A Surprising Seduction Ch. 1

Mom paged through the paperback until she found the section she was looking for. It was a Best of Penthouse Forum book. My mother had her own porn! I never knew! While she read, Mom’s hand moved down over her flat tummy and between her legs. Mom started breathing heavier as she rubbed herself through her panties. She moaned a little and sank farther down onto the bed. Mom was rubbing herself in little circles while she slowly flipped pages. I could see her nipples through her bikini top and they looked so hard. It was almost like Mom was reading my mind because she scooped one of her breasts out of her top and pulled on her nipple. She pinched and rolled her nipple and I could see her biting her lip as she tried to be quiet, but I could still hear little moans and whimpers escape her lips. And the whole time I stood in the doorway, watching my mother put on this amazing show, while to her the door to her bedroom was safely closed.

My hand was in my shorts and I was rubbing my aching hard-on as I watched Mom. God, she was so hot. I didn’t know how I was supposed to not want her, whether she was my mother or not. She was still a very sexy woman in her early forties and I was a virile young man. Of course I would be attracted to her.

Putting the book down, Mom pushed her panties off her hips and slid them down her long legs. She had really nice legs and they were starting to tan nicely. It was the first time I saw my mom’s bare pussy and I just about creamed in my pants. Her hair down there was darker and while it was trimmed it wasn’t too short. Mom spread her legs wide and rubbed her hairy pussy until I could see it glistening with its wetness. Mom kept rubbing down there in little circles and I could hear her moaning more and more loudly. Her breasts seemed to heave the way she was breathing. Mom used her other hand to squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple. Her efforts at keeping quiet were getting pretty bad and I might have heard her even if I were in my room. She was lifting her hips off the bed now and she spread her lips open so she could get at her clit. As soon as Mom started rubbing her clit she shifted into high gear and I knew her orgasm was imminent. “Ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhh…” she moaned as she got closer and closer. It was too much for this poor boy to take and I shot my load right in my pants. Not long afterward, Mom came too, biting into a pillow to try to stay quiet. It was clear that being horny all that had taken its toll. Mom came, but she didn’t stop rubbing herself until she’d come twice. Finally she lay there, exhausted, while I sat on the floor outside the door, hard all over again. When Mom got up and put her book away I went back to my room to give her time to fall asleep.

I was back in an hour and Mom was fast asleep in her nightgown, with the lights off. She was on her side, facing away from the door, with the sheet to her waist. This time I boldly entered the bedroom and walked around to the other side of the bed. Mom’s eyes were closed tight and she didn’t even stir when I sat beside her. Again, I put some of the activator oil on my fingertip and Mom licked it up.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, stroking her hair.

“Hi sweetie,” she answered.

“How was your day?”

“It was really…nice.”

“What do you mean by that? Was something wrong?”

“Well no, Tommy. I just felt…funny.” I could tell she was trying to avoid telling me something. That wouldn’t do.

“You know you can tell me anything, Mom. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I know, sweetie. It’s just kind of embarrassing. You see, I was so horny all day. It distracting. You can’t imagine what it’s like.”

“I’m a teenaged boy, I think I can.”

Mom giggled. It was so weird to see her awake, but not. “I imagine you can at that. Anyway, I wanted to touch myself all day long, but for some reason I just couldn’t.”

“I hope you took care of it eventually.” I played dumb.

“I did. I feel silly telling you this, you’re my son, but as soon as I came up for bed. God, you have no idea how good it felt.”

If only she knew. “So Mom, do you remember the deal we had? If you do whatever I ask I’ll make sure you always feel good?”

“Of course, sweetie. Is there more you’d like me to do for you?” Mom looked so sweet lying there.

“Yes, Mom, there’s a lot you’ll be doing. I was wondering if you’d like to show me your pussy.”

“Sure, Tommy.” My heart was pounding as my mother pushed the sheet down and then pulled up her nightgown and then there was that dark blond pussy staring up at me. I asked her, “Show me a little how you touched it earlier.” Mom looked unsure, but then reached down and started rubbing herself.

“Does it feel good to touch yourself like that, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes Tommy.”

“Do you mind that I am watching?”

“If it makes you happy, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Do you think I am attractive, Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie, I’ve always thought you were very handsome.” She kept rubbing herself as she spoke.

“I don’t mean in the way that I’m your son. I mean like a man.”

“I don’t know, Tommy. I never really thought about you like that. You do look kind of like your father at your age, so I guess so.”

“I want you to see me as a man, not just as your son. Could you do that?”

“Yes, Tommy, I think I can if you ask me too. It might take some getting used to, though.”

“That’s okay. You’ll like it I think when you are used to it.”

“Mmm, I am liking it already.” Mom was getting pretty turned on by touching herself.

“Good. Now tomorrow is going to be a little different than today. You are going to get as horny as you were today, but only when you see me. I know it might be a little confusing, but I think you can do it.”

“I’m not sure about that, but if you want me to, I think I can try.”

“You’re touching your pussy while I’m right here and it doesn’t bother you. You even like it a little, I bet.”

“Mmm, you’re right, sweetie. I don’t mind having you here at all.”

“And when I make your horny, part of you is going to want to make me horny too.”

“Like a tease?” Mom asked.

“Exactly. And tomorrow night when you go to bed, you’re going to touch yourself again. I want you to think you closed the door again. But this time instead of getting your book you’re going to think about me while you do it.”

“I don’t know about all this, but if you want me to do it, I will. Anything for you, Tommy.”

“Good, Mom. I am going to go to bed now and I want you to go to sleep too. And remember, you’ll think all this is your idea, no matter what. Do you understand?”

Yes, sweetie. I understand. Good night.”

I smiled. She was putty in my hands. “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”

“Sure Tommy. Come here.” I bent over and Mom kissed my cheek. “No, Mom, I said, a real kiss.” “Sorry,” she giggled, “I misunderstood.” Mom kissed me again, this time full on the lips. When she opened her mouth I thrust my tongue right in. Mom was really hot from rubbing her pussy and she sucked on my tongue like a starving woman. Finally, I pulled back.

“Good night, Mom.”

“Good night, Tommy,” My mother said, and rolled back over.

I went back to my room and quickly jerked off again.

The next morning I was actually up before Mom. I lay in bed for a while, thinking about what today would be like. If everything went according to plan and Mom was really as in control as I thought it would be fun to watch her get used to the new feelings she would be having and wondering where they were coming from. I am certain that a fairly conservative woman like my mother would not know how to handle it, but if the power of my suggestion held she wouldn't have any choice. If today went well I planned to really notch things up tonight. I only had two more nights before Dad was back. I had to make sure Mom was completely mine by then.

Mom came downstairs while I was in the living room and went into the kitchen. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and tight shorts. Her back was to me when I came into the room. "Hi Mom," I said.

"Good morning, sweetie," Mom said, her back still to me while she finished pour a glass of orange juice. She turned to face me and immediately I saw her eyes widen and she took a step back, against the counter. I acted like I hadn't noticed anything. "You look really good this morning, Tommy, being home must agree with you." Mom said in a husky voice.

I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. That's how I always sleep. I was freeballing under the boxers and I saw Mom's eyes imperceptively wander down my lean physique to wear my cock and balls hung, not very well concealed. I knew could see the outline of my eight inches. Slowly, Mom's complexion was turning an appealing shape of red. "Can I have a glass of juice?"

"Sure, honey." Mom said.

I crossed the kitchen while Mom poured me some juice and when she turned again I could tell she was taken aback by my closeness. She was turning redder and I could even see her nipples stiffening through her t-shirt. Mom looked kind of like a deer in headlights. She wiggled out from between the counter and me.

"So what are your plans today?" She asked, clearing her throat.

"Oh, I don't know. How about you?"

"I had planned on catching up on some work around here, but now I am thinking of going out." She was avoiding looking me in the eye.

"Really, if you're running errands maybe I'll go with you, I don't have anything to do today."

"Okay, Tommy, I'll let you know," my mother said, then disappeared back upstairs.

I went upstairs too and jumped in the shower. When I got out I got dressed and I could hear Mom downstairs. I ran down and caught her as she was getting her keys and getting ready to go out the door.

"Where ya going, Mom?" I asked. She turned around, startled. She was wearing another sexy little outfit like yesterday and I had to wonder if it was my prompting that caused it. She had on a snug pink tank top and a short khaki skirt. She looked very sexy without looking slutty.

"I told you, I have some errands to run."

"I thought you were going to take me."

"You don’t want to be bothered. I have to go shopping for a dress for some business dinner your father is taking me to. You'll be bored to tears."

"I just want to get out of the house. Let's go."

Mom looked unsure for a moment, but then said, "Okay, but I don't want to hear that you're bored."

"I promise I won't be."

I couldn't be sure, but I could have sworn that as Mom walked out ahead of me she was switching her hips a little to show off that gorgeous ass of hers.

Mom had a nice little sports car and we drove to the mall with the top down since it was such a nice day. Her long blonde hair fluttered in the breeze and every time she shifted her little skirt rode up, flashing me a nice slice of thigh. I can remember that in the past she would have been pulling that skirt down constantly, but today Mom just left it alone. I tried not to stare too much. I didn't want to be obvious.

Mom told me that I could go look in record stores at the mall and just meet up with her for lunch, but I said would just stick with her. I saw something cross her face then, like she was glad I was staying with her, but also scared. We went straight for the department stores. Dad’s business dinners are usually pretty fancy, so I knew Mom would be getting some kind of cocktail dress or something. I was hard just imagining the possibilities. I’d seen Mom ready to go out for these things before and she always looked really nice. The first couple dresses she tried on were nice, but a little on the conservative side. But then I could see my “suggestion” taking effect and with a little encouragement from me on how good she looked and Mom was picking dresses that showed a little more leg, or a little cleavage.

Mom couldn’t find anything she liked at the first store so we moved onto Bloomies. By this time she seemed to be getting into showing off for me and I picked a couple things for her to take into the dressing room. There was one navy dress that while it wasn’t too short, it had very high slits on each side. When Mom took a step I could see pretty high on her hips. There was another one that had sort of a halter-top and Mom looked like she was going to burst from it. “That looks great, Mom.” I said enthusiastically.

“You think so, huh? I don’t think so. You’re father would freak if I wore this to a business dinner.” Mom looked pleased by my reaction.

“Well, you look hot. If you weren’t my mother…” I left the rest unsaid.

Mom stuck her tongue out at me and said, “Well, sweetie, I am,” then disappeared back into the dressing room. Eventually Mom settled on the classic simple black cocktail dress, but the one she picked made her look so hot. I knew part of why she picked it was because I’d liked it so much. It was pretty short, she’d have to be careful sitting, and it had a deep neckline, showing off a lot of Mom’s newly tanned cleavage. The top was only held up by tiny spaghetti straps and a zipper ran up the back. As soon as Mom paid for the dress we bought a nice pair of heels to match and then we headed for Victoria’s Secret. “You might want to wait outside for this part, Tommy. I need pantyhose and a new strapless bra for this dress.”

Actually my cock was throbbing at the thought of going into Victoria’s Secret with my hot mom. “No, it’s okay, besides, haven’t I been a help so far?”

“You have been, but I don’t know how you’ll help here.”

Mom went to pick a bra out first. As she bent down to look at the lower drawers her skirt rode up almost to the point that I could see her panties. I wondered if she was wearing a thong like the day before. She was digging through the 36C drawer and finally found what she was looking for at the back. It was a very lacy strapless bra that would obviously create some great cleavage. I would have died to see her in it. But then, I could arrange that. She went back to try it on, then when she came out she went to the pantyhose rack.

“You know Mom, wouldn’t thigh highs be better than pantyhose?” I said.

“What would you know about that?” Mom scoffed.

“You would be surprised. What, do you think college is a monastery?”

“I’m not sure I want to know what goes on there.”

“Might make your hair curl,” I told her.

Mom blushed again. “Okay, mister expert, what would you have me wear. Remember, I am your mother.”

“Well, like I told you before, you’re hot, being my mom doesn’t change that.”

“Thank you, I think.”

“Anyway, definitely thigh highs. Black, but I think with a seam up the back.” I asked Mom her size and dug though the ones they had until I found what I was looking for. Yeah, she’d look really hot.

“So you would actually dress your mother in these?” Mom asked, taking the stockings from me.

“Any day.” I smiled. Something passed between Mom and I and I knew she was feeling it in her pussy. I knew that every time she looked at me she was getting wet, just as I’d told her too.

Mom did buy the stockings I’d suggested and then we headed to the food court for lunch. I looked around and I could see a lot of guys, ones from my age all the way up to dirty old men checking my mother out. I’m sure they all assumed I was her son, but I was still the one there with the piece of ass and they weren’t.

That night after dinner Mom changed into a long t-shirt, although it wasn’t quite long enough to keep me from seeing her white cotton panties when she sat down to watch TV. I enjoyed the great view much more than the movie we’d rented.

After her tea Mom went up to bed, just like I’d told her. Getting cocky I barely waited until she was at the top of the stairs before I followed. Again, her bedroom door was open, just like I had instructed her. As Mom walked into her bedroom she pulled the t-shirt over her head and threw it onto a chair and when she turned back around I got to see the wonderful jiggle of her big, perfect tits as she walked over to her bed. I thought she was going to pull her nightgown on, but instead she stood at the foot of the bed, with one hand on the post. She hung her head for a moment, her long hair veiling her face, and then she reached between her legs and rubbed her cunt with a moan. I had to lean closer, but I could hear her talking to herself.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?” Mom said quietly, still rubbing herself. “He’s just a kid, he’s your goddam son. Ohhh… I just never noticed before, never knew…” Mom pushed her panties down and now she was standing there completely naked. Her tits hung down as she leaned forward, her hand on the bedpost keeping her up. Her hand got busier between her legs and I could see my mother swaying on her feet. Finally she crawled over the footboard and lay on the bed on her stomach, with her hand beneath her, between her legs. She was humping her pussy down at her hand. I’d never seen a woman touch herself like this. It was like Mom was just sort of overwhelmed and had to take care of herself now. “Oh God help me…Ohhhhhgggooddd…Tommmmyy…sweetie…” Mom’s thrusting at her hand became more violent and I could hear her moaning my name over and over. Of course I had my cock out and was beating off furiously. Mom spread her legs and I could see she had two fingers buried in her cunt as she got herself off, thinking of me, her teenaged son. “Ohh…ohhh…” Mom came fiercely, not like the night before, almost as if the taboo of masturbating to thoughts of her son made it that much more intense. Mom rode out her orgasm until she was exhausted and I just left her there, going to my room for a while.

When I went back to my parent’s room, about an hour later, there light was still on and Mom was lying where I had left her, but by the rise and fall of her body it was clear she was asleep. When I came around the side of the bed I could see she had her head turned. I put some oil on my finger and pressed it to her lips, but instead of just licking it off Mom sucked my finger between her lips, pulling it deep. Only when Mom had licked off every last drop did she let my finger go.

“Is that you, sweetie?” Mom asked, rolling onto her back. Her eyes were still closed. I could see a big wet spot under where her cunt had been. Mom lay on her back, naked, with me in the room like it was the most natural thing.

“Yes, Mom. How did you feel today?”

“So weird. I had all these feelings and thoughts going through me. I felt like I couldn’t control myself.” Mom’s brow furrowed.

“But they were your thoughts. You probably just got a little confused is all.”

“I guess you’re right, Tommy. They have to be my thoughts, it’s just I’m not used to that sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing, Mom. Tell me.”

“Well, you were so helpful today. I had these thoughts about you. Crazy thoughts. It must just be because you’re growing up and becoming a man. I guess I never noticed before.”

“Noticed what?” Here it came.

“Just how strong and handsome you’ve become. You’re such a good-looking boy, Tommy. All the girls at school must want you.” I could see my mother’s nipples getting hard as she spoke.

“Does that make you jealous?”

“Well, I have to be honest. Yes, it does. You’ve always been mine, I don’t want to share you.”

“You wouldn’t have to, if you could take care of all my needs.”

Mom looked unsure. “Haven’t I always?”

“Of course, Mom. You know I love you. But I’m a man now, I have different needs.”

“I know, so do I Tommy.”

“Could you take care of them, Mom?” I baited her.

Again Mom looked like she didn’t want to answer. “I think I could. I know I want to, but I shouldn’t. I should think about you this way. It’s not right. It’s like before.”

Before? What did that mean? I asked.

“Well, when you were seventeen, I came home early once. You were back by the pool with your girlfriend and you guys were skinny dipping.” Mom paused, that wasn’t all. I remembered that time. I was going out with Amber Morrison. She had been a hot blonde, just like my mother. “Well, I caught you guys fooling around. You were touching each other and then…I saw her go down on you. I didn’t know what to think. It was so strange, I’d never seen people having sex in person before. It had an effect on me, even if it was my own son.