****** Kevin & Mom Part Two by Beki Blush ******
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Kevin & Mom Part Two


This story is an erotic fantasy, following Part One, where Kevin began a sexual
relationship with his mother.

Part Two - Just a Little Drink ...

The days stretched into weeks, the weeks into months, and my newfound
relationship with my son Kevin had become very comfortable. We were very
discreet publicly, but inside the house, we rarely wore clothing and lived our
lives with constant sexual awareness and energy of a pair of newlyweds. We made
love in every room of the house, and in every conceivable position. I learned
things from my teenage baby which I had never even dreamed of.

To keep up a semblance of normality however, we decided that we should both
seek the company of someone else and go out for regular social outings. To do
otherwise would eventually attract attention and make life unnecessarily
difficult.

Kevin settled for one of his old time girlfriends, Amy. He took her to dinner
or a movie every couple of weeks. I don't think he made any physical demands on
her, but they seemed to enjoy each other's company.

Having alienated Phil to the point of no return, I accepted an invitation from
Charlie, a guy I met at one of Kevin's basketball games, to meet him for lunch.
From that point on, we met regularly. Charlie was married, said his wife knew
about our meetings, and never made a move on me. It was the perfect
arrangement, because he needed a break from the pressures in his life, and we
laughed our way through most of our dates.

So life went on. I was deeply in love. I was physically exhausted much of the
time from the demands of our lovemaking, surprising myself by being constantly
ready for more. I established a routine of shedding my clothes as I walked
through the front door. Kevin would eagerly come to greet me, and our
anticipation was so great that he would sometimes take me almost immediately.
Even when he entered me without foreplay, I would find myself wet and ready for
him.

Kevin's room became a study, for it housed his computer, while his weight
training equipment remained in the games room, where it had been since he began
playing serious basketball. Most of our time was spent in my room, where we
played and slept.

My work's achievement night was an annual affair, held at one of the posh
hotels in the city centre. The company picked up the tab, and it was an
employees only do - no relatives invited. Nobody really enjoyed it much, but
everybody went. For the sales guys it was a testosterone overload opportunity
while for the junior managers it was a stage for a little grandstanding and
chest thumping. Best of all for the rest of us, it was an opportunity to drink
some top shelf booze without having to worry about the tab.

I was flying high early in the evening and by the time the speeches began I was
well on the way, having consumed a spectacular array of cocktails suggested by
a very obliging drink waiter. At the end of the evening I was legless, trying
to rummage through my purse until I finally found my mobile. I stabbed in the
numbers and heaved a sigh of relief when Kevin's cheery voice answered.

"Had a drink or two have we Mom?" he gloated. "OK, grab a seat in the foyer,
and I'll be there in twenty minutes or so."

In no time at all, he bounded up the hotel stairway, gallantly offered me his
hand, and helped me to my very unsteady feet. He guided me to the car, shut the
door behind me like a true gentleman, and jumped into the driver's seat.

"Did you have a good night, Mom," he enquired.

"Sure, but I think I may have drunk a little more than I should." I knew I was
slurring my words, but they would not come out any other way.

Kevin smiled at me. "Feel like a bit of a game when we get home?"

It sounded like a challenge, and I love a challenge.

"You bet. I reckon I can beat you at anything you care to name tonight."

"We'll see about that."

We arrived home and he helped me inside. Almost from habit, I began to disrobe
as I walked through the front door. Kevin reached for me and we kissed
passionately.

"I have a surprise for you. Come on."

He took me by the hand and led me to his gym room. It was dominated by a huge
weight machine in the middle, which allowed him to do all sorts of exercises
and was anchored to the floor. The top of the steel frame ran almost to the
ceiling.

"Stand there," he ordered, turning me around in the centre of the room and
taking my party dress and purse from me. I giggled, but stood quietly in the
centre of the room wearing nothing but bra, panties, stockings and heels.

Lined up neatly on the bench near the weight machine was an array of leather
cuffs, collars, a leather blindfold, a walking cane, a riding crop and lengths
of neatly coiled ropes.

"Uhhh, Kevin," I began nervously. "This is not really my scene. I don't want to
disappoint you Honey, but this bondage thing is not for me. You know I hate
pain!"

I was starting to sober up a little with the realisation that I might have a
problem here.

"C'mon Mom," Kevin urged. "You know I could never hurt you. Let's just have a
little fun. I tell you what; you pick a safe word, any word you don't use
often, and if you want me to stop, just say the word. Promise!"

I thought about it for a moment or two, still unconvinced. The alcohol was
fighting against my logic. The alcohol won out.

"OK Buster, MICHAEL. The safeword is Michael."

Within seconds I was giggling at him as he quickly fastened cuffs to my wrists
and ankles, but started to feel slightly uneasy when he reached above his head
and pulled down two ropes from pulleys which were fixed to the ceiling. He tied
the ropes to the wrist cuffs, and tightening them sharply, drew my arms
upwards, spread wide.

"Kevin," I began with some alarm.

"Shhh," he replied, and drew one of my feet across the floor, where he tied it
to the outer edge of the steel weights frame. I was teetering on the point of
balance and feeling decidedly uncomfortable when he took my other foot and drew
it impossibly wide in the opposite direction and tied it securely. I was almost
suspended, star fashion, with feet barely touching the floor and my legs spread
so wide that my pussy lips separated and my panties slipped into the crack.

"Kevin," I repeated anxiously. "What are you doing?"

"I thought we should play out a little game tonight, Mom. You remember when I
was small and did something naughty, you would smack me for it. I've been
waiting for an opportunity to return the favour. Now I would say that staying
out late and drinking to excess is definitely worthy of punishment, wouldn't
you say?"

I hung my head and did not answer immediately. It could be fun, I thought, if
he does not leave me here too long. Already my wrists and shoulders were
beginning to ache, and I thought my ankles would break in those silly heels.

He came towards me slowly and reached for my bra. He teased me by running his
fingers across the lace at the top, and down inside to touch the nipples. He
unfastened it from the back and left it hanging from my arms. Strong fingers
pulled at the waist of my panties and swept them downwards, but my legs were so
far apart that they only travelled to mid thigh, just enough to expose my
crotch. His fingers dipped into me, and he placed them to my lips, allowing me
to lick them clean.

Turning to his cupboard again, he returned with scissors and a long, black
riding crop. He cut the straps of my bra and watched it fall to the floor, then
cut through both sides of my panties and threw the scissors into the corner. I
felt ridiculous clad only in shoes and stockings and spread so obscenely, but
Kevin stood back momentarily and murmured in appreciation:

"Mmmm, nice, Mom. Remember the safeword?"

I nodded, just as the flap on the end of the crop struck my bare ass. It was
not really a hit, just a touch really, but I recoiled in fright. The whip
struck again, softly, on the other side. What a surprise, I thought. The
sensation of the leather touching my skin was really very pleasurable. Kevin
continued with the whip, working his way across the width of my bare ass cheeks
until he had patted them both all over, and started to work down the back of my
legs. Then he stopped and put the crop back on the cabinet, returning with the
leather blindfold.

The leather was soft and supple, and the inside of it was lined with black
velvet. As he started to tighten the straps around my head, my vision was
completely blocked. I heard him moving away, presumably back to the bench.
There was silence. I lost track of time. My ears strained for a sound, but I
heard none.

"Kevin," I said with rising alarm. "Kevin, where are you? What are you doing?"

Nothing.

"Kevin. Are you still here?" I called, louder this time, starting to feel
really nervous. "Kevin, I think we should stop this, NOW."

Finally, he responded. "Michael," he mocked. "Michael, Michael, Michael. If you
want me to stop, you know what you have to say. Go on, Mom, just say the word
and I'll release you right now."

He was mocking me, teasing me, daring me, knowing that I had drunk enough to
take the bait.

The crop touched me again, dancing lightly on the fleshy part of my rump. I
shuddered in fright and anticipation, waiting for it to strike again. What I
felt next was not a crop however, it was soft, and tickled its way down my
front, starting at my throat and finishing with the lightest brush across my
pussy.

The sensation was heavenly, but hardly had it stopped when the hardness of the
riding crop tip tapped on my inner thighs, first on one side, then the other.
Then silence again.

My entire body strained for the next sound, tensed in anticipation of the next
touch.

It came unexpectedly in the form of a gentle push to the softest part of my
belly. It might have been the tip of Kevin's finger, it might have been the tip
of the cane I had seen earlier. For a moment I thought I would fall backwards,
but of course my startled reaction simply reminded me of the secure bonds which
suspended my arms from the ceiling.

The soft touch began again, this time from the inside of my knees, working up
to my pussy. Was it a feather? The touch crossed my gaping slit, brushing the
exposed clit as it passed.

"Oohhhh," I groaned. The sensation was exquisite.

Quite suddenly, it stopped again, to be eventually replaced by the rough tap of
the riding crop.

"Oh, no Kevin, please, no," I pleaded. I wanted the soft tickling touch back
again.

"You want me to stop Mom? You know the safeword. Stop me if you want."

I bit my lip in silence. Both shoulders were feeling uncomfortable from being
tied so high. In the continuing silence, I started to concentrate more on my
predicament. Just I was seriously contemplating invoking the safeword to stop
this nonsense, the touch began again, this time across my nipples, first one,
then the other, then back again. It was replaced by the softness of Kevin's
lips, lightly kissing, sucking and licking. Kevin loved my tits. His constant
attention to them made me realise just how sensitive they could be. He would
grasp them, sometimes roughly, while I stood at the sink washing dishes, he
would stop me and kiss them unexpectedly as we passed in the hallway and he
loved to suckle them like a baby after we made love.

The feathery touch danced over my skin. My whole body seemed to become one
giant erogenous zone. Every time the touching stopped, I would tense up, trying
to swing my body towards the direction where it had last been. As it moved over
my mound again, I found myself reacting to it, trying to thrust myself to meet
it in little humping motions, limited by the restraints which stretched me so
tight.

The feather (if it was a feather) moved back to my nipples, drawing tiny
circles around them, followed immediately by Kevin's searing lips. Every
erogenous zone in my body seemed to have a direct connection to my nipples. My
sense of arousal from the anticipation of waiting, then the feather light
strokes and Kevin's talented lips exceeded anything I had experienced before.

I sensed his face near mine. His breath scorched my cheek while the feathery
stroking across my breasts continued. Without any penetration, Kevin's
treatment was bringing me to a climax, I realised. Suddenly his mouth was on
mine, his tongue probing me deeply. My response was limited to the movement of
my head and my tongue. I was enjoying the delicious taste of him while the
feather continued to work its magic.

Without breaking the kiss, Kevin's fingers touched my gaping pussy. I was
drenched, I realised, and his finger entered me easily, followed by a second.
His thumb closed on my pubic bone and applied gentle pressure, holding me
firmly there.

As the feather traced its way down my belly and back to my pubic area Kevin
broke the kiss. He teased with the feather, foiling my attempted thrusting with
his firm grip. Desperately seeking his kiss, I wildly swung my head around,
searching for him, but without success.

Contact stopped without warning and the eerie silence returned. Finally I
thought I heard Kevin moving. I tensed in anticipation, wondering whether the
next touch would be hard or soft, wondering where it would come. So close to
climax that I was shivering with need.

The lips. The first contact was on my lips, but the tip of Kevin's tongue just
barely touched me. I moved my face to where I thought Kevin's would be, and
just as I was about to complete the kiss, his prick struck my pussy. I mean it
really struck me. In one savage thrust, Kevin buried himself into me all the
way to the hilt.

I screamed and immediately pulled hard against my restraints to meet him. His
hands circled my head and pulled me into a deep kiss while his prick pistoned
into my deepest crevices. I climaxed, unable to increase my limited movement.
The combined joy and frustration was so exquisite that my orgasm continued in
ripples, my cunt muscles tightening on him as he worked to his own climax.

When he came, his juice spurted into my inner depths, and we clung to each
other, locked together, supported by my restraints. As he softened, I felt our
juices running down my legs and over the tops of my stay ups. Kevin reached
around my head and gently removed the blindfold. A large feather lay on the
floor near his feet, and as he picked it up and stepped back he wielded it
through the air as one of the three musketeers might brandish a sword. Kevin
just grinned at me and asked: "Well?"

"Do me again." I challenged.

End of Part Two

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