My mother is your standard single mother with a full-time job. She is what you would call "big-boned." She isn't overweight in any sense of the word, but she isn't skinny either. Her breasts are DD and she has an ample ass too. She just turned 39 a month after my eighteenth birthday. She has tried to slim down by swimming, yoga, jogging, etc, but just can't lose the weight. She has always had a bubbly personality, but I know her inability to lose weight was a sore spot for her. She never dresses scantily or provocatively, and so prefers a business style of dress. Mom and I had always had a very close, honest, and loving relationship. It was not a rare occasion to have us snuggled together on the couch watching tv in comfortable silence. I often worried about her happiness and being alone because I couldn't remember her ever having dated anyone. My dad died when I was 4 and I only had vague memories of a male figure from my early childhood.
I was 18 and fresh out of high school. My grades had been high enough that I had scored a business scholarship in the fall and had already been head-hunted by a business firm that not only paid me very well but that I could use the job experience towards my degree and graduate even sooner. Mom had immediately taken me out and bought me a number of new suits to get me started, but in no time at all, I had already paid her back from the money I was making. Mom and I had settled back into our same routine as when I had been in high school, only now we both went to work in the mornings.
I don't believe I actually started out with the plan to seduce my mom, but I was certainly wanting to see how far I could push her and see where it could go. So my mother made the mistake of leaving her laptop open and logged onto her preferred porn site. She had just left to go to the store and I decided to have some fun. I quickly took a screenshot of her login data for later. I then looked through her search history and favorites. She apparently had a kinky streak. Her favorites included submissive female, forced sexual slavery, public humiliation, light bondage, etc. I smiled and felt my cock grow hard imagining my prim and proper mother masturbating to these videos. Deciding on a plan, I added mother/son incest to her list of notifications and preferences. This would have the effect of showing her the latest and best movies and clips of mothers enjoying the sexual attention of their sons. I made sure to leave her laptop exactly as I found it before she got home.
Later on my own laptop, I logged into her account and checked how often she is online and for how long. Apparently, my mother had a very active sex drive. She was online for at least 20 minutes a day, and sometimes more than once a day. I smiled when I looked more closely at her watch history and was able to see the steady progression from straight-laced porn into her now preferred fetishes. She didn't seem to go for the sadomasochistic or water sports, for which I was glad. Making a point to her usual times to log in, I logged off and couldn't wait to see the results.
Over the course of the next week, I watched her watch history begin to add some of the mother/son incest porn. At first, it was only the trailers, but she began to watch a few minutes here and there until she was watching a lot of incest porn. Taking a closer look, I found that her favorite scenes seemed to include actors that resemble me and actresses that resemble her. I looked back into her browsing history and discovered her erotic story account. I skimmed through her stories and found her preferred fetishes extended here as well, but I also found several newly favorited stories involving mother/son incest.
Seeing all of this, I started wondering how far I could push this. Making a basic plan, I read through her favorite stories over the course of a week and even made notes. Mom seemed to prefer the man to take the lead and make the decisions in sex or at least in her sexual fantasies. I wondered if she would be as susceptible to a dominant male personality in real life. I would have to play this very subtly. She also seemed to really enjoy the scenes where they make actively seduced the female or got her so worked up that "she had no other choice but to submit to her own sex drive."
Over the course of the next few weeks, I began to take a more dominant role in the day-to-day life at our house. I began making suggestions about what we should eat, movies and tv shows to watch, our duo yoga exercises, and how we should dress. I made it a point to always make choices that she would enjoy, but the plan began to work and after a while, mom began asking my advice on almost all of her decisions. She always wanted to know what I thought or what I wanted.
Her porn and erotic stories also seemed to be half submissive female/dominant male and half mother/son scenarios. I noticed she spent a lot of her time enjoying the few with a dominant son and a submissive mother. Not wanting to scare her off or warn her as to my ultimate plans, I started my next phase slowly. I would compliment her on her figure or how she looked in certain clothes. I would compliment her on good life choices and her independence. I even began saying things about my hopes of finding a girl like her someday. I could tell my words had an effect on her. She blushed constantly at my compliments, became more confident in herself, and seemed to only dress in clothing that I had said looked good on her.
I always made it a point of helping around the house and assisting her in anything she needed. With my work, I was bringing in plenty of money that I suggested we just put into a joint account so I could do my part in paying the bills. Mom tried to persuade me against this, saying that it was my money and I should use it to have fun or save for a rainy day. I argued that I could easily have a normal amount withdrawn every month by the bank and placed into a savings account. Several times I even commented on my responsibilities as the man of the house. Mom quickly submitted to my wishes and thanked me for all of my help. She even began referring to me as the man of the house and began taking a much more obvious subservient role to me.
I had also begun modifying our innocent touches, hugs, and kisses. Our touches became more intimate in a casual sort of way I would hold her hand during conversations, I would place a hand on her thigh if we were seated, I rested my hand on her lower back if we were standing, and I would trail my fingers lightly over her body if we were having a serious discussion. During hugs my hands would slowly drift to her hips or her ass, I might drop my head to her neck and smell her scent or place a kiss to her skin, or I might just hold her to me a few seconds longer than normal. When we would kiss hello, goodbye, or any other normal situation I would move my lips from her cheek and closer to her mouth, I would wrap my arms around her and hold my lips in place, I would add a quiet moan of contentment, and I would go back for another quick kiss afterward.
Deciding to take my plan to the next level, one night during dinner I casually asked, "Mom, do you like to watch porn?"
Mom was clearly shocked that I would ask her this question and with a blush rising to her cheeks asked, "Why would you ask me that?"
I shrugged and stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "A bunch of the younger men and women at work got onto the topic today and that eventually lead us to discussing our preferences in porn. The whole conversation got me curious and since you and I had always been honest and open with each other I didn't think that asking your honest opinion wouldn't be a problem."
I laid this on pretty thick and mom began to feel bad for her reaction to my innocent question. She enjoyed our relationship and wanted to prove that she trusted her son with such information.
So blushing furiously she finally stated, "I suppose I watch porn as much as any other grown single woman."
I nodded and admitted nonchalantly, "I like watching porn too from time to time."
