American Mom Ch. 13-15

"Our son and my friends deserve to see the best honey," he said laughing as he fisted his cock.

"Yes they do," she giggled as she fingered her pussy.

"I want to make it up to you for not cooperating with those old vacation photos years ago Stan." She purred. "So nothing is out of bounds. I want everyone to get so turned on looking at them that they'll beat off over and over," she giggled naughtily.

As she readied herself, Francine recalled what a prude she had become soon after she first met Stan and how different she was today.

Francine had lived for the past twenty years with many demons simmering just below the surface. Her socially acceptable lifestyle of today conflicted greatly with her former life as a "wild child" in her high school and early college days. Once she started dating Stan in college her days of shop lifting, snorting cocaine and smoking pot, driving drunk, and fucking strange men in theaters or the booths of seedy clubs were over forever, or so she had thought.

Before they met, Francine had spent countless nights in drunken and drug fueled orgies with late eighties musicians such as Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top and Adam Ant who played her school campus. She was involved in high stakes street racing for large amounts of cash, and had even lost her virginity, not unwillingly, to a group of angry construction workers when she was a freshman in high school.

Unknown to Stan, they had met soon after Francine was released from prison. She had served a short four month term as a juvenile in the Virginia State Children's Prison for stabbing her college roommate in her ass when she was seventeen. Released when she turned eighteen, her records were sealed since she was a juvenile. The facts remain unknown to Stan to this day.

He had graduated from the CIA academy earlier that fateful day that he picked up Francine while she was hitchhiking. He was attracted instantly to her by her figure and beautiful face. She was drawn to him on that auspicious night when he struck a raccoon with his car and displayed compassion by shooting it and putting it out of its misery.

When she realized that a CIA agent would be heavily compensated financially for life she decided it was worth it to give up her fun for a stable future. Soon after they were married.

Because Francine's major drive in life was to avoid working a real job, she decided that putting up with Stan's ultra-conservative ways was a reasonable tradeoff and settled down without ever divulging her past wickedness to him.

She knew that while they were dating Stan took a lot of kidding from his fellow CIA workers about her beauty and sexy figure. Stan took their jibes in stride and smiled silently and let them think that Francine was the hottest ride ticket in town and that he had access to her hot body.

The truth was she had decided to be a "good" girl once she met him and rarely even let him get to first base while dating. Occasionally she'd let him touch her breasts over her blouse or sweater. Once, after hours of petting, she had let him reach under her clothes and touch them over her bra.

She had drawn the line at touching his cock though and had only fleetingly touched him through his pants. She understood men had stronger sexual needs but she wasn't about to do anything to help him. The one time he'd begged her to jack him off had led to a two-week breakup. "A good girl doesn't do that until she's married." she'd told him when they finally got back together.

To Stan's dismay, not much changed once they were married. Francine quickly became pregnant with Haley and became set in her sexually repressed ways. She was not very interested when it came to experimenting much past the missionary position. Talking dirty, running around the house naked, or watching porn films together would all be off limits. Their sex life was just ok as far as he was concerned. He'd always wished that she would loosen up and maybe give him a blow job without his having to beg every couple of years on his birthday.

Now, as he talked to his newly minted hot wife on the phone, he knew that had all changed in the course of less than a month. Thanks to Rogers's magic phrase Legerdemain releasing Francine's inner slut for his enjoyment.

And unknown to Stan, he owed as much thanks for her new outlook due to her infatuation with her son's horse cock while under the influence of the same phrase.

"Give Steve some really hot poses Francine. Something that will help him fill those panties with cum for you."

Francine couldn't wait. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she giggled breathlessly as she talked on her cell in speaker mode while standing nude in front of her open window, combing out her blonde hair.

Turning to see her naked image in her mirror, she proudly threw back her shoulders and made her epic breasts stand up even more as she snapped off the first photo with her cell phone. *FLASH*

Hefting her tits in her free hand, she snapped another photo. *FLASH*, "I want him to see all of me Stan." she laughed and spoke into her cell phone as she dropped her hand to her pussy and rubbed. "Even my pretty little shaved cunt."

Fisting his cock, Stan picked up his pace with her use of such a crude word for her pussy. "Oh yeah baby, you should definitely let him see that shaved...cunt of yours again. I mean he watched you shave it, so he deserves to see it displayed for posterity."

It was a good time to tell her something he had been holding back. "I know he likes photos of you Francine. One of the vacation photos has been missing for a few weeks. He must have found them. I'm sorry, I know I told you'd I'd hide them but he must have found them in my dresser."

Surprisingly, that didn't bother her. "Oh well, they weren't very sexy anyway. At least now we know where to "hide" more pictures if we want him to find them."

"Once he sees these new and improved photos he'll really be turned on by his mother." replied Stan.

Kneeling naked on the bed and feeling very amorous, she spoke into the phone, "How should I pose now?"

"Start by holding your tits up and then maybe lick your nipples. Steve will love that," he said as his wife aimed her focused on her boobs. "Any man would."

"Give a big smile, and look right into the camera. Pretend you're looking right at Steve and you're posing just for him." He said as Francine posed for that shot as well as dozens of others that revealed every part of her luscious body.

"How about showing him your pussy now Francine? Sit back and spread your legs and take a few of your cunt in the mirror." Stan laughed because Francine had always hated that word, yet now she was getting flushed and turned on to hear it, and using it herself. She spread her legs and took close up pictures of her pussy and ass.

"Now touch it Francine. Touch that beautiful shaved puss for your son."

Stan would have been satisfied if she had just spread her lips, but he couldn't believe it when she told him "I shoved two fingers up my cunt Stan. The picture looks so sot."

"You are so hot baby!" He hollered as he jacked his cock to the thoughts of what she was doing half a world away. "More! Show him how hot your pussy is for him. These are going to make Steve so fucking hot. He'll be filling your panties with gallons of cum."

By the time they finished, Francine had taken dozens of images while she finger fucked her hot little cunt.

Francine began uploading the images to an email for Stan as they talked about Steve and the pictures she had just taken. Nothing was off limits now. As she hit the send button for her email to Stan she finally got up the nerve to reveal more of her forbidden desires.

"I eventually will want you there Stan. I want you to watch men jack off all over my tits...and in my mouth. I even want you to watch as Steve fucks me." She was confident now that Stan would want that also.

Stan couldn't believe her! He wanted to be there too, but as much as he thought he wanted that also, he still wasn't sure he was ready to watch her fuck another man, especially his son. Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, he brought up how best to get mother and son together.

"I don't think you can come right out and tell him you want to fuck him or that you know what he's been doing. He might just get too scared or be too embarrassed and deny everything and that would ruin it."

Francine knew that would not be a problem, but went along so Stan could feel like he was part of the solution. "I hadn't thought of that." She said, acting panicked. "What should I do Stan? I can't just keep going on this way. I'll go crazy." Wanting to pretend she was scared she would never be able to fuck her son, she began to fake sniffle. "What are we going to do Stan? There must be some way."

Stan thought for a minute. "Well...you could let him think he's seduced you. You'll have put yourself into some kind of position where Steve thinks it's all his idea and you just couldn't help yourself. You don't want him thinking his mother is just an oversexed little slut and that he somehow found your magic buttons that needed to be pushed to unleash your inner deviant."

'That is exactly what I want my big dicked boy to think.' Francine thought to herself in amusement as Stan rambled on.

"Let him know you can't help but have sex with him, but at the same time you are trying to watch out for his best interests. It'll have to be an Academy Award winning performance. After that, you'll have him in the palm of your hand and will be able to make him do anything you want. You will be able to lift your dress in front of him and hand him your panties and ask him to jack off into them as you watch, or let you suck his cock while I watch. What do you think?"

Francine loved his plan, and had an idea how to make it work.

"How about one little tweak to your great idea Stan? The boy needs motivation to improve his grades and this might be just the thing." She told him the rest of her plan.

"You are one sexy, slutty mom Francine Smith. Only a dirty little minx like you could come up with such an outrageously awesome plan.