A Loving Mom Should Seduce Her Son Ch 06

Russell Witt told his wife that he would have to be away for most of the summer, preaching in Central America. His assistant pastor would take care of the Mountain Mission Church.

"I need to spread the word of God to all people!" Russell told Gina over breakfast one morning.

"I don't think they'll understand the word from him, given that he can barely speak Spanish," Gina thought. "I think he is more interested in spreading his seed to the chicas. He's probably Googling 'age of consent in El Salvador.'"

"I am sure you'll do great!," Gina piped up.

She was thrilled to have so much of the summer with her precious boy. Now that Lauren and Emma were gone (and good for them), she could enjoy quality mother-son time.

It was fun finding things that they both enjoyed. Nicholas had played a little tennis in high school. Gina had fun hitting the courts with him, even playing doubles with her friends. It gave her the opportunity to ogle her son's maturing body -- and to show him that his mom could still look good in a pair of shorts.

Gina had privately told Heather of her plans and her friend encouraged her. Following her recommendations, Gina walked around their home in a robe with just a bra and panties on. She had them watch movies racier than what Russell normally allowed. They usually ended up lying on the couch with their arms around each other.

She had to repress her giggles when she saw her son trying to hide his boners. Of course, they watched some silly comedies that teenage boys enjoyed. Gina shared some laughs with her son, then some hugs, then a kiss on the cheek....

Sometimes she reminisced about her days before she met Russell. The parties she attended, the guys she dated, the revolving door on her bedroom.....There was a "Good Gina" the wife and mother and there was "Bad Gina," the horny party girl. She was letting her son see "Bad Gina."

She enjoyed treating Nicholas as a husband-substitute. He certainly was an improvement over the original. They cooked dinner together. They relaxed on the patio during those summer nights, sipping beer ('don't tell your father"). She gave him long, lingering hugs before he went off to his summer job..

***

A couple of weeks after her husband left, Gina decided that it was time for her to pounce.

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, Gina sat in her bedroom alone. Russell was gone -- and for a good long time. She took a little nap.

When she woke up, she saw Nicholas in her doorway. "Do you need anything, Mom?"

"No, honey. Thank you for asking." With his father away, Nicholas could be such a sweet boy.

Nicholas sat at the end of the bed, rubbing his mother's feet. Gina patted on the bed next to her.

"C'mon, baby. Sit next to Mommy."

Nicholas lay down. Gina draped her arm around him. She gave him a little kiss.

Gina loved lying next to her son like this. It was such an intimate feeling. She also realized that it was time for her to make her move.

"Have you done anything with girls yet? Besides kissing, I mean." She knew her handsome son was popular with girls, but his Christian school taught very conservative values. She also knew that half the male teachers were "spreading the gospel" to female students.

Nicholas blushed. "A few months ago, Kayla gave me....uh...a hand job." Kayla had been his girlfriend.

"I told Dad about it. First, he gave me a high-five. But then he told me that Kayla was doing the work of Satan. Tell her to repent of her sins. Whores like her led men down the wrong path."

Gina was enraged at her husband. But she felt pity for her son.

She tousled his hair. This was her chance to bring him up right.

"Baby, your father knows less about women and sex than a hog knows about Christmas."

Nicholas looked shocked.

"There's nothing wrong with a woman enjoying sex. In fact, you should learn how to please women."

She leaned in and kissed her son on the lips. Nervously, her son kissed her back. She put her arms around him and held him close.

Gina slipped him the tongue. Before long, they were rolling around the bed, gripping each other so that their bodies were almost glued together.

Gina felt her son's erection. She could tell that he was embarrassed, so she teased him gently.

"My, you are a growing boy, Nicholas."

She stuck her hand down his shorts and groped him. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Then she kissed his chest, flicking his nipples with her tongue.

"Now, you do it."

Nicholas nervously unbuttoned his mother's blouse. Gina undid her bra for him. She laid back on the bed, showing off her boobs to her awestruck son.

"Suck on them, baby. I want to feel your tongue on me."

She guided her son's head to her chest. Nicholas gently sucked on her nipples while Gina stroked his hair.

She slid off her shorts. Then she guided his right hand to her panties. She placed her hand over him and guided him as he caressed her pussy. She surprised by how wet she was getting.

They made out passionately.

Feeling her tongue entwined with her son's, Gina could only think, "They say this is wrong, but it feels so right."

She pulled off his shorts and underwear. Then she began stroking his hard cock.

"You're bigger than your father, you know." (She wasn't lying).

She felt Nicholas's cock twitch. After stroking him a little more, she worked her way down his chest until she was licking his balls. Nicholas 's eyes pretty much rolled back in his head.

As Gina started stroking her son's cock, she felt a shiver throughout her body.

She felt free. Free from goddam Russell. Free from religious bullshit. Free from people who would judge her. Free from society's fucking nonsense.

Gina was jerking her beautiful son's beautiful cock. And she just didn't give a fuck about those who said it was wrong.

She soon began licking her son's balls and then up along his shaft. She heard Nicholas moan. Blowjobs had been a chore with Russell, she just hated getting him off anymore. But with her son, it was a real treat.

"Son, we're almost ready. But it's time you learn something about Mommy's private parts."

She slid up on the bed, until she was looking into her son's face.

Gina pulled down her panties. She had shaven herself smooth once Russell took off. Now she was able to show her baby boy where he had come from.

She took her son's right hand and brought it down to her crotch.

"See, that's Mommy's special place. Stroke it, baby. Not too hard!"

Gina wasn't an idiot. She figured Nicholas had seen pornography -- who hasn't? But her maternal guidance helped this moment feel all the more intimate.

She told Nicholas to slide a finger into her.

"There you go, boy. Just push it and out, first gradually, then speed it up.. Mmmmmm....yes, Nicky boy, do it."

She then took his right hand and put it on her clit.

"Just rub it, babe. Girls really, really like to be touched there."

After several minutes, she felt it was time.

"We're going to do it, son. Are you ready?"

Nicholas nodded.

Gina straddled her son's hard dick. Staring down at her adorable boy, she lowered herself on him. She felt his cock inside him and she started to vigorously bounce on it. Her boobs were bouncing while her whole body quivered with joy.

"I'm fucking my son," Gina thought.

"I'm fucking my fucking son and I fucking love it. Fuck you, Russell."

Gina said to her son, "You're doing great! Reach up and feel your mommy's boobs."

Nicholas had a nice thick cock and he was stretching his mother good -- better than his father ever could. Not that they had had sex much in the past few years. He didn't have much to say -- mostly grunts.

But he suddenly burst out, "I love you, Mom!"

Gina had to stop herself from giggling. She knew that the one thing you don't do during a boy's first time was laugh.

She squeezed hard on his cock and rubbed her clit. To her surprise, she came easily. Maybe it was the joy of breaking the taboo?

Nicholas lasted pretty long for a first-timer but he finally began to spurt.

"Do it, babe. Give your mother your seed!"

After a few more thrusts, he was drained. Gina rolled off and lay beside her son, kissing him and tousling his hair.

"Well, there you go, Nick. You did it!"

Nicholas shot her a goofy grin.

.

"Yes, I did!"

"Wasn't that fun?"

"It sure was, Mom!"

"It's not like your father says. It's not evil. And women have just as much right to enjoy it as do men."

Nicholas eagerly nodded.

"Don't tell your father about this!"

***

Heather felt so proud at Brian's graduation. He graduated cum laude, a tribute both to him and to her skill at molding him into the young man he had become.

Brian went to work at Manning Property Management, again at his mother's side, but now formally her deputy.

Heather loved spending so much time with her son. At work, they were partners. At home, they were lovers, lying together every night. They might as well be a married couple -- but the passion was still as strong as it had been during the early years with her husband Gary.

When young women came along who might disrupt their idyll, Heather found ways to blow them off. Anyway, she and Juliet and Tanya kept him busy enough to drain even a young man's libido.

But Heather lived in the real world. Someday, Brian would need to find a woman closer to his own age with whom he could form a partnership. She understood, however, that she knew what was best for her son. She would find a woman good enough for Brian and then she would make the decision for them to wed.

Heather had always practiced "creative accounting" in her business, She figured that since she built Manning Property Management, she deserved a few extras.

And after all, they had paid to give Brian a comfortable lifestyle. What could be wrong about taking care of her beautiful boy? Her shenanigans had helped her give him the little things, like the Lexus she had presented him for his birthday.

Over the years, Heather had cultivated connections in the IRS that could alert her to any trouble brewing.

One of her buddies informed her that agent Anita Galindo was leading the investigation. This was bad news -- Galindo had a reputation as a "killer." She had brought down numerous businesses that played games with their books.

But her contacts also informed her of Galindo's vulnerabilities. She was pushing 60, in a marriage that had long since gone cold. She gave off the vibes of a woman who hadn't had sex in years. She seemed like she had accepted that no one would ever again find her attractive.

After dinner one night, Heather sat down with Brian and explained the situation. Brian nodded. He had come to share his mother's ruthlessness. They agreed on a plan: Brian would seduce her, make love to her, and then blackmail her by threatening to tell her husband. Heather had obtained pictures and a physical description of Anita: she was a petite Latina with dyed black hair.

Brian began hanging around O'Connell's Bar and Grill, a little joint in Beaver Garden, which was Anita's usual hangout. One evening, Brian hit the jackpot. He spotted Anita at a table in the back, emptying a martini glass. This was clearly not her first of the night.

"What's happening?" Brian said flippantly, shooting a smile at her, while he stared into her eyes. "Mind if I sit down?"

Brian turned on the charm but not so excessively that he seemed fake. They chatted for an hour and Brian got her number. They met up at O'Connell's a couple of times again but then switched to places where no one knew them.

Finally, Anita told her that she was going on a business trip to Fanny Fields. If he could get there on his own, Brian could share a room with her. That they would also be sharing a bed didn't need to be spelled out.

Brian cleared his plans with Heather. She told him to use his phone to record his sessions with Anita.

Brian and Anita spent four nights together. He was impressed by how eager she was to please him. Anita clearly had not had any action in a long time. She also was flattered by the attentions of a younger man.

Brian played his recordings for his mother. Heather nodded. This was exactly what she wanted. Anita's moans of pleasure. Brian's grunts as he penetrated her.

Late one night, after Anita had dozed off, Brian slipped down to the lobby. He met his mother and her best friend Juliet. Without saying a word, they took the elevator to the third floor. He let them into Room 316.

"Out of bed, bitch!," Juliet yelled. "Do you know how old this boy is? Do you, do you?"

Anita immediately woke up, rolled over to the end of the bed, then stood up. She looked at them incredulously.

"He may be a boy, but he's legal. He doesn't look that young."

Heather quickly switched to Plan B.

"What do you think your husband would think? Slutting around with a boy young enough to be your son."

Heather played the recordings for Anita. One session after another. Anita's cries of ecstasy repeated themselves as if on a tape loop.

Anita's expression changed immediately.

"Don't -- don't -- please don't."

She began to cry.

"I'm just a foolish old lady who wanted a little comfort. So stupid, so stupid."

Brian instinctively put his arm around Anita. He had grown to care about her. He hated to see her suffer.

Heather and Juliet sat down on the bed. Juliet explained the deal.

"First of all, you are going to leave Heather Manning the fuck alone. You are going to tell your superiors that you didn't find enough to build a case worthy of prosecution. You will hand copies of all material from the investigation. That way, Heather will be able to arrange her affairs so that you dipshits will leave her alone."

Heather added, "We'll also have evidence that you took care of my case because we were blackmailing you. So if anyone comes after me, they'll come after you, too."

Anita nodded. She admitted that while Heather had definitely done some dodgy stuff, she was probably going to recommend that there wasn't enough to warrant further investigation. But she certainly didn't want to risk blackmail or worse.

"I'll take the deal."

Juliet patted her hand on Anita's cheek.

"Good girl. And to show our good faith, we'll comp your future sessions with Brian. We usually charge for his attentions."

Anita smiled. Brian kissed her on the cheek.

Heather Manning had no more problems with the IRS.

***

When Russell returned from El Salvador, he looked like shit. He always denied touching alcohol but Gina knew better. His eyes were bleary, his face red and unshaven.

He rambled on about how he had fought Satan all the way through Central America. He castigated the "whores" he saw on every street.

"He probably fucked every one," thought Gina. "Can I keep going on with this? I really can't."

Russell's behavior did not improve. He drank and lied about his drinking. He philandered and lied about his philandering. He continued to rant about the evils of "whores" and "Jezebels."

Gina had made her decision. She knew her way around the law well enough to be sure she could get what she needed

One evening, Russell had come home from the chapel. Probably after boning another barely-legal parishioner, Gina thought.

When Gina went into the kitchen to make dinner, Nicholas asked if he could help.

Russell barked at him, "Men don't do women's work. She needs to serve her proper role."

If Gina hadn't decided to end her marriage, hearing her husband act like an ass would have confirmed it.

After dinner, Nicholas went up to his room to play video games. Russell walked down into the basement and then came back up after about five minutes. I know what he was doing there, Gina thought.

Russell and Gina sat awkwardly in the living room, Russell half-asleep in his chair. Gina glaring at him from the couch. After about ten minutes of tense silence, Gina stated her thoughts bluntly.

"I've had enough of your shit. I want a divorce."

"What?"

"You heard me. I don't want to be married to you anymore. You've turned into an abusive creep,"

At first, Russell looked dumbstruck. Then he began yelling incoherently about how Gina was a harlot seduced by the ways of Satan. She was on the express lane to Hell.

"Woman! The Devil has taken your heart and turned you against your true master! Me!"

Surprised by the raised voices, Nicholas walked down the stairs and into the living room.

"This is all the fault of feminism, the work of the devil! Women are meant to obey, men to lead," Russell cried out, his face turning red. He clearly had gotten into the whiskey that he claimed not to touch.

Despite her solid Republican credentials, Gina snorted.

"Whenever a woman shows that she is anything except a doormat, creeps like you blame feminism. Look in the mirror for once. You're a stinking hypocrite. Listen, buddy, if you want to fuck around, fuck around. But give me the same freedom. And stop acting so high and mighty, telling everybody what sinners they are for liking sex."

Russell turned to his son.

"Son, this is what it has come to. When you let women get out of control they turn to the dark side. You must always exercise your authority."

Nicholas stared at his father.

"That's bullshit, Dad. You can only afford your lifestyle because Mom makes so much more money than you, And instead of being thankful and enjoying yourself, you blame her for your fucked-up issues. Women are good. Sex is good. Women enjoying sex are good. My mother isn't a harlot. She is a beautiful, wonderful woman."

He stood next to his mother. He gently kissed her on her cheek. He then put his arm around her, symbolically siding with her against Russell's pathetic attempts at tyranny.

Russell damned them both and walked out the back door.

***

Gina's business success meant that she could hire the best divorce lawyer in town. She took Russell to the cleaners. She and Nicholas spent the rest of the summer in bed together. Even after Nicholas went to college, they found ways to spend lots of quality time together.

Of course, Gina had to share her secret with Heather, who had turned her on to mother-son love. They celebrated with daiquiris on Heather's patio.

Later that summer, Heather and Brian invited Gina and Nicholas to spend a week at Point Jocasta with them and with other mother-son couples. They shared a cabin and enjoyed sharing their beds with each other. Gina and Heather each benefited from the other's skill at educating her son in the erotic arts. Brian took pride in showing Nicholas how best to please his mother orally. The last night, they had a foursome on the beach that greatly entertained the other visitors.

Heather also showed her special hairbrush to Gina. Gina found it fascinating but didn't have the heart to use it on Nicholas.

***

After college, Angela moved to Fannysburg, a big city a few hours' drive away. She moved in with her sorority sister, Maddy Geiger.

Maddy had been openly bisexual in college but by her senior year, she was really focused on women. She also had a reputation in the sorority house for being on the prowl for pussy -- and often finding it. Maddy had shoulder-length brown hair, deep brown eyes, and perky little tits. Running up and down the soccer field had given her a tight, toned body. Her athletic skill not only won the admiration of her teammates but also got her into many of their shorts.

During her college years, Maddy had cultivated a network of powerful women -- many of them gay or bi -- and it helped her get her first job, at a prominent public relations firm. She even found a place for Angela.

When people found out that Angela and Maddy were going to be roommates, people teased them that they were now a couple. "Angela and Maddy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."