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Playacting
by Scorpio00155(address defunct)
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For a moment I stiffened in my son's grip, but the feel
of his lips and the excitement that had already built up
inside me overcame me and I suddenly relaxed and
returned his embrace with everything that I had. From
that moment on I was lost, (F/M-teen, inc, mom-son)
***
"No, no, no, no!" I sighed getting to my feet, "Some
Romeo you'd make."
I was helping my son with his lines for the school play,
it was supposed to be Romeo and Juliet, but poor old
Will Shakespeare would have turned in his grave if he
could hear the way my sixteen year old boy was making a
hash of one of the most romantic scenes in the play.
"Aw mum, it's rubbish." Angus moaned as I took the book
from him.
"It's not rubbish, as you would quickly see if you took
an interest in the play." I snapped back, "This scene is
full of romance, Romeo is crying out to his beloved
Juliet who is standing on a balcony out of reach."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he sighed, "but it's so mushy."
"'Mushy' is something you are going to need to learn if
you are going to have any luck with the girls," I
grinned, "I don't think we've quite reached the stage
where you can just walk over to a girl and say 'drop
them'. Just read the lines and sound as though you mean
them, I'll read Juliet."
So he read the lines and though they didn't sound as
though it were a love lorn youth calling to his beloved
at least it was close enough to pass. For the life of me
I couldn't understand why he had volunteered to act in
the school play, my son had never shown an interest in
such things before, so I finally asked him.
"Yeah well," he grinned, "I thought they were going to
do something else."
"Like what?" I asked out of curiosity.
"A thing called Confessions." He grinned in reply, "It's
all about the confessions of some randy sod in the
Victorian age."
"I've never heard of it," I laughed, "but I should have
known it had something to do with sex."
"Yeah well, the head put the boot in and stopped us
doing it," Angus sighed, "so its Romeo and bloody
Juliet."
I was curious about this play Confessions though and I
pumped my son for more about it, he grinned and shot off
to his room, when he returned he had a couple of play
books in his hands.
"Here," he said dropping one of them in my lap, "have a
read."
"Maybe later," I responded, "for now let's finish with
the one you'll be performing tomorrow, you're almost
there, all you have to do is get a bit more feeling in
it."
Thanks to the practise my son did quite well when it
came time to perform the play the following evening.
After the performance, as we walked back home, Angus
asked me if I'd had a chance to look at the play he'd
given me.
"I haven't, not yet anyway." I admitted.
"Well why don't we run through it when we get home," he
grinned, "I'll play the male roles and you can be all
the women."
"I suppose we could seeing as you've no school tomorrow
and I've nothing better to do with your father away." I
agreed, "Okay, but only as long as you don't muck about
the way you did while we were practising Romeo and
Juliet."
"All right," my son grinned as we turned into our
street, "no mucking about, I'll pretend we're performing
the play, is that okay with you?"
"That's fine." I replied as we went indoors.
Taking off my coat I went into the living room and
poured myself a drink, sipping from my glass I picked up
my copy of the play 'Confessions' and started to flip
through it. My son had described the play as raunchy,
the little bits and pieces I read sounded more like
pornographic to me and I was not surprised that the
headmaster had put his foot down, but it certainly
seemed interesting. Angus came into the living room with
his copy of the play and grinned at me.
"Want to start?" he asked as I drained my glass.
"Why not." I said, "Remember, no mucking about, you
follow the lines and directions or I will chuck it in."
I'm afraid that I was quite serious about literature and
the theatre having once played with a dramatic group,
but that was before I was married and I wondered if I
still had the 'gift'. Turning to the first page we began
to read, the whole story seemed to revolve around a
Victorian Rake who seemed to be a cross between Superman
and Casanova, it began with the character on his
deathbed confessing his sins to a priest, my son lay on
the couch to indicate the deathbed and knelt beside it
to deliver the priest's lines.
Then we were into the first of the Rake's adventures,
his first conquest as a 'youth' of twenty, we really got
into the spirit of the thing as we delivered the lines
for the flirtation and followed the directions printed
in the book.
"Ah, sweet Evelyn," my son was saying with feeling as he
read the lines, "I worship the very ground that you walk
on, let us share one sweet moment of bliss together to
seal our love."
My son wrapped his arms around me and went to kiss me as
described in the book while I leant back in his clutches
and delivered my line.
"Roger!" I said with feeling, "Unhand me sir, what if
some-one should come upon us, your appetites exceed your
wisdom sir!"
"There are none to observe us my precious," Angus
responded, "and it is the wild beating of my heart that
drives me, my intentions are pure and honest my lady."
'Evelyn' resisted 'Roger' for a while longer, I was
getting wrapped up in the play and when I delivered the
line so fateful for 'Evelyn' it was with all the passion
and fire that I had.
"Oh Roger," I sighed, "I am aflame for you, treat me
kindly good sir for I surrender my heart and my all to
you."
The book then read: 'Roger kisses her passionately', I
felt my son drawing me to him and lowered my book as he
kissed me full on the lips with a passion that would
have won him an Oscar. Despite the fact that we were
only playacting I felt myself becoming excited by that
kiss. As the moments drew out I felt just like my
character in the play, ready to surrender my all to the
man who had professed such love for me and when Angus
parted our lips to read the next line I was limp and
unresisting in his arms.
"Ah, sweet, sweet Evelyn," he sighed with true feeling,
"your lips are the purest Nectar, your skin, the palest
Alabaster, hide not your charms from me my love, bare
all that I might praise your every part."
At that point the book gave the direction: 'Roger sits
on the chaise longue and watches as Evelyn disrobes', my
son was looking puzzled as he read the directions.
"What's a chaise longue?" he asked.
"Like a couch but with only one armrest." I smiled.
Roger sat on the couch, glanced at the book then looked
up at me, I read the direction again then followed it by
removing my clothes, like the character I felt my heart
flutter as I tossed aside my last item of clothing and
stood naked in front of the Rake 'Roger'. Angus tore his
eyes from my body and read his next line.
"God in his wisdom," he breathed as though in awe, "has
placed true beauty on this earth, that beauty is you my
darling. Were I to die this instant it would be as a man
blessed."
According to the plot Roger rose and disrobed, my son
did just that, in a few moments I was staring
breathlessly at my son's cock, as it grew hard in front
of my very eyes, it took me a moment to gather my wits
to deliver the next line.
"Oh my sir," I gasped, "what a beast your Pego is, such
size and girth, surely it would split me in twain."
I puzzled that such an innocent character like 'Evelyn'
would know what a 'Pego' was let alone that 'Roger's'
was large in comparison to other men, speaking of which
my son was no slouch in that direction either, my eyes
kept drifting to his cock as it quivered and pointed at
me. Following the book's directions my son came over to
me and swept me into his arms, the feel of his skin
against mine set up a burning in me that I could not
believe, after my son delivered the next line he was
supposed to kiss his victim then ravage her, I was all
set to end the scene after the line was delivered.
"Christ mum," Angus gasped, "you are beautiful."
Before I could gather my wits to point out that the line
wasn't the one written and that we should end the scene
his lips were crushing down on mine, his arms holding me
tightly as he kissed me with a fervour and passion
beyond belief. For a moment I stiffened in his grip, but
the feel of his lips and the excitement that had already
built up inside me overcame me and I suddenly relaxed
and returned his embrace with everything that I had.
From that moment on I was lost, dropping the book I
wrapped my arms around my son's body and sighed, one of
his hands slid onto my boobs and began to play with me.
His fingers teased my nipples then sank into my flesh,
the excitement I was feeling exploded into bliss and I
pressed my boob into his hand with a gasp into his
mouth.
Minutes or hours later my son's hand slipped down my
body and I gave a shudder as he began to tease my clit,
groaning I raised a hand to his chest and tweaked his
nipples the way my husband liked me to, Angus gave a
groan then slid his fingers down to my wet hole, as they
sank into me I pushed down to receive them.
What we were doing was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but
the pleasure his moving fingers and lips was giving me
overrode all my inhibitions, even when I felt myself
being lowered to the floor I could only think of the
bliss that was running through me.
His lips left mine then closed a moment later around one
of my nipples, his fingers moved faster in my pussy and
his thumb stretched out to press on my clit, in a roar
of red hot ecstasy I climaxed, my voice crying out my
bliss as my body trembled and quivered, I felt aflame
with the sensations that were hitting me like a solid
blow.
For one brief moment my son's hands and mouth left my
body, then I felt his weight settling on top of me, but
my panic at what was to happen was submerged by the
orgasm that was running through me at the time. With one
thrust that sent me crashing into another orgasm my son
pushed his cock all the way into my pussy.
"NO!" I cried out both my pleasure and denial of what
was happening.
Ironically, even as I was crying out I was wrapping my
legs around his body to hold my son in place, his cock
moving in me at a steady pace that was driving me wild,
bursts of orgasmic bliss ran through me every few
seconds as my son took me. Yet he wasn't taking me, my
body was reacting and moving with him, it was a shock to
discover that I was giving myself to him freely, a shock
that was dulled by my own passion.
All I could think of was the joy he was giving me as his
breathing sounded harsh and loud in my ear. Wild cries
escaped my lips as Angus began to move faster, his
thrusts hard and heavy, crushing my clit so deliciously,
his cock sliding along the walls of my pussy so
delightfully with every move that he made, and when he
moved a hand to my nipples I exploded into a climax so
powerful that my shakes should have bucked us across the
floor.
Then Angus was groaning and pushing deep into me, his
whole body quivering as bursts of heat filled my depths,
with a loud cry of delight I pushed up even tighter to
his body as he filled me with his hot seed then cried
out again when his body relaxed and his cock started to
move in me again.
Unbelievably he stayed hard inside me, his cock sliding
and thrusting in me so fast that I thought it would
burst into flames, sending streamers of hot ecstasy
along every nerve in my body to stun my very thoughts as
an orgasm so powerful it paralysed me hit me like a
battering ram. I would not have believed that my ecstasy
could get any greater, but as my son pushed deep into
me, groaned and filled me with his juices I felt myself
surging to an even higher peak as the heat of his seed
spread inside me.
Once again my son was moving in me as soon as his orgasm
had faded a little, but this time I felt his cock
shrinking inside me. Yet even limp he was of such a size
that his cock stayed inside me to blast my mind with yet
another orgasm before he rolled off my shuddering body
to lie gasping by my side.
Gradually my body's excitement eased and my mind became
capable of cogent thought, still too overcome to move I
lay there as the realisation of what we had done filled
me with guilt and shame. After a while both feelings
began to fade and by the time I was strong enough to sit
up I had a new emotion filling me, driving aside my
shame and drowning out my guilt, it was desire.
My son was watching me when I opened my eyes, his eyes
roving over my body and as I sat up he smiled, it was as
though he felt no qualms of conscience, but then who was
I to talk, all I was now feeling was the desire to have
my son's glorious cock in my pussy again. Pushing my
lust to one side I confronted my son.
"Angus, oh Angus, what have we done?" I sighed.
"Well if you don't know by now mum I'll just have to
give you another lesson." My son quipped.
Even though he was expressing the same desire that I was
feeling I had to get through to him how wrong what we
had done was, but God help me I wanted him so much
again.
"Be serious." I said firmly, "Do you know what we've
done? Do you realise just what it means?"
"I'm not stupid mum," Angus sighed, "I've had sex with
you, which is incest, which is against the law."
"Precisely!" I responded.
"Fuck them!" Angus retorted, "Whoever wrote that law
should be shot. I know you enjoyed what we did as much
as I did. If it was so bad how could it feel so good?
Answer me that!"
I couldn't, nothing in my upbringing or experience could
give me an answer to his question. I squirmed as his
eyes burned on my skin, I could feel his juices slowly
oozing from my pussy and the growing lust inside me,
while I thought I used a tissue to clean my pussy, but
all this did was to fan the fire of my desire.
My eyes focused on his flaccid cock and I remembered the
sight of it erect, the feel of his hardness sliding
inside me, the heat of his juices filling me, weighed
against the bliss I had felt when he took me a law
written by people long dead had no chance.
"I can't answer you." I finally admitted, "Oh God!
Angus, I should never have let things get this far. I
can't fight it Angus, I want you, God, and how I want
you!"
"And I want you mum," my son grinned with his cock
swelling back to erection, "more than you know, but not
here on the hard floor. Let's go upstairs where we can
be comfortable."
As I let my son lead me up the stairs, his hand hot in
mine, I tried to work out how we could keep what we were
doing a secret from everyone, but my mind was filled
with thoughts of what we would do when we reached the
bedroom and any planning would just have to wait.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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