An unusual way for mom to help son with problems at school

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Martin Davies knew that his mother would be mad at him for the low grades he had received on his latest report card. She had left him a note saying that he would have to talk about his schoolwork when she got home from work.

How could he tell her the reason ? That he had been obsessed with her for months and spent the whole day dreaming about pampering her body and having her as his exclusive sexual toy.

He could hardly be blamed for his infatuation. Nina Davies was the proverbial blonde bombshell and her son found her even more attractive since she had had her hair cut into a bob. She rarely wore a bra but had noy an inkling of the effect this had on her boy. God ! How Martin envied her boyfriend who stayed the night one week-end a fortnight.

Nina turned the lock in the front door to come home and try to sort out how her son was doing at school.....
 
Nina Davies

5'6", blonde hair, blue eyes, dotes on her son and wants him to be very successful in life.
 
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Nina

Nina juggled the groceries on one hip while she put the key in the lock and opened the door. She hoped her son had read her note and stayed home today. She was going to have to have a long talk with him. She was very worried about his grades. She didn't understand why they were slipping so much. He had always been a bright boy, always brought home good grades.

She bit her lip in thought as she walked into the kitchen and began to put the groceries away. Maybe it was the messy divorce from his father that had him not paying attention to his lessons. It had been long and drawn out but the marriage had been over years before she signed the papers. Now she was a single mom with enough of a relationship to keep her active in the social but not enough to pin her down. She was not eager to jump into another full time relationship. It was lonely at times but it was better than what she had had before.

Having put away the last of the groceries she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and went to the kitchen door to call Martin. "Martin!" She called up the stairs to his room,"Come down, I need to talk to you!"
 
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Sheepishly he started coming downstairs.

"Hell !" he thought "She;s got the short red skirt on" - it was an outfit that always turned him on and usually sent him straight to his room for a fantasy and some self-pleasure. The instant erections the skirt provoked had not yet been noticed by Nina.

He sat by her on the sofa and saw that she had the report card on the coffee table. His exam results had been poor and he realised she would be wanting some excuses. Childishly he giggled "Not too good this term, was it mom ?"
 
Nina

Nina crossed her arms over her chest and gave Martin a hard look. "This is no laughing matter. If you are ever going to make something of yourself you have to keep up your grades! I want you to make more of your life than your father and I ever did."

Sitting back and crossing her legs, she kept her gaze on him. "Now tell me why you have been slipping like this. Is it this divorce that is bothering you? I was hoping that it wouldn't have affected you so much. I need you to be honest with me. I have to know so that I can know how to help you. Whether you need counceling or tutoring or what. If we nip this in the bud than you won't have to worry about being held back a year."
 
"It's not just the divorce, mum, it's more complicated than that. There's stuff on my mind that I need to work through. It isn't anything I can ask for your help over,,."

Martin sighed. He imagined a volcano of fury if he asked for what he really wanted.

"...not something you can help with...well it is but not something I can ask for...."

He was making a mess of this explanation and Nina was none the wiser following these efforts by him. She wanted to understand - otherwise how could she ever help - but her son was coming out with nothing yet that gave signs of what sort of help would be needed.

"You see mom, the family is all bust up now and you and me are the only ones left in the house. Except when your boyfriend is over and I....."

He could not bring himself to say anymore until his mum spoke again - in any event her voice always aroused him !
 
Nina

Nina nodded thinking she understood. "So, this is about Dirk, isn't it? Martin, I know I'm your mom but I have needs. I spend most of my time with you and it isn't like Dirk is taking away from that time. Still, if you don't like him staying over the weekend that he does I will talk to him about making other arrangements. But remember, Sweetie, just because I spend time with him does not mean I don't love you. I do love you, very much, and I want you to be able to take your pick of colleges once you get out of high school. You are very smart and you could be anything that you wanted to be."

Putting an arm around her son she hugged him to her tight. "And there is nothing that you can't tell me. Even if you don't think I can help you might be surprised. And at least you have someone who will listen to you."
 
Martin tilted his head sideways to rest on Nina's shoulder. The hairs on the back of his neck were bristling with her arm around him. He kept his hands in his lap to try to press down the hard-on which would surely start to spring up soon.

"I like it when you hug me, mom" he murmured bashfully. He wanted to keep up the coy, young demeanour for as long as possible "and I wish that you would hug me more often. Maybe my grades will improve if there were more hugs and kisses - what d'ya think ?"

He wanted to set her on a path that seemed harmless but one that would be hard to turn back from when she realised where it was leading.

The poor woman had definitely not come to that realisation yet.
 
Nina

Nina hugged her son closer and brushed his hair from his eyes. "I know I have been very busy lately and I am sorry if you have gotten put to the wayside. Tell you what, you concentrate on getting your grades up and we will start having a night out together, just you and me. Your choice of resturant...even fast food." She laughed and kissed his cheek. "That way we will have some special time together and maybe it will help you concentrate on your studies more. And I promise I will take time to hand out the hugs and kisses to my favorite guy. If I get too busy and forget you remind me, okay?"
 
"Can I have, erm, like a set number of hours a week of kissing and cuddling, mom ?"

Martin wondered how this short and simple (on the face of it) request would be answered.
 
Nina

Nina looked at Martin, startled. He must really be feeling insecure if he felt he needed this but she wanted him to be happy and able to move on from this point and so she nodded. "If that is what you want, honey. I promise you, you don't need me to count the time for your hugs and kisses but if it makes you feel better than I will be willing to make sure that you have at least that number each week. What number were you thinking of?"
 
"I'd rather you proposed a number of hours per day that I can cuddle you and in the same way a daily number of kisses."

and Martin gave another slightly contrived giggle to still seem innocent and childish.

Nina was a little surprised to hear his use of the word "hours"

Martin continued "Once you suggest the numbers, mom, we can start negotiating . Hee Hee"

His mother was smiling. He wondered what expressions she would adopt in a short while when he started to increase the stakes.
 
Nina

Nina felt a little uncomfortable with the proposal but it reminded her more of when she had held and cuddled him as a baby a long time ago. Had he gone back to needing that kind of assurance?

"Well...okay, I guess," She said biting her lip in thought. "I suppose we can spend an hour together with me cuddling you and maybe watching a favorite tv program together after work and then another after dinner. As for kisses, I don't know. I usually give you a kiss before you go off to school, and one when you come home as well as one when you go to bed. Lets say ten kisses per day for right now."
 
Two hours of cuddles each day sounded like a good start and Martin told his mother so.

"......but I was thinking more like fifty kisses a day......and there's something else as well mom.....erm.....don't be mad at me but when we have the cuddles will you strip down to your bra and panties ? I would really really like that."
 
Nina

Nina sat back from her son, shock showing on her face. "Martin..." She began not knowing what to say. "No, I...son, I know that you are a young man now and that you are discovering your own sexuality but that would be very, very improper. As for fifty kisses, well, we will see what happens. If I promised you that I wouldn't have time to do anything. I would spend all my time kissing you and that would be improper too. I am your mother, sweetie and things like that are not supposed to be done between mother and son."

I sighed and held him close again knowing that this was a cry from him for more affection and to be close to me in this difficult time. "I promise you will be my first priority. I will even call Dirk and tell him I can't see him for awhile until we get this worked through."
 
"But it's thinking about how you would look in your underclothes which has been stopping me from working well at school, mom. And to borrow your phrase if we are going to work it through, wouldn't that be a way to help me ?"

and then quickly engineering a (very slight) change in subject "So how about 30 kisses a day ?"
 
OOC Just saw you were online geri

IC
Martin let out a sigh - his mother's answer seemed to be an eternity in coming




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Nina

Nina looked at her son in shock. "Martin!" She said, at a loss for words. "You shouldn't be thinking of me in that way. I...I know that some boys feel an attraction for their mother but...but, sweetie, I...I just don't know what to say. I want to help you get back on track in school but...I just don't know."

Not really thinking about his next statement she nodded absentmindedly. "O...Okay, thirty kisses is fine, hon." Her mind was still whirling with what he had revealed to her and she struggled to think of a way to handle it that wouldn't insult him or cause him to resent her.
 
Martin sidled a little closer to Nina on the sofa and gave a short peck to her lips - he would have liked to try a longer kiss but felt that slow progress towards his goal was better than destroying what (small) chance there was of some sexual fun.

"That's one - 29 to go. As far as the bra and panties thing, mom - how about we compromise. Just strip down to your underwear on one half of your body each day ? Would that be fair ? And to inject a bit of fun into it, we can flick a coin each time to see which half it is for that day."

He suddenly worried that he was sounding too much as though he had thought out every detail but fortunately his mom did not spot the element of pre-planning. He had hit a useful nerve by using the word 'compromise' as that was how she had brought him up (although never it must be said quite in this context)
 
Nina

Nina returned her son's kiss automatically, her mind working on a compromise of her own. "I tell you what, Martin. I will agree to cuddle with you wearing my bikini instead of being in my underwear. It won't seem as improper and it might soothe your need to be that close to me. I...I want to work this out." Without encouraging it She said silently to herself.

She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek,"28 to go," She said with a smile as she stood,"And now I have to get dinner ready. Any thoughts on what you want to eat tonight?"
 
"Let's decide that after we've had the first hour of cuddling .....you DID say one hour before dinner and one hour after."

Nina nodded - if only her son's memory was as good in Latin, Maths or History tests.

"Is that your complete bikini that you meant, mom - or just one half like I was saying ? I've got the coin ready to flick if you only mean half."
 
Nina

Nina blushed and turned to go up the stairs and change. "Now, Martin, you know that isn't the deal. If it was my underwear I would be stripping the outerclothing to show you wither my bra or panties. As it is I will be in my bikini with nothing else over it. Just like we were going to the beach. It will be my whole bikini. That is as far as I am going today. Now find either a tv program or video you want to watch while I go change."

Moving up the stairs and to her bedroom she was shaking a little bit. What was she doing and where did Martin's thoughts of her come from. Surely she had never done anything to cause or encourage them. It was the divorce and how hard he had taken it, she was sure. Feeling like he had to take 'the man of the house' roll had thrown him into a position of feeling like this about her. Well, she would go along with what she had to and make him feel like his little boy again, that way he would naturally settle into his place again, no harm done.

Stripping from her skirt and blouse, stepping from her panties and unhooking her bra she caught a look at her figure in the mirror and ran her hands over her pert breasts, firm in spite of motherhood, her flat stomach and firm ass, made that way from a regimine of running and exercise. She had to admit she had kept her figure, still Martin should be thinking about girls his own age and not his mother. Still it was a bit flattering. Most boys his age didn't want anything to do with their parents, avoided being seen with them and here her son had a school boy crush on her. She smiled a bit and laughed. Yes, a crush, something he was sure to get over with given some time.

Feeling better about things she reached in her drawer and took out her blue bikini top and panties. Looking at them in her hand she wondered if they had shrunk or if it had always been so scanty. Still, a promise was a promise and Charlie had seen her in it before. Slipping into the suit she adjusted the straps over her shoulders to where the cups of the bra held her breasts in, the nipples outlined by the material, the panties showing the length and curve of her legs, molding to the shaven roundness of her mons. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed and wondered whether this was really the way to go. Still, she needed to find a way to get his mind back on his studies and compromise seemed to be the only way to do it.

With one more glance at her image she headed downstairs calling out to Martin,"Honey, have you found a program yet?"
 
Martin had thought hard about what video to watch. He had decided quickly against the porn video he had bought from an illegal market - especially as it had a mom/son theme and might end up destorying his plan. It seemed his childish approach was working so he chose a Disney film - an old Sinbad movie.

The theme music was starting as Nina came downstairs. God ! She looked wonderful. This was going to be a happy happy hour !

"You look pretty, mom - I remember when you wore that on the beach in Italy. It looks just as nice now as then."

He patted the settee next to him indicating where he wanted her to seat.

He grinned and in a mock-adult voice announced "Let the cuddle begin"
 
Nina

Nina blushed happily at her son's admiration of her figure. She was still a woman and like complements, especially about her figure. She smiled at the mention of Italy, one of the happier times of her marriage and where she had bought the suit hoping it would catch her husband's eye. It didn't seem to work but they had had a great family time anyway.

Sitting down on the couch by Martin, she put her arm around him and drew him close nodding in approval at the show he had picked. "Okay, and be thinking about what you want for supper while we are watching this," She said,"If you take too long it just might be take out tonight."

Settling down she begin to watch the show, very conscious of her son's warm body next to hers but telling herself she was doing this to help him and get his mind back on his studies.
 
OOC When we DO get to the coin-flicking, I promise I will flick a genuine coin here in London to determine plot development

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IC
The film reached the point when Sinbad's crew were boarding ship and the crew members included a busty servant girl.

"She's wearing a two-piece bikini a bit like yours, mom. Except she's showing more cleavage - I guess that must be for the dads who have to take their kids to Saturday cinema, eh ?"

Nina laughed at her son's understanding of the modern world.

"Can I give you two more of the kisses now, mom ?"

She nodded - "I guess you've got to work through the quota"

Martin placed a kiss on each of the cups of her bikini-top-half. The kisses were short and did not try to kiss flesh. Nor were they oppressive in that they didn't press in, just another two pecks. Still, she was slightly concerned about his choice of kiss-location !
 
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