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Son's Seduction Plan
by J (united kingdom 1997)
***
A son's obsession with his mother finally forces him to
act on his urges. (M-teen/M, inc, forced, blkmail)
***
Don't tie me down to a specific date, but I would guess
I first got the idea about five years ago when two
events occurred at the same time that would change my
life. The first thing that happened was that I, like
every other boys at that age, realised that every
morning I was going to wake up with a sticky mess in my
shorts and a hard-on that you could balance a pair of
dumbbells on unless I'd jerked off before going to
sleep.
The second thing to happen was that I began to notice
that Susan had a body and a great one at that. She was
5 feet 9 inches tall, with lovely ripe breasts and
long, slim, tanned legs. The problem was, Susan was my
Mum. She might have been 37 but in my opinion she had
the face and body of an 18 year old.
So it was then, that to cure the wet dreams I'd
fantasise about my Mum.
She just looked so hot. I'd sneak looks at her as she
sunbathed in the back yard in just a thong and no top.
I'd drool as she painted her cute little toenails
bright red before putting on some high heels to go out.
This "spying went on for years. I was almost 18 by the
time I realised that dreaming about her would be all
I'd ever do, unless I made a positive move to seduce
her.
I know this all sounds strange to the casual reader,
but you'd have to actually see my Mum, then you would
understand why I was attracted to her, even though I
was her child.
After making up my mine, I began to formulate a plan.
It wouldn't be a guarantee of success and it would
certainly take months to achieve, but at least it was a
step in the right direction.
I called stage one my softening up phase. I'd decided
that every day for a whole month, when none of our
other family members were around, that I'd pay Mum a
small compliment. Nothing provocative, just the kind of
thing that any son might say to his mum. For example,
on the first day I commented on how nice her hair
looked. The next day I said her perfume smelled nice.
By the end of the month, all of these little remarks
had the effect that I wanted. Namely, that I could say
them without becoming nervous or embarrassed and
blushing and Mum had learned how to accept them without
a second thought.
Then I decided to implement stage two. This needed
conditions to be just right. That happened about five
weeks after I had put my plan into operation. I came
down to breakfast one morning after the other members
of our family had left and saw Mum in the kitchen
wearing a T-shirt and tight denim shorts.
I wished her good morning and then let out a wolf
whistle. Mum turned around as I was eyeing her lovely
long legs up and down. I told her they were the best
looking legs I'd ever seen and that all of the girls my
age would sell their souls to have a pair that shapely.
Due to the daily compliments I had been making for the
last few weeks, Mum took this in the same light hearted
was, "That's nice of you to say so," type way. This was
exactly the reaction I had hoped for. It meant that for
the next few weeks I could call Mum by pet names like
"Luscious Legs," or "Sexy Pants" and she wouldn't think
it rude or strange. As a nice bonus, I noticed that
from then on she began to wear short things around the
house more frequently than was usual that showed off
her legs.
Stage two also involved me shelling out some money.
Just as I had gotten Mum used to me paying her nice
remarks, I also wanted to be able to give her little
gifts on days other than those when people normally
receive presents.
The first thing I bought her was some of the perfume
she likes best. I gave it to her when we were alone one
evening. She asked what the occasion was but I brushed
it off lightly with the fact that there didn't need to
be a special time for a Son to buy his Mum a gift.
She accepted that gracefully and I asked her to promise
that she wouldn't tell the rest of the family, in case
they might tease me about it. Mum swore that it would
be our little secret. I wondered just how many more
secrets we would share before my plan was successful.
***
The next week I bought Mum some flowers and the week
after that a small box of her favourite chocolates. She
thanked me each time, but as the presents became a
normal part of each week the fuss she made began to die
down. Eventually, after about six gifts in as many
weeks had been accepted, I bought the big one.
Again, the timing had to be just right. My chance came
one afternoon when Mum was getting ready for her twice
yearly date with some friends of hers. She and a bunch
of her old schoolgirl pals met up and went for a few
drinks and dinner. Mum wouldn't miss these nights for
the world.
I heard her coming down the stairs around four in the
afternoon.
When I saw her, my eyes just about popped out of my
head. She was wearing the tightest, shortest black
dress that I had ever seen. It clung to the curves of
her body like a second skin. She had glossed her lips a
deep red and her finger and toenails were painted to
match. She stood barefooted in front of me, all tanned
and sexy.
I remarked on just how sexy she looked and of course
she took this compliment as she now took all my
compliments; without a fuss at all. It was then that I
decided to give her the gift I had been hiding in my
room for the past three weeks. I ran upstairs and
brought the nicely wrapped box back down and handed it
to Mum as nonchalantly as I could, my heart was beating
like crazy. This was going to be the first big test.
Mum loved receiving gifts and she tore the wrapping
paper off with child like enthusiasm. When this was
done she sat down on the couch and put the box on her
lap. As she did so her dress rose up leaving almost all
of her long smooth thighs open to my lustful gaze.
Unaware of this, Mum took the lid off the box. She
shrieked with delight when she saw what I'd bought her.
Quickly she took the contents out and held them up.
They were a pair of blood red 4-inch high heeled
sandals. They had just two thin straps over the instep
and they fastened with another, high around the ankle.
I asked if she liked them but her reaction had already
answered that question.
Mum asked why I had bought her such a lovely pair of
shoes that must have been so expensive. I replied that
I'd seen them in the store window and thought that they
deserved to be on the feet supporting the best looking
pair of legs in town. I suggested she put them on
because they'd go so well with her dress and Mum
agreed.
I sat opposite as she slowly crossed her right leg over
her left. Mum was completely oblivious to the fact that
in so doing she had given me a quick glimpse of her
silky black panties. I could feel my dick stiffen as
she placed the first sandal on her foot and fastened
the strap around her ankle.
When she crossed her legs to put the other one on, I
was in just the right position to get an extended view
up her dress. The dress was high cut around the neck so
there was no cleavage to see, but it was clear that Mum
wasn't wearing a bra.
When the shoes were on, Mum stood up to look at herself
in the full length mirror in the hallway. I took this
opportunity to nip up to my room and bring down a
camera so that I could get a few shots before she went
out.
When I came back down, Mum had returned to the living
room. I told her that she looked better than any
supermodel and that she deserved to have some photos
taken to mark the occasion.
Mum blushed and said she wouldn't want the local photo
lab to develop pictures of her dressed like this. I
explained that my camera was a digital one and that the
mages could be printed out by my computer's printer. I
assured her that only the two of us would see them and
that I would like to pick the best one and frame it for
her as a gift.
I could see Mum was coming round to the idea so I
pleaded and mentioned that she still had an hour to
spare. When she agreed I could hardly believe that my
plan was going so well. I was glad I'd worn tight jeans
because they wouldn't allow my bulge to get too big,
although it was pretty uncomfortable to stand up.
I had 36 high-resolution shots at my disposal. I
started Mum off with some innocuous poses until we were
both in the swing of things. Then I suggested to her
that we get a little more variety going. I asked her to
turn her back towards me and to put her hands on her
hips with her head turned to face me.
This went well, so I decided to ask her to bend from
the waist as if she were fastening her shoes.
Surprisingly, she did it. I bent down low so as to make
her legs look even longer and in so doing I got a great
shot that included Mum's thong covered ass.
For the last few pictures I asked her to sit on the
couch. She crossed her legs for me both ways and even
agreed to lie down with one leg straight out and the
other bent at the knee. When the last image was taken I
couldn't believe how well it had gone. As a bonus, Mum
even suggested to me that we keep this to ourselves.
When she left, I rushed up to my room and downloaded
the camera's contents into my computer. I had bought
the camera especially for this purpose and was amazed
by how good the results were. There were enough images
here to keep me jerking off for the rest of my life.
I had purchased some special photo paper and printed
one of the tame shots I had taken of Mum onto a sheet.
Then I placed it in a nice frame so that I could give
it to her later.
It was now time to put stage three into full swing.
From here on, things would become very tricky. If I
judged things badly it could be the end get in some
real trouble. I put those thoughts out of my mind,
determined to be positive. And besides I needed to jack
off to the image of Mum stretched out on the couch. I
could imagine crawling up on top of her and slipping my
hard rod up under her tight little black skirt...
That's about as far as I got before I blew my load.
***
The next phase started a couple of days later. Mum was
alone in the kitchen and I greeted her with my, by now
customary, pet name of 'Sexy Legs'. She turned and
smiled at me and I took the chance to give her the
framed photograph. She was very impressed by both the
quality of the shot and how she looked in it, but she
hoped I wouldn't be too upset if only she ever got to
view it.
Of course, that suited me perfectly but I feigned being
a little disappointed. My disappointed look got the
reply from Mum that I'd wanted. She felt guilty that
I'd gone to so much trouble and asked me if there was
anything special that I'd like.
I joked that I'd like to take some photos of her in
lacy underwear and stockings. That she was hot looking
it seemed to me that she should have pictures to look
back on when she was old and grey.
Mum laughed this off, as I hoped she would and said I'd
have to think again for a more suitable request. But
the seed was sown.
Over the next few weeks, every time Mum asked me to do
something like tidy my room or run an errand, I'd joke
that she knew what the price would be for my
cooperation.
It became a joke between the two of us, but I knew that
before too long she would need something important and
that I would gently force her into paying my price.
***
My opportunity came after about month later. Mum had
been making plans for ages to go see a show with her
friends in the city. Tickets for the show were like
gold and I remember how excited she was to have bought
some for her and a couple of friends. She was getting
ready to drive to the station to catch the last train
when she told me her car wouldn't start. There was no
time to call a cab and she begged me to take her in
mine.
Once again I told her what my price was, but this time
I was serious. At first Mum didn't realise that I was
serious and told me to stop kidding around and to get
my car keys. But when I said that the keys were staying
in my pocket until she agreed to let me take some
images of her in fancy lingerie, the atmosphere
changed.
At first Mum said that it was out of the question, but
as the minutes ticked by and her chances of making the
train in time became slimmer, I heard her say that
she'd do it. I tried to keep the sense of triumph out
of my voice as I told Mum I wanted to take another 36
shots of her wearing only a sexy bra and panties with
hold ups and high heels.
Mum acted surprised and a bit sullen, but said that
she'd agree to 20 images. I replied that would be okay
providing one of them was topless.
I held my breath when she went quiet for a moment. Then
I reminded her that if she was going to make the train
we had to leave pretty soon. At that point I knew that
she'd agree but that things between us had changed
forever. I only hoped that when the time came that she
would actually go along. I needed to see her unclothed,
it was like a physical thing.
Finally Mum promised that tomorrow I could take my
images. I hoped she wouldn't break that promise. I
rushed her to the station and put her on the train.
***
That night I could hardly sleep. I beat off a couple of
times, once all over a picture of her upskirt shot I'd
gotten surreptitiously during our last session.
I must have drifted off because next thing I knew it
was daylight. When I got downstairs Mum was alone
sitting on the couch. She looked up at me and suggested
we get this over with right away before anyone. I told
her I wanted to take the shots in my bedroom and that
I'd wait there for her to change.
I followed Mum upstairs and we both went into our own
rooms. I took the time to get the camera ready and I
made my bed. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest
with anticipation at what was about to happen. After a
couple of minutes I heard a hesitation knock at my
door. I shouted for Mum to come in. Slowly the door
opened and she came in wearing a full length satin
robe.
She asked what I wanted her to do. I replied that I'd
start with a couple of standing shots. Nervously, Mum
undid the cord of her robe. My mouth was dry and I made
no effort this time to hide my arousal. She turned away
from me as she let the robe slip from her shoulders.
I ordered her to turn around and she did so but her
gaze was on the floor. She was wearing a white lacy bra
and matching thong panties. My eyes went down her long
beautiful legs, covered in fine, tan coloured hold-ups
to her feet. Her toenails were painted their usual red
and she had put on the red sandals I had given her.
I'll never forget that first excitement at being alone
with her in my bedroom with her wearing nothing but
filmy underwear.
I knew she'd do just about any pose I wanted just to
get it over with quickly.
I took a variety of shots including some of Mum lying
down on the bed, taken from above. At first she refused
to look at the camera, but eventually she agreed to
give me sexy, smouldering looks and to pout her red
lips for me. There were three shots left to take. Mum
was counting.
I told her that she was so beautiful, much nicer than
any of the girls I knew. I told her that if she wanted
to, she could be a model, that she had that look. I
said that if I weren't her son I would be after her
like a man on a mission.
Then I instructed her to slip off both straps of her
bra and sit on the bed facing me. She did as I
instructed without any hesitation this time and she
looked terrific.
Then for the penultimate photo, I asked her to undo her
bra and to cup her breasts as though trying to keep
them from falling out and she complied. Then came the
last one.
I told Mum to let the bra slip to the floor and to arch
her back and expose her breast proudly. I licked my dry
lips as she let go of the thin material and let it drop
to the rug. At last I gazed at her full rich golden
orbs in all their honey-tanned glory. Her nipples were
surrounded by lovely deep-brown orbs and the skin globs
were tight and gleaming. I must have been staring for a
long time because she had to prompt me to take the last
shot.
As soon as I'd finished, Mum was fully robed and
standing up. As she brushed past me I heard her say. "I
hope you're proud of yourself!"
I didn't know about that, but lust makes you do funny
things.
I now had everything I needed to enter the next and
final stage of my seduction plan. I hoped this would
work, I hoped in the worst way that I wouldn't be
disappointed by my Mum. I admit it took me some days to
summon up the courage for this most dangerous part of
my plan, but again my obsession got the better of me.
One afternoon after school before any of the other
family members got home, I called downstairs and asked
Mum to come to my room. She came in and asked what I
wanted.
They were the first words she'd spoken to me since the
day I made her posed in her undies for me. I showed Mum
the topless photo of her on my computer screen. She
commented that she hoped I'd enjoyed pulling
masturbating to it, trying to hurt me. I didn't jump at
the bait and just clicked on the mouse button. The
image of Mum on the screen was now replaced by a list
of e-mail addresses.
Mum studied them. She should have recognised those of
her friends. But she could be forgiven for not knowing
those of her doctor, her dentist, her boss at work, the
old guy next door who is always peering at her when she
sunbathes and finally Uncle Bob, who's always had the
eye for her.
Mum still hadn't caught on, so I asked her what she
thought might happen if all of these people were to
somehow be sent the topless photo of her.
The penny finally dropped.
"What do you want?" she asked me in an angry voice.
"Well, as you said, your photos are good for jerking
off to. But I'm afraid that these days I'm tired of
using my own hand." There, I'd said it. Now, what would
her reaction be? Would she think I was bluffing? What
good would it do me anyway, if she threw me out of the
house and told my Father what I'd been up to?
Well, I must be some good poker player because she
looked up at me after staying silent for a minute and
said, 'I'll have sex with me just once. Then you let me
delete those photos for good."
"When?" I asked, my heath in my throat.
"Not today," Mum began. "The others will be back soon.
Tomorrow morning. Not in my room, but here."
You can imagine that the wait in between was the
longest time ever. I couldn't help myself, I jacked all
over the topless image of mum, and then jacked off
again later during the night. The thought of sticking
my teenage boner in my Mum and fucking her was just
about driving me insane
***
Finally morning came and I was in the shower early. I
shaved my dick and balls so there wasn't a hair left.
Then I went back to bed and waited. The temptation to
masturbate was enormous. My tool had been rock hard
since I got up. But I knew that to beat off now would
spoil it. So I kept my hands away from myself and just
waited.
I heard the others say goodbye as they headed out for
the day. It was about 9 o'clock and I knew it was just
me and her alone in the house now. I could hear my
heart pounding in my chest as Mum's footsteps came up
the stairs. I expected her to walk right in but she
went to the bathroom instead.
I heard the shower turn on and then a few minutes later
Mum entered her bedroom. I wondered how long she would
keep me waiting and whether I could keep my hands from
myself for long enough.
At last, a quarter of an hour later I heard Mum's
bedroom door open. Then I heard the click of high heels
on the wooden floor suddenly stop outside my door. This
was it, the moment I had been planning for months. I
sat up in my bed with a lump in my throat and
butterflies in my stomach.
I watched as my bedroom door slowly opened. The first
thing I saw was Mum's right foot encased in a sexy red
sandal. Almost in slow motion, a bare, golden thigh
followed. Then Mum was standing completely in my room
and closing the door behind her. I looked her up and
down as she stood still at the side of my bed. Her lips
were the same inviting shade of red as her shoes. The
only other thing she wore was a sexy white teddy.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" she asked.
I recovered my senses and pulled back the single sheet
that had been covering me. I saw Mum glance at my hard-
on as she sat on the bed next to me. I let my hand
wander up to her shoulder. Her skin was smooth like
velvet to my touch. I knelt on the bed with my weapon
prodding into her back. I let my lips brush along the
length of her slim neck and as I did so my hands went
around to the front of her waist.
Feverishly now, I untied the four little bows that held
the front of Mum's teddy together. At last, the garment
parted. I slid it from her shoulders and told her to
stand up so that it would come off completely. She
obeyed me and stood with her back to me absolutely
naked.
I pulled her back down to the bed beside me. As she lay
fully stretched out, I let my hands cover her breasts
for the first time. They were full and firm as I
squeezed them. Mum just looked up at the ceiling as I
bent my head to suck and bite on her nipples. As I
licked and nibbled they protrude and became harder and
I wondered whether, even against her wishes, Mum might
becoming aroused.
I sat up and the knelt at he end of the bed at Mum's
feet. I got hold of the ankle strap of her right shoe
and used it to pull her foot up to my face. I let my
tongue dive in and out of the gaps between her toes and
then move along the side of her foot to her heel. I
felt something touch my dick, and when I looked down I
saw that Mum was brushing the high heel of her other
shoe along my shaft.
I looked up at her and saw that she was watching me,
that she was purposely touching me, using a slow sultry
movement. I looked down at myself and watched her foot
rubbing me, slowly. Seeing her do that almost made me
cream there and then, which I certainly did not want to
do.
To calm myself down a bit I started to lick my way
slowly up Mum's lovely long legs. When I got to her
knees, I parted them and began to move up the inner
part of her thigh towards her love box, switching from
one leg to the other and back again. I could see the
trail of moisture that my saliva had left glistening on
her tanned skin.
At last, the tip of my nose made contact with her
wonderfully moist pussy lips, she smelt like honey,
like a dream. (I wasn't the only one who had shaved
that morning.) Mum was completely bare. I pulled at the
back of her legs and lifted them up so that her knees
almost touched her tits.
As my tongue first brushed against Mum's swollen lips,
out of the corner of my eye I could see her right hand
clench the sheet in her fingers. I used my mouth and
tongue to open her up and delve in as far as I could.
As I tickled Mum's clit, as I'd seen done on the
internet flicks I'd seen, I saw that her grip on the
bed sheet became tighter. She made not a sound though,
trying very hard not to take any pleasure from my
forced sex.
I decided, or rather my dick decided, that now was the
time for Mum's meat injection. I climbed up Mum's prone
body, kissing her navel, then each breast and finally
her neck, then as I nuzzled her, I positioned myself
above her wet slit.
My shaft was so stiff that I didn't need to guide it in
with my hand. My arms were fully stretched out to
either side of Mum's shoulders. I watched her face as I
pushed myself into her for the first time... and
probably the last. That first thrust went in all the
way to the hilt. Mum turned her head to the side and
kept her eyes closed. But I thought if she bit her
bottom lip any harder it would start to bleed. I spent
the first minute on long, slow strokes; I didn't want
to come too soon, I had to control myself. It was so
hard to do.
But suddenly I felt in control so allowed my thrusts to
speed up. I got up to a pretty good rhythm and looked
down at Mum, her breathing was fast and shallow now and
she had started to bang the bed with her fists.
This really turned me on and I began to pump her even
more quickly.
I looked down at my rod as it slid in and out of her
bald pussy. It was wet and sticky and I was still rock
hard. Then my attention shifted back to Mum's face when
out of the blue she cried, "OH GOD!" At that moment her
hands moved to my butt cheeks and she forced me into
her as deeply as I could go.
This unexpected event really got me going and I began
to feel my balls retract. I guessed I was just a few
strokes away from exploding. That's when I asked Mum
in a croaking voice if I could shoot my load down her
throat.
She asked rhetorically, "Do I have a choice?"
I pulled out of her wet warm pussy and gripped my tool
tight around the base of the shaft. I scrambled up over
Mum's body to put it in her mouth. Frantically I pulled
her head up with one hand and got my dick in between
her lips just in time.
I felt the warm moistness of Mum's tongue glide over my
bulbous knob as she swallowed my cum as fast as I could
produce it. It felt like I was jetting it into her for
ages. I didn't have a chance to watch, I was so zonked
by the intense feelings I was experiencing that I had
my eyes screwed shut and was concentrating.
When I'd shot the very last gush out of myself, I
collapsed to lie next to Mum, panting for breath. I
felt the bed jiggle as Mum got up and went over to the
computer and clicked the delete button before picking
up her teddy and silently leaving the room.
As I lay there recovering, I still couldn't believe
that it was all over and that my months of planning had
worked. I knew it would be really strange between us
now, but I also knew that Mum wouldn't tell Dad, or
anyone else for that matter. An I also hopped in the
back of my mind that something REALLY important would
come up some day that Mum would need from me. At least
now she knew what the price for my help would be.
I walked over to the computer and confirmed that Mum
had deleted the photos. Good job for me that I still
had a CD with all her images on it.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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