17 comments/ 60072 views/ 62 favorites The Willing Seduction By: ttcrusader If you like quick stories this may not be for you. This is about an incestuous relationship between a mother and her son. For those that are overly sensitive to geographically specific language this is written using British English. If you have difficulties with this I recommend you skip the story. So having tried to warn those sensitive types about the nature of this little tail, for those still wishing to read I hope you enjoy the story and any constructive feedback is always read and considered and if very relevant will be replied to. Your vote is also appreciated. This story is about characters over the age of 18 and is completely fictional with no relationship to any real person, living or dead. Should one be perceived it is not intended and totally coincidental. TTC * My name is Paul and I'm 20 years old. I'm on an engineering apprenticeship with a large aerospace company. I still live at home with my mother. Mum and Dad got divorced as soon as I reached 16, after my GCSE results. It seems that they only stayed together to give me some stability. But eventually that stability was no longer required and Dad left. So with no siblings it left Mum, Diane, and me living together in the family home. Work was close enough to be able to remain living at home and so for the last four years I've attended school and worked my apprenticeship and lived with my mother. * I was completely lost in the film. It was Girl on a Motorcycle starring Marianne Faithful. It was the section of the film where she is riding and the film implied she was being stimulated by the vibrations of the bike. I was living the film and when the scene eventually changed I suddenly realised my breathing was ragged and I became very conscious that my mother was sat at the end of the room and out of the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me. "Are you hard?" Mum suddenly asked. I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, but I still became embarrassed and replied, "What?" without looking at her. She repeated, "I asked if you are hard. You know, are you erect?" As I had a total hard-on I couldn't really lie to her so very quietly I said, "Yes." "Paul, can I ask a favour? "I suppose so." I replied. "Will you show me your erection?" "What!" I exclaimed in response. Mum flushed a little and said, "Well you're horny and I haven't seen a hard cock in years. To be honest with you, seeing you wrapped up in that film and guessing that you have an erection, I wondered if you could help me out. To be honest with you, I'm horny as well." "But you're my mother. We shouldn't do that." Mum's head dropped and she paused before responding, "No Paul, we shouldn't do it, but who's going to know? If neither of us tell anyone then what happens in our home between two consenting adults is our business." "I know, but what happens after?" I asked. "Well I guess we take it one day at a time. We could never do it again or we could do it again, or even perhaps take it further. Sitting here knowing that my son is sat next to me with a hard cock is making my pussy moist." "Crikey Mum, what has got into you?" Looking at me with a somewhat resigned expression on her face she replied, "I guess I'm horny." We sat for a few moments in silence and I looked at Mum. She was sat half facing me with a short skirt on, revealing her tanned legs, down to her feet that were in navy 3 inch heeled shoes. Her blouse, tucked into her skirt, was partially transparent and allowed her bra to be viewed against her tanned torso. Mum's wavy blonde hair was fluffed up a little and she still had a bit of make-up on. She was only 5 feet tall in stockings and knew how to make the best of her body, knowing exactly how to extract second glances from males around her. I was amazed at Mum's admission because, despite being only 39 years old she was still very attractive and had been present in many of my night time fantasies involving a sticky end, but there is a big difference playing out a fantasy in my mind and the reality of displaying my erect cock to my mother. All of a sudden a wicked thought occurred to me and that was what would Mum give me if I let her see my cock? Before I said anything I realised that this wasn't right and despite retaining the fantasy of sex with my mother I decided I would do what was right, and replied, "Mum It's not right. I know there are things that you want but I'm not sure I can give them to you." Mum's head dropped and she seemed to think about my reply before eventually saying, "Okay Darling. I think you're probably right. I'm sorry for embarrassing you." I looked at her seeing her head bowed and said "Mum?" She looked up at me and waited. "It's okay, I wasn't embarrassed." I paused and thought I needed to stop her from feeling guilty about asking me and added, "I'm sorry you've had to put your own life on hold for me and I sort of understand you still have needs, but I'm not sure it's right for me to satisfy those needs." Mum got up and came to me and leaned down and bringing her right hand to my left cheek she put her lips to my right cheek and squeezing slightly she gave me a long lingering kiss. As she pulled away she said, "Thank you Darling. You're probably right." * After that evening things went back to normal. Work and schooling for me and work for Mum. We would spend some evenings together and some with friends and colleagues but we both remained satisfying ourselves. A couple of weeks later I had come home from a Friday evening out. The house was in darkness, so I assumed Mum was out. I was tired and went straight up to bed, but at the top of the stairs I noticed a dim light under Mum's bedroom door and was about to knock on the door when I heard, "Oh fuck!" come from inside. I stopped and decided to listen for a while. It was mostly quiet, but now and again there was a moan or a groan, with the occasional "Oooh!" All of a sudden I heard, "Yes Paul, fuck me!" I wasn't sure if there was someone with Mum, or whether she's just fantasising about a Paul, or even worse; me. I didn't want to be found listening at her door so despite not really wanting to leave I went into my room. I closed the door behind me and just stood leaning against it. All of a sudden another thought crossed my mind; there was someone with her. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks, and a completely unexpected feeling of jealousy came over me. The idea that Mum could be with another man had me seething. I was torn between waiting and running into her room. It took me a good five minutes to calm myself down and eventually talk myself out of doing anything too hasty. Eventually getting into bed I stayed awake for what seemed like hours trying to work out why I felt so jealous. With these thoughts milling around my head, I eventually fell asleep. * I didn't sleep well, tossing most of the night and eventually, although it was a Saturday morning, I got up at around 7:30am and went and got myself a coffee; sitting in the kitchen slowly drinking it. About half an hour later I heard a door open upstairs and the adrenaline began to flow. I felt myself getting tense. There were soft footsteps descending the stairs and then suddenly Mum stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, and surprised asked, "Hi Paul. Are you alright? You're up early." Finding it difficult to talk, I eventually managed, "I couldn't sleep." "Do you feel ill?" "No, I don't think so." She turned to the kettle and filled it at the sink and asked, "Would you like another tea or coffee?" I decided that I might as well stay awake now so said, "I'll have another coffee please." While the kettle boiled Mum emptied the dishwasher and then made coffee for both of us and sat down at the table passing one of the coffees to me. It suddenly dawned on me that she had only made coffee for her and me. The jealousy was still there though and I needed to know. "Mum?" "Yes Dear." she said looking up at me. "I must have had a weird dream last night, like I could hear people talking in the house." Looking a little concerned she said, "You must have imagined it, there was only you and me here last night." I watched as she spoke and there was no hint of her being uncomfortable or embarrassed. There was a feeling of relief as it seemed that there wasn't anyone with her. Then it became apparent that Mum's cry of 'Paul' must have been a call for me! With the memory of the intense jealousy I experienced last night it was now replaced by a fundamental sense of relief, followed by a sense of yearning to keep Mum for myself. I didn't want anyone else to encroach on us and our lives, but I was still finding it a little difficult to accept the idea of displaying myself to her, despite her wanting me to. For some reason I wanted to try to understand what Mum wanted and why, and why it was so difficult for me to accept, considering it was the taboo fantasy of most sons to want their mothers. Somehow I was finding it difficult to move the fantasy towards reality. "Paul?" Mum asked. I was lost in thought and didn't reply. "Paul? Are you alright?" she asked a little more concerned. "Sorry." I eventually replied. "I must have been deep in thought." I added. "What were you thinking about?" I hesitated, and then decided Mum needed something from me and I needed to find a way to try to help her. So I decided to be completely honest with her in the hope our very unusual issues could be resolved. As a result I replied, "I'm going to be honest with you Mum, so please let me say this before I change my mind." "Okay." She responded with a nod and a little concern on her face. I began, "The other week you asked to see my... ahem... penis and I didn't want to. Well I keep thinking back to that and realise that you need something desperately enough to ask, but I've found it difficult to get over the incest thing. "The reason I was up early was because I didn't sleep last night, but the reason I couldn't sleep was not quite the one I've given you. When I came in I got to my bedroom door and then heard you moan. I stopped and listened for a moment and then heard you call my name and asked to be... ahem... fucked. It was at that point I went to my room and suddenly felt really jealous that someone else might be with you, so that's why I couldn't sleep. "Beyond that I have fantasies about having sex with you, I guess the typical fantasies a son has for his mother, but I still can't get my head round doing it for real. But I want to help you and wish I didn't have those doubts and fears but can't ignore the feelings of jealousy I have at the thought of you being with someone else. "So, being totally honest; I can think of nothing more erotic than to help you, but just don't know how. Does that make any sense?" Sitting back in her chair Mum's eyes never left mine, and she simply said, "Wow!" I felt my face flush, as it was possible I had embarrassed myself with my admission, but needed to know, "Mum, does that make sense?" Sitting forward she replied, "Well firstly, it does make sense. Secondly that must have taken a lot of courage to admit that to me. Darling you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Honesty is something I will always need from you, despite what the consequences may be so please don't feel embarrassed." "Thanks Mum." I responded as she paused. Continuing she said, "It's only fair that I must be as honest with you as you have been with me, so what I asked of you was a result of my own physical needs. I still have those needs and I don't want anyone else in my life at the moment so unless I go out and have one night stands, you are the only other option I have. "I suspect you have doubts because you may not feel you're up to the task of helping me, even though you still have the fantasies. If that is the case don't be concerned about that. It isn't about performance it's about intimacy. I feel that it will be easier for me to be intimate with you, someone I already love, than having a night of sex with a stranger. "It sounds from what you've said there is a part of you that wants to help me, but another that feels the weight of society's disapproval of incest. The answer for me is that society doesn't need to know what we may or may not do in the privacy of our own home. So if it ends up that you show me your penis, and perhaps I rub my pussy at seeing it, for example, who will know?" She stopped and waited with a loving smile on her face for me to respond. "Nobody, I guess." I answered. "And what if it is the start of something bigger and it ends up with your fantasies about me being fulfilled?" I looked at Mum and suddenly understood what she was getting at, and replied, "If we didn't tell anyone nobody would know." Smiling broadly she said, "Exactly." With that she reached across and touched my hand with hers across the table. I grasped her hand and smiled, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders, but I was still a little unsure how things might get started. So I said, "I know you're right and I can't think of anything I'd like to do more than help you but I don't have the foggiest idea how to go about it." Still smiling and pausing a moment she replied, "If you really do want to help me, I think I can organise things so that they develop naturally rather than feeling a bit sordid and dirty, if that's what you'd prefer? "I think that would make it easier, and I wouldn't feel like a bit of a pervert." "Paul, it's plainly obvious that the last thing you are is a pervert. Otherwise you wouldn't have said what you've said to me this morning." I smiled, still a little self-consciously and said, "Thanks Mum." "Let's not dwell on this now, but leave it with me and I'm sure I can think of things to make this easy on both of us." Pausing, and still smiling a mother's loving smile she added, "And Paul, thank you for being so honest and mature. I love you Darling." "I love you too Mum." Squeezing my hand she picked up her coffee and took a drink. I did the same and drank the rest of my coffee and got up. "Would you like another coffee?" I asked. "No thanks Dear. I know what we can do as we're both up and no likelihood of either of us going back to bed, why don't you come shopping with me and get it done and out of the way?" "Okay, I'll get showered and dressed." I replied and headed out the door. About 40 minutes later we were both dressed and back in the kitchen and we headed to the supermarket. The rest of the trip involved our normal day to day conversations as we continued a normal, albeit early, weekly occurrence. As was the norm Mum got all the food and I went and looked at some console games, music and films. We met back up and then with a full trolley we both headed for the checkout. All the groceries had gone through and Mum lifted a lingerie set from the small basket by the handle. It consisted of bra panties and suspender belt, there was also a pair of sheer black stockings. I thought this a little unusual, but didn't really think much more of it. The journey home was normal and eventually we had locked the car with all the shopping now on the kitchen table. A few minutes later all the shopping was put away and the only items left on the table were the stockings and lingerie. "Do you think those will suit me Paul?" Mum asked directing my eyes to the clothing with her own glance. I felt the heat of embarrassment around my face and neck, but decided I needed to make a reasonable assessment. Looking at the items, the bra cups were sheer and almost see-through, with the same for the panties, except the gusset. I then looked at Mum who was stood where I could see her from head to toe and with a little mental imagery I formed the picture of Mum wearing the lingerie and stockings in my head. The mental picture was one of a mature but still youthful featured woman with a petite but fit body, a beautiful face framed by blonde wavy hair. Her body clad in a black bra, with nipples visible, and panties, with a well-trimmed triangle of pubic hair visible through the material, and stocking tops clasped by the suspender belt high up on her thighs and a typical pair of heeled shoes. The picture in my mind was arousing, but I was a little surprised at Mum's overt means of getting me to think about her dressed so provocatively. Feeling quite embarrassed I looked at Mum, and finally replied, "I think you'll look very ... ... ... sexy in them." Grinning broadly Mum said, "Yes, I think I will." With that she picked up the items and headed upstairs. I suddenly had a dreaded feeling that she was going to model them for me and I wasn't sure how I would handle that, but I decided to prepare myself, but it wasn't actually necessary. Normality returned over the next couple of hours and no sight of a catwalk show from Mum so I eventually forgot about it. The rest of the day went fairly normally with lunch, the normal weekend chores and dinner. Eventually we both sat down and watched some television. Part way through the evening Mum left and went upstairs. She changed out of her jeans and jumper and came back in wearing a short white denim skirt and a t-shirt. I did a sort of double-take as this was a little unusual, but decided not to make a fuss. "Would you like a drink?" Mum asked. "Can I have a lager please?" "Sure." she replied as she headed into the kitchen. "Glass or bottle?" came her call from the kitchen. "Glass please." I called back. A couple of minutes later she came back in. In her left hand was a glass of wine, in her right hand was a bottle of lager and an empty glass. She set the wine down next to her end of the sofa and came down to me. She bent down and put the glass on the small table next to the sofa. Her breasts were swinging free beneath her t-shirt, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled a bottle opener from the back pocket of her short white denim skirt and as she opened the bottle and poured the contents into the glass I was transfixed by the movement of her breasts and the points of her nipples visible through the fairly thin t-shirt material. Suddenly pennies seemed to drop in my head and I realised I was being seduced. I was fascinated at Mum's imagination, with the lingerie and now the braless t-shirt and short skirt. It suddenly occurred to me; was she wearing any panties? I guess I would find out in due course. Suddenly the bottle top seemed to flick off the table and land on the floor behind Mum. She immediately turned around and bending at the waist picked it up. I got a great view of her legs, but due to the relative tightness of the skirt I didn't see if she was wearing panties. I also laughed to myself that I might have to get used to more of this over the next days, weeks and possibly months. Going back to her seat at the other end of the sofa, Mum sat back down and then stretched her legs out towards me and settled back down watching TV. We passed the occasional comment to each other, as we would normally do and as the evening went on we agreed what we would like to watch. Eventually a film was agreed upon and after repeating her show with another bottle of lager we settled down. After about 10 minutes Mum raised her left leg which lifted her skirt from her legs. I glanced across and had a clear sight of a pair of white panties. Although no panties would have been blatantly provocative, there was something quite erotic with the sight of plain white panties. Every now and again I glanced to my right and kept taking a peek up her skirt, it was clear that Mum avoided any eye contact when I did. Once or twice there was a hint of a smile but she didn't mention her attire or my glances throughout the evening. The Willing Seduction At the end of the film, Mum got up and came to me. She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. As she stood back up, she turned to me and said, "Paul would you give me a hug please?" This caught me a little by surprise and then I realised I was semi hard, so I hesitated. Guessing the likelihood of my physical state Mum leaned back down and whispered, "If you're a little hard, I won't mind and I won't be embarrassed, as my nipples are hard as well." "Oh, okay." was all I could say. Swallowing I got up and I took Mum into my embrace. "Mmmm. That feels nice. Thank you Darling." She pushed her pelvis into mine, which allowed her to feel my semi being squashed between us. I also noticed the points of her nipples pushing into my lower chest as she moved around a little. Finally, she raised herself on tiptoe and with a very brief kiss on the lips, she released me and said, "Good night Darling." as she turned and headed out the door. By the time she'd left my semi had turned into a full on erection. Time for bed for me as well. Lying in bed it dawned on me that Mum was trying to make me comfortable around her, in what would otherwise be embarrassing situations, with her seduction. There was still an element of fear at the incest side of things, but there was also a thrill at what Mum might do to try to entice me to give her what she wants. * Sunday morning arrived and I lay in bed deciding what to do. I should go out for a run as I hadn't since the middle of the previous week. My mind made up I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I had a pee and decided to have a shower after my run, but I needed to clean my teeth. So toothpaste on my brush I activated it and started brushing my teeth. Almost immediately the bathroom door opened and looking around, Mum entered and said, "Don't mind me." With that she went straight to the toilet dropped her pyjama bottoms, sat on the toilet and peed. I couldn't really hear anything over the drone of my toothbrush vibrating in my mouth, but my head was swimming at being given such an intimate view of Mum. I continued to watch as she finished, wiped herself, replaced her pyjama bottoms and flushed the toilet. My toothbrush stopped and I spat the remainder of the toothpaste into the sink. "Are you going for a run?" Mum asked. "Yeah, I thought I would." I replied. "Do you mind if I come with you? I haven't been for a run in ages and I need to stay fit and trim." "Okay, I'll meet you in the kitchen. I was going to run around the boating lake in the park, is that okay? Smiling she replied, "That sounds good. Give me a couple of minutes." She disappeared out of the door. Ten minutes later she came back into the kitchen in Lycra shorts and a tight fitting top. I looked at her and then at my watch. To indicate she'd kept me waiting. She laughed, opened the door and said, "What are you waiting for?" I laughed and followed her locking the door behind us. The run was pleasant, but a little sedate with Mum along, but as we progressed we would exchange the lead as well as run alongside each other. From behind, watching Mum's rear bouncing as she ran was a pleasant sight, but not as pleasant as looking across with her beside me and watching her boobs bounce as she ran. We continued for about 45 minutes before Mum decided she'd had enough. It took nearly 15 minutes to get back home, so we had about an hour running. I felt good having cleared my lungs and exercised my muscles. Opening the kitchen door I walked in and Mum followed me and collapsed into a chair. "Oh my." she said a little breathlessly. "I'm a bit out of shape, I need to do this more often." "You look in good enough shape to me." I replied teasing her a little. "Paul Johnson, are you trying to chat up your mother?" she answered quickly with a feigned hurt look which quickly turned into a broad smile. Surprised at my own comment and then realising it was received in the spirit it was said, I laughed and said, "Maybe." followed by a wink. We laughed together and both grabbed a drink and sat recovering and then Mum, said, "Right, I'm going for a bath." "Mum, can I have a shower first?" "Sure. You go ahead." I was stood in the shower and was just shampooing my hair. All of a sudden I heard a noise. "Mum, is that you?" "Yes Dear," she replied, "Don't mind me, I'm just sorting out running my bath." I was just about to go bananas and managed to catch myself. "Would you throw my towel over the shower door please?" "Sure." came the reply followed by the towel appearing over the door. I finished showering and turned the water off and dried myself in the shower cubicle. I didn't want to come out naked knowing that it was almost certain that I wasn't alone in the bathroom. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the shower door. Mum was there still in her running kit, which was sporting some rather interestingly placed sweat patches. "All done." I said as I left, closing the door behind me. I went into my bedroom and got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. I stayed there checking my email and surfing the net for news. After about half an hour there was a call from the bathroom. "Paul?" I went to my bedroom door and replied, "Yeah." "Would you come and give me a hand please." I went into the bathroom and Mum was sat in a bath full of bubbles. She held up a cloth and asked, "Would you wash my back please Darling? I want to get rid of all the sweat from our run." I smiled to myself a little and took the wash cloth and soap. I soaped the cloth and began to wash her back. I spent a few minutes running the cloth around her back and made sure her back was well soaped and rinsed a number of times. While there Mum just sat forward and with her position and the bubbles I couldn't see her breasts, or anything else which, to my surprise disappointed me a little. I finally rinsed Mum's back off and handed the washcloth and soap back to her before getting up and heading back out the door. "Thanks Darling", Mum called as I closed the door. Sitting back at my computer it suddenly dawned on me that I never even thought about the situation being in the bathroom with my naked mother. I laughed to myself at how clever she was being at putting me at ease with her. I started to think about how things might develop with Mum and was surprised at how much I was now looking forward to Mum's little teases rather than wanting to shy away from them. I stayed surfing the net and looking at some engineering material for work and it was a good hour before there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in." I responded to the knock. Mum came in and asked, "What would you like for lunch?" I looked over to her and nearly did a double take. She was wearing some short white shorts with a yellow tight fitting top and some strappy wedges on her feet. She seemed to have on a bra that pushed her breasts up and together, enhancing and emphasising their size. I glanced up at her face to find her glaring at me, but with a little smile. She repeated, "Lunch?" A little flustered, I replied a little embarrassed, "Umm, just a sandwich will be fine thanks." "Ok. It'll be ready in 10 minutes." With that she turned and left the room but called back and said, "Thank you." "Eh?" I asked at her comment. From down the stairs I heard, "Nothing." followed by a laugh. I laughed to myself and again thought how hot Mum was looking, and at the little teases which I was now enjoying. I closed my laptop down and headed downstairs. I was met with Mum's rear pointing at me as she bent over looking in the bottom of the fridge. She came up with some tomatoes and as she turned, she jumped a little and said, "Oh! You surprised me. I didn't hear you come down. "Sorry I didn't mean to surprise you." I replied. I decided to help with lunch and asked, "Would you like a coffee?" "Yes please Darling." With that we commenced a little dance around the work surfaces with Mum making the sandwiches and me making coffee. A couple of times I felt Mum's body push across the back of mine. Even though there was plenty of room, it seemed I was being teased by her rubbing her body against me. We sat down and ate. Conversation was light and general. We decided to take a drive and go for a walk after lunch. We took a short drive to a nearby coastal town and enjoyed a walk along the seafront. I was enjoying being with Mum and was amazed at how she looked in her summer shorts and top. I found that we were both very relaxed around each other. I was taking every opportunity to look at her legs and rear. There was a firmness to them that belied her years. There were a few times when I noticed her look away from me with a smile on her face. This caused me to smile inwardly to myself. On the way back I drove and Mum sat in the passenger seat, mostly with her left leg crossed on top of her right, giving me a clear view of her inner thigh. Although I needed to concentrate on the driving I took frequent glances at her legs as we drove back home. We got home and ate dinner together. We spoke about the walk and engaged in general chit chat before eventually heading into the lounge each with a drink. We put some music on and listened together quietly. "Can I ask you something Darling?" Mum asked suddenly. Looking across at her I replied, "Sure." "Did you enjoy looking at me today, and over the last couple of days?" A little hesitantly I said, "I guess so." Smiling at me she asked, "Are you aware I was giving you glimpses of me that you wouldn't normally see?" "Yeah, it was sort of obvious." "Good." Mum hesitated for a while and it looked like she wanted to say something else so I waited for her. She continued, a little uncertainly, "I'm going to admit something to you, which is very intimate and very personal, but it will give you a bit of an insight into where I am, what I want and why I asked to see a part of you that a mother shouldn't really see. "So the last few days I've been in a constant state of arousal. My nipples have been sensitive, my pussy has been so wet that I've had to put panty liners in my panties." I gasped and felt my cock start to swell at her admission. Eventually I said, "I don't know what to say." She smiled, I guess to put me at ease and then continued, "I just need you to know the state I'm in and the effect you're having on me." "I didn't realise I was having that kind of effect on you." "Well you are, but that's as much because of what I'm doing, in terms of getting you to see me in more intimate situations, rather than anything you're doing. I sat and took in what she had said. After a couple of minutes Mum spoke, "Paul, I've enjoyed my little games, but I need to know something if they're going to continue. Is there any chance that you might overcome your difficulties with what we've been doing? I replied a little carefully, "Well, I have enjoyed the little shows you've been putting on and I'll be honest with you; I've been sort of looking forward to them." I paused, thinking about how best to answer her question. I continued, "I've started to fantasise about how far this will go and I think I'd like it to go 'all the way', if you get my drift." Suddenly Mum burst out laughing. She ended up rolling around the sofa giggling uncontrollably. I laughed along with her until she recovered herself. Eventually she stopped laughing and calmed down. "That was so funny," she said, "I can't believe you made that joke." Still smiling all I could say was, "It only really came to me as I said it." "Well it was really funny." She then got a bit of a coy expression on her face and said, "Does that mean you'll have sex with me?" Thinking about how erotic it has been over the last few days I decided to draw the games out a little and replied, "Yes, but only if you can seduce me." With a gasp she said, "What do you think I've been doing?" With a smile and a wink I added, "I guess you need to try harder then." "You little tease." she said with a smile suggesting I was being naughty. "Well, I've been taught by a master." We both laughed again and then Mum responded, "By the time I'm finished you'll be begging me to let you fuck me." "Sounds like fun, let the games begin." I shouted out. We laughed again and then settled down and eventually sat and listened to music. Every so often we would look at each other and giggle like a couple of kids for a few minutes. This continued until we both decided to go to bed. The only difference about saying goodnight was that we hugged each other and kissed, not like mother and son, but more like lovers, but it seemed that neither of us wanted to kiss fully like lovers, so although we kissed each other on the lips, tongues weren't used and although the kiss lasted longer than a quick peck it remained short enough to not appear to be too out of place between a parent and her son. * Monday morning arrived and it was back to work. I got up, showered and dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Mum was already there and I had to conceal a gasp as I saw her standing sporting a see-through baby doll nighty with tiny panties. Her breasts were clearly visible and her panties didn't obscure the small 'landing strip' patch of pubic hair beneath them. She heard me arrive and slowly looked at me and with a smile that she barely hid she said, "Good morning Darling." "Hi Mum." I replied and giving her an obvious stare I added, "Nice!" "You like?" she responded and actually gave me a twirl. All I could think of was how sexy she looked, and so did a very responsive part of my body. "I wasn't looking for a cooked breakfast, but looking that hot, I'm not sure how to avoid it!" and then laughed. Mum laughed and then headed for the door. As she left, she turned and said, "It seems to be getting a bit hot in the kitchen. Time to get ready for work." I heard her laugh as she climbed the stairs to get herself ready for work. I grabbed some cereals and a coffee and after a quick revisit to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I was heading for the front door. I stopped at the door and called, "I'm off Mum. I'll see you later." I heard a giggle and then the response came, "You already have. Bye Darling." followed by another giggle. I opened the door and headed out to my car and off to work. Throughout the day I kept thinking back to Mum in the kitchen this morning and on more than one occasion I was asked what I was smiling at. On each occasion I had to give an excuse. Monday's were long days for me with the morning at work and the afternoon was spent at college doing an applied maths and aerodynamics lesson as part of my apprenticeship. The aero class didn't finish until 5:30pm, so with small delays talking to classmates and the journey home it was nearly 6:45pm by the time I arrived. Monday nights normally had me coming in and sitting down to dinner with Mum straight away. I came in and dropped my bags in the hallway and shouted, "Mum. I'm home." She called back from the kitchen, "Hi Hun, dinners ready." I headed for the kitchen wondering what Mum might try to do this evening. I entered the kitchen and saw Mum in a summer dress that came down to just above the knee. She also had tights on, which surprised me a little. I guess the tights were because she must have worn that to work. I was a little disappointed as I was really looking forward to and enjoying the 'shows' she was putting on for me. I went over to her and kissed her on the lips and gave a quick hug. "Go and sit down. Dinner's ready." she said. I turned to sit down and her hand lingered on my back as we parted. Dinner went without incident as we ate and we each talked about our day. All the time we talked I was expecting her to do something to tease and excite me, but nothing. I went upstairs to do a bit more studying and didn't come down for another couple of hours. So it wasn't until about 9:30pm that I headed down to the lounge. Mum was sat watching TV, there was a half empty glass of wine next to her. "What are you watching?" I asked as I came in. "I don't really know Darling. I think I dozed until I woke when you came in." "Oh. Would you like a top up?" "Are you going to have something?" "I was going to have some wine as well, if there's enough." "There's plenty; there's a box in the fridge." and she emptied her glass and passed it to me. I got the wine and returned to the lounge and handed Mum her glass and taking it with her left hand, she patted the sofa to her right for me to sit next to her. I sat down and Mum still wearing her dress from dinner leaned into me and cuddled. "You okay?" I asked. Giving me a little squeeze she said, "Yes, it's nice to have a cuddle for a change. I miss physical contact at times, and it's nice to have a cuddle with my boy." I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Paul, can I tell you a secret?" she asked. "Yeah, if you like." I replied. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked. "Of course I can." "Whenever I'm around you, especially when I'm teasing you I get really horny." she said and looked up at me, I guess to see my reaction. I thought I'd play along with tonight's little game and asked, "How horny do you get?" "Well, my nipples get hard and erect and very sensitive, and my pussy gets moist, or if I'm really horny it gets really wet and it all seeps into my panties." "You know, this morning when you had the baby doll nighty on, were you horny then?" "Oh yes," she said, "it was so bad my panties were soaked after you'd left. I had to go upstairs and masturbate to a really sticky orgasm." As Mum told me her little tale I felt myself getting hard. She continued, "While I was masturbating all I could think about was having my pussy pumped by your hard cock and you ejaculating deep inside me." "Mum!" I exclaimed, even though I was aroused I secretly wanted her to continue talking to me about it. "Are you hard?" she suddenly asked. I thought it was my turn tease her a little. "Yes." I replied, with a smile. "Paul, can I see it?" she asked, almost pleading. I paused for a while and left her waiting for my response. All I wanted to do was undo my trousers and present her with my rigid member, but I was enjoying her seduction so decided to prolong it a little. Eventually I said, "I'm not sure I'm ready yet." He face dropped and she eventually said a resigned, "Okay Darling. But please tell me when you are." I decided to give her a bit of a taster and said, "Give me your hand." Looking up at me a little questioningly she gave me her hand at which I lowered it onto my lap allowing her to feel my erection. She immediately groaned and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, although still inside my trousers. Mum started to try to pump my cock and as she began I lifted her hand away from me. "Paul, please don't tease." she pleaded. "Sorry Mum, I found that quite difficult, but a few days ago I'm not sure I could have done that. So all of your teasing is helping me. If you keep it up I'm sure I can bring myself to show you." "Alright Sweetheart. I'm sorry I'm asking you to do this, but I hope you understand how much I need it." I felt a little bad at teasing her this way, but I knew I wouldn't let her wait too much longer. To be honest, I was finding I needed this as well, so it was becoming difficult for me to put off the inevitable. Then I decided to find out just how far she would go to satisfy her need, so I asked, "Mum, are you wet?" "Yes, very." "Can you show me?" Looking at me Mum suddenly smiled and said, "Okay. Hopefully it will help you feel at ease showing me your erection. But Paul, please don't think I'm a desperate whore, because if this had to stop now, it will. So remember I am your mother with some needs, but I won't satisfy those needs at the expense of my own self-respect. Do you understand?" The Willing Seduction I was a little surprised at Mum's lecture. But it did show me that if I tried to humiliate her, she would stop our little game. So I replied, "Yes, I understand." With that she got up and stood in front of me. She was still wearing her dress. "You ready?" she asked. I nodded and then watched as she reached behind he back and undid the zip on her dress and then freed her arms from it and let it drop to the floor. She was stood in bra, panties, hold up stockings and shoes. She was beautiful and sexy and I was beginning to wonder if holding off was the right thing to do. "What do you think?" she suddenly asked. I locked eyes with her and then allowed her to see me run my eyes from her head to her feet. I looked back at her face and she was smiling. "I never realised just how beautiful you are. I have to admit you're really sexy as well Mum." Her smile broadened into a broad grin and she said, "For that here's a little extra present." She pushed her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She then brought her hand out and offered it to me. I got up ignoring the obvious tent in my trousers and took her hand. It was glistening with her vaginal secretions. She was indeed very aroused. I smelled her fingers. "Go on. You can lick them." she suddenly said. I licked and sucked her fingers tasting her juices which heightened my arousal even more. Suddenly her other hand appeared in front of me also glistening. I sucked her fingers clean, savouring the taste and smell of my mother's most private place. I suddenly realised that my penis had been leaking I felt all sticky. I thought I would return Mum's favour and undid my trousers and smeared a finger with my sticky precum, and then offered my finger her. She smelled my finger, and groaned before pulling it into her mouth. She let out another long groan as she consumed my seminal fluid, followed by what appeared to be a little shiver. I made a decision and didn't want this intimacy to end and asked, "Mum if you go to bed now will you masturbate?" Looking at me a little quizzically she replied, "Yes." "Me too." We just looked at each other for a few moments before I spoke again. "If you let me watch you masturbate I'll let you watch me and you'll be able to see my penis." She smiled broadly and replied, "I think I'd like that." "Okay." Then she laughed and added, "By the way it's not a penis, it's a hard cock!" I joined in laughing with her and then she asked, "Shall we go to my bedroom then? "Okay." I followed her out of the lounge and left her briefly to lock the doors. She waited for me and then returning I followed her upstairs. She seemed to accentuate the sway of her hips as she climbed. We arrived in Mum's bedroom and closing the door behind us she pulled the stool to her dressing table and placed it in front of the armchair she had in the room. She stood in front of the armchair and I was stood in front of the stool. We were only about 3 feet apart. She smiled at me and then said, "Shall we get naked?" Smiling back, I replied, "It will save getting our clothes all messed up, I guess." Laughing Mum replied, "I think my panties are already messed up and it wouldn't surprise me if the same is true of your underpants." I laughed with her and said, "Very sticky!" I started to undo my shirt and Mum just stood and watched me. I took my shoes and socks off and still she stood and watched me. "You not joining me?" I asked. "Of course, but I thought I'd enjoy the strip show, then you can enjoy mine after." I smiled and went back to undoing my trousers. These fell to the grounds revealing my boxers with a sticky wet patch at the end of a large protrusion within them. The trousers discarded, I hooked my thumbs into the top of my boxers and pushed them down allowing my cock to be forced down with them until it became free and slapped up against my stomach. Mum gasped and very quietly to herself, I heard her say "Oh fuck!" Having spent a few moments casting her eyes over my body, and in particular concentrating on my crotch area I asked, "Does it meet your approval?" She looked up at me and then this big grin appeared on her face and she replied, "Does it ever. Yummy! I can't wait to watch you stroke the beautiful cock." She continued to stare at my cock and I thought it would be good to see Mum naked so asked, "Aren't you a little over-dressed?" "I must be considering how hot it is in here." she replied and then she proceeded to undo her bra, took off her shoes and made a bit of a performance of taking her stockings off. Finally she turned her back on me and pushed her panties down, bending at the waist giving me a little show of her pussy through the little gap at the top of her thighs. My cock twitched and I sighed, letting her know that I was enjoying the show. Turning back to face me with a smile on her face she asked, "Will I do?" I laughed and replied, "You'll more than just do. I know I've teased you as much as you've teased me over the last week or so, but my god Mum, you are very hot indeed." A very satisfied expression formed on her face and a hint of coyness as she said, "Thank you very much sweetheart, it's always nice to know that your old mum still has it." Laughing again, "I'm not sure you ever lost it and old you certainly aren't. I think you would be classified as a MILF." Looking a little puzzled she repeated, "Milf? What's that?" "You mean you don't know?" I asked a little surprised. She shook her head. I continued, "Well a MILF is a Mother I'd Like to Fuck!" She suddenly laughed and then still laughing asked, "Does that mean I'm your MILF?" I gave her a very broad grin and replied, "Oh yes!" We laughed for a few seconds and then Mum calmed down to a smile. She took a couple of steps towards me and said, "Let's see if we can get through the masturbation and perhaps I can change from a MILF to a MIF for my gorgeous son." It was my turn to look a little puzzled and this time it was me that asked, "Mif? What's that?" She got this really dirty look on her face and then said, "For you I would become the Mother I Fuck!" I laughed and then groaned, "That's so corny, but I think I'd like you to be my MIF." "I think I'd like to become you MIF as well." Mum quickly replied. She then added, "I'm not sure there are many mothers out there that would find it easy to turn down a cock like that. I know I can't and I'm the last woman in the world that should say that." "Shall we get the masturbation out of the way?" I asked no longer wanting to wait. "Yes. But I'd like a hug first, if that's alright." she asked. I smiled and stepped forward and took her in my arms. She hung her arms around my neck and pushed her pelvis into me. My cock took up a position between my crotch and her stomach, pointing up. I enjoyed the fact that Mum was also pushing into me to get a better feel of it. I looked down at her and she had lifted her face towards mine. She pulled me down so my lips met hers and we kissed deeply. Our lips parted immediately and our tongues fought the eternal lover's duel as we almost devoured each other. Suddenly I felt Mum stiffen and give a little shiver at which she broke the kiss and groaned. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm better than okay. That's the first time I've ever had an orgasm just kissing a man." "Wow!" was all I could say. "Sit down and watch me for a bit." We both sat and I watched as she lifted her right leg over the arm of her chair. This opened her legs and gave me an unrestricted view of her pussy. I watched as she began to gently rub her slit, up and down and then moving them in little circles around her clit. My eyes began to sting and I realised I hadn't blinked for a while. Continuing to watch I saw Mum push two fingers into her glistening and wet vagina and hooking them a little pump them in and out of herself. She sort of sobbed as she did this and very quickly tensed and came again. She went back to gently circling her clit and began to relax. She looked up at me and said, "Your turn." I must have blushed a little as I took hold of my very stiff cock because I got this wonderful smile from Mum. I began to pump and realised that I wasn't going to last very long at all. The head of my cock was already tingling a little and I could feel my prostate wanting to squeeze my semen out of me. "I'm going to cum really quickly. Sorry." Again smiling Mum responded, "That's what I want my horny son. By the way, you can shoot all over me if you want." With that her left leg was placed over the other chair arm and she was spread wide open for me to spray my cum wherever I wanted. The pressure built and the tingling increased and I was now gasping. I couldn't hold it and locking eyes with Mum I shot rope after rope of semen over her face, tits and stomach. It was the biggest cum of my life and when I stopped cumming Mum's fingers slammed into her pussy and she frigged herself while my cum ran down her body and dripped onto her fingers as she pushed them in and out of her pussy. It only took another minute or so before she came hard again as her fingers finally brought her to the climax she needed. She shouted "Fuck! Yeeeessss! Ooooooooooooooh!" and then shook and shook as the wall of orgasmic pleasure took her over. She kept straining and shaking until she slowly slid from the summit of pleasure and still glowing she eventually relaxed and closed her legs and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked at me and said, "Paul, I know I'm all sticky, but would you hold me please." She looked so vulnerable and despite the mess I couldn't ignore her request so I lifted her from the chair and wrapped my arms around her. She just cuddled into me and I could still feel her gently shivering. We stood there for a few minutes not wanting to move. Eventually Mum started to push herself away and I released her. She reached up and kissed me. Then she very shyly said, "Thank you Darling." I kissed her back and said, "It was my pleasure and thank you. You started this. I wouldn't have known how to do this." She smiled, "Neither did I really, I just did what felt right, trying to avoid scaring you off." I suddenly wondered if that was it and asked. "Is that as far as it goes?" "Oh Paul, my beautiful young man. Of course it isn't although I asked to see your cock, what I really want is for you to pump it into my pussy. I want you to fuck me because I'm still really horny; but I could do with a bit of a rest first." I smiled and suddenly sensing the slightly slimy feeling on my skin I asked, "If we get in the shower would you like me to give you a bit of a massage?" Mum looked up at me with a really loving expression on her face and she kissed me. She then replied, "I think that is a very attractive idea." We headed for the shower and I turned it on. The water was still cold. "You don't mind, do you?" Mum suddenly asked. I looked around and Mum was hovering by the toilet. "Of course not." I replied. I turned back and checked the water temperature as Mum peed. Before I realised it she was stood beside me and I did a final check and the water was fine. We both jumped in and stood facing each other. We stood there for what seemed like forever. Eventually Mum said, "Is this it?" We laughed and I said, "Sorry, you just looked so beautiful with the water running over you." I grabbed some shower gel and poured it into my hand. I started to soap her body and spent the next five minutes washing her front. I paid particular attention to her breasts and nipples at which I was rewarded with several moans from Mum. I soaped up again and drifted down towards her legs and slipped a soapy hand between her legs, soaping her pussy. She gasped, but adjusted her feet slightly more apart to give me better access. I didn't dwell too long before soaping down her thighs and legs. I switched to shampoo and then soaped her hair and in the process gave her a bit of a scalp massage. I got a couple of "Mmms" from her before turning her around and washing all down her back, over her bottom and down the backs of her legs until eventually I got her under the water and rinsing her off I made sure that all the soap was washed from her body. I then stood up and asked, "Is that okay?" With a smile and a brief peck on my lips she replied, "Yes Darling, that's more than okay." Mum then said, "Your turn." and she turned to get some unperfumed shower gel. She returned the favour and soaped my chest and stomach. She gave particular attention to my almost fully erect cock. I gasped a couple times as well as a few "Ooohs" from her. She continued down my legs and then turning me washed my back bottom and the backs of my legs. She then shampooed my hair and rinsed me off. It was weird standing there being washed by Mum, it took me back to my childhood when I would stand in the bath and she would wash me down. Eventually we finished and then came out of the shower and dried each other down. Again thinking of the times when Mum did this to me, I had a satisfaction that I was now being able to return the favour. It was also a pleasure to caress a woman's body that exuded so much sensuality as well as sexuality. Why hadn't I seen Mum as a woman before? I asked myself. Perhaps it was because she was first and foremost Mum and then a woman, for me. We finished drying each other and stood looking at each other. Mum smiled and said, "Now that's better; nice and clean." I smiled back but said nothing, "Why don't you go and get yourself into bed." she continued. I thought, is that it? Was Mum not going to have sex, even though she made it clear that's what she wanted? My face must have dropped. "Hey Sweetheart, what's with the long face?" she asked. "Well; I thought we were going to sleep together in your room." "Darling, I sincerely hope you're not going to be sleeping in your bed. I was hoping that when I join you we could play a game of..." and she paused and giggled, "... hide your hard cock in my pussy." I laughed and felt my cock stirring immediately. "Go on, off to bed," she repeated, "I'll be with you in a sec." As I turned I felt Mum give my buttocks a gentle slap. I turned and said, "I don't mind giving you a good spanking if you want me to." I continued out of the door without halting. I heard Mum shout, "Be careful what you wish for!" followed by laughing. I got myself into bed and waited. I kept thinking about actually having sex with Mum and was getting myself all worked up again. After not too long I realised that even though I'd already cum once, I wasn't going to be able to last too long. There was a knock on my door. "Come in." I responded. Mum entered wearing what I can only describe as a stocking dress. Her body was completely visible through it. It was low cut and came down to just below her crotch so although covered up her body was still completely on show. "Wow!" was all I could say. Mum did a twirl showing her juicy rear before facing me and saying, "Thank you Lover." I looked directly into Mum's eyes at being referred to as her lover. She had a slightly demure smile. Seeing me watching her she grasped the hem of her almost gossamer dress and slowly lifted it up and over her head and then dropping it beside her leaving herself completely naked before me. Before I could say anything. Mum spoke, "Paul I want this to happen in your room, because I need you to know that I have come to you for this and it is my choice that I'm here naked in your room. On this occasion I want you to sit back and enjoy this because I'm going to fuck you. Hopefully it will make it easier for you to take what is a very big step for us both." I smiled at her little speech and realised I didn't care about anyone outside of my room. I wanted my cock inside Mum's pussy. So I got up and despite my very erect cock bouncing ahead of I embraced Mum. She looked up at me with a broad smile on her face as I wrapped my arms around her. I then lowered my lips to hers and we kissed fully and deeply as only lovers kiss. We broke the kiss and we looked at each other. Mum seemed a little uncertain now, after all the fun she's created over recent weeks. "Is everything alright?" I asked. She smiled warmly and said, "Yes. But I think as soon as you enter me I will come. I'm so close already." "Me too." I said also a little worried and being a disappointment. With her expression relaxing a little she said, "Why don't we just go and fuck and see what happens. Because Paul I just really need a hard cock in my pussy right now, and if you cum quickly I really won't care, because I will probably be right there with you." Mum then kissed me and rammed her tongue into my mouth. It seemed she was trying to eat me alive. I gave as good as I got and then lifted her and placed her on my bed and without any ceremony or foreplay I got on the bed and positioning myself over her I began to lower myself towards her. I suddenly felt a hand grasp my cock and pull it towards her opening. I felt the warmth and wetness of the entrance to her pussy as my cock lodged itself ready to penetrate my mother for the first and hopefully not the last time. My head was swimming and my whole body was screaming "PUSH". But before I moved Mum's mouth came to my ear and she said, "Paul, my beautiful baby, please fuck me." All of a sudden my attention was turned to the body beneath me and all I could feel was her trembling. Her legs had already wrapped themselves around my back and the small distance between us was filled with Mum's arm. Suddenly the arm was removed and I realised it was time. I lowered myself and pushed my pelvis forward forcing my rock hard cock up into Mum's pussy. Although I had had sex before, this was completely different. This was my mother and knowing that I was now having sex with her. She gave out a loud sob as I entered her and then wrapping herself around me she franticly cried, "Fuck me Paul. Fuck me hard." I started pumping my cock into her and she just seemed to hang onto me for dear life. After only a couple of minutes I felt that tell-tale pressure and that familiar tingle in the head of my cock. "I'm gonna cum Mum." I said breathlessly. "Yes, yes, come for me baby. Cum in me. Shoot your cream into me." she replied in a strained but whispered reply. I could feel her vagina wall start to pulse and ripple around my cock and then it happened. My cock stiffened and that inevitable pressure released pulse after pulse of semen deep into Mum's pussy. At the same time Mum just grabbed me tightly and shook and trembled and then gave out a long low cry as she climaxed with me. We just held each other and slowly descended from the climax of our joining. I wasn't sure what to do, but just turned my head and kissed Mum's cheek. Her head turned towards me and we kissed deeply once more. We kissed and held each other for what seemed like hours before eventually Mum pulled away. "Oh fuck Paul. That was the most intense moment of my life. I've never come that hard ever before." I just stared at her, mouth open, not really knowing how to deal with what just happened. "You alright Paul?" she asked. Suddenly I took in what Mum was saying. "Yes, I think so. I've never cum that hard before." Giving me another brief hug, she said, "Thank you Baby. You have no idea how good that was and how much I needed it." With that she smiled at me and kissed me once more. We kissed some more and then all of a sudden I realised I was still engaged with Mum. I slowly began to rotate my hips and felt my cock hardening as I began to pump it in and out of Mum again. She gasped as she felt my cock move and swell again inside of her. "Oh, Yes Baby. Fuck me again." she encouraged.