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Mum & Son F/m 
                                      DISCLAIMER
This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age
of 21
it is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains
descriptions
of sex between a mother and her son if you find this type of
story
line disturbing then please do not read any further. (F/m)
if you have any comments address them to: alex_blair@msn.com
 
 
 
 
Voddy
By Alex Blair
 
The Characters:
 
The family: -
 
Son   "Billy"
               
                      
almost 14, 5"6 mousy brown hair, a 
little overweight, very pale complexion,  quiet and 
withdrawn. A watcher and thinker
 
Bother   "Stevie" 3 years younger than Billy, much 
darker complexion and personality, tough, fit, too 
deep for his own (or anyone else's) good
 
Mum    "Liz"
               
                     
hard, heavy drinking, bitter woman, 
5"6 medium build, average looks, works in an 
electric's factory for too little money, a she wolf 
when it came to her "cubs"
 
Dad   "John" tough and wiry, 5"10 works shifts in 
the Steel works, spends most of his free time at the 
Masonic halls/football/pub/anywhere but here with 
his drinking pals, not a bad man, but only because 
he can't be bothered being anything at all
 
The home: -
 
Location   Wishaw, Steel Town in the Scottish 
Central Belt, been in decline for about 120 years 
and its been raining heavily for about the same 
time, Mean streets filled with Hard men and Viragos, 
a chip on your shoulder is 'de rigueur'. A society 
where bigotry and racism is so wide spread no one 
even notice's.
 
Home   a damp concrete flat with 3 bedrooms, living 
room, Kitchen and Bathroom. It is part of a 
triangular set-up, 9 flats, three up with a communal 
close, making 3 doors per landing. our flat is in 
the middle floor of the middle block.  As you enter 
Billy's room is first on the left, opposite his mum 
and dad's room, then further down the hall, the 
Bathroom is on the left, Stevie's room on the right, 
the kitchen and living room are straight ahead. 
Always needing tidied/cleaned/repaired
 
Scenario   Friday, about 2 O'clock in the afternoon, 
Billy is dogging it from school cause its Friday, 
and no-body works on a Friday afternoon. He'd gone 
to school as normal till lunch time, Then with 3 or 
4 of his pals had slipped away, they had gone to 
McClarens house, cause he lived closest, smoked a 
fag, told some lies about who he had shagged then 
caught the bus to his own bit. He had left early, 
all the talk of sex had gotten him hard, plus he had 
no money for the card school, now all he wanted was 
to get his dads porn out and get into the bathroom 
and have a good hard wank, onanism always cheered 
him up.
 
What Happened   After ditching his school bag in his 
room, Billy locked the front door, his brother 
wasn't due back for at least an hour or so and his 
mum a few hours after that. His dad was on the back-
shift and had not long left for work, but it was 
always better to be safe than sorry.
 
He pushed open the door and skirted the double bed. 
His mother slept on the side nearest the door. His 
father's side was on the other side of the room, 
once there he knelt down and lifted the mattress and 
looked for what porn to pick. Disaster! 
 
No fucking porn
"How's that possible?" 
Billy pushed the mattress as high as he could, 
nothing! 
"Bastard - Fucking Bastard" 
Billy cursed to himself. He'd been too cocky, not 
replacing things carefully enough and his dad had 
moved his stash.
 
Billy checked under the bed, in/behind/under/on top 
of/ his dad's bed/drawers/closets - Nothing, Billy 
had no idea where he might have hidden it.
 
Out of desperation, more than anything else, he 
decided to check his mother's side of the bed. He 
lifted up the mattress, but there was no porn there, 
only a couple of cheap grubby looking novels in a 
light blue cover, the picture on one of the covers 
caught Billy's attention though. Picking it up for a 
closer look, he noticed it had a drawing of a semi 
naked middle aged woman being held down by 2 boys. 
One sat over her tits and was pulling her head 
towards his small hard cock, the other boy was 
between her bent legs thrusting into her. It was 
hard to make out just what expression the woman had 
on her face.
 
"Better than nothing I suppose," thought Billy as he 
withdrew the book from under the mattress and made 
his way to the toilet. After locking the door he 
unbuckled his belt and took his trousers and shoes 
off, he then placed the baby lotion and a wad of 
toilet paper next to the toilet seat, finally he 
pushed his Y fronts down and over his feet. Free at 
last his cock began to stir and he got Goosebumps 
all over in anticipation.
he sat down and took up the book, the title "Mommies 
Boy". Didn't sound overly promising to Billy's 
uncomplicated mind, he opened it to page 1 and began 
to read.
 
The story began with a man and woman having sex, the 
man was fucking the woman hard, he was being rough 
and this was turning the woman on, he pulled out his 
cock, and began to force it into the woman's arse, 
but she dodged it. 
 
In a rage the man pushed her away and swore, telling 
her if she wouldn't "put out" he knew plenty who 
would, the woman begged him to stay but when he 
asked if she would let him fuck her arse the answer 
was a tearful no.  It was, in her mind, a dirty 
thing to do, and she just couldn't bring herself to 
let him fuck her there.
 
The next page or so were pretty boring. About how 
much she missed him and how lonely she had become, 
how well the kids were coping with it all - blah de 
blah  - so Billy skimmed over them till he got to a 
more juicy part.
 
It was late at night, and she was woken by voices 
coming from her eldest sons' room. Putting on a 
housecoat she opened her door and listened to find 
out what was going on, she heard her sons talking, 
but what they were saying was very muffled, although 
she was sure she heard Sean say something about 
shagging.
 
Feeling torn between anger and apprehension she 
crept over to the door, which was very slightly 
ajar, she peeked through the crack and the sight 
that met her eyes shocked and distressed her. Sean 
was lying on his back stroking a very large and very 
hard cock. Her youngest boy was sitting with his 
back to the headboard with a semi-hard on in his 
hand.
 
The older boy was boasting that he was the man of 
the house, and that shortly he was going to be 
sorting out mums' sexual needs. When she heard this, 
instead of being outraged, she was strangely exited. 
She found her hand wandering to her cunt, which was 
very damp, the dirtier her son became about what he 
was going to do to her, the faster her finger rubbed 
her crack.
 
Then just as she was about to cum she fell against 
the door. Billy never got that far. He had never 
shot so much cum so hard in all his life, the bloody 
stuff was everywhere, and the experience left him 
totally shattered and yet elated. What did it all 
mean? Thoughts and images flashed through his mind. 
Did his mum think about having sex with him? Maybe 
it wasn't even her book, maybe it was his dads' 
stuff, his thoughts were in a whiz. One thing for 
sure though. He'd be back for more 
 
All that day and night he thought about it, he 
couldn't wait till he had the house to himself so he 
could read more. But there was no chance over the 
weekend. People were always coming and going, so he 
would have to bide his time
 
On the Monday his dad started his night shifts so 
there was no point in rushing home as he'd be there, 
Billy still couldn't get it straight in his mind. He 
had started to look at his mum in a different light 
altogether. Now he watched for a sign that she was 
game for it. But she behaved pretty much as she had 
always behaved. So he was no further forward.
 
After dinner his dad made his sandwiches ready for 
going away, his brother was closeted in his bedroom 
listening to some music while his mum was stretched 
out on the couch drinking and watching the TV.  
Billy was sat in the chair his attention divided 
between the box and his mum, But when nothing was 
ever going to happened  - even after his dad had 
left for work, with a quick kiss to Liz and a gruff 
"cheerio" to himself - he decided it was time for 
bed
 
Billy awoke later, something had disturbed his 
sleep, he lay on his back listening and wondering 
what it could have been, very faintly he heard the 
sound of bedsprings creaking, not sure who's, Billy 
got out of his bed, he needed a pee anyway.
 
When he went out into the hall, he could see his 
mothers bedside light was on by the glow it cast 
against the far wall, further up the hall he noticed 
his brothers room door was firmly closed and could 
see no light under the jam.
 
After doing the toilet Billy headed back to bed, but 
as he neared his room he heard something rustling, 
creeping to his mums room door as quietly as he 
could manage, he peered through the crack left 
between the half open door and the frame.  He could 
see his mum lying on her side, her left arm propping 
her head up and a small book lying open on her bed, 
between her and the bedside cabinet.  Just where her 
right arm was Billy could only guess.  Her face was 
a picture of concentration and she looked a bit red 
and bothered, as though she had walked a distance.  
Billy could just about make out the sounds of her, 
slightly laboured, breathing. By now his cock was 
out and being vigorously rubbed. His eyes peeled on 
the site, of what he was pretty sure, was his mother 
wanking herself. It wasn't like the porno stories he 
read there was no great show of excitement, no 
throwing the covers of to reveal a rare and sexy 
beauty. It was much, much better that any of that. 
This was real, this was his own mother he was 
watching, nearing her climax as she read a book, he 
was sure was about a woman being fucked by her son! 
The spunk shot out of his cock, all over the door 
and the carpet, he came so hard he was shaking, his 
legs barely able to carry his weight, after he 
caught his breath he looked back through the crack, 
his mother was in the same position although she 
looked even more out of puff, small beads of sweat 
formed on her brow, just at that moment she 
shuddered slightly and turned to lay on her back her 
eyes tight shut, her breathing coming in long drawn 
breaths.
 
Billy turned and headed for bed, once under his 
duvet he played over what he had just seen in his 
mind. Straight away his cock became hard and his 
hand automatically reached down and grasped it. 
Within moments it was again shooting cum all over 
has hairless chest. Nothing had prepared Billy for 
the feelings of guilt and lust that were now 
coursing through him. But he knew, if the 
opportunity arose, he would have sex with his own 
mother.
 
During the following week a plan gradually developed 
in Billy's mind, he now knew what had to be done, it 
was risky, but the sight of his mother's face as she 
came, would not leave Billy's head. He was 
masturbating 4 and 5 times a day, and there was now 
only one woman in those sordid sick fantasies, and 
she might be available to him, which made the 
explosions at the end of each session ever more 
powerful.
 
On the Wednesday, when his dad was at work, he 
'took' a half-day off from school. When he got home 
he headed straight for his mothers books. He took 
the one he had seen her diddling herself to at the 
weekend. Went into the bathroom, and after reading a 
page or so of filth devoted to sons and mothers 
shagging one another, shot his load onto the page 
she had folded over. Returning the book to her bed, 
Billy placed the book half in and half out of the 
mattress to ensure she must know he had been in read 
it, and cum on it, now he had played his card what 
would happen?
 
The tension was just too much for Billy. He left the 
house wearing his Parker, with the hood up to 
protect him against the persistent sleet, and headed 
for some waste ground that hardly anyone bothered 
with, but the more he walked the more anxious he 
felt, what if she told his dad!. Fuck he was a dead 
man, what if he went home and they were both waiting 
for him, calling him all sorts of names? What if 
they threw him out for being such a dirty bastard? 
In a panic he sped home. Hoping to be back before 
anyone else, so he could rectify it all.
 
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wednesday"! 
She always finished early on a Wednesday! He had 
reached the end of the street and saw Mary his mums 
pal walk up her driveway. That could only mean his 
mum was home already. No way was he going home now.
 
 He'd run away, that was the only solution.
 
He spent the next 5 or 6 hours wandering miserably 
around the woods at the bottom of the scheme, 
freezing cold, soaking wet, dodging the Glue 
sniffers and avoiding the shooting galleries and the 
wino's, his mind numb with the realisation of just 
what he had done. He had crossed the line, there was 
no turning back now, no way to undo any of it, a 
small hard knot had formed deep in his belly, a 
million solutions presented themselves to him. But 
each one was quickly dismissed. He knew he would be 
found out. His life from now on would be totally 
ruined.
 
He had to go home.
 
 he turned his sodden feet in that general direction 
and headed for his street, a sheen of sweat bathed 
his face, his heart was racing, his mind was like a 
movie screen, just before the film begins, all mad 
images and flashes nothing making any sense. Just a 
dead man walking.
 
He pushed open the door, fully expecting them both 
to be waiting in the hall for him, but there was 
nothing. He walked up the hallway with his heart in 
his mouth and entered the living room slowly, but no 
one was there, the only noise in the house was 
coming from his brother's room. 
He stepped over and chapped the door, 
 
"Aye" came the shouted reply, 
I opened the door and studied the young hard looking 
face before me for signs of disgust, but found none, 
just the usual hard look reserved for me, 
"Whit is it?" he demanded, 
"Where are they?" I asked in as off a hand manner as 
I could muster,
"Out" he glibly replied
"No fucking shit" says I, "out fucking where?"
"Dunno, never said" he responded
 
I left shutting his door, knowing that he enjoyed 
nothing more than annoying the fuck right out of me, 
and that even if he did know, chances were he 
wouldn't tell me anyway 
"Moody wee prick" I thought
 
Feeling a bit better, but not really knowing why, I 
got something to eat and after watching some telly, 
headed to my bed. Feeling almost normal, the 
thoughts that were a maelstrom no more than a few 
hours ago now firmly pushed to the back of my mind.
 
The noise of them coming home would have been enough 
to have woken the dead, they were both full of the 
drink and happy, for a change, they went straight to 
bed, with much laughing and carrying on. Was this a 
good sign? Maybe she hadn't even noticed it yet. 
Once again I was both in a panic and elated. I'd dog 
school tomorrow and replace it exactly as I had 
found it, I'd clean off the spunk, leave it so that 
she need never know.
 
Next morning I feigned sickness and went back to my 
bed, I waited for a good hour after everyone had 
left, just to make sure no one was coming back, then 
I got up and walked through to her room. Kneeling 
down besides the bed, I gently lifted the mattress. 
And noticed right away that the book was moved. My 
heart sank. I slowly picked up the book and let down 
the mattress.  Opening the book at the folded page, 
I saw that the two pages I had shot my load over the 
previous afternoon, had been peeled apart, some of 
the pages had stuck to one another, and it must have 
been obvious what had happened, I replaced the book 
and went slowly back to my own room, a puzzled man.
 
But why was nothing said? Was she waiting to have a 
word with me when my dad was at work? Had she told 
him? Christ, I just didn't know what was going on, 
it was all out of control, I worked things out in my 
head. My dad was on the early shift then he had a 
quick turnover and into the night shift tonight, so 
the only time she would be able to talk to me 
alone..... Would be after dinner when he left for 
work.
 
Always the coward I decided that the best option 
would be for me to just stay in my room. I started 
half-heartedly re-reading a book I'd finished the 
week before. 
 
The time seemed to drag by till firstly Stevie came 
home. Popping his head round the door to call me a 
wanker for missing school. 
 
Then dad came home from the pub where he'd gone 
after work as usual, he came in and asked how I was, 
not that he really cared, but it was the done thing, 
at least now I knew she hadn't told him, which was 
surely a good sign? 
 
Then lastly she came home. I heard my dad saying 
hiya and asking how her day had been; she must have 
gone into her room to get changed. Cause I heard her 
reply coming from that direction. My door got 
knocked and she came in, I searched her face for a 
sign, either good or bad, but could read nothing 
into it, she came and sat next to me on the bed 
stroked my hair and asked how I was, 
"Fine" I replied, looking away at the lie, 
"Want anything special for dinner?" she coaxed
"Naw, anything will do" I said trying to sound sort 
of unwell
"It'll be ready shortly, I'll bring it through, ok?" 
says she
"Fine" I reply, wondering what in gods name is going 
on, its just as though nothing had ever happened, 
the misplaced book with it's sticky pages and yellow 
stain might never have been, if my mums expression 
and manner were anything to go by.
 
She duly brought me my dinner then when I heard my 
dad closing the door I decided to put my plan into 
action, I went into the living room where mum was 
lying on the couch watching telly with a tall glass 
of Vodka and Irn-Bru she asked me how I was and I 
told her I was feeling not too well. She asked me if 
I wanted a hot toddy, I consented to be molly 
cuddled, and sat back and let her run after me, she 
returned a few minutes later, changed into a night 
dress, and bearing a large toddy and a fresh drink 
for herself, she must have had a few as she stumbled 
a bit on the way over to the couch, she was in a 
good mood, giggling and laughing at the telly, not 
that I was paying it too much attention, I was 
trying my best to look up her night dress, I could 
just about grab a glance of her white panties, but 
not a lot.
 
About 9'ish she yawned and said it was time for her 
bed. As she got to her feet I built up my courage 
and asked
 
"Can I sleep with you tonight mum? I don't feel too 
well" 
(Which was the bravest thing I have ever said in my 
entire life)
 
She stopped and looked down at me, then smiled and 
said
"I suppose so seeing as your dads away at work. But 
you'd better be in your own bed before he gets back 
tomorrow morning boy!"
My heart leapt,  - at that moment I just knew I was 
going to do it.
She went to the toilet and I stole into her bed, I 
went over to my dad's side and snuggled deep into 
the duvet enjoying its coldness next to my skin.
 
 Shortly afterwards mum came into the room smelling 
nice from some perfume she must have put on and the 
faint smell of toothpaste, she climbed into bed 
beside me and lay on her side with her back to me.
"Just going to read for a wee bit" she explained
"You just go to sleep"
"Ok mum" I murmured back
But sleep was the last thing on MY mind
I felt the bed move slightly and supposed she must 
be reaching under the mattress for her book. 
"Ya Dancer" I thought to myself
I forced myself to lay perfectly still, listening 
carefully for any noises she might make, the pages 
turned and her breathing became shallower but there 
was no sign of anything else to suggest she was 
playing with herself.
 
A short time later she leaned over and put the book 
back where it came from, I sensed her turning round 
and looking at me, then she stretched over and 
kissed me gently on the forehead, I felt her boob 
press softly against my shoulder, and became 
instantly aroused, but she simply turned over and 
switched out the light.
 
Well this was it!
 
I had never been so excited, nor had I ever been so 
scared. Not even when I had been cornered by a bunch 
of Neds coming home from school and robbed of all my 
money. But being the big shite-bag that I was, I 
simply lay still, trying my best not to breathe too 
loudly, wishing my heart was a lot less noisy, 
surely she must be able to hear it thumping away in 
there, I tried to hold my breath to make it quieter, 
but ended up panting through lack of oxygen after I 
had to give in
 
After some time I felt my mum change her position, I 
half opened my eyes to have a wee peek, she was 
laying on her side facing me, I listened for her 
breathing but couldn't make it out distinctly, then 
she sort of flopped over, and her arm draped over my 
chest. Christ I was scared, but it was too late now.
 
I lay as still as I could, not moving a single 
muscle, even my cock had gone soft with the fear I 
was feeling, after a moment she again shifted her 
position, moving a little closer to me, I could 
smell the Vodka on her breath, hear the long deep 
motion of it, she gently shook me
"Billy, Billy you awake" she softly whispered
No fucking way was I saying anything, I lay there 
transfixed, as stiff as a board
She shook me a little more vigorously and again 
asked if I was awake, getting no response she 
crooked her leg over my thigh and put her arm half 
under my pillow. Still I lay, and said, and did 
nothing
 
Then I felt her hand slowly move away from my 
shoulder and rest over my chest, then lower still 
till it came to the bottom of my T-shirt, she slid 
her hand under it and rubbed my belly in a circular 
motion, this had me super hard in no time at all, I 
stopped worrying about breathing and everything else 
and gave myself up to the pleasure of that hand.
 
I knew where it was going next. But it still came as 
a shock when it bumped into the head of my cock as 
she made the circles bigger and bigger and lower and 
lower, I must have jerked as she stopped for a bit, 
but once more I stayed hushed
 
Her circles now centred on my rock hard cock with 
only the flimsy material of my Y-fronts between her 
hand and my prick, she withdrew her hand up my belly 
and then ever so gently she wiggled it under the 
waistband of my pants, when her hand made unfettered 
contact with my cock it was like an electric shock. 
Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body, 
I was shaking and jerking and the spunk was shooting 
everywhere, I heard her gasp as she realised I had 
come at the mere touch of her hand, she took her 
hand from under the pillow and caressed my face till 
the emotions had subsided, then she removed her hand 
and  I felt her wiping me with some sort of cloth or 
towel, every dab sending  shock waves shooting 
through me,
 
As I lay back my mind raced ahead, what now? What do 
I do now? 
Lay still Billy pretend your asleep - truly a world 
class shitebag. 
 
I don't know what she was expecting, nothing maybe, 
she lay on her back and after a moment or two I 
heard the unmistakable sounds of her masturbating, 
her breathing became deeper and shorter, I felt the 
motion of her hand as it danced in and out of her 
cunt, within seconds I heard her moan and begin to 
shudder, the whole bed was shaking, it must have 
been quite an orgasm as the shaking and juddering 
went on for a good minute or to her breath coming in 
gasps.
 
It was the most erotic thing ever, my own mother had 
wanked me and then herself off, and now lay next to 
me drenched in sweat and smelling of sex, all it 
would have taken was for me to turn over and touch 
her and who knows what might have happened
 
But you know me by now!
 
Nothing else has happened between the two of us. I 
still regret not having tried to take it further, 
some nights when my dad is working night shift, I 
can hear her reading and the occasional stifled 
moan, still who knows maybe I'll build up the 
courage one day.
 
The End
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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