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Movie Night
by Ribbit (pointedheadedribbit@yahoo.com)
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A mother catches her son fantasizing about her and she
decides to do something about it. (F/m-teen, ped, inc)
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I struggled down the stairs to the basement with the
heavy laundry hamper, as well as my forty-three year
old body would let me, wondering not for the first time
why my teenage son, who was bigger and stronger than
his mother, couldn't help more with the chores. It was
Saturday afternoon and Bridget my tennis partner had
cancelled last minute, so I decided to do some laundry.
When I got down to the basement, a funny noise put me
on full alert. Immediately I thought of a burglar, and
being the impulsive – not to say, stupid – type, I
decided to investigate.
It wasn't a burglar, but what it was shocked me even
more. Sitting next to the laundry machine was Josh, my
son. He had his pants down and was frantically beating
his penis. He couldn't see me because his face was
wrapped in a pair of my soiled panties. I could see his
tongue lapping at the crotch through the fabric. Then
he started moaning.
"Aww, mom. Aww, mommy. You pussy's so good. So fucking
good. I want to fuck you, mommy."
In shock, I watched. He had a bra of mine too, and he
applied it to his dick, and started shooting his semen
into it, moaning all the while.
I escaped, beet red with embarrassment. I even left the
house, as quietly as I could, driving to the tennis
courts as if my date hadn't been cancelled. And there I
sat, thinking about what I'd just seen.
I should explain that I am a divorced woman. Natural
blonde with a little help from the bottle. I am heavy –
which means a little more tummy and thigh than I would
like and very large breasts. After my husband left me
with Josh, running off with a younger woman, I tried to
find another man, but they all seemed to be either
freaks or geeks, and anyway I am very busy at my job.
So I just gave up on sex.
To think a man could want me like that! A man? What was
I saying, it was Josh, my own son! Oh god, it was so
strange. I wondered whether it was normal, Oedipus
complex or whatever they call it. In the end I decided
it was just a phase he was going through, and he'd grow
out of it soon, or find a girlfriend or something. The
best thing was to pretend nothing had happened and get
back to normal.
But I couldn't get back to normal. That very night, I
found myself fiddling with my cunt, something I didn't
often do. I was rubbing my clit through the fabric of
my panties and the idea that Josh might stick his
tongue in that very crotch and taste me, was so
exciting. I exploded in the best orgasm I'd had for...a
long time.
From then on it was like a devil took possession of me.
I started dressing again. Wearing deep cut clothes,
lying in the garden in my bikini any time Josh was
around. He was doing a good job of pretending like he
didn't notice but I knew better. In the kitchen I found
myself bumping into him as he fixed a peanut butter and
jelly sandwich.
Then came movie night, a few weeks later. Movie night
was something Josh and me had been doing since his
father had left – kind of a treat I'd introduced to
compensate for the fact that his dad had totally blown
him off. He was only nine when we'd first started it,
and back then it had been kids movies.
This time I got out an R rated thriller. Josh looked at
me like I was crazy when he saw the DVD box.
"Mom, are you sure you want to watch that one?"
"Why have you already seen it? I heard it's good."
"Well, I mean, it's kind of...more mature than our
usual movies."
"Oh, I think you're old enough for it now. I mean
you'll be sixteen next month, right?"
We settled in on the couch in our usual spots, but I
found myself moving a bit closer than normal. I had
slipped on my satin nightdress, with black lace panties
underneath.
The movie was quite racy, with lots of gratuitous sex
scenes. I noticed my son doing a bit of squirming, as
the main actress – an undercover cop – was forced to
fuck the brains out of the bad guy gangster kingpin in
order to protect her cover.
"Do you think she's hot?" I asked him.
I wasn't sure how far I'd take it, but like I said, the
little devil in me just kept pushing it.
"She's um...I dunno."
"She's got small boobs," I observed critically. "Do you
prefer small ones or big ones?"
"Big ones," he answered, under his breath.
My son was blushing hard, sitting stock still, with a
cushion over his crotch.
Stop. Just stop now, Patsy. I told myself. But the
little devil inside me had other ideas.
"Big like mine?" I asked innocently. He nodded, daring
to glance at them.
"You used to love to breastfeed from them. You were
such a greedy boy," I noted, trying to sound a bit more
like a normal mother. But it was very far from normal.
I could feel myself getting wet. I was pretty close to
the edge already.
I took his hand, which was burning hot, and guided it
over the silky fabric covering my tits, until the
nipples hardened with the sensation.
Josh quickly gained in confidence and slid close to me,
grabbing hold of my tit with both hands.
"Oh, mom," he sighed, and plunged his face down to my
breasts.
I ran my fingers through his soft silky hair and down
his smooth milky back. He was feeling me all over too.
"Oh, Joshy, baby, yes."
Our eyes met and we kissed. I broke the kiss only to
pull his t-shirt over his head and rub the smooth,
boyish skin of his chest. He returned the favour and my
nightdress was shed. The sight of my bare tits made him
go wild and he attacked them with kisses and sucking.
"Now," I commanded him, "Fuck me. Fuck mommy like you
wanted to."
That was it. The man in him came out. He tore off his
jeans and I saw that glorious cock of his up close and
personal. He practically ripped off my panties and in
seconds his cock was inside me. It filled me like
electric current. I'd never known sex like that which I
had with my son.
We came together, and my pussy tightened to milk ever
drop of his precious boy-juice.
As we lay together, panting, our bodies entwined and
sticking together in sweat, we noticed the credits were
rolling on the TV. We'd missed the happing ending. But
oh well, it wouldn't be our last movie night together.
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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