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Krista Allen and her Son - 1
by Tag Johnson (tag_johnson1960@hotmail.com)

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Krista Allen and her son find romance during a Hawaiian 
vacation. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, rom, celeb-parody)

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PART ONE

Krista Allen was pumped. When her lawyer had call an 
hour ago she had been alarmed by his serious tone. Why 
she didn't know, even at his best he gave the impression 
of someone giving himself Last Rites. When she had 
arrived at his office she had been shown directly into 
his office which increased her sense of dread. 

He wordlessly directed her to the lone chair directly in 
front of his desk. He stared at her grimly for a moment 
and asked her if she knew why he had asked her to come? 
Krista slumped and nodded tearfully, "Not again?" 

The year before she had completed a decent "B" action 
flick that had promised almost double largest paycheck 
of her career and a year ago, she had intended to pay 
off her mortgage. The past year had been Hell; no work, 
no paycheck from Mr. Hotshot Would Be Producer, the bank 
breathing down her neck, even though the kindly loan 
officer had been doing his best to keep her afloat. 

Tears welled in her eyes, "What am I going to do? I am 
broke, I have been broke," she whispered. 

"Well you can quit crying and read this for one," Her 
lawyer said, as he handed her a sheet of paper and what 
looked like a check. 

She glanced at the check first; it was from the personal 
account of the producer for 150% of her original 
contract. She didn't understand until she glanced at the 
sheet of paper, it contained an apology from the 
producer admitting full fault for the delay in her pay, 
a formal promise to her starring roles in the two 
planned sequels with increases in pay of 15% and 25%, 
all legal fees paid by him, and two free weeks at his 
bungalow in Hawaii. 

Krista squeaked and jumped into her lawyer's arms, 
kissing him on the top of his bald little head. 
Excitedly she asked him how he managed to pull this off, 
it being impressive even for him. 

He sat her down and said, "I made him an offer he 
couldn't refuse." And almost smiled. "Seriously, I 
threatened him with going public. He doesn't care about 
you or anyone, he sure doesn't care what you think of 
him but his ego couldn't tolerate letting people think 
he couldn't pay his bills. Wouldn't pay yes, couldn't 
no. 

"Now, sign here, go on home, and be sure to stop at the 
bank, I already told them to expect you this morning."

So she was headed home. Justin, her son, had discovered 
surfing a couple of years before and from what Krista 
understood he was quite good at it. Despite the time she 
had lived in LA and her time on Baywatch she had never 
surfed herself and knew little about it. 

However, when the young surfing crowd had discovered his 
mother was "that" Krista Allen, his social standing 
(especially among the guys) had shot into orbit. He 
frequently had friends over, all of whom were more than 
happy to spend time talking to her. 

She had found their attentions amusing and flattering 
even though at forty plus she was totally unimpressed by 
their clumsy attempts at flirting. They did provide her 
with the information she wanted, Justin was very good at 
surfing, not as good as themselves of course and he was 
physically safe. 

In addition, she was assured she was a natural and 
should come out and let them give her lessons. So she 
was confident that he wasn't going mind spending a 
couple of weeks on the North Shore of Hawaii even if he 
was going to have to spend with his mother.

No, Justin didn't mind when he got the news. He was 
beyond ecstatic. Two weeks on the North Shore, the 
center of the surfing universe. And spending it with his 
beautiful mother was a plus; you see the internet had 
introduced young Justin to his mother's career several 
years before. 

Most teenage boys had no interest in their mother's 
career no matter what it was and certainly weren't 
interested in seeing them naked or having sex on camera. 
But nude pictures and scenes of her in R-rated sex 
scenes were all over the 'net and they had almost been 
waiting for Justin when he out of simple curiosity had 
started looking up his mother online a couple of years 
before. 

Initially he had been embarrassed at these sites and 
quickly changed websites. But he kept coming back to 
them, subconsciously telling himself these visits were 
accidents. But visits online had gradually developed 
into a regular habit and unobtrusive glances at his 
mother. 

Krista Allen, despite her sexy glamorous image was an 
absolute slob as a dresser in private. She didn't even 
own a nightgown and usually slept in a T-shirt or man's 
dress or work shirt with the sleeves torn off that she 
had inherited from old boyfriends, ex-husbands, or her 
Dad, no bra, and a pair of granny panties that were worn 
until they disintegrated. 

Although she dressed appropriately if she went out 
during the day or if any company was expected, if she 
spent the day at home dressing for the day meant adding 
a pair of cutoff jeans about her son's age to her night 
clothes or changing into a bikini if she was going to 
hanging around the pool, no jewelry, and minimal makeup. 

So the Allen household was a constant flow of eye candy 
that provided plenty of material for Justin's fantasies 
and masturbation habit.

Krista was quite aware of her son's interest in her but 
dismissed it out of hand. When she had the internet 
installed, she explicitly had the computer programmed so 
that she could see what anyone saw on it without their 
knowledge no matter what they did to erase it. 

A naturally protective mother, she was quite aware of 
online predators and despite her work with its copious 
amounts of nudity (which she had never hidden) did not 
want her son prematurely exposed to pornography 
especially the stuff that featured her. 

So she was genuinely shocked when she discovered that 
her son was looking up her images and videos and only 
hers, when he was surreptitiously looking up porn 
online. 

She analyzed this and assumed correctly that teenage 
boys were sex-crazed and attracted to just about any 
attractive woman, which she was aware she was. She 
genuinely loved her son and assumed that it was a simple 
phase and what the heck; having a remarkably handsome 
much younger man who truly loved her and she loved, 
drooling over her was not the worst fate in the world.

Krista assumed that her son wouldn't be home until after 
dark. He had left before dawn to surf and wouldn't be 
back as long he could actually see the Pacific Ocean so 
she had some quiet time. 

She was still exhilarated over the morning's news, 
especially paying off her mortgage. She thought about 
some champagne but really didn't feel like drinking and 
smelling like brewery when Justin got home. She thought 
about alternatives for less than thirty seconds before 
deciding to have fun with the boys. 

She slipped out of her clothes on the way upstairs and 
was completely nude by the time she reached her 
bathroom. Glancing over at the boys, she said, "Hi boys, 
sorry I haven't been around but I'm going to make it up 
to you right now." 

Krista had discovered masturbation at an early age with 
a wooden handed bathroom plunger and when she first 
heard of anal sex had added a scrub brush with a 
flexible rubber handle, since then; married, dating, 
single, with or without roommates, son or not, she had 
never been without her "boys."

She squatted naked on the floor took the plunger and 
began sucking on it. Licking on it like it was the head 
of a cock, taking it as far as she could down her mouth, 
whispering, "You like how I suck your cock? I love your 
cock in me. Don't come in my mouth baby, come in my 
cunt, please come in my cunt, come in your whore's cunt, 
master." 

She continued this for several minutes before picking up 
the scrub brush with the long rubber handle. She 
breathlessly whispered to it, "You know what I want, I 
want you in my ass." 

Krista then stood the plunger up in the middle of the 
bathroom floor and stood over it. She then began slowly 
squatting over it guiding it into her oh so tight pussy. 
Almost crying with pleasure up and down she eased it in 
and out of her remarkably tight pussy. 

She kept this up for almost half an hour before picking 
up the scrub brush and almost commanding it, "Now fuck 
me up my ass, fuck me like the cheap whore I am, fuck 
your whore." 

She then squatted down on the plunger as deeply as she 
could with almost half its length in her pussy, far 
enough to make it painful enough to bring tears to her 
eyes. She then took the scrub brush and began to ease it 
into her ass, again only stopping when it began to be 
too painful. 

In and out she fucked herself, in tandem and alternating 
between the two she fucked herself with the boys, slowly 
and then faster and then slower again. Knowing she had 
plenty of time she enjoyed herself bringing herself oh 
so close to orgasm and then backing off again. 

Suddenly she was startled out of her reverie by the 
sound of a vehicle pulling into her driveway. In an 
instant she recognized the sound of the souped-up party 
van of one of her son's friends. In another instant she 
realized that there was a trail of her clothes from the 
front door to her bedroom. 

Leaping off of the boys and letting them fall to the 
floor, she was picking up her clothes and was stepping 
back in her bedroom before she heard the front door 
being unlocked. Nonchalantly she descended the stairs 
and stepped inside the living room seconds after her son 
and his friend. 

Her eyes went to her son who was slightly bowed over and 
was wincing and holding his left shoulder with his right 
hand. Her eyes widened and with a shake in her voice she 
asked, "What's the matter? What happened?" 

"It's ok Mom, I just slipped in the parking lot." 

"Yes, Mrs. Allen I took him to the ER already, they say 
he's just bruised," his friend added obsequiously. 

"Shut up and get out," Krista replied with an icy stare 
that would have sent a Navy Seal running for cover. 

"Mom!" her son protested and was answered with same 
stare. His friend was out the door with a "Later bro." 

"What happened?" Krista demanded in no uncertain terms. 

"It's like I said Mom, I slipped." And my friend you 
just scared half to death was the one who insisted that 
I go." 

"Why didn't you call me, and what hospital did you go 
to? Because I assure I will be checking!" 

"I did call you Mom, three times! Did you ever check 
your messages?" 

Krista went upstairs looked at her phone and realized 
she had turned her phone off when she had entered her 
lawyer's office and had been so excited hadn't turned 
back on. She checked messages and realized that he had 
been telling the truth, she sheepishly showed it too her 
son. 

"Sorry about that sweetie. I was just so startled seeing 
you like that." 

"It's okay mom. I'll tell my bud that you're not mad at 
him." 

"Don't, I like your friends being scared of me. It'll 
keep them on the straight and narrow." 

He gave a wan smile at that. 

"Now take your shirt off, I want to look at that back 
and shoulder." 

Almost meekly he complied and lay down on the couch. 
There was a bruise running from his shoulder to his 
waist and disappearing underneath his swim trunks. "What 
did the doctor say to do?" Krista asked civilly. 

"Aspirin for the pain, and ice for the bruises." He 
answered as he lay face down on the couch. "Oh and a 
massage for the bruises also." He added hurriedly. 

"Oh okay." Krista answered. "I can handle all that." As 
she headed to the kitchen, Justin smiled to himself, he 
had heard that the best lie was the truth. 

Everything he and his had said had been the truth, 
except the part about the massage. In truth Justin would 
never been able to work up the courage to take make the 
first move with his mother but when offered a chance to 
get her to make the first move he leaped on it. 

Krista was back from the kitchen in moments with a 
compress filled with ice; a glass of water and two 
aspirin the size of fists. She gave him the aspirin and 
the glass of water which he emptied to wash the super-
sized aspirin down. 

She then began using the compress on him; placing it on 
the bruises with a small amount of pressure working her 
way down until she got to the top of his shorts. Without 
hesitation she continued her ministrations until she 
reached the end of the large bruise at the bottom. 

Despite the pain Justin was in ecstasy, his blood was 
racing, his cock as solid as a hunk of marble, in 
addition to the ice making him shiver. "How does it feel 
babe?" Krista asked innocently. 

"Fine mom," he answered. 

"Okay, good," Krista said. "I'm going to give you a 
backrub now." 

"Okay." he replied, unable to keep his voice from 
shaking. 

Krista failed to notice this and hesitating she began 
rubbing his shoulders lightly. With his hard dick 
pushing into the leather couch as his mother began 
rubbing her fingers into his back, Justin moaned with 
pleasure, Krista immediately pulled back and asked if 
she was hurting him. 

With his voice uncontrollably shaking he assured her he 
was fine if anything to put more into it. Without 
hesitation she slowly began to comply as shudders of 
pleasure ran through Justin. 

The close and intimate contact was having an effect on 
Krista as well. She had spent almost two hours 
masturbating before Justin had come home unexpectedly. 
The feelings she had been experiencing had been 
temporarily suppressed by alarm and anger but only 
temporarily and they were coming back strong. 

As the massage progressed, her pussy began to heat up 
and grow wet. Krista was at first irritated and then 
alarmed. Her son already had a thing for her and now she 
was getting turned on. She told herself it was not 
having a sexy (No! She didn't just call her son sexy) 
young man lying before her. 

She was close to his ass now, she wanted to stop then 
but she realized he would think something was wrong 
which it very much was. So when she got to the top of 
his swim trunks, she pulled them down just far enough to 
reach his bruising and when she finished gently pulled 
them back. 

"Better now sweetie?" she asked with forced nonchalance. 

"Better mom," Justin said, rolling on his back. "You're 
the greatest!" When he rolled on his back, Krista almost 
choked when she noticed his erection through his trunks.

"Well good," Krista said, almost shaking at the site and 
all it revealed and promised. SH stopped and patted his 
ass, "I'm going to bed now." 

Justin stretched out and placed his hands behind his 
head as he stared at her ass as she hurried up the 
stairs. 

"What next?" He wondered in awe.

Continued in part two next week...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in 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 system.
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