A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                             by John P

                          Copyright© 2012



Chapter 9

On his 14th birthday, I arranged a party for Jimmy and invited
some of his school-friends. Martin helped me in the kitchen,
keeping the food and drinks flowing for all the youngsters who
came. One of the pretty young girls hung around Jimmy, touching
him, nursing him in her own way, but oddly I didn't feel jealous
or threatened by it. The boys played childish jokes on each
other, but as I stood and watched, I reflected that Jimmy had
become more grown-up, more mature now, and I wondered if inviting
these boys had been such a good idea after all. When they had all
gone home, Martin helped me to clean up and I was grateful to
him.

Since my incestuous relationship with Jimmy had been discovered,
Martin had joined us occasionally when we made love. Because of
his plastered arm, Jimmy was limited to what he could do when we
had sex but Martin liked to help. He wasn't intrusive at all,
mainly holding Jimmy's dick to line him up with my arse or cunt,
but he would watch from a chair next to the bed and wank his cock
as my son fucked me. Seeing a man masturbate had always been a
major turn-on for me and watching Martin stroking his big shaft
while he watched Jimmy pounding my cunt always made me want to
rub my clit. If Martin was naked, I'd see him shoot his spunk all
over his belly and chest, but if he was dressed, he would stand
up and shoot his spunk all over Jimmy's back as my son came
inside me.

Mostly though, it was just Jimmy and me. Six weeks on from his
accident, we were still making love at least 3 times a day and
although he told me often that he loved me, I was afraid that it
was his dick that ruled his head. I foresaw a time when some
young thing at 15 would make his dick stiffen too and he would be
burying it inside her youthful fresh pussy instead of mine. I
would be unable to stop it, of course, but if that time came, I
would be devastated.

I reflected too on my lack of sexual activity with men after
Daddy was taken away. He had been my lover, my rock, and during
the time that we were together, I had dismissed boys from my mind
altogether. My father gave me everything that a girl needed; love
and security as a father, and the most wonderful sex when my body
needed it. It seemed so natural that a girl would choose making
love with her father rather than some pimply youth who would
eventually dump her and tell all his friends what a slut she was.
My world had collapsed when my mother had called the police and
they had taken my father away, but any desire to share my life
with anybody else just didn't occur to me.

The grief I felt was real enough but my mother did nothing to
comfort me and, with hindsight, maybe I understood that. After
all, I was pregnant with her husband's baby but I had not
expected her barely disguised hatred of me. She was a cold woman
at the best of times but vitriol would often spurt into her veins
as she regarded me and, with no means of escape, I had to bear
the scathing remarks that she seemed to enjoy making. When I
reached 18 and she left me, it was with a sigh of relief that I
welcomed her departure from my life. I had my son and no worries
about financial security so I suffered no sense of loss when I
was abandoned by her. Indeed it had been a joyful day.

Jimmy was my man now and my bond with him had strengthened daily
but I couldn't forget what I had enjoyed with Daddy and that he
had been snatched from me. My fear was that my son would be taken
from me too, if only by a pretty teenager or maybe by another
man. The more I thought about it, the more miserable I became but
when my son put his hand inside my knickers and nuzzled my neck,
my misery always disappeared and was replaced by the feeling of
excitement as his fingers worked their magic on my sex.

It had been 8 weeks since Jimmy's accident and I took him back to
the hospital to have the plaster-cast removed from his arm. A
male nurse carried out the removal and I noticed Jimmy's eyes
straying to the lump in the man's scrubs as he was worked on, but
when he saw that I had been watching him, he grinned sheepishly
at me. 'Dirty boy!' I mouthed at him and we smiled at each other.

Once we left the plaster department, and with his arm now free of
impediment, we used the lift to reach the ground floor. On the
way down, he used his newly freed hand to put his hand up my
skirt, playing with my clit and kissing me. I grabbed his dick
through his pants and stroked it but it was short-lived because
we hit another floor and the doors opened so we had to behave
ourselves. As we passed by the reception desk, I spotted the
monitors behind the desk and I was suddenly embarrassed by the
knowing looks that I got from 2 of the receptionists. There were
security cameras in the lift too!

I took us to a restaurant for lunch and Jimmy was able to use a
knife and fork again as we tackled the Chicken Kiev. Afterwards,
back in the car, he asked if we could go "somewhere private" and
I smiled to myself as I headed towards a local beauty spot, a
small wood often used by lovers and gay men for their clandestine
meetings. I parked beside 8 other cars and we set out into the
woods, hand in hand.

Leaving the main path and walking down a less-used one, we were
about to enter a clearing but we stopped abruptly as we saw it
was occupied by 2 men who were clearly unaware of our presence.
Clothes were piled neatly next to the naked younger man and the
older man was naked from the waist down. We watched as the
kneeling younger man performed oral sex on the well-endowed older
one and my pussy began to make juice which made my knickers wet.

Jimmy's hand felt under the back of my skirt and went into my
knickers and I opened my legs wider so that he could reach my
pussy from behind. As we watched the sex act in the clearing, I
reached for Jimmy's dick and found it stiff, and I stroked it as
our eyes stayed fixed on what the 2 men were doing. But then the
older man spotted us and, instead of putting on his pants and
leaving, he beckoned us over. Unsure what to do, I looked into
Jimmy's face and saw the look of lust in his eyes. He wanted us
to join them!

Taking his hand from my knickers, he pulled me towards the men
and I found myself watching them close-up from no more than 3
feet away. As his cock was being sucked, the older man reached
out towards Jimmy's pants and I watched with fascination as his
hand stroked my son's bulge. My heart was pounding as I watched
all this and my knickers were rapidly becoming sodden with the
juices which were now flooding my cunt. What I was witnessing was
feral, animalistic, and it was the most exciting thing to
witness.

Three men of different ages were pleasing each other and I
suddenly felt privileged to be allowed to watch them. I don't
really know how it happened but I found myself on my knees next
to Jimmy, clawing at his belt so that I could pull down his pants
for the older man to touch his sex. The younger man watched from
the corner of his eye as he licked and sucked and I saw the boner
he sported.

"Come closer," the older man said softly to Jimmy and he shuffled
forward with his pants and undies around his ankles so that the
man could touch him. I moved forward too and watched as the man's
gentle fingers stroked my son's erection. Jimmy's mouth was open
as the man fondled his shaft and when the kneeling man's hand
came up to play with my son's balls, Jimmy sighed deeply and
whispered to me, "It feels really good, Mum."

Within seconds, the older man groaned and I watched as he filled
the young man's mouth with spunk, holding his head firmly as his
cock throbbed and pumped his life-seed down the throat of his
young sex partner. Once it was finished, he quickly grabbed his
pants and mumbled that he had to go and, within 2 minutes, he was
gone.

My Jimmy's erection however was not gone and neither was the
young man's boner. At once, he pulled Jimmy in front of him and
began to suck his dick, lavishing much attention with his tongue
on his knob and licking up the pre-cum which had gathered at my
son's pee-slit. My hand was inside my knickers as I watched this
stranger pleasing my Jimmy and I rubbed my clit vigorously.

But soon this young stranger was on his feet and Jimmy bent over
to take the cock which was offered to him. As my son pleased the
man with his tongue, his hands came up between the man's legs to
fondle his ball-sac. I reached underneath Jimmy's bent-over frame
and stroked his dick, feeling the slippery wetness of his pre-cum
on my fingers. When the man's hand reached for Jimmy's buttocks,
I knew what would be next. His finger ran down between my son's
bum-cheeks and he ran it around his anus in small circles, and
Jimmy moaned and wriggled his bottom. I shuffled around behind
Jimmy and licked the man's finger so that there would be some
lubrication, and when he felt my tongue, he pulled his finger out
and held it there for me to take into my mouth. I covered it with
saliva and watched as it was inserted again, this time up to the
last knuckle, and Jimmy sighed deeply again.

The man looked directly at me and asked simply, "Does he take
cock up his arse?" When I nodded, he took his cock out of Jimmy's
mouth and turned him around to face me. With my son's face level
with mine, I looked into his eyes and asked, "OK?" and he nodded,
resting his head on my shoulder as the man pulled his pants over
his feet and spread my son's legs wide apart to make it easier to
penetrate him. He offered me 2 fingers and I sucked them in so
that I could lubricate them liberally with saliva, and when he
took them from my mouth, he opened Jimmy's bum-hole further by
inserting the 2 thick fingers and then finger-fucking him.

I could see down the length of Jimmy's back and the young
stranger gave me a look, appearing to silently ask permission,
and when I nodded, he pushed his knob against my little boy's
anus. As the knob began to open up his sphincter, Jimmy sucked in
his breath and I shot the man a look. He paused briefly before
pushing forward again and soon my son was completely impaled on
his cock.

My little boy was bent over at the waist, his head on his
kneeling mother's shoulder, and a stranger about 25 years of age
had his cock buried deep inside the boy as his mother watched and
approved. The stranger had just swallowed another stranger's
spunk and nobody, not one of them, knew the names of the others,
nor did they want to. They were performing sex acts out of mutual
need rather than requiring relationships to be formed before
intimacy could take place, and I understood then why men were so
at ease with one another. And God, how I envied them!

Women just seemed unable to comprehend the notion of sex without
commitment of some kind and I thought to myself, 'What a waste!'
Men met casually, carried out the sex acts that they needed and
each one walked away satisfied afterwards. There was never a
"Will you call me?" or "Can I see you again?" with men and above
all, there was never any feeling of guilt felt by anyone as each
walked away with his balls drained and with a feeling of
post-coital satisfaction.

The stranger slowly long-dicked my Jimmy and the panting in my
ear told of his enjoyment of the cock moving back and forth
inside him. The man's hands held my son's hips to keep him still
and his eyes concentrated on where they were joined, where his
thick cock was gripped tightly by my son's rectal muscles. As
Jimmy moaned into my shoulder, I turned my head to kiss him and
soon we began tongue-kissing while he was being bummed. The
thrusting of the man's cock kept forcing Jimmy's body to move
back and forth too and made it difficult for our mouths to stay
locked on each other's so we abandoned it and instead, we began
talking dirty to each other.

"It's so good, Mummy! His cock feels so big inside me!" he
whispered into my ear and another flood of my juices shot out of
my pussy and into the gusset of my knickers. It was thrilling to
watch, an excitement so intense that I had to put my hand under
my skirt and rub my clit again to make myself cum. 'Oh you
beautiful sexy men! How I wish that I could be one too!' I
thought.

"You want to feel him cum in you, don't you? Jimmy? You want his
spunk, don't you?" I whispered into his ear but my breathing had
become irregular as my arousal had increased and the words came
out through gritted teeth.

He whispered back, "Make him cum in me, Mum!" and I felt more
wetness inside my knickers.

I just wasn't able to stop myself. I heard myself say softly to
the man behind my son, "Fuck him harder, mister. He needs your
spunk!"

Without a word in reply, the stranger began to ram his cock
harder into my little boy, fucking much more vigorously, and
Jimmy moaned, "Yes, Mum! Oh yes!" and when I looked up again, the
stranger's eyes were closed and he began to groan, a deep
guttural sound from deep inside his chest.

He thrust forward into Jimmy's arse one last time and held
himself still, his veins bulging out on his neck, his thighs and
buttocks tensed, as he began to shoot his spunk into my little
boy's rectum.

"Fill him, mister! Pump all that hot spunk into him!" The cry had
escaped my lips before I remembered that we were in a public
place and I regretted it at once but when I heard Jimmy's voice
whispering in my ear, "He's cumming in me, Mum!" I held Jimmy's
head tightly to my shoulder as the hot semen spurted inside him.

The stranger panted as his cock lurched inside my boy and his hot
potent seed was pumped far up inside him. Jimmy's arms went round
my neck as the pumping continued and he held me tightly and
whispered, "I love you, Mum!"

When I looked up at the stranger, his eyes were elsewhere.
Following his gaze, I was horrified to see another man, his cock
pulled out through the front of his pants, just a few feet away,
watching us. His cock was hard, his fist working it rapidly, and
panic rose in my chest. But my son's lover remained cool and
beckoned the man to join us and I looked on in confusion as he
pulled his cock out of Jimmy and the new man took his place
behind my son. The new stranger dropped his pants and, before
plunging his cock into my Jimmy's arse, he looked at me, as if
seeking permission.

My son had seen nothing of this because his head had been on my
opposite shoulder and he could not have seen the man who watched
us. When I asked Jimmy softly if he wanted another cock, he
sighed and said, "Yes, please."

When I nodded to the man, he pushed the head of his cock against
my son's gaping hole and it slid in at once, right up to the
hilt. The slimy mess around my son's hole lubricated the stiff
cock which was thrusting into him hard and fast. Jimmy's moaning
began again in my ear and I watched the man fuck my little boy.
Like the other stranger, he held my son's hips to keep him still,
and soon his body went rigid as his spunk started to spew into
Jimmy's little arse.

"All of it, mister! Give my boy all of it!" I cried and Jimmy
whispered, "I can feel it, Mum! I can feel his spunk inside me!"

As the jerking of the cock inside my son ceased, the man stayed
in place, letting the last dribbles of his spunk drain into my
boy. He had been bred twice within the last 5 minutes and, as the
man finally pulled his slimy cock out of Jimmy's bum-hole, I held
his head in my hands and whispered, "Was it good, Jimmy? Did you
like it twice?" and he moaned, "Yes!" into my shoulder.

Pulling up his pants, the stranger left us and followed the path
which the others had taken and we were alone at last. There had
been no names exchanged, no promises to meet again, but each man
had left satisfied and Jimmy was no different. I stood up and
held him in my arms, my hands stroking his bottom as we embraced.
His hands went under my skirt and soon his fingers were stroking
my wet cunt.

He couldn’t wait. No foreplay, just sex. On my hands and knees,
with my skirt up over my back and my wet knickers around my
ankles, he forced his dick into my cunt and fucked me. No
finesse, no gentle love-making. Lust took him over and I was
fucked hard, his hips slapping against my buttocks as he mated
with me. It was animalistic and I expected nothing else. My son
had been sexed by 2 men and his appetite had been sharpened by
their encounters. Out here in the wilds, we were like the animals
when they mated. He was behind me, holding my head back by my
hair as he mated with me. I was his submissive female, waiting
for him to impregnate me with his potent seed. Only when he had
finished shooting his semen into me would I be allowed to move
from under him. This was the way in the animal world.

As he fucked me hard from behind, I balanced myself on one hand
and used the other to rub my clitoris. He lay on my back and his
hips moved faster, and the friction inside my cunt was creating a
most wonderful sensation inside me. The familiar stirrings inside
me heralded the beginning of my orgasm and when I heard Jimmy
whisper, "You want my spunk, Mum?" I lost it and the waves of
orgasm crashed over me, making me shudder.

This caused my pussy to squeeze my son's cock really tightly and
he groaned as he came. His dick pulsed inside me, each throb
forcing the spunk out of his body and pumping it into mine. I was
being bred and I stayed still as the breeding process continued,
just like the animals. His seed would search for an egg to
fertilise and that egg would wait for the sperm to get inside it.
It was simple biology and necessary for the procreation of all
animals, but for me, it was the dominance of the male over the
female. No amount of Women’s Liberation would make that basic
fact of life go away.

Once the jerking of his dick inside me subsided, he made me stay
in place until he was sure that every sperm had found its way
into me and his balls were completely empty. When he finally
pulled out of me, we lay down together and cuddled. His kisses
were affectionate now, gentle instead of urgent. I whispered
words of my love for him and he responded with more kisses as he
vowed his undying love for me.

We were disturbed when 2 men entered the clearing and they were
about to leave until we said that we had finished. Their cocks
were out of their pants and, although I wanted to stay and watch
them have sex, Jimmy put his pants back on and pulled me away by
my hand and we headed for the car. As we drove home, I thought
again of the 3 men and my Jimmy. All had performed sex acts with
each other and not one had any idea who the others were.

At home, I wanted to take a bath, but before I did, I pulled down
Jimmy's pants in the living room and forced him to sit on my face
so that I could suck the 2 men's spunk out of his bottom. The
creamy slimy mess had already begun to drip from his hole and the
inside of his thighs were wet with the dribbles. As my tongue
worked inside his hole, he became excited again and, once I'd
finished licking out all that I could find, he rolled off me,
pushed me down on my back and within minutes, he had filled me
with another healthy helping of his baby-seed.

I never forgot what we saw and did in the woods and I hoped that
there would be another time when we would venture there again to
see if we could repeat what we had both found so enjoyable. Did
Daddy go to the same place to meet the men who fucked him too? Or
was it somewhere else that he met them? Later, when Jimmy
mentioned to Martin what we had done, Martin confessed that he
had gone there too sometimes when he felt horny and had freely
availed himself of the cock on offer.




It was a Friday afternoon when I came home from town with some
startling news for Jimmy. I made the evening meal for us and, as
we ate, we chatted about going to the cinema to enjoy the latest
new film, Superman 2.

"Of course we can go if that's what you want. How about McDonalds
afterwards?" I said and he gave me that boyish smile. Then,
taking my courage in both hands, I started to talk about what was
uppermost in my mind.

"I've something to tell you, Jimmy, and I don't want you to freak
out about it."

I saw him begin to think back to what he might have done wrong
but he couldn't remember misbehaving.

"I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father!" I blurted out,
wishing at once that I had found another softer way to tell him.

He looked shocked, as if he had just been slapped in the face,
and I reached out to take his hand in mine. Speechless, his mouth
opened and closed like that of a goldfish. No words would come
and I knew that, for our conversation to begin, I would have to
be the one to do it.

"What do you think, Jimmy? About being the daddy to our baby?" I
asked tentatively and I waited to see if he would find something
to say.

Suddenly he found his voice. "But how... I mean how..." and then
his voice failed again.

"I thought you were too young," I said. "Too young to make me
pregnant. I was wrong."

He found his voice again. "What are we going to do?" he asked
quietly.

"What do you WANT to do, Jimmy?" I asked. I knew what I wanted to
hear and I prayed silently that he would say it. He looked
helpless now, a little boy desperately needing some advice or
guidance from his mum.

"What CAN we do, Mum?" he asked, almost pitifully.

Now was the time to ask the number 1 question. "Do you want us to
keep it, Jimmy? Or should I have an abortion?"

He looked horrified at the suggestion and suddenly found his
voice. "Of course we should keep it!" he said. "You wouldn't have
an abortion, would you?" His eyes looked into mine, disbelieving.

"Of course I want to keep our baby,” I said. “I just wanted to
hear you say it."

Suddenly he was off his chair and he put his arms around me. "How
will we keep everybody from finding out what we did?" he asked.

"Don't worry about that for now, love. Just tell me that you
still love me and we'll be fine," I said and his lips kissed
mine.

"Of course I love you. I already told you that. Tell me about the
baby. Is it a boy or a girl? Will it be born OK? We'll need a
nursery, won't we? We can use the spare bedroom. What about a
cot? And we'll need a pram too." His previous lack of response
had now been completely reversed and I was trying my best to
speak but his quick-fire questions gave me no opportunity to say
anything. Once he ran out of steam, I managed a few words.

"I'm 6 weeks pregnant. They can't tell the sex yet. And we'll fix
up the house for the child long before it comes. We have another
7 months before it's born."

He left me then and sat back down on his chair. His mind was
racing, I could tell, but it was with excitement and not despair.
I watched his face, so angelic, as he thought about what it would
mean. I left him to his thoughts and I began to clear the table,
piling up the plates next to the sink.

When he saw me, he jumped up at once. "No, Mum, I'll do that. You
go and put your feet up. I'll bring you a cup of tea." I smiled,
proud that he would want to help me, but I explained that I
wasn't ill and wouldn't need help until much later in the
pregnancy. "But I liked that you wanted to help me," I said and I
held him close and kissed him. I wanted to put my hands inside
his jeans and play with his bottom but I thought he needed some
time to sort out this momentous event in his head before we went
back to our regime of sex 3 or 4 times a day. I decided to leave
it up to him.

We sat on the settee together for the next couple of hours, his
arm around me as my head rested on his shoulder, and although the
TV was on, neither of us really watched it. His mind was
elsewhere, no doubt in the place where this child was calling
out, "Daddy!" and he was lifting it up and holding it, kissing
its cheek. The enormity of it was registering with him bit by bit
but the questions he asked about the pregnancy and the birth made
me more confident that he would welcome the baby and not try to
shy away from his role as a parent. He was a sensitive boy,
sensible when it came to practicalities, and I knew that he would
learn the parenting skills once the baby arrived and he held it
in his arms.

Later that night, as we lay together in bed, he laid me on my
back and kissed my naked belly and then stroked it with his
fingers as if feeling for his child. I became quite choked and
emotional as I felt his hands on me and he noticed. He kissed me
then, still holding his hand over where he imagined the baby to
be lying, but I felt his dick hardening against my thigh.

His kissing became more urgent and his hand moved from the baby
to my breast, squeezing it gently before bringing his lips to the
nipple and flicking it with his tongue. My hand reached down to
touch his dick, fully erect now, and I wanked him slowly as his
mouth made my tits tingle and I became wet between my legs. Less
than 2 minutes later, he rose up over me and mounted me, sliding
his dick into my wet tunnel, kissing me almost frantically as his
pubic bone hit mine with every thrust.

It was intense, more than his usual youthful vigour, and he kept
repeating, "I love you, Mum!" every few seconds. I clutched him
to me and crossed my ankles over his back, feeling his powerful
dick ploughing my depths. His ardour was such that, within 2
minutes, I felt his dick suddenly swell and gobs of his boy-spunk
began to splatter the walls of my pussy. He just kept cumming,
shooting and pumping his healthy young potent sperm into me.

"Oh Jimmy, I love you!" I cried as he filled me with his
baby-juice but his mouth silenced me as it covered mine and he
kissed me.

My young stud kept his groin hard against mine until the jerking
of his dick ceased and he didn't take it out until it became soft
and my pussy forced it out. He stayed on top of me, stroking my
face and hair, and whispering words of love. It was different now
but in a good way. It seemed less about the sex and more about
the love we shared, and I didn't want that to change.

When he eventually rolled off me, we lay facing each other and he
shuffled down the bed a little so that he could reach my nipple
with his lips. As he suckled, I stroked his hair and wondered if
I would be feeding him as well as the baby once it was born. I
certainly hoped he would want me to feed him when he became a
daddy.

He drifted off into sleep and I reflected on how my life had gone
thus far. I had enjoyed the deep love of my father, the deepening
love of my son, and the sharing of my son with a gay young
16-year-old who liked me to watch as he made love to him. I was
pregnant again, first by my father and then by my son. Incest had
been the mainstay of my life for the last 15 years but I had
found it liberating rather than shameful. I had been free to love
my father and my son, to be myself rather than have to change to
suit a stranger. Why would I ever want to change that?