Seduce Me纯英文
seduce me
==== chapter one， the sensations ====
i heard him e in and it started again.
"hi ， mom. how"s it going？" he said as i heard him sling his backpack onto the kitchen table， and e up behind me at the sink. he put his hands on my shoulders and leaned around to peck me on the cheek.
"fine sweetie ， how"d it go today？" i replied turning to face him， immediately feeling the charge from his presence and touch， despite the fact that his hands fell away as i turned. bravely， or perhaps inquisitively， i looked into his lovely hazel eyes and saw them sparkle， as the feelings began again.
somehow ， lately ， i was getting these very strange thoughts， and urges whenever he was around， and sometimes when he wasn"t. to all intents and appearances ， it was all quite innocent， but i was being more and more unsure.
"okay ， i guess， but i sure get confused by things."
i kissed him on the cheek ， fighting the urge to kiss his lips ， and said， "why don"t you sit down and i"ll get you something to eat and drink ， and we can talk about it."
he grinned， and said ， "gee thanks， that would be great，" and i watched as he turned to drop into a chair at the kitchen table.
i went to the refrigerator and， looking inside ， couldn"t help but bend over ， thrusting my hips and bottom in his direction， knowing i was tempting fate ， or myself， or him …… while the sensations grew.
lately， the strangest images were floating in my mind whenever he was near. it started a few weeks ago when ， as he was often wont to do， i let him rub my shoulders while i washed dishes in the sink. i think it was his way of saying "thanks" for a good meal ， when he wasn"t doing the clean up himself.
i was pletely relaxed as only he could manage， when all of a sudden i had the sense that his hands were on my breasts. it wasn"t so ， because i could still feel them gently kneading my shoulder muscles ， but the intense "impression" that he was cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples was shocking to say the least. i"d shaken my head to clear the thought and he"d taken that as an indication to stop， and had withdrawn. but even as he left the room and i finished up the dishes ， i couldn"t stop the tingling that was spreading throughout my body.
later ， as i was helping him with his homework ， leaning over the desk where he sat ， another "sensation" struck me. i watched his hands on the desk ， holding a book and pencil， but "felt" a hand sliding up my leg from behind， slipping fingers between my thighs ， until they caressed the lips of my vulva through my panties. my knees almost buckled at the perception and i had to hold the desk to avoid collapsing. he seemed pletely unaware of what i was going through， even as the "sensation" of a hand continued roaming under my dress and i "felt" the fingers slide across my bottom， dipping into the crevice between my cheeks ， caressing my bum hole until it tingled outrageously. my entire lower body was afire at the "imagined touch" of…… what …… my son ？
and ， on another occasion when i"d let him rub my shoulders as i did the dishes after dinner ， i again knew his hands were gently attending to my shoulders but "sensed" fingers sliding down and around my bottom， cupping my cheeks and slipping in between my thighs. even when i knew he was rubbing the back of my neck and not touching me anywhere else， i nonetheless "perceived" hands sliding around my hips， onto my stomach， tracing downward to gently caress and mingle in the triangle of pubic hair over my mons ， while…… what seemed like his hard penis rubbed between the cheeks of my bottom.
even when i moaned， and whispered "thanks baby ， that feels so good to these old muscles" and slid slightly backwards towards him ， he stepped back so we avoided actually touching， except his hands on my shoulders. that movement was enough however， to break the revere and i"d said ， "but i"ll never get these dished done if you keep it up" and he"d retreated …… again.
and then there were the "touches" when he was near. that started， for real， a couple of years ago. since room in the house was tight ， there were always those occasions when we"d be standing close or going in opposite directions， and i began to notice gentle ， timid caresses. first my bottom began to get "brushed." every so often， my breasts would get a little "mashed" as we passed each other in the narrow hall or kitchen. and then， a couple of times， i felt him ever so briefly stroke my pussy mound when we stood close to each other.
but now ， he could be sitting at the table on the other side of the room and i could still "feel" fingers sliding across my bra to gently squeeze my breasts and rub my nipples. more than once it seemed a hand would "rub" against my bottom ， or fingers would "trace" the outline of my panties and "slide" along the valley between by cheeks， and i"d turn to see it was only my imagination. every so often i would get the "impression" of my panties slowly sliding off my hips and down my thighs， revealing my love nest， and i"d stop and look to make sure i was still properly dressed. more and more in my own day dreaming， i was ever unsure if i was dressed or not ， or if i"d remembered to put on a bra ， or panties ， and would pause to check. but even then， though sure i hadn"t undressed myself（for some reason ）， i couldn"t stop the tinkling sensations that often made me damp ， no ， wet…… nor could i stop the occasional thoughts of sexual play ， or lovemaking…… in all its manifestations.
and it was getting worse. now every so often， even when he wasn"t around， the brief thought of his kisses on my thighs began to appear in my mind. more than once， i found myself wandering into the thought of him massaging and sucking my breasts ， only to realize my nipples were quite aroused， and wanting attention. all too often of late ， i"d pause in what i was doing to let my imagination ever so briefly wander away with the picture of him sliding slowly up from the mists of my mind until his tongue "slid" between my vagina lips and "tickled" my clitoris. and at least once ， in the quiet of my bedroom ， as i succumbed to self ministration， the image of his hard cock replacing my finger ， sliding in and out of my hot and needy pussy， made the resulting climax far more real…… almost fulfilling.
and now ， as i moved about the kitchen preparing his snack ， i felt the excitement growing to an alarming level. i was constantly aware of my entire body tingling …… my nipples growing aroused as they rubbed inside my bra ， my breasts feeling heavy and full， wanting the massage of his fingers， my pussy lips beginning to dilate and moisten， my bottom excited by the thought of his "touches，" my thighs brushing each other as i squeezed them together to keep the juices from flowing ， my bottom cheeks tensing at the thought of his penis rubbing against them ， intent upon sliding up into me.
finally ， after putting a sandwich and soda down in front of him ， and sitting down on the other side of the table ， i asked， "so what"s so confusing？"
==== chapter two， the plan ====
in the back of my mind， the plan should have been at stage two. i was going to seduce my mother. or rather， in my mind ， she was going to seduce me. one way or another……
as she sat down ， i couldn"t tell if it was working， but imagined it might， if i tried hard enough. but then ， from a practical side， i knew it was only my day dreaming and that all that "mind control" stuff was a crock.
but i so wanted to touch and taste her， and certainly， not as a son. it took all my control to maintain the "distance" and "propriety."
so， whenever around her， i would try to project these images of lovemaking. i tried to maintain the perception of an innocent son when all the while ， in my own mind i was fondling her， caressing her body， kissing and licking her ， lying in her arms sliding in and out. in some day dreams she resisted ， briefly， while in others she weled my advances. but all the while ， i maintained the utmost in decorum.
when out of touching range， i developed and tried to propel thoughts of my hands on her breasts， or my lips sucking her nipples ， or my tongue slipping in and out of her cunt ， or my fingers sliding around her bottom， inside her cheeks and stroking her puckered bung hole ， using her hot juice to slip in the back door as i pumped my dick in and out of her cunt. i thought about her sucking my dick ， while i sucked her pussy. most exciting was thinking about lying between her thighs and slowly moving up until my cock was just about to enter her， or thinking about sliding her panties down from behind and slipping my dick in between the cheeks of her bottom ， all the while holding onto her hips or breasts.
sometimes i would just concentrate on her breasts to see if i could "think" her nipples into excitement. at other times ， i would watch her from behind ， mesmerized by the movement of her hips and bottom as she moved about the room， and imagine my cock sliding up into her tight butt hole. but i had to be careful because i didn"t want to get caught staring …… which might create other problems.
and when i was close， i often fought the temptation to touch too much. the only way i could control it was when， on occasion， i would rub her shoulders ， i made it a game. somehow， standing behind her， i managed to concentrate on only touching her back and shoulders. i resisted the urges to reach around and touch her breasts …… making almost a game of it by setting a boundary around her bra and panties， and never getting close enough to touch either. and perhaps the hardest part， other than my dick rising to attention on these occasions， was avoiding the temptation to rub my cock against her bottom. it was almost impossible to sit across the room and think about undressing and ravishing her without doing it. and ， when rubbing her shoulders directly， it took every bit of strength to keep my hands from roaming to follow my thoughts.
but more and more i was undressing her. my mom， was really quite pretty with lovely shoulder length hair ， the right height and eyes that could at times bore right through you. more captivating ， she had the perkiest breasts and roundest ， firmest bottom i"d ever had the pleasure of touching or brushing against. and the mound cresting her long slender well proportioned legs， was like a magnet drawing my eyes to inspect every movement in the attempt to discern the many different approaches to the love channel between her thighs.
her clothes were almost never tight ， but always a little loose， "suggesting" what lay beneath. the summer temperature required light clothing and hers almost always revealed an exquisite outline to the discerning eye. when she sat on the couch， or a chair ， her posture always provided a "hint" of what she had to offer.
when in shorts， her full rounded butt always beckoned for my palms to cup her cheeks. the mound over her pussy always seemed to protrude slightly， a little more prominently than her trim tummy， begging to be uncovered so i could run my fingers through her pubic hair and stroke it with my lips and tongue. and between her thighs， her mystery of mysteries， always seemed to be pouting at me ， asking for my kisses ， and tongue.
almost equally captivating were her breasts ， especially when her bra could be clearly seen through a light summer blouse. and every so often ， fate would smile and she"d wear an almost sheer bra under a light top ， and i could see her dark areolas ， and perky nipples creating their own little attractions， like buttons on a perfect mound of cream， just waiting to be sucked.
more than once， i"d managed a quick view of her thighs and panty covered passion nest. mom was the plete woman and often preferred dresses， unfortunately cut to an appropriate length. but every so often， as she sat on the couch， or crossed her legs， a brief vision of loveliness and mystery would be offered to feed the imagination for many a night. and once， when i was a bit younger and only beginning to be aware of the exquisite differences ， i"d had the unparalleled opportunity to rub her legs after a long day at the office.
sitting at one end of the couch as she stretched out and we watched tv， i began rubbing her ankles which had ended up in my lap to make room for us both. by this time ， after so many back rubs， i knew what helped her relax and made her fortable. so i simply ， absent mindedly， began massaging her calves. without really thinking about it， my hands wandered all over her lower legs and soon began to attend to the muscles around her knees. in the meantime， while i still watched the program， she"d dozed off ， and i noticed that her legs were somewhat asprawl on the couch. out of curiosity ， as i rubbed her calves and ankles， i ever so slowly flexed her knees so they bent slightly， opening the distance between her thighs. as i worked on the knees， they naturally spread a bit more and her dress slid away， revealing a bit more of her thighs.
curious ， but scared to death of getting caught， i dared not go much further. but still ， rubbing her knees， and just above to where her dress had slid， i managed to open the distance a bit more. her thighs parted a bit more so i could see her panties. by now i was truly intrigued， and quite excited. her ankle was resting fortably against my growing cock and my fingers were beginning to tremble.
at this point ， she was breathing evenly ， quite fortable and seemed sound asleep. and i was scared to death， as i strained to see more of the mystery between her thighs. even in the shadow of her skirt， i could see her thin panties， and lush dark pubic hair underneath. i could even see where the panties slid up into the folds of what i would later learn was her pussy.
but in my impatience or excitement， i sought to spread her legs even further ， and as if by reflex， her thighs closed and she turned a bit on the couch and woke up. that night， while getting hard was nothing new ， a curious new strain developed ， as i wondered more and more about girls in general， the mystery of women ， and the captivating charms of my mother.
i guess that"s when i started trying to be the "perfect" son. understand， i truly loved my mom， and would never do anything to hurt her. and i recognized how hard it was for her to work everyday to support us and to also find time to help me as i grew. in many ways， she"d devoted herself to "us" and took very little time for herself. she did date a bit ， but it never seemed to go anywhere， or last with any one guy ， and after a couple of dinners ， or movies， the guys would disappear. but i"m pretty sure none of them ever scored on her.
so i pitched in whenever or wherever i could. i really enjoyed her pany ， and we joked and teased a lot.
we even got into a couple of playful tussles when i was younger and we"d wrestled around. in many ways， that too was an experience ， and i found myself drawn to standing near or next to her so i could brush against her body. this was easy enough as the house was small and quarters somewhat tight. more as a scary and titillating experiment， i began to slip around behind her and let my hand lightly brush against her bottom. and ， every so often ， when she stood next to me， i"d casually let my arm swing so my knuckles would ever so slightly caress that mysterious mound under her stomach. these were quick surreptitious efforts on my part to "check her out" and often resulted in delicious memories in the night. that is， until i brashly took it a little to far.
one day as we were teasing and tickling and trying to decide who would pick the tv program ， things got a little out of ， or into hand i should say.
mom as usual had me pinned to the floor ， on my stomach， arm locked behind me ， and was tickling the back of my neck with her hair as she leaned over trying to get me to concede. somehow or other ， i managed to wriggle free and turn the tables ， and her around so i was sitting behind her on the floor. i wrapped my arms and legs around her， "quite" innocently putting my hand on her breast. that moment gave me pause and started the normal sensations of an instinctively horny young man. i"d never realized just how full， and firm ， and soft ， and exciting her breasts were. as she squirmed ， her dress had slid up around her hips and i could see her bare legs and flashing panties. and as i held her tight ， despite the exertion ， my cock began to swell as it rubbed against her bottom.
but in my distraction ， she rolled onto me ， face to face ， flat on the floor， again with me underneath. just to keep a grip， i slid may hands around and cupped her bottom， pulling her tight to me.
i guess it was the bination of my hands on her butt， actually sliding under her panties ， and my stiffening cock pressed against her lower stomach ， that caused her to suddenly jerk and roll away from me and say ， "okay， you win." i was really confused， and a little scared， realizing that i may have gone a little too far even by accident. but ， without looking in my direction ， she fixed her clothing and got up saying， "i really didn"t want to watch that old news hour anyway， and maybe the movie will be good." and then as she turned to face me， all proper again， said， "but you make the popcorn！" and then went to brush her hair.
i don"t remember the movie， but i certainly remember ， and have relived the tussling， over and over and over. but the touching sort of ended after that.
as i got older， and hung out with other guys ， i"d begun to pick up quite a bit of "neighborhood sex education" listening to the older fellows ， and occasionally getting my hands on a skin mag or two. but the pictures weren"t all that good， or a little to graphic ， and the stories were all too rough. that is ， until i stumbled on one that ， at first was a little off beat， but intrigued me nonetheless. it was one of those quick and to the point stories about a mother who wanted to suck her son"s cock. one moment the thought， the next paragraph he"s pumping her ； give me a break.
now ， i"d never really thought about it much ， but as i "reviewed" more and more skin mags ， i realized oral sex was kind of "normal" and even more fascinating were the pictures of guys sucking girls" pussies. but the pictures of "overly well hung" studs（jeez， do they e that big without some medical help ） and well used women with wide open gashes and humongous tits was a little intimidating. i guess you need 8 or more inches to get those gals to spread it for you.
but i digress ， because the focus of my fascination had bee more and more， the lovely woman in my own home. the source of so many nocturnal mental meandering. and as she sat down across from me ， i looked for signs that maybe， today， it would start.
==== chapter three， the approach ====
"well ， you know i took debby to the prom a few weeks ago， and thought we had a good time，" he started. "but， now， she doesn"t seem to have any time to just hang out ， at least with me anyway."
"well ， sweetheart ， people and things change ，" i said. "maybe she"s trying to make other friends."
he snorted and said ， "yeah， i guess so ， cause she certainly spends a lot of time with her girl friends."
"honey， you have to understand ， boys and girls at your age are going through some tremendous changes ， and you both are trying to figure out what you want in life. maybe you should give her a break and check out a few of the other girls."
"but they all seem so silly at times， and only want to gossip about stuff ……" he said dejectedly. "at least with debby we could have a decent conversation about something other than who"s dating who."
"that"s "whom" dear ， but there seems to be more to it than that. what else is confusing？"
"i don"t know ，" he mumbled， eyes on the table. "this whole dating thing ， and what guys and girls are supposed to do …… it used to be we could just get together and hang out …… and now everybody is pairing up…… going together …… and." he trailed off.
"go ahead ， tell me what"s on your mind" i encouraged him.
"well ， i don"t want to just go with someone to learn about all the other stuff ， and maybe get stuck and miss the chance to meet someone really great because "i"m taken"."
"honey， i"m not sure what you mean about all the other stuff ，" i said（though i had very little doubt）。 "but going together doesn"t mean you have to get married…… you"re way ， way to young for that now." i paused， and said ， "besides ， you have tons of friends and you don"t have to get "too" involved with anyone， and there are a lot of people you haven"t even met yet."
"but mom， most of the other guys are going with someone， or if not it"s easy to understand why not. and most of the girls i know are only impressed with a big car and lots of money."
i felt a twinge of guilt as i realized， perhaps， i wasn"t providing well enough ， but then remembered how i grew up. "baby ， you really don"t want to pete for girls who are so easily impressed. you"re handsome， intelligent ， sweet as they e ， and have a lot to offer some lucky girl."
"well ， there may be another problem too ……" he trailed off.
"okay ， what"s that，" i said gently ， trying to draw him out.
"well ， you know i"ve been out with a lot of girls ， and debby isn"t the only one to …… well …… you know …… practice stuff with……" he said ， eyes still on the table. "but i don"t seem to get it …… whenever i kiss a girl …… like in the movies …… they get all …… huffy…… like all i want to do is rip their clothes off…… and stuff."
here i knew we were into dangerous ground.
"well ， i don"t know anything about your technique ，" i started ， "but i can let you in on a few little bits of information …… that you may not like." i paused a moment， and then continued. "first ， you"re probably going to have to have a whole lot more patience than you think， or want to have at this point in life."
"a relationship is kind of like a tree，" i opined， "and they take time to grow. and if you want a strong， sturdy ， cultivated tree， not like one in the woods that grows wild and fights with the environment around it ， you have to tend it with love， and…… like i said， quite a bit of patience." i laughed a little and added， "of course the difference is a tree won"t ever love you back， but the right girl could fulfill your every fantasy and knock your socks off in the process."
"the second thing you have to consider is that most girls your age really don"t know what they want. and it doesn"t get a whole lot better as they get older …… because as they do begin to figure out what they want， there"s a tendency to play games while they experiment." i paused a moment， thoughtfully ， before plunging on. "when they bee women， and a little more mature， and a little more sure of what they do and don"t want， it"s a little easier ， but not much. men and women are so alike ， yet so pletely different， that it"s hard sometimes for them to fully relate …… people have to remember to try and think like the other sex a little， to appreciate what they want ， so you can give it to them ， when and how they want it."
i stopped ， feeling the sensations again. all of a sudden， i "felt" a dozen hands all over me ， unbuttoning my blouse， lifting my dress ， caressing my thighs ， spreading them ， fingers titillating my pussy ， hands squeezing my bottom ， fingers spreading my cheeks， my breasts being massaged and my nipples …… sucked.
i took a deep breath and tried to shake off the confusion that was growing ， and wondering if i should go on with the next thought.
"at your age， other things are going on that also create a great deal of confusion." was i talking to him， or myself now？
struggling now to keep my posure ， and feeling the blood rushing through me as my breath quickened and my juices began to flow ， and my nipples grew more sensitive and …… "your body is changing ， creating hormones you never had to deal with before， and they may be making you a little more aggressive， so maybe you"re moving a little too fast for the girls your age." taking another deep breath ， i plunged on ， knowing i had to end this and get away， to pose myself before i lost control and ……
"i guess， like most kids today ， you"ve learned your "techniques" from the movies. but you have to remember that movies are only an hour and a half to two hours long. in that framework ， the hero is supposed to find a girl， win her undying passion， save the world from some catastrophe， and have great sex. real life just isn"t like that. you can"t rush someone into a relationship …… like they do in the movies."
at this point ， i was beginning to lose it. as he sat across from me， hands on the table ， eyes downcast and somewhat dejected， "someone"s" tongue was driving me crazy ， tickling my ears ， sliding up and down my vagina ， slowly rubbing my clitoris ， agitating my nipples ， taking me closer and closer to an orgasm ……
"tell you what" i struggled to finish ， "why don"t you make an effort to go out every other night for the next couple of weeks， but with someone new or different， or someone you know but don"t usually hang out with." i spread my legs a little as the sensation of a "cock" slipping inside my vagina began to arise. my bung hole was itching so bad i wanted to reach around and rub it. and ohhh ， how i wanted to finish whatever the "sensations" had started.
using every ounce of energy to maintain my posure， i stood up saying， "and then， we can talk about how you feel ， and what you want after you"ve done a little running around. who knows， it may be an almost plete waste of time， but you"re young ， and maybe you"ll run into a few guys and gals who are a little more in tune with you. but you have to get out and broaden your horizons. maybe you"ve been spending too much time with the same old people. but whatever you do， remember to be gentle …… like you are with me."
i moved around the table， and leaned over to give him a kiss on the head. as i moved， i "felt" the sensations quickening ， as if "someone else" was already rubbing my bottom to soothe the agitation in my bung hole， while the cock slid slowly up into me， filling me ， creating juices that i"d though had dried up long ago.
i was barely able to get to my room and collapse on the bed before the rush hit. and i hadn"t even touched myself.
==== chapter four ， timeout ====
damn it. this was never going to work i thought.
but i resolved to hear everything she"d said.
"and…… like i said， quite a bit of patience."
" …… but the right girl could fulfill your every fantasy and knock your socks off in the process."
" …… when they bee women ， and a little more mature ， and a little more sure of what they do…… want ……"
" …… so you can give it to them ， when and how they want it."
" …… i guess…… you"ve learned your "techniques" from the movies." "but whatever you do， remember to be gentle…… like you are with me."
i"ll be gentle i thought， i do love you， but…… this is driving me crazy.
maybe she"s right. i do need a different perspective. i do need to get out and chase a few chicks. and hang with the guys. and get laid somehow， somewhere. anything to take off the edge.
but there"s this dynamite woman …… just in the other room ……
and it"s been so long ， she"s got to be hungry by now……
unless it"s been so long she"s forgotten.
but no， i hope that"s not it. maybe it"s just me and this "mother and son" thing. i guess she never even thinks about it that way.
maybe she doesn"t even think about sex anymore， and that"s why none of the guys who dated her ever stuck around ……
but you have to wonder， sometimes.
this evening， despite our little chat that i should cast my net further， i again got caught up in it.
i managed to catch her in the hall after her shower as she got ready for bed. she smelled sweet and fresh， and i couldn"t ， wouldn"t quell the images she evoked. she was in her regular almost knee length cotton nightgown. but i could see the outline of her breasts ， and the little tents her nipples made. and ， as she paused in the bathroom doorway， i could see the shapely outline of her tapered waist， rounded hips and perfect thighs through the gown as the light accented her curves. and as she turned ， the silhouette her full， firm breasts swayed into view with her nipples clearly pushing the fabric out.
and a little later， in the bright kitchen as we got our last drinks of water and juice for the night， i became mesmerized by the sight of her panty briefs outline under the gown ， and the way the gown swirled and slipped between her legs as she moved ， emphasizing the undulating depression between the slight swell of her stomach and the protrusion of her rounded mons venus …… i could almost see the dark triangle of her pubic hair crowning the portal to her love channel.
how could i have "…… been spending too much time with the same old people" without tasting that？ how could i not want to……
as i massaged my engorged member， thinking about fucking her ， i couldn"t choose between sliding between her trembling ， thrusting thighs， or the picture of her slowly licking me ， hold me tightly down near my balls ， and wrapping her sweet lips around the head of my dick ， sucking， sucking …… sucking， until i exploded deep inside her.
as i fell asleep， released and somewhat satiated ， i thought that i couldn"t wait. i needed some real release and maybe she was right. i needed to find someone else ， someone who wanted to do it right now， and drifted off to sleep.
==== chapter five ， the transition ====
i"d never felt so …… what ……
after our conversation， and my eruption in the privacy of my room， i"d thought at least everything would settle down for a while.
but then that night ， in bed ， the "sensations" started again and though worn by the earlier bout ， i had another tremendous climax.
this time ， i felt thoroughly fucked ， with slow， steady insistent strokes in and out of my pussy， until the last rush of frenzy before …… and all the while i had the feeling of a hot throbbing cock in my mouth …… to the point that i was actually gulping as my vagina twitched and convulsed and …… i came.
i lay there ， exhausted， falling asleep ， the most relaxed i"d been in ever so long…… and really confused…… and had the most disturbing， or erotic ， fragmented dreams.
my son was raping me. no， i was sucking on his cock. then i was in a trance while he took my clothes off. no ， he was slowly sliding his dick into my bottom ， and i was actually pushing backwards to get him inside me. no ， i was opening my legs， beckoning him to e to me， to let him kiss my thighs …… no he was ignoring me. no， he was raping me…… again…… and again…… and…… no ， i was letting him undress me…… waiting to feel his hot cock slide up into me…… and sliding his shorts down ， wanting to suck his young virgin cock， and……
when i woke up， my panties and nightgown ， and the sheets were sopping wet. at first i thought i"d peed in my bed but my bladder drove me to the bathroom to show…… it was all love juice.
shaking as i showered ， physically pletely relaxed， yet mentally anxious ， a bit edgy or worried， i wondered if i was going out of my mind.
as i got ready for work ， i tried to rationalize what was going on. perhaps everyone went through these "dreams" when they were deprived of sex. perhaps subliminal messages were transmitted by the body to the brain demanding something not experienced in too long. but the thoughts about my "son ！" where did they e from？ even if he didn"t know the secret about his "mother ，" how could i ever imagine such …… intense…… pleasure.
i had to get a grip. i couldn"t blame him for what was going on. he was the perfect gentleman ， in virtually every way. he did his chores and more. he attended to me with the utmost propriety and courtesy. well almost， except for the few occasions when he was younger and seemed to be "exploring" the only woman handy （smiling ， now at the pun ）。
but seriously ， i really do loved that boy and would do anything for him ……
i can"t let my "problem" affect our relationship. but he"s getting older and things are getting to that really plicated stage ， and i just know i"ll regret it if i do anything to create even more confusion. i have to be careful what i say. part of me wants him to find a girl to "do stuff with" and part of me doesn"t， at least not yet. to be honest， right or wrong， i want to help him understand everything about women he"s curious about…… but i can"t.
as i headed out the door to work， part of me was relieved to be through the ritual of waking， shower and coffee without waking or running into him. but then …… part of me missed the chance to see him…… get a goodbye kiss…… before i trundled off.
the day was uneventful（in the sexual sense ）， as were much of the following weeks. part of me was relieved， and part of me missed the relief or balm that the "sensations" had provided， even with the confusions.
i was pleased to hear him making arrangements and taking advantage of the advice i"d given ， to seek the pany of others. and i missed him when he wasn"t around.
almost every other night he was out ， but never too late.
every night ， i waited ， not to obviously i hoped ， for his return and polite kiss on the cheek as he went off to bed.
we still had plenty of time in the evenings and on the weekends to stay connected， so i could keep track of what he was up to and who he was beginning to hang around with ， and what he thought about this or that. i learned about the old friends and the new acquaintances. a couple of times he came home rather preoccupied， sometimes quite flushed， once or twice with lipstick on his cheek and neck， and i kept my own counsel.
a few times the "sensations" returned ， sometimes quick and passing， sometimes long and intense， and normally only at night when i was in my own bed……
as they became more intermittent， i began to …… look forward to them. wondering what manifestation would…… almost satisfy me again.
i didn"t "try" to bring them on ， but recognized their onset ， and， depending on circumstances， sometimes let them take me away…… to an almost fulfillment. the only real problem was "that afternoon" at work that started with the "touching" and "stroking" and "rubbing" i felt all over， and particularly the nipple "sucking" that almost drove me into delirium， that grew and grew until the evening.
the whole evening was absolute decorum as i fought for control until i could retreat to the safety of my bedroom. i felt "petted" and "fondled" all evening ， and could just barely keep my sense of propriety as he went out on another "date ，" while i waited for his return.
and the few hours he was gone ， the pressure seemed a little less provocative ， so i didn"t do anything to seek self gratification. i thought it had passed ， a little disappointed that i hadn"t had…… the climax …… and was still a little on edge …… almost hungry for the "sensation" to finish.
somehow ， i thought， these sensations have something to do with my son. they seem most intense when he"s around ， or at least in the house ， and we"re together alone ， and most especially， at night. and， it is natural for a woman ， and a young man to want…… and maybe it would be wrong，…… for an older woman and a young man …… and it wouldn"t really be incest.
==== chapter six， patience ====
boring…… i thought……
even the couple of evenings with debby were no longer all that intriguing. she was still somewhat interesting but had been "infected" with the mindless concerns and prattle of her girl friends. and she still had a "body" but no where near as voluptuous or tempting …… or forbidden …… or …… as…… available…… as ……
and the guys only talked what they "would" do or "bragged" about their petty exploits. first base， third base ， even the home runs seemed contrived.
and the other girls ， were …… engaging …… and not. none were as fully developed as …… or ready to try…… stuff. or if they were ， i simply had to beg off because i didn"t want to be in the long line of their "prior" experiences.
i could always go home "on time" or "early" and get almost the best delight of the evening.
mom always waited up， and though i often went home in frustration from a "date，" i always wanted to make sure she could go to bed…… without worrying about me.
and the reward was always waiting ， even if i couldn"t bend it … … her…… to my will. fantasizing about my mom was still my most active， imaginative and enjoyable pastime.
i"d about given up on the "mind control" crap ， but couldn"t stop the day to day， and night "visions" especially when she was "helping" them.
she was hot and didn"t even know it. every move she made was sensuous and ， to me， begging for my attention or reaction. one night， as i took a turn at the clean up after dinner， she came up behind me and began massaging my shoulders as i so often did hers. as usual ， she thanked me for pitching in， and mentioned how tired she was from her day at the office on her feet. i of course offered to return her favor of the shoulder rub with a foot massage when the dishes were done. but she deferred ， saying something about "not wanting me to touch her smelly feet that had been running around all day ……" but before i could protest and proffer again ， she went on to say ， "i remember when you used to do this （the back rub） in my bed…… remember when you were little and used to sit on my backside to rub my back……？" and i could vaguely remember times when i would be on my knees ， straddling her bottom on the bed ， and try to help her relax with a back massage.
my cock started to harden at the thought of sliding up and down the separation between the half moons of her butt cheeks， with my balls resting just outside her pussy， wondering if i would ever have that opportunity again.
and then i felt
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