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Mom Sets The Pace
by Michael L. (address withheld)
 
***

Mother discovers her son has reached "that age," when 
she finds a copy of the movie "Taboo" in his drawer. 
She confronts the issue head on, much to the delight of 
her son. As the story progresses, some of the boy's 
friends join in too. (F/m+-teens, ped, exh, inc, bi, 
mast)

***

Michael stood outside at the window looking into his 
living room and breathing quickly. He couldn't believe 
what he was seeing. He had come home from school early, 
because of a freak power outage that could not be 
repaired quickly. Michael had wanted to get home to 
view the video his friend David had loaned him, and he 
wanted to be sure his mother was not around, hoping 
instead that she would be at one of the neighbors 
houses. What he saw was his mother, sitting in the 
living room, watching the video that Michael had 
thought he had well hidden. It was the movie, "Taboo".

Michael had already watched the movie several times in 
the past few days, and knew what scenes his mother was 
now watching. It was near the end of the picture and 
Kay Parker was sucking on her son's cock as he slept. 
Then she sucked harder, waking her son up and he put 
his hand on the back of her head, holding her to him.

Michael couldn't decide which to watch, the scene where 
the son in the movie now began fucking his mother, then 
jacking off into her mouth, or the scene of his own 
mother now unfolding before him. He could see his 
mother with her hand between her legs, rubbing 
furiously. Her other hand was on her breast, squeezing.

Michael's mother, Alene, was close to cumming and she 
rubbed more quickly. She wanted to cum again before her 
son got home from school. Her mind raced. Where would a 
thirteen year old boy get such a movie? Was there 
something about it being a mother-son story that 
excited her son, or was it like any other sex movie to 
him? At the moment she didn't care. 

It excited her on one level, to think that her son was 
old enough now to get sexually excited and to jack off, 
especially if he was jacking off to images of her. On 
the other hand, she knew she should say something to 
him about pornography, especially at his age.

At the end of the film, as Kay Parker and her movie son 
lay in bed, fucking and professing their love for each 
other, Alene was overwhelmed by the rush that hit her 
and she collapsed back onto the couch.

Michael had been stroking his own cock outside the 
window, oblivious to the fact that his neighbors could 
see him if they so chose. As his mother reached her own 
climax, Michael shot his cum on the side of the house. 
Stream after stream of hot, teenage cum dripped on the 
wood siding beneath the window. 

Michael finished, then as he watched his mother rewind 
the tape and then put it back in its box and head 
toward his bedroom, Michael zipped his jean up again, 
and caught his breath, then headed up the stairs toward 
the front door.

Both mother and son found it difficult to look one 
another in the eye the rest of that day. Nothing was 
said of the movie, and Michael went to bed that evening 
with the stiffest hard on he'd ever had. As he jacked 
off in his bed, his mind envisioned his mother as the 
mother in the movie and he came hard and fast. As had 
become his habit, he scooped up his cum off his prick 
and belly and pushed it into his mouth, swallowing it 
all. Then he fell asleep.

- 

The young boy was anxious to see if his mother was 
turned on by what she had seen and devised a plan. He 
rolled the video forward a bit with a pencil; enough to 
have ten or more loops of tape around the take up 
spindle, and he placed the tape in a particular 
position in his drawer, then he went off to school. 

When he got home, at the regular time, he hurried 
upstairs to check the tape. Sure enough, it was 
slightly out of position in the drawer and had been 
completely rewound. His mother had looked at it again 
today.

Michael went back downstairs, not knowing how to 
proceed from here. His mother was in the kitchen, 
preparing supper as Michael entered. He sat at the 
kitchen table, watching his mother with renewed 
interest. The way her ass moved as she peeled potato, 
and her tits jiggled as she drained beans in the sink. 
He felt himself getting hard as he watched.

Alene had been red faced as Michael sat there. She 
needed to say something, but didn't know quite how to 
begin, but then she noticed the rise in his crotch and 
knew she couldn't wait.

"Michael," she stammered. "I know you are getting older 
now and... have new feelings in you body.... and.... 
well, I just wanted you to know that it is.... 
natural."

Michael was also a little embarrassed now. "What do you 
mean, mother?," the boy almost whispered.

"It's.... it's alright to... masturbate," she answered 
quickly and very quietly. "I mean... it's alright to 
look at pictures and...masturbate your penis."

"Mom..." he almost squealed. "I don't...."

"It's alright honey," she continued. "Everyone does it. 
Even your father still masturbates quite often, 
although he doesn't need to because....well, because."

"Because he has you?" Michael asked.

"Yes, darling. Because he has me and I'll help him in 
many ways to....well, to cum."

Michael sat silently, not knowing how to react.

"But, I must ask you, honey. I found that movie in your 
drawer..."

"It isn't mine," Michel shouted. "It's David's. It 
belongs to his father and I just borrowed it... I 
swear..."

"It's alright," Alene continued. "But I must know. Does 
it excite you that the story is about a boy and his 
mother?"

"I guess..."Michael said uncomfortably.

"Does it excite you that he puts his penis in her mouth 
and in her vagina?"

"Uh hu," the boy nodded, sure he was in big trouble.

"That's alright too," Alene cooed. "I think most boys 
think about their mothers that way when they are your 
age. After all, their mothers are around them all the 
time. Do you think of me that way when you masturbate?" 
she asked.

"Yes," he blurted out, "But I don't mean to mom. I'm 
sorry."

Alene smiled at her son. "Don't be sorry. I'm 
flattered, really." Michael just sat, looking at his 
beautiful mother, not knowing what to say.

"If it makes you feel better.... happier.... you can 
watch your movies or look at your magazines while I'm 
here," Alene said in measured tone. "You don't have to 
wait until I'm gone I mean. I know sometimes you just 
need to relieve yourself."

"What do you mean?" Michael asked.

"I mean, if you want to, when only you and I are 
around, you can watch your movie and masturbate. I 
might even watch it with you sometimes. It really was a 
good movie after all." She smiled at her son.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really. Do you think Kay Parker looks like me?"

"A little, maybe," the boy said measuredly. "But 
David's dad has a whole bunch of these and there is 
this other lady.... Honey Wilder... and she looks a lot 
like you."

"Does she turn you on?" Alene asked brightly.

"Oh yes, mom. She's really neat."

Alene stood beside Michael. "You know, your father went 
to Chicago for the week for work," she said. "Why don't 
you go down to David's house and see if you can borrow 
those other tapes, and maybe we could watch them 
together."

Michael jumped from his chair. "Oh yeah, mommy, that'd 
be great." Gladys stopped him before he could run out. 
"Just remember, Michael. Only you and I know that we're 
watching these tapes. I really don't think I'm ready to 
have a whole bunch of teenaged boys sitting around here 
masturbating in front of me.... yet."

Michael yelled his acceptance of the terms over his 
shoulder as he ran out. Alene now had time to pondered 
what she had just unleashed.... and she wasn't sure she 
had done the right thing, but there was no putting this 
genie back in the bottle. As she waited for her son to 
return, she poured two glasses of wine and went into 
her bedroom to dress for the evening.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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