Making Mother

[bangerog]

[b] Making mother.[/b]

This iis a closed thread between Maid of Marvels and myself.

A middle aged mother assuages her guilt by convincing herself that her adult son is the cause of her behaviour


IC: Brian

He was three hours earlier than normal. Usually he arrived just before his mother had Sunday lunch ready at 3pm, but today he wanted to surprise her. I n fact he wanted her. Period.

They had had a good and extremely close relationship before his marriage, and he had even managed to visit her once a week, during that time, when they had continued theIr lovemaking.

Hoewever, since he married things had gradually changed, and when, after his marriage had failed, his mother had refused to have him home, he took a flat on his own, with them settling down to him visiting er once a week on Sunday.

His mother was still a sensual person. That is, if you could overcome the fact that she now felt it was wrong, and that she didn't want to. He smiled as he remembered all the times when he was so much younger that he had told her that he didn't want to, to which she replied, while stroking his stomach thighs and scrotum, that 'John Thomas would not stand to attention like that if he didn't want to. He recalled the guilt that he felt that his mind could not control his body, but also the pleasure that overcame that guilt.

All he had to do now was to reverse the roles.

Normally, she would have been home from church, and changed before starting to cook the meal. He was here early in the hope that he would be able to take her in her Sunday best. Although she had put on a few extra pounds over the years, it had enhanced her in his eyes, making her more rounded and less angular than when he was young.

He switched the radio on to the calssical music station, knowing that when she entered she would know that he was already there. Then taking his Sunday Paper he started to read, and waited-------

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Mother

Father Ralph had given an especially good sermon today and Elaine Endicott was still pondering it as she let herself into the house, tugging at the fingers of her gloves as she closed the door behind herself. He was a good man, a true follower of Christ and she admired him greatly. He had been the means to her salvation after that near-fatal heart attack she'd had four years ago. Yes, without his guidance she would have been doomed to purgatory at best and... Elaine shuddered at the alternative.

So lost in thought, she was halfway into the parlor before she realized that something was out of place. More accurately, something was in place that shouldn't be. The mournful strains of a Bach sonata for Viola da Gamba assailed her and her her eyes shot around the room in search of her son, Brian -- for it could only be him and no other.

"What are you doing here early?" she snapped, annoyed that he had dared to disrupt her routine. She was a creature of habit and disapproved of anything that kept her from it.

"Hello, Mother," he replied calmly, setting the newspaper he'd been reading down on the coffee table.

Elaine pulled off her other glove and removed her hat, her ample breasts heaving with indignation beneath the thin navy floral print of her silk dress. In fact, her whole body was trembling. "Cheeky. Why are you here so early?"

She glared suspiciously at her son, who seemed in no hurry to answer her question. After her heart attack, and her deathbed confession of the evils she had committed over the years, Father Ralph had helped her to see that it was not of her doing. It was her son who had enticed her, lured her, seduced her with his wickedness. None of it had been her fault. All of it had been Brian's -- from the first time she had caught him wanking off as a boy to his continued violation of her, even once he was married.

Some men, Father Ralph had explained -- and boys -- were just morbidly over-sexed. She had been right to do as she had done -- a mother only wanted to see to her child's well-being and happiness. But it had not been her fault. If Brian had not been so randy... Elaine could still hear Father Ralph's words as he assured her of that as well as assuring her that any man (including himself, if he were not a man of the cloth) would find himself hard put to resist her womanly charms.

In the interim, Elaine had severed all intimate ties with her son. Oh, the devil did tempt her from time to time, but she found that prayer and daily mass were helping to a large degree. Now if only her son would see the error of his ways.

 

[bangerog]

Brian

" Can't you guess why I am so early?" he asked. Knowing full well that she knew what he was hoping.

" I've come because you are my mother and I love you and need you."

God she looked beautiful in that silk dress. It clung to her body, and with the belt tight aound her waist, it accentuated the voluptuous roundness of her body these days. The rounded hips, the slightlier heavy thighs and calves, which, to him, made her sexier than when she was younger.

The way her dress moved as she moved seemd to accentuate that sexuality. Highlighting one instant her beautiful breasts, and the next the junction of her thighs. As he looked felt the beginnings of the stirring in his loins. Nobody ever turned him on as much as she, not even his wife, and now his mother had rejected him.

His mind went back to the times he had visited her after he had married. Elaine had told him how much she loved him and seemed each time to find a new way to excite him, always asking whether 'Debbie did that' or "Does she do it as well as I do"

Of course she didn't! how could anyone replace the one woman he really loved. The one who when he was younger came into his room at least twice a a week to milk the naughtiness out of her big boy. He knew now that those initial advances had excited her and that after she had left him replete, she had returned to her room to diddle herself, thinking of his erect penis.

When he had married he hadn't realised thatthe beautiful Debbie had been so much under the influence of her puritanical mother. In there premarital petting he found that she was not a virgin, as he fingered her off, but he should have seen the signs when she would not consummate their relationship until she had a ring on her finger. He, himself had erection problems, when her giving and recieving of head was under sufferance.

With the separation and divorce, he had expected to come home, and carry on as before, but his mother had been ill, and thinking that she was at death's door had confessed their relationship to the priest, cconvinced that she had sinned . Since then she didn't want to know.

How could such a close and loving relationship be a sin?

"Yes" he reiterated "I am here because I need you , and to give you what YOU want."

"I do NOT!!" she replied angrily, but was it his imagination that her breathing quickened,and that under the silk resting against her bra that her nipples were stiffening? "Those days are over.I am going to get dinner ready." So saying she started to turn to leave the room.

"NO MOTHER!!!! YOU ARE STAYING HERE!!!"

She could not believe what she was hearing. This was an order and not a request---------------

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Elaine's eyes widened, alarmed by her son's tone of voice. In all his twenty eight years, he had never spoken to her like this. Of course it was inevitable now that Brian was divorced and had no steady outlet for his nasty habits. Of course he would turn to her -- just as he had when he was younger.

The Devil's Spawn, Father Ralph had said. His entire purpose had been to seduce her from her faith. To lure her into the wicked recesses of his mind. To pervert her from following the pure and holy path she had been meant to follow.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she recalled that first time more than a decade ago when she had walked into Brian's bedroom to find him laying on his bed naked, his penis jutting at her obscenely while he stroked it.

"What are you doing, you nasty boy!!" Elaine had exclaimed, frozen in place for a moment before propelling herself across the room to stop him.

Brian hadn't answered, his eyes rolling back in his head as if possessed, while strand after ropey strand of his demon seed sprayed over her brand new dress.

That had been the beginning of it all. Elaine had thought she had been in the right, milking him of the foul poisons that were infesting his mind, only to find that it had been the perfect lure. Her own son's siren song to suck her into a situation that had taken her years and Father Ralph's wise words to escape from.

Gathering strength from the knowledge that she had been the unwitting victim all along, Elaine stood up straight and stared Brian in the eye. "How dare you speak to me in that tone! I asked you a question. Why are you here so early?"

 

[bangerog]

Brian

She could not believe that he could look her in the eye as he replied:-

"I told you mother, I have come for what I need and to give you what you want."

"I have just told you. Those days are over. You forced me when you were younger to get the horniness out, but now those days are over!! Can't you understand?"

" I don't think so. Look at me mother! Look into my eyes!! You know that you want to."

"NO I DO NOT!! I am going now to start the dinner."

Once again she turned to leave the room to go to the kitchen.

"Mother. No!! Look at me!! You know what you want."

She looked at him, trying to avoid his eyes. But it was no good. Their eyes met, and suddenly all her resolve was gone. He was her son. Her so handsome son and his eyes drew her into him, so that even as she turned to leave, she was transfixed, unable to move.

In spite of her denials she felt her supressed sensuality coming to the fore, and knew that the smile he gave her was a smile of triumph, as he once again turned from her and started to read his paper.

She stood ther with bowed head waiting. Waiting, with a fierce longing that she could not control and, even worse, did not understand. Or at least she claimed that she did not, but the priest knew what she desired, and had convinced her that it was all the fault of her son.

She stood there with a yearning. Feeling it start to invade her and knew that she wanted him, but had to make him order her to do his bidding, then she could give herself to him with a clear conscience, taking the pleasure, but blaming her lover son.

She became aware of the sound of the paper being discarded, and raising her eyes once more, looked into his again, seeing the longing, lust and desire, that he was feeling.

"Mother, you ARE going to give me what I need. You know you are. I love you so much. I know that you love me too and we were meant for each other. You know the way we both show our love."

As he uttered these words, Brian stood up, crossed the few feet that separated them, took his mother in his arms and placed his lips on hers to kiss her. She immediately turned her head away so that his lips were on her ear. One hand, took one of hers and put it on his trousers so that she was able to feel the physical evidence of his arouusal.

"No!!" she cried,as she hurriedly removed it, unable to suppress the electric feeling of shock that shot thtrough her body.
His tongue caressed her ear as he whispered into it,

"Let yourself go mother, You know that you want to.."

It was like the devil whispering to her, insisting that she wanted to make love to her son.

"Nnnnnnnooooooooo!!!!" she moaned as if in agony, which in truth she was. The agony of indecision. She knew it was a sin, but it was true what he was saying she wanted him. Wanted it.

His hand moved up and squeezed her breast through the smooth silk of her dress and the thin lace of her bra, and then his fingers were pinching the nipple, that sensitive peak. Then it was gone, pulling her hand to where his ahd been, covering her breast.

"Go on mother play with your tittie. You know it makes you feel good."

Nnnnnnnoooo" she moaned in denial, but her hand gave her away as it squeezed and fondled the swollen mammary and its nipple through the material.

All the while the insistent whispering in her ear told her what he was going to do and how much she wanted him, gently wearing away at her resistance.

Then he was gone. Returning to sit down and pick up the papers again. This time as she looked at him her eyes were drawn to the bulge at the front of his trousers.

Oooooohhh all that naughtinesS!!! Sssssoooooo haaaaaard.. nO SHE HAD TO RESIST!!!! SHE MUSTN'T NO MATTER HOW MUCH SHE WANTED TO!!! Even if Father Ralph had intimated that it was alright, if she was being made to give in to her lust------------------

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Shaken by her encounter with Brian and the inner turmoil of her feelings, Elaine rushed to her bedroom, slamming the door and leaning against it. He was wicked. Full of nastiness. She could resist him. She could!

It took a few minutes for her heartbeat to slow and her breathing to return to normal. Turning the latch on the door, she began to undress. She had dinner to prepare, after all.

"Go on mother play with your tittie. You know it makes you feel good."

The memory of her son's voice -- his demand -- as he whispered those wicked words in her ear gave her pause as she stood before the mirror clad only in her underclothes. Elaine's eyes glazed over as her hands wandered upward, hefting the weight of her breasts and twisting at the hard peaks beneath the thin material of her brassiere.

"Yesss... " she murmured, at first unable to deny the wetness that was spreading between her legs. Then suddenly, "No!"

Elaine grabbed for he housedress and pulled it over her head. She would resist that wicked boy's temptation. She would!

"Mother?" Brian's voice sounded faintly from the living room. "Are you all right?"

"I am," though both of them knew that she was not. She was far from all right as her memories took her back in time yet again...

Elaine had been trying to milk all of the nastiness out of her son for quite a while, when the tables suddenly turned. She didn't quite remember how it had happened, but somehow that evil boy had ended up in her bedroom. Her bedroom!

She had been out to the pub with the girls and had gotten a bit tipsy. Brian had helped her to bed after helping her to undress, she recalled. She had been shocked to see his arousal, feeling him press it against her as he sat her down on the edge of the bed.

She'd fallen back. No! He had pushed her! His nasty bulge jutting out lewdly as he forced himself on top of her.

"Get up!" Elaine had demanded, her nightie twisting obscenely around her hips as she struggled, revealing her knickers. She'd seen how he stared at the spot between her legs. Seen how his penis had throbbed. Saw the look in his eyes as his tongue slowly traced over his lips.

"Why you little pervert!" she'd hissed. "What are you like looking at me like that?" Something inside her had snapped as she pulled aside the gusset to reveal the nest of dark curls that covered her puss. It was Brian's fault. All his fault. And Elaine knew it. Even as she demanded he get on his knees before her to take a closer look, bent on breaking her son of his ugly thoughts and habits one way or another.

 

[bangerog]

His frustration.

"Yes," He heard his mother say after he had asked after her welfare, He did not hear the whispered "No."

He was disappointed. Not in his mother, but himself. He had felt sure that he had done sufficent to control her. He had expected her to stay standing there in indecision, but she had turned on her heels and rushed upstairs

He closed his eyes and thought of her. How much he wanted he. However it wan't his desire that was his obsession. It was hers.

Reaching down over his zip he fondled hinmself through the material of his trousers as he imagined Elaine, in her Suday dress, her skirt up round her waist responding to the love he was giving her as he thrust deep into her.

To take her in her Sunday best would have been a triumph for him. Not that he wanted to lord it over her, but a sign that he had overcome the deceit hat was coming between them. The deceit that he lay at the feet of Father Ralph, for persuading his lover and mother that it was all his, her son's fault. That he, Brian had been the instigator of all that had happened between them, and that her response was anything other than any mother would do for a son full of pubescent angst.

She insisted, now that he, her son, had instigated the sexual relationship between the two of them. BUT THAT WAS NOT TRUE.

Slowly unzipping his trousers, he withdrew his erection. Starting to slowly fondle it, not wanting to bring himself to climax, his mind went back to that first time so many years ago-------.

 

[bangerog]

Initiation

He could remember as if it were yesterday, but even after all these years, he was not sure whether she had planned it, or whether it was purely a chain of circumstance.

He had been sitting in pijamas, and robe, having his bedtime drink,while she sat opposite him reading Suddenly as she crosed her legs he had a glimpse of bare thigh. Not much, but enough to be of interest to a teenage male. She uncrossed her legs, bringing him disappointment, as the glimpse of soft white skin above the dark tops of her stockings disappeared. However it was only for a few seconds, as she then crossed her other leg over her knee, and for some reason her skirt rode up above her knee and he had an even better view. He could see the black of her garter, contrasting so with the milk white flesh.

He was surprised. He had never thought of his mother wearing black. Black underwear, was very sexy, and he had never considered her in that light. Of course he thought her attractive, and some of his friend drooled over her bust, but to him she was just his mom.

Again she uncrossed her legs, and now, because the skirt had risen higher and her legs were slightly parted, he could see up between them into that area of secret shadow.

Then it started. He felt the stirring in his loins.

Twice more his mother crossed and uncrossed her legs and the skirt moved slightly higher and her legs seemed to open a little wider, enabling him to see more of the inside of her thigh. However the place he wished to view remained hidden.

He looked into his mother's face, and she seemed to be concentrating on her novel. If he slid down in his chair a bit he just might be able to see. He had started to slide forward to the edge, when he suddenly realised that his full erection was in danger of becoming exposed, and gripped it through his robe, squeezing it slowly and rythmically.

A portion of thigh in the shadow became available to his gaze, but it still was not enough. He started to slip a little lower in his seat. Just a little more and he would be able to see right up to the junction of her thighs.

"What on earth do you think you are you doing?" Elaine asked, rapidly closing her legs and drawing her skirt down.

Brian, blushing profusely, sat up very quickly, so quickly in fact that his throbbing penis almost escaped from his grasp.

"Nothing. " he mumbled in reply.

"Don't tell me that!! You were looking at my legs weren't you?"she asked rhetorically "They are only legs."

So saying she held them straight in front of her, close together, and started to slowly draw the skirt, which reached to her calves, now, upwards. The black stockings accentuated the shapeliness of her slim legs, as she drew her skirt higher up past her knees. Higher and higher the hem went until it reached the edge of her stocking tops. Then stopped.

Brian was staring as if entranced by the scene before him.

"There you are." Elaine said "You can see almost all my legs now. But that is not enough is it?"

Brian could not reply as he looked at his mother, and was struck dumber, as she asked him "You want to see more. Don't you?"

His eyes were drawn back to her thighs, as with a beating heart, which she could not explain, Elaine, slowly pulled her skirt higher, so that astrip of pale white skin was revealed, causing Brian, in a reflex action to start to rub his hard horn through the robe and pijamas.

 

[bangerog]

Higher and higher the hem went, revealing more and more of the pale skin, and the contrasting black garters resting on the closed thighs, until it came to a halt. in a position that teasingly hid her panties. With his eyes fixed on the hem, Brian was in a world of his own, and he was now openly masturbating through his robe.

"What do you think you are doing?" E laine asked in a rather cross voice, knowing full well that he would not answer. However his hand immediately left his penis and he looked her in the face , blushing.

"Open that robe!!" his mother commanded.

"Awwwww mom Please------" he pleaded.

"Go on do as I say!!"

Sheepishly Brian undid the tie, and as soon he parted the robe. Freed of the restraint of the heavier material, his penis popped out of his pijama fly, standing up proud.

Elaine gave a gasp. She had not seen him naked for some years. Then he had been a boy. Now he was a man. He was sooooo big,!! Ssssoooooo hard!!!

She had been mildly stimulated by her son's reaction to her teasing, but now her nipples stiffened, her juices started to flow heavily, and she felt her labiae and her clit start to swell, inducing that feeling in her pussy that needed relief.

She couldn't take her eyes of that lovely thick hard cock, which was sticking up flagpole proud.

"You're still not satisfied. Are you? You've seen my legs and you want to see even more. Don't you? You rude boy!!"

Brian didn't reply, but Elaine, as if in a trance, slid forward in her seat, and in one movement pulled her skirt up to to her waist revealing her lacy black panties, at the same time spreading her thighs wide exposing the extremely damp gusset to his eager gaze. He could see the wisps of fine hair escaping from the edge, and once again his hand went to encircle his turgid tool.

"Stop that at once!!! you filthy boy!!! What a rude boy you are. Looking at mommy like that and then playing with yourself!!!" she shouted, the loudness and anger in her voice belying the excitement and arousal that coursed through her body as she gazed at that throbbing potent prong that he was holding.

"Get over to the sofa, and get your robe and trousers off!!"

He did as she bade him expecting that he was going to be chastised, and in his embarrassment, turned to hide himself from his mother as he divested himself of the clothing. Immediately he did so Elauin lifted herself of her seat, closed her legs, and, taking the waist of her panties in both hands, quickly slid them of before going to join her son at the sofa.

"Lie down" she commanded. No. Not like that! Put your head on the seat by the arm, and your legs over the other one."

Brian did as he was told and after he was esconced to her satisfaction, she moved to stand by the sofa level with his chest.

"I am going to show you just this once, and let you look, and then I am going to really shame you my boy."

So saying, she put her hands under her skirt, and parted the swollen lips of her pussy, before straddlinghis body with one leg. She thrrust her hips forward thrilling in the knowledge that she was exposing to him. She held the lips wide apart, and with the forefinger of each hand either side of her clit masturbated it gently.

Brian couldn't believe it. He was looking at his mother's cunt. The swollen labia, the gaping vaginal orifice and at the top a little mound, glistening in the results of her arousal.

Now my lad. You''ve had your look. I am going to shame you" So saying, Elaine bent the knee of her leg on the floor and knelt on the sofa with other, slowly, oh, so slowly, introducing her cunnie to his face.

"Now lick it!!" she ordered dropping her skirt over his head so that he was in the twilight that he would come to know so well in the weeks to come. His senses aroused even further by her aroma, he stuck his tongue out and bent to his task.

Elaine settled on him, almost like a mother hen as she basked in the pleasure coursing through her, fully aware that he had begun to stroke himself again.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

It took Elaine a while to compose herself as she stood lost in her memories of how it all began. He was an evil boy making her feel this way. "Evil and nasty," she said aloud, all the while struggling to resist the temptation to ease the ache that was steadily growing between her legs. It was only when she reminded herself that Father Ralph had assured her she was a Godly woman and that none of this was of her own doing, that the haze of temptation began to evaporate.

Smoothing her hands over her house dress, she slid her feet into her slippers and headed for the kitchen to prepare dinner. She had bought a good-sized roast the other day at the butcher. That, with some roasted potatoes and perhaps some greens would make a lovely meal. The trifle she'd prepared the night before would top it all off nicely.

Elaine had to pass through the living room to get to the kitchen. The soft moan from her son drew her up short, but she refused to look. He was a nasty man. Wanking like that. Oh, yes. She knew what he was doing all right. He had that tool of his out, stroking... Once again fighting back the sensations that were coursing through her body, she swallowed deeply and hurried past. He might burn in hell for it, but she refused to tag along.

"Mother?"

The sound of Brian's voice, husky and low, sent a tingle straight to her cunny. She wouldn't answer. She would ignore him. Pursing her lips tightly, as if that would help, she opened the refrigerator and began taking out the fixings for their Sunday dinner.

"Don't pay him any mind," she chastised herself as she slammed the roast on the counter.

"He's wicked. Wicked!" she mumbled under her breath as she took a roasting pan out and banged it onto the counter beside the meat with a clang.

"He will not get his way. He... will... not!" Elaine wiggled her hips to loosen the gusset of her knickers where it had become wedged in the wetness between her legs. She would not give in. She would not!

"Mother? I called you."

She almost jumped right out of her skin. Brian was no longer in the living room, he was standing right behind her! Sweet heavens, she prayed. Let him have finished. Please, Lord. Let him have done the deed and finished.

"Can't you see I'm making dinner?" she snapped. "Go away and read the paper or put on the telly. Go."

 

[bangerog]

She turned to face him.

OH MY GOD!! He definitely hadn't finished. He was standing there holding himself, with the foreskin drawn fully back exposing the swollen mushroom. As she looked at his rigid rod he squeezed it and a copious amount of the transparent pre-cum juicee flowed.

She felt the juices starting to flow within her once again. Flow? It was a flood, soaking her already wet gusset even more.

He is sssooooo haaaarrrd!! SSSSOOOOOOO stiff!!!" Elaine thought. " Father Ralph ad said it was only natural for a truly loving mother to-----. NO!! She could, she MUST resist this nasty evil perverted man that was her son."

He let go of himself and took a step forward, trapping her against the table. Taking her hands in his he moved them upwards and adjusting her fingers, placed them onto the top button of her dress.

"You know what I want mother!"

"Pleeease" Elaine pleaded. We mustn't!! Don't make me do this."

She looked into his eyes, and in the depths she saw both the deep love that he had for her, but also the steel resolve that told her that he was going to have his way with her.

"DO IT MOTHER" he commanded, but in truth she had already undone two of the butons. It was not her fault now. Father Ralph had said it was her filthy dirty handsome son's.

He had taken a step back and was stroking himself,slowly, watching her, as one by one she unbuttoned the buttons, all the way down to the belt at her waist,feelingboth her nipples and her pleasure pea coming to a stiffness which matched his for strenght if not for size, glad that she was wearing her front fastening bra. She teased him for an instant before undoing that and baring her breasts to him, revelling in his hiss of pleasure.

He came to her quickly then, kissing her, and trying to force his tongue into her mouth.

NASTY EVIL BOY!!!

She moved her head from side to side, resisting his advance, but was fully aware if the heat of his rigidity against her thigh through the material of her skirt. At last she freed her lips from his.

"Pleeeeeease! Pleeeeaaase!! Brian! DON'T!! We mustn't do this . IT'S WRONG!!!"

"You know you want it, mother. Let me love you."

"I DON'T! Stop it!! NOW!!!"

His only response was to lift her skirt, and slide his hand over her stockings, and tickling her thighs with his fingertips as he went higher and higher, he finally made the juction and tried to force them into that most secret of places.

When he was not successful, he applied minimal pressure, to the inside of one thigh with the back of his hand.

That was all that Elaine needed.

"He is forcing my legs open." she rationalised as she spread wide for him.

"Pleeeeeaase. Don't. We shouldn't"

The change from the imperative "Mustn't" to the conditional was not lost on Brian and, quick as a flash, his fingers were inside her panties grooving between the labia for lubrication before starting to slowly massage the swollen nubbin at the top.

He kissed her again. This time, as he thrust his tongue in, her teeth parted and they played cat and mouse with eachother from one mouth to the other as all lovers do.

Elaine was still confused, trying to come to a resolution of the conflict of opposing needs of mind and body. Even though he was "MAKING" her do these things she must resist She must not give in to his filthy perverted needs------------

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Elaine rocked against Brian's hand, her bare breasts pressed against his shirt-covered chest as he kissed her. Of course it was his wickedness that made her feel this way. None of this was her own doing.

She could feel a snail trail of precum spreading across her thigh as he pressed against her. It was the nastiness seeping out of him, she knew. Father Ralph had told her. A priest would know these things after all.

"Touch me," her son commanded as he briefly broke away from their kiss. "Feel how much I want you."

"No!" She struggled futilely, barely hearing his voice as his diligent fingers worked their magic over her distended clit. No matter how she tried to deny it, it felt so... "No... " She refused to let herself be taken like this. But Elaine's son had other plans. He always had other plans.

Pinning her body to the table, Brian grabbed her wrist and forced her hand downward until her fingers touched then wrapped around his girth. Elaine shuddered when she felt him throb at her touch. Remembering that he'd told her how painful it was not to have relief, she began to slowly stroke him. What kind of mother would she be if she didn't help her son?

He was humping in rhythm to the motion of her hand, much as her body was reacting to his fingers. Try as she might, Elaine was unable to staunch the sensation that kept steadily growing between her legs. She knew he would empty his seed soon -- perhaps they could leave it at this. Perhaps...

Elaine's eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened as Brian's mouth moved away from her mouth. Downward to her throat and lower, he caught up one diamond hard nipple between his lips, nipping and nuzzling and finally suckling it. It was too much. Even a saint would not be able to resist, Elaine assured herself as she felt the barrier break with this final, fateful ploy of his.

As she felt her body stiffen and begin to convulse against her son's hand and fingers, Elaine felt herself drowning in the spasms of the first orgasm she'd had in a very long time. Perhaps now he would leave her be. Perhaps...

She cried out with the bittersweet anguish of it all as Brian suddenly shifted himself, using his leg to spread her open even further. No! Dear, Jesus... No! Her silent protests went unspoken as she felt her son press his swollen shaft into her cleft in search of forbidden succor.

Elaine groaned gutterally when she felt her son's bulbous, purple-helmeted erection finally begin to slip into her. Spreading her. Filling her. Burying his cock balls deep in her cunny with one forceful thrust. She felt her vagina stretch and then mold itself to fit him perfectly.

"Brian!" she cried out, wrapping her legs around him to pull him closer, deeper -- the entire time telling herself that it was his fault as well as it was her duty.

 

[bangerog]

Brian felt the pressure of her legs together with soft wet grip of her vaginal muscles holding him deep inside. He wanted to make love to her, but looking at her face, which although filled with lust, was lying to one side with her eyes closed, so that she did not have to look at him, he knew that she was still under the spell of Father Ralph, and not giving herself to him willingly, even though she obviously wanted him so. He wanted her mind as well as her body.

Therefore, close as he was to climax, he reached round to her nylon covered knees and pushed her legs apart, stepping back slightly as he did so and withdrawing his throbbing penis from its sheath.

Her face turned to him then, her eyes opening and they pleaded with him as she moaned

"Plleeease don't, Brian. Put it back in.""

"Put what back in?"

"Plleeeeeaase do it Brian!"

He moved forward slightly and grabbing his rigidity,placed the tip against her clit and started to gently massage it.

"Do what mother? You have to tell me what you want"

He saw the struggle in her face. She knew what he wanted, but if she gave him that, she would be admitting to herself that it was not his dominance that made her the way she was, but her own need to have him love her. She made another effort to avoid the issue.

"Pleeeeease" came her plaintive cry, and when he did not move "Don't tease me like this. Put it back in me."

"Put what back in, mother? You must tell me what you want."

Elaine had fought the battle and it had been lost.

It was said in avoice barely more than a whisper she said with heightened longing

"Your cock."

"What did you say mother? I can't here what you said."

Stepipng forward slightly, he took his stiff stalk in his hand, and pressed the tip of the purple mushroom of it lightly against her swollen nubbin, moving it round, and round and up and down, in a gentle caress, driing her into a lustful frenzy.

This was the straw whic broke the camel's back. The self deception was finished. No longer would Elaine excuse her needs. She wanted him.

"YOUR COCK." she half moaned and screamed.

The use of this "naughty" word reminded her of when she was a girl, and just as then, she felt the thrill of being so " naughty".
Was it her son's cock or the added thrill of that word that seemed to cause a sinking feeling, and a spasm in her womb and vagina , as her arousal intensified; if that were possible.

Then his cock was gone again.

"Where do you want it. You know you have to tell me!! "

She looked into his eyes, and saw ther, not only dertermination, but a tender warmth, which became her final undoing. She loved him so, and now once again, they were playingthe sort of game that they had played when they were younger.

"PUT THAT LOVELY HARD COCK IN MY PUSSY!!" she gasped.

"In where?"

"IN MY CUNT."

Once again her excitement seemed to intensify at the use of the word forbidden in polite society.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do mother!!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"I want you to fuck me!" Elaine blurted out, the bittersweet agony of her desire overrriding all thoughts except for one -- and that was making love with her son.

She moaned aloud when she felt Brian rub his cockhead through the slick wetness of her. Up and down. Teasing. Watching her face as she watched his. Elaine arched her hips to meet him as he positioned himself and began to enter the place where he, more than any other belonged. The place where he had passed through to be born. The place that was his, and his alone.

"Ohhhhh!" She cried out her joy as her son thrust forward, filling her deeply. "Fuck me now!"

Elaine wrapped her legs around Brian's waist, her fingernails clawing at his back. She felt her cunt stretch to fit him and then mold itself to the shape of his cock. Elaine cried groaned with the sensation of it as she writhed beneath her son's weight.

She wanted him deep and hard. She wanted to cum for him -- with him. To show him her passion and desire. She wanted to see the love in his eyes that was mirrored in hers. She wanted to feel him empty his hot seed deep inside her. It had been too long... far too long.

"Yes!" Elaine urged her son as they found their rhythm. "Like this. Just... like... this... "

 

[bangerog]

Brian, as he adjusted his rythm to that of his mother, felt no sense of triumph, but rather relief that at last she was responding as she used to, and at last seemed to be rejecting the influence of Father Ralph.

No longer was she lying there with her head to one side, not looking at him, as he did as he wished, excited but trying to suppress her need, and in looking him in the face showing the conflict between her lust and the self loathing that she felt because she could not control her true feelings. She had known that once he entered she would have to have relief, whether he finished before she climaxed, in which case she would go to her room and masturbate at the first opportunity and give herself over to the visions of her lovely handsome son and his hard throbbing cock, while fingering herself to climax, or came before he had done.

Now as his mother looked directly at him, Brian saw, not the suppressed feelings, that had accompanied her lust but the true excitement, tenderness and love that she felt for him.

He moved up her body slightly, adjusting his position so that, with each thrust, the lenth of his stiff stalk rubbed her swollen clit.

"Oooooh!!!" Elaine moaned "That's it!!! Give it to me my lovely handsome boy. Let me have that lovely big stiffy!!! DO IT!!! BRING ME!!!! MAKE MUMMY SPEND!!!"

Brian felt the pressure beginning to build in his swollen balls.

"I am going to shoot mother."

"OH NO!! Not yet, Brian. Pleeeease not yet! Not this time. I am not there yet."

Reaching round behind him he took hold of her legs and separated them so th at he could step back, withdrawing from her and the soft wet sheath that was stimulating his prick so, glancing down to see it throbbing, hard, and glistening with her copious juicing

As he did so his mind went back to that time, oh, so many years ago and Elaine sitting on his bed, the bedclothes drawn back, and his pijamas undone, stroking him rapidly. Just as he was about to cum she stopped, pulling the foreskin back squeezing the transparent pre-cum out.

'Pleeease Mummy, don't stop now!!'

' You have to learn to control yourself and I am going to teach you to. '

She started to rub him again, slowly t first and then faster and faster until he was in the verge of climax gain and moaning. Then again she stopped.

Four more times she repeated the process, each time with him pleading with her to bring him off but to no avail.

'You have to learn. You are not to shoot until Mummy says.'

Three more times she repeated the teasing process and the taking her panties in her hand, wrapeed them round his throbbing organ so that it was completely enveloped in them.

'We don't want all that naughtiness coming out and making a mess. Do we?'

So saying she started to rub the lacey material on his throbbing glans with her thumb, before taking him in her hand wrapped in the soft material and stroking him fast. He was almost there, when again she stopped.

'Good boy! Not 'til I say.'

Then she started to just squeeze the shaft, but he was so excited that the slight friction caused by the material on his horny helmet caused him to thrust his cock into an out of her panties.

'YES!! GO ON! YOU CAN NOW! MUMMY SAYS!!!'

With one final thrust he felt the big tickle at the tip pf his prick, and he was shooting into her knickers. She started to rub him with her panties rapidly, adding to the feeling of pleasure.

'That's it, let all that naughty spunk come out. Shoot for me. Spunk for Mummy!!'

Time after time his penis twitched shooting graet gobs of seminal fluid into the pale blue material staining it, in the most intense climax that he had ever felt at that time.

Now he was glad of those lessons so many years ago.

Looking down between the parted legs, hanging over the table he could see the parted labia, and her vaginal otifice dribbling her loejuice profusely. Stroking her thighs, he approached her sex centre and, taking his middle three fingers, reamed the entrance to her gaping maw, causing her to thrust upwards, in an attempt to force them into her. Gently he enterd her with them, and, again gently at first , statred to finger fuck her rapidly, hearing her gasp in pleasure.

As he took first one nipple then the other in his mouth sucking, nibbling and biting them gently, his fingers became more urgent and btutal, but her acceptance was manifest in her upward thrusts to meet the probing digits.

Her hand encircled his potent prong squeezing it, before she tickled his swollen balls with her fingertips, before returnung to hold him and squeeze without movement, keeping him well below the boil.

She began to moan, and lifting his head from her breast he kissed her passionately feeling her return love as their tongues danced together. He moved his lips to her ear, nibbling at the lobe, before whispering into it urgently

'Tell me when Mother'

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Elaine had meant to resist, struggling to conjure Father Ralph's words in her mind. His gentle but insistent reassurances that it had all been her son's doing. That it had all been Brian's wickedness, his obscene need for release at any cost. But the look in his eyes, the loving passion of his kiss, his willingness to please her spoke otherwise.

She stroked his manhood as he thrust his fingers in and out of her quim, bringing her closer... closer... He knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed. In truth, Brian was the only man who had ever known. He knew where to touch and when, how hard or soft to press. How foolish had she been to deny him based on the words of someone who had never known the pleasures of the flesh?

"Ohh, yess... " she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire as her hips bucked up to meet each thrust of her son's fingers buried deep within her. Her body shook with the intensity of her need, and she marvelled at the loving, patient look on Brian's face as he waited, setting aside his own urgency in favor of hers.

Soon. It would be soon. And fingers were not what she needed to take her to climax. It was upon her before she realized, but her son knew. He always knew.

"Now, Brian. Put your cock in mummy's cunt! Spend!" she impelled him, but he was already there. The swollen purple head of his cock was at her entrance and he was pushing.

Elaine cried out as her son filled her with one powerful thrust, sending her over the edge. Her body shook helplessly beneath him, the spasms of her cunny rippling over his cock as he drove into her over and over again. "Cum for mummy, dear boy!" she urged him, knowing that he would not be far behind. "I love you so!"

 

[bangerog]

Although Brian as almost on the verge of climax, he also knew that this was a critical moment in his relationship with his Mother, and, wanting to make this an experience that she would desire to repeat , withdrew his hard horn, ignoring her pleas for him to cum for her.

In some ways, she as beig hoist by her own petard, because it was she who had taght him to contol his urge to ejaculate, all those years ago.

As he moved his lips, first to one breast then the other, sucking nibbling,and gently plucking at the nipple with his teeth, prior to tongueing his way down over her stomach, then, lifting her legs over his shoulders baring her dripping cunnie to his gaze and tongue, his thoughts went back to the lessons so many years ago, when, after having made him servive her orally, he would me lying there bathed, as now, in the bitter sweet smell of her liquid spendings, as ahe gently masturbated him.

Time after tim she would bring him to the verge of climax, sometimes pistonning her hand up and down rapidly, sometimes gently scratching the swwollen helmet with her fingers until he would plead with her to give him release.

"No!!! Youmust leaern self control!! You must not cum until Mummy says!!" as she held his cock in her static hand, squeezing it, with the foreskin pulled right back so that the glans was copiously covered with semi transparent pre-cum fluid. She wouldresist all his atepts to fuck he fist and let the tension subside slightly before continuing her teasing administrations.

" Such a naughty boy. SO FULL OF NAUGHTINESS!! You know Mummy does this because she wants all that naughtiness OUT!

Her hand moving up and down rapidlyy.

"Are nearly there?"

"OOOooooh!! Yesssss mummy"

"Go on then! Cum for me! cum for Mummy! you can cum now because Mummy says. Come on Let me see you spunk!!"

Then as as his cock began to spit

"OOOHHHH WHAT A NAUGHTY PENIS!! AL THAT SPUNK!! ALL THAT NAUGHTINESS COMING OUT!!! YOU RUDE BOY"

His come juiceflew all over the place as she berated him for being such a dirty boy and making such a mess and then it was allover and she kissed him as his cock went soft.

"Now you are my good little boy again."

As to the present he lowered his face to her pussy and started to lap, revelling in the taste and aroma of her. At first she tried to deny him oral access to her most secret place, the insidious titillation, of his tonggue, as it licked the length of her quim in one instant, and probing the vaginal entrance the next, soon had her reaching down with her hands to gued his mouth to her clit. He began flicking his tongue round and round, and back oand forth on the erect little pea, feeling her response in the altarnate flexing and relaxation of her thighs round his head.

"OH that's it! Good boy!! You always were the best pussy licker I ever had."

Her heels werere moving banck and forth on his back, at times beating on it asif it were a drum. Slowly he slid, first two, then three, then four fingers into the cuntal entrance,before letting his thumb join them, and started to gently, but rapudly fucking her with them, not deeply. but a knuckle and a half. Feeling the respon inher body and hearing the vocal response and sensing the increased frequency and depyh of her breathing. He wanted to make her climax again now, and then once more as he finally spilt his seed into her.

For her part Elaine's mind was in a turmoil.--------

 

[Maid of Marvels]

He was such an evil boy, seducing his own mother into the depths of his depravity. She should resist. Father Ralph had said... he had said... It wasn't her fault that he was so randy. Wasn't. It was her duty to please her child, but still it was wrong. Wrong. How could that be? Pleasing him meant... When had he taken the upper hand in this? Was that her fault? For denying him? Was she being selfish?

Elaine tried to equivocate her emotions, rationalize her thoughts, but it was no use as she writhed against Brian's mouth. Close, ever so close to orgasm, she needed release. Wanted it. Clutching at her son's head, she pulled him closer, urging him to lick harder, pump his fingers faster.

"Ohhhh... yessss... lick me!"

Brian knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed. It was no different than his own prurient passion, but he wanted her to tell him. Needed her to tell him. Cum, Mother, he urged her silently, his tongue and fingers wheedling, coaxing, demanding...

Unable to hold back, Elaine's entire body tensed, her thighs tightening around her son's head as she finally let go. Shivering, convulsing, she gasped, crying out wantonly, nearly screaming as she bucked wildly, lost in the red-hot haze of her passion.

"Now give me that lovely hard cock!" she rasped hoarsely. "Please!"

 

[bangerog]

As his mother writhed in climax, Brian, slid his hand from her spasming vagina and burying his face even deeper in her pussy, avidly sucked the bitter-sweet juices out of her, revelling in the aromatic flood which was now soaking his nose lips and chin.

He felt her legs relax as she reached down, trying to push his head away, demanding that he give that hard rod of throbbing flesh that she now needed so much.

"Please Brian! give it to me . Fuck me !!" she half pleaded and half ordered, spreading her legs wide in submission, trying to force his face away. However he had other ideas. He wanted her to take him, not he her.

Reaching up and holding her thighs tightly in his arms, he busied his tongue and lips on the swollen labbiae, and rollig his tongue used it as a small penis, trusting back and forth into the vaginal orifice. Elaine, resisted him at first, but the pleasure that his administrations were causing, soon had her legs tightenning round the source, drawing him harder to her. Her hips started to respond rythmically as she tried to stimulate the pleasure button on his face.

She had not been in this position for years. When she was horny she masturbated, obtained relief, and that was that. Just one single climax. Now her beautiful son was bringer her up again. The pleasurable tingle between her legs was intensifying, and she was having to take deep gulps of air.

Brian could hear her moaning, and pleading with him not to stop, urging him to make her spend again. A quick trip around her swollen clit with his tongue, and she would be reaady for him to put the next part of his plan into operation. He knew the she wanted him, at this instant, not as a son, but as a lover. However he was determined that he would not be the one to initiate the final penetration. He did not want her, once again, to say that he had made her do the things that she so obviously enjoyed. He did not want her to have any excuse to assuage her guilt, but rather to accept the physical manifestation of their love for each other.

He started to tittlate her clit with quick flicks and teasing sucks, until once again her hands came down to his head, caressing it lovingly as she guided him to give her most pleasure.

"Ooooh!!!! Don't stop!!! that's it bring me!!! Good boy!! Mommy's going to spend soon."

The last words were all he needed. Suddenly he removed his arms from her thighs, forced her legs apart and stood up.

"That's it. Dick me!!" me she cried, trying to reach for his potent prong, and giving a cry of disappointment and frustration as he moved away from her. He went to the end of the table, selected a dining cair, moved so that he was in front of her, but four feet or so away, and sat down.

She lifted herself on her elbows and lay there on the table, looking at him, as he took his prick in his hand, pulled the foreskin back exposing the swollen reddish purple tip, and squeezed. The copious transparent pre-cum juices were enough to make Elaine pleadwith him again.

"Please Brian. I want you in me!! I want your cream deep up me!! I want you to cum in my cunt.!!"

In reply, Brian began to slowly stroke himself, causing Elaine to start to panic.

"No!! Stop that!! you mustn't cum!! I want your spunk in me!!"

His response was to once again expose the swollen glans, which to her lustful gaze seemed to be pulsating now. Her hand strayed towards her pussy, but she knew that she would not be satisfied with bringing herself off. It was also dawning on her what he wanted her to do, and that if she did as he wished, that their relationship would be changed for ever. She could hear Father Ralph telling her that it was her duty. However if she did as her son wished, it would be her desires which were being assuaged. Not his---but hers!!

As she looked at his swollen balls, so full of what she needed so badly he said softly:-

"It is here if you want it mother.."

There eyes made contact, his determined, hers pleading,and her next words came in almost a whisper.

"Pleeeease Brian, Mommy,s feeling naughty. You can be verry very naughty if you want. Do any naughty thing to her. Please!!"

He started to stroke himself again, oh so slowly.

"Ii is stiill here mother"

Oh God!! If she didn't do something soon he would shoot and---------.

Panicking, Elaine pushed herself of the table, all her resolve overcome by her primeval need for sexual satisfaction. Standing before her son she put her hands on the backof the chair either side of his head, letting her breast dangle in his face irresistibly, resulting in him taking it in his mouth to suckle, and her feeling added stimulation to the erect nipple.

"Suck it. Ooooh My baby!! My lovely big hard boy!!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Elaine was beside herself. Father Ralph's voice whispering that it was her duty to please her son, her own inner voice saying just the opposite. Well, if she was going to be truthful about it, that is. It was always easier to call Brian a nasty boy than to call herself a nasty woman. But that was the thing, wasn't it?

If she gave in now, she would lose control. If she didn't... Well, it was obvious what would happen. Even as he suckled at her breast, she could feel his hand moving, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh as he stroked.

"You must," she whispered. "You must put your lovely hard cock in me. Make mommy spend."

"No, mother," Brian replied sternly, letting her breast slip from his mouth. "You can have it... if you want it."

Elaine mewled plaintively, knowing that she did. Oh, how she did.

Placing one hand on her son's shoulder, Elaine took a deep breath and reached between them, replacing Brian's hand with her own, shaking as she ran the swollen helmet of his cock between the folds of her slick cleft. Half expecting him to push upward, she soon realized that he would not. If they were to do this, she was going to have to take him. Assuage her own lustful desires.

He barely breathed the words again. "If you want it... "

"I... want." Guiding him to her entrance and slowly lowering her body, Elaine groaned gutterally as her inner walls spread to fit his swollen sex and molded itself around him as she settled on his lap, his cock completely engulfed within her hot, needy cunt.

The triumphant look in her eyes as she stared into Brian's was quickly extinguished as she saw that he was not going to help; her penurious "Please" falling on deaf ears. He was right. It was there if she wanted. Heaven help her...

With both hands on Brian's shoulders, Elaine began to rise and fall on his cock, her cunny grasping, swallowing his cock as she rode it. Wildly. Wantonly. Without shame. Ravenous for his seed. Desperate for her own orgasm. It was difficult not to slip back into the same pattern that they had followed for years, but she knew now what he wanted...

She gasped, her words punctuated by downward thrusts on his rampant erection. "So big. So hard. So ready... " For the first time in their lives, she would allow him to come first, knowing she would follow right behind.

 

[bangerog]

Brian

Brian, looking at his mother's face as she moved herself up and down on his stiff stalk, knew that at long last he had what he had desired for so long. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth hung wide open as she took in great gulps of air. He sensed that finally she was giving into her own sensuality, without excuse: no longer blaming him for taking her, if not by force, as such, or him making her do things that she did not want. Now she was admitting that she had desires of her own.

He was close to climax, but, putting his hands on her butocks, lifted hher up, holding her there, with only the tip of his swollen helmet in the entrance to her pussy.

She was moaning, and he knew that she too was close to climax.

"Do it like you did the first time. Pleeease mother" he whispered urgently.

For an instant Elaine didn't understand, but suddenly her mind went back all those years before, to where she had taken his virginity. She had teased him into "naughtiness" as he lay on his bed, and as she punished him by "shaming" him, letting him be busy with his tongue as she straddled his face as it lay on the pillow, had been overcome by the desire to take him inside her. Moving her body down she had teased even further, she had taken his hard horn in her hand, pulled the foreskin back and lowered herself on him, so that only the horny helmet was in her, working herself back and forth on it, bringing almost to spends before removing herself so that he could cool down a bit.

She wanted him deep inside her now, but most of all she wanted him to cream for her. Giving a moan of frustration she lifted herself, lettting him free, feeling his hand reaching down to pull the loose skin back, and then he was placing it to the entrance of her gushing gash again.

Lowering herself so that she had her vaginal entrance just below that most sensitive ridge, she stated to jig herself, rapidly, up and down on the horny helmet, using the entrance to her pulsating pussy as toothless mouth, stimulating him beyond belief.

Brian's balls were acheing with the frustration of keeping himself in check, and what she was doing to him now, was bringing him to the edge. he gave a loud moan, feeling the seed start on its short journey.

"It is starting Mummy!!" he gasped.

"Go on then!!" she almost screamed "Cum for me!! Cum for Mummy""

It only took a couple more of those minimal movements of her hips!!

"YOOWWWWWOOOOOOOOOUUUGH. MUMMY!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT!!!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Elaine gripped her son's shoulders, slamming down hard on his cock as it erupted, filling her with his hot seed and taking her over the edge with him. Their mutual orgasms shook them to the core, leaving them limp and trembling in each other's arms.

"Oooooh," she finally managed. "That was so... Mummy needed that so badly." Squeezing her cunny around his flagging sex, Elaine looked into Brian's eyes as he shivered, pulling her closer.

Yes, she realized. In this one act, their relationship had changed. Her son wouldn't accept the blame any longer for her desires. As for herself, in many ways she didn't mind. In others... Well, only time would tell.

"I do love you, Brian. No matter what you might think. But now mummy needs to clean up a bit." She looked down at her dishevelled clothing and blushed. "Perhaps after dinner... "

 

[bangerog]

Brian gave an inner smile to himself, at his mother's innate modesty as she fastened her bra and buttoned her dress, prior to going upstairs to take a shower. He hoped that she would also change. The house dress into which she had changed, after returning from church was shapeless, and did nothing to enhance,what, to him, was an outstanding, if rather mature, (but only slightly so) figure.

When she had left, he too adjusted his clothing, which brought another inner smile, because he only had to walk to the downstairs washroom, where he cleaned himself as best he could. However, not before having a good long sniff and suck on the fingers that, so soon previously, had been working inside his mother.

When she came down, she seemed completely different, as if she had shed about ten years. She was glowing,and had dressed in a pleated black skirt that reached barely to her knee, and a square necked white blouse that did nothing to hide her cleavage--------- clothes that he knew that she had not worn since before her illness.

She soon had dinner prepared, and as she laid the table and served him, she was touching him, with gentle caresses of his hands, head and face, giving hope that at last she had changed. A hope that was reinforced when, as they drank coffee afterwards she mentioned, almost as if in passing that he could come home if he wanted to.

This put him in a quandary. He wasn't sure that he wanted to, now!! She had admitted her own desires, for the moment, but would she mercurially change later on? Or would she want dominate him as she gad done when he was younger? He didn't know. All he knew was that he enjoyed the games when they re-enacted those first explorations of their forbidden love, but he wanted now to be accepted as an equal partner.

He offered to help Elaine with the washing up, after they had cleared the table, but caressing his face gently, she declined his offer, telling him to finish reading his paper. This he tried to do, but his concentration was broken as he pondered what answer he could give her. He didn't want to hurt her. However if he did return it would have to be to mutually acceptable agreement.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Elaine had noticed the hesitation in Brian's eyes when she asked him to come home to live. That he hadn't answered, spoke volumes. Surely she had shown that she loved him, that she wanted him? Was there something else that her son expected? The thought gave her pause as she cleaned up the dinner dishes.

When she joined him in the parlor a half hour later, Elaine stopped in the doorway to look at him. The dear boy had fallen asleep. He was her shining joy and he had done everything she'd told him to without question over the years... Until today. But whatever had happened to make it different still eluded her.

Not wanting to disturb him, she eased herself into a chair opposite as she considered once again the implications of what Brian wanted and expected from her now. That he had held back until she acquiesced was deliciously naughty of him. He always had been... naughty. After all...

Elaine's hands smoothed over her skirt as she reminisced, her fingers easing the hem slowly upward as her hips began to rock involuntarily. Mmm... yes... very naughty, she thought as her hands caressed the silk of her stockings. It was his naughtiness that aroused her so.

She began to rationalize once again as her fingers slid over the gusset of her knickers, rubbing, pressing... She should wake him to show him just how his naughtiness affected her. What he caused her to do. Elaine sighed as her finger caressed her nubbin, now poking up against its silken covering, demanding attention it would not be denied.

No, she reconsidered. Brian had been right. She was the one who wanted, who made him do those things. Oh, and that was lovely, too. Was that what he wanted? For her to always say it first? She could do, she supposed. She could...

"Brian," Elaine whispered softly, pulling aside her panties to better reach her sex. "Mummy needs you. Mummy... "

 

[bangerog]

Brian, half asleep, heard his name being called and, as his eyes half opened, thought he must still be asleep and dreaming.

There, sittting opposite him was his mother, with her legs spread wide, her skirt puleed to the top of her thighs, her pantie gusset pulled to one side, lewdly fingering herself. Was this the mother he knew? Had she at last aquiesced to her own sensuality? Or was she trying to asser her own dominance in their relationship?

"As he became fully awake, in an almost Pavlovian reflex, his hand went into his pocket, and he began to fondle his hardeneing flesh,as he had that first time, all those years ago.

In a final effort not to succumb to his mother's blandishments, he looked away, but she was not to be denied.

"Look what Mummy's got for you!" she whispered seductively " Mummy knows what Brian likes. Looking up Mummy's skirt!"

Despite his reservations he was unable to stop heis eyes returning to rest beteween her thighs. Her eyes were fixed in the front of his trousers where there was obvious movement as he fondled himself into full erection, and in the silence of the room he was aware that her breathing was shallow and rapid, and could almost imagine that he could hear rhe rapid beat of her heart.

I a final attemptto wrest the initiative from her, he demanded that she slip her panties off, expecting a refusal. However, with what appeared to be eagerness, elaine lifted her buttocks from the chair, and closing her legs quickly slid them over thighs stockings and ankles, dropping them on the floor in a heap. Then spreading her thighs ahe reached down with both hands, pulling on each side of the vulva, and bared her glistening pussy to his eager gaze.

There was excitement i Elaine's voice as she told him what a dirty boy he was doing "naughties" in his pocket, demand ing that he show her how naughty he was. Without taking his eyes off the display before him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping , he did as she had a short time before, lifted his hips and pushed his trousers and shorts, down to hos ankles, before leaning back so that his hard horn rested against his stomach.

"Oh you rude boy!! Looking at mummy and doing that!! What do rude boys have to do for mothers?"

She was playing the game!! He took hold off himself and started to masturbate slowly as he answered:-

"Apologise."

"Well then?"

As always he felt excitement as lifting himself from the chair he moved to her and kneeling before her, felt her pull his face to her fragrant pussy. Now was his chance, he could do things with her that she had never done with him before.