Tasting His Mother - (Part 1)

Exactly eight days have passed since our last encounter, and my Son seems very eager for more.
I am totally captivated by his willingness to overcome the inherent conditions that exist between a Mother and her Son. My efforts to seduce his mind have been successful, and his aching virginity made it plausible.

A hot steamy bath became the 'HQ' for planning my next move forward. It was a place where I could elevate arousal by caressing my wet naked body,... while imagining his reaction to my forecasted plan. In the past, my thoughts were carefully calculated in case it backfired, but the risk of failure was no longer an issue, he was taking the bait.

Years ago when I gave this some consideration, my research revealed that there are many Mothers who have encountered a wandering eye,... within their own household. I wasn't alone in my quest and discovered it was more prevalent than imagined. In most cases it was ignored and if unresolved, counseling became the suggested path. Myself, I chose to embrace his positive reactions to my stimuli considering my participation was
voluntary and intentional. I wasn't going to close that door of opportunity,... but instead left it open,... as an invitation of sorts. It's existence became so prevalent in society earning the title; 'Oedipus Complex',... validating
it's presence, as well as his own.

Once I crossed the fence, I knew there was no going back. I weighed the risks yet still pursued my intentions, fueled by my own initiative... I wanted him too.
Having given it some thought, my next scene was set, and it was now time to put it into action. It was important that I remain on course with respect to pace. Michael has been very receptive of my clandestine operations thus far, and didn't hesitate when I displayed my breasts on two past occasions. I was no longer fearful that my own perspective was tainted, and his reactions soothed my earlier insecurities.
I was becoming anxious in seeing his cock,... if he were that bold,... my patience,... wearing.

Afternoons seemed less advantageous perhaps due to timing. The evening hours provided the ambiance of a dimly lit house which assisted me in seducing him as well. In the past, Michael and I have enjoyed watching movies together on Fridays evenings, when home alone. I ordered a movie that contained a ************** relationship that manifested itself into something much more intimate, yet different than our own. I previewed it myself alone in the bedroom causing me to pleasure myself immediately after. It certainly contains several scenes that will support his perception of a rather taboo yet pleasurable arrangement.
It was time to take another step forward,...

I knew Michael would return from school around four pm on Fridays. I waited for him to arrive as I sat on a stool in the kitchen. My white cotton shorts and this low cut blouse will certainly gain his attention. An immeasurable sense of excitement raced throughout my body as I gazed down at my attire, knowing I'm baiting him in,... once more. By now,... he surely recognizes my altered state of dress when his Father isn't home. It's an outfit I couldn't wear in front of Michael,... without raising suspicion from my husband. But my husband wasn't home. Prior to his arrival I inspected myself in the mirror, constantly. My blouse hung well displaying my bronzed cleavage so elegantly and my short shorts,...were clung tightly to my curves, my cheeks,... barely covered.
The emotions that ran thru my mind and body are difficult to express, as I gazed at my reflection. I was also very aware that few mothers will even consider this path, as I tugged on my shorts revealing a little more ass... and waited for him to arrive.

He wasn't aware I was waiting and when he entered the house, he went straight to his room. I waited for a few minutes but he didn't appear. I strolled down that hallway,... rather flirtatiously, arriving at his doorway in seconds. I placed my palms on the doorway and pointed a leg forward... resting on one hip...

' How was your day? '... I asked,... with a playful motherly grin upon my face.
' Oh wow,... it was fine '... he replied,... as he stared so intently at my attire.

I knew my forward thigh was distracting him bad, his eyes locking onto it like radar. I purposely swayed it back and forth rather elegantly,... to further torment his mind.

' Do you have any plans for tonight? '... I asked... in a softer tone than usual.
' No,... I sure don't '... he responded,... as he noticed my cleavage almost pouring out from my blouse.

' Jesus Mother '... his face reddening with embarrassment.

I switched legs and rested my weight on the other hip as I pushed that thigh forward, while leaning against his door,... so flirtatiously.

' I rented that movie you wanted to see,... and another one we can watch,... afterwards '... I said so kindly.

I could see his mind working hard,... and fast. His feeble attempts to straighten his room were obvious as he stole glances at my skimpy attire. As I chatted with him I began twisting my toes into the floor causing my thigh to jiggle slightly,... effecting his focus even more.

It's hard to explain how arousing it is to stand in my Sons doorway dressed so carelessly, while observing his lustful yet conservative reactions. My senses are stimulated by a jolt of awareness knowing he gets very excited about this new adventure. His remaining shyness and hesitation is adorable and something I hope will fade in time. Perhaps I'll have to revise the earlier rules in place allowing him to initiate as well, but only when the time is right. Knowing I have a more accurate perception of 'when' we can explore,... I haven't yet considered surrendering my position of control.

' You look amazing '... Michael said with a shy yet eager smile... as he sat on the end of his bed.
' I'll keep this on for tonight '... I said,... as I continued to jiggle my thigh ever so slightly.

Michaels chest began rising as he sat stealing glances of me, as I lingered in his doorway. I glanced down at my thigh and looked back into his glazed stare. The room was quiet,... no TV on, no music playing... the sexual tension was the only thing felt.
Without saying a word I slowly walked up to Michael, as he sat on the end of the bed. His eyes were locked onto my bare thighs as I took those steps forward,... and flirtatiously so. My heart was racing as I paused in front of him,... my legs so close to his face. I slowly shifted my weight from one leg to the other, knowing he was admiring the muscular switch. I saw his hands clench the comforter and his breathing began accelerating. I watched him scan my legs, his eyes rising up my thighs then making contact with mine. He returned his downward stare and seemed mesmerized as his eyes just glazed over in lust. I smiled softly at him while I ran my hand so affectionately down the side of his face.

' Look how smooth and soft they are'... I whispered softly,... into the silent room.
' HHHHhhhhhhhhh '.. came from Michael,... in one long exhale of anticipation.


I pressed one leg closer and bumped it off his chin then rested it in place,... so very close to his mouth.
His silent gaze was so powerful,... such an incredible moment. I was taunting Michael with the legs he has secretly been admiring for many years,... and his hesitation,... electrifying. I admire his sense of restraint yet easily breached by exposing, his weakness for flesh. He's aware I will initiate the activity when the opportunity arrives,... and he now knows,... that time is now.

As my thigh swayed so elegantly, so close to his face I reached for his hand and placed it right on my forward pointing thigh. When his hand landed on my leg I myself let out a sigh of relief,... escaping from my mouth without approval. Michaels hand was firmly touching my thigh now,... a soft grasp felt as well.

' Feel how soft they are Michael '... I whispered,... with a soft smile of permission upon my face.
' Oh god Mother,... Jesus',... he whispered in return.

I placed my hand under his chin and raised his head slowly. I tilted my head and smiled warmly at him, and I kissed his mouth. He locked his lips onto mine,... and our bodies began to tremble... once again. I held that kiss for twenty seconds or more,... closed mouth but with intention. I broke from the kiss and remained standing in front of him. I placed my hand over his, and began encircling his hand around my thigh,...

' Feeeeel Michael '.... I whispered.

Michaels mouth instantly dropped open, his breathing, elevated. He was in shock by my willingness to allow him to touch them so freely,... without judgement. His expression was that of a young man that has discovered something,... new. His hand began to wander my thigh, shaking but more than willing. I moved his hand around to the back of my thigh where he squeezed it firmly, while attempting to hide his erection with his other.
As he firmly held the back of my thigh, he looked directly at me and said;

' Unbelievable Mother,..... so soft '.... he trailed off...

I smiled down at him, so affectionately,... so warmly.

' You've been eyeing your Mothers legs for a long time,... haven't you ?... I asked softly.

He silently nodded his head 'Yes',... as he stared straight ahead, gazing at my flesh, his mouth ajar, his breathing,... loud.

' I rented a movie I think we'll enjoy '... I whispered. His blank stare was so evident as he still nervously clutched the back of my thigh so firmly. I felt so naughty,... so alive. I stood silently for a few minutes which felt like hours,... feeling him grasp the back of my leg,... I was soaked. I retrieved his hand from my leg and held the other in mine as well.

' I'll see you in the Den tonight Michael ' ... I whispered,... and then exited his bedroom.

As I strolled back down that hallway a rush of arousal swept through my body, like a Tsunami of pleasure.
A rush of heat escaped from the top of my head,... ' Oh my god '... I said to myself. My nipples were hard as buttons and my cheeks were peeking from under my shorts as I strolled away. I knew I was displaying a lot of cheek !
As I reached the steps leading down to the living room he stuck his head out of his doorway,... seen by the reflection in the mirror... my hands began to quiver. ' What time? ' he cried out.
Without looking back I hollered; ' 8 pm '... knowing he was eyeing my ass now,... as I swayed down the steps and around the corner.

I wandered into the kitchen and plopped myself on a stool,... and exhaled abruptly. My psyche was electrified, my body trembled, my pussy was flooding,... I was juicing, truly. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and tried to calm my nerves... my hands now trembling. Sexual arousal comes in many forms and this one is immeasurable !
My knees became weak and goosebumps appeared on my legs and arms while I waited with anticipation. The mirror clearly defined the view he had which left little to the imagination.... and Michaels must be in overdrive. I still had a few hours to prepare for this evening. I was so aroused by what just occurred that I decided to step my pace up a notch, a big notch indeed. When Michael entered the bathroom to shower,... I put my plan into action.

First, I strategically placed some candles in the Den knowing it was a great tool I used to seduce my straight girlfriends, as a teen. The light that casts across my smooth flesh creates an invitational appearance,... whether intentional or not. It altered my girlfriends morals,... and has an equal effect on Michael as well. I knew I was going to take another step forward,... and tonight would be special. By 7pm my body just tingled knowing what was in store ahead. My rhythmic preparations where coming together with a smile of intent, upon my face. I could feel Michaels eyes upon me as he wandered thru, surveying the scene in the Den. I offered a soft motherly smile in return but as the time neared, my smiles became more flirtatious. The candles were in place,... the snacks and soda were on standby,... and the curtains were drawn.

If I was going to bait him in,... I was going to make it irresistible. I placed both movies on the mantle and I lit the fireplace. The candles were glowing, the room was warming,... the scene was set. As I stood in the kitchen I could see a room that was designed to seduce. My body just tingled continuously,... my pussy flooding.

I saw Michael enter the Den,... his thoughts, racing. I poured myself a glass of white Wine and walked towards the Den. I stopped in the doorway and paused,... smiling at him,... warming his spirit. I knew my outfit was very risque', as I soaked up his wandering eyes. I knew he was excited,... his tight grip on an adjacent pillow nearby. He knew this evening was going to even more enticing now,... and that time is near.
As I stood by the mantle I knew where his eyes were as well, my movements, calculated... my ass cheek popping,... as I shifted my weight.

The sexual tension at that moment is hard to describe. My back was to him, my shorts are so short, clinging tightly to my cheeks below... yet I've made no effort to correct my carelessness. Michael was clearly observing,... his silence speaks many words. I turned to kneel by the table to access the remote, my cleavage bounced so profoundly as I dropped down so abruptly. Michaels eyes didn't miss a beat.

' We'll watch your movie first '... I said... as I nestled into the sofa, his eyes darting all over my flesh, already.
' Okay,... okay '... he replied... noticing the cast across my flesh from the lighting.

Michael did his best to focus on the action thriller,... but my distractions made that impossible. I spent that ninety minutes taunting his eyes, my legs so close in proximity. Without warning I placed his hand on my calf as I folded my leg nearby.

' It's Okay' ... I whispered... smiling softly.

The remaining portion of that movie was a blur,... for us both. I was more focused on his hand, and he as equally consumed by the act as well. The credits were rolling,... yet neither of us wanted to move.

When the second movie began,... I snuggled even closer to Michael,... and placed his hand back on my calf.
By now I was so wet I was almost sloshing, as I adjusted in positioning. I provided many opportunities for him to gaze,... as I focused away. Every motherly fiber was being tested and somewhat conquered by the thought of things to come. I have already stepped over the fence,... and tonight will be a giant leap.

The movie was a European production captioned in English. Michael and I were much more focused on this movie recognizing the early set relationship between her,... and her son. The father has had an affair resulting in his departure from the home. The mother becomes flirtatious after viewing her Son showering on several occasions,... without his consent.
That scene in the movie,... was terribly erotic. When the camera panned down to her,... self pleasuring herself,... I looked over and smiled at Michael,... so warmly... watching him melt back into the sofa even more.
He was very turned on,... VERY.

' Will you pour me another glass of Wine? '... I asked.

Michael quickly rose and headed into the kitchen. It allowed me time to ponder my next move. I knew what I wanted to try,... so when he returned, I asked him to sit at my feet,... leaning against the sofa.
He instantly recognized my feet on either side on him now,... being flanked by my legs. As the movie played I began bumping my knees against the sides of his face,... ever so,... innocently. He tried to remain calm but his breathing said,... otherwise. It was arousing to watch his hands look for something to grasp.
With one movement, I rested my feet in his lap, now squeezing the sides of his face with my calves. I was so proud of my courage to do so too. Michael gasped loudly, smelling my flesh as I pressed my calves against the sides of his face.

' Jesus Mother '... he whispered.
' Jesus ! '

Michael knew exactly what I was doing. His efforts to remain in place were so reassuring.
In the movie,... the ************** were now ******* each other in the back of the car,...when I began rubbing my calves along the sides of his face.

' Jesus Mother,... omg '... he whispered.

I leaned back into the sofa,... my eyes now slanted by desire as I continued to taunt him with my calves, brushing them against his face. My mouth dropped open when I felt him kiss one as I slipped it slowly past his mouth.

' It's okay Michael '... I whispered quietly.

Michael rested his hands on my calves and grabbed them firmly as we attempted to focus on the sexuality of the movie as well.

' This is driving me insane Mom '... he said,... as he turned to me... his chest rising fast.

Michaels resistance was compromised once again, weakened by my invitational offerings. The silhouettes on the TV screen were deeply engaged, their passionate sounds of kissing and ******* filled the room. Few Mothers could bear to remain in the same room listening to the sounds we were hearing, the sounds of him ravishing his mother,... now screwing her in the back seat,... her nails digging into his back. There was no doubt what they were doing now... and Michael was intrigued,... to say the least. He was amazed to witness that sex act, indeed. He was fucking his mother wildly,... and we were both watching. That exact moment was incredible!

' Is he fucking her Michael ? '... I asked.
' Oh my god '... was all he said, in return.

A chorus of expletives flew from the TV as he fucked his mother silly. Michaels hands continued to roam my calves,... and I was melting. I couldn't wait any longer and slid myself lower, now resting my thighs, against the sides of his face... blocking his view of the movie.

' Oh god Mother,... Jesus '... he whispered,... gasping away.

I clamped my thighs together entrapping him several times between my soft inner thighs. Michael was panting,... literally panting now.

My thoughts were of my readers, picturing them observing us from afar. On the TV is a movie showing a son screwing his mother while I am smothering my own son, between my warm soft thighs. Recognizing my readers perspective was very empowering, arousing me beyond imagination. I slowly began unbuttoning my blouse,... yet he was unaware. I waited a few minutes before announcing the act. When my breasts were exposed,... I just went for it.

' Michael '... I whispered softly.

He was so glued to the TV,... he didn't hear me.

' Michael '... I repeated, and a bit louder.

As Michael turned he saw my breasts exposed once again,... gasping once again at the discovery. His mouth remained ajar as he twisted for a better view. When I noticed his face was so close to my inner thigh, I pressed it against him, engulfing his entire face. I saw his eyes roll back in lust,... so I repeated it,... several times.

' Jesus Mother,... your killing me '... Michael cried out.... still focused on that boy screwing his mother madly.

' Do I turn you on Michael ? '... I asked so warmly.
' God yes,... God yes ! '... he cried out.

'Are you okay with this Michael? '... I asked,... as I cupped my breasts.
' Oh yes '... he responded,... his eyes wide with anticipation.

I looked directly into his eyes as I pressed my legs together, entrapping his willing face between my soft fleshy thighs,... over and over. My right inner thigh was engulfing his face completely,... his efforts to breathe,... successful. He knew I was considering more,... as I bit my lower lip in arousal watching him surrender to me taboo advances. A part of me wanted to scream in joy, but my crowd of intrigued readers observing from afar, held me in place,... silently encouraging me onward.

My shorts were so tight they were creating a profound camel toe that was clearly,... visible. When I caught him attempting to look at it,... I had to act.
Michael was facing my right thigh and the TV as well. I slowly slid upward and placed my hands on his shoulders, and guided him to sit,... facing me directly. He gulped hard and quickly turned now, resting on his knees, looking right at my pussy. I looked deeply into his eyes,... begging for courage.

I pointed to the TV as we both watched him fuck his Mother, right on the kitchen floor !
Seeing their facial expressions as that boy jammed his cock deeper, turned us on like nothing else. We silently gazed,... mesmerized by the activity. We were watching them,... fuck.

I remained in place, my legs wide, my breasts exposed. Michael was completely captivated, kindly waiting, silently gazing away. With my legs forward and slightly parted I slowly raised my left leg, his eyes following it closely. I raised it further and placed my foot on the sofa cushion, then gradually rested my thigh wide against the armrest of the sofa. With another shift forward my camel toe was now right in his face. As I relaxed my thigh he was well aware of the invitation. He gulped so hard, his shoulders dropped and a loud sigh escaped from his mouth,...
' Oh god Mother....... Oh god '... he added... staring right at my protruding pussy.

The seam of my shorts was digging into my clitoris. I could feel the lips of my pussy revealing themselves forced outward by pressure. I put my hand on the armrest and the other began twisting my right nipple.

' Your a legman,... aren't you Michael '... I asked.
' Do you want to lick them? ' ... I asked so carefully.

As his eyes darted from mine,... to my parted legs,... he managed to nod his head in agreement.
I didn't know how to respond only tilting my head to the side offering a smile of consent. Michaels eyes rolled back in total lust as he shifted himself even closer... right between my legs.

As he shifted into place my heart was pounding out of my chest, my head was spinning, my dizziness, profound. Here I was,... alone with my Son and watching an i****tual movie while seducing my own. I sat motionless, my pussy lips pouring out form either side of my clinging shorts. My legs were wide,...my invitation,... clear. I gazed into his eyes as he planted a kiss on my thigh.

' God Mother ',... he whispered just before that kiss landed on my leg. Following his first kiss, my pussy began to flood even further. His kisses were soft and fast. His path from my ankle to my knee was becoming faster. His tempo was increasing and so was his breathing. As he nestled between my legs he began pulling my flesh into his mouth with such suction,... then suddenly,... releasing it. His tongue was now more extended, his trails of saliva,... becoming adjacent to one another... no spot untouched.

I was melting into the sofa, my own chest rising and fast as Michael continued to indulge. I was so struck by my courage to display more and more each time as I remained in position, my labia partially exposed. I felt so vulnerable,... so alive. I have no doubt it's also the thrill of exploring something taboo which is responsible for the endless thoughts that fuel the need for more. Since we were alone the sense of paranoia was absent. I wasn't preoccupied listening for distant sounds or signs of intruders... it was just Michael and I,... and his mothers legs.

I shuddered continuously observing Michaels open mouth roaming my legs. My expression was of amazement, my mouth slightly ajar in reaction. The lust in his method was arousing to see. He was now dragging his tongue well with his eyes now partially open. He was so passionate, so thorough,... so hungry for my legs. If I could accurately describe how erotic that was,... I would,... I was on fire !

I still glanced at the closed curtains and the locked side door out of habit before I placed my hand on the back of his head. Over the past few minutes he has been staring intently at my flowering pussy,..so forwardly displayed. My shorts are now revealing his mothers folds, my eyes rolling back in response.

' I can't stop '... I said to myself.

End of part 1,...