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Subject: {ASSM} "Mother Knows Best" Chapter 2, by JValet.  mF, inc, mc, Fdom?
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"Mother Knows Best" Chapter 2, by JValet.

   Many thanks to the fans who wrote in with their ideas.  Keep 'em coming
if you want the story to keep going!  I need fuel for this fire, kids.

   jvalet45@netscape.net

   Thanks go out to Hetero and Lou for their story ideas.  Keep 'em coming,
folks!

   As well, kudos to zxcl on Lit once more for "Witchy Woman," the chief
source of inspiration for this story.

   Oh, and congrats as well to Justaguy2 for continuing "Sexual Liberation
through Chemistry" (also on Literotica); hopefully it won't take another
year before we see chapter three.  ;)

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   Lynn sat next to her son at the dinner table, watching him wolf down his
supper as fast as he could.  Even though her husband had been gone for
years, they still sat in their usual spots, Lynn at the head and Justin in
the nearest seat on the outside.

   Justin, for his part, kept his head down, and tried to look at Lynn as
little as humanly possible.  Every time she'd seen him today, he had taken
one look, blushed a red so deep it was almost purple, and ran for his
bedroom to hide.

   Watching his cute butt run back up the stairs, Lynn had pictured him
stroking that huge young cock of his again, spewing all that sweet virgin
cream while thinking of her.  She, herself, had had to retreat to her own
bedroom once today to take care of the ache between her slim thighs.

   "Justin, honey," she touched his hand.  He jerked as though proded with
a hot poker, and flushed again.

   "Are you okay?  You seem awfully quiet, today." It was difficult to keep
the laughter out of her voice, though she did feel somewhat bad for the
intense guilt he must be feeling.  _Don't worry, baby.  That'll all go away
soon.  This is just the first step._

   His eyes met hers for just a moment, then flicked back down to his plate
as his colour deepened.  "No.  I'm fine, mom." Typical sullen answer from a
teenager.  Then again, it's not as if she was expecting him to say, _Gee,
mom.  I jerked off five times today, and every time I came, I was thinking
of you and not the pretty young thing in your lingerie catalogue.  I don't
know why, but it was so hot, I just couldn't stop myself._

   While she sought his hand again, her other had slipped underneath the
table to surreptitiously rub the front of her little khaki shorts, the ones
that made all of Justin's friends goggle at her as she walked through a
room, their eyes glued to her beautiful legs, or her succulent little ass
as it sashayed past.  A chorus of cock, all for her, all those hard young
dicks saluting her still-gorgeous body.  Only once had she dared to sample
from the herd of bright young studs that Justin regularly led through her
house, a delightful Latino boy whose parents were moving the next day,
taking him somewhere he could tell all his friends about the hot soccer mom
who fucked his virginity away.  Lynn's cunt quivered, remembering that
slim, powerful body beneath hers, his hips slamming against her tight,
muscular form, his cock plowing her tight, underused pussy.  He'd gone all
night, after Justin went to bed, and all she could think while the young
bull fucked her to one gushing orgasm after another was _Justin's bigger
than this.  He's stronger, too.  I wish this was him, I wish it was his
cock buried inside me._ Once, she thought she'd even cried out his name,
but Oscar had taken no notice.

   While she pawed her cunt underneath the table, Justin finished his
supper, and rose, taking his dishes into the kitchen.  He hurried back out
again, heading upstairs to "safety." Lynn grinned, watching him go.

   "Wanna rent a movie tonight?" She asked his cute little butt.  He
stopped short on the second stair, and blushed again.

   "Yeah, sure.  Whatever." His feet pounded their way back towards his
room, and Lynn unbuttoned her shorts, giving her questing fingers free
access to the wet pussy inside.  While he was in his room, he'd be cumming
for her, and when he wasn't in his room, she'd take every pain to remind
him that he had.

   * * *

   The scent of Dreamrood wafted out as she opened his door and she
breathed deeply of it, knowing that it smelt of submission, sex, and the
fruits of a well-laid plan.

   The deep, steady breaths of her son let Lynn know that he was once more
in the grips of the Dreamrood incense, his body inert, his mind laid open
to suggestion.  Slipping out of her silk dressing gown, she softly padded
over to Justin's bed.

   "Justin, honey?" She softly called, "do you remember what I told you
last night?  The truest thing you've ever heard?"

   "Mother knows best," he mumbled.

   "Excellent," she said, leaning down to kiss him on the chest.  "Now how
did you feel today?"

   "Horny.  Guilty." The two words almost seemed to fight their way out of
his mouth.  Lynn gave him a congratulatory fondle, feeling his limp cock
rapidly rise to the occasion.  Her soft, plush lips kissed their way
through the downy hair running from his navel to his boxers.

   "Because you kept seeing me when you masturbated?" Her voice was muffled
by his body, but the question was clear.

   "Yes," he hissed as her little fingers slipped inside the boxers.

   "How did you see me when you came?" Her lips stretched almost painfully
wide to accomodate the large head of his cock.

   Justin seemed to think about this while his mom's head bobbed up and
down on his dick, sending as yet unknown thrills of pleasure through his
virgin body.

   "I don't, ah!  Know.  Just, you know, youuuuu." He grunted as he hit
bottom in his mom's throat, and she swallowed around him.

   Lynn slid him out of her mouth, and gave Justin a hard look.  That
wouldn't do.  If he didn't start seeing her for the sexy bitch she was, he
wouldn't come around.  He'd just go crazy with guilt, and she definitely
didn't want _that_ to happen.

   "Alright, here's what you're going to do," she said, alternating the
words between slurps on his cock.  "When I get home from work tomorrow..."

   * * *

   The following afternoon, Lynn arrived home and, as usual, kissed her son
on the forehead as he zoned out in front of the TV.  Once more, he blushed
and jerked away from her touch.  Smiling inwardly, she turned and mounted
the stairs, heading for her bedroom.

   The stiff white fabric of her white shirt-dress was a little
uncomfortable in the summer heat, but it hugged her every curve like a
lover's caress.  A little inappropriate for work, maybe, but she certainly
hadn't heard any complaints; there had been more than a few wolf-whistles
from the construction yard across from her building, though.  It didn't
hurt matters that the top three buttons were undone, revealing a lot of
tanned cleavage, nor that there was a five-inch slit in the knee-length
skirt, showing off a fair amount of leg.  The highheeled white sandals
almost definitely helped.

   Entering her bedroom, Lynn pushed the door to, but not shut.  A crack
between door and frame opened up, just wide enough for an observer to see
the foot of the bed, and her full-length mirror just beyond.

   Sitting on the foot of her bed, Lynn unbound her long, silky hair, and
sent it tumbling down over her shoulders as she shook her head.  If a
floorboard creaked in the hall outside, she showed no sign of hearing it.
In the mirror, Lynn thought she saw the door move, ever so slightly, the
crack opening just a bit.

   Looking at her reflection, she began teasing open the buttons of her
dress, one by one, creating a deep vee of flesh that slowly widened as her
bosom pushed the lapels wider.  When she reached the last button at her
waist, Lynn shrugged out of the fabric.  Her breasts, perfect handfuls of
lightly tanned titflesh, bobbed into view, capped by little pink nipples
that crinkled in the air.  Still staring at her own reflection, Lynn cupped
one tit and started to play with the nipple, mewling quietly.

   "Ooooh, yeah, honey," she murmured to an unseen lover, "pinch my nipple,
suck it into your mouth.  Bite it.  Harder.  Harder!" Lynn gasped loudly as
she twisted it hard, biting her lip as if to keep quiet.

   Standing, she let the rest of the dress puddle around her dainty feet.
Kicking it to one side, she surveyed her body.  If there was an observer,
sitting outside her door, cock in hand, masturbating furiously without any
real idea as to why, he had a doubly good view of her trim form.  From
behind, he could see the way her curly brown locks tickled the small of her
back, just above the tight, round curves of her buttocks; a tiny white
thong bisected the ripe globes of her ass, the scandalously small string
drawing the eye down through the deep, delicious crevice between her cheeks
to the barely-contained, pouting peach of her pussy.  Her legs went "all
the way up," muscles sharply defined by the tall heels she was perched
upon. The reflection in the mirror was no less appealing.  Pouty, smiling
lips promised unknown delights to young flesh.  Both hands fondled and
pinched sensitive, firm mammaries that were by no means huge, but fit her
slim frame perfectly.  A trim abdomen led to a slender waist, and the
lowcut white panties with a lacy pattern _just_ sheer enough to prove no
evidence of much pubic hair.

   "You've still got it, baby," Lynn told her reflection.  "There's not a
man alive who could resist _this_." Licking her lips greedily, one hand
stole down inside her panties, fondling the slick flesh within.  She
moaned, and after a moment, brought wet fingers back up, taking time to
lick each one clean.  If there was a thud outside, as of someone reeling in
arousal and surprise, she gave no notice.

   "God, I need _cock_," she complained.  "Some nice, big, hard, young
_cock_.  Someone to plow me all night, and still ask for more in the
morning.  Someone like..." Lynn looked in the mirror, eyeing not herself,
but the widening crack.

   Had someone been outside, pants around his knees, fucking his fist as
furiously as only a teenager can, he would have seen her walk out of sight,
towards the night stand, and heard a drawer open.

   "This'll have to do, I guess." Lynn walked back into view, completely
naked now, the landing strip of pubic hair pointing the way to her cunt. 
In her hand was a surprisingly realistic rubber dong.  If there was someone
outside, he might have thought, "not as big as mine," proudly, though
without knowing why.  She kissed the thick head of the imitation cock,
drooling wetly over the rubber.  Sitting down at the foot of her bed again,
she ran the dildo down between her breasts, and over her trim tummy,
leaving a shining path of saliva.  By the time it reached the apex of her
thighs, Lynn was lying back on her bed, upper body out of field of vision,
but beautiful legs and delicious ass still very much in view.

   "Yessss," she hissed, "I just _love_ that beautiful boy-cock of yours,
honey.  Why don't you stop teasing me and just put that fucking dick in my
hot cunt?  Oh gaaaawd, yes...  I can feel all that hard meat just filling
me up, stretching my poor little pussy.  It's soooo tight, isn't it? 
That's because I haven't been fucked by a real man in a long, long time,
baby.  My ex was a dickless wonder, I could hardly feel him inside me at
all; but you, you've got sooo much _cock_, so _big_, so _hard_.  But who
told you to take it slow?  When I want you to make love to me, I'll tell
you.  Right now, I just want to be fucked, fast and hard.  Your big cock
has got me right on the edge, and I want you to pound me right over.  Oh,
shit yeah, that's right, fuck me harder, I want to feel those big balls of
yours slap my asshole.  Harder, you young fucker!  Ream my little pussy! 
If pound mamma's cunt good, maybe I'll let you take my ass!  Oh, yeah! 
Fuck me!  Fuckme!  FuckmefuckmefuckmefuckMEEEEEE!!!" Her voice became a
wordless cry of pleasure as she fucked herself into orgasm, her voice so
loud that there was no way she could have heard a muffled grunt outside the
door, no way she could have heard the wet splats that followed, no way she
could have heard the rustle of desperate hands wiping up a sticky mess with
a shirt.

   Ten minutes later, she strode out of her room again, comfortably clad in
a white tank-top and those little khaki shorts.  Eyeing her doorframe, she
noted a shimmering mess on the painted wood, somewhat poorly cleaned up. 
Sticking a finger in it, Lynn noted that it was still warm, and incredibly
thick.  "Sweet too," she muttered with a smile as she tasted her fingertip.
It was his first real tribute to her, and it tasted like victory.

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   Suggestions?  This story has thus far been built more or less entirely
out of reader suggestions.  Though I've got my own ideas, I'd really like
to hear yours; they've got a much higher chance of getting into the story
than usual, so send 'em along to: jvalet45@netscape.net
   Thanks!  

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