EDITED VERSION OF "A LOVING MOM SHOULD SEDUCE HER SON", CH. 2
Brian's spring break was one of Heather's happiest weeks in her life. Brian proved to be a tender and attentive lover.
Every day, when Heather came home from work, Brian had dinner on the table. Afterwards, he would give her a massage and then they would fuck like animals. Sometimes they would fuck again in the morning. Brian was excited to explore sex and eager to please his mother.
After one morning lay, he moaned to her, "I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than your beautiful pussy.'
"I could say the same thing about your cock, loverboy," Heather responded.
Heather was delighted that her plan had worked out so well. When she was honest with herself, Heather understood that while many things motivated her seduction of her son, most important were her own sensual desires. She thought having sex with Brian would be fun and hot. Now Heather was thoroughly convinced her decision was one of the best things she had ever done in her life.
For all her love of Brian and her late husband Gary, Heather believed that her own wants and needs trumped everything else. Few things were more important to those wants and needs than a really good sex life. She had too often lacked that. If her son could provide her with that -- plus the adoring, unconditional love he had always given her -- not only was it not wrong to fuck her son, it was absolutely right.
Sex had become an occasional thing for her; some random guy she met in a bar or on-line when she wanted to get laid. Now she was getting as much as she could handle, maybe more. Brian was getting so much experience that he was really improving fast. Heather loved teaching her son about sex, trying different positions, showing him ways to get her off. She enjoyed being on top the most. Naturally, she liked being in control.
She realized that it was just a continuation of the years she had spent educating her son, introducing him to books and movies she enjoyed, showing him how to present himself better, making meals together so he would know how to cook. She realized that she was being a very maternal lover -- and she privately admitted that. Brian's mother had taught him so much. Why not teach him in bed as well? She was surprised that more mothers didn't sleep with their sons.
Brian and Heather were overjoyed that they had finally been able to express their passion for each other. But they also knew that they had to keep secret what they were doing. How they yearned to find somewhere that they could be lovers in public!
** *
When Brian returned to college, the two of them kissed and cried for several minutes before he could compose himself and get into his car. Their emails and texts were lengthy and frequent.
Brian's few friends teased him. Did he have a girlfriend? Was he talking with his Mom? He couldn't explain that he was talking to both at the same time. Heather had given him a couple of books on performing cunnilingus and Brian read them obsessively between his studies.
Meanwhile Heather spent the days yearning for her son's touch, for sharing her bed with him. She realized that she would rather spend her weeknights masturbating thinking of Brian than trying once again to find the rare man she thought worthy of her attentions. Brian came home almost every weekend now. He had never had many friends at college, so why stick around? Why chase girls (never something he was good at, anyway), when none were as sexy, as loving, as fascinating as his own mother?
He did continue enjoy spending time with Dr. York -- she had hired him as her research assistant. She increasingly shared her troubles with him, telling him that the spark had gone out of her marriage. Sometimes they would work well into the evening, just the two of them. His friends teased him about Dr. York as well. Were they a couple? What was it like to sleep with a woman old enough to be his mother? Dr. York more than once told him what a handsome young man he was. Did he have a girlfriend? Someone special in his life? He told her she was special to him.
On Friday nights, when Brian came home, they would leap into each other's arms as soon as he crossed the doorway. Heather realized that she had not felt emotions like this since the early days with Gary. She could tell by the light in Brian's eyes that he was deep in the throes of his first real love. His affection was so intense it felt like sunbathing nude on a beach on a clear day, but with no chance of getting burned. A world where she felt adored and worshipped was a just world.
Heather's plan to turn her son into her ideal lover continued to produce results. His pussy eating skills were improving rapidly, and Heather was getting all the orgasms she felt she deserved. Brian regularly cooked dinner for the two of them and his meals were growing in sophistication. He gave her massages and foot rubs regularly. He cooed sweet nothings at every opportunity. Heather had never felt so loved.
Heather realized that she had made a mistake by treating Gary as an equal or, even worse, as her superior. He instead needed a strong woman in his life. If she had played that role, he would still be around. She would not repeat that mistake. Even as they celebrated their love, Heather made clear to Brian that she was the dominant player in their affair. To her delight, Brian took to his natural submissive role with joy. She told him how to behave and he obeyed.
When Heather saw her son's head between her legs, when she heard him accept her orders without question, and when he kneeled before her to rub and kiss her feet, she was confident of her judgment.
Heather also began to see her son as a real adult. He read the books she assigned and his conversation accordingly grew more sophisticated. His tastes followed hers. He loved white wine and romantic ballads, prestige dramas and liberal politics. She selected his wardrobe and he began dressing like a suave young man, not a teenage boy. When they went out to dine or shop together. she looked at her son with pride.
Her ability to enjoy her creation was limited. When they went out to restaurants, they had to act solely as mother and son -- which of course, they were -- but never as the lovers they also were. She dreamed of showing the world her passion for the handsome young man she had created -- in more ways than one.
***
She eventually decided to book a hotel room for a weekend in the nearest big city. Of course, they spent most of their time in bed together. There they could stroll hand in hand. They could kiss over a restaurant table. They could pose as cougar and cub, sophisticated older woman and her cute boy toy.
Their hotel's lounge had an 80s / 90s dance party that Saturday. It had been so long since Heather had gone dancing, especially with a handsome young man like Brian. They had so much fun together! Heather saw plenty of women her age dancing, many alone or with groups of other women. She just knew they were jealous.
Late that night, Heather dragged Brian into the ladies' room. "I want to fuck you so bad," she whispered in his ear. With a couple of soccer moms watching incredulously, she led him into a stall. She pulled down his pants and underwear and liberated his hard prick. He pushed her dress up and pulled down her panties.
They pressed against the stall wall and abruptly started fucking. The other women in the bathroom could hear their cries and moans. Brian's thick dick pushed in and out of her. She groaned louder and louder. The thrill of breaking the rules and the danger of being caught made her wetter than ever. She could tell by the intensity of his fucking that Brian was bonkers with desire, too. "Fucking give me that fucking big cock," she moaned.
At one point, Heather shouted, "Give Mama what she likes!" When they stepped out, Heather shot the gals a look of triumph. They could only stare in wonderment. Heather laughed to herself. Probably half of those women don't have sex anymore, she thought. If she could feel compassion, she would be sorry for them.
But they still had to be cautious. Heather was always looking around to see if anyone she knew might see them.
***
That Mother's Day, Heather woke up to see Brian serving her breakfast in bed. Looking around, she spotted a Mother's Day bouquet with the usual spring mix of flowers.
Brian also handed her a dozen long stemmed roses, with a card reading, "Heather, the girl of my dreams, the love of my life, the passion of my nights. Love, Brian." She thought, "What a sweetie she had raised!" Smart, too, given how he adored her.
They were soon kissing passionately. Brian worked his way down her body, worshiping every inch of her.
He then began kissing and sucking her clit. He buried his face in her crotch and swiftly went to work. How quickly he had learned!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, lick it, lick it, lick it right there," she cried out. "Don't stop, oh fuck yeah." She breathed harder and harder and her body began to tremble. She placed one hand on Brian's head and used the other to caress her tits.
After she had come, she told Brian to lie back. She then straddled his face, pushing her pussy onto him, so that he could barely breathe. She fondled her breasts as she watched her son worship her snatch.
She thrust her crotch into his face over and over, greedily taking Brian's attentions. Before long, she was coming again. When she dismounted, she realized that her juices were covering her son's face.
He looked beautiful.
