A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                               by John P

                            Copyright© 2012


Chapter 2

"Mum!" he whispered and I stirred in my sleep, only to begin the
drift back to unconsciousness. Then it came again. "Mum!" but
this time with more urgency. I suddenly came awake and looked at
him.

"What is it, Jimmy? What's wrong?" I asked, worrying that he
might be in pain. His right arm was still on the pillow I had
placed for it, the white plaster plainly visible in the darkened
bedroom. He must have used his feet to pull down the sheet to
below his navel and I could see clearly the outline of his erect
dick underneath. Did he want me to wank him again? I raised the
sheet and the heady odour of stale spunk wafted into my nostrils.
How many times had I sniffed that with Daddy? How many times had
I tasted Daddy's spunk from the night before when I had been
awakened in the mornings? How many times had I sucked his
erection, his 'morning woody' as he liked to call it? I quite
liked the pungent taste and smell of Daddy's cock in the
mornings. Could Jimmy smell sex on me too? Could he smell the
sex-juices that I made last night when I frigged myself as I
breast-fed him?

"I need to pee!" said my son but I didn't fail to notice that he
was staring at my naked tits, at the nipple I had offered to him
to suck on after I'd masturbated him last night.

I rose and went around the bed, pulled down the sheet completely
from his body and stared again at his wonderful erection. 'God,
how I want that!' I thought. I helped him up, placed the sling
around his neck for his plastered arm and we walked together to
the bathroom. He stood before the toilet bowl, his dick hard and
pulsing, pointing upwards. I placed my hand around his dick and
forced it down to point into the bowl. Although he tried hard,
nothing came out.

"I can't, Mum. It's too stiff!" he said, suddenly embarrassed by
his predicament. He knew and I knew what had to be done.

"You want me to... you know...?" I asked, although I already knew
the answer. He nodded, smiling sheepishly. Then he moved his feet
apart, steadying himself for what would happen when his mum
wanked him off again.

I knelt next to him, turning him around so that he faced me. I
placed my right hand around his hot shaft and pulled back the
foreskin completely from his knob and the smell of his sex wafted
again into my nostrils. My left hand went to his smooth ball-sac
and I gently moved his balls around, feeling with my fingertips
those sperm-laden testicles that could make some girl pregnant.
'Jesus!' I thought, 'it's hot in here!'

As I slowly masturbated my young son, I looked up into his face.
His eyes were half-closed but they were looking down at my hands
as I stroked him, his expression of arousal making me hotter too
as I performed this sex act on my Jimmy. 'I'm going to hell!' I
thought, 'Eternal damnation!' but just then, it was a small price
to pay for the pleasure this was bringing to both of us.

He moaned as I stroked him, his knob just inches from my face,
and I could plainly see the pre-cum which seeped from his
pee-slit. He was a man, a being full of lust that could not be
denied or refused, and he was my son. 'I mustn't do this!' I told
myself. 'I shouldn't be feeling like this! It's not right, not
with my own son!' but my base instincts had taken me over and I
wouldn't admit it, and so I continued to pleasure him in the ways
Daddy had taught me.

I stared at his dick as I wanked him, wanting so badly to put his
knob into my mouth and give him the greatest pleasure he would
ever experience. I was still tickling his balls with my fingers
as my other hand stroked his smooth hot shaft and I knew that he
would cum soon. Suddenly his bandaged left hand touched the back
of my head and drew me towards him. His knob touched my lips! I
could feel the slippery pre-cum on my lips and I opened my mouth
to taste it with the tip of my tongue! When I looked up, he was
silently pleading. I just couldn't help myself. I swallowed his
hard dick! As my lips travelled down the length of his hot dick,
my tongue ran around his knob, tasting the salty man-fluid which
was still seeping out.

He was moaning again, this time whispering, "So nice! Always so
nice!" His balls moved easily within his ball-sac as my fingers
continued to fondle them and I licked his frenulum, that tender
spot underneath his knob where his foreskin was attached to his
shaft. Daddy had taught me well. I moved my head up and down,
sucking and licking his erection with each stroke. I was excited
too, not caring for the moment that it was my own son who was
making my juices drip from my pussy onto the floor beneath me.
From stroking his balls, I reached further back and touched his
anus with my fingertip. I pushed slightly into his hole and his
sharp intake of breath told me that he liked it as much as Daddy
used to. Then I touched his prostate and he jumped.

Jimmy's breathing became more ragged as my mouth and finger
stimulated him, and his hips moved slowly back and forth, pushing
his dick far into the back of my mouth every time he hunched
forward. I gagged each time his knob hit the back of my throat
which brought tears to my eyes but I couldn't stop him. I was as
aroused as he was, even with tears trickling down my cheeks. My
little boy was fucking my mouth like he was a man now, his lust
ignoring any consideration of family ties, and I was complicit in
his actions by pleasuring him by using all the techniques I had
learned from Daddy.

My head buzzed as my libido soared with his, and we raced towards
the fulfilment that nature dictated must happen between two
people who engaged in sharing their bodies with each other. I
rubbed my bare breasts against his thighs, hoping that my hard
erect nipples would add to his pleasure and as my eyes looked up
to see his face, I could see him mouthing, "Mummy! Mummy!" as he
looked down at me... and there were tears in his eyes.

His hip movements became faster, more urgent, until suddenly they
stopped. His body became rigid, his head went back and he
groaned. My mind screamed, 'Cum, Jimmy! Cum in Mummy's mouth!
Love me, Jimmy. Mummy needs you!'

"Mum! Mum! I'm cumming!" he called out. He didn't try to pull his
dick out of my mouth, didn't attempt to move at all, and suddenly
his erection jerked in my mouth and I felt his hot spunk splash
onto my tongue at the back of my throat. His bandaged hand held
my head tighter against him and I felt each spurt of his hot
semen as it pumped into my mouth. He was cumming! My little boy
was squirting his spunk into his mother's mouth! How obscene! How
filthy! How disgustingly satisfying!

His anus clamped my finger tight with each jerk of his dick and I
could feel that part of his dick between his balls and his bum
pulse against my palm as he shot each spurt of his boy-spunk into
my welcoming mouth. 'Yes, Jimmy, yes! That's right, cum in
Mummy's mouth!' His legs began to tremble and suddenly I was
scared. 'His orgasm is too intense! He'll fall! He'll collapse!'

I quickly took my finger from his bum-hole and with both hands, I
held his hips tightly, ready to catch him if his legs became too
weak. My mouth, however, I kept clamped firmly around his dick.
The jerking of his dick had stopped now and I had swallowed all
the semen that he had pumped into me. All that issued from his
dick now were the last remnants of his orgasm, those last
dribbles that heralded the end of his mating with his female.

As the dribbles ended and his limbs became still, he looked down
at me and I saw the love in his eyes. He wasn't disgusted or
horrified to see his mother still gently sucking and licking his
dick but now there was serenity in his face. His dick began to
soften in my mouth and, after giving it a final lick to clean it,
I released his dick from my mouth and stood up beside him.

I took him into my arms and felt my hard nipples grazing his
chest. "Are you OK now, Jimmy?" I asked softly and his bandaged
hand went around my waist and he said quietly, "Oh yes, Mum," and
he held me close to him. His wet dick felt nice against my skin
but I resisted the urge to reach down and fondle it again. We
were like lovers, cuddling as they do after making love. I felt
less like a child-molester now, less like a parent who had taken
advantage of an innocent child.

His head moved slightly by the side of mine and he breathed into
my ear, "Thanks, Mum. I really needed that." I hugged him
tighter, stopping myself from telling him that I absolutely loved
doing it and that I hoped there would be much more in the future.


We hugged for maybe half a minute and then he whispered again. "I
still need to pee." I looked into his eyes and we both began to
laugh.

Then I asked, "Is it just peeing or do you need to do both?" and
he grinned, replying, "Just peeing this time. No toilet paper
necessary."

As I held his dick, I watched the urine splash down into the
water. I went over in my mind what had just happened and I
remembered something he had said in the throes of his passion
while I was sucking him. He had said, "So nice. Always so nice!"
There was something wrong, something which sounded a false note.
"Always" was the word he had used. That could only mean one
thing. He had let somebody suck him before tonight! Who? He had
no girlfriends that I knew of. 'Stop it, Helen!' I told myself.
'He'll tell you when he's ready,' but my mind wouldn't stop
wondering who it could have been.

When I took him back to my bed, I settled him down again with his
plastered arm on the pillow and when I leaned over him to switch
out the bedside light, he moved his head slightly to capture my
nipple between his lips. After the light was off, I stayed above
him, letting his mouth suck on my nipple while I reached down
once more between my legs to frig myself to orgasm. With the
image of what had just happened still fresh in my memory, and the
taste of my son's sperm still coating my tongue and the inside of
my mouth, my cum was intense and, as I shook, I felt my
sex-juices flooding my cunt. 'Oh God! How horny he makes me
feel!' I thought.



The bright light of the dawn filtered through the thin curtains
and I turned my head to watch my son sleep. My little boy! So
handsome, just like his dad. I used to wake up next to Daddy when
Mum was away from home and watch him sleep too. Although I was
only 12 then, he was my boyfriend, the lover who filled me with
spunk every chance he got. I had wanted his hands on me, had
thrilled each time he kissed me and I had welcomed his cock into
my little body each time we could be together. Now here I was,
lying in bed with our son, and the desire to wake him like I did
with Daddy was overwhelming. Waking Daddy with a blow-job had
always been an exciting prospect for me and the pleasure I
brought him each time made me want to do it all the more.

I lifted the sheet to look at Jimmy's dick again and, although it
was soft, it thrilled me to see it. 'Oh Jimmy, if only you knew
how much I wanted your dick inside my pussy!' The smell of sex
was there again, wafting up from under the sheet, and I realised
that my own juices contributed to the odour. I decided to take a
bath straight away before Jimmy woke up.

Getting out of bed carefully so as not to wake him, I padded
softly to the bathroom, still naked. I closed the bathroom door
and turned the taps to fill the bath. As it filled, I looked at
myself in the full-length mirror there and noticed my hairy pussy
which reminded me that it had been a couple of months since I had
last shaved around it. Immediately I filled the wash-basin and
used the special shaving cream for the job. With one eye on the
bath and the other watching carefully the razor in my hand, I
started the shaving process. Once my pubic hair had been removed,
I had to turn off the taps over the bath. I opened the door so
that I could hear Jimmy call out if he needed me.

Stepping into the warm water, I sat down and my fingers went down
between my legs to touch the soft bare skin of my sex. Hairless
like a 10-year-old now, I remembered what it felt like when I
used to touch myself in my bed before Daddy started fingering me.
My little fingers would touch my lips and then slide between them
to find the tiny button above my hole which I stroked to get
those good feelings.

I washed myself, standing up in the bath to wash my bum and my
now hairless pussy. With my fingers covered in soap, I washed my
bum-hole, sliding a single finger up inside and pushing it up as
far as it would go. 'Oh Daddy, that's so nice!' I began fucking
myself with it, remembering how it felt when Daddy did it to me.
I pulled it out and covered my hand and fingers with soap again,
this time sliding my hand down to wash my hairless pussy. My
fingers slid between my lips and I tingled with each movement of
my fingers against the delicate flesh of my sex. 'Yes, Jimmy,
touch your mummy's bare cunt!' I touched my clit, the hard button
that Daddy used to rub to make me cum, and I sighed.

My eyes started to close and I leaned back against the cold
tiles, rubbing my sex harder, moaning as my fingers began in
earnest the urgent task of making me cum. 'Yes, Jimmy! Yes,
Daddy! Do it to me, both of you!' I pushed two fingers in my wet
pussy, using my thumb to stroke my clit. 'Oh God! I need to cum!'
My fingers felt good inside me and I began to thrust them harder
into my pussy. I was starting to shake and my hips had pushed
forward obscenely, making me appear like a slut on heat. 'I want
cock! Jimmy! Daddy! Give me cock! I need COCK!'

I was gasping now, moaning softly, the image of Daddy and Jimmy
doing these things to me so exciting. I felt my face contorted
with lust as my fingers began to speed up. My eye strayed
accidentally towards the door in the middle of my masturbation
and I was shocked and horrified to see Jimmy standing there,
watching me. His bandaged hand was rubbing his erect cock, his
eyes concentrating on the hand of the filthy slut who was his
mother. He couldn't wank himself properly as only his fingertips
were outside the covering bandage.

"Jimmy!" I blurted out, shocked that I had been caught frigging
myself. My fingers froze where they were, buried inside me.

"Mum, I... I..." he said, still staring at the hand between my
legs, his bandage still being rubbed against his shaft.

'I have to help him! He needs me!' I thought and I stepped out of
the bath, my body dripping water onto the floor. He wanted to see
me, to watch me frigging myself. The sudden urge to display
myself to my young son became overwhelming and I sat on the edge
of the bath, opening my legs wide to let my boy see me in all my
wanton glory. His eyes stared at that place between my legs,
those lips so wet with the juices of my desire. He came closer,
his eyes fixed firmly on my fingers as I opened my lips so that
he could see my hole and that precious button above it.

"Look, Jimmy! Look at Mummy's cunt!" The filthy words just rolled
out of my mouth. I was so aroused that I wanted to say more.

He stared as I took a finger and pushed it into my hole. "See how
Mummy likes to play with herself!"

He came between my wide-open legs and knelt down, still trying
his best to masturbate to the sight of his wanton mother
displaying herself in such an obscene manner.

I was becoming more excited and what sense I had was leaving me.

"See that, Jimmy? That little button? Daddy liked rubbing it and
licking it!" His eyes opened wider at my words but they did not
leave the place where my fingers continued to diddle myself. I
rubbed my clit, watching his lovely eyes follow my fingertips and
suddenly I absolutely lost it! I just blurted it out!

"Lick it for me, Jimmy!" and I pulled his head forward. 'Oh my
God! What have I done?' I was just about to stop this going any
further and become a good decent mother when his tongue touched
my button. 'Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! He's doing it!' My resolve to
become a good mother suddenly melted and I became the filthy slut
who was seducing her 13-year-old son.

He licked my clit, each touch of his tongue sending jolts of
electricity through me. I felt his fingertips touching my hole
and he tried, unsuccessfully, to push one into me. But his
tongue... ooh that tongue kept licking and I found myself pulling
his head harder against my pussy. He got the idea and began to
set the pace, occasionally leaving my clit and licking between my
bare lips, pushing the tip of his tongue inside my soaking wet
hole.

I was moaning, sighing, calling his name, as he brought me
towards the orgasm for which I had longed.

"Yes, Jimmy! Like that! Just like that!" I called between gasps.
I was panting, shaking now with the emotions that my Jimmy was
bringing out in me.

"Fuck me! Fuck Mummy with your tongue!" The filthy talk continued
pouring from my mouth, my arousal too intense to stop it. "That's
right, Jimmy. Just like Daddy!" I wasn't looking down any more,
my eyes closed as my handsome son made me delirious with the
actions of his tongue. He licked my clit harder and I groaned
loudly, my breathing becoming laboured as I gasped. I pulled his
face harder against me, grinding my soaking wet cunt into his
nose and mouth, almost smothering him, but I had to go on, I had
to cum. Nothing mattered right now except the male mouth and
tongue which would bring me to Heaven.

Then came the tingle, the sure sign that I was about to cum, to
ejaculate the strong-tasting cum juices that I had savoured
myself for years. Suddenly it was on me and my muscles tensed up
and my body went rigid. I started shaking, almost falling off the
edge of the bath. His tongue kept licking hard as I lost control
of myself, wailing between gritted teeth and then calling his
name out as my orgasm washed over me.

"Jimmy! Jimmy! Love me!" I cried and the shaking became worse as
the spasms kept coming. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I shouted, the sounds
distorted by the fact that my teeth were still clamped together.

I could feel the cum-juices pouring from my open cunt and then
Jimmy's tongue was there, licking and sucking them as they
flooded out.

"Yes, Daddy! Yes, keep licking your dirty girl!" I shouted in my
delirium and then the waves of sensation began to lessen, to
become less strong. I moaned as his tongue continued licking and
then I felt the tip of the tongue push inside my hole, searching
for more of my cum-juice. It wormed inside me, probing, making me
shake again, and I pressed against his mouth, trying to get his
tongue deeper inside my welcoming greedy cunt.

'I'm a slut! A slut! Keep doing it! I love you, Daddy!' My
thoughts were between my legs, were with the man who had brought
me to this glorious orgasm all those times before when I was a
kid. 'Must see. Must watch him lick me!' but when I finally
opened my eyes and looked down at my hairless sodden cunt, it was
my son who looked up at me.

My Jimmy was still licking me, his lips and tongue worshiping my
sex as though his life depended on the contact. I reached down
and touched his head, signalling that he should stop and then he
pulled back. He looked deep into my eyes and I wanted to hold
him, to kiss him softly and hug him to my naked breasts. From
nose to chin, he was covered with my juices, the juices he had
brought out of me with his mouth and his love. I bent forward and
gently kissed his lips, then used my own tongue to clean his
face, just like a cat with a kitten, swallowing the love-juice he
had so wonderfully coaxed from my pussy.

He stayed on his knees while I cleaned his face and when I had
finished doing it, I kissed him again on his lips. His eyes had
closed as I had licked his face but when he opened them, they
were different somehow. He was looking at me now and the
expression was unmistakable. The face looking at me was the face
of Daddy, my daddy and his. Oh God! O Jesus! My father and my son
had both made me cum but years apart! With my thoughts in
disarray, I looked away but Jimmy's bandaged hand came up to
touch my face and as I looked into those soft brown eyes again,
he opened his mouth to speak.

"I love you, Mum."

It hit me like a slap in the face. I wanted to cry with emotion
but instead I sank to my knees in front of him and took his face
in my hands and kissed his lips. He couldn't hug me because of
his injuries but my arms went around him to cuddle him. My hands
stroked his back and I started to stroke his youthful buttocks,
so taut in my hands. Suddenly I remembered. 'Oh God! He hasn't
cum yet! He's still got a stiff dick and I haven't helped him to
cum!'

I didn't say anything as I helped him to lie down onto the floor
but he knew what was likely to happen when I took his fine
erection into my hand and started to wank him slowly as my lips
sought his. I was aggressive now, forcing open his lips and
thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He moaned around my tongue as
I stroked his hot dick but things were changing. I wasn't just
masturbating my son to get him to cum. I was making love to him!

'Stop, Helen!' I told myself. 'Stop this now before it's too
late!'

His gentle lips sucked on my tongue and I was becoming more
aroused with each passing second. More thoughts came. 'No, Jimmy!
No, we mustn't do this!'

I couldn't allow this, I mustn't let this happen. I mustn't let
him make love to me. Sex is one thing but love... No, I have to
stop it! There's only one way. I have to stop kissing him. I
pulled away from his lips and went instead to his groin with my
mouth. Suck him off! Make him cum but keep away from his full
gentle sexy lips. As my lips parted to take his hard shaft into
my mouth, he shuffled slightly so that he could open his legs
further. My hand went down to feel his ball-sac and my fingers
stroked the balls within. I was sucking him, licking under the
knob where he was so sensitive.

'Make him cum! Make him cum quickly!' I thought. 'If I make him
cum, it will break the spell. Don't look at him; just give him
what he needs.'

But I was weak and I looked into his face again. Those soft brown
eyes watched my lips moving up and down the length of his hard
shaft He watched his mother performing lewd acts of oral sex on
him, felt gentle female fingers stroking his balls. His full
sweet lips looked so inviting and my resolve began to crumble
again. 'Be strong!' I told myself but I was lost. I was just too
weak to resist him.

My feelings of sexual love for Jimmy were overwhelming me and
although I knew that I shouldn't commit incest with my son, I
knew equally well that I wasn't strong enough to deny myself. I
would make excuses later for my terrible behaviour but for now, I
wanted his dick.

I moved again and lay beside him, supporting myself on one elbow
and bending over him to kiss his lips once more. His tongue
forced open my lips and I willingly accepted his tongue, sucking
on it while my hand again began to wank him. I was making juice
in my cunt and I could feel it seeping out of me. My son was
turning me on so much but I didn't want it to stop.

"Do you really want me, Jimmy?" I asked breathlessly as his
tongue left my mouth and, without pause, he replied, "Oh yes,
Mum!"

At once, I rolled on top of him, straddling his waist but taking
care not to touch his plastered arm. I bent down to kiss him
again, moving my body backwards until I could feel his stiff dick
touching my pussy-lips and then I stopped. My bare crotch touched
his and his sparse pubic hair tickled my cunt. How glad I was
that I'd shaved myself there.

His eyes were full of lust, the same lust that drove Daddy to do
those things to me when I was little. He wanted to fuck me, to
push his dick inside his mummy, and I wanted it too. Having a
conscience was no longer an option for either of us. Our sexual
desires over-rode any rules or standards of decent behaviour and
we were both now feral beings, driven on only by the carnal lust
which has us both in its grip.

My hand found his dick and I placed it firmly against my cunt,
rubbing it quickly up and down my wet slit to gather my juices
although I was producing so much in my cunt that it would not be
needed. When I placed his knob to my hole, he tried to hump it
into me straight away. His eyes were wild with lust and I knew
that he wanted no more foreplay, no more toying with each other.
Penetration was all that mattered to him now and my own body was
crying out for the same thing.

I lowered myself onto his erection, feeling his large knob
forcing its way up into my soaking pussy. His eyes closed as my
pussy swallowed his stiff inches and soon his pubic hair was
pushed hard against me. He was in me, in me to the hilt. I sighed
with each inch of penetration and he held his breath as my silky
wet pussy enveloped his hot hard rod. Once he realised that he
was all the way in me, he exhaled and opened his eyes.

I raised myself slightly and he did what young virile men do. He
moved his hips up and started to hump me. His dick felt wonderful
inside me as he fucked and I started to mewl like a kitten. I
stroked his face as we made love, my fingers touching his lips,
his nose and his cute chin. Then I adjusted my position so that I
could dangle my tits over his face. His lips went to a nipple and
he bathed it with his tongue, pulling on it with his teeth now
and then, exciting me beyond endurance.

"Oh Jimmy! Suck Mummy's tits! Fuck Mummy's cunt with your big
dick!" I moaned, going with the sexy feelings he was instilling
in me.

This dirty talk was having an effect on Jimmy too and suddenly he
was fucking me harder and faster. "Yes, Jimmy! Yes!" I said
between gritted teeth.

His teeth were hurting my nipple now but he was too far gone to
worry about me and I was so aroused that the pain seemed to
intensify my excitement. I almost wanted to be hurt, wanted my
male to show his dominance over me. Even though I was on top, he
dominated; he set the pace of our rutting, our mating, and I was
the female who had to submit to him.

Suddenly his body went rigid, his pubic bone hard against mine,
and I felt his dick expand and begin to jerk inside me. He was
cumming inside his mummy!

"Cum in me, Jimmy! Cum in Mummy! Give me all your spunk!" I cried
as the first jet of his hot spunk shot up inside my welcoming
pussy. I stayed in position as his balls began to empty into me
and I felt each pulse of his dick as it pumped gob after gob of
hot potent spunk to splash against my cervix. His face was
contorted as he came and I saw his father again in that face.

I felt five or six pulses of his dick and then the jerking
stopped. His hips started to descend slowly as the rigidity of
his body declined and I moved myself down too so that his dick
would not leave my pussy. I moved to kiss him and I stroked his
face again as he began to come down from his high. He kissed me
back, this time gentle and loving instead of sexual and urgent.

We didn't speak but his bandaged hand went behind me to stroke my
back as we kissed. I felt so much love for him now, the same
sexual love I had felt for Daddy, and a kind of serenity seemed
to surround me. I was loved by a man again, even if he was not
yet 14, and I began once more to feel the security that I had
enjoyed when Daddy was with me.

Jimmy's dick was softening inside me now and I moved carefully
until his dick dropped out of my soaking wet cunt. Even as I
rolled off him to lie beside him, I knew that his spunk and my
juices were beginning to seep from my well-fucked hole. 'Oh
Jimmy, how wonderful that felt!' I thought.

I put my arm across his waist and we lay there, kissing, stroking
each other and not saying anything. It was wrong. It was incest.
It was illegal. It was my fault. It was beautiful, so exquisitely
beautiful. His dreamy brown eyes looked into mine and he smiled,
making my insides tingle. I was in love with my son and I had
just encouraged him to fuck me. Did that make me a bad mother?
Please, God, don't let anybody find out about this.