mother son roleplay

[RoadRunner3452]

Charlie's Mom

This is a closed thread for now, but we will need someone to play Donna later in the role



I'm looking for a nice ladie to play a mom of a friend of mine who I stay at his house for the summer.

 

[patford31769]

I could be comfortable as the mom seducing the son's college friend who's visiting for the summer. Maybe getting it on with my son's hot and slutty girlfriend, too. But not mother-and-son sex. That's gross, and I think against Literotica rules?

Let me know if you want me to play any of two scenarios I mentioned (with son's hunk friend and/or with son's girlfriend). Otherwise, I'll bow out and let someone else play.

Aloha from Patty

 

[nightray]

incest is not agenst Lit ruls aslong as the son is over eaghtteen.

 

[RoadRunner3452]

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Are you still interested patford?

 

[patford31769]

Alexandria

My 18-year-old son, Charlie, had been away at an out-of-state University for months. He had been home for a little more than a week between Christmas and New Year's, but most of that he had spent with his long-time girlfriend Donna, who lives just two blocks down the street from my house. So other than that, and lots of letters and phone calls, I hadn't seen my son since he went away last September. Now here it was June, and at long last my son would be mine for the entire summer.

I had met Charlie's father when I was 18, and after a whirlwind romance, we had quickly gotten married, and I got pregnant on our wedding night. Now not quite 37, I still look super hot, even if I do say so myself (lots of guys have told me so, too!).

I had been VERY lonely since my divorce three years ago, and often cried myself to sleep. Oh, sure, I had dated a little now and then since the divorce, and lots of guys were attracted by my cute face and still-shapely body, but few men want to get close to a divorced woman with a teenage son, no matter how good she looks. So Charlie had been my greatest joy and biggest comfort in life, since his father and I had split when Charlie was 15.

So I had been a little disappointed when Charlie called and told me he was bringing his college buddy, Jack, home with for the summer. Because it would mean having to share my son, not having him all to myself, even now. "Jack's parents are away in Europe for the summer," Charlie explained. "He has nowhere else to go."

"Well, OK," I had reluctantly agreed. "You know your friends are always welcome here. But I HAD hoped that we could spend the summer getting re-acquainted as mother and son, after all these months apart!"

"Thank, mom! You're the BEST!" And with that Charlie had hung up.

And now a taxi pulled-up in our long suburban driveway, and Charlie got out and hugged me.

Then Jack stepped out of the cab. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex in over a year, or maybe it was those tight white tennis shorts Jack was wearing, but I felt like one of those cartoon characters. You know the type, where the eyes bug a mile out of the character's head, and the tongue hangs down to the floor at the sight of an amazingly beautiful member of the opposite sex.

Charlie couldn't wait to go visit his girlfriend Donna, which was certainly understandable, a teenager's raging hormones eager to see the shapely blonde cheerleader he hadn't seen in half a year. Then I realized that even if he hadn't brought Jack home, I probably wouldn't have seen much of my son this summer anyway, what with Donna living just two blocks down the street.

So right after dinner his very first night back home, Charlie rushed off to Donna's house, leaving me home all alone with his VERY hunky friend Jack.

It was a warm, sultry summer night, with a full moon and lots of bright stars filling the sky. So partly to relax, partly to daydream about my son's absolutely delicious college friend, and partly in hopes of seducing Jack, I changed into my absolutely skimpiest bikini. Then making sure to splash as loudly as possible, I dove into our backyard swimming pool.

Sure enough, I saw the curtain of the second-floor guest bedroom pull back slightly, as Jack peered out the window to watch me swimming. Then the curtain closed, and Jack vanished.

After swimming a few laps, I got out of the pool, lay face down on a lounge chair, closed my eyes, and relaxed. I didn't even hear Jack apoproach, until he was standing right beside my lounge chair and spoke.

"Good evening, Mrs. Winston," Jack greeted me cheerily.

I turned over, face up, and opened my eyes. "Call me Alexandria," I smiled.

Jack was wearing only an itsy-bitsy, shimmering blue Speedo, which looked DAMNED good on his firm, toned young body. And I boldly told him so now.

"You look pretty damned good in that bikini yourself, Alexandria!" he smiled so charmingly at me. He reached for my hand, which I freely offered up to him. Jack gently tugged me up off my lounge chair. Then, standing at the edge of the pool, holding hands like giggly high-schoolers, we both dove ino the pool together. When we surfaced, we stood up in the pool, wrapped our arms around each other, and gently, sweet kissed, as if it was the most normal and natural thing in the world for us to do now, only a couple of hours after first meeting each other.

"Pleased to meet you, Aleandria," Jack giggled between soft, sweet, gentle mouth kisses. Not aggressive, no tongue, just lots and lots and LOTS of warm and sweet and wonderful and friendly and loving kisses.

"Not as pleased as I am to meet YOU, Jack!" I giggled, and kissed him back just as sweetly and gently and repeatedly.

"Even if my son spends every minute with his girlfriend Donna this summer, as I suspect he will," I thought to myself now, "I have the feeling that I will STILL be in for a terrific summer that I will never forget!"

 

[RoadRunner3452]

Jack

OC: Sorry it's not as long as yours


This is going to be one hot summer. I don't know how it happened but one minute I was dry, talking to her by the pool side, then next we were in each others arms kissing and giggling. Purely innocent for now...




I pull away from her embrace, pushing off I swim into the deep end. I look over at her smiling, diving down to the bottom, I look up to see her swimming at the surface, swimming under her, I push off the bottom of the pool and grab you by the waist pulling you under, coming up seconds later held tightly against my chest, I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest her hard nipples poking through the thin martial pricking my chest, I press my lips to hers kissing her in the same fashion as before, not wanting to over step my bounds.




"I have a feeling I'm not going to see much of Charlie this summer, all he talked about at school was Donna." I smile at her. "I think you and I are going to have a lot of alone time this summer," my hand moves down her back to cup her round firm ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before pressing my lips to hers.

 

[patford31769]

Alexandria Winston

One part of me was screaming to myself, "What the hell are you DOING, Alexandria. You're practically old enough to be Jack's mother! Come to think of it, you DO have a son the same age as Jack, 18!"

But another part of me just wanted to enjoy the slow, languid, soulful kiss in Jack's arms, for however long I could. And THAT part of me was winning out now!

As we kissed, I removed my hands from around Jack's waist, to reach behind me and tug loose the tight, confining string of my bikini top. I don't like constricting clothing of ANY kind, and I am very comfortable in my own nudity, much to my son Charlie's frequent embarrassment. But Jack and I were pressed so tightly up against each other, that my top didn't even drop down!

I pulled away just long enough to flash Jack a quick glimpse of my full, round, mature breasts. My top fell off onto the top of the water in front of him, and he scooped up my bikini top and inhaled deeply.

Then, giggling, I quickly swam off in a powerful side-stroke across the pool, only a tiny triangle of bikini bottom covering my still-curvy 37-year-old body now. When I got to the far end of the pool, I turned around and swam the back-stroke, back toward Jack, my still young-looking breasts and long, hard nipples protruding straight up out of the water.

When I was about two feet from Jack, he smiled and whispered, "Oh, Alexandria, they are SPECTACULAR!"

I giggled again, turned face down in the water, dove, and swam under and between Jack's legs. When I had passed completely under his firm, toned, muscular, manly butt, I spun around again, and swam back under him once more. I then surfaced, topless, facing him, just inches in front of him. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hard nipples just lightly brush up against his bare pecks, and we kissed again.

"Yes, Alexandria, spectacular is the only word for your breasts!"

I just smiled and kept on kissing his soft, warm lips. I placed the first two fingers of my left hand on his chest in an inverted V, like a pair of miniature legs, and slowly marched my fingers down Jack's oh-so-muscular chest. When I marched my fingers past his belly-button, I just kept right on going, marching my fingers down under the waist band of his swim trunks.

"Oooh," I squealed girlishly. "Feels like you've got something pretty spectacular YOURSELF there, Jack!"

"Relax, Alexandria," Jack shifted nervously from one foot to the other, standing on the pool floor. "We have the whole summer to get to know each other. Let's not take it too fast, let's get to know each other gradually, and keep the mystery between us a little while longer."

"You're right, Jack!" I agreed, pushing myself up by my arms on the edge of the pool, climbing out, and walking over to the patio table. I poured us each a nice cool glass of fruit punch, and we sat at the patio table talking about this and that, about his school, about my own college days, about current events, about life in general. I was already so comfortable around Jack, that I never even bothered putting my bikini top back on the whole time we chatted at poolside.

At first, Jack was talking more to my bare breasts than to me, but as we whiled away the hours chatting at poolside, getting to know more about each other, becoming more casual and relaxed around each other, he started to grow more comfortable around my easy, natural nudity, and he would look me in the eye more as we talked.

Then we talked about music, and I mentioned I was sort of stuck in the Sixties when it came to my musical tastes. We started humming old Motown tunes and Bob Dylan folk songs, whose words he had never known, and I had long since forgotten.

Without even realizing what I was doing, the next old tune I started humming was Simon and Garfunkel's "And Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson."

Jack looked me in the eye, gazed down at my still-bare breasts, my long bare legs, and my skimpy bikini bottom that was my only covering. He smiled and licked his lips, and in an unexpectedly good imitation of a half-shocked Dustin Hoffman, Jack laughed, "Why, Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to SEDUCE me?"

Yeah, this was going to be a GREAT summer all right, even if Donna WAS going to keep my son away from me most of the time. Or maybe I should say, ESPECIALLY if Donna was going to keep my Charlie away!

 

[RoadRunner3452]

I'm going to be away for the next few days, if i can get to the computer at any time i'll try and post.