A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                             by John P

                          Copyright© 2012


Chapter 3

As I prepared my Jimmy's breakfast, my mind was everywhere except
on the job I was doing. I spilt the milk, let a pan boil over and
finally cut my finger on a knife. As I sucked my finger, I went
over in my mind what had happened between us, what I had LET
happen. Guilt was tormenting me. Had I inflicted sex on Jimmy? I
had, I knew I had. 'Dear God, get me out of this!'

The TV poured out its usual morning rubbish and Jimmy, bathed and
cleansed of all evidence of our love-making, watched it. Was he
thinking about what we'd done? Now, in the cold light of day, was
he sorry about what he had let me do to him?

I had felt awkward lying beside him on the bathroom floor,
stroking his body after our sex and feeling his own bandaged hand
on my body as he caressed me too. I didn’t know what to say,
didn't know how to disengage from him. It was just like each time
I had slept with the very few men that I had dated. In the
morning, leaving was always the most awkward part, not knowing
how to disengage from the man I had slept with.

But this was my son, my Jimmy. I couldn't talk to him about what
we had just done, nor could I forget that he had said he loved
me. I loved him too, just like I loved Daddy, and the feelings
were no less intense. With Daddy though, I was the child and it
was made easy for me. Now I was the adult and it was up to me to
make the decision about what to do.

I had ducked the issue again by adopting my technique of becoming
business-like, a successful ploy to hide my real feelings. I had
eventually released myself from Jimmy's arm and I had said
jovially, "Come on, young Jimmy, time to get you bathed." I tried
not to look into his face as I said it, afraid that he would see
my desire for him, but when I glanced for that brief second into
his face, his soft brown eyes made me go all gooey.

Holding his dick while he peed and then bathing him was a
challenge. I refused to be aroused by his body and quickly
cleaned him, giving only minimal attention to his sex organs,
those beautiful objects of my unhealthy desire. With his bandaged
arm through one sleeve of the bath-robe, I placed the remainder
of the garment across his shoulders and helped him downstairs,
quickly returning to wash my cunt and thighs clean of his
incestuous seed. I had dressed quickly and gone downstairs, eager
to avoid what needed discussing by hiding in the kitchen with my
pots and pans.

Now that breakfast was finally made, I called him and he took his
place at the table next to me. As I fed him pieces of bacon and
toast, I tried to avoid his eyes but there was no escape for me.

"Mum, can I ask you something?" he said softly. I nodded,
wondering how he was going to start this difficult conversation
about our changed relationship.

"You told me that a boy from school had got you pregnant, didn't
you? That he was my father." This wasn't the question I had
steeled myself for and it threw me. I had told him the lie many
years ago and fortunately it had been left that way. Suddenly I
knew where this was heading.

"Jimmy... I... I wanted..." I began but I didn't know how to
continue. He looked at me steadily, no hint of accusation in his
brown eyes. I was searching for an excuse, anything at all to
avoid telling him the truth.

"It wasn't true, was it? It wasn't a boy from anywhere, Mum. It
was your father who you were making love with, wasn't it? He's my
father, isn't he?" He laid his hand on mine as he waited for the
answer. I felt numb. I knew this day would come and that the
truth would have to be told. I was trapped now, unable to escape
my responsibility. Would he be hurt because I lied to him or
would he be ashamed that he was the product of our incest?

Leaning towards him, I hugged him to me and started to rock
gently. I started to sob and his arm went around my shoulder,
comforting me as I shook.

Through the sobbing, I began to apologise. "I'm so sorry, Jimmy.
I shouldn't have lied to you."

He took over the rocking then, making comforting sounds as he
tried to calm me. "It's alright, Mum. It's OK, don't get upset."
Then his lips were against my ear and he was kissing it. "It
doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter," he whispered, kissing
the side of my face but my sobbing continued. As if he had
suddenly had the thought, he asked, "He didn't rape you, did he?"

"Rape? Good God, no! He was a gentle man who loved me, Jimmy.
Daddy taught me about sex and even though we both knew we
shouldn't have done it, it was the most wonderful experience of
my life." My sobbing stopped then and I wanted to get everything
out in the open before I lost my nerve. "Don't be mad, Jimmy. I'm
sorry if I let you down but I couldn't help falling in love with
Daddy. It wasn't his fault, not really. I wanted him as much as
he wanted me. We would have been a complete and happy family if
my mother had just kept quiet."

I had to tell him the truth about Daddy, my son's father. "He was
taken to court when my mother found out about my pregnancy. He
was sentenced to 10 years in prison because we loved each other
and I was pregnant with you. Suddenly he was gone and they
wouldn't even let me know where he was so I could visit him. He
was barred from ever contacting me again." My sadness showed and
Jimmy pulled me tighter into him.

"When you were born, Mum tried not to hate us but she wasn't very
good at pretending, and when I was 18, she went off with a man to
start her new life." I wasn't upset now, just angry at the memory
of her disapproval of me. She was my mother; she was supposed to
love me. "Mum refused to tell me where Dad was being held. When
she told me he had been released, you were 8 years old. I wanted
you to meet your father and for us to be a family but he had
changed his name to escape the newspapers reporters hounding him.
I didn't know his new name so I had no way of finding him when he
came out of prison."

Just then, the phone rang, and I was going to ignore it but Jimmy
released me and I rose wearily to answer it.

"Hello," I said flatly, and when Martin asked if I was alright, I
lied and told him yes. It was Jimmy's friend, that nice
16-year-old who worked tirelessly for the church and often helped
the elderly in their homes. Such a nice boy, so well-mannered and
polite, and I had encouraged his friendship with Jimmy two years
ago when he had first come round with some church pamphlets and
the Community Gazette.

"Will it be OK if I come round to visit the invalid?" Martin
asked jovially and I smiled then, saying of course he could. I
needed to go to ASDA today and so I asked Martin if he would stay
with Jimmy while I went shopping. "I'd be delighted," he said.
"Do I need to bring anything? Games or something?" he asked and I
realised again just how kind and thoughtful this boy was.

"He can't do anything with his hands, Martin, but thanks for
offering," I said. "If you could just keep an eye on him until I
get back, it would be a tremendous help."

"I'm glad to help, Helen," he said. I had told him a year ago to
start calling me Helen because I had been so impressed with his
mature and responsible ways. "I'll be round in about 15 minutes.
I've just got to check that my gran's OK and then I'll be with
you," and then he rang off. Such a nice boy!

Jimmy was naked under his bath-robe but I figured that I would be
back home from ASDA before Jimmy needed the toilet again so I
didn't see a need to dress him before Martin came. I promised
Jimmy that I would talk to him again after Martin had gone home
and tell him more about his father.

As promised, Martin arrived on time. A tall boy, 6 inches taller
than I was, he was well-built in a macho way but he had delicate
features which seemed to lead you away from the power of his
physique and bring you to the conclusion that he was more
sensitive than his rugged build suggested.

He carried a bunch of flowers and, as he handed them to me, he
said, "These are for the nurse," and he smiled. "This," he said,
holding up a large bar of chocolate, "is for the patient."
Jimmy's favourite chocolate! How nice was that?!

"Thankyou, Martin," I said and I kissed his cheek, making him
feel embarrassed. "I'll put these in water straight away," I
said. "Jimmy's in the living room. Go straight through."

When I brought the vase of flowers into the living room, Martin
was sitting next to Jimmy, feeding him some of the chocolate that
he had brought. I placed the flowers on the table and asked after
Martin's family and he gave a quick report on how well they were.

"I'll leave Jimmy to tell you about his accident and take myself
off to ASDA," I said. "Take anything you need, Martin, and thanks
again for sitting with Jimmy. I'll be about an hour so you
shouldn't have to do anything for him."

"Really, Helen, it's a pleasure. Take as long as you want. I'll
take care of him." Some woman was going to get a wonderful
husband when Martin fell in love.

After five minutes in the car, I remembered that I hadn't given
Jimmy his pain relief. I should have given him the suppository
and I'd forgotten about it with all the happenings at the
breakfast table. 'I mustn't forget when I get back home,' I
thought.

It was an hour and a half before I arrived home and I apologised
profusely to Martin for taking so long, but he brushed it off,
telling me again what a pleasure it was. He had to go though. He
had promised Mrs. Evans, the old woman at number 38, that he
would put a new bulb in her downstairs toilet.

I watched him leave and then put away the shopping, wondering
again how it could have cost so much. What else did I have to do?
Oh yes, Jimmy's suppository. I took the long pill from the
packaging and went into the living room to administer it.  He saw
me coming with it grasped between my fingers.

"Oh, I don't need it, Mum," he said and he looked decidedly
shifty. "It's not hurting at all."

"Come on, love, you know you have to take these twice a day," I
said gently but his face was red, I supposed with embarrassment.
Why was he making a fuss? He was OK with the first one that I
pushed inside him last night. What was wrong?

"Please, Jimmy, do it for me," I asked, giving him that face I
used to use on him when he was 6 and he wouldn't eat his
vegetables.

I opened his bath-robe and beheld that lovely soft dick and the
silky ball-sac which nestled so snugly between his thighs. 'Stop
looking, Helen!' I told myself. 'Just push the suppository where
it has to go.' I pulled his hips towards me and opened his legs
wide, pushing them upwards to see his bum-hole. It was red and
open! Spunk was oozing out! 'It can't be! It just can't!' I
thought. I touched his anal ring and felt the slimy liquid on my
fingers. It WAS spunk!

I looked into his face and his eyes were cast down. He knew I
would find the spunk. That's why he tried to stop me giving him
the suppository. It was Martin! Martin had fucked my little boy's
arse! My senses reeled at this discovery and a hundred questions
gathered in my mind. How long had he been doing this with Martin?
How did it start? Did Martin force himself on Jimmy? Wait, Jimmy
had not been surprised at how wonderful it was when I had first
sucked his dick. That's why. Martin had been giving my son
blowjobs! What should I do? What should I say? 'Keep cool, Helen!
Don't explode!'

Without a word, I pushed the suppository into his anus, using two
fingers instead of one to push it into Jimmy as far as I could. I
felt his anus grab my fingers and I wanted to finger-fuck him, to
give him real pleasure. He moaned as my fingers moved and I so
wanted to make love to him but all the greasy spunk inside his
rectum reminded me that he had a lover, a male lover who sucked
his dick and filled him with baby-seed. His insides were hot, his
love-tube so very slippery with his lover's potent spunk, but the
very fact of it aroused me.

I knelt between his legs with two fingers pushed deep inside my
son's recently fucked arse, and I lowered my head to take his
dick into my mouth. What conscience I had was gone now and my
lust was ruling me, urging me on to commit more incestuous acts
with my son. As I moved my fingers easily inside him, I
remembered fleetingly his father who had always liked me to do
the same with him when he came home with his bum filled with some
man's cum. I had done the same with Daddy, sucking his big cock
while rubbing my fingers against his prostate until he came in my
mouth.

But this was Jimmy, my beautiful son, and I was massaging his
prostate so that he too would fill my mouth with his boy-seed.

"Oh Mum!" he whispered, and I looked up to see that his eyes were
filled with that same lust which was driving me on to commit
these terrible sexual offences against my only son. "Lick me like
you did with Daddy! Fuck me harder, Mum, hurt me like Martin
does!"

The image in my head of Martin's cock deep inside my son made me
slam my fist hard against Jimmy's hole as I tried to get the last
millimetres of my fingers still further up inside his slippery
rectum. I licked his shaft hard and ran my tongue downwards to
force it hard between the balls in his ball-sac.

"Mum! Mum, I love you!" he moaned between gritted teeth and I
wanted to tell him that I loved him too but my mouth was busy
pleasuring him so I just moaned into his balls.

I took my two fingers out of him but replaced them with three
instead and when I forced them into him, he sighed, his eyes
closed and he muttered, "Oh yes, Martin!"

My knickers were soaked with my juices and I was producing more
every minute. His legs had tired and were now over my shoulders,
and I could feel his heels on my back, pulling me hard towards
him, wanting me to do more. I sucked his dick again, lapping the
pre-cum from his piss-slit with my tongue and his hips raised up,
forcing more of his hard shaft into my mouth. 'Yes, Jimmy! Make
me take your cock!' I screamed silently. What sensible thoughts
had been in my head were gone completely and had been replaced by
the desire for sexual gratification at any cost.

Jimmy's bandaged hand came to the top of my head and he pushed it
downwards, wanting me to go lower but I didn't know where. My
mouth released his dick and I ran my lips down to his balls but
he pushed my head lower and I knew what he wanted. I moved my
head down and lapped at his anus, tasting Martin's cum as it
oozed from Jimmy's gaping arse. He sighed as my tongue went
inside his gaping hole in search of more of his lover's seed and
I wiggled my tongue and pushed hard to get inside as far as I
could.

He became breathless as I probed his depths with my tongue and
his bandaged hand pulled my head forward, forcing my lips tight
against him and pressing my nose against his sperm-laden balls.
As I licked the walls of his rectum, he moaned loudly and I felt
its vibration through my tongue. It spurred me on, making me lick
faster and deeper and, because of my arousal, I realised that I
was neglecting his hot hard shaft. My arm went over his thigh and
I grasped his erection with fingers that now trembled, wanking
him vigorously.

"Yes, Mum! Oh yes, Mum!" he whispered hoarsely. My nose, pressed
hard against his ball-sac, breathed in the odour of boy, of
sperm, of young man arousal, and it was a heady wine. He raised
his hips clear of the settee and I had to follow him, my mouth
still pushed hard against him as my tongue searched for his
lover's spunk. His anal ring tightened around my tongue and I
knew that soon his dick would erupt and seed would shoot from his
knob.

Suddenly he froze, his bottom in mid-air, and his body became
rigid as every one of his muscles tensed up. He groaned and I
felt his dick jerk in my hand, and then his shaft pulsed as gobs
of hot spunk shot out from his pee-slit and splattered onto his
belly. His anus gripped my tongue as his body ejaculated his
boy-seed and I watched his face as he came. His eyes were closed,
his face contorted with the intensity of his orgasm, and I wanted
to hug him, to share his joy, but I had to stay where I was, my
tongue inside him and my hand still stroking his dick until there
was no more spunk to come, until his balls were empty.

He trembled as he finished ejaculating and I moved quickly to sit
next to him and hold him close to me. He leaned over towards me
and his head went under my chin, snuggling against the top of my
breasts. I knew what he needed then and pulled up my T-shirt and
bra so that he could suck my nipple. He latched on like a baby
and began to suck gently, his tongue teasing my nipple. As he
became sleepy, I looked at the mess he had made on his belly.
'Such a lovely mess!' I thought and used the fingers of my free
hand to run through the little puddles, coating my fingertips and
bringing them to my mouth to lick.

As I nursed my Jimmy, I thought about what Martin had done. He
had bummed my little boy, forced his cock up inside him, fucked
him hard and cum inside him. Had he kissed him? Had he made Jimmy
suck his cock first to make it wet? Did my Jimmy love sucking
cock? Did they fuck each other in turn or was it all one way?
These thoughts were arousing me and I moved my hand down inside
my pants, touching first my soaking wet pussy lips and then
rubbing my clit.

As my fingers worked, I imagined how it might have been. Jimmy
whispers, "Kiss me, Martin. Touch my dick!" While being kissed,
he touches the hardness in Martin's pants, wanting it hard and
hot, wanting it to fuck his little bottom. Martin pulls his pants
and underpants down to his ankles and then moves up, touching his
big knob against Jimmy's lips and my little boy opens his mouth
and takes his lover's cock deeply, licking it, making it wet so
that Martin can slide it inside his little arse easily.

'Oh Christ! I'm so worked up! This fantasy is making me too
excited!' What next? Jimmy is on his back, his legs held up in
the air on Martin's shoulders. Jimmy begs, "Please... please fuck
me, Martin! I want your cock!" I rubbed my cunt furiously then,
picturing Jimmy's face as his lover's cock is forced through his
sphincter, the wide knob first and then the inches of shaft
following until my son's little bowels are full of man-cock.

'You're making Mummy cum, Jimmy! You and your boyfriend are
making me hot!' I imagined Jimmy's face as Martin fucks his cock
in and out, lust taking over and making him moan with each thrust
of Martin's manhood. Jimmy is bent almost double as his lover
spears him again and again, his little bottom upturned and his
rectum forced wide open by the invading member. Martin's full
balls are banging against Jimmy's buttocks with each inward
thrust and I can hear the slap each time.

'Oh God, I'm nearly cumming!' Martin looks down into Jimmy's face
with love and he moves Jimmy's legs so that he can wrap them
around Martin's waist. I can hear it! "I love you, Jimmy!" he
whispers and he bends down to kiss my little boy's lips, pushing
his tongue into my son's mouth. Jimmy is sucking Martin's tongue
as his arse is being pounded. His own little dick is rock hard
because Martin's knob keeps hitting Jimmy's prostate, sending
shocks up and down my baby's spine.

'Breed him, Martin! Breed my little angel!' My body was shaking
and I tried my best to control it because I didn't want Jimmy to
wake but my cum was starting and I couldn't stop it. In my mind,
Martin's cock is belching out hot potent spunk into my little
boy's rectum, filling him with the seed that Jimmy needs so
badly. 'Fill his little cunt, Martin!' I screamed silently, my
body shaking with the intense orgasm that my fingers had
delivered.

Seconds later, it was all over. My knickers were sodden and I
took my hand out and licked the pungent-tasting sex juices from
my fingers. When I looked down at Jimmy, he was still asleep, his
lips still touching my long nipple. 'Oh you beautiful boy!' I
thought. 'How sexy you are!' He stirred then, and when I pushed
my nipple against his lips, his little mouth opened and the
nipple slid inside, and he sucked again contentedly.

Looking down into my son's face, I could see Daddy again. His
expressions were the same, his demeanour and gentleness just like
Daddy's. Now it seemed that his sexual activities also mirrored
his father's. I remembered so many times that Daddy had gone out
for the evening and then returned home less than two hours later
and come immediately to my bed. He would cuddle me, kissing me
over and over, highly aroused by what some man had just done to
him.

I didn't understand the attraction at the beginning because I was
only 12 but I came to understand how much he needed that contact,
that special connection that men had with each other. Funny
though, I never felt threatened by his need to have men fuck him.
He came straight home to me after each encounter and always told
me how much he loved me, and I believed him. On those occasions,
foreplay rarely happened except to make my pussy or bottom-hole
very wet so that he could plunge his cock into me and fuck me
vigorously.

I always loved how passionate he was after those outings, how
aroused he became by it, and he would sometimes ask me to put my
fingers inside him and feel "that man's spunk". I always did as
he asked and he would moan into my ear as my fingers moved around
inside him. I loved my father so much that I would have done
absolutely anything he asked of me. He loved me too and showed it
after each of these nights. After mounting me and fucking me
hard, he would cum inside me quickly but afterwards, he would
kiss and lick between my legs for up to half an hour, thinking of
nothing but pleasing me. I would become highly aroused by his
oral attentions and then he would rise up over me, pressing his
cock into me and making love in the most gentle way. His lips
kissed my face, my neck, my tiny breasts, and I felt so safe in
Daddy's arms as we made love. When he came inside me, we would
hold each other really tight and his hands would caress my body
as we came down from our respective highs. 'Oh Daddy! Why did
they have to take you away?'

Jimmy slept, my arm holding him, his lips to my breast. His
innocence was no more but he still looked angelic as he sucked
contentedly. So much like Daddy. What was I to do now? I loved
Jimmy as I loved Daddy and I knew what would happen if I allowed
myself to keep having sex with him. My head told me to stop doing
these things with him but my heart yearned for that contact. He
loved me, wanted me as a lover, and I had to admit that I wanted
him too. I wanted his dick in me. I wanted him to hump me at
every opportunity, to fuck my cunt and spray his seed in me. I
wanted him in my bed every time Martin fucked his little bum so
that I could push my fingers in his arse and feel the man-spunk
inside him, all slippery and warm. And I wanted him to fuck me
hard and roughly, just like Daddy did when he too had his bum
full of spunk. And afterwards, the gentle love-making between us,
the true love and not just lust.

I pushed some stray hair from my son's forehead and whispered
softly, "I love you, Jimmy." I would follow my heart, not my
head, but my only worry now was that we should never be found
out. If our relationship should be discovered, I would be locked
away and never see my Jimmy again. I knew that I would have to
speak to Martin, to make sure that he knew nothing of what had
happened between Jimmy and me. I also needed to know how he felt
about Jimmy. Was it just sex or did he care about my son?