SUCCUMB TO LOVE
A VALENTINE'S DAY FANTASY IN THREE ACTS
By Roy Hoffman
{Disclaimer: All the beings in this tale are over the age of eighteen. Honest. I checked their I.D.s)
ACT ONE
Warmth accompanied by a sweet smell awoke Jeremy from his slumber. He felt a presence on his bed. His bedside lamp clicked on, revealing his mother bathed in the soft glow of low light. As if it were happening to someone else, Jeremy felt his eyes widen and his mouth gape as his sleep-bleary eyes cleared, and he beheld his mother.
Always beautiful, his mom, Cassandra, now looked like a goddess. Although she still wore her brown hair in an asymmetrical bob, it was full-bodied and shimmered like silk. She very rarely wore cosmetics other than a touch of lip gloss, but tonight she was fully made up with mascara, blue eye shadow, and vibrant red lipstick. Instead of her usual beige flannel pajamas, she wore a translucent negligee that reached her mid-thigh. Jeremy's mother sat on the edge of his bed with her knees crooked, giving him a nice view of her smooth, shapely legs. His eyes wandered past her legs and he admired how snugly the nightie fit against her round, perfectly shaped butt.
The soft light created very interesting shadows in the translucent material of her nightgown. Yet it was bright enough to reveal that she wore nothing else beneath it. Her large, full breasts jiggled before Jeremy eye's drawing attention to her hard, upthrusting nipples which seemed to point directly toward his mouth.
The bobbing, dark mounds beneath his mom's translucent gown conjured up one of his favorite images.
A year or so ago, his grandmother had him clean out his grandfather's shed. He had found a stash of Playboy magazines from the 1960s, 70s and 80s. To please his grandma, he had pretended to throw them out but had later retrieved them and secretly taken them home. Although there were plenty of nude women on the internet, he found the models in the magazines to be oddly alluring. Not simply because the hairstyles and fashions were so different, but because how the models comported themselves was not what he had been accustomed to seeing. Instead of displaying their sex like a readily available commodity, the magazine models posed themselves in alluring and sensual, yet almost innocuous ways. Also, he found the full bushes that most of them possessed to be exotic and sexy.
One of his favorite models was the Playboy, December 1970 Playmate. One picture, with her in a pleated, translucent nightgown, shadowed charms, and large, hard nipples had been the most frequent image he had used at his peak. It was only at this moment when his mom was sitting on his bed in a similar nightie that he realized that the model resembled Cassandra a great deal. The natural response he had to thoughts about the model and, often to the sensual presence of his mother, swelled underneath his blanket. However, there was no way to sneak off and hide his erection as he usually did. He just hoped that she wouldn't notice.
"Umm.. is everything alright, Mom?" He winced at the squeak in his voice.
Cassandra stroked his hair as she gave him a loving smile. She moved a bit closer to him. Pressure and heat from her naked thigh rubbed against him, stiffening him even more. "Oh, everything is fine, Sweetie. It just turned Valentine's Day and I wanted to exchange gifts with you early this year."
His mom and dad divorced shortly before Valentine's Day nine years ago. 9-year-old Jeffrey had declared he would be his mom's new boyfriend and had given her a card and candy. He had kept up this tradition every year. Her gifts to him had varied over the years, although of late she had usually given him a game he had wanted.
"Uh, okay, I'll get your card and candy." As he started sitting up, his mother gently placed her hand on his chest. Although feather-light, this touch was enough to stop his movement. He noticed for the first time she also had her nails done; instead of the closely clipped, clear polished style she usually favored, her nails were bright red stilettos. "A card and a box of candy, Jeremy?" she asked mockingly. "Oh, honey, you are a man this year, a card and candy won't cut it."
"Wha.. what would you like, Mom?"
Cassandra's soft, tinkling laugh sent a chill of excitement through him. "Sweetheart, I'm in your bed dressed in a nightie like the one worn by your favorite Playmate. I'm wearing my sexiest perfume and have had a makeover. What do you think I want? Love, baby, love." She leaned forward, pressed her lips against his, and kissed him passionately.
Jeremy was enveloped in a swirl of sensations. Her warm lips moving against his, her tongue questing and darting against his, the sweet heady scent of her perfume, hair spray, and an oddly arousing musk. Full breasts pressed against him with little aroused acorns; two very apparent sensations of heat on his chest. Furthermore, her hand cupped and stroked his blanket covered balls and hardened shaft.
His heart hammered with fear and excitement when she finally leaned back. She grinned at him, fanning her face with a long-nailed hand. "Whew! Momma hasn't been kissed like that in some time. It made me quite warm. A couple more kisses like that and I just might have to take my undies off." She winked. Jeremy's mom knelt on the bed, straddling Jeremy's body. Her movements demonstrated that she indeed was not wearing panties. A dark shadow across her pubes further confirmed that she did have a full bush as he had always suspected.