I 'm not sure if my story will help anybody in a similar situation, but for what it's worth here it is. My husband walked out on me ten years ago, at the time our son was eleven. In all that time I had never been in a serious relationship in fact I had rarely been out with another man. I concentrated all my love and attention on Carter my son. Gradually I became frustrated and began looking for solace on the internet. I discovered the Literotica web site and began reading stories gradually drifting towards the incest section and mother son stories in particular. Why mother and son, because I realized about two years ago I became infatuated with my son and now he is twenty one I am in love with him and want him to love me back. Unfortunately he didn't seem to show any interest, oh he loved me as a mother, but I wanted more, much more.
I read a story which seemed to sum up my situation perfectly and sympathetic to my circumstances. I emailed the author to determine if he would be able to advise me what actions could be taken to realize my dream. Never having contacted anybody before I was unsure of the reception I would receive, but my first hurdle was how to contact him. Him, I'm sure it was written by a man by the way he wrote and the slant he put on his writings. There was no email address it looked as if I needed to go through the web site, so I sent him a short message asking if there was any possibility we could talk.
The reply I received was encouraging in which he said, "I don't mind corresponding with people however, I'm a little careful now because several times I have received unwarranted emails. I write for my own pleasure, if people like to read my stories that's fine, if people don't like them that's also fine. You can't please all of the people all of the time, you can only please some people some of the time. In the short time I have been submitting stories I have received abuse in the comments section, mainly from anonymous sources. I've even had complaints about the title, with one complainant even admitting that they had not read the story, why is it some people are so stupid? I no longer bother looking at the comments because I cannot understand why people are so abusive or even critical, after all they are only stories.
"Some authors are good and some not so good but at least they made the effort to provide a service, but what these critics do not seem to appreciate is that they, the readers, drive the authors and not the other way round. If nobody read these stories, it's unlikely they would get written and certainly not get published. With a specific scenario there are only so many ways that it can be written about, with the authors trying different ways to make their stories interesting. Critics complain that some stories are sick, however no matter how sick you think a story is, somewhere that very sexual act, and worse, has happened over and over again, and fact is stranger than fiction, and there are none so sick, as humans.
"I have never read a story where after the sexual act one participant murders the other, but it happens in real life, ask those human traffickers and religious fraternity. The vulnerable are at risk from abductors, to be sold into slavery, or forced into prostitution, where are those critic's voices then? Let's get things into prospective. That apart, I do like to check how many people have read my stories and how many people have added them to their favorites, and generally pleased how my stories have been received. I have an email address for correspondence which at one time I gave out straight away, but now before doing so, I correspond through the web site as we are doing until I have confidence in the person I'm corresponding with."
He went on to say that if I was still interested in corresponding would I provide him with a code name by which he could call me. According to him should I wish to discontinue our association all I needed to do was stop sending emails, as he only replies to emails not initiate them. In my second email I referred to myself as Caroline and my son as Carter and I explained that I had fallen in love with Carter but he doesn't seem to be romantically interested in me, and was there any possible way to determine if he has any sexual feelings for me. Scooter, that's my code name for the author, because he could take me in any direction I wished to go, said, "If you are asking me for ideas about how you can judge your sons feeling or encourage him to have similar feelings for you, as you have for him, then you would need to give me a great deal of personal information about yourself and your son. For instance, I would need you to tell me how you perceive your son, and how you think your son perceives you. Questions like, do you know if your son watches you move around the house, and where are his eyes mainly looking, your face, breasts, butt or legs? Does he have girlfriends?
"Questions for you would be, if you've had men friends does your son know about them? If the opposite applies would he think you frigid? In private do you call him by his given name or an endearing name, sweetie, sweetheart, darling that sort of thing? Then there's the physical side with regard to your looks the way you dress, do you think you would have to change things about yourself, change your image? The whole process is extremely invasive and you may discover things and feelings you may eventually regret, it requires some serious thinking about. Quite frankly you have all the necessary information at your fingertips, it would be much more sensible and discrete for you to carry out your own evaluation. I could give you some tips on what to look for to evaluate Carter, but you would have to do a self-evaluation."
To be quite honest he frightened me a bit, I never considered that I would have to give out personal details. However, when I thought about it, he doesn't know me, and he doesn't know Carter, so how could I expect him to evaluate our feelings and thoughts. The problem was; how can a person evaluate someone's thoughts about them, especially when the subject is taboo, anti-social and unlawful. No son in his right mind would think about having sex with his mother; well that was my thinking at the time. I struggled for a week trying to make a decision, I was unhappy to give Scooter our personal details, but on the other hand our identity and location did not seem to be at risk, we were a non-entity just lines of text on a screen. I didn't feel confident that I could carry out my own evaluation, so the choice was either exposure or frustration. The more I looked at my son and pictured myself in his arms, the more I drifted towards exposure, while confident I could back out at any time.
I waited a month before emailing Scooter to test to see if he would contact me, he never did which gave me a little more confidence that I could end our association at any time. Finally I wrote to him suggesting that perhaps he could help me in my quest, if I was prepared to provide the information he required to determine my son's attitude towards me. In the email I answered some of his original questions. Carter is an athletic good looking guy who plays football for his college and has had numerous girlfriends, but I don't think he is going out with anyone at this time. I haven't noticed if he watches me or pays undue attention as I move around the house or sitting quietly. Whenever we are, alone or in company, I always use his given name, in this case I would be calling him Carter. As for me, in ten years you could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I've been on a date, and never with the same man twice. I wouldn't have thought Carter would think me frigid, but I couldn't be certain. I'm Mrs. Average, reasonable looks, dress sensibly, have an acceptable figure, but, to the best of my knowledge I've never had a man stare or turn to look at me twice because of my sex appeal.
His first email acknowledge my answers and informed me that initially the questions would be general but gradually become extremely personal, and if I was uncomfortable in answering them to discontinue with my quest. Scooter began by suggesting that if I was serious about having a relationship with my son I should consider birth control and take "The Pill." He also assumed that I was a single parent family, and asked if I was a stay at home or working mom, full or part time. He wanted to know if I was computer literate, inasmuch, did I have the capability and facility to scan or print off documents from the internet. He also wanted to know if Carter was ever alone in the house on a regular basis and for any extensive periods of time. His final instructions were to occasionally call Carter sweetie. I confirmed that I was a single parent working full time, computer literate with the knowledge and facility to scan or print off documents from the internet. Each weeknight I arrive home two hours after Carter, and Saturday morning's I go shopping while Carter remains in the house alone. I confirmed that when appropriate I would start to call Carter Sweetie.
You need to understand that over time many emails flew back and forth and I can't keep writing, he said, I said, he wrote, I replied, it becomes boring so I'm going try to write what happened in sequence as a story, but remember the whole thing was a lot more fragmented than how its written.
First off Scooter wanted to know about my relationship with my husband. I told him when we married I was young and had lived a sheltered life and was inexperienced and unknowledgeable in the rituals of sex. I refused to perform oral sex, I also refuse to allow him to tie me up and perform anal sex, and believed that was the cause of him seeking solace with other women, which eventually led to him leaving me. I've learnt my lesson I wouldn't let that happen again. The questioning started to become weird, Scooter wanted to know if had I any reason to suspect that Carter, when alone in the house, was wandering around my bedroom, opening drawers, looking, touching things. He certainly had the opportunity. The same thing was asked about the laundry basket, where was it kept, was there any chance that Carter was handing my lingerie, perhaps even wearing it?
For my part it was totally inconceivable he would be doing such things. I thought it underhanded when it was suggested that I set traps for him, but nevertheless I did it anyway. In the laundry basket I laid certain items of lingerie in a specific pattern then took a photograph on my mobile to compare with the following days. The same procedure was carried out in my lingerie drawer and the drawer containing my lady products.
The spotlight turn to me, he asked if I had previously tried to seduce Carter. He wanted to know if either of us casually touched the other, say by putting a hand on the others arm, touching the others face, if sitting close, on the others thigh? If I wasn't touchy feely with Carter then I should start doing it. He also stressed it was important that if we developed a sexual relationship it be kept secret, could Carter be trusted to keep the secret? Scooter wanted to know, that when the time was right and an encouraging situation began to develop, was I in a financial position to buy a few clothes. Initially he thought a skirt, a particular special bullet bra, sweater and a lingerie set consisting of a sexy bra and matching panties.
The night after setting the traps for Carter, when I arrived home from work, I compared the way the clothes were lying in the laundry basket against the picture on my phone. I was a little disappointed since it seemed that nothing had been disturbed, which also applied to my lingerie drawer and the drawer I kept all my lady products in. However the second night, items had been disturbed in each of the three locations and perhaps other drawers as well but I had no picture to compare them with. My heart began to race, I was physically shaking, my legs seeming unable to support me, forcing me to sit on the bed so that I could place my head between knees to overcome the sensation of feeling faint.
Carter must have been concerned thinking I had been missing for some time, because he shouted up the stairs, "You ok mom?"
Without thinking I called out "Yes darling I'll be down in a minute." Closing the drawers and shutting the lid on the laundry basket I became curious about exactly what he could be doing with my clothes and things. My underwear he could handle feeling the fabric, smell them, but that didn't sound very erotic, wrap them around his manhood using them to masturbate, and Scooter mentioned wearing them. I tried to picture Carter lying on my bed wearing my bra and underwear masturbating. If that was the case I could check the bed and my lingerie for semen stains. I had to stop and slowly get my bearings because I was becoming aroused just thinking about him wearing my lingerie. Eventually when I drifted down stairs to get dinner I found myself looking at Carter in a different light.
Before my communications with Scooter I was naive, but because I had been pre-warned what to look for I began to notice things which previously would never have registered. During dinner, with Carter sitting opposite me I began to realize that he was stealing glances at my breasts. Carter was telling me about his day at college and how it was one of those days where everything went wrong. I slipped my hand across the table and patted his hand in an attempt to console him. When I touched him it was like receiving an electric shock. A picture of him lying naked on my bed with me wearing black lacy lingerie, lying half across him kissing him while massaging his manhood, flash across my mind. I could feel the sensation of our lips being pressed together, and my hand wrapped around his pride and joy as it slipped up and down.
I received my next set of instruction informing me that it was time to make a few purchases. Scooter was very specific when it came to me buying a bra, suggesting that I look online for a vintage, 1940 -- 1950 satin pointed bra otherwise referred to as a bullet bra. It was important that it should be kept hidden from Carter until the appropriate time to wear it. It was also necessary for me to purchase a tight sweater to complement the bra, which didn't need to be kept hidden. Finally I was to purchase a black satin and lace lingerie set, consisting of a bralette and matching panties which I had to wear for a day then place it in the laundry basket to create a trap. Ensuring that I took a photograph of it on my phone for a further comparison. The skirt was another issue which would be attended to after the current purchases had been received.
Friday evening Carter was sitting in the chair, all my purchases had been received and the special bra hidden away. I stood in front of Carter and began to implement the plan Scooter devised. "Sweetie can I ask you for your opinion, and you must be truthful you won't hurt my feelings because I'm not sure of the answer, never having considered it before."
"Sure mom what is it?"
"A female colleague at work has said that I need to wear shorter skirts. I'm not really influenced by her and can see no reason why I should wear shorter skirts, but I do value your opinion and I'd like to know what you think."
"Mom from what I've seen you have nice legs and I think you ought to become a little more modern and wear shorter skirts."
I asked Carter, but he had no idea what length of skirt I should wear. I suggested, that if I got a tape measure and stood in front of him, I could lift my skirt up until he thought it was a suitable height, then he could measure the length of the skirt. I saw his eyes light up as he agreed to assist and I was pretty confident that I anticipated his intentions. I lifted my skirt a little, Carter said, "Higher," I raised it higher, and higher, and higher, if I raised much higher I would be displaying my underwear. The next time he said higher I laughed and told him he was naughty, Scooter having already warned me about not calling my son a naughty boy, saying it was defamatory because of what I was trying to achieve. We settled on a height and Carter knelt in front of me and measured the length of the skirt, while sliding a hand up my leg beneath the skirt. I didn't want to chastise or discourage him but I needed to stop him before he went too far. I thanked him for the measurement turned and walked away returning the tape measure to where I found it.
I persuaded Carter to take me shopping Saturday morning, the plan was for me to model several skirts and for him to pick the one he preferred. It was while modelling the skirt that I was hoping to encourage his sexual interest in me. A year or so ago I bought an extremely soft bra which I had hardly worn because it lacked support, allowing my breasts, much to my embarrassment, to flop and bounce around while I walked. Friday night I tried it on again only this time I wore my new tight sweater over the top and my high heeled stilettos, then watched myself in the mirror walking around my bedroom. I couldn't help thinking if he doesn't find the sight of my breasts bouncing around stimulating, and notice my nipples as the sweater formed around them, making them completely obvious, he must be either gay or dead.
Saturday morning while I was cooking breakfast Carter wandered into the kitchen and in a matter of seconds his eyes seemed to lock onto my breasts and never left them. While feeling slightly embarrassed with him watching me, I also felt excited convinced that my sex appeal could attract and captivate my son. Later as he drove us to the mall Carter kept taking his eyes off the road to look across at me, stealing glances at my breasts. I suppose it should be considered dangerous, and should have known better. The situation excited me, and my nipples were swollen because of it, with me deliberately encouraging him by turning slightly to give him a better view of my breasts.
At the mall we made our way up to the second floor where the haute couture establishments were located, which is just another name for the higher class clothes shops. We were welcomed by a female sales assistant with whom we discussed the extent of their stock of mini-skirts. When the sales assistant enquired as to the length of skirt, she gave a smug smile when I suggested eighteen inches and became embarrassed when she lowered her eyes to take in my breasts, it was if she could read my mind, and knew of my intentions. She returned with four skirts on hangers and hung them up in the changing room, then held the curtain to one side allowing me to enter. Although the skirt fitted perfectly it felt strange never having worn anything quite so revealing before, except on the beach of course, but then everybody was dressed the same. In this case everybody wasn't dress the same and my neighbors would certainly see the difference in the way I dressed, and probably disapprove.
When I came out of the dressing room Carter was sitting on a chair provided by the sales assistant, she was standing to one side with her hand on his shoulder. I felt severe pangs of jealousy thinking that this woman could be flirting with my son, which made me more determined to provide Carter with a spectacle as I modeled each skirt. I sashayed up and down ensuring each time my stiletto heel impacted the floor the shock vibrated through my body causing my breasts to jiggle around within my bra. Obviously Carter couldn't see the effect as I walked away from him, I could only assume he was watching my butt, but he was certainly looking at my legs and watching my breasts as I approached him. After trying on the four skirts I asked Carter which one he preferred, apparently he didn't like any of them.
Carter asked the sales girl if they had anything in a satin material. According to the girl all they had was a mini-skirt in a charmeuse material which is similar to satin but lighter, softer, the drape a little more liquid and the sheen, slightly more muted. Unfortunately they only had it in a sixteen inch length but he still persuaded me to try it on. Although the material felt fabulous I was conscious of the fact that the hem of the skirt was only just below mid-thigh. I suppose I should have guessed the outcome when Carter had me walking up and down numerous times modelling the skirt and adopting various poses and of course that was his choice. After purchasing the skirt we did a little shopping then Carter took me to lunch, during which I told him of my concerns about wearing the skirt, and the reaction of others towards me. He was amazing and so supportive at the same time reminding me that I had asked for his opinion and was adamant about purchasing the skirt he selected.
My concern evaporated traveling home in the car when I realized that I had achieved my first target, and that was to find out if Carter had sexual thoughts about me. By finding out that he searches my bedroom and now chose and persuaded me to buy that sexy skirt, he obviously thinks of me in a sexual way. Following our shopping spree I emailed Scooter and gave him a blow by blow of that day's events and in his reply he agreed with my conclusion and added that he thought Carter would like to sleep with me. Also in his email he suggested the next step. First I should print off a suitable story including the Literotica website heading suggesting that I would be receptive should Carter attempt to seduce me. The document should be folded in half and folded in half again and a small dot using the point of a pencil added to the extreme edge of one corner and placed in the drawer of my nightstand with the pencil dot visible. He suggested that I also place a new pack of condoms in the drawer beside the folded document, then as before take a picture of it to check if anything had been disturbed. Printing off the story was fine but to buy condoms that was a different story.
Eventually I plucked up sufficient courage to buy a pack and placed them along with the document in the drawer, finally recording everything on my mobile. Scooter also suggested that I leave an item of lingerie in Carters bed under the pretext that it must have fallen from a pile of washing while making his bed and putting his clean clothes away. That same night, Carter having said goodnight and gone upstairs to bed suddenly returned dangling my black lacy bralette between his fingers saying, "This must be yours."
I began to laugh. "I've been looking for that all day where did you find?"
"It was in my bed." As a joke I asked him if he had been wearing my underclothes, his expression changed to a look of embarrassment. I was reminded of a question Scooter asked, could it be that he has been wearing my clothes from the laundry basket. It was with mixed emotions that I thought it possible he may be wearing my underclothes. If he thought me attractive and sexy, I suppose I could understand why he would want to handle or perhaps even wear them, with pictures of me in his mind. Not until the third night did I notice that the items in my nightstand drawer had been disturbed. The pencil dot was not visible, not until I turned the document over did I find the mark. The packet of condoms seemed undisturbed, everything was as it should be when I opened it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it hadn't been tampered with.
I informed Scooter of the latest developments and waited for his reply in which he suggested it was time for my first date. Somehow I needed to influence Carter so that he would offer to take me out to spend an evening at a restaurant with him thinking it was his own idea. It was during the showing of a film on television I sighed when a couple spent a romantic evening in a restaurant. Carter who was sitting close asked if I was ok. I sighed again and just said it brings back memories.
He must have been turning things over in his mind because a little later he said, "Mom if I booked a table could I take you out one evening to a restaurant?"
"Oh darling that would be lovely, but don't you think it could be slightly embarrassing if the other guest knew you were dating your mother, I don't mean dating literately, you know what I mean."
"Yes I know exactly what you mean, I've been struggling with that one, but I do have a suggestion if you agree. First I will refer to you by name and call you Caroline, secondly I would ask you to wear your new mini-skirt and thirdly we behave as a couple, holding hands that sort of thing."
He looked a bit sheepish after making his proposal so I wasn't going to give him an instant reply, instead hesitated and looked thoughtful as if weighing up all the arguments, then said, "Yes that sounds very nice, thank you darling, I'd love to accept your offer."
The Saturday of our first official date, I headed downstairs dressed in the mini-skirt, my soft bra, but a blouse instead of my tight sweater. I wasn't going to entertain a restaurant full of men with the sight of my nipples. Carter was waiting at the bottom of the stairs appreciating the display of my bouncing breasts as I clumped down the stairs in my stilettos, and took my hand as we headed out to the station wagon.
Carter drove the car to a very nice restaurant which was located beside a river, and being a warm evening our table was outside on a staging against the balustrade overlooking the river. Overhead fairy lights flickered, providing sufficient light to reflect on the water making the whole scene magical. After a wonderful meal Carter stretched his arms out across the table and while we talked took and held my hands, then when an opportunity arose changed the direction of our conversation. His conversation tended to become questions, drifting towards the personal. In our years together we had rarely discussed his father or the things that drove us apart to cause him to leave. I know Carter had always been curious and I had refused to answer his questions on numerous occasions. However, the way things were developing between us, well for me at least, I knew sooner or later I would be cornered and have to tell him what happened. In the few times the subject has been mention I had never castigated his father in front of him, so in his eyes his father had done little wrong.
With people sitting around us he was careful how he phrased his question. "Caroline what was your married life like with your husband?" He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, as if to say whatever you tell me I support you fully. There was no way I could tell him what happened with all the other diners close at hand with everybody listening to everybody else's conversation. I suggested that we leave and find a secluded spot to talk about things. Carter suggested going home but told him that I couldn't talk about it face to face at the house and asked if he knew of somewhere secluded where it was dark, and where we could sit in the car and talk. After driving for about ten minutes Carter turned off the road onto an almost hidden unmade track between tall trees and bushes. After several minutes of slowly bumping along we ended up on a grassy knoll overlooking the river. Remaining sat in the front seats we made small talk for several minutes, but as expected Carter guided the conversation back to mine and his father's relationship.
With the modern day attitude towards sex I think Carter found it difficult to understand my situation that I was almost a child bride. "When we married I was young, immature and sexually inexperienced. Your father, and I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, wanted to do things like, tying me to the bed, have me perform oral sex on him, allow him to perform anal sex on me. At the time I thought your father's demands were unreasonable and perverse. I thought him degenerate and depraved, but since, I have come to realize that they are reasonably common practices between a man and a woman. I failed to satisfy your father sexually, so he went and sought solace with other women. In that respect and taking everything into consideration I suppose I did drive him from us."
It was pretty much what I told Scooter only feeling embarrassed and humiliated when it came to talking about oral and anal sex in front of my son, after I apologized for being so explicit. Carter stroked my face, then turned on the interior curtesy light when I told him that I was burning up with embarrassment. I leaned closer to him as he continued to stroke my face and brush my hair behind my ears. He run his fingers across my lips then gripped my chin before he turned my head towards him and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss but quickly followed by another while he slipped his hand behind my head so that I couldn't pull away. Not that I wanted to, I desperately needed his lips against mine and slipped my hand behind his head showing my approval of his action. We spent the next fifteen minutes kissing which developed into French kissing before I felt his hand wrap around my breast. He squeezed me, lightly pinching as he searched for my nipple and once found gave it little tweaks.
I stopped him when he tried to unbutton my blouse saying, "Darling please I'm not quite ready for this, it's been ten years since I've been with a man, so please be patient with me." I think I might have caved in if he pushed me to the limit but he didn't and I was thankful for that, but we continued to make out for the next hour with us both enjoying him touching my breasts, albeit on the outside of my blouse. He cupped my breast and gave it a little upward jerk, watching my breast as it flopped around beneath my blouse, he kissed me then repeated his action. Each upward thrust became stronger until my breast was almost bouncing out of my bra, and after each thrust came the kiss.
He took my hand in his, placed my hand under my breast and unceasingly began to bounce my breast up and down while continually kissing me. It was obvious Carter was becoming more confident and adventurous because between kisses he would occasionally say something sexual, like, he loved feeling my tits, and asking me if I played with them a lot, did his father suck them? Each time I answered, another question followed more sexually provocative, as was my answer. The more questions he asked the more my sexual desire became, increasing my excitement. We were late home and after kissing goodnight we both went to our own bedrooms. It had been a wonderful evening, and as I lay in bed with the feeling of loneliness creeping up on me, wondered if Carter was awake. If he was, what would he be thinking about, was he thinking about me and the things he would like to do with me? I was at the point of considering going to his bedroom to give myself to him when I finally fell asleep.
The following day I emailed Scooter informing him of the latest developments. In his reply he provided the address of a website dedicated to real life parent child romance and suggested that I read the letters before finally embarking on a life of incest. If I decided to proceed he suggested that I wear my mini-skirt, bullet bra and tight sweater, sit on his lap and seduce the hell out of him.
Over the next week Carter and I spent most of the evenings in a romantic setting, lying on the sofa kissing and cuddling. By the end of the week I had allowed him to slip his hand inside my blouse but remain on the outside of my bra. My feelings were such that I was now ready to make a commitment to become Carter's.... What would you call me, certainly not his wife? Certainly not a mistress, and since we would be sleeping together and making love, it would have to be something more than a girlfriend. A partner perhaps.
It was Saturday, I had been watching Carter for most of the day, then through dinner, and after in the evening as we sat opposite each other, I had at last decided it was time that I allowed Carter into my bed. About 9 o'clock that evening we were sitting in the chairs, Carter was sitting opposite with a bit of scowl on his face, the reason, I had made some excuse not to lie with him kissing and cuddling on the sofa. A brief glance and a grunt was the extent of his acknowledgment as I left the room after informing him that I was going upstairs to take a bath. I had struggled for several days trying to decide whether to generally trim, create a small strip or completely shave my pubic region. Eventually I decided to shave my body completely, based on the proviso that oral sex may come into play, thinking Carter would prefer me that way. After pampering myself with a long soak in hot water, scented with bath oils I made my way to the bedroom to change into my black satin and lace panties, the bullet bra, and the mini-skirt Carter chose for me. Slipping on the tight sweater and checking myself in the mirror I was amazed at the transformation, with the tight sweater enhancing the look of my breasts as they stuck out like two cones with just a hint of nipple at the extreme point. With the hem of the skirt just below mid-thigh I looked more like a whore than a mother, hoping Carter would enjoy my new look.
After applying a dab of perfume I nervously made my way down stairs to seduce my son into becoming my lover. I posed in the doorway, my arm raised, my hand resting against the frame, my legs positioned such, that my skirt was stretched tight across my thighs and butt. Considering the pose I had adopted, I knew what part of my body his eyes were focused on, my breasts. All the times I had seen him watch me I had never seen such an intense look of lust on his face. Slowly I wandered across and stood in front of him, facing him, my legs almost touching his knees. Carter leant forward and placed his hands on my hips then slid them up and down the side of my legs feeling the silkiness of the skirt. I turned side on his hand continued to feel the skirt and me at the same time. As his hand passed across my butt he gave the cheek a squeeze. I turned again, my back towards him, he touched me up with both hands groping my butt, his hands squeezing, pressing, jerking them upwards, watching them quiver, as he did my breasts.
I told him to take his hands off my ass so that I could sit on his lap, at that point my arousal was so great that I would have done anything. Carter said that he like how the bra shaped my tits and wanted to know if it was new and just kept asking question until I forced my lips against his to shut him up. As we kissed he squeezed both my breasts hard then said, as he tried to slip his hands up inside, "Take your sweater off, I want to see your tits." I kissed him again only this time he slipped his hand up under my skirt saying, "I want to see your cunt." It was obvious that Carter was becoming more confident and convinced that I wanted, or perhaps needed to have sex with him, by his language and the way he spoke to me.
I told him that if he wanted to see me naked he had better take me upstairs and undress me, and if he could do that then he could sleep in my bed and make love to me. Carter was impatient and attempted to push me off his lap and drag me upstairs. In the bedroom, I went to lie on the bed but Carter insisted that I stand in front and facing my full length mirror and he stood behind me. He put his arms around me and began squeezing and stroking my breasts, his hand following the bra's conical shape. He grabbed the bottom of my sweater, as I lifted my arms in air, and pulled it off over my head. He stood there examining my bra, never having seen one like it before, a hand wrapped around each breast enjoying the feel of satin.
Carter pushed at the pointed tips to see if my breasts filled the bra cups, and in particular to test if my nipples could be located at the very tip, which they could. When he tapped beneath each bra cup to establish if he could get my breasts jiggle around, they didn't. Clearly they were securely trapped within the bra cup which provided little or no movement at all. He unhooked the bra's clasp and slid both shoulder straps down my arms removing the bra completely and spent the next five minutes examining my breasts. I watched Carter in the mirror as he played with my breasts, pressing them, gripping them; bouncing them up and down, watching waves vibrate through the flesh, finally rolling my nipples between his fingers, telling me how beautiful my tits were, all the time glancing at himself and me in the mirror.
Moving down to my skirt he undid the clasp, then lowered the zip allowing the skirt to slip down my legs and pool at my feet. Carter stood there admiring my black satin and lace panties or at least what they were concealing. He pulled me close and kissed my neck telling me just how beautiful I was, while his hands cupped and caressed the fabric covering my pubic mound. He slipped the panties over my hips and down my legs to gather around my feet, preventing me from overbalancing while I kicked the skirt and panties aside. In the mirror I watched him place his hands over my pussy and felt his fingers slip inside me. From what I could see and feel it would seem that he was trying to stretch me. In between kisses to my neck and shoulders he would tell me about my body and just how beautiful my tits and cunt were. His language left a lot to be desired and it seemed in these times that it was more common in general conversation, probably influenced by the movies and television. Had we been in a normal mother, son relationship I would not have accepted it, however, our circumstances had dramatically changed. Standing before him naked with his fingers inside me I could no longer view our relationship as normal, although I must admit that his coarseness turned me on a little, perhaps because I found him so domineering.
Standing naked in front of my son I felt no shame, in fact I felt nothing but excitement and unconditional love for him. Moving in front of me he dropped to his knees, I felt his warm breath on my pussy as he pressed his face between my legs, nuzzling and kissing finally feeling his tongue slip inside me. It was a wonderful feeling but that was not what I wanted at that point, therefore, I stood back and suggested that he stand up because it was my turn to undress him.
I wasn't as curious about his body as much as he was of mine, except when I came to take his boxers off. Often lately I had been curious what that garment was concealing and I was about to find out, and I was not disappointed. We stood naked facing each other taking in the sights, I was a little shocked when Carter began to massage his erection while he scanned my body. I gave him a playful slap on the wrists and told him that was my job. He moved towards me, took me in his arms and we kissed. I was very conscious that my breasts were being crushed and Carter's erection jabbing into me, all due to the closeness of our bodies. I wrapped an arm around his neck and a hand around his manhood guiding it towards the entrance to my pussy, whispering in his ear that I wanted his beast inside me. Easing myself onto him we remained still, unmoving, locked together, kissing and exploring each other's body, watching myself in the mirror as I placed a second arm around his neck. Carter's hands which had been resting on my hips slid down to grip and squeeze the cheeks of my ass, his fingers slipping deep between them until I felt him touching me, unable to delve deeper unless he penetrated my body.
It was a strange feeling but I didn't object or chastise him, in case at a later date I decided it was something that could be pleasurable. I enjoyed him caressing me but could never have believed that I would enjoy that type of invasive sex, especially with my son. If I thought it enjoyable, it could have only been because he was my son that made it more exciting. Finally I asked him to lay with me on the bed and make love to me, ignoring my request he pushed me up against the open bedroom door causing it to slam shut with me rammed against it and him ramming himself against me. Eyes closed, shoulders sliding up and down the bedroom door as I was forced against it, while Carter, his face and body perspiring freely, was humping me for all his worth. It had been ten years since being made love to, but it had never been as intense as it was with Carter. We both orgasmed, although not simultaneously, Carter shortly after me which was a surprise because I was expecting some sort of premature ejaculation, he must have been more experienced than I assumed. For Carter it seemed far more physical and I suspect exhausting, however, for me, except for my cries and convulsions when I cum there seemed little physical activity, but I also was shattered. We moved onto the bed lying naked and relaxed side by side recovering from our session of intense love making.
t was feeling Carter's hand on my breast that bought me back to reality, opening my eyes to see him propped up on one arm, chin resting in the palm of his hand watching me. "You okay mom?"
"Yes darling, I feel like a whole woman again thanks to you." He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then the top of breasts, my nipples, the underside of my breasts, applying many kisses as he worked his way down towards my naval in which his tongue dwelled. Carter spread my legs, maneuvered himself a little lower and rolled between them. He began to apply light kisses around and over my pussy, occasionally looking up to assess my reaction when he dipped his tongue into me, aware of my previous rejections of his father. Having grown up and being far more worldly wise I was enjoying every minute of my son's ministrations and encouraged him to experiment further.
Carter slipped two fingers inside me sliding them in and out gradually increasing speed, working them faster and faster, obviously to induce a frenzy. He achieved his aim, my feeling of excitement turned to ecstasy as his tongue lapped across my clitoris massaging that little nub. I couldn't hold out any longer I needed him to take me, but he ignored my plea. I grabbed his hair and dragged him up and held him tight while positioning himself on his forearms and slipping his hands beneath my shoulders. Once set he looked into my eyes, I put both my arms around his neck and pulled him down until our lips met. The kiss lingered, only when we parted did I guide him into to me and whispered, "Now make love to me." He was like a maniac, forcefully ramming me with all his might, providing pure incestuous pain. It wasn't long after my orgasm that Carter injected his seed into me for a second time. It was fortunate that I had taken Scooter's advice about birth control because the way things had progressed, I could have already been pregnant.
We lay close together arms wrapped around each other kissing and cuddling and talking of our love for each other, it was no longer a game this was serious stuff. I asked Carter what he thought about our new relationship, whether it would last, and did I meet his expectations. Was he happy with the way I dressed, would he like me to dress differently, would he like me to dress sexier when we were out together? Although everything was new for us and we had only made love twice, I wanted to know if he was happy the way our sexual relationship was developing, and did he prefer my body being shaven or would he prefer me unshaven. No matter what the circumstances I wanted him to tell me the truth.
I was really nervous about what he was going to say and how he felt about me. My concern was that I had shown him my body and allowed him to have sex with me and told him how I felt about him. What if he didn't feel the same about me, what if he disrespects me, makes me dress and treats me like a whore, thinking he can have sex with me any time he chooses. I wondered if he would insist that I have sex with other men, possibly his friends and charge them for my services. Would he become my pimp and force me to walk the streets and pick up men. All sorts of scenarios went through my mind only to get worse and worse but the most frightening thing of all, whatever he would ask me to do, I would do.
His eyes said I love you, his smile said I love you, and he said, "I love you. You are the most precious thing in my life. Tonight you have given me, and allowed me to taste your beautiful body and I have given you mine. Just tell me how you would like our relationship to develop."
Tears well up in my eyes, Carters father had never said anything so sensitive like that, in fact no one had, I hugged and kissed him and he said that he understood when I told him that I wanted us to stay together permanently. Carter surprised me when he suggested that we should have some sort of ceremony to declare and affirm our love and life together, an unofficial marriage ceremony. He asked if I still had my wedding and engagement rings and provided they fitted, he wanted to slip the engagement ring on my finger while we lay together. It took a few seconds of fumbling around in the nightstand drawer to locate the ring box before passing to Carter. He took the ring from the box kissed me then slipped it on my finger then kissed me again, fortunately the ring still fitted. When I asked him if he would like me to wear a wedding dress, not only was he keen for me to wear one, he also wanted to help me pick one out. Carter said he wasn't superstitious when I said it was unlucky to see the dress before the wedding day. He pointed out that it wasn't an official wedding so it wouldn't apply.
Easing myself a little further up the bed, taking my breast in hand leaned over Carter to rub my nipple along his lips, intent on feeding my baby. As he suckled he slipped a hand between my legs and began to pleasure me with his fingers, while I caressed his manhood. Things began to get a little fraught as my arousal increased by matching my body movement with that of his fingers. There it was, another convulsing orgasm, in ecstasy I threw myself backwards on the bed ripping my nipple from Carters mouth. Carter allowed me no time to recover, immediately he swung over on top of me, and in one swift movement he slipped inside me, and began to pound away. I became frantic, still aroused from the previous orgasm I could feel my body preparing for a second. Carter showed no mercy as he pounded into me, even though I was shouting abuse at him. He just shouted back calling me a shagging incestuous whore who liked to fuck her son. I think that second orgasm was the most intensive I have experienced. Although it was the early hours of the morning, Carter was yet to be satisfied and continued to ram himself into me as I lay limp and shattered, any fight in me that I had, long gone. Finally after his orgasm he rolled off me, and while lying side by side we drifted off to sleep.
Sunday morning as I watch Carter sleeping his morning erection obvious, and although it was something that my husband encouraged me to be familiar with, I never satisfied his frustration in that area. Now that I was older and wiser, well older anyway, I saw things in a different light. Easing myself down the bed I rubbed my cheek against it, kissed and licked the top and along the shaft, before slipping it into my mouth to pleasure him with my tongue and lips. Carter was beginning to wake, I felt him stir, and as he became conscious and aware of his surroundings, I heard him give a little moan. He placed a hand on the back of my head and called me sweetheart to encourage me to go deeper and take more of him in my mouth. Never having anyone cum in my mouth before I wasn't quite sure what to expect. My intention was not to swallow but when Carter shot his load into my mouth I just couldn't cope with it all and had to swallow, it was then I realized just how over ambitious I had been.
Since it was my first experience at performing oral sex I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, but it was not as bad as I expected and would have no qualms about continuing the practice. After, I crept back up to lie in Carter's arms where we kissed and he fondled my breasts and explored the rest of my body not only with his hands but mouth as well. We made passionate love for the second time before we showered together, lathering each other's body to become slick with soap so that we could slide our bodies up against each other. Later that day in the bedroom while bent over making the bed Carter moved behind me, slipped one then two hands up my skirt and fondled me through my panties. I felt a fumbling behind me then his cock slip inside the crotch of my panties. For several minutes Carter rubbed himself against the entrance to my pussy until I felt the glow of that warm sticky sensation as it spread to trickle down my legs. Instantly he rolled off me having collapsed across my back, his weight having forced me flat down on the bed. I rolled over and kissed him. It would seem that Carter was compelled to deposit his seed somewhere on my body, his favorite was to pleasure himself between my breasts depositing his seed on my neck, face, mouth, even in my hair. This would happen after we had made love at least once.
Our relationship was developing wonderfully I had bought several items of sexy satin lingerie, the wedding dress had been ordered and we were waiting for it to be delivered. However Carter was still unaware of my association with Scooter and the scheme we cooked up to seduce him. I didn't want any secrets to exist between us so after some soul searching I decided to tell Carter the whole story. I didn't want to face him at home and therefore, considered returning, late one evening, to our secluded spot beside the river. I spoke with Carter one night after we made love and told him of my need to speak with him on serious matters and could we return to the secluded spot by the river late one evening and talk in the car. Carter suggested talking in bed with the light off. I declined his offer telling him that I felt more comfortable talking to him in the car at night by the river.
During the day of our evening talk I went shopping and bought new clothes, and prepared the station wagon for our evening together. By the time Carter arrived home it was already dark with the car parked in the driveway. Patiently he waited at the bottom of the stairs while I put the finishing touches to my outfit before posing at the top of the stairs. Wearing a red tennis skirt, the shortest I could find, and a two size smaller opaque blouse pulled tight across my braless breasts. My dark brown nipples were clearly visible centered within the not so visible pink circle of my breasts. As I walked down the stairs, the uplift of my skirt gave Carter glimpses of black satin. He drove to our secluded spot and again parked on the grassy knoll overlooking the river. I suggested we move into the back of the car, Carter open the back door and was surprised to find the back seat flat down with a satin sheet covering an inflatable mattress which filled the space behind the front seats. I lifted the tail gate and suggested we access the car from there, then turned on a curtesy light to give a dim glow inside the vehicle.
Almost immediately Carter's hand found its way up my skirt caressing me and my black satin underwear. "Darling I want you to undress me". I didn't have to ask twice his hands skillfully unbuttoned my blouse, then loosened and removed my skirt and finally my panties. I lay there naked unbuttoning and removing his shirt, and the rest of his clothes so that we were both naked. We kissed and fondled each other before I stopped him saying, "We have to talk, I have things I need to tell you, which you may not like. If we are to remain lovers I want no secrets between us." He stopped and listened suggesting that I say what I had to say. He was surprised when I told him that I started to fall in love with him almost two years ago and searched the internet for sites providing information on mother and son relationships. Of the articles written by successful mothers on their subtle ways they went about to seduce their sons. I spoke of my association with Scooter and the help he provided having contacted him after reading one of his stories.
"I needed to know whether you were sexually attracted to me. Scooter gave me lots of tips on how to evaluate your feelings, but he also explained how to set traps, once and for all to confirm whether you would be interested in having sex with me. First I needed to know if you were searching my bedroom, that's where the traps were, one in the laundry basket, one in my lingerie drawer and one in the drawer in which I keep my lady products, you know the one. The trap was set by placing items in a certain position then a photograph taken on my phone, then the following night compare the layout with the picture on my phone.
"If anything had been moved then I knew you were checking things out in my bedroom, and you were. Knowing you were handling my underwear excited me and to think you could be wearing it excited me further. The first stage in the seduction was whether you thought I should wear a shorter skirt, then to get you to take me shopping to pick one out for me. For that day I wore a soft bra and tight sweater that showed off my nipples. The second stage was when you searched my nightstand drawer and disturbed and read the folded incestuous story, and opened the box of condoms. The third stage was the restaurant and this secluded spot where I let you kiss me. The final stage was when I sat on your lap wearing the short skirt, tight sweater and bullet bra."
The problem about my confessing in the semi-darkness was that I couldn't judge his reaction, and there was a long period of silence when I thought he would never speak to me again. I couldn't stand it any longer I needed know his attitude towards me. "Darling please talk to me, tell me you still love me, tell me you understand."
"Caroline you are a fucking slut, but you're my slut and you will do everything I ask of you. Tonight I will tie you to the bed and fuck your ass, but now I'm going to fuck your cunt."
"Carter don't you dare talk to me like that, I don't care what you think of me, but I will not stand being spoken to like that."
"Then slut perhaps we should discontinue this relationship, I've had everything I wanted from you except your ass, it's your choice."
His attitude really took me by surprise it looked as though I was losing him, suddenly I started crying because I thought he didn't love me and I was nothing but a sexual toy. What was I to do? Carter put an arm around me and pulled me close, through my tears I apologized to him, telling him he could talk to me anyway he wanted to. I was worried in case he was thinking about calling our wedding off, I know it wasn't a real wedding, but in my mind it was. Carter apologized to me saying that he shouldn't have spoken to me like that, blaming it on the reaction from my confession. Regardless how he was about to treat me I encouraged him to make love, and it was probably the most romantic and tender session ever. After as we cuddled and kissed we spoke of our wedding and future life together. I asked him if he would like me to have his baby, he thought me sweet but was concerned for the child's wellbeing and I really didn't want to go through all that again, so we decided not to have a family.
Several weeks later the wedding dress was delivered, and unbeknown to Carter I tried it on when he was not around. We had the ceremony as planned which took place in our sitting room, then after, dressed in our going away outfits, bought especially for the occasion, we went on holiday. I like to think of it as a honeymoon, never having had one when I married Carter's father.
Upon our return from the honeymoon I sent Scooter an email letting him know that that we had achieved our goals and that everything was perfect between myself and Carter. His reply was a little surprising, first he congratulated us; secondly he asked our permission to write our story with a few embellishments. He would write it from my point of view as if I was the narrator and would continue to use our code names. Carter and I discussed the matter and we couldn't see any problems and agreed that Scooter should write our story. Two months later we received an email from Scooter telling us that the story had been accepted and published under the title, "Seeking Advice."
The End