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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)

***

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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