A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                               by John P

                            Copyright© 2012



Chapter 10

After the school holidays, Jimmy had to return to school.
Although the child he had fathered in me would be born in a few
months, he found it bizarre that he was treated as the child he
really was by the teachers. As a father, he would love his child
and would rear it as a father should, but he was in the
preposterous position of trying to avoid being given detention at
school!

Before he left the house in the mornings, smartly dressed in his
school uniform, he would make me bend over the arm of the settee
and fuck me, shooting his boy-spunk all the way up inside me and
leaving me trembling for minutes after he'd gone to catch the
school bus. Upon his return after the school day ended, he would
often press me to my knees and push his stiff dick to my lips and
I would open my mouth to accept his erection, licking the pre-cum
off it and then sucking in as much of his length as I could
before he spunked in my mouth or fucked me there on the kitchen
floor. Love played little part on those occasions; it was pure
lust which drove us both to behave that way. Later, we would make
love, gently, tenderly, and with the affection that we felt for
each other.

By the time I was 18 weeks into my pregnancy, my belly had
swelled and could no longer be hidden from the population of our
small town. Tongues wagged, speculating about the paternity of
the baby, and I brushed off the crass questions from those who
were ill-bred enough to ask who the father was.

Jimmy, proud to be the father of our unborn infant, always wanted
to see my bump and often I would walk around the house naked for
him. He would touch my belly, kissing it and feeling it with his
fingers, sometimes just gawking at it, almost in disbelief. What
I hadn't expected was that seeing and touching my swollen belly
made Jimmy horny! I had thought that seeing me pregnant would
have curbed his appetite for sexual encounter because I became
fatter but he wouldn't leave me alone. Some days, he was mounting
me 5 times and firing more of his potent spunk into me than he
had ever done previously.

When Martin came to visit, he too always gaped in awe, and would
ask to touch my belly, and it seemed to have a similar effect on
him. As his fingers ran over my belly, he would look into Jimmy's
face and, within minutes, I would be holding Martin's large cock
to my son's hole and watching as my little boy enjoyed the long
thick cock which fucked him so vigorously. Martin always came
quickly on those occasions, watching my belly as his spunk spewed
into my boy's rectum. There was something about pregnancy that
seemed to turn males on and I was determined to find out why it
was so.

The boys became even more enamoured of my swelling breasts too.
My nipples and aureoles had become darker and bigger now, and
when the boys suckled on them, I had to warn them of the
tenderness which I now felt in them through the changes during
pregnancy. My son and his friend would feel my breasts as they
sucked, their fingers gently squeezing as if to make milk come
out. I hoped they would want to feed from me when my milk came
and, when I told them that, they became over-enthusiastic and I
had to tell them to ease up on my nipples.



Unfortunate news came 2 weeks later when Martin received a letter
which confirmed that his application to go to Brunswick College
in Luton had been approved and he would be expected on the 12th
of September. His father was pleased and had arranged for him to
stay with his uncle in Dunstable, a town not far away from the
college. After that date, Martin would leave us and we would have
to make other arrangements for Jimmy to get the cock he seemed to
need so much more these days.

In preparation for Martin's departure, I had tried to use the
strap-on dildo which Jimmy liked so much but my condition
prohibited me from wearing it; the presence of my swollen belly
meant that I was now unable to fasten the tight straps which were
required to keep it fixed to my hips. I did the best I could by
using the cock manually, holding it in my hand and fucking him
with it, but doing that lacked the closeness of my body draped
over his back as I fucked him.

When Martin was gone, I would be faced with the prospect of
ensuring that my son got some man to fill him with cock. The only
solution that I could think of would be repeated visits to the
local woods to meet the men who would welcome a young boy's
bottom to fill with their seed. What worried me most was that I
might be recognised there and that the whistle would be blown on
our activities. I had to find another way to keep Jimmy's
appetite for cock satisfied.

The evening before Martin's departure, he came round one last
time to visit us. He kissed me hello but it was Jimmy who kissed
him passionately, feeling the front of Martin's pants for the
cock which would fill his bottom one last time. With his arms
around Martin's neck, he snuggled in close.

"What will I do without you?" Jimmy asked, his eyes moist, and,
for the first time, I saw tears running down Martin's face.

"I won't go to college," he said softly, "not if it means I can't
see you again."

Valiantly, Jimmy whispered, "You have to go, Martin. You can't
let your education go."

I stood there next to them, watching my son's misery as he was
tightly cuddled by the boy who meant so much to him. I felt their
pain; the same pain which I had suffered when Daddy had been
taken away. Martin would love my boy one last time and they would
part, both despondent at the turn of events which had brought
about their shared misery.

As Jimmy led his lover upstairs, I stayed in the living-room,
leaving them to their final love-making. It would be tender, I
was sure, not the usual animalistic buggery which they both
enjoyed. I was also sure that Jimmy would not be pushing his
stiff dick into me after Martin had left, not this time. I would
go upstairs after Martin left and cuddle my son, trying to
comfort him.

When Martin came down alone 30 minutes later, we hugged and he
whispered, "Goodbye, Helen. Let me know when the baby comes." I
almost cried with him as we clung to each other and, when he
finally turned to go, I said softly, "Good luck, Martin."

Upstairs in my bed, I found my son lying on his side, his head
turned into the pillow, and I lay down in front of him. He laid
his head against my chest and snuggled there, and my arm went
around his shoulders as I kissed his hair. I didn't know what to
say so I said nothing, just rocking him with my arm and body.

I don't know how long we lay there; it seemed like a long time.
He was naked and I was still dressed, but in this time of misery,
there would be no joyful love-making, not yet anyway. It would be
a time for mourning, for anger perhaps, but eventually his heart
would heal and he would be my Jimmy again, the father to my
unborn baby, and we would go on together.

He didn't feel like school the next day and I phoned them to say
that he was sick. It was Friday so he would have 3 days at home,
counting the weekend. Although we didn't have sex during those 3
days, he lay with me on the settee, stroking my belly and kissing
the baby inside me. When the baby moved inside me, Jimmy looked
at my belly in shock, watching the movements, and I couldn't help
laughing. When he looked into my face, he began to laugh too.



Jimmy went to school on Monday. He knew that he had to get over
Martin and he resolutely did all he could to achieve that end.
Putting more effort into his schoolwork was the way to go, he
decided, and I would support him as always to reduce his misery.
When he came home from school that day, he dropped his schoolbag
on the kitchen floor, came over to where I sat on the settee and
kissed me passionately before pulling down my knickers and then
squatting between my open legs and licking me to orgasm. He had
become quite adept at it now, quickly following it up with a
vigorous fucking, face to face, which left me breathless. After I
felt his hot spunk shooting inside my hungry cunt, I held him to
me, stroking his bare arse.

Each day was an improvement on the one before and, after about a
week, he seemed to be finally getting over Martin. That Friday
morning, he asked sheepishly if I would take him to the woods
after school. What could I say? I couldn't let anybody see me
there with him so I decided that I would hide myself from view
while watching the men use him.

That afternoon, I took him to the clearing we had used before and
secreted myself deep in the bushes so that I could watch without
being seen. A man in his 40s arrived in the clearing and, unused
to approaching young boys for sex, he took out his cock and
pretended to pee, all the while watching Jimmy's face for
reaction. When my little boy went over to him, I watched as he
took the stranger's cock in his hand and started to wank him.

He stroked Jimmy's face for a few seconds before reaching for the
front of my boy's pants and, finding an erection there, he
started to undo my son's pants. Within 2 minutes, Jimmy's pants
were around his ankles and the stranger was making him step out
of them.

"Do you like my cock?" the stranger asked softly and Jimmy
nodded. "Do you suck too?" he asked hopefully and my boy nodded
again. "Suck it, honey," he whispered. "Make it wet, sweety."

On his knees, Jimmy took the man's cock into his mouth, licking
the knob and tasting the salty pre-cum. His hand cradled the
stranger's balls, feeling them gently with his fingers. The man's
eyes closed as Jimmy expertly pleased him with his lips and
tongue, and soon I heard the groan of orgasm and I witnessed the
big cock spewing hot spunk into my son's mouth. I could see
Jimmy's throat move each time he swallowed it, once, twice, three
times. He looked up into the man's face as he swallowed and when
the man had shot all his spunk, he pulled out his cock and asked
Jimmy to open his mouth and he obeyed.

"Good!" the man said, satisfied that all his cum had been
swallowed. When the man moved back and pulled up his pants,
Jimmy's look of disappointment was apparent but the man walked
away without a backward glance. The bastard!

But another man entered the clearing as the first was leaving and
he saw my son there, naked from the waist down and kneeling. The
older man, maybe in his early 50s, bearded and unkempt, started
my alarm bells ringing. There was something familiar about him
but I just couldn't put my finger on it. I knew no derelicts so
how could I know him?

I worried just a little as he went to stand in front of my
kneeling boy and he looked down at the stiff dick sticking up
from Jimmy's groin.

"He didn't even make you cum, did he?" he asked softly, sizing up
the situation at once. Jimmy's face showed sadness as he shook
his head. "Do you want fucking up the arse?" he asked quietly and
my little boy nodded, keeping his head bowed. "What's your name,
son?" he said and Jimmy answered.

He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, and I was able to
see the long foreskin which covered the big knob as he presented
his cock to my little boy's lips and said quietly, "Suck it,
Jimmy, and make it wet. I'll give you what you need."

'It can't be!' I told myself. 'No, I'm mistaken! I don't know
this man. I'm sure I don't!' My heart began to race though and I
watched more closely as Jimmy drew back the man's foreskin to
reveal the big shiny knob and he began to lick the pre-cum from
it. He brought the long foreskin back over the big knob and
forced his tongue inside the long hood, tickling the pee-slit
with it as his hand worked the excess skin back and forth.
Jimmy's tongue was completely covered each time he brought
forward the foreskin and each time he pulled it back, his tongue
appeared again.

I found it extremely arousing to watch my son enjoy the
stranger's cock so much and my hand went down under my dress and
into my knickers to touch my soaking pussy. This display of sex
between man and boy was exciting, stimulating, hot!

As my boy sucked the stranger's cock, he looked up into his face
and seemed to see the kindness there. The man looked down,
stroking Jimmy's hair affectionately as his manhood was covered
with little-boy saliva and soon the hard cock was wet and shiny,
ready for penetration.

"Get on your hands and knees, Jimmy. Let me look at your little
bum-hole," said the man softly, waiting patiently until my son
had taken up his position.

It was the man's turn now and he knelt behind my boy and I saw
the wet warm tongue of the stranger being forced into his hole. A
sharp intake of breath indicated the pleasure which he felt as
the tongue was forced far up inside him, wriggling around like a
snake inside my son's bum-hole.

"Oh, mister!" he breathed. While he tongued my Jimmy's hole, the
man kept his erection by stroking it with his hand. The
stranger's hand then came up between Jimmy's wide open legs and
stroked his balls, the fingertips gliding over his beautiful
silky ball-sac. My son moaned as the tongue inside him began a
fucking movement and I thought I might see his spunk shoot onto
the ground beneath him.

"Is it OK, Jimmy, what I'm doing?" the stranger asked softly and
Jimmy moaned, "Oh yes!" As the strong thick tongue went back into
Jimmy's bum-hole, I could see the boy becoming agitated and
panting. He was going to cum any second! I guess that the man
must have realised it too because he withdrew his tongue and
released Jimmy's balls.

He knelt up straight and opened Jimmy buttocks wide, checking
that his boy-hole was gaping open and, pulling back his foreskin
fully, he placed the blood-engorged knob at the entrance to my
little boy's anus. He pushed firmly, opening Jimmy's hole like a
flower. Once the knob had slid inside, he waited, letting the
boy-hole get used to the hard member which would soon fill his
rectum. As he became more comfortable with the thick cock, Jimmy
pushed back and the man took that to mean that he wanted more of
the man-cock inside him. He pushed forward again and soon my
little boy was completely impaled, the coarse pubic hair of the
man pushed tight against the creamy taut buttocks of the boy.

The man leaned over Jimmy's back, supporting his weight with one
hand whilst holding my boy around his waist. His large frame
covered my son's small body completely and I watched as the man's
powerful hips began to move slowly back and forth as the fucking
began. His lips kissed Jimmy's ears as he fucked him and I could
just about make out what he said.

"You're beautiful, Jimmy. So sexy with your tight little bottom!"
He muttered love-talk throughout the entire love-making, kissing
Jimmy's neck and shoulder often and making my son moan. When the
man's hand moved down from Jimmy's waist and began to wank his
boy-dick, Jimmy pushed his head back, trying to make closer
contact with his lover.

"I want to cum in you, Jimmy! Let me cum inside you!" murmured
the man and I heard my son hiss back, "Yes! Yes! Fill me with
spunk!"

Jimmy's breathing was becoming laboured as he panted and the man,
on the verge of cumming too, wanked the boy-dick faster. It was
only seconds before his boy-spunk was shooting out and spraying
the leaves beneath him. I watched his spunk as it splattered on
the ground and my fingers, soaked with my own juices, rubbed
vigorously around my blood-engorged clitty.

But before I came myself, the bearded man groaned and slammed his
hips into my son's bottom one last time, holding the boy tight
around the waist as his cock started to jerk inside him. I wanted
to cry out, to urge the man to fill my son with hot spunk, but I
didn't dare because I was spying on them.

The man cried out though. "Jimmy! I'm cumming in you! Feel it?
Feel my spunk, son?" but my boy just groaned as he felt the walls
of his rectum being sprayed with a real man's potent spunk. The
man's thigh and buttock muscles bulged as his cock spewed his
seed deep into my son's rectum and although I tried to hold back
my own orgasm, it hit me in waves, rolling over me time and again
until it gradually faded. I was left trembling and on unsteady
legs, and the baby moved around inside me, no doubt protesting
about what my body had just undergone.

When my eyes opened, I saw the man lying on the ground with
Jimmy. They were spooning, the large cock still buried inside my
son's bottom, and the man was whispering words which I couldn't
quite hear. Jimmy's hand had reached out behind him and he
stroked the man's thigh affectionately as the last of the hot
spunk dribbled into him. It had been like watching Martin making
love to my son; the great affection between them was apparent to
even the most casual observer.

As the man stroked Jimmy's body, I could see the possibilities.
Could I persuade the man to become Jimmy's lover? My son was
obviously captivated by him and his feelings were reciprocated.
Had I found a replacement for Martin? Perhaps I could pay him to
service Jimmy often. He must need money, I thought, judging by
his appearance. But I couldn't just go bursting into the clearing
and offer him the job, could I?

The thick cock was finally pushed out of Jimmy's bottom as it
softened and the man turned him over to face him. As the man went
to kiss him, Jimmy's lips opened to accept the tongue which
filled his mouth. They lay like lovers, caressing and kissing as
their hands roamed over each other. It was a beautiful sight and
made me feel quite emotional.

When eventually they stood up, they kissed some more before the
man reached for his pants and Jimmy did the same. There was a
final kiss of parting and the man was gone. I burst into the
clearing and said quickly that we had to go. Looking bemused,
Jimmy followed me back to the car and I drove us away, anxious to
catch up with my son's lover. I caught sight of him ahead and
slowed the car so that I could follow at a safe distance. After
half a mile, he turned into a driveway which led to a big house
which I recognised. It was a social services and probation
hostel. Oh Christ! He was a criminal!

Before he had walked 50 yards further, I shouted, "Excuse me,"
and he turned. As he walked towards me, the butterflies in my
belly started again. I knew him but where from? What had he done?
He looked at my pregnant belly and said kindly, "Congratulations,
love. When is the baby due?" It was his voice! There was
something familiar about his voice! I started to tremble and I
almost fainted but he caught me before I hit the ground.

"Sit down, love," he said, concern for me clouding his features.
"You look like you've seen a ghost. Is it the baby? Shall I call
an ambulance? Should I call your husband?"

As I sat on the grass, he sat next to me and held me. I looked
into his eyes now and I knew then who he was.

"Daddy!!"

He looked at me closely, examining my face, moving a lock of hair
from my forehead.

"Helen?" he asked and I nodded. My trembling continued as his
arms went around me and I cried into his shoulder. As I wept, he
clung to me and his familiar comforting voice calmed me. "There,
there, sweety, don't cry. Daddy's here." Those same words from
years ago made my crying worse as I remembered the times when I
had scraped my knee or hurt myself some other way. He had always
kissed me better and sent me out to play again after cleaning me
up and applying a plaster. Those halcyon days of childhood were
long ago and suddenly I remembered Jimmy who still sat in the
car, waiting for my return.

"Can you help me up?" I asked when I was calm again and he pulled
me gently to my feet. He hugged me again and I didn't want to go
but this revelation needed some thought. He didn't know about
Jimmy, had never seen him before. I had to think what to do. We
had much to talk about but not here, not now.

"I'm alright now, Daddy. I have to go but I need to see you. Can
you meet me tomorrow morning?" My heart raced and my head
wouldn't organise itself, and I needed time to gather my thoughts
before I met my father tomorrow.

"Yes, Helen, of course I can. Are you sure that you're alright?
You still look in a state, darling." His concern was as I had
always remembered it.

I gave him my address and kissed him before leaving him standing
there. As I made my way on unsteady legs back to the car, I
wondered how I could introduce him to his son. There was much to
think about. At least Jimmy would be out of the way tomorrow
because he had an away football match and wouldn't return until
after 5 p.m.