A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                            by John P

                         Copyright© 2012


Chapter 4

During the rest of that day, I spoon-fed him, cared for him as a
mother should, and nursed him, changing bandages on his bruised
and grazed hand. Our eyes would meet frequently and although no
words of love passed between us, the air was filled with tension.
There were no rules, no protocol that governed incestuous
behaviour. It was feral, some would say uncivilised, and when we
came within reach of each other, his hand would touch my breast
or I would stroke his bottom or feel his crotch.

After I had bathed him prior to going to bed, I got into the bath
myself and he watched me as I washed myself. He sat on the lid of
the toilet bowl, naked, and I felt awkward at first being under
my son's gaze but soon I found myself deliberately displaying
myself to him, overtly pushing my hips out to inflame his desire
by wantonly showing off my hairless pussy as I washed it. I was
behaving like a slut, shamelessly showing off my body to a young
boy. When it came to washing my bottom, I turned around and
opened my legs wide so that he could clearly see what I was
doing. I ran my fingers up and down my bum-crack and I imagined
what his face looked like when I pushed a finger up inside my
bottom-hole and moved it up and down in a fucking motion.

When I turned around again, his bandaged hand was rubbing his
erect dick and it was my turn to stare. "Look, Mum," he said
softly. "See what you're doing to me." I knew that I was
responsible for his condition but I didn't know what to say. He
went on, "You're so beautiful, Mum." His eyes were full of love
and I instantly regretted my display of sluttishness. I adopted
my usual business-like attitude at once to hide my true feelings
and said, "I'd better get dried and then we can go to bed." There
would be no more behaving like a prostitute, I decided, no more
teasing him with my body. He loved me, didn't he?

Once he was in bed, I arranged the pillow for his broken arm and
climbed into bed beside him. The light stayed on because I wanted
to talk.

"Do you want to talk about you and Martin?" I asked and his eyes
left mine. My hand went to his chest and I stroked it with my
fingertips, waiting for an answer. None came so I tried to coax
him. "Sex between men and boys isn't shameful, Jimmy. I just
wondered how the two of you started." My fingers touched his
nipple and it became erect at once.

"I love you, Jimmy. Nothing can change that!" I said and his eyes
came back to mine.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked and I nodded. I pushed his
hair away from his forehead and kissed his nose.

"Yes, I do," I said gently. "The world won't like it but I do
love you. You must never tell anybody about us, not even Martin."

"I haven't told him, Mum. I wouldn't!" he said, quite offended at
the suggestion. After a few silent seconds, he said, "Martin
couldn't say anything about it anyway, even if he knew."

"How do you know that, love?" I asked and he began to tell me
why.

"Because he doesn't want anybody to know about the things he does
to me," he said simply. I remained silent while my fingers
stroked his nipple and he went on to tell me what those things
were.

"We used to ride our bikes together... you know, delivering the
church magazines and the free papers. And once we'd finished, we
used to go for a ride up to the old quarry on Knotts Lane.
There's a lake up there and we used to take all our clothes off
and swim." He looked guilty then, probably because he had never
told me about it. "And we used to... kind of... well... look at
each other's... bits. And we both got stiffies..." He looked
embarrassed then but when he saw no reaction from me, he carried
on.

"Martin asked if he could touch it... you know... my dick... and
I mumbled yes. Nobody had ever touched me before and it felt
great when he moved the skin back and forth. And he asked if I
wanted to touch him too and I said yes straight away. It was big,
Mum, really long and thick." He paused and looked at me again,
then continued. "He showed me how to wank him, how to make him
feel good, and while I did it, he kept wanking me too. Then with
his free hand, he lifted my chin and touched his lips to mine. I
hadn't done any kissing before so I didn't know what to do but he
showed me how to open my lips so that he could push his tongue
into my mouth. It was the weirdest feeling having his tongue in
my mouth but it felt nice and I started to suck it."

'Oh Jimmy, you're making my pussy wet!' I thought.

"Then he said he was 'cumming' and I didn't know what he meant so
he told me to keep wanking him and I watched as he went stiff and
white stuff shot out of the end of his cock and splashed on my
belly. 'Keep going!' he said because I was going to stop because
I thought he was ill. I kept wanking him and more of the white
stuff kept pumping out. When it stopped pumping, some had
splashed on my hand and my dick. When he had finished, he took my
hand off his cock and licked off the white stuff. I thought that
was gross but he said it really tasted good and wouldn't do any
harm."

My pussy was becoming wetter as his story unfolded but I refused
to frig myself as long as he kept talking. "Then he did something
I didn't expect," he said. "He got on his knees and licked all
the white stuff off my belly and swallowed it! Then even more of
a surprise, he kissed my dick and then put his lips around it and
pulled me to him so that he had all of it in there. He sucked me,
Mum, he really sucked my dick and made me feel wonderful!"

I pictured it, a little boy of 12 and an almost adult
15-year-old, each enjoying the intimacy of sex together. The
touching, the kissing and finally the joy of ejaculation.

"He kept sucking it, licking my knob and playing with my balls.
And then I felt funny and thought I was going to pee. I had to
tell him. I didn't want to pee in his mouth. 'Martin!' I said and
tried to push him off. 'Martin! I'm going to pee!' He held my
buttocks tight then, pulling me closer to him and holding me in
place. I couldn't stop it, Mum. I couldn't stop the pee and then
the shaking started. I started shaking terribly but Martin held
me still, still sucking on my dick."

'My poor Jimmy!' I thought. 'Your first cum! How sweet!'

"When I finished shaking, Martin opened his mouth and he showed
me his tongue. There was clear stuff there, a bit milky, and he
tasted it and then swallowed. When I asked him what it was, he
told me that it was spunk, baby-juice, semen, what men squirt
into girls to make babies. I never knew, Mum. I'd played with
myself in bed but hardly anything came out; I just got the good
feeling. Then Martin held me in his arms and kissed me again and
my arms went around him too and I kissed him back."

After a pause, he asked, "Was it wrong, Mum? Should I have let
him do it?"

I considered carefully and said what I knew to be true. "Sex is
wonderful, Jimmy. It's an expression of love and as long as
nobody is hurt by it or forced to do it when they don't want it,
it's normal to enjoy it."

He considered my reply and then went on, "We used to do it all
the time after that. Anytime we could get away on our bikes, we
would go to the quarry and do it all again. We used to lie down
in the grass and wank each other but I wanted to try what Martin
had done with me. I wanted to see what it felt to put a dick in
my mouth. He wasn't sure that I'd like it but if I really wanted
to, I could. It was weird at first but he taught me to suck and
lick, and soon I really began to enjoy the feel of his big cock.
He was so gentle with me, Mum, so loving. When he was going to
cum, he pulled it out of my mouth and came all over his belly.
When I asked why he didn't fill my mouth, he said, 'You might not
like the taste, Jimmy'. Instead he let me scoop some off his
belly and taste it. It was different but not at all unpleasant
and I finally licked his belly clean."

That sweet Martin! So nice, so loving and protective of my young
son. I always knew that there was something special about that
boy but I never figured it would be a loving sexual relationship
with my son.

"After a few weeks, he started to tell me about more that we
could do together and I asked him what it was. We were kissing
and he started to touch my bum-crack, running his fingers up and
down it. We had finished our naked swim so I knew I would be
clean there. Then he touched my bum-hole and a jolt suddenly went
through me and I started. He stopped kissing me and asked, 'Did I
hurt you, Jimmy? I didn't mean to!' and he looked sad. 'No,' I
said, 'it made me jump, that's all.' I kissed him as his fingers
went to my bum-hole and I felt the jolt again, this time enjoying
the tingling that came with it. Then he pushed the tip of his
finger against it and I felt it go up inside me. It was exciting,
thrilling even, and Martin was doing it to me because he must
have known how nice it would be for me."

Jimmy's eyes were full of love as he told his story and I was
trying to pull back on the reins of my jealousy. I was
unreasonably envious of their relationship; the fact that Martin
knew my son carnally before me was something I would have to live
with. Although the word 'love' had never been expressed by either
of them, I knew that it was the feeling that Martin had for
Jimmy. He loved my boy unconditionally and I had no right to take
that away from him.

"Then," he went on, "he got up and got something from his jacket,
a tube of something, and then he lay down with me again. As we
kissed, he was unscrewing the cap of the tube and he squeezed
some clear jelly stuff onto his fingers and touched my bum-hole.
I didn't know what it was then but he rubbed it around and
suddenly his finger went right up my bum. I panicked but Martin
soothed me by saying that it wouldn't hurt. He kept pushing his
finger into me and then almost pulling it out and then pushing in
again.

"After a few minutes, he used two fingers, telling me to push out
my bum-hole to make them go in easier. It worked, and soon he put
three fingers up my bum. It felt really nice, being stretched out
like that. Then he said, 'Can I make love to you properly, Jimmy?
Like men do with girls?' I didn't fully understand what he meant
but I had a good idea of what he wanted to do. I was scared
though and I think he could see it in my eyes. 'I'll stop if you
don't like it, Jimmy. Do you trust me?'

"I nodded but I wasn't sure. He laid me on my back and opened my
legs wide, then placed my legs in the crook of each arm. Soon his
knob touched my bum-hole and I tensed up because I feared that my
little bum was far too small for something the size of his cock.
'Push out, Jimmy, just like before,' he whispered and as I pushed
out, I felt his knob start to open up my little hole.

"He went really slow and then he stopped. 'Are you alright,
Jimmy?' he asked and I said I was. Then he pushed a little more
and I guess that his knob went through my ring. It hurt a bit as
that happened and he stopped again. My bum felt like it was split
open but he said that the worst was over and it would feel really
nice from now on. Then he pushed some more and I felt his cock
opening up my insides as it went in inch by inch. Then I felt his
cock hair against my balls and he started to fuck me nice and
slow."

My Jimmy described losing his virginity so well that my cunt was
oozing juice and I moved my leg over his so that my wet pussy was
pressed against his thigh. With me having shaved off all my pussy
hair, we were skin to skin and my juice was being smeared over
his thigh.

"He kissed me as he fucked me, Mum, and made me feel wonderful. I
wanted his cock, wanted more of it as each minute went by. If
this was making love, I wanted more of it, much more of it. I
felt so full when he thrust it into me and so empty when he
almost pulled it out. Is that how it is for girls, Mum? Is it
really that wonderful?"

I remembered Daddy's thick cock inside me; that full satisfying
feeling each time that he fucked his cock into me and the love
that went with each thrust.

"Yes, Jimmy, that's exactly how it is for girls too," I said
softly. "Having some man to love you like that is the best
feeling you'll ever have."

He went on, "He let go of my legs and I wrapped them around his
waist and tried to pull him into me so that he would go even
deeper. Then he fucked me harder and I could feel the friction
inside me making me hotter for him. He sped up and then suddenly
rammed himself hard against me for the last time and I felt his
cock expand inside me and then it started to jerk. He groaned,
'Oh Jimmy!' and I felt his cock keep pulsing inside me. He was
cumming in me, Mum! He was spraying his spunk up my bottom! I
held him tight as he filled me with his hot spunk and I swear I
could feel each shot hit me inside. He kissed me and I responded
as we held each other tight and his cock just kept jerking. When
it finally stopped jerking, we just lay there, looking into each
other's eyes. 'You were wonderful,' he said and I almost wanted
to cry."

He was beginning to become emotional so I put my arm around him
and hugged him. I shifted slightly and kissed his forehead, my
pussy smearing more of my sex-juice around his thigh.

"Since then, he's fucked me in other positions too, like from
behind, on my hands and knees or laid down flat. He does it to me
every time we're together and I always love it. He always makes
sure that I cum too, usually by sucking me. I make proper spunk
now, lots of white stuff instead of just the milky stuff. He
likes the taste of it and always swallows it all."

I needed cock too and, sensing that his story was finished, I
started to run my fingers over his stiff shaft and down to his
ball-sac, hefting his balls in my palm. He kissed my forehead and
soon our lips met and he pushed his tongue between my lips,
pressing it against my teeth and gums to taste the inside of my
mouth. I rubbed my pussy against his thigh as I became more
aroused and soon I was panting like a bitch in heat. I wanted
him. I wanted my darling son's dick inside me.

"Fuck me, Jimmy?" I whispered and he whispered back, "Oh yes,
Mum! Oh yes!"

I rose up and straddled his waist, moving back until I could feel
his knob against my pussy. I grabbed his stiff cock and held it
steady as I started to move down onto it. His knob started to
split my pussy-lips. I was soaking wet down there and his pre-cum
joined my own sex-juice to make the penetration easy. Once I had
myself centred, I pushed down and impaled myself on my darling
Jimmy's stiff hot cock. How wonderful it was to feel his cock
inside me again.

He moaned as my wet cunt enveloped his hardness and I bent
forward to offer my breasts to him. I moved slowly back and
forth, feeling his cock rubbing against the walls of my vagina. I
was astride my Jimmy, my only son, riding him gently and watching
the expression on his face. I stopped for a few seconds and began
to flex my cunt muscles against his hard dick. He looked up at me
in surprise as he felt the flexing and I could feel his dick jump
inside me.

Bending further forward, I pushed my little tits into his face
and he began to kiss them. His lips caressed the underside of
each breast and he licked the skin with the flat of his tongue. I
began to ride him again, this time at an angle to increase the
pressure on one side of his dick. Then I changed the angle and
applied pressure elsewhere but he began to hump back at me,
lifting his hips off the bed.

"Ohhh Jimmy!" I moaned. "Fuck Mummy! Fuck your mother's hot
cunt!" I was hot and couldn't stop myself talking dirty. Daddy
always liked it, especially when I pretended that I was an
innocent girl of 8. "That's right, Jimmy! Just like that! Shag
me, shag Mummy's pussy!"

He was thrusting hard into me now, without any thoughts of
finesse or technique. His lips and teeth encircled my long nipple
and his tongue flicked it but soon his teeth were biting it
gently. The stimulation increased as he began almost chewing it
but the cock beneath me kept drawing my attention away from the
pain that he was inflicting on me. Then his mouth left my nipple.

Out of the blue came his voice, "Do you like my cock, Mummy? Is
it nice inside you?"

I was thrown for a second but I soon rallied. "Yes, baby boy, I
love it!" I said breathlessly.

Then he went one better. "Can I cum in your cunt, Mummy? Can your
little boy shoot his spunk in you?" Christ, he was making me cum
just listening to his dirty talk!

I raised myself upright and said, "Look, Jimmy, look at your cock
fucking Mummy's cunt!" and I used my fingers on both hands to
open my pussy-lips wide so that he could see himself fucking his
mother. "Cum in me! Cum in my cunt! Watch Mummy play with
herself!" and I started to rub my clit with one finger. He
watched intently as I diddled myself but his humping of me
continued.

I felt myself edging closer to my orgasm but I wanted to wait for
my Jimmy. My breasts bounced gently each time he slammed his
crotch into mine and he looked from my breasts and then back to
his cock pounding my pussy alternately. He began moaning louder
and I knew that he was close so I frigged myself faster.

"Jimmy!" I cried. "I'm cumming!"

"Mum, I love you!" he cried and suddenly his dick expanded inside
me and I felt my little boy's cock jerk inside my hot cunt. I was
cumming and the muscles in my pussy clamped down on his dick as
the wave of orgasm passed through my body. My teeth were gritted
and the groan came from my throat as I felt my cum-juice flooding
my cunt.

His cock pulsed as each spurt of his spunk shot into me. "Yes,
Jimmy, fill me. Fill Mummy with spunk!" I cried and I collapsed
onto his chest, keeping most of my weight off him by taking my
weight on my elbows on the mattress.

"I love you, Jimmy!" I said and I felt his arm go around me. His
spunk was being pumped into me as I lay there and I felt so...
happy. For all I knew, he could have been breeding me that night
but just then, I revelled in the delightful boy-cock which might
one day make a baby in me.

Once his cock had finished pulsing, we lay still and he whispered
in my ear, "I really do love you, Mum!" and he kissed my ear.

As the last of his sperm dribbled into my pussy, I turned my face
to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. I looked into his eyes
and whispered to him, "I love you too, Jimmy," and he began to
nibble my lips with his own. We kissed each other gently with
great affection rather than lust but soon I had to roll off and
lay beside him. I wanted to hold his hand but the bandages
prevented that. Instead, I stroked his chest and then went down
his body to stroke his wet cock.

"You came in me, Jimmy. Your seed is inside me now," I said
softly. "I hope you'll want to do it again," and I kissed his
chin and then his nose.

His eyes were closing but I had one more thing to do before we
slept. I rose up and shuffled down the bed so that I could reach
his dick with my mouth and I licked it, cleaning our mixed juices
from his soft shaft and around his knob. My little boy's dick was
clean now but his sperm swam around my insides, each one looking
for an egg to fertilise. When I lay back down beside him, he was
fast asleep so I cuddled him until I too drifted off into sleep.



When I woke, the room was full of light; the thin curtains did
little to darken the room in daylight. Jimmy's face was turned
away from me so I rose carefully and stood over him, watching him
sleep. My innocent angel breathed softly as he slumbered and I
smiled at the realisation that his sperm were still swimming
around inside me, looking for any chance to make me pregnant.

I knelt beside him and pushed the hair away from his eyes. My
baby boy... how could I still be thinking this when he had filled
me with spunk the night before? But he WAS my baby in my head and
I would never be able to see him as anyone else, but in truth, I
couldn't deny the stirrings within me that wanted him to breed
me, to feel his cock inside me spurting life-making seed deep
into my womb.

I had denied my feelings of carnal love for him but the time for
suppressing those feelings was over. I had told him that I loved
him and I meant it, and I had opened my legs wide for him so that
he might fulfill my desires to be a complete woman again. My last
contact with a man had been more than two years ago and I had
resigned myself to caring for my son and also the hope that one
day my father might find us and he could give me the kind of love
that I had craved since his forced departure from me.

Now my son had taken the place of my father and he loved me in
the same way, both emotionally and sexually. I couldn't help
thinking about Martin too. He was my son's lover too and although
I felt uneasy about sharing Jimmy with someone else, I came to
the almost inevitable conclusion that he would be like his
father. He would go with men sometimes but he would always
quickly come home to me, to make love to me in an already highly
aroused state.

The odd thing I couldn't shake from my thoughts was the desire to
see them together. I wanted to see them performing their sex
acts, wanted to watch my Jimmy's face as he was being fucked by
Martin. I had never seen my father with the men who used him but
I had often pictured how it might have been. I was a child then
and trusted my father, never questioning his loyalty to me. Now
though, as an adult, doubts clouded my mind. Would Jimmy rush
home and show me his ravaged bottom after he'd just been fucked?
Would he want to take me to bed and make love to me straight away
like Daddy used to do? Would he want to share another man's spunk
with me as we made love? Or would sex with Martin be all he
needed? 'Oh Daddy. Why aren't you here to help me?'

I looked over my son's body. His chest, those little nipples and
that cute belly-button that I often used to blow into when he was
very young. As I moved the sheet down, I saw his downy pubic hair
that had begun to sprout just a year ago and I stroked it,
feeling the softness. Soon the hair would become coarse and
manly, and I had to face the fact that my little boy would become
a man one day.

His dick came into view too and it was soft. I wanted to kiss it,
to hold it in my mouth and suck like a baby does with its
mother's nipple. It was different with Daddy. He was a man, an
adult with a large cock who wanted it to be sucked prior to sex.
My feelings for Jimmy were quite different. I wanted to please my
little boy as the child he was, not as the rampant stud my father
was. It was confusing and I couldn't quite bring the two ideas
together rationally but the one common denominator was cock. I
needed cock.

I pulled the sheet completely from Jimmy and climbed back into
bed beside him. I sat up and then leaned back against the
headboard, pushing a pillow behind my back. My naked breasts were
small but perky and firm, the nipples long and thick. I wanted to
be his mother just now, wanted to hold him in my arms and feed
him.

Just then his eyes opened and after a few seconds to focus, he
was awake. He looked at me and smiled but his eyes fixed on the
breasts that I so wantonly flaunted. I took a breast in one hand
and asked him, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, Mum," he replied with a wry smile. "I'm always hungry," and
then he shuffled to my lap and lay on his back so that his lips
could reach my proffered nipple. I held his head in the crook of
my arm as he 'latched on' and I watched his lips move as he
sucked. His sucking was arousing, especially as he looked into my
eyes as he was being 'fed'. My hand went down his body and I
touched his semi-hard dick, stroking it gently as he suckled.

He lay there as I fingered him and soon a full erection filled my
hand. He opened his legs slightly and I fondled his silky
ball-sac, feeling his sperm-filled balls with the tips of my
fingers. Were they full again after last night? I took his shaft
between fingers and thumb and started to wank him gently. I was
seeing to the welfare of my young son, I told myself. Wanking him
while I breast-fed him was surely what loving mothers should do
for their sons.

His sucking on my nipple became more intense as his arousal
increased but, like a good mother, I held him close to the
breast. We looked into each other's eyes with expressions of love
as my fingers gently moved his foreskin back and forth. Still
looking into his eyes, I whispered, "I love you, Jimmy," and
although his mouth was occupied, his eyes told me that he loved
me too.

Our eyes never left each other after that, not even when his hips
bucked and his seed shot out of his knob to splatter and form
little puddles all over his belly. His lips remained attached to
my nipple as he came, although his eyes did flicker for an
instant when his balls tightened and his boy-spunk shot into the
air. Although I wanted to see him cum, I denied myself the
pleasure, knowing that our bond might be broken if I were to look
away at that moment.

When the spunk had stopped shooting, I massaged his dick as it
shrank, rubbing into his skin that spunk which had dripped onto
my fingers as the last dribbles oozed out of his knob. He was
calm then, peaceful, his balls empty of their potent contents,
and he suckled contentedly on the comforting nipple of his
mother. Surprisingly I had not wanted him to fuck me during the
time that had just passed but I knew equally well that I would
want his dick another time, but then it would be as a lover.