A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                            by John P

                         Copyright© 2012


Chapter 5

It had been two days since I had brought Jimmy home from the
hospital and I pondered the life-changing circumstances which had
led us to our incestuous relationship. I had been the one to
initiate sexual contact, the one to blame for turning the
innocent nursing of my son into acts of incest. I couldn't shake
those feelings of guilt though, couldn't help feeling that I'd
corrupted Jimmy in some way.

Common sense told me that his relationship with Martin meant that
I hadn't robbed him of his childhood innocence, that he had
freely given himself to Martin and had received the older boy's
cock gladly, seeking him out on many occasions to experience more
of the same. Jimmy was not a victim of adult lust but a willing
partner and I scolded myself for having these feelings of guilt.

My inappropriate feelings for my son had first surfaced when I
started admiring his tiny little bum when he ran around naked
after his bath when he was only 9 years old. I had watched with
interest his dick, often imagining what it would look like when
he was 16, and then came my fantasies about how it might feel in
my hand. Would he be well-endowed when he became a man? Would he
masturbate a lot? What would my little boy's spunk taste like
when he started to make it? Would his first girlfriend love the
feeling when he fucked her the first time? What would it feel
like inside ME?

I had scolded myself for those base thoughts but since then, I
had often used the image of my handsome son fucking me with that
little dick and I had experienced such wonderful orgasms as I
diddled my clit in my lonely bed at night. Although I would never
have touched my Jimmy sexually then, those thoughts I had were to
make me hot for years in my night-time imaginings. But look
what's happened. I HAVE touched him, I HAVE tasted his spunk and
I HAVE let him cum inside me.

I was thinking all this as I made our Sunday morning breakfast
and Jimmy sat at the table, watching me as I flitted about the
kitchen, rattling pots and pans. I was dressed in bra and
knickers, and he wore underpants beneath his bath-robe but I was
conscious of his eyes on my arse each time I turned around. As I
did things at the sink, I turned my head around and his eyes were
firmly fixed on my bum.

"You like what you see?" I asked jokingly and he smiled,
answering, "Can I have some of that for breakfast instead of
fried eggs?"

I laughed then and said, "You can have some of that AFTER the
fried eggs if you want," to which he replied, "I don't know if I
can wait that long!" and he grinned. 'God! That boy's making me
horny!' I thought.

During breakfast, he asked again about his father. "How come your
mum didn't know what he was doing with you?" I told him the truth
about her job which took her away from home quite often and how
Daddy was unemployed then. "When she was away for days at a time,
I slept with Daddy every night. When she was at home, we had to
sneak around, loving each other when and where we could. She
didn't see it because she was too wrapped up in the job she liked
so much. Once I became pregnant with you, I had to tell her, but
I said it was a boy I hardly knew who I had sex with. She
believed it at first but I had become careless and she found a
pair of my knickers one day full of spunk and she knew that I
hadn't been out of the house. She knew who it was then and she
called the police and had Daddy arrested. That was the last time
I saw him. They took him away and Mum started hating me."

As I fed him his breakfast, he asked, "Did you want your father
to make you pregnant? Did he want you to have his baby?"

There was danger here. I couldn't say anything which might
suggest that he wasn't wanted so I had to frame the answer
carefully before I answered him.

"When I told Daddy that I was pregnant, he was over the moon
about it. Although I was only 12, I knew about birth control. I
think that I deliberately did nothing to prevent it, hoping that
somehow we could have you and continue our relationship. I didn't
want to think about my mother's reaction and I was too immature
to consider the consequences of what we'd done together. It was
stupid of me but I really thought that I could have Daddy every
night in my bed and Mum wouldn't mind, what with her important
job that kept her so busy."

He seemed satisfied with that and inwardly I sighed with relief.
"We wanted you, Jimmy, we really did, but your father could not
be there when you were born to hold my hand or to cuddle you. I
felt absolutely wonderful as soon as I saw you, when they placed
you on my chest for the first time. I cried about Daddy not being
there but I knew that having you would make things better for
me." Tears started forming in my eyes then and I looked away from
him as I wiped them away.

Jimmy said softly, "I’m sorry, Mum, I didn’t mean to upset you."

I pulled myself together and said, "It's nobody's fault. The
important thing is that I have you with me and I love you."

Sensing that the questions were now finished, I said brightly, "I
think I'd better look at that hand of yours. I think we can leave
the bandage off now."

We left the kitchen and I sat him down on the settee and began to
unwind the bandage from his hand. Although it was still badly
bruised, the grazes were all dried up and although it was painful
to move his fingers, he wanted the bandage leaving off. I put a
clean sling on him for his broken arm and then came the nursing
that he seemed to like most of all. It was time for the
suppository to be inserted.

As he positioned himself with his bottom on the edge of the
settee, I slid down his underpants and then reached over for the
long pill. He opened his legs wide and I saw that his dick was
semi-hard and his silky ball-sac hung down between his thighs. I
reached for a cushion and shoved it underneath him, making his
pert bottom higher and more visible. 'God! Look at his lovely
rosebud!' I thought and I hesitated before continuing with the
job I had to do.

"Are you going to make me all wet before you push it up me, Mum?"
he asked quietly and I nodded. "Will you use your tongue?" he
whispered. His face was serious, those soft dark eyes gently
pleading for me to pleasure him. With his bandage now removed, he
could manipulate his hand and he reached down to pull his dick
and balls upwards, holding them away from the lovely little
bum-hole which now seemed to wink at me.

As I moved my head forward, I could smell the soap which I had
used to wash him earlier. My nose pushed against his hand as I
began to lick around his anus and he sighed, but when I pushed
with the tip of my tongue against it, he pushed it out and
suddenly my tongue entered him and he moaned. I pulled out and
pushed in repeatedly, making him moan each time that my tongue
thrust into him. Then I paused long enough to insert the
suppository, and when it had disappeared up inside him, I
continued the tongue-fucking that he and I both found so
stimulating.

He let go of his dick and balls and began to stroke my hair with
his newly-freed fingers. I felt his warm ball-sac against my nose
and I used my fingers to caress his balls just like he wanted me
to. Through my hair, he stroked my ears with his fingertips and I
remembered when Daddy used to do the same. I was able to get
almost two inches of tongue inside him now and he writhed as his
excitement increased.

His dick was thickening and becoming longer as I tongued his
rosebud and I was also feeling the effects of our foreplay. My
knickers were already damp and I could feel my juices oozing out
of me and coating the gusset with even more hot slimy liquid. His
shaft was before my eyes and I watched it become fully erect and
begin to jerk with each beat of his heart. My free hand went
inside my knickers and I played with myself, rubbing my
fingertips between my sopping wet pussy-lips and then rubbing one
against my prominent clit.

Jimmy moaned and I looked up into his sweet face. His eyes were
half-closed as I pleasured him, his breathing laboured and
shallow. Then his eyes opened and he whispered hoarsely, "I need
to fuck you, Mum!"

Immediately I ripped off my wet knickers and climbed on the
settee, straddling his body so that he could reach my wet pussy
with his hot stiff dick. With no time to struggle with the clasp
of my bra, I roughly pushed up the cups so that my tits hung free
for my son to reach if he needed them. My hand went behind me to
grasp his dick and I directed his hot knob to my needy fuck-hole.
I wanted cock so badly, wanted my son inside me so much, that I
didn't notice at first the fingers which took my nipple between
them and squeezed it hard. The sharp pain reminded me that
Jimmy's hand was free now, free to touch his mum's body in any
way he wanted. He squeezed my breast too, weighing it in the palm
of his hand as his mouth went to suck the long nipple.

I pushed my hips down onto him and his dick slid inside me, and
he pushed up with his hips to penetrate me as far as he could. I
marvelled at the feeling as my man began to make love to me, to
fuck me as his gender dictated that he should. I was his female
and he would take me as nature intended that I should be taken,
filling me with the hot semen that would create a new life. It
was my duty, and his, to procreate and I warmed to that task
enthusiastically.

Now that his hand was unfettered, he used it to touch me, to
stroke my face and neck, to touch my hairless pussy as his dick
was forced up into me again and again. "Your pussy's beautiful,"
he whispered. "Just like a little girl's."

His bottom left the cushion and he pounded into me as I stayed in
position above him. I stroked his chest, toying with his nipple
and nipping it, pulling it out from his chest. He moaned but it
wasn't in pain. He liked it and I wondered for an instant if
Martin did that to him too when they made love.

"Play with yourself, Mum. Let me see you touch yourself!" His
voice was hoarse with his arousal and I did what he wanted me to,
stroking my clit as his eyes feasted on what my fingers were
doing to myself. "So hot!" he breathed, "so fucking hot!"

His dirty talk made me hot too and I wantonly displayed to my son
the pleasure that frigging my cunt gave me.

"Do you like it, Jimmy? Do you like seeing Mummy do dirty
things?" My arousal loosened my own tongue too and he watched
with unconcealed awe as his mother diddled her soaking cunt right
before his eyes. "I'm a dirty bitch, Jimmy! I love fucking my
innocent son!"

As his dick stroked the walls of my vagina, I could feel the
intense heat of the friction. I was on fire because of my son. I
was encouraging his corruption by using him for my sexual
gratification. It was wrong, I knew it was, but he made me feel
so good after all these years of abstinence. He needed me too, I
told myself, needed me to give him what he sorely missed. He was
a growing male with appetites that increased daily and I wanted
him to use me to fill his sexual needs.

His eyes almost closed and his face became contorted as he
approached ejaculation. I stopped movement then and he panted,
guttural noises coming from his throat. His thrusts suddenly
became harder, more aggressive, and I waited for his dick to
explode inside my wet and willing pussy.

"I'm cumming!" he cried and suddenly his dick was hard up inside
me, our pubic bones pressed hard together and held there. He
groaned between gritted teeth and I waited for the wonderful
feelings that I knew would come when my precious son ejaculated
deep inside me.

I felt his knob suddenly expand and the jerking of his dick
inside me heralded the beginning of insemination. As each gob of
hot spunk was pumped inside me, I felt the hot semen splash
against my cervix. A feeling of euphoria came over me and I
reacted immediately.

"Fill me up with spunk, Jimmy! Cum in Mummy's cunt!"

I diddled myself furiously, wanting to cum now while my son
spurted his potent sperm into me. My breathing became faster and
then it came like a train! I went rigid as my cum started and my
pussy clamped Jimmy's dick like a vice. Then I shook as the last
of Jimmy's spunk was pumped inside me. I went forward with my
elbows on each side of him and kissed him, savouring the
sweetness of those boyish lips.

When he was finished pumping his spunk into me, his eyes looked
steadily into mine and he whispered, “I love you, Mum," and I
pushed the hair from his forehead as I whispered, "I love you
too, Jimmy!" We kissed again, this time with the gentle affection
of lovers who had gone through their lustful activity and now
needed to rest. His dick had begun to soften and soon my soaking
cunt pushed it out, a dribble of his spunk following the
expulsion.

When my arms began to tire, I rolled off him and turned myself so
that I could take his soft dick into my mouth. It felt velvety in
its soft state and I savoured the flavours of our coupling, the
combined cum-juices that we had made during our incest. Jimmy's
fingers ran through my hair as I orally worshipped his dick and
he sighed as I cleaned him. I was conscious too of the spunk
which oozed from my pussy and I scooped it up and licked it from
my fingers.

When I was finished, I lay beside him, kissing his mouth and
pushing my tongue gently between his lips. He licked and sucked
my tongue, and after a minute, he released himself and whispered,
"We taste good, don't we?" and he smiled that boyish smile which
had always captivated me.

I had to ask. "Does Martin taste good too?" and he replied, "Yes,
but different," and he cuddled me in his arm.



Just after 1 o'clock, the phone went and I answered it. It was
Martin, asking if he could come round to visit the patient. He
would have been earlier, he explained, but he had to go to church
and look in on his grandma first. When I looked at Jimmy, he
nodded that yes, he did want Martin to come round and I passed
that on. Once I put the phone down, I asked what was likely to
happen.

"He'll want me again, Mum. He always wants me. Do you mind? I
mean if you'd rather he didn't..."

"No, Jimmy, I don't mind. You really want his cock, don't you?"
and he nodded, embarrassed by his admission.

A little shame-faced, he said quietly, "I can never seem to get
enough, Mum. Is there something wrong with me?"

I went over to him and hugged him. "Of course there's nothing
wrong with you. Your dad was exactly the same." I kissed his
cheek as a sign that I didn't mind but underneath I wondered if
the day would come when he didn't want me any more. Then I had an
idea.

"Would you like him to do you in my bed?" I asked and he looked
surprised. "If you get into my bed now, I can send him up to you
when he arrives. Then I'll make an excuse to go out and you
can... well, do what you want to with him."

His eyes lit up and his arm went around me. "I do love you, Mum."
He kissed me then, a kiss of deep affection and when he released
me, he said softly, "You won't be long, will you? I'll get rid of
him when he's finished so that I can be with you again." His
words cheered me considerably and suddenly my doubt was
dispelled.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up for your boyfriend," I said
and I took him upstairs to the bathroom to clean him of all the
evidence of our love-making.

When I tucked him up in bed, he said, "Don't be too long, Mum.
I'll need us to make love again when he's gone." He smiled at me
and I kissed his lips, reaching down to stroke his lovely dick
over the sheet which covered him. "Mmm, more!" he whispered,
trying to pull me down onto the bed with him.

"Stop that, young man!" I said with mock indignation. "Your
boyfriend will be here any minute! Do you want him to find you
with a hard-on?" and then we both laughed.

Suddenly he stopped laughing and spoke again. "Seriously, Mum,"
he said, "don't be too long."

As soon as I'd promised and we kissed again, the doorbell sounded
and I went downstairs to answer the door. There stood Martin,
muscular, and dressed in a white T-shirt which showed off his
body to perfection. His blue pants were tight fitting and showed
off his attributes very well. In his hands were more flowers and
another of Jimmy's favourite chocolate bars.

"Come in, Martin," I said and stepped aside to let him enter. I
promised myself that I wouldn't say anything to reveal the fact
that I knew what he and my son did when I wasn't there. "More
flowers?" I asked as he handed them over to me. "That's so nice,
Martin. Thankyou." As I looked for another vase, he asked how
Jimmy was and I told him that he felt better today and that his
bandage had now been removed. As I was talking, he was
distracted, looking into the living-room, trying to see my son.
"He's upstairs in my room, resting," I said. "You can go on up.
It's the second door on the left. I have to go out now, Martin,
and I'll be about an hour. Let yourself out when you've
finished..." and then I realised what I'd just said. "When you've
finished visiting him, I mean," I said, quickly recovering from
what could have turned into the revelation that I knew what was
going to happen between them.

I picked up my bag and the car keys and made for the door,
calling out, "Bye, Martin, see you later," as I closed the door
behind me. As I stepped into the car, I wondered how long it
would be before he climbed into my bed to make love to my son. I
drove to a local cafe to get a cup of tea and as I held the cup,
I wondered exactly what Martin was doing to my handsome son at
that precise moment.

Was Jimmy sucking his cock now, making it wet for easier
penetration? Would he actually ask Martin to bum him? Would
Martin be already buried deep inside my boy's arse, fucking him
and making him moan? Was Jimmy kissing him as he ploughed deeply
into him? Was my son begging Martin to fill his little bum with
manly spunk? 'Oh God, Helen! Fucking stop it or you'll go mad!'

I was becoming agitated as I thought about what they were doing
together in my bed. The strange thing was that I had invited them
to use my bed for their debauchery, even helping Jimmy to get
ready for Martin's visit. Even stranger was the fact that
thinking about what they were doing had made my juices flow and I
was now sat there in damp knickers. The whole thing was turning
me on but I wasn't sure that I wanted it to.

The clock in the cafe ticked slowly as I watched it, the fingers
moving slowly as I checked the time every couple of minutes. It
had been 32 minutes since I had first sat down and I worked out
in my head when I could leave and go back to the house. My
agitation continued and I squirmed on my seat from time to time,
checking the clock for the umpteenth time. 38 minutes now. 'I'll
pay for the tea and then go home. They must be finished by now.'

If I go home too soon, will I catch Martin leaving the house? Or
will he still be bumming my little angel when I walk in? Will I
hear Jimmy's cries as Martin cums inside him? Dare I go upstairs
to watch them making love? Would Martin be angry or scared if I
saw him having sex with Jimmy?

I went to the counter, paid for my tea and walked swiftly to the
car. As I stepped into it, my thoughts were again in my bedroom.
Had Martin taken my son from behind as he knelt on all-fours? Had
Jimmy laid on his back and been face to face with Martin as he
received his manly prick into his bum-hole?

As I started the car, I became aware of the hot dampness in my
knickers and I put my hand down my pants and pulled them from
between the lips of my soaking pussy. Thinking about what the two
boys must be doing was making me so horny and, as I drove away
from the cafe, I just hoped that I could get home safely without
crashing the car.

Driving the short distance home, I thought about my son and
reflected on the similarities between father and son. The
difference was that Daddy went with strangers I never met, yet
Jimmy was with a boy I introduced him to. Therein lay the
problem. Faceless men were no threat, I thought, but Martin...
well Martin was somebody I knew, a boy I respected, a
church-goer. 'Oh Daddy. How I wish you were here to help me
handle this.'

I drove onto the driveway next to the house and stopped the
engine. I sat for a moment and considered what I should do. My
bedroom was at the back of the house so they would not have heard
the car drive up. Would I hear moaning when I opened the front
door? I finally decided it was time to see and I took my courage
in my hands, walked to the front door and put the key in the
lock.