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Subject: {ASSM} "Mother Knows Best" Chapter 3, mF, inc, mc, etc.  By JValet
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"Mother Knows Best" Chapter 3

This story has been built entirely by fan suggestions, if you want your 
ideas included, e-mail me!  Thanks go out to JB and JD for their 
suggestions.  Keep 'em coming, folks!

Chapters one and two can be found at my ASSTR folder, and in my 
Storiesonline Blog.

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Lynn descended the stairs, looking forward to another evening with her
son, teasing him, feeling his discomfort, knowing that he would find
himself growing hard in her presence, now, just from the memory that 
his afternoon orgasm had given.

Her own hot cunt, still sticky from her adventure with the dildo, 
twitched at the thought.  She gave herself a quick feel as she came
down the stairs.

With a thundering noise, Justin rushed past her, almost knocking his
mom down in her reverie.

"GottagomomJaycalledIllbebacktonight!"  He shouted as he ran.

<i>Thinks he can get away scott free, does he?</i>  Lynn thought,
watching him go. <i>Well, just wait 'til he gets home.</i>  Her fingers
dipped into her now damp shorts, and began stroking her wet little 
clit.

*	*	*

Later that evening, some time around two, when Justin opened the front
door as quiety as only a teenager knows how, he was probably dismayed 
to see that the lights in living room were still ablaze, and the TV 
roared. That meant sneaking in would be next to impossible, and he'd
have to face his mom.  

He gulped, and adjusted the fat slug in his pants.

Slipping past the living room, he saw that while the TV was on, his mom 
lay on the couch, curled up.  Shoes in hand, tiptoeing through to the
safety of the stairs, he took a second look.  Her breathing was soft, 
deep and even.  Dead to the world, apparently.  She was wearing a long,
blue dressing gown, the fabric having slipped away from her legs, 
revealing miles of soft, creamy flesh.

Justin stopped cold, staring at his mom's gams, watching the way she
flexed and rubbed one on the other in absent sleep.  He adjusted his
growing erection again.  

She muttered in her sleep, something about "big young cock," and 
shifted her legs again, this time spreading her thighs <i>ever</i> so
slightly.  The catch in his breathing was audible.  He could just see
the smooth-shaven mound of her pussy, puffy outer labia cushioning the
delicate petals of her inner lips.  Beads of moisture rolled out from 
the hot, waiting hole between her legs.  He began to stroke his dick
through his pants, remembering the wet smacks of the dildo as she 
pounded her pussy, crying out for a big, fat cock <i>just like his</i>!

"Mmmm yeah," she mumbled.  "Take it out, show me your dick, let me see
how big your cock is."  In an aroused daze, he complied.  Mother Knows
Best, a little voice said.  Not that he'd whip it out if she were 
awake, of course not.  But a little surreptitous jerking never hurt 
anybody.

Lynn rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide.  Her eyes were
still closed, and she spoke as in a dream.  

"Fuck me, honey...fuck my cunt.  Mmmm, yes.. fuck me... just like 
that," her face was a mask of pleasure.  

Justin's cock was leaking all over his hand, now, staring at his 
mother's splayed thighs, at the hungry, pink mouth between them, 
hearing her cries for a cock...a big cock...<i>his</i> cock...

His knees trembled, and before he could stop himself, he was cumming,
rope after rope of thick, creamy spunk squirting all over his hand,
the couch, and two or three blasts on his mom's tanned thighs.  A 
final feeble squirt landed on her slim, delectable toes, and he snapped
back to reality.  The enormity of what he'd done, blown a big load of
hot jizz all over his mother, came slamming down over him, and Justin
ran out of the room, not caring if she heard him, wanting only to go
to sleep, and hopefully discover that it had all been a dream.

Lynn watched him go, knowing that before his head ever touched the 
pillow, he'd light a stick of Dreamrood, opening his mind for the third
night in a row.  Giggling softly, she began spreading his cream over 
the smooth flesh of her calves and thighs, relishing the smell, and 
occasionally tasting her fingers.

Playing with him like this was almost as much fun as fucking.

Almost.

*	*	*

Three a.m. found Lynn slinking into her son's room, robe already on
the floor outside, breasts bobbing with each step.

"Hello, darling," she said, leaning over his blank face, brushing her
nipples against his smooth chest.  Kissing Justin on his slack lips, 
she sat down next to him, running her hand all over his torso.

"Where did you go tonight?"

"Jay was having a party."

"Were you trying to get away from your mom?"

"Yes...no...Jenny was there."  Her hand stopped.

"Who's Jenny?"

"A girl.  We've been out once or twice.  She let me touch her tits, 
once.  I think she's going to let me go all the way."

Slut.  "Are you going to see Jenny again soon?"

"'Morrow night, maybe..." 

"Honey, do you remember who knows best?"

"You do, mom."  He sighed as her hand began massaging the head of his 
dick.

"Which means that whatever I tell you has to be true, right?"

"Ye- ah!  Yes, mom!"  His breath quickened as she palmed his cock.

"So, when I say Jenny's little cunt has been fucked by pigs, then 
that's true?"

"Yes?"

"And if I tell you that she lets dogs rape her asshole, then that's 
true as well?"

"Yes."  More confidently, now, as she rewarded him.

"Do you still like her, now that you know she's an animal-fucking 
slut?"

"No."

"Good.  So, tomorrow, you'll call her and cancel your date?"

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  Her fingers were doing something at the base of his
dick.

"You'd rather spend the evening with me anyway, wouldn't you?"

"Um...ohhh, yessss..."

"You like looking at me, don't you?  I know you've been touching 
yourself, watching me."

"Oh, god, yes!"

"And didn't that feel good?"

"Sooo fucking good, mom..."

"So what are you going to do?"

"C-cancel with pig-slut," she slurped his leaky knob into her mouth, 
"so I can spend the night w-ith youuuuuuu!"  His voice devolved into a
cry as she slowly buried her nose in his pubic hair.

After holding him deep in her throat for a while, she slid his 
throbbing meat out of her mouth, and sat up again, jerking him with
quick, sharp strokes.

"Honey," she said breathlessly, "in a moment I'm going to let you smell
something.  It will be the most wonderful scent, making your cock 
harder than iron, and your will softer than butter.  Do you 
understand?"

"Harder than <i>ah!</i> iron...s-softer than b-butter..."

"That's right...the more you smell, the hornier you'll get.  The 
hornier you are, the weaker, the more seduced you'll feel.  Slowly, 
your inhibitions will melt away with the aroma; all you will care
about is the need you feel in your big, stiff cock."

"In my big, stiff cock," he repeated after her, swallowing her
instructions.

"It may take time, but slowly, inexorably, you will fall under the
soft, sweet spell that this scent casts over you, seducing your will,
sapping your power to resist it, or the woman whose spell it is.  No
matter who she is, she will become irresistable in your eyes...seducing
you with her body, with her touch, her aroma, her very glance.  Do you
understand, sweetheart?"

"Y-YES!"  The strokes came faster, now, driving Justin to the brink of
orgasm.

Reaching between her legs, she slowly drew her fingers across her 
sopping wet pussy lips.  Fingertips dripping with her sweet girl goo, 
Lynn smeared her pungent cunt cream all over his upper lip.

"Breathe deeply, now, darling.  The more you take in, the better you
feel..."  She repeated this like a mantra, jerking Justin's cock 
faster, her hand a blur on his meat, her fingers playing over his lips
and nose, watching him try to vacuum in every particle of her creamy
perfume.

"Thaaat's right, so horny now...so seduced...getting ready to cum, now,
driven right to the edge by this smell...so sweet...but you can't."  
She took her hand away from her son's member, much to his shock and 
dismay.  "Not until the woman who possesses this aroma says you can...
as horny as you'll be, as much as you'll jerk that cock, it locks all
that sweet sperm in your fat balls...until she says otherwise...
understand?"

"Yes," he said, disappointed.

"Don't worry my sweet boy, she may be closer than you think."  Kissing
him again on the forehead, Lynn left as quietly as she had entered.

*	*	*

So?  What happens tomorrow?  Let me know!  mail your suggestions to:
jvalet45@netscape.net

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