A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                              by John P

                           Copyright© 2012


Chapter 6

As I entered the house, I listened but heard nothing. Leaving my
bag and keys on the table, I ventured towards the staircase,
listening all the while for any sounds of sexual activity. As I
climbed the stairs, I virtually tip-toed, trying my hardest not
to give away the fact that I was home. I padded towards my
bedroom and listened intently but heard nothing. My door was open
and I peered in to find Jimmy laid on his back, with his feet
together and his knees splayed out each side of him on the bed. A
pillow had been placed under his hips which tilted up his bottom
and I gasped as I saw the state he was in.

He looked at me then, his eyes brightening when he saw me. "Mum,"
he said. "I'm so glad you're back." I rushed to him and held him
and he kissed me. I kissed him too, groping his groin and
stroking his erection. "I'm full of spunk, Mum. Martin filled me
again," he whispered between kisses. "Fuck me, Mum, fuck me now,"
he said pleadingly and I stood up to strip myself as fast as I
could.

He watched me undress, stroking his dick as he watched my tits
come into view, and when I took off my wet knickers, he stared at
my hairless pussy with the same lust I had always seen in Daddy's
eyes. "You want this pussy?" I asked coquettishly, smiling at
him. "I'm all wet there, Jimmy. I've been thinking about you and
Martin, what you've been doing to each other. Let me see you,
Jimmy, let me see what Martin did to you."

I was the one pleading now, looking down between my son's thighs
to see his red-raw bum-hole which still gaped open. His hand went
down to pull at his buttock so that I could see better the spunk
which had begun to ooze from his ravaged arse-hole onto the
pillow beneath. I stared and, incapable of tearing my eyes away
from this sight, my hand went to my pussy and I fingered myself.
I had been so aroused by my thoughts while I was out that coming
home and seeing the actual results of my son having a man-cock
cum inside him led me to this immediate need to cum myself.

'No!' I told myself. 'Jimmy needs me now. Don't be selfish!' I
lay belly down on the bed between Jimmy's legs and sniffed at the
spunk which continued to dribble from his open hole. When I
licked the spunk and forced my tongue up inside him, he moaned
out loud, calling my name softly. The semen was strong, a real
man's spunk, and I lapped all I could from his hole, swallowing
and searching for more.

"Oh Mum, it feels so good!" he said and I reached around his
thigh to grasp his hot stiff dick. I wanked him slowly as my
tongue pleasured him and in between times, I licked his silky
ball-sac, moving his balls around with my tongue. Back to his
hole, then again to his balls. He was too aroused, too excited to
make this any kind of gentle love-making. He needed raw sex now
and so did I.

I stopped then and Jimmy looked at me with surprise. I needed
fucking. I was desperate now to have cock inside me. "Get up,
Jimmy. Quick, get off the bed." He rose at once and I swiftly
climbed onto the bed, on my hands and knees and with my head
against the headboard. "Hold onto my shoulder, Jimmy! Quick,
darling, fuck me from behind!"

He climbed on the bed and knelt behind me, his only available
hand struggling to hold onto me to keep his balance while trying
his best to place his knob against my needy hole. When I felt my
son's hot knob against my cunt, I waited with bated breath for
the penetration I so loved. He pushed forward and I sighed with
pleasure as each inch of boy-cock sank into the depths of my wet
and hungry pussy.

Within seconds, I was impaled. His soft pubic hair was pressed
hard against my hairless pussy and I held still for a moment,
savouring the feeling of our incestuous coupling. He had never
been so deep before and I supposed that he too was surprised by
how far his knob reached inside my wet cunt. I reached down
between my legs and felt his balls full of sperm, the core of his
masculinity, and I wanted all those sperm to be injected into me
in the hot spunk which I knew he produced. He was the dominant
male and I was his submissive female. He was on top where the
male should be; it felt right!

"Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck Mummy with your big cock!" I couldn't wait
any longer; the time for savouring the feeling was past. I needed
my son to fuck me hard, to take me because I was a bitch in heat,
I was HIS bitch.

His hand went from holding onto my shoulder and he rested himself
on my back, his hand reaching underneath me to fondle my breast.
What joy! He had one hand free now that the bandage was no longer
a problem and I sighed as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple
hard. He twirled the long nipple, pulling it now and then away
from my chest. His head was next to my ear and he whispered, "I
love you, Mum. I love you so much!"

He had developed the rhythm and fucked me hard, and I pushed my
hips back at him each time he thrust into me. I moved my head
from the headboard and onto the pillow and I felt my Jimmy lift
up and grab the headboard to steady himself as he ploughed deeply
into me.

"You like this, Mum? You like your son fucking you, don't you?"
Jimmy was saying between his gritted teeth. "I can see what I'm
doing to you. I can see my cock going in and out of your pussy,
Mum! I'm like Dad now, aren't I?"

My hand was beneath me now, diddling my clit as my son's dick
pounded my cunt. Then I touched his wet shaft with my fingers as
it kept being forced into me, feeling the thickness of it as he
relentlessly fucked me. 'Incest!' my mind screamed but I blanked
it out, ignored it, refused to let it spoil the joy that I felt.
My son was fucking me, giving me the pleasure that I had denied
myself all those years and I wasn't going to tell him no.

"Jimmy!" I cried. "Jimmy, keep doing it, darling. Keep making me
feel like this!" My senses were reeling with the sensation that
his cock was giving me and everything else had faded into
obscurity. He was giving me cock, incestuous cock, and the rights
or wrongs of what we were doing had now been forgotten.

"Cum in me, Jimmy! Let me feel you cum in me!" I said and I heard
him say, "Oh yes!"

I was close to cumming and my juice-soaked fingers rubbed my clit
more aggressively. His breaths came now in short gasps and I came
just before he did. From my throat came a guttural sound as my
body tensed and the wave of my orgasm began to wash over me. My
pussy tightened over my son's cock and he forced it through my
tense muscles, forced his cock deep into my pussy and held his
pubic bone tight against my buttocks as he began to cum too.

"Mum! I'm cumming in you!" he managed to cry out before I felt
his cock expand and then jerk for the first time. Then it pulsed
over and over as he pumped his spunk deep inside me.

"I can feel it!" I cried and the feeling of that hot spunk
splashing inside me made me shudder. 'He's breeding me! My son's
breeding me!'

His groaning was loud, feral, animalistic, and I felt for the
first time that he was in charge. He was the male and I was his
female; he was the lion and I his lioness. He was breeding me and
I was convinced that it should be so.

I remained still throughout the pumping of his semen into my body
and even when the pulsing stopped, I didn't move. The last
dribbles of his spunk would drain from his cock and it was my
desire that his balls should be completely emptied into me. He
collapsed onto my back but made sure that his cock stayed firmly
inside me. His hand dropped onto the bed and I took it and held
it, kissing it and saying how much I loved him.

As his cock softened, my body began to expel it and when it was
finally forced out of me, he rolled off and lay next to me. From
my position on hands and knees, I bent down to kiss him and he
looked at me with those soft eyes. "You really make me love you!"
he whispered and I moved to lie beside him, content that all his
boy-sperm were safely swimming around inside me.

We cuddled then for several minutes, his arm around me and mine
over him. We kissed gently and exchanged words of love as we came
down from our respective highs. I was comfortable with him as a
lover now and he seemed just as happy with our new relationship.
He was at the beginning of his sexual maturity and I was young
enough to still need the satisfaction of a man's constant sexual
attention. I would need Jimmy's cock for years to come but I did
wonder briefly if Martin would be my adversary, if he would
spirit my son away with the cock that I could not offer him.

Wait! I suddenly remembered. I most certainly DID have a cock!
The strap-on dildo that Daddy bought me all those years ago to
fuck him with. It was upstairs in my bedroom, unused, at the back
of the wardrobe. Why hadn't I thought about it before? I'd love
to fuck my little boy with that!

Jimmy was becoming drowsy so I leant up on one elbow and bent
over him, placing my nipple to his lips. He opened his lips and
took the long nipple, closed his eyes and began to suckle. I
squeezed my breast, wishing that I had real milk with which to
feed him. I stroked his forehead as he dropped off to sleep.



We had dinner about 6:30 and I had washed up the plates when
Jimmy came up behind me, put his arm around my waist and started
to kiss the side of my neck. I responded to him, turning my head
to kiss his lips, and soon his hand went inside my bra, his hand
closing around my breast. His erection felt hot against my
buttocks as he gently toyed with my breasts and I reached behind
me to feel his stiffness through his underpants. The clean
knickers I had put on after our last bout of rutting were
becoming soiled as I felt the juices of my arousal beginning to
make another damp spot. 'Oh Jimmy. Why do I feel this way when
I'm near you?'

When his hand went down inside my knickers, he discovered my wet
pussy and he said softly in my ear, "I want you again."

I turned to face him and said simply, "I want you too. Do it to
me here, in the kitchen."

Dropping to my knees, I felt his hardness, first with my fingers
and then with my tongue as I traced the outline of his cock with
my lips, using my tongue to lick the shaft through the fabric of
his underpants. Those underpants soon became sodden with my
saliva and I gently eased them down as I continued the oral
worship of my son's cock, taking them off his feet as he raised
them one by one. He was naked now and my hands swept over his
fine boyish body, feeling the muscles and sinews of my almost-man
offspring. He was my flesh and Daddy's flesh, and I marvelled at
the job we had done together to produce this wonderful man-child
who stood before me.

Kneeling before him, I undid the clasp of my bra and tossed the
garment away, and then pressed my naked breasts against his
crotch as I slid my knickers down my thighs and off my feet. We
were naked together now, drinking in the sight of each other. I
looked into his face but not for long because he pressed his cock
against my lips and I opened my mouth obediently, tasting at once
the salty pre-cum he had produced during our foreplay as my
tongue swirled around his deep red knob.

Before I had chance to do much, he took charge and forced his
cock deep into my mouth, making me gag. He was insistent,
aggressive in his lust, and I had no will or desire to curtail
what he was doing to me. He fucked my mouth, holding my hair
tightly to regulate the depth and frequency of his thrusts. I was
taken aback by his boldness, by his apparent new authority. He
was doing now what Daddy used to do to me; nothing cruel or
hurtful but a demonstration of the raw power of masculinity over
the female. I had to surrender of course; I was the female.

With the gagging came the tears, the automatic response to such
circumstances, but I detected in his face a concern that my tears
might have meant he was hurting me and his compassion kicked in,
and he became more gentle in his treatment of me.

"It's alright, Jimmy, you're not hurting me," I said softly and
then I put my mouth over his cock again. He was not convinced
though and he treated our sex as love-making thereafter. I sucked
him, nipping his foreskin gently with my teeth sometimes to give
him maximum pleasure. It couldn't last long though because he
needed to fuck me, to bury his cock deep inside my hot pussy.

The kitchen table was already cleared and I said softly, "Do you
want me over the table, darling? Do you want me from behind
again?" and he nodded.

I rose and led him to the table and then I spread myself over it,
belly down, like a sacrificial offering, my legs spread wide and
my feet firmly placed on the floor. "Look, Jimmy, look at my
pussy, all wet and waiting," I said over my shoulder to my son,
whose eyes were staring at the twin holes of pussy and arse.

He didn't put his cock in me straight away but instead I felt his
fingers exploring me, touching my bum-hole and pussy, running his
fingers from one hole to the other. I lay with my head down on
the table, enjoying what my son was doing to me. I felt a finger
slip inside my wet hole and he started to fuck me with it,
pushing in just an inch at first but then burying it up to the
knuckle. Then a second finger was added and he finger-fucked me,
exciting me further. He plumbed the depths of my soaking pussy
with his fingers, ramming them hard into me each time.

"You like this, Mum? You like me doing this to you?" he said, his
voice thick with lust.

"Yes! Yes! Keep doing it!" I cried and I grabbed the edge of the
table with my hands, holding it tightly as my son kept ramming
his fingers up my cunt. I couldn't see Jimmy behind me but I
could imagine his face, the lust in his eyes as he used my body.
When I felt his fingers being withdrawn, I waited for the cock
that I now wanted so badly to be inserted but instead, a
fingertip touched my anus. He rubbed me there and then pushed a
fingertip hard against it and I knew what he wanted to do. I
pushed my anus out and suddenly his finger entered me and I felt
again the delicious sensations that Daddy had introduced me to so
long ago. Then my son sank to his knees behind me, getting a
close-up view of my sex.

He pushed slowly with his pussy-soaked finger and I sighed as I
felt each inch enter my arse. 'Oh God, Daddy! Yes!' I thought and
I remembered how he had done it to me when I was 12. "Yes, Jimmy,
oh yes, love!" I cried out. "Do it to me! Do it to Mummy!" He
started to go faster then, excited I think by my filthy talk, and
soon there was a second finger joining the first.

As he pounded my arse with his fingers, he said, "You're tight,
Mum. I can feel you sucking my fingers in." His dirty talk
increased my arousal and I wanted to touch myself, to rub my
clit, but I wasn't able to in the position I was in. Even in the
middle of my excitement, I wanted to ask about Jimmy's lover.

"Does Martin do this to you?" I asked breathily, hoping
desperately that it wouldn't put him off doing these wonderful
things to me.

"Oh yes, Mum. Martin likes putting his fingers inside me." He
said this with obvious enjoyment and he must have known that it
would turn me on even more. "He likes to lick my bum-hole too,
Mum, before he slides his big cock into me."

'Oh God, Helen! What are you doing?' I asked myself. I was asking
my son about the sex acts that his boyfriend performed on him and
what was worse was that it was making me hornier than I had ever
been.

"Do you want it too, Mum? Do you want my tongue up your bum?" As
soon as I heard him say that, I felt my pussy flood again with
juice. My head was all over the place now, the images of my son
and Jimmy doing those filthy, sexy, wonderful things to each
other heightening my already highly aroused state.

Suddenly his fingers left me and I felt his warm breath against
my buttocks just before his warm wet tongue entered my gaping
bum-hole. He was rimming me, tongue-fucking my arse so
wonderfully. I moaned as he bathed my rectum with his saliva and
when he pushed two fingers into my pussy again, I couldn't really
imagine feeling any better for the rest of my life.

He was fucking me now with tongue and fingers, a double
penetration, and it was exquisite. The thousands of nerve-endings
around my anus were working overtime to provide me with so much
stimulation that I thought my head might explode. I was going
into sensory overload as my Jimmy performed these acts on me and
I lay there, letting the sensations wash over me. 'I'm a slut,
Jimmy! Use me as a whore!' My thought almost turned into speech
but I managed to hold myself back, to stop myself saying it.

As suddenly as it started, it came to an abrupt halt. He stood up
and leaned over my back, speaking softly into my ear with a voice
filled with lust. "You want my cock, don't you, Mum? But where,
Mum? Where do you want it? Arse or pussy?" He was toying with me,
like Daddy used to. "Where do you want it?" he asked again.

"Oh Jimmy, just love me! Give it to me, darling! Please don't
tease me!" I cried out. "Please, Jimmy!" I was begging now,
pleading with my son for his cock.

He ran his knob up and down the soaking wet slit between my
pussy-lips, gathering more lubricant to go with the pre-cum he
had made himself. Then he penetrated my pussy, pushing forward
until his whole length was firmly embedded in me and I moaned as
I felt myself filled with his cock. 'Jimmy, it's wonderful!' I
thought. 'Truly magnificent

It didn't last long though. After a few full-length strokes, he
pulled it out and I almost started to beg again for him to push
it back in me. The surprise came when he touched his knob to my
anus and I felt my already open bum-hole widen even more as he
began to push his young cock inside me. I held my breath as his
young knob forced open my rectum even wider, sliding between the
walls with the aid of the saliva he had so thoughtfully injected
into me with his tongue.

As each inch of firm young cock forced its way inside me, I began
to moan, "Jimmy! Jimmy! So nice! Oh Jimmy, my darling son!" Once
I felt his soft pubic hair against my buttocks, I felt full, full
in a way that I had almost forgotten after so many years of doing
without a cock deep inside my arse. Daddy had done it to me
regularly and, to be honest, I had missed it so much since he had
gone.

He couldn't wait any longer and began to fuck in earnest, his
knob hitting somewhere deep inside me and giving me a dull pain
with each thrust but it was a pain that I wanted, one that I
needed so badly. The tingling went through me, through my pussy
as well as my bum. My son was bumming me and I was so horny that
I began to think about Martin doing the same to him, to my Jimmy.
It was no wonder that men wanted other men to fuck them when it
felt so good to be filled with cock. 'Martin, why do I keep
thinking about you and Jimmy?' I thought, my rhetorical question
to his absent lover staying in my head.

His hips were now banging violently against my bum, slapping as
flesh met flesh with each inward thrust, and I wanted so badly to
cum. I was stretched out, bent over the table, hands tightly
gripping the edges with white knuckles and I couldn't touch
myself. He was pounding me, his masculinity taking what was
rightly his. I was his female, his submissive partner, and I had
to give my man whatever he desired of me.

When he groaned and fucked into me one last time, he held himself
rigid against my buttocks and I felt his cock jerk in me. 'Oh
God, how long I've waited for this!' I felt his cock expand and
then the hot spurting of spunk began as he unloaded his balls
into me. I was being filled with boy-spunk; that hot precious
seed which was being pumped into me was from my son, my darling
Jimmy. He was breeding me, filling me with his potent sperm, and
I was lying there, feeling all the sensations that went with such
an event.

"Fill me, baby. Fill Mummy's arse!" I cried above the sound of
his groaning.

"Oh Mum, it feels so good!" he managed to say between his gritted
teeth and I wanted to hold his hand as he bred me but I couldn't
tear my hands away from the edge of the table. I lay there
instead, feeling his cock as it pulsed inside my tight arse, and
marvelled at how feral it was, how animalistic. I wanted to hold
him, to kiss him passionately as he came in me but we were like
animals mating, him on top fucking and me underneath, accepting
his seed, just as it should be.

As the pumping of his seed stopped, he stayed inside me, the
spurting of his spunk now reduced to a dribble. I stayed still,
waiting for the last of his spunk to drain into me, and I had the
satisfied feeling of a female who had just received the ultimate
gift from her man, that gift of life-giving sperm. I was so
exhausted by all the excitement of stimulation and finally
ejaculation that I didn't think that I was capable of speech.

But when my Jimmy said softly in my ear, "I love you, Mum," I had
to find the energy to tell him that I loved him too and as I did
so, I reached out to hold his hand which was now close to mine.
We held hands while our breathing began to normalise and soon he
was kissing my shoulders and the back of my sweaty neck. He was
heavy on my back but I didn't want to spoil the moment and we
stayed as we were for some minutes, whispering loving words to
each other.

His cock softened of course and soon it was expelled from my
body. When he stood up, I rose too, and I could see that his cock
was messy with the shit from inside me but I wiped off the excess
and then knelt in front of him, licking the spunky mess from his
soft cock. His balls were empty now but I still got a thrill from
fondling them while I sucked his shaft and knob. I marvelled that
he would still be making sperm, even in his 70s, and I wondered
briefly if he would be making babies with a young woman when he
reached that age. Would he be bisexual? That brought me to
thinking about Martin again and what he kept doing to my son.
Would I ever get to see Martin and Jimmy together? The prospect
still made me horny.

"I need to take a bath?" I said, conscious now of something warm
leaking from my bum and dribbling down the inside of my thighs.
"Your spunk is running out of me now," I laughed and he made me
bend over so that he could see it, and he ran his fingers through
the rivulets of slimy seed, ending up by poking his fingers up my
bum again. "Oh Jesus, Jimmy, don't make me want you again!"

Once in the warm bath, I lay there, my thoughts returning to
Martin. Should I tell him that I know everything about what he
does to Jimmy whenever they are alone? Should I invite him into
our home, invite him into my bed to sodomise my lovely son
whenever he wanted to? My eyes closed and my fingers were between
my thighs again as I pondered these questions and, as I rubbed my
clit, the sexy images came into my head once more.

'Let me open my Jimmy's arse for you. Can I help to put your cock
in him, Martin? Fuck my little boy's arse! Cum inside him!' I
used one hand to splay open my pussy-lips and I used the fingers
of my other hand to stroke between the lips, gathering my natural
lubricant to spread onto my clit. 'Let me suck your cock, Jimmy!
Cum in my mouth, darling, when Martin cums up your bum!'

My breathing was becoming faster, more shallow, as these sexy
thoughts multiplied in my mind. The tingles in my groin and the
stiffening of my body as I masturbated to these filthy thoughts
drove me on, bringing me closer to orgasm. 'Let me suck you
clean, Martin! Watch me, Martin! Watch me suck your spunk from
Jimmy's bottom!'

In the warm water, my fingers became more vigorous on my clit and
I'd pushed two fingers up inside me too, fucking myself to the
images running around my head. I could see Jimmy kissing Martin,
one hand groping the older boy's stiff cock while the other hand
played with his large ball-sac beneath, and Martin's hands
stroking my son's bare buttocks, feeling the tautness of them and
the softness of his boyish skin. I could hear too Jimmy's moaning
and his whispered plea. "Fuck me, Martin! Please! Let Mum see you
doing me! Let her watch, Martin! Let her see you bum me!"

I groaned as it started, that crescendo which had built up
because of my fantasy. The wave of orgasm hit me, sweeping me
along with it, and my bottom was clear of the bottom of the bath
as I came so intensely on my fingers. My rigid frame shuddered as
each new wave of ecstasy followed the last and I was lost to the
sensations which overtook me. 'Cum in him, Martin! Cum in my
son's arse!' I silently cried, imagining myself watching the boys
doing it.

Then it was over. My body trembled as the waves of orgasm receded
and my bottom rested on the enamel of the bath once more. Those
filthy thoughts had carried me to this place, to this temple of
debauchery, and I had worshipped there. And it was the god of
this debauchery who had rewarded me so richly as the loyal
servant that I had become. In spite of my misgivings and the
guilt feelings I had experienced so frequently, I knew that I
would be back again to worship the god who had so generously
given this gift of intense orgasm to his devoted follower.