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From: Scorpio00155 <scorpio00155@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Story - Crazy Bet 2/2 (M/F, inc, son-mom)
Date: Sat,  9 Dec 2000 00:10:09 -0500
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Crazy Bet - Part 2
By Scorpio00155

His comments lifted my spirits and as we headed for the next boutique
he lifted them even more with light conversation and the occasional
hug. Inside the next place the story couldn't have been more different,
no sooner had we set foot inside than an assistant was with us. She
listened while I tried to explain what I was after and then listened
again when my son explained it all without hesitations and blushes.

"Okay," the assistant smiled "I think I know just what you are looking
for, please come this way."

We followed her to a display off to one side of the shop where, sure
enough, we found sheer blouses and short skirts. In fact we found an
even wider range to choose from than in the 'Next' store, not only that
but the assistant was even pulling out stuff to show me that was much
better than in the other place.

"Does madam want to try some of these on?" she asked.

"Can I?" I responded with surprise.

"Of course." The woman smiled.

With half a dozen blouses and five skirts I followed the assistant to a
changing room, she smiled as she stepped out. Lord was I glad to be
alone in there, those blouses were so sheer that they hid nothing,
every line and pattern on my bra was clearly visible, but at the same
time I must admit that I did like the look. As for the skirts, most
were just fine, shorter than I normally wore, but that just meant I
showed off more leg and I had always thought my legs were my best
features, but there was one skirt that was so short it barely covered
my groin and buttocks. I was putting that particular skirt aside to
give back to the assistant when I remembered that it had been my son
that had chosen it, I paused and looked at the skirt remembering his
smile when I didn't reject it out of hand. Well if my son wanted to see
his mother in such a short skirt so be it, I grinned, after all the
whole point of the exercise was to get my son interested in me as a
woman and not just as his mother.

"I'll take these." I said to the young assistant when I went to the
counter with the three blouses and skirts I'd finally selected.

"Madam will look wonderful in them," she smiled with sincerity "you
have the figure and the looks to wear such clothing."

"Why thank you." I beamed at her.

"Uh, if you don't mind me asking," the young girl said in a lower
voice "did you want to get the full effect of these items?"

"Full effect?" I was puzzled at first, then the penny dropped "Oh, yes,
I was planning on showing a little to my ... uh, boyfriend."

"Then can I suggest a visit to Mirabelles, they've only opened
recently," the girl said lowering her voice even more "but they do a
wonderful range of lingerie, amongst other things."

"Thanks for the tip." I grinned as I gathered up my bags "Now where's
that son of mine got to?"

Where indeed. I hadn't seen him since I'd gone into the changing room,
I looked around until I spotted him, my happy smile froze on my face
when I saw him talking to Wendy.

"... must be about done by now," Wendy was saying as I approached
them "I'm sure she won't mind you coming along with ... Oh, hi Linda, I
was just saying to Philip that you wouldn't mind if he came along with
me for the rest of the day."

"It's up to Philip," I sighed knowing I was about to lose out to her
yet again "I would like his help, but if he wants to go with you that's
okay by me."

My son was standing almost between us looking from one of us to the
other in what looked to be confusion, then he smiled and looked at
Wendy while I gave an inner groan.

"Sorry Wendy," he said to my surprise and Wendy's "I did promise to
help mum out and I like to keep my promises."

"I understand honey," Wendy replied through almost gritted teeth "how
about we go out on Monday?"

"Okay," Philip answered her with a smile "I'll look forward to that."

Wendy said her farewells, which included a full kiss with tongue for my
son, and departed. My son watched her leave and shook his head then
looked at me.

"I'll take some of those." He said indicating the bags I was
carrying "So where to now?"

"A shoe shop," I smiled as I handed him half the bags "there's one just
over there."

When we went into the shoe shop I instantly spotted what I was after,
high heel shoes. I didn't have any at home and that was because the
damned things killed my arches, but now I was fighting for my son and
my arches could just complain away.

"Mum," Philip sighed when he saw what I was after "you know those
things make your feet ache."

"I know, but they do make a woman's legs look better." I smiled back.

"If you say so," he said as though disbelieving it "but I don't think
much of them myself."

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he really meant what he
said, frowning I looked at the display of high heels then back at my
son.

"So what do you suggest?" I asked.

"Me?" he sounded surprised "Well those low open toed shoes over there
look very nice."

I looked at the shoes he was indicating and was impressed by his
choice, the had all the features and elegance of high heels without the
heel, I knew I could wear them comfortably. It was the work of a moment
to try on the display pair, lord did they feel comfortable and they
looked very good, so I collared an assistant and bought a pair in red
and another pair in black. Apart from undergarments I'd bought all I
needed to at least put up a show against Wendy.

"It's after ten mum," Philip said appearing by my side again "that shop
should be open by now."

"Shop?" I said a little puzzled at first "Oh, that Mira ... whatever
it's called."

"Mirabelles." He offered.

"That's it." I grinned "The girl in the other shop mentioned that place
too. Come on, let's go have a look."

We made our way to Mirabelles all set to have a browse, yes, the place
was open, but they would only let over 18's inside. Philip seemed
unconcerned about this and encouraged me to go inside on my own, but
the whole point of the shopping trip was to get him thinking about me
in sexier clothing.

"But ..." I protested.

"Mum," he interrupted before I could say more "just go and look around
for both of us, you can tell me all about the place later. While you're
in there I'll be looking around that second hand book place across the
street."

"Oh, alright." I sighed "Meet you back here."

He grinned and went off to look at the shop he'd pointed out while I
went into Mirabelles. My eyes nearly popped out when the first thing I
saw was a display stand full of vibrators ... all sizes, shapes and
colours!

"Oh my!" I breathed as it dawned on me that the place was a sex shop.

I'd never been in a shop like this and I felt a little embarrassed
about being there, nevertheless I went further into the shop and was
relieved to see lingerie further back in the place. Browsing through
the racks I wondered just who bought some of these things, I mean a
pair of panties that looked more like shoe strings couldn't be
comfortable, could it?

"That's a thong madam." A voice at my shoulder said quietly.

"Oh!" I gasped in surprise as I turned to look at the woman that had
seemingly appeared from nowhere "Did I look that puzzled?"

"Just a little." She smiled "Are you just browsing or was there
something specific you were looking for?"

"Well, I was looking for some underwear to go with some blouse and
skirts I've just bought." I replied.

She had me describe the blouses and skirts, smiled, nodded her head and
guided me to another rack which held just what I had been looking for.
Fingering fine lacy bra and panty sets I smiled at the thought of my
son's face when he saw me in the gossamer undergarments. With the help
of the assistant it didn't take me long to pick a couple of sets, but I
was still curious about the other clothes.

"Do people really buy things like that thong?" I asked the woman.

"Oh yes," she smiled "and not just young girls. The only thing with the
thong is that you need to shave for it to have the full effect."

"Hmmm," I frowned "the shaving part I don't mind, it's the itching that
comes later I hate."

"So do I," She laughed "which is why I shave every other day, it keeps
the itching at bay and my husband adores it. Why don't you have a
browse while I wrap these for you."

She went off to bag up the undergarments I was buying while I took
another look at what I can only call 'playwear'. There were some lovely
garments, many were diaphanous, others with strategic peek-a-boo panels
designed to tease, but I kept coming back to the thongs, they
fascinated me for some reason. In the end I picked out a little black
thong and headed for the counter.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try one of these." I smiled shyly at the
assistant.

She smiled as she rang up my purchases.

"Don't forget you need to shave to wear the thong," she reminded me as
I was set to leave "and a shaved vagina looks good in the underwear you
chose too."

Thanking her I left the shop, I had been in the place longer than I'd
planned and I was expecting to find my son waiting impatiently for me,
only there was no sign of him. Crossing the street I went to the book
shop he had said he was going to, but when I looked through the window
I couldn't see him inside. Puzzled and a little concerned I looked up
and down the street wondering where he had got to. Behind me a bell
rang, a door closed and the bell tinkled again, turning I saw my son
coming out of the book shop doorway with a paper bag in his hand that
obviously held a book.

"Where were you?" I asked in confusion "I looked through the window and
didn't see you inside."

"There's an upstairs to the place." He grinned "I was browsing up
there. Did you get everything you wanted?"

"I did." I smiled "Let's go home."

The trip home was strangely quiet, I'm not sure what my son was
thinking about, but my mind was certainly occupied by the garments I'd
purchased and how I was going to let my son see me in them. I glanced
across at him while we sat at traffic lights, he seemed lost in
thought, as the lights changed I tried to think of some way to subtly
show myself off to my son in my new, more daring clothes. Of course, if
I had been more like Wendy I would just change into one of the outfits
as soon as we got home, only I didn't have her sheer nerve. I still had
no idea how to go about showing off my clothes by the time we got home.

Philip helped me carry all the bags inside and up to my room, he
grinned at me as he headed for his room with his book. It took me a few
minutes to unpack all the bags and remove the shop labels, the last
thing out of a bag was the thong. Leaving the clothes laid out on the
bed I set about the ritual Saturday chores, all the while thinking of
ways to show myself off to my son.

Later that evening, as we sat in the living room listening to some
music on the hi-fi my son gave me the very opening I had been trying to
work out all day.

"So when do I get to see some of these things you bought?" he asked
with a mischievous smile.

"Would you really like to see me in those things?" I asked with a grin.

"Of course." He laughed.

"Okay then," I smiled as I stood up "you shall see me in them, all of
them. How about a fashion show?"

"Sounds great!" he replied enthusiastically.

"In that case I'm going to have a shower first." I said as I left the
room "Don't go away now."

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away!" he laughed.

Shaving my pussy was quite an arousing experience in itself, starting
with clipping off all the long hairs then carefully shaving away all
that remained until my pussy was as smooth as silk. My shower was slow
and relaxing, it also seemed to add to my arousal, I felt a little
guilty about getting turned on so. Part way through my shower I was
sure I heard the doorbell sound, but I wasn't expecting anyone and I
was sure my son would call me if we did have visitors. Finishing my
shower I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, soon I was heading
back to my bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. As I crossed
the hall I heard voices from downstairs, puzzled I paused then went to
the top of the stairs.

"... sure you don't want me to get mum?" my son was saying.

"No," came Wendy's voice "don't disturb her, it was you I came to see
anyway."

'THE BITCH!' I screamed silently seeing all my plans going out the
window.

"Me?" my son responded to Wendy.

"Of course honey," Wendy said, her voice dripping sex "after all, you
are a handsome hunk. I was wondering if you fancied coming out for a
drive with me."

I was seething at the top of the stairs, but I didn't dare go
downstairs or call out to let them know I was there.

"Oh ... uh ..." my son sounded confused "I wish you'd telephoned first
Wendy, I could have saved you a trip, I'm meeting some friends online
tonight."

I was surprised to hear my son lying to Wendy, but at the same time I
could have kissed him for it.

"Oh well, not to worry." Wendy sounded miffed, after all, it's not
often she gets turned down "I'll give you a call tomorrow so we can
sort out a day we can go out together."

"I'll look forward to that." My son answered.

I heard Wendy say her goodbye, the next thing I heard was heavy
breathing and I knew she had put the move on him again and was kissing
him for all she was worth. This made me grin since she was leaving and
if she got my son all excited it was me that would be there to take
advantage of it. A few minutes later I heard the front door close and
with a triumphant grin I went to my room to get myself tarted up for my
son. First off I did my hair in a pony tail, next I put on make-up,
this time I applied some more daring colours, a bright red lipstick,
light blue eye-shadow and some rouge.

Picking out the red bra and panty set I put them on, the feel of the
filmy material on my skin was a surprisingly sensual sensation and when
I looked at myself in the mirror I was surprised to see that my nipples
were already hard. I dug a pair of red self-grip stockings out of my
stocking drawer and put them on, next came the red blouse, a look in
the mirror told me that I was clearly on display even though I was
clothed. Putting on the red leather look skirt I felt more than a
little excited by how much of my legs were on display, the skirt was
way shorter than anything I had worn in the past.

Glancing at the bed I saw the third skirt I'd bought, it was the
shortest of the three and I decided that I would save that until last.
Last of all I put on the red pair of shoes, made one last check in the
mirror and headed downstairs.

"Ready for the show to begin?" I called out before I got to the living
room.

"Am I ever!" my son called back.

Just before I entered the room the cd player started playing some
rather sensuous music and I wondered how long my son had spent choosing
the music. Smiling I stepped into the room and struck a pose, my son's
reaction was everything I could have wished for, his eyes looked me up
and down, hovering over my boobs and following my legs from skirt hem
to ankle then back again.

"Wow!" he breathed "You look gorgeous!"

I felt myself blush a little at his adoration of me, at the same time I
felt a mixture of excitement and guilt. The guilt was understandable,
what I was trying to do was not the accepted kind of thing a mother
does with her son, namely try to seduce him, but my guilt also came
from my own feelings of excitement. As I did a little twirl I felt at
odds with myself, but my son kept continued to praise me and I let
myself relax a little.

"You like this outfit then?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

"You bet." He laughed.

"Well I'd better show you the next one then." I laughed and danced out
of the room.

It didn't take me long to change into the black version of the
undergarments, blouse, skirt, stockings and shoes, though I was a bit
surprised to find that the red panties were a little damp when I took
them off. As I checked myself in the mirror I was not too surprised to
see that my nipples were pushing out the flimsy bra and pressing at the
material of the blouse. When I got back to the living room my son's
reaction was even more enthusiastic, I did a little twirl for him then
got set to go change again.

"Mum," Philip said before I could turn away "tell me something."

"I'll try." I smiled.

"Do the panties match the bra?" he asked.

"Oh I'm sorry," I laughed "I forgot to show you them. Does this answer
your question."

Turning my back to him I took hold of the back hem of the skirt and
slowly lifted it upwards, I heard him breath in sharply when my panties
came into view. Gradually I raised the back of my skirt all the way to
my waist and held that pose for a few moments then I let the skirt drop
back into place, turning back to face my son I smiled. Sliding my hands
to the front of the skirt I took hold of the hem and started to lift
it, my son's eyes went even wider as my all but naked pussy came into
view.

"Mum!" he breathed in awe.

"I guess that means you like the outfit." I grinned as I let the skirt
drop again "Shall I try on the last one?"

He just nodded at me as though dumbstruck, smiling I left the room and
headed back to my bedroom. On the bed lay the last outfit, the shortest
skirt and the sheerest black blouse, as I took off the blouse and skirt
I was wearing I saw the thong lying on the bed too. God knows why, but
I took off the bra and panties then put on the thong, it fitted snugly,
the slightly wider front barely covering my pussy lips and the rear
section slipped between my buttocks making it look as though my
backside was naked. Feeling wicked I quickly put on the blouse and
skirt and headed back down to the living room.

As I walked into the room my son's eyes went wide then roved over my
body, pausing every time they passed over my clearly visible tits. For
the first time I let my eyes drop from his face to his groin, if I'd
had any doubts about his interest in me sexually the prominent bulge in
his jeans certainly would have dispelled them. I tried to hide my
surprise at the sheer size of that bulge, it had been many years since
I had seen my son naked and then I had not paid attention to him in
that way.

"Well?" I teased him.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, I saw him gulp a couple of
times then try again.

"Beautiful!" he whispered in wonder.

I smiled at him then did a little twirl, the skirt flared as I turned
to reveal my all but naked lower body, I heard him suck in a breath
when I bent over to touch my toes with my back to him. Grinning I
straightened and turned to face him, I made a point of looking at his
crotch then giving him a huge smile.

"I guess that means you are pleased to see me." I teased him as I
indicated the bulge in his trousers with a point of my chin. "Maybe you
should get a little more comfortable."

"Huh?" he answered in total confusion, though his eyes never left my
body.

"Okay, I'll put it another way then," I laughed "why don't you take
your clothes off."

"Uh, yeah, okay." He said in a daze.

With his eyes still staring at my body my son stood up and undressed,
his movements seemed almost mesmerised as he took off his shirt and
struggled out of his jeans. I'd actually thought he'd stop there, but
his hands fumbled at the waistband of his 'Y' fronts then pushed then
down his legs, kicking them aside he sat down on the couch again. Now
it was my turn to stare as though mesmerised, a wave of excitement had
washed over me as soon as his cock had sprung into view, and I do mean
sprung, as he sat I continued to stare at his massive erection. Any
mature male would have killed to own a cock such as my 15 year old son
was displaying, I just couldn't take my eyes off it, it must have been
at least ten inches in length and as wide as a beer can! I have no idea
how long I just stood there staring at my son's monster of a cock while
he stared at my clothed body, but eventually I felt my mind kick back
into gear just a little as he leant forward to take off his slippers
and socks.

"Better?" I almost squeaked.

"Uh ... yeah." My son said as he leant back on the couch, then he
added "How about you, want to get more comfortable too?"

Nodding I started to undo the buttons on my blouse, forcing my eyes up
to his face I saw him lick his lips as the blouse began to flap open.
Sliding the blouse off my shoulders I let it slip down my arms to fall
in a heap on the floor, moments later my skirt was in a heap round my
ankles, although I don't remember having opened the fastenings. His
eyes almost burnt into me as I pushed the thong down my legs, it too
dropped around my ankles and I stood there, nude but for a pair of
stockings, while my son devoured me with his eyes. As I reached down to
push the stockings down my legs my son raised a hand.

"No," he breathed "leave them on, they make you look so ... so ...
sexy."

Straightening I let my hands lie at my sides letting him gaze upon me
for a while then I did a low twirl so that he could see all of me. It
was as though I was in a dream, stepping out of the pile of clothing
round my ankles I moved closer to my son until I was barely two foot
from him. My whole body seemed to be on fire with arousal as his eyes
covered every inch of me with a look of hunger and love and lust.
Smiling I stepped closer and he moved back on the couch, his cock
waving like a flag pole in a high wind as he moved. I took another step
and my son seemed to suddenly come to life, his hands reached up to my
waist and drew me down onto his lap, his cock pressing tightly to me as
he held me.

Then one of his hands slid up my back sending tingles of excitement
through me as his warm, soft hand slipped over my suddenly sensitive
skin. His hand stopped at the back of my head then pressed forward,
slowly I felt him draw my head down, draw me closer and closer to his
face until his lips were suddenly pressing against mine demandingly.
Closing my eyes I hummed my pleasure into his mouth, his tongue pushed
past my lips and I sucked on it as he moved it around and into and out
of my mouth almost as though making love to my mouth with his tongue.

My whole body seemed to be on fire with desire when I felt his other
hand slide up my front to come to rest on one of my tits, gently he
squeezed my tits then moved his attention to my nipples. I had thought
my nipples were already as hard as they could get, but as my son teased
and rolled them in his fingers I felt then harden almost painfully, it
was blissful! Groaning into his mouth I put my arms around him and held
him close to me as his hand teased my nipples deliciously, his lip left
mine and I sighed excitedly as he kissed his way down my neck. Then I
felt his tongue circling my nipple, gasping I put a hand to the back of
his head and pulled his mouth onto my nipple, Philip began to suck
gently on my hard bud sending ripples of pleasure through me.

It was only blissful minutes later that I realised that his hand had
left the back of my head and was now stroking up the inside of my
thigh, then his finger were sliding over my pussy, parting the lips to
stroke my slit. When one of his fingers flicked over my clitoris I gave
a loud gasp of pleasure, he must have realised the cause of my gasp
because his finger flicked over my clit again. This time my gasp became
a groan as he started to rub my clitoris with a firm yet gently
pressure and as though with a life of it's own one of my hands slid
round his body to his lap. My hand closed around his cock, or tried to,
I couldn't get my hand all the way around his girth, but I took hold of
what I could and started to stroke up and down his erection. I felt the
vibration of his groan on my nipple as he sounded out the pleasure my
hand was giving him.

"Oh God." I gasped as his finger moved faster on my clit.

I was rising to a climax and out of no-where came the thought of how
pissed Wendy was going to be.

"OH GOD!" I cried as I struggled against my son's grasp "No, Philip,
stop, please!"

He look puzzle and hurt as he released my nipple from his mouth to look
up at me, he looked even more hurt when I pushed myself off his lap and
moved away from him.

"Mum?" he asked in a low, quivering voice.

"Philip, I can't," I said feeling tears forming in my eyes "not like
this, not ..."

How could I tell him about the bet without hurting him, yet it wasn't
the bet that was making my pussy hunger for him or making my nipples
ache for his touch. Looking at his confused face I knew that I had to
tell him the truth, to tell him what had started my seduction of him, I
knew that if I didn't Wendy would, eventually. So I started to explain,
telling him about the bet, about the reason Wendy had been coming on so
strong to him and why I had let him help me choose such revealing
clothes.

"Philip," I finished "I'm sorry, so, so sorry. I love you and I do want
you, but not based on a lie, not because of a crazy bet."

He had sat listening with eyes that had grown wider and wider, I could
see the surprise in his eyes as I explained and a little pain. When I
finished talking he just sat there without saying a word, his head
lowered and I stood looking at the top of his head for what seemed like
ages, still he didn't speak.

"Philip?" I said quietly after his silence had stretched into agonising
minutes.

My son looked up at me briefly then hid his face again, I felt as
though I had betrayed him, felt as though I had physically taken a
knife and stabbed him through the heart. When he stood up, that huge
cock of his still poker stiff and pointing out the direction he was
taking, I thought he was about to retreat to his room and I felt a tear
flow down my cheek. Lowering my eyes in humiliation I didn't notice
that my son wasn't leaving the room, instead he came right over to me
and I raised my eyes in surprise. Still without speaking my son took me
in his arms and kissed me, he kissed me with a passion that made my
toes curl and my pussy gush with juices. When his lips eventually left
mine I felt faint and giddy, though I could feel him lowering me to the
carpeted floor it didn't quite sink in. Then his mouth was on mine
again, his tongue probing into my mouth as his hands roved over my
body, one of his hands came to rest on my tits while the other stroked
its way down to my pussy.

"OH!" forcing our lips apart I gasped out as he speared a couple of
fingers into my burning pussy "Oh Lord!"

His thumb pressed and rubbed at my clit while his fingers began to
slide in my pussy sending shivers of ecstasy through me. Crying out I
thrust my hips up to take in his probing fingers, pushed my tit into
his hand. Once again I felt his mouth move to enclose one of my nipples
and with the added sensation of him suckling at my breast I exploded
into an orgasm, huffing, panting, groaning and writhing under his
touch.

Only he was no longer touching me, as I had begun to erupt I felt him
move away from me and felt a moment of disappointment that turned to
bliss when I felt him push my legs wider with his knees as he came on
top of me. As I felt the touch of his cock on my pussy I reached
between us to grasp it's massiveness and guide it to the entrance to my
sex, held it in place as he began to slowly push his cock into me.

I can't begin to describe what it felt like to have his cock slowly
push it's way into me, he was so large I thought he would split me in
two, his cockhead entered me and I felt stretched to the limit.
Flinging my legs wide I tried to push up against him, tried to help him
to sink into me, but my son paused as though waiting for me to be still
before he would continue. Letting my body fall back to the carpet I let
my son choose his own pace, surrendering to his desires knowing that I
would receive satisfaction by doing so. As he felt my body surrender my
son started to push into me again, the slow slide of his massiveness
against my stretched and quivering pussy walls was driving me to
another climax, yet he had barely sunk more than a couple of inches
into me! Then my climax hit, crying out I threw my arms around my son
and clasped him to me as my whole body writhed as though from an
electric shock, almost screaming I thrust my hips upwards violently and
heard my son groan as my spasming pussy slid halfway up his cock.

"Oh mum!" I heard him groan a I began to relax again "You're so tight!"

Then he was pulling back, sliding his cock out of me and I nearly cried
out at the thought that he was withdrawing completely, only my cry of
disappointment began a yell of bliss as he reached a point where he was
barely within my pussy then hammered his full length into me. As I
almost deafened him by screeching out my pleasure right at his ear my
son began fucking me with long, slow strokes that drove me higher and
higher up the scale of pleasure with each motion. His lips came onto
mine muffling, but not silencing my cries of bliss as he kissed me with
a force and passion that I returned to the full as I let my lower body
thrust and grind in time with his movements.

Gradually his movements became faster and harder, his groin slapping
against my pussy lips with each inward thrust of his cock and his balls
tapping against my buttocks. I had never felt so full, each time his
cock surged into me I felt myself stretched and no matter how wide I
threw my legs that feeling didn't change, his sheer size was almost
more than I could take. And I loved every blessed sensation he sent
surging through me! Giving up on trying to ease the stretching
sensation I threw my legs around his back, pulling him down to me with
my heels as he pounded away at my pussy.

Before long I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that ran through my
body that I no longer had the strength to move with him. I lay weakly
jerking under my son as he moved in me seemingly tirelessly, my cries
muted to weak whimpers and mewls that became lost in his hungry mouth.
Then his lips left mine allowing my weak cries to filter into the
stillness of the room, my son leant up, his breath rasping in his
throat as he looked down at me, his cock speeding up as it thrust in my
pussy.

"Oh Jesus!" my son groaned, his eyes closing and his body covering me
again.

With a jerk of his hips he buried his huge erection to the hilt and
started to tremble, within me I felt his cock swell then jerk and a
warmth spread in spurts deep inside me, the sensation drove me to an
orgasmic peak. For long moments we clung to each other lost in sexual
bliss, his body shivering, mine shaking, our breathing short rapid
gasps until with a sharp intake of breath my son started to pound in my
pussy again. A part of my mind was amazed that he could maintain such a
pace, but the rest of me surrendered totally to the waves of ecstatic
sensations that his movements sent crashing over me.

I think at some point I must have half fainted with rapture because it
was only as my son rolled from me that I realised that he was no longer
fucking me. Philip lay beside me gasping while I lay an exhausted
quivering, satiated wreck, my mind only slowly clearing of the haze of
bliss my son had filled me with. As though from a distance I heard the
telephone ringing and I sensed more than saw my son get up to answer it.

"Hello ..." He said into the mouthpiece breathlessly "Oh hi Wendy."

I smiled up at the ceiling at the thought that she was calling to try
and disturb any romantic moment there may have been between Philip and
myself, it was just her style, only she was way too late.

"No, sorry," I heard Philip respond to something she'd said "I'm too
busy helping my mother win that bet."

Laughing at his words I struggled to sit up, looking across the room to
where my son was talking on the telephone I saw him smile and wink at
me. Feeling drained and exhilarated at one and the same time I laboured
to my feet to stagger to the couch where I collapsed. Between my legs I
felt my sons sperm start to ooze out of my pussy onto the fabric of the
couch and I laughed at the thought of the stain it would leave behind
as a constant reminder to me of this moment.

"Okay Wendy, better luck next time maybe. Bye." My son hung up the
phone.

With a huge smile Philip crossed the room to join me on the couch, his
hand came to rest on my thigh and I felt a tingle of excitement at his
touch. Turning to look at my son I smiled.

"I love you." Philip said quietly.

I could see the truth of his words clearly in his eyes and I had no
doubt that from that moment on we would be lovers as much as we were
mother and son, I felt exultant at that thought.

"Philip," I sighed as he put his arm around my shoulder and drew me to
him "can I ask you something?"

"Sure mum," he said giving my shoulder a squeeze "anything you want."

"Why ..." I hesitated then went on "why didn't you go with Wendy, she
was practically throwing herself at you?"

"I know," he grinned "but nice though she is too look at she doesn't
hold a candle to you. Besides, she frightens the shit out of me!"

"Philip!" I laughed as I snuggled to his lower chest "She frightens the
shit out of a lot of men, especially ones that have been with her."

Something brushed against my lips and I looked down in surprise to see
his cock once more hard and oh so ready for action. Sighing I flicked
my tongue across the slit in the head, my son gasped then sighed as I
opened my mouth to suck at his cap. Gradually I sucked more of his
immensity into my mouth savouring the taste of his juices and mine as
they filled my mouth, even delighting in the way his girth stretched my
lips and forced my jaw apart. I felt one of my son's hands press to the
top of my head, his fingers clenching in my hair as I sucked on his
pole of a prick.

"God that feels so good!" he breathed.

I wanted to tell him that it would feel even better soon, but I had my
mouth too full to speak. He couldn't see the glow of lust in my eyes as
I pushed down on him even more to gradually work his cock into my
throat. Though I had never deep throated anything so large before I
knew I would manage to take him and that he would delight in the feel
of fucking my throat.

"Oh mum," my son groaned out "I could never tire of you!"

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