Hi, my name is Tom, or Tommy as my mother calls me, I will be 19 in 2 months time, am a regular student living at home still because I didn't want to leave my mother on her own, the main reason being is I want to seduce her, make love to her, and everything that a young man would with a mother who looks like mine does, I have always wanted to fuck her ever since I learned about wanking, and then later what fucking a woman means. I suppose that stems from a young age.
I have never known my father, never wanted to either, I was the product of my mother's rape when she was 15 years old, she is the only daughter of two very rich parents, which was lucky for me in the long run, they are all stout Catholics so the idea of an abortion was a definite no. Which again I can assure you was lucky for me for obvious reasons.
So I appeared on planet Earth 2 months before my moms 16th birthday, she refused to have me adopted and brought me up mostly on her own but with great financial assistance from her very loving mom and dad, who in turn loved me for who I was, a little baby who needed, and got a loving environment. They bought her a house, and provided it, her and me with all we needed, including a monthly check into an account for her to bring me up on etc.
I went through school, growing into a well adjusted young man, with a loving mother, who never dated much although from time to time a babysitter was hired if Nana and Grandpa were not available, I realised as I got into my teens that mom did have intermittent boyfriends, but not a regular one, and even girlfriends, who sometimes stayed over, and even slept in my moms room, I can still remember going into her room on 2 or more different occasions and finding her in bed with a woman friend, but was assured by her that they were just friends, just like women are friends, so I never bothered about it, it wasn't until I was older that I learned about lesbianism, but even then I was ok with it.
My mom is Michelle, lovely long blonde soft silky hair, beautiful face, 5ft 4" and a good body, and because of my friends as I grew older making lewd comments, MILF etc, I started fancying her sexually, from about 16 years old to the present day.
I had tried a few times to let her know what I was feeling in several different ways, I tried the loving son approach, touching, hugging, kissing even a quick feel here and there and always got a gentle brush off.
I got to the point where I didn't know what to do to seduce her in any way shape or form, I was lost as it were, then the strangest thing happened, let me say first my mom wasn't my sole object of desire, I was reasonably successful with the girls, so I was aware of what to do when it came to being nice to the opposite sex, I have been told I am quite good looking, same blonde hair as my mom, maybe a bit darker, 6ft tall, but it wasn't until I started going out with Stella that an idea was formed.
I must backtrack here a little, I met Stella in the dining hall one lunch time, I say met, I did know her, she is the same age as me, but all we had ever really said to each other was the odd hello, any way this particular lunch time I was at a table on my own eating an apple and staring into space somewhere when I heard a thump, I turned and there was Stella sitting down with an hello and a smile for me at my table, let me tell you, that when Stella smiles it dims the sun, its so bright, dazzling and captivating, she is about 5ft 8" tall, beautiful, great to look at in every department, doesn't walk, she floats, coffee coloured, and most of the lads in college fancied her like mad, including me, her hair is like thick black silk, her lips are African / Caribbean in shape and fullness. And her skin is satin smooth.
She was also known in college to swing both ways, but as I said previously I don't have a problem with that. We chatted, I had always wanted to ask her on a date, but never really had the opportunity until now, but even then I was thinking I was out of her league. Anyway I plucked up courage to ask, and did so with a certain amount of nervousness, expecting a flat out no, sorry.
Can you imagine my surprise when she said yes immediately and also said that she had been waiting for months for me to do so, and that was the reason she had sat at my table, to try and push me into it. I was totally gob smacked, we had our first date that night, and 3 months later we are going strong, to the jealousy of lots of my mates and others.
Last month I took her home to meet my mom, who loved her right off, I had of course told her all about Stella, so there were no surprises, she became a regular visitor to my house, she lived in a bed sit so loved coming over, we had started having sex, and we couldn't get enough of each other.
We had talked of her feelings for other women, I assured her it was okay with me if she wanted to keep up to speed in that department. As long as it didn't affect our relationship, she said that, that would never happen.
Then one night we were talking, and it was one of those sessions where the truth has to be admitted for fear of spoiling what we had together. She asked me what my utmost secret desire was.
I hesitantly told her of my feelings for my mother and desires a son shouldn't have for his mom, and that given the chance if opportunity presented itself I was sure I would go ahead and have sex with her, I apologised immediately, thinking I had hurt her by saying such an awful thing, she had her hand over her mouth and was gaping at me, she couldn't speak, such was the shock, when she did remove her hand, she kissed me lovingly and said that it was ok, she understood and that she thought it was normal for a boy to want to love his mother, especially one who looked as good as mine.
It was then that I got a greater shock; Stella told me she would like to bed my mom too, and have her way with her! That she thought she was just about the sexiest woman she had ever met, I was flabbergasted and turned on mightily although I wasn't to know that until Stella grabbed my cock and after a few strokes I shot my load into my pants!
I said 'Stella we've got to talk about this.'
'I know' she said. So we spent a long time discussing it, and much to my further surprise, Stella gave me her take on my mom, which mainly was, she thought my mom was a bit of a submissive, and would be susceptible to a dominant approach, although it was never obvious to me.
It was after that, and much further discussion mainly after making love to each other, we started formulating a plan to seduce her into a loving relationship with both Stella and I.
I had explained my futile attempts to Stella to seduce or even get close to mom in that way, I said I was sure she knew what I had attempted to do, all this before I took up with her.
Then Stella said, 'well it's going to have to be me that does it, that seduces her into readiness for us.'
We knew we would only ever have one chance, and if it failed it would never ever materialise.
Stella started coming round more often, I would leave them alone for periods of time so she could get to know her more intimately, and as a friend, they even went out together, and mom started confiding in her, to the point where Stella refused to tell me some of mom's confidences. I accepted there were things I didn't need know, then came the day Stella said she had a plan, we discussed it, I agreed that her plan had a really good chance of succeeding if her thoughts of mom being a bit submissive were correct, so we fine tuned it, and planned it for the following Saturday.
It was this, and I will reiterate it only this once because this is what actually happened.
Stella was to arrive mid morning; I was to receive a phone call from a friend asking me for assistance. So I made excuses and left saying I would be back later in the day, and if things went to plan, I would receive a text saying, Mission accomplished!
After I left Stella was chatting with mom in the kitchen, mom was wearing a blouse, skirt and flat shoes, hair up held by a clip, Stella had arrived in a lovely sexy short black summer type dress, little straps over her shoulders, low cut, plenty of long legs on show, leaving nothing to the imagination, high heels, but flat shoes in her bag to change if necessary to maintain her height differential, during one of their many chats in the past, Stella had told mom she had swung both ways on occasions, and mom had admitted the same herself in the past.
