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Lynne's Fantasy
by Eastern Rose (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)
***
Lynne was just an ordinary mother but when her son's
fifteenth birthday arrived things changed. (F/m-teen,
ped, inc, 1st, rom)
***
Lynne is typical housewife and mother, married to Colin
for sixteen years in May and one son James who has just
turned fifteen. This is her story, weather it is
fantasy or fact you will have to decide.
Colin is a good provider, very steady character, kind,
gentle and considerate. Colin has worked for the same
company since leaving school; he started as an
apprentice mechanic at a small farm machinery repairer,
that was in 1982, twenty years ago. Colin was a good
organiser and quickly gained promotion to foreman and
then assistant manager.
Unfortunately with promotion came responsibilities,
Colin was always being called in at the weekend to sort
some problem or other, often getting his holidays cut
short and having family treats interrupted. Colin had
been a fit, football-playing nineteen-year-old when he
and Lynne first met, and they were married within the
year.
James came along the following year and Colin was over
the moon to have a son so soon after marrying Lynne.
Unfortunately everything in Colin's life wasn't as rosy
as his marriage, during a particularly hard football
match Colin was on the receiving end of a nasty tackle.
There were fears that he had broken his leg and he had
to spend most of the evening in the local hospitals
accident and emergency unit.
There were X-rays and blood tests and then more tests,
Colin hadn't broken his leg but the X-ray had shown up
something that worried the doctor, Colin was diagnosed
as having cancer of the lymph glands. Colin was lucky
that the investigation of his football injury had shown
the cancer early enough to be treated, where he was
unlucky was that the treatment could render Colin
sterile. Colin didn't want the treatment but Lynne
talked him around, better to have a long life than only
eighteen months to two years, they had James, they
didn't need other children.
Lynne had little ambition while at school; she hardly
ever applied herself and always came in the last five
students in her year. After school she fell into a job
at the local Tesco supermarket, which is where she was
working when Colin ran up to her one day, desperate to
find a nice box of chocolates for his mother's
birthday.
Lynne liked what she saw in Colin and led him away from
the confectionery section and into the perfume isle.
She sprayed a little Lou-lou by Givanchae on to her
neck and asked Colin what he thought. Colin moved in
close and savoured the aroma. Colin's mother got
perfume for her birthday and Lynne got Colin. Lynne had
little success with boys up to that point, she wasn't
the best-endowed woman in the store, she never went
above a 34'B' even when she was pregnant and after when
she was breast-feeding.
The years have not been kind to Colin, the injury and
cancer had stopped him taking part in the sport he
loved but didn't stop his after match drinking
sessions. He developed the ubiquitous beer belly and
then nature threw in her two pennyworth by granting him
early male pattern baldness.
He wasn't the man Lynne had married but for all of that
she still loved him, in her own way. After his
treatment for cancer had been declared a complete
success Colin took a test to see how badly his
fertility had been affected by the radiotherapy. Colin
could gain and maintain an erection, he could still
climax and ejaculate but his semen was without any
viable sperm, Colin would never father another child.
And then there was James, at fourteen, the image of his
father when he was twenty. James was five foot nine
inches tall, although he weighed 158lbs, there was not
a single ounce of fat on him, his upper torso was well
defined and muscular and his stomach was a perfect
'six-pack'. This was the result of playing sport, James
didn't mind what sport he played, he was captain of the
school under 15's football, batted third in the school
cricket team, ran 440mtrs as well as cross-country and
in the little spare time he had left he was a keen
oarsmen. James, unlike his mother, was academically
gifted, and regularly came in the top five in his year.
Lynne's story really begins here, it was two weeks to
Jason's fifteenth birthday, he had just won an
education authority prize in chemistry and broken the
county record at the under fifteens cross-country race.
Lynne wanted to do something really special to
celebrate the three events but she wasn't sure exactly
what would be special enough for James. All the things
that Lynne had come up with had seemed too babyish or
juvenile for her young man, and that's just what James
was, no longer the child he was at fourteen, in just
twelve short months he seemed to have grown three or
four years.
Lynne just came right out and asked James what he
wanted to do to celebrate his quite significant
achievements as well as his fifteenth birthday. James
took three days to decide exactly what he wanted, he
waited for his father to arrive home from work and told
them that he would like a trip to London. An afternoon
shopping in Oxford Street for something nice, visit an
off Leicester Square play and a meal in a little
Italian restaurant after.
They lived in a small village, south of Northampton and
so London was less than an hour's drive away. Part of
the special nature of the treat was having two days off
of school as well, the play was on Thursday evening and
as they would not be returning home until after
midnight he would have to have the Friday off school as
well.
All went well until Colin found late on the Tuesday
afternoon before James's treat that he had to visit the
head office of the main parts supplier for his company,
he would be in America for a week starting on Thursday.
Colin was upset because he had let James down on
several important occasions in the past year, he even
missed the record breaking cross-country race because
of a surprise audit at work. Lynne and Colin talked it
through and they decided that Lynne would have to take
James to London on her own, this wasn't a problem for
Lynne as it would give her an opportunity to spoil
James on her own.
Thursday morning arrived, Lynne cooked a special
breakfast for James and Colin, Colin gulped it down and
rushed out of the house without even a kiss for Lynne
or congratulations for James on reaching fifteen. Lynne
dressed in her best clothes, she had washed and waxed
her old Vauxhall Astra car the day before and now they
were off, heading for the bright lights of London.
Parking anywhere near to Oxford Street was impossible
but as Lynne was looking for a car park she spotted a
small space in a muse that had no parking restrictions.
The place was doubly fortuitous as it was very close to
the restaurant that James had chosen for his after
theatre meal. The took the underground to Oxford Street
and Lynne guided James from one shop to the next, he
couldn't make up his mind what he wanted, as they
passed an upmarket dress shop James pulled his mother
inside.
James made four selections from the long rails of
dresses, Lynne thought that he had chosen the clothes
that girls of his age would have been wearing to a
disco rather than a thirty something mother but she
tried the clothes on and modelled them for him. The
shop assistant thought that James and Lynne were
husband and wife rather than mother and son and this
seemed to make James grow an extra inch taller and his
smile was the widest Lynne had ever seen.
Finding nothing that Lynne liked in that shop as they
left James asked for one extra treat, could his mother
not mention to anyone for the rest of the day that he
was her son or that he was only fifteen. Jason wanted
this day to be the most special birthday of all.
Jason spotted a small beauty parlour down a side road,
just a few yards from Oxford Street; he asked if Lynne
thought he should have his hair styled, as Lynne had
been trying for months to get him to have his hair cut
for she was eager to agree. The beauty parlour was
unisex and very quiet for mid morning on a busy
Thursday, Jason took a seat in the stylists' chair and
as he looked through a book of the latest styles, the
stylist asked him if he was famous. James resisted the
temptation to say only in Northamptonshire and instead
told the woman that she may have seen him on the sports
page the week before because he broke a cross-country
record.
The stylist offered to do James's hair for free if he
would have his photograph taken after with all the
stylists as an advertising thing. James was a very fast
thinker and said he would agree if they gave his
friend, Lynne, a complete makeover as well. The stylist
spoke to the other assistants and they agreed, while
the men's stylist looked after James the other
assistants took Lynne by the hand into another part of
the shop. They handed her a dressing gown and directed
her to a shower cubicle, telling her to have a quick
all over shower and come out in the dressing gown.
Lynne thought it was a little strange that she had to
have a shower for James t have his hair styled but she
did as she was asked. When she returned to the room
dripping wet and dressed only in a towelling she was
asked to sit on a leather covered table where she was
given a total body massage, this was followed by a
facial, manicure, pedicure and leg wax. Lynne had never
been this pampered in her life before, she knew it was
going to cost a fortune but she didn't care, she was
floating on cloud nine.
As her face pack was being removed and the leg, and arm
wax were finishing the assistant doing the waxing asked
if she preferred the bikini, the Brazilian or the total
treatment, Lynne didn't have a clue what she was going
on about but in her half dreamy state asked for the
total treatment. An exfoliate wash was being applied to
her face as she received a painful shock in the region
of her sex.
The wax strip, gently applied to her pubic mound had
just been ripped off taking a strip of hair from her
navel to the start of her vaginal slit, she shot up
into a sitting position and looked down to see the
reverse of a Mohegan hairstyle. "What the hell?" The
assistant looked as shocked as Lynne did, "You asked
for the total treatment!" She said in her defence,
Lynne explained that she didn't understand what she was
being asked, the assistant just shrugged her shoulders
and said, "well it's too late now, I might as well
carry on."
And with that Lynne settled back to the continuation of
her facial treatment as stranger's fingers worked in
very intimate contact with her vagina, it was both
painful and embarrassing to have another woman that
intimate with her.
James had his hair styled, preened, poked and prodded
for over an hour, then when the stylist was happy she
gathered most of the staff around James and they had
twelve photographs taken, one of the girls was
dispatched to a one hour photo developing and printing
shop to have the film turned into twelve ten by eight
photographs. James was told that Lynne would be in the
shop for another three hours at least and with that he
decided to revisit the dress shop; he had seen
something that he had liked even though his mother had
passed it by without a second glance.
In the dress shop James found the clothes that his
mother had tried on earlier were still on the rail
outside the fitting room where she had left them. He
selected the dress that he had liked from earlier, it
was a simple black sheath dress in Lycra, it was only
ten inches in diameter and twenty inches long, James
took it to a sales assistant with one of the dresses
his mother had tried on earlier, the assistant checked
his choice and told him that it would be a little tight
but perfect for his wife.
James told the assistant that he hoped it would be, as
he wanted her to wear the dress to the theatre tonight
and didn't want to have to make the long drive home for
her to find something suitable. The assistant pointed
to the lingerie section, she told Jason that the
underwear his wife had on in the fitting room earlier
would be totally unsuitable under a Lycra sheath, James
looked suitably confused and the assistant picked out a
black silk thong, she told James that the thong was a
must under his chosen dress and the black silk would
make his wife feel totally sexy and desirable.
James used all of his birthday money to pay for the
dress and thong and left the shop. James returned to
the beauticians and handed one of the assistants the
new clothes and asked her if she could swap them for
her old clothes. He bagged Lynne's old clothes and
popped across the road into the underground station and
found one of the left luggage lockers and locked the
old clothes away.
Lynne had finally got over the shock of the intrusion
around her most private parts and had settled back into
total pamper mode, her body was now totally hairless,
they had even waxed her upper lip. She had her whole
body covered in lightly scented oil, which was lightly
massaged into every crack and crevice of her body and
she was now wrapped tightly in towelling from her neck
to the tip of her toes.
James and the head stylist were looking through the
twelve photographs and both agreed on the same
photograph as the perfect one to be put in pride of
place in the shop, James signed the corner of the
photograph with a black marker pen with the inscription
"The best style from the best stylists in London, James
XX." The staff were over the moon and the picture made
James look like a film star, all that was needed now
was to find the perfect frame to go with the perfect
picture and the beauticians would have their perfect
advert.
Lynne was shocked to find her clothes had been replaced
while she was undergoing her beauty treatment, she held
up the silk thong and thought how ridiculous it looked
but she changed her mind as the sheer material brushed
over her hairless mound and the thin gusset pulled her
labia apart and nestled inside her vagina, she took a
few paces and instantly realised why the young girls
were so keen on the thong.
Lynne had difficulty fitting into the sheath, it was
very tight and incredibly short, it was a good thing
the material didn't have to stretch over a large bust
line or there would have been nothing left to hide her
new silk panties. She managed the balancing act
eventually, just covering her panties while still
covering most of her breasts, even then if she looked
down she could see the beginnings of her areola.
As she left the rear section of the shop she reached
into her purse expecting to hand over around one
hundred to one hundred and fifty pounds for all the
treatment that she and James had received, then she got
her first look at James, his hairstyle and manicure
made him look twenty-five rather than fifteen and then
she caught her reflection in the mirror for the first
time and she thought that she looked twenty-five rather
than over thirty.
James stood by her side and linked his arm in hers and
they just stood for a few moments looking at the
reflection of the perfect couple looking back
approvingly at them. Lynne was amazed that James had
taken care of the bill in the beauticians she knew that
he had taken all of his birthday money with him but
even that would barely pay for the clothes he had
brought her then James explained that he had cut a deal
with the shop manager to use his picture as advertising
for the full treatment on both of them.
They left the beauticians with just enough time to get
a taxi to the theatre and a coffee in the bar before
the play started, Lynne didn't know the theatre or the
name of the play as she had given James her credit card
and let him make the arrangements over the telephone.
Lynne revelled in all the appreciative glances she was
getting from the theatre goers as they filed through
the theatre bar but she revelled more in the fact that
James hadn't taken his eyes from her since she walked
into the front of the beauticians with her new look.
They picked up the tickets at the box office and Lynne
picked up a program to read about the play. The first
words that hit her were "This play is unsuitable for
persons under the age of 18", she looked at James and
he just said they were being over cautious, they had
discussed the play at school in humanities and had even
seen video clips from the play. Lynne started to ask
why humanities and not drama or English but she stopped
asking when she saw that the play was a commentary on
underage relationships and teenage maternity in the
late twentieth century.
The play was well written and beautifully portrayed by
the actors but by the interval Lynne knew why she
didn't visit the theatre more often, she was dying to
turn over and see what was on the other side, she had
to agree that the over eighteen label was completely
undeserved as the play was very innocuous apart from a
little 'modern' language there was nothing that she
would have objected to James seeing a few years before.
The second act was as different from the first as chalk
was from cheese, the actress portraying a fourteen year
old girl stripped totally on stage and was closely
followed by the actor portraying her eighteen year old
boyfriend, they remained nude for most of the second
act simulating intercourse several times before the
final curtain fell. Lynne looked at James's lap several
times during the more explicit parts of the play and
smiled at the considerable tent she saw in his lap.
After the play the walked arm in arm to the restaurant
that James had picked out for their after show dinner.
A discrete family run Italian restaurant was how the
advert on the internet had described the Taste of
Palermo Restaurant in a small muse off the road that
the theatre stood on, they sauntered past Lynne's
gleaming but old Vauxhall Astra, Lynne patted the car
as they passed it thinking to herself "Hi girl, we both
had a total wax job this week."
They were welcomed at the door to the restaurant and
directed to a small booth that was lit only by a
candle, Lynne thought that this would be a perfect
place for lovers to eat, wasted on a mother and her son
even if it was his special day and as it was turning
out it was her special day too. Lynne ordered Spaghetti
Carbinara and James a margarita pizza then Lynne asked
for a carafe of house red which arrived well before the
food.
Lynne poured two glasses of wine and told James to be
careful and drink his slowly. Lynne knew that she could
only drink one glass and that would leave two or three
glasses for James if he wanted them so she wanted him
to pace himself. They both decided to skip sweet and at
eleven thirty were leaving the restaurant both were
very merry, Lynne from the fact that the day had been a
total success and James from the three glasses of red
wine.
Something is wrong, that message went through Lynne's
mind over and over again as they left the restaurant,
then she realised what it was, the large, Vauxhall
Astra shaped space at the end of the muse. Her car had
gone, she returned to the restaurant and asked if she
could phone the police from there, the waiter pointed
out directions to the police station which was only a
short walk away and would save her time on the phone
now and then having to go in person later to the
station.
The desk officer looked younger than James, he took all
the details of the car and noted them in the stolen car
register, he looked up when she told him the age of the
car and explained that they would probably find the car
abandoned on one of the large estates, usually older
cars are stolen after the last bus or underground had
left as simple transport home. He offered Lynne the use
of his telephone to ring someone up to collect her and
James.
There was no one that Lynne could ring except her
father but he like Lynne could sleep through anything,
even an earthquake wouldn't waken a member of Lynne's
family once they were asleep. Lynne phoned her father's
number, she let it ring for more than five minutes then
she explained that there was no way to wake him up once
he was sleeping, on a weekend visit with his mother to
his grandfather's house Jason had even put his CD
player on full blast at midnight once just to test the
theory and neither of them had woken up.
The young officer told her that it was probably for the
best that they stop in London as the car was likely to
be found at first light and then someone would have to
come back to London to pick it up. He also told her
that there was a reasonably priced bed and breakfast
establishment right across the road from the station,
he looked at the time and said it may be too late to
get in at this time of night then he got a gleam in his
eye and picked up the telephone, as he dialled a number
he suggested that Lynne and James went across the road
quickly and see if the manager was still awake.
As they left the station she heard the officer
apologising to the person on the other end of the line
for waking him but he was trying to get in contact with
one of his guests, as there was a family emergency.
Lynne knocked on the door of the B&B and it was opened
by a grubby old man in a grubby old vest wrapped
loosely in a grubby old dressing gown, Lynne caught the
end of the conversation, "Look here I have never had a
Mr. Gravely stopping here his family must have made a
mistake, and this isn't the first time you guys have
woken me in the middle of the night on a fools errand."
He slammed the phone down and muttered something about
the bloody police, then he asked what he could do for
her, Lynne asked for two single rooms for the night if
it was possible, "No!" a simple answer, there was only
one single room left vacant but they could share for
just five pounds more than the single room price, Lynne
wasn't sure but James pointed out that it was past
midnight and that they needed someplace to stay so
Lynne took the room, it only cost thirty pounds
altogether so the price was very reasonable. Lynne
reasoned that one of them would be able to sleep in the
chair or something but she was wrong.
The room was very small; there was a three quarter
sized bed, which means that it was half way between the
size of a single bed and a double bed. There was only a
dressing table with dingy mirror on top and that was
all there was space for in the room. Lynne just
shrugged her shoulders and told James that they would
have to share the same bed, that they would keep their
underwear on and sleep back to back, she told herself
that everything would be ok.
It took only one motion for Lynne to be standing in her
tiny thong, she bent forward and grasped the hem of the
dress and pulled it in one movement over her head but
James was standing in his boxers before she was
standing in her panties. Lynne hadn't seen the boxer
shorts before and asked James where he got them from,
he explained that they were a present from his aunty
Lisa, they were very expensive silk with red hearts and
imitation lipstick in the shape of a mouth all over
them. Lynne thought that she should have words with
Lisa next time she saw her.
Lynne lay on the very edge of the bed facing away from
James and he did the same. Lynne would usually have
fallen instantly into a deep and uninsurable sleep but
due to the circumstances she found sleep difficult to
come by, she looked at the clock on the dressing table
and it was 00:30, she fell asleep and then opened her
eyes to see 00:40, then 00:50, then she was awake, the
clock said it was 01:25, the light was on and James was
whispering in her ear, he was asking if she was awake,
she so wanted to be asleep that she pretended that she
was.
Jason got out of the bed and Lynne watched his
reflection in the mirror on the dressing table as he
stripped off his boxers, when he straightened up again
she saw a very respectable erection protruding from his
groin. James gently pulled down the bedclothes exposing
his mother's breasts, he asked again if she was awake
and again she ignored him. He reached over her and
pulled at her shoulder making her roll on to her back,
again he asked if she was awake and again she ignored
him. James gently cupped his mother's breast with one
hand and pulled the bedclothes further down with the
other hand.
He stripped the bedding completely from the bed and
rubbed his hands all over Lynne's body. He was so
gentle and she felt his hand tremble as they touched
the waste band of the thong, he slipped his fingers
inside the thong and what he felt made him pull the
thong open and stare in total disbelief at her nude
pussy mound. He was begging his mother to wake up as
his fingers searched her inner moistness, he had opened
her legs and pulled the skimpy gusset of the thong to
one side, Lynne was on the edge of a climax when James
suddenly felt guilty.
He recovered his mother, lay beside her and turned the
light out; Lynne could feel the bed move gently as her
son was masturbating himself. Then she did something
she didn't believe she was capable of and she reached
down and pulled her panties off, James froze the
instant his mother moved, he didn't even remove his
hand from his cock he just froze.
Lynne wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, she knew
that James needed her she also knew that it was wrong
but she went ahead anyway. She turned to face her son,
lifted her leg that was closest to James and slipped it
in between his slightly open thighs. She pressed her
bald pussy mound against the rough hairs on James's
upper thigh and she whispered that it was ok for him to
carry on.
James started to move his hand once more, he was using
long rapid strokes up and down his cock shaft, Lynne
whispered to him to slow down a little and than she
started press down on his thigh and release the
pressure again. Lynne was using James's upper thigh to
apply pressure to her labia and indirectly on to her
clitoris, James matched his mothers pace and his
frenetic cock stroking became more relaxed.
As Lynne started to climb toward her climax her
clitoris began growing like a mini cock, eventually
coming into contact with the course hair on James's
thigh. Lynne had to catch her breath as the first wave
of her climax washed over her, she was making little
moaning noises into James's ear and as she reached the
zenith of her climax James followed suit, aiming the
eye of his cock on to his mother's thigh.
Lynne thought that would be enough for her son to make
the end of his special birthday treat really special,
she rolled on to her back and was about to turn to face
away from James when he stopped her. He reached between
her thighs, bringing a finger expertly into contact
with her clitoris while his palm massaged her hairless
mound. Lynne was instantly aroused again, it felt that
she had been on a sexual roller coaster ever since she
was pampered in the beauty parlour and the way all the
men she passed were staring at her all night.
James told his mother that he thought she was the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen and that she felt
absolutely wonderful all soft and hairless, James was
pressing his flaccid cock against his mothers thigh and
as his fingers worked their magic inside his mothers
vagina she felt his manhood begin to grow.
Colin was the only man that Lynne had known, sexually,
in her life, he was unadventurous in the extreme, and
ever since their first sexual encounter the pattern had
been the same, Colin would touch Lynne between her
legs, just run his fingers through her pubic hair, if
Lynne was in the mood for sex she would open her thighs
slightly, this was Colin's queue that it was ok for him
to carry on.
Colin would climb on top, never the other way around,
he would introduce his penis to her vagina, almost as
clinically as that, and he would push until he was all
the way inside. He never did anything to help Lynne's
natural lubrication to flow, eventually he would force
his cock through the dry folds of her pussy and then
when his cock was all the way home he would fuck her.
Colin would kiss Lynne's neck and breasts as he fucked
her but he never spoke or tried to alter the position
or anything.
Lynne was at least grateful that Colin waited until she
had climaxed before he allowed himself to finish and he
always followed her by just a few seconds, a fact that
Lynne often used if she wasn't really in the mood for
sex, a fake orgasm and a few second later it would all
be over. But what now, she was in bed with James, not
only a different lover but her son to add to her
confusion, and now James was declaring his intention to
go all the way with her, as soon as his cock reached
full erection James had started to slide over his
mothers body, bringing his cock ever closer to her
soaking love tunnel.
Lynne had been happy with the thought that she would
let James masturbate while she cuddled him and even
kissed him, she had gone further than she intended when
she used his thigh to masturbate herself but now this
was quite different, James had now removed his fingers
from her pussy and the head of his cock was pressing
against her labia. Lynne was about to push James away
when his mouth found hers, his tongue snaked out of his
mouth finding her lips slightly parted and he struck
his tongue deep into her mouth.
The suddenness of his tongue had taken her mind off of
what was happening below and before she could react she
could feel James's cock deep inside of her body. It
wasn't at all like it was with Colin, it would have
taken Colin a long time to be as deep inside of her
vagina as James was with one thrust, the difference was
that she was totally aroused, she realised that she
wanted this to happen more than her guilt wanted her to
stop.
James was using long slow thrusts, bringing his cock
almost all the way out before pushing back in to his
mothers body, there was no urgency, James was fucking
her as if he had all the time in the world. James
started to pay attention to his mother's breasts,
finding her engorged nipples and sucking one deep into
his mouth, he was sucking hard and then releasing the
pressure, and as he released the pressure he would nip
down hard onto the rock hard nipple with his teeth
covered by his lips to protect the delicate nipple.
Lynne could only stand the intense sensation for a few
minutes before she was driven over the edge into her
third orgasm of the evening so far, she expected to
feel James speed up and find his own orgasm as she had
finished her own orgasm but that was Colin not James,
he was still fucking in and out of her body at the same
long slow pace. James then lifted himself up onto his
arms, looking down the tunnel created by their two
bodies, he could see his cock gleaming with his mother
lubricating juice in the reflected streetlights, he
told his mother that he was looking at the most
wonderful thing he had seen in all of his life. Then
supporting his upper body on one arm he slipped the
other between them and started to massage her clitoris
while still keeping up the slow deep fucking motion.
Lynne reached her fourth orgasm in record time, she
expected James to stop his massaging her clitoris when
she had reached her orgasmic plateau but he didn't,
instead he increased the speed and pressure of the
clitoral massage as well as forcing his cock into her
body harder, the duel action fired her fifth orgasm off
before the fourth had finished rolling through her
body. Lynne could no longer control her breathing and
had a momentary 'grey out' when she returned to her
senses she was still panting rapidly but James was
lying still, he was on top of her with his cock still
engaged inside her love tunnel and his chest pressing
into her breasts.
James was telling his mother that she was the best
woman he had ever been with, she still couldn't bring
herself to talk during the throws of sexual orgasm but
her mind was racing away, just how many women had James
had sex with? James gave his mother a little time to
come back down to earth and then he reached back and
lifted each of Lynne's legs with his arms, linking his
elbows behind her knees and drawing her knees up onto
her chest, then he started to fuck her vigorously, he
wasn't using the long deep thrusting motion he was just
moving his cock in and out about an inch but he was
going like a racing engine, twelve thousand thrusts per
minute, Lynne was racing to the deepest and most
violent orgasm of her entire life, that was her sixth
orgasm in less than an hour, as she started to convulse
with the force of her orgasm James asked if she liked
him fucking her like that and even though Lynne didn't
want to have to speak she panted out a long low
"Yesssssssss!"
Lynne looked up into James's eyes and she could see
that he was the happiest she had ever seen him in his
fifteen years, there was sweat falling from James's
face onto her breasts and she really thought that he
would surly climax now and let them both get some sleep
at least. James asked his mother if she was tired and
she nodded up at him, then James said, "Just a few more
minutes and we can sleep."
James slid his cock out of his mothers vaginal sheath
and sat back on to the foot of the bed, he pulled at
his mothers limp arms and drew her up to meet him, then
he sat her on his lap, lining her pussy directly over
his still ram-rod hard cock. Lynne settled down on his
shaft, her own body weight forcing James deeper into
her body that anyone had ever been before, she crossed
her feet behind his back and James just started to rock
gently back and forth.
His cock was so deep inside Lynne's body that she could
actually feel the head of his cock brushing past her
cervix as he rocked them both, her clitoris was forced
between her own pelvic bone and his, the rocking motion
causing pressure in her clitoris to build and then
release, James was holding his mother against his chest
with his left arm behind her back and he brought his
right hand to his mouth, he put a little spit on his
middle finger and reached around his mothers back.
His finger quickly found her tight anal muscle and as
he continued to rock her he started to massage her
anus, he returned his finger to his mouth for fresh
supplies of spit several times then just as Lynne
started the climb to her seventh orgasm James told her
to relax completely and he pressed his finger into her
anus. James increased the speed of his rocking and he
was actually masturbating his mother's anus as she
reached her full orgasm, she could feel the muscle in
her backside contracting and relaxing in time with her
orgasm, as the muscle relaxed James pushed his finger
in a little deeper and as the muscle contracted again
he pulled his finger back out.
Lynne was counting her climaxes in her head; in this
new position James drove her to her seventh, eighth,
ninth and tenth climaxes, they were chained together
and Lynne was almost out of her mind with the pleasure
and ecstasy of it. She was only vaguely aware that
James was talking to her all the way through her
orgasms, telling her how wonderful it felt buried
inside her body like this, telling her how beautiful
she was, how special she was.
James's breathing began to increase, he was thrusting
harder now, Lynne recognised the signs that James was
about to climax and Lynne was looking forward to
feeling his hot seed flooding into her. Lynne's mind
was in a whirl, she had never had sex like this before
and she wanted to feel its completion, to feel hot
semen washing over her cervix and into her womb. She
could feel his cock pressing tight up against her
cervix already, and she could also feel her cervix
pulsing, matching her heartbeat as she was climaxing
once again. James was making little grunting noised as
his seed was beginning its journey along the connecting
tubes joining James's testicles with her fallopian
tubes.
It had been many years since Lynne had thought about
reproduction and pregnancy, ever since Colin had
radiotherapy for his lymphoma and became sterile, Lynne
hadn't even thought about the possibility of protection
during sex. There was a loud klaxon sounding in her
head now, this man, buried deep inside her body, may
look exactly like Colin did at twenty, but he was also
as fertile as Colin was at twenty too.
Lynne flew into a blind panic, she released her legs
from around her son's back and pushed down on the bed
hard, she disengaged from James's lap before he could
stop her, he did try to catch her and pull her back
down onto his cock but failed. Lynne moved back and
inspected her sons cock head in the orange glow of the
streetlights, he had grasped his cock with the hand
that had been massaging Lynne's anus and he was
masturbating himself.
After just three short pumps Lynne saw his semen fly
out, because she was bent forward looking closely his
cum hit her square in the face. Then the second flew
out and covered her breasts and the third hit her lap.
Lynne was sure that James had not produced any sperm
actually inside of her but she couldn't take any
chances, she found a white towel, it looked very dingy
in the orange glow of the streetlights. She didn't want
to put the light on and look at the towel, as she was
sure that in white light it would look even dingier.
Lynne, wrapped up in the almost whit towel, dashed
across the passageway separating her room from the
communal bathroom, there was a toilet, washbasin and
bath with mixer shower over. Lynne stood in the bath,
not bothering to close the curtain around the bath; she
switched on the shower and set the temperature so that
it was just a little cooler than she would have had for
a shower.
She washed off her face, breasts and lower abdomen and
then unscrewed the showerhead from the feeder hose. She
places one foot on the side of the bath and played the
gentle stream of warm water all over her vagina. Then
she took a deep breath and inserted the hose deep
inside of her vaginal cavity. She let the water wash
through her for several minutes and when she was sure
that there was no possibility of a deposit remaining
inside she turned the water off and replaced the
showerhead.
James was waiting for his mother, as she returned he
was pulling the bedding back into place but he was
still naked. Lynne pulled her thong back on and kissed
James before returning to her previous position on the
bed, her back towards James and perched on the edge of
the bed. James didn't put his silk boxers on though and
he lay on his back listening to his mothers breathing
in the half-light that filled the room. It took only
five minutes for Lynne's breathing to fall into the
pattern that James recognised as his mother in a deep
sleep.
He waited, he was very tired but he waited until he was
sure his mother was fully asleep, he wanted to make his
move after fifteen minutes but then he remembered that
his mother had surprised him earlier in the evening
when he was sure she was asleep. After thirty minutes
he was sure that she was fully asleep, the sleep that
would take WWIII breaking out to even put a dent in it,
James pulled his mother onto her back, then pulled the
covers on to the floor again.
He moved to the foot of the bed and sat looking at his
mother, he gently but firmly moved first one leg then
the other, he positioned her legs so that they were
bent at ninety degrees with her knees wide apart and
her feet flat on the bed. Then he thought about how he
was going to fulfill the next part of his plan, he
didn't want to risk lying on top of his mother in case
his weight or movement woke her. He decided to lie on
his side, facing her and he slid down so that his lower
leg slid under both of her knees. His top leg he
threaded under his mother's closest leg and then up and
over her abdomen, he was able to simply slip the thin
string like gusset of her thong to one side and his now
steel hard cock was pressing against his mother's
vaginal entrance once more.
As James penetrated his mother no part of his body
touched her except for his cock, it was two thirty in
the morning as James slipped his rod into his mothers
sleeping tunnel, by necessity he was being careful,
trying not to disturb not one hair on his mothers head
that he didn't need to. He fucked into her very slowly
with gentle long full strokes, it was taking him longer
than he anticipated because he was trying to minimise
the friction that he needed to climax.
James closed his eyes and used his mind's eye to
recount his earlier sexual conquest of his mother and
he felt his balls start to fill. He fired off a torrent
of cum into his mother's pussy, it had taken him thirty
minutes to do it but he was pleased that he hadn't
woken her up. He left his cock buried inside his mother
to prevent leakage as much as possible; he simply put
his free arm over her waste and settled down into her
rhythmic breathing pattern. As soon as he had matched
her breathing pattern he was asleep.
It seemed like only five minutes later there was a
banging on the bedroom door, "There's a telephone call
for you", James caught the sounds but couldn't find the
words in his mind, he could have been dreaming then
BANG! "Telephone, they say it's urgent." James was
still in the same position he was in the night when he
filled his mother with his young seed, he slipped out
from his compromising position then shook his mother,
called her name, shook her again, it was no good she
was in a deep sleep. James pulled his trousers on
without his boxers, and ran down the stairs buttoning
his shirt.
It was the police, they had found his mother's car, it
had been abandoned on Streatham High Road, it was seven
o'clock now and the car must be moved by seven-thirty
when the traffic would become grid locked by it. James
told the voice on the telephone that he wasn't from
London and had no idea how to get there in time, the
police officer told him that there would be a car at
the B&B in five minutes to take him to the car.
James rushed up to the bedroom and tried once more to
wake his mother, he quickly gave up and took his
mothers purse and car keys from her handbag, he pulled
his coat on and rushed down to the road. As his foot
touched the pavement a police car screeched to a halt
by his side. The police driver raced through the near
deserted city streets James was deciding what he should
do for the best, he decided that he would come clean ad
tell the officer that he was only fifteen, and ask him
to drive his mothers car into a side road until she
could return with him to fetch it.
As they raced along James noticed that the once
deserted roads were starting to gather traffic, with
almost each passing minute there were more and more
cars, he could see why in just a few minutes a car
parked in the wrong place could cause havoc. There was
a sudden sound like rushing wind, then a radio call-
sign, the driver reached up to his lapel, pressed a
button on a microphone held by his epaulets, he
repeated the same call-sign with an additional
"receiving over!"
James didn't make out all of what was said but the just
of it was that the officer was required back in his own
area for an emergency; the driver reached forward and
the air was suddenly tipped apart with the sound of the
two-tone horns on the car. The car leaped to eighty
miles an hour, hardly slowing to pass through red
traffic lights, James was told to be ready to jump out
when the car stopped and that his car would be two
hundred yards further up the road. Bang went James's
plan to get the police to move his mothers car, James
wasn't bothered about driving the car, he had driven
his grandfathers land-rover on his farm on many
occasions, the last holiday he spent there he had been
allowed to drive the tractor, even allowed to plough a
field.
It wasn't the driving that bothered him but being
caught doing it by the police. As he walked to the car
he convinced himself to just drive it as far as the
first safe parking space, unfortunately that plan was
also scotched as the damage to the cars door lock and
steering lock meant that anyone passing could steel the
car again. James girded up his loins and started the
car's engine.
At school, just after the new term had started James
had overheard some of the boys from the rougher side of
town, talking about how they always got away with joy-
riding, there were a set of simple rules to follow.
James was sitting with the engine running trying to
remember what they were; it came back to him in little
snippets of memory. Don't steel a car that will stand
out, the police will stop any Subaru Impretsa driven by
a young man. Don't wear a baseball cap or drive with
your hood up.
Always drive at the same speed as everyone else. Don't
panic, if you stall and a pratt is tooting you, just
wave courteously back at them and take your time
restarting the car and take a deep breath before
pulling off again. All of this advice was running
through James's head as he drove to the next junction
and turned right into a side road, his instinct was to
turn left, the easier manoeuvre but that would mean
turning right on to the now very busy main road. He
joined the flow of traffic back into London and
remembered to just keep a little distance between
himself and the car in front; as other cars forced
their way in between he just dropped back a little
more.
He hadn't planned on driving back to the B&B and so he
hadn't taken much notice of the directions taken on the
outward journey. He got lost a few times but by nine
thirty he was driving past the police station and could
see the B&B opposite. As luck would have it a car was
just pulling away from the space right outside the door
to the B&B, James decided to mount the curb and put the
drivers door an inch away from a telephone kiosk to
prevent anyone getting past the broken door lock.
He then slid across into the passenger's seat and
exited the car through that door which he could lock
with his mother's keys. The street was a pay and
display area and as James only had a few coins in his
pocket he dumped them all into the machine and took a
ticket for the maximum his money would allow.
As James entered the B&B the manager was standing
behind the reception counter, he was fully dressed now
but still looked very grubby, the manager told James
that they had missed breakfast and if they were in the
room past midday it would cost them another thirty
pounds. James thanked the man and told him they would
be out by noon.
In James's rush to meet the police earlier he had
forgotten to cover his mother but it looked like she
hadn't moved a muscle since he put her in that position
at two thirty in the morning. James through the covers
back over his mother and he pulled her over onto her
side calling for her to wake up, as she stopped rolling
over she opened her eyes and looked at him, then fall
back to sleep.
James took thirty minutes to wake his mother, each time
she would open her eyes for a little longer than the
last until eventually she was wide awake. It was just
approaching ten thirty by the time and Lynne threw her
legs over the side of the bed and stood up shakily she
pulled the gusset of her thong back into the centre of
her crotch and let it go with a slight thwack.
James was quick to move in on his mother as she stood
there in only her thong, he put his arms around her and
rested his head against her breast. He turned his face
towards her and he kissed her breast gently then kissed
the tip of her nipple, he said "Mum could we do" but
his question was cut short by his mother's fingers
pressing against his lips. Lynne said that she thought
that what they had done the previous night was very
beautiful and special but she felt that it had been a
terrible mistake.
James pleaded with his mother and he was pressing a
healthy erection against her pussy mound, Lynne
relented slightly and said that she didn't think it was
right for them to do it but that if they were going to
ever do it again it would have to be safer than the
night before. James would have to wear a condom and to
help fend off her guilty feelings he wouldn't be able
to call her mum if he wanted to have a special time
with her. Lynne thought that insisting on a condom
might cause James to be a little upset as it meant that
he couldn't have sex right now as he wanted to but as
she looked at his face there was a broad smile right
across it.
James foraged in his wallet and found a Durex
Featherlight condom, the packet was very battered but
Lynne inspected it and it seemed to be intact. "Where
the hell did you get this from?" She asked, James
explained that as part of his home economics class all
the students had been given one to practice rolling
down an imitation penis, James had decided to pop his
into his wallet for the future.
Lynne rolled off her thong, took up a position on the
bed and asked James what position he would like her in,
James blushed a little and asked if she could do
something for him before he put his condom on. Lynne
asked what he had in mind and James was now standing by
the bed totally nude and holding his very erect cock in
his hand asked if she would give him oral sex. Lynne's
turn to blush now, she told James that she had never
done anything like that for Colin in all the years that
they had been together, James's reply was simple.
"I'll bet Colin never give you such great sex as we had
last night or ever pushed his finger in your ass!"
Lynne burst out laughing, she pulled James on to the
bed and apologised in advance for being a novice at
this sort of thing. Lynne took James's cock into her
mouth but James stopped her, he jumped off the bed and
found a little tube of petroleum jelly in his mother's
handbag, he returned to the bed but positioned himself
in the traditional 69 position, both of them lying on
their sides. James pressed his cock to his mother's
lips and she opened her mouth for him then as she was
sucking him deep into her mouth he lifted her upper leg
and pressed his mouth between.
His tongue fired out of his mouth and washed deep
inside his mother, he could taste his salty stale semen
deep inside her folds, then as he worked her with his
mouth he pressed a little of the jelly onto his middle
finger and reaching around her bottom he started to pay
attention to her anus once again. James managed to
bring Lynne effortlessly to an orgasm with just his
mouth but as his finger slipped into her anus she
rocketed to a chain of orgasms one rolling over her
before the preceding one had died away.
Lynne was instantly in sexual heaven; she was working
James's cock like an expert eventually bringing him off
in her mouth. As she tasted the first salty beginnings
of his climax she pulled his body hard against her
face, his cock pressing against the back of her throat.
She was gagging slightly and this gagging action caught
James's cock head inside her esophagus and for a few
seconds there was a milking action on James's cock
head.
He fired a string of cum directly into her throat,
injecting his seed at high speed into her stomach,
Lynne felt the red hot sperm in her throat, she loved
the feeling but had to push his cock from her mouth as
she fought for her breath. As his rod slipped from
between her lips he fired off the next salvo of cum
which hit her in the eye and then she caught his cock
again in her mouth and drank the last drop of seed.
They lay panting still in that 69 position.
Lynne asked James if he wanted to save his condom for
the next time they were alone or use it now but she
added that she was totally knackered now. James looked
at the clock and said we are out of time if you don't
want to pay for another night.
They had arrived at the B&B as mother and son but due
to an accident of fate they were walking down the
stairs as lovers. They handed the room key back to the
manager who looked at his watch and said dam under his
breath because it was still only ten minutes to twelve.
Lynne asked the quickest way to St. Pancreas station
from here and James smiled inwardly as his mother was
taking in the complicated instructions.
As they stepped on to the pavement Lynne's eyes opened
wide, there was her trusty old Vauxhall Astra right
outside the door. James had to explain that he had
driven the car from Streatham and Lynne told him off
for that but realised that he must have done a good job
of driving as he had managed to cross the city of
London in one piece and at rush hour too.
As they set off toward the M1 motorway James realised
he was starving, Lynne was too and decided to take the
first services they reached for a little lunch. London
Gateway services are only six miles or so from London
and they reached there just before one in the
afternoon. They ate their lunch chattering and giggling
like all new lovers do, then James asked her a serious
question, of all the men in the restaurant which one
would she want to fuck.
Lynne blushed a deep crimson. "Stop it James" she said
but he was insistent that he wanted to know. Lynne
scanned around the room, there was a man behind her, he
was reading a daily newspaper, "Him!" She said nodding
in the man's direction. James started to stare at the
man; he was trying to work out what it was that
attracted his mother to this particular man. The man
became aware that James was staring at him and dropped
his paper and stared back, eventually he walked over to
their table and asked James if he had a problem.
James said "Yes, I'm trying to remember where I know
you from" the guy relaxed a little and looked down at
Lynne, in her very sexy dress, in a sitting position,
it was difficult to hide both her boobs and her
panties, she had chosen to cover her breasts as she was
hidden from most of the room by the table, but not
hidden from a person standing behind or at her side.
They agreed that James couldn't know the guy as he was
from Cardiff; he was going to do a job at the Heineken
brewery in Northampton.
James broke out in a broad smile, he asked the man to
join them and share their pot of coffee, Lynne had said
nothing, she was just imitating a beetroot sitting
there blushing. Steve introduced himself when he
returned to the table and James did likewise, then he
introduced Lynne as his wife Lynne. They made small
talk over coffee and Steve told them that his job was
going to be very boring.
He had to work for an hour today, then he had to stop
close to Northampton all weekend in case they had a
problem with a large maintenance project they were
carrying out all weekend. Steve would be working for
most of Monday and planned to carry on to Tuesday if
needed then it would be the long drive back to Cardiff.
James watched Steve like a hawk; Steve didn't look once
at James, he was concentrating on looking at a very
sexy black silk thong peeping out from under the table.
James asked Steve where he was planning on stopping in
Northampton. Steve had made no arrangements but would
probably use the travel lodge close to junction
fifteen-a. Steve went to the toilet leaving James and
his mother alone, James told Lynne that the man wanted
her and she said that he was being ridiculous.
James made a bet with his mother, he would give her his
only condom and never buy any more if the guy didn't
want her, if the guy did want her then she would have
to let James fuck her whenever he wanted to without a
condom. Part of the bet was that that Lynne would do
everything that James asked her to and do nothing to
put Steve off of her, Lynne was once again on a sexual
high, she had been like that for most of the last
thirty six hours. Steve returned and was about to make
his farewells when James told him that he and Lynne
lived closer to the Heineken brewery than junction
fifteen-a.
James asked if Steve would like to take potluck with
them for the weekend and save himself a few hundred
pounds into the bargain. Steve thanked James for the
kind offer and was about to reject the offer but then
he looked at Lynne again sitting there dressed the way
she was and accepted graciously. James suggested that
Steve took Lynne in his car and go directly to their
house to drop Lynne and his bags off, that way Steve
would know his way back from the brewery and James
would be home later after he made a visit in
Northampton.
Lynne was about to protest when James picked up her
keys and kissed her passionately, he suggested that she
direct Steve in from the brewery to their home so that
it would make it easier for Steve to find them later.
James called in to the shop to purchase some essential
supplies but still left the services ahead of Steve and
his mother; he drove directly home by the shortest
route, which was twenty miles shorter than the way he
had told Lynne to take Steve.
In the car Steve made most of the small talk, he
reached down and reclined Lynne's seat slightly causing
even more of her panties to show below her hem. As they
reached cursing speed and Steve would not need to
change gear again for some time he rested his hand on
the edge of Lynne's seat. He allowed his little finger
to stroke the bare flesh of Lynne's thigh, she wanted
to stop him but this was a bet, she would do nothing to
stop Steve in any way.
She knew already that she had lost anyway, Steve was
obviously interested in her sexually as he was making
his first pass less than five minutes after she got in
his car. Steve was finding it difficult to drive and
look in Lynne's lap at the same time, then he asked
almost innocently if her panties were silk or nylon.
Lynne asked him what he thought they were, he told her
that it was hard to tell just from looking but the real
way to tell was by feeling them. Lynne turned her body
slightly towards Steve but left the furthest leg where
it was, this had the effect of making her more
accessible to him and opening her legs wider at the
same time. Steve took the hint and reached out to touch
her panties, "mmmmmm silk!" He said.
Steve asked Lynne if she would take her panties off for
him and she obliged, lifting her bottom slightly and
slipping her thong to the floor, then she popped them
into her handbag. Steve was extremely distracted now,
he was raving about how wonderful her bald pussy
looked, he reached out and started to masturbate her
and she responded by sliding forward in her seat and
reclining the seat further to give him better access.
James was driving carefully, he was keeping to just
below the speed limit and keeping to the left hand
lane, after about ten miles he noticed Steve driving
past him in the middle lane, it looked like Steve was
all alone in the car. James was just about to pull off
the motorway at the next slip road to return to the
London Gateway services to see if his mother had
chickened out on the bet. But then he noticed that
Steve was sitting at a strange angle, he was reaching
over toward the middle of the passenger seat and he was
looking down rather than at the road.
James gunned the Vauxhalls engine slightly to keep
level with Steve, James thought that he was lucky that
there was a few miles of clear road ahead of them or
Steve might crash because he defiantly wasn't looking
toward the road at all. As James pulled back to the
side of Steve's car he lifted himself up in the seat
and looked down toward Steve's passenger seat, he saw
his mother, her seat reclined totally, there was a
black belt around her midriff.
James realised instantly that it was her Lycra sheath
dress rolled down off of her breasts and rolled up from
her thighs, his mother was almost totally naked and it
looked lovely watching Steve finger fuck her as they
sped along the motorway at seventy five miles per hour.
James kept looking ahead to check there were no cars in
his lane, and then looking back at his mother.
He could see that she was in ecstasy, he watched her
orgasm, she was shaking her head from side to side, and
she was pulling Steve's hand into her pussy harder,
trying to get every last ounce of pleasure out of the
experience. James watched as she lifted her feet off of
the floor and hooked her heels over the front edge of
the seat, bringing her knees high above the car's
window line and her legs were wide apart, Steve was
reaching right round and his fingers were working at
high speed in her pussy.
James was tempted to try and keep pace with his mum and
Steve but there was a congregation of traffic ahead and
the exit that would mean he would arrive home well
before his mum and her companion was fast approaching.
It was with a heavy heart that James broke off his
voyeuristic journey and left the motorway.
James arrived in his driveway a little faster than he
had planned and brought the old Vauxhall to a
screeching halt just short of the garage door; he
jumped out of the car and opened the garage door. His
mother and father both reversed their cars into the
garage religiously but James lacked the skill or the
time to do that and he drove his mother's car in
forward by the side of his father's car.
James's heart skipped a beat and he ran in the house
shouting his fathers name but there was no reply, a
note explained that his father had taken a lift from
someone at work that was going on the trip with him and
that it would be Tuesday at the earliest before he
would be home. James threw the note into the bin and
ran to his room, he stripped his bed and took his
bedding and dirty clothes down to the utility room.
Then he returned to his room and removed all the
posters and paraphernalia that pointed to the age of
the room's occupant, he even cleared all of his draws
and wardrobe throwing everything into black plastic
bags and then into the box bedroom that was just a
garbage dump for all of the family memories and he
closed the door on all the carnage he had caused in
there.
He checked the living room and dining room, removed all
photographs that showed his father and mother together
and left only ones showing him and his mum. Then he ran
up to his parents bedroom, he had his essential
supplies in his pocket, a new box of ten condoms, he
removed two and popped them in his wallet, then he
fanned out the other eight as if the box had been
casually discarded on the bedside table at the height
of passion.
He placed his house key by the side of the condoms
hoping that his mother would manage to work her way
around his unspoken scenario. Then he searched through
his fathers things and found his palm-cam video, he
looked around the room for a vantage point, the
wardrobe door had louvers and James broke one of the
slats away at a comfortable height for him to watch his
mother's bed from. The camera battery was flat so James
had to route an extension chord through into the
wardrobe and he put the camera on charge and popped a
brand new forty-five minute video film in the slot.
There was more that he wanted to do but he saw Steve's
car draw onto the drive, he secreted himself in his
mother's wardrobe and waited, he could hear his mother
offer Steve a coffee and he thanked god that Steve
refused her offer. James heard footsteps on the stairs
and he heard his mother open his bedroom door gingerly,
he could almost hear his mother sigh in relief as she
saw his bed on its side and turned toward the wall,
James had covered it with a dust sheet for good
measure. Lynne told Steve to leave his bags there and
she would air his bed and make it up while he was at
the brewery.
"This is the bathroom and this is my bedroom," Jason
heard his mother say and then there was a muffled
silence as Steve pressed his mouth to Lynne's, the
bedroom door burst open and James pressed the record
button on the camera. James had found a good place to
perch the camera the camera where it wouldn't suffer
from his shaky hands. He had set the lens to roughly
half way between telephoto and wide angle as that
setting gave a film zone two feet wider than the bed in
both directions.
Steve had pulled Lynne's dress down to her knees as
they entered the room, they tumbled on to the bed and
Lynne helped Steve to undress as fast as possible.
There was little foreplay and James was pleased that
Steve's cock was smaller than his own. Lynne practiced
her newly acquired skills in oral sex and she
gratefully received the same off of Steve. Lynne
noticed the newly broken slat on the wardrobe door and
guessed that was where her horny little boy was hiding.
Steve was pressing Lynne against the bed now and he was
getting into position for the end game, Lynne had
noticed the condoms on the bedside table and managed to
stop Steve from entering her just in time, she told him
that he would have to use a condom and passed one to
him, Steve would have rather rode Lynne bareback but he
took the condom and skinned it on to his cock.
The actual sex act was nothing special but it still
blew Lynne's lights out thinking that a stranger was
fucking her in her own bed with her son watching her.
As soon as Steve finished off he slipped his cock out
of Lynne, he tied the opening and dropped it in the bin
at the side of the bed. Lynne just lay there as Steve
dressed and kissed her goodbye, she had seen James's
key on the bedside table and she handed the key to
Steve to let himself in when he returned.
James waited for the sound of Steve's car reversing
down the long driveway and out on to the street before
he joined his mother, "How do you feel darling?" He
asked his mother. She just smiled and said, "Wonderful,
thank you."
END
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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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