. What was she thinking? This was wrong. This needed to stop. But she could never give this up. Consequences be damned. Right? A car parked in their driveway. Clara heard the door open. She shivered in anticipation. "Mom? I'm home," said Tim's voice down the stairs. Clara sighed. She left her room, feeling her breasts jiggle slightly as they were unsupported by her corset. Try not to show how excited you are, she told herself. Stay as cool as a cucumber. She stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at her son and the lens his camera. A flash once again signaled that her appearance was captured on record, this time in her new outfit. "You look beautiful, mom," Tim said. Clara scoffed. Those were the words from an aroused teenager. It didn't mean anything. But she was beautiful. In her own, vulnerable way, Clara was stunning. Even is she couldn't see it past the ridiculous corset and the stockings. Tim suddenly jolted upstairs. His backpack was still hanging from his shoulder. He took a moment to really look at his mother, standing in the hallway. Dressed like that, she looked like some high-class prostitute. He loved it. And like all good prostitutes, he presented her with money. He pushed a quarter into her hand. Clara looked at the coin with confusion. "What's this?" she asked. "For later," Tim said. "Come to my room." While he worded it like a suggestion, the way he grabbed his mother's wrist and pulled her along made it clear to her it was anything but. She followed him, hoping for the best. "Could you sit on the bed?" Tim asked. Like she was asked, Clara sat down on Tim's bed, resting on her knees. In the meantime, Tim began setting up his laptop again like it used to be in the basement. He pulled out a number of cameras. This went on for a while, where Tim would leave to get more lighting equipment and other tools. This was more than familiar to Clara. He was setting up for another photo shoot. She felt her pussy getting wetter by the minute. Stop getting aroused by this, she told herself. But that boat had long sailed. "Okay," said Tim, shutting door after finishing his preparations. "We're ready now." # Tim began taking his clothes off. Clara tried not to give away how excited she was to see his toned body once again. It was hard to believe it had only been earlier that day they had sex in the abandoned saw mill. For a brief moment, Tim checked the screen. The server was up and running. All his friends and some other people were logged in, ready for the show. And so it began. He turned back to his mom, waiting patiently for him. "Flip the coin," he told her. Clara did as told, and caught it gracefully in her hand. She placed it on the back of her other hand, and revealed it landed on the tails side. "Tails!" Tim said with a cheer. "Show it to the camera, mom." She did. Clara noticed some reactions on the screen, but decided against reading them. Tim did, reveling in the encouragement from his friends, and with that he got onto the bed behind his mother. He rubbed her neck gently and placed a sweet kiss on her face. Clara smiled. She enjoyed this sensitive side of her son. With a soft touch, he slowly nudged her over himself. She placed her feet on his knees, allowing his hard cock to line up with her wet pussy. Tim grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly apart. Clara giggled as the head of his dick grazed against her clit and prodded slightly against her asshole. "Mom?" "Yes, babe?" Clara said, surprised at herself for calling her son that. "This might hurt a bit." "What will-?" she began. It was then that Clara felt it. Her son's cock, pushing into her ass. She yelped and tried to squirm off Tim's body, but it was too late. Pushing her down onto himself and penetrating her deeper with his dick. "Noooo!!" Clara squealed. "Pull it out!" "Aw, you're so fucking tight," Tim moaned. "Please Tim, take it out!" "Take what out? Say it loudly," Tim muttered. "Please take you cock out of my goddamn ass!" Carla snapped. Tim leaned closer to his mother's ear. A single tear dribbled down her face. He put his mouth near her and whispered; "No." And with that, Tim began fucking his mother's ass. Pulling in and out while she moaned and pleaded him to stop. It was unbelievably painful. Even Anthony had never taken her like this. But with that pain came also a great pleasure. They were animals. Fucking without any regard. It hurt Clara so much, but the joy she got from it outweighed the pain. Yet she tried anything to get Tim to stop sodomizing her. "Stop! Please stop Tim!" "I can't! It's too fucking good," he grunted. He flipped her over, dropping Clara onto her stomach. He raised her ass and continued to plunge his cock into her rear. "Don't do this. Please...I'm your-," "But you like it. I know you do. Tell me you like it." Clara sobbed. She couldn't reveal the truth. Not like this. Not again. But as he prodded her deeper and deeper, she could hold back no longer. "Yes. Yes, I love being fucked by you. I love having your cock up my ass." "Then why are you crying?" he grunted. "Because you blackmailed me," she muttered. "And because you're my son. My own son is fucking me with his cock my ass." "Say that again," Tim said. "But for the camera." With his hand he grabbed his mother's hair, causing her to tilt her head back and facing the camera. "Say it again," he said. "My own son is fucking me with his cock my ass," Clara whimpered. "I love you, mom." Clara said nothing. She bit through the pain, and took it as best as she could. For nearly twenty minutes Tim sodomized his mother like that. He'd change positions from time to time, so the camera could get better shots. He once even held her up in his arms, pushing her up and down onto his cock. Despite her protests, Clara began to enjoy it more and more as time went on. Oh, if her husband saw them like this, she would die. And she would die if she knew she could never be fucked like this again. Her mind was being pulled apart in a tug-of-war between what was right and what felt good. Finally, as she sat on her hands and feet while her son fucked her ass, she could feel him twitching. He was getting close. "Oh, I'm gonna cum," Tim muttered. "I'm gonna cum in your ass." "No. No, please, not that!" Clara yelped. But it was too late. With a loud gasp and a final strong thrust, Tim started cumming into his mother's bowels. It was like no orgasm he ever had before. He nearly screamed in delight. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. "Goddamn! That felt amazing." Though she wouldn't admit it, it felt amazing for her too. She came just as he had, but silently and privately. Globs of Tim's cum leaked out of her ass. It would be days before she could sit down comfortably again. While Tim laid down, Clara tried to stand up and maybe get into her room quickly. But at the last second, Tim grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" "To bed. I'm tired and I'm hurting," Clara whimpered. "Why don't you sleep here? At least until dad comes back." "We can't Tim. Just let me-," He pulled her back to him. She gracefully fell into his arms and onto the bed. Tim planted is lips on hers. The kiss didn't surprise her. In fact, she enjoyed it and happily returned the love. This is what she wanted. A soft kiss and a warm embrace. Within seconds she practically forgot how rough he'd been earlier. She was surprised that she now had her hand wrapped around his cock, which was growing hard again. "I love you, mom," Tim said. "And I love you," said Clara. And not a second after saying that, Clara took her son's dick and wrapped her lips around it, before taking the entire shaft into her mouth. # Steven panted as the sweat rolled down his brow. He was shirtless and his fly was open. On his crotch he held a towel, soaking up all the cum that squirted from his cock. He just climaxed after furiously stroking himself to the sight of Tim sodomizing his mother on the stream. What a fucking MILF. She looked amazing, with the corset and the stockings accentuating her gorgeous legs and the way her tits bounced as she was fucked. Steven could cum a million times to the sight of Clara taking a cock up her ass like that. He couldn't wait for the chance to fuck her like that. Tim did say "All in due time". He hoped it was sooner rather than later. "Steven?" he mother Danielle asked, knocking on his door. Muttering some curses as he zipped his pants up and pulled on a shirt, he hurried to the door and opened it. "Yeah, mom?" he asked. "There's a call for you, downstairs. A girl. Cynthia? She says your cell wasn't on." "Oh, sweet. Thanks, mom," Steven said, as he hurried past her. Danielle stood in her son's doorway. She was about to head back downstairs when she noticed something from the corner of her eye. Something on her son's computer screen, before it turned to the screensaver. While she normally never would go in without asking, she wandered to the computer. She wiggled the mouse for a bit to bring back the image on screen. What she saw shocked her. An image of a woman, being fucked in the ass by a man half her age. There was a whole video. Danielle accidentally grazed the space bar, causing the video to resume playing. Sound came from Steven's headset. She held it close to her ear to hear a voice she recognized, pleading for the young man to pull his cock from her ass. He didn't, and Danielle saw thick globs of cum dripping down his shaft from within her ass. She was shocked how much it turned her on to watch this. Danielle squeezed her right breast lightly while her left hand began to wander down to her crotch. Was there more of this? She memorized the website and other info she'd need to look it up on her own computer. Another shock came when she finally got a good look at both their faces. There was a reason she recognized their voices. It was Tim. Her son's friend Tim and his mother, Clara. Tim was fucking Clara, for all the world to see. What was going on over there? And what could she do to learn more? To be continued Temptation Pt. 02: Desire The sex was amazing, feeling his thick throbbing cock pound into my tight little pussy was out of this world, but then again...so was he. My name is Allison and I was raised to be the smart church girl who always said no, or at least until marriage. My Daddy had preached for years and he was always preaching to me about how one day I'd be given a test to get into heaven, the devil would try and tempt me. The test was fairly simple to Daddy, pass the test by avoiding temptation; seemed easy enough, but that was long before Nathan had showed me what it feels like to live on the wild side. I guess you could say I failed the test. I woke up alone in my bed, with a pounding headache and blurry vision. The light was shining in through the window and was practically killing me with its brightness, and that's when I remembered the dream. The dream where I was taken, and dominated. The dream about the vampire. I remembered the way his hands had felt when they slide up and down my body; the way his eyes lusted over me when he saw my red panties; and I felt the pain that coursed through my body as he bit my neck. It was a very steamy dream, just thinking about it had my nipples hard and my pussy wet. I slowly let my fingers play across my skin, gently teasing myself while dragging my fingernails down. I flicked the hard buds against my chest and was surprised at the whimper that escaped my lips. I thought that maybe a nice relaxing orgasm would reduce my headache, so I slowly snaked my fingers down between my legs. I let my fingers graze the soft skin of my pussy lips as I barely pushed through separating them a little, just like he did; sliding my finger up and down in a slow circular motion. I was attempting to recreate that excitement from my dream, make my finger feel like his had in my dream. I was getting close, but not exactly. I started softly circling my swelling clit, and the mews that were coming from me, just expressed how much I was enjoying myself. The arch in my back grew as I applied more and more pressure to the sensitive little bud, and after messing with it till I could take it no more; I slide a finger into my soaking pussy. The juices just dripping down my finger as it went deeper, curling up to find my secret special spot. My Mews quickly transformed into moans as I found the spot I loved to rub. Sliding my finger in and out of my sopping pussy to tease and play with my g-spot; I was getting seriously close when the unbelievable happened. I heard the chuckle before I could see him, but only by a few seconds. As my finger swirled and twisted in my wet little pussy, the exact man that I had dreamed about, and just been fantasizing about had appeared. My fingers stopped moving and I looked up at him incredibly embarrassed, that's when he spoke. "Allison...You were supposed to wait until I returned to start playing again. Tsk tsk...but now that you've started I insist that you continue." He gave me a wicked grin as he pulled the covers from my body exposing me to him; I shrieked. He inhaled deeply and gave me a deep smile, "Oh Allison...I can just smell your arousal. I know you want to play, why not cum? For me?" His smile grew as my cheeks heated up more, I knew he was right. After all the teasing...I was desperate to cum. I looked at him and thought deeply. Would it be worth it to fulfill my need if he was watching? It then occurred to me that if he was here, last night obviously happened, and if last night happened...what was I still doing just laying here? My fingers quickly started pounding in and out of my pussy and my moans instantly picked back up. My eyes closed as I finger fucked myself closer to orgasm, when he reached down and gently started plucking and pulling my nipples. "Eyes on me Allison. I want to see you cum." And the second he said that, I was lost. My body exploded with orgasm as my body squirmed and thrashed about, yelling out my excitement "OH NATHAN OOOH YES!! IM CUMMING FOR YOOOOUUU!" Feeling my pussy contract around my finger then slowly decrease. My body dropped back as the feeling finally passed. Through my labored breathing I felt a small kiss on my forehead "Good girl Allison." Then he climbed into bed with me and again like our last session he bit my neck where I fell peacefully back asleep.