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Subject: {ASSM} Mother Knows Best, Chapter 5, by JValet.  mF, inc, mc, rom?
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Disclaimer: If you're not old enough to be reading this, don't.

"Mother Knows Best"  Chapter 5, by JValet

The rest of this story can be read at storiesonline.net, or at
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Otherwise, read on!

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Justin sat back on the toilet, his hand wrapped around the thick
shaft of his meaty cock, beating it for all he was worth.  An
open bottle of baby oil stood on the sink beside him, and his
dick glistened wetly while slick, obscene noises filled the
little room.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah," he hissed.  "Take it in your mouth, suck my
cock." Lynn's panties muffled his voice as he held them to his
nose, inhaling deeply.  More importantly, an old Victoria's
Secret catalogue sat splayed on the floor, unused.

His mom squatted outside the door, peeking in through the
keyhole, vigorously rubbing her sopping wet pussy as she watched
her son jack his gloriously big dick while sniffing her panties.
<i>I'll suck that pole for you baby,</i> she thought to herself,
remembering the sweet taste of his virgin meat in her mouth. 
<i>Mommy will swallow that big, hard cock of yours any time you
ask, honey.  Just wait a little longer. Mommy's got to make
<b>sure</b> that it's her you want.</i>

Justin grunted with effort as he jacked harder, trying to reach
the orgasm that was at his fingertips, yet a world away.  His
bloated nutsack slapped loudly against the hairy flesh of his
thighs while he pumped away with both hands, now, holding his
mother's panties between his teeth.

Smiling impishly, Lynn knocked on the bathroom door.  "Are you
okay in there, hon?"  Through the keyhole, she saw him freeze, a
look of terror on his face.  Letting the sodden panties fall out
of his mouth, Justin coughed.

"I-I'm fine, mom.  Just, just a little busy is all."

"Oh, 'busy,' eh?"  She chuckled softly.  "Do you remember when
you were a little boy, and you used to <i>cum</i> with me
everywhere?"  His dick throbbed visibly at the word "cum", and a
new dollop of precum rolled down the thick shaft.  His left hand
began to stroke slowly, stealthily, as though he were afraid
she'd hear him.  "Anything I'd do, anywhere I'd go, you'd always
ask if you could <i>cum</i>."  She hummed that last "m".  "'Oh
mommy, mommy, please let me <i>cum</i>," she said in mockingly
juvenile tones.  "Sometimes I'd tease you, and make you beg to
come, just to know that you still wanted to be with your mommy,"
Lynn watched him fuck his fist, and smiled.  "And when I finally
let you <i>cum</i>, you'd be the happiest little boy in the
world, you loved <i>cumming</i> with mommy sooo much.  Anyway, I
was wondering if you wanted to <i>cum</i> with me to the mall
tomorrow, okay?  Do you want that, Justin?  Do you want to
<i>cum</i>?  You can if you want to,"  No sooner had the words
"you can" left her lips than Justin grunted once, loudly, and a
great plume of semen erupted from his cock, coating his fist, and
his t-shirt, splattering his neck.  In an effort to keep his
spurting dick under control, he wrapped the head in the first
item that came to hand - Lynn's own panties.

Laughing silently to herself, she stood, and knocked on the door
again. "Are you sure you're okay?"  She asked.  "You don't sound
so good."

"I'm okay," he said in strained tones.  "Honest.  J-just workin'
hard in here is all."

"All right then, sweetie.  I'll meet you back on the couch."  She
sauntered away from the door, replaying the image of his powerful
teenaged rod, blowing its load, imagining it doing the same
within the hot, tight confines of her cunt.

Several minutes later, Justin emerged, looking somewhat
bedraggled, and short of breath.  His clothing was rumpled, and
the front of his shirt showed signs of having been wiped off
hastily with a wet cloth.  His right hand was clenching something
in his pocket.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey?  You look kinda flushed. 
C'mere, so I can see if you're running a temperature."

"N-no, I'm just kinda tired, I guess.  I think I'll just go to
bed, okay?"

"Are you sure?"  Lynn asked, sitting up and looking back at her
son with a feigned look of concern.  "I was hoping we could spend
the evening together, find something <i>fun</i> to do."  She
turned, and knelt on the couch, propping herself up on the back.
Miles of tanned, smooth flesh were revealed by the white tube-top
she wore; the clingy cotton stretched tightly over her firm
handfuls of titflesh, distorting the bespangled legend "Flirt" in
a most attractive fashion.

Justin stared at her cleavage for a full ten seconds, closed his
eyes, sighed.  "No.  I mean, yes.  I mean, I'm sure.  I
<i>really</i> have to get to bed."

"<i>Hard</i> day?"  She pouted.

He gave his mom a stricken look.  "Something like that, yeah."

"Well, come here and give me a good-night kiss, then."  She
extended her arms, as though expecting a hug.  Reluctantly, he
shuffled over, wanting nothing more than to conceal the newly
growing arousal in his pants.

As Lynn had guessed, her position on the couch had put her head
roughly on a level with Justin's crotch.  From this distance, she
could clearly detect the aroma of his recent ejaculation, and it
made her mouth water.  While she sampled the scent of his cock,
he was scanning the wide expanse of her back left open by the
tiny tube top.  Following the sinuous line of Lynne's back down
to her luscious butt, he found that the only other thing she was
wearing were a pair of baby-blue boy shorts that hugged her
delightfully round ass cheeks in soft, paper- thin cotton.  The
word "Sweet" was emblazoned across those curves in white.

"See something you like?"  Lynn asked coyly.  Justin recoiled in
shock.

"No!  What?  No.  I was just, ah, thinking."

"Well, either think down here with me," her hand began caressing
his. "Or kiss your old mom goodnight, and do it in your room."

Lynne watched her son blink, the struggle and confusion on his
face evident.  A great surge of love and compassion welled up in
her, and she decided to make it easy on him.

"Oh, go, will you?  I was only kidding."  She patted his hand. 
Relief flooded his features.  He bent, kissed her on the cheek,
and fairly ran from the room.

"Have fun!"  She called out after him.  "And don't forget to
light your incense before you go to sleep!"

"I won't," he shouted down the stairs.

While the object of her affections stumped off to his room, Lynn
sat down again, and began to think.  Things were definitely
progressing, yes.  Justin was definitely looking at his "old mom"
in a new light. But he kept running up against that old
conscience of his; maybe rewriting the sexual mores civilization
had set down eons ago was too much to expect from a little
incense and some slutty clothes.  Or maybe she had to take a more
hands-on approach.  And why had she had the uncontrollable urge
to take the panties out of his pocket, and embarass him?   She
definitely wasn't looking to make him feel bad.  Quite the
opposite.  But he did look fuckably delicious when he blushed
like that.  Spreading her long legs wide,  Lynn began frigging
her juicy little quim again, thinking of how magnificent his cock
looked when he came.

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Many delightfully tingly orgasms later, Lynn wobbled naked into
Justin's room on unsteady legs.  He lay there, asleep, prostate,
sheets kicked off his lithe swimmer's body, cock standing
powerful, erect, manly.  If her pussy could make noise, it would
have growled hungrily.

Sauntering towards the bed, she called out his name.

"Justin?  Justin, honey?  Can you hear me?"

"Yes, momm," he slurred.  His cock pulsed, and a gob of precum
flowed down the shaft.

"How was your day, sweetheart?  Did you find the woman with that
wonderful perfume?"  She climbed onto his bed, straddling her
boy's slim form.

"Yessss," he hissed.

"Do you remember who that was?  The woman whose scent makes you
feel so seduced, so wonderfully sexy?"

"Yes," Justin moaned as Lynn rubbed his glans against the hot,
dripping lips of her cunt.

"Who was that, honey?  Who makes you feel hornier than anyone? 
Who makes your cock harder than steel?  Who's the only one that
can make you cum?"  The throbbing head of his dick slid easily
between the grasping folds of her pussy.

"You do!  Mom, you do!"  Justin's hips jerked upwards, trying to
penetrate slippery heat he felt sucking his knob.

"Goood boy!"  She enthused, slowly impaling her pussy on his
dick.  "Now honey, I'm going to ask you to open your eyes in a
minute; when you do, you may see something shocking, but I want
you to remember that it's just a dream.  A wonderful, sexy, horny
dream, but just a dream nonetheless.  And when you wake up in the
morning, you'll remember this dream, and how hot it made you, how
hot I made you."  Feeling the backs of her firm thighs touch base
with his hairy hips, she sat back and began to slowly rock,
grinding his cock against her pubic bone.  Using one hand to
stabilize herself, Lynn reached back and started playing with her
son's bloated scrotum.  "Now," she said quietly.  "Open your
eyes."

His eyelids rolled up, and for a moment he stared, unfocussed,
off into space.  Seconds later, they zeroed in on the slender
form quietly fucking his formerly virgin cock.

"Oh, god honey, that's it, fuck mommy's pussy," Lynn groaned
theatrically, picking up the pace.  "Mmmm, fuck yeah... I just
<i>love</i> your big, young, cock!  You fill mommy up soo goood,
baby." Justin's instincts began to kick in, and suddenly, his
hands gripped her hips tight, and he started to pump his own mom
with his steely cock.  "Oh, shit yeah!"  She shouted as she felt
her boy's dick ramming her tight cunt with all the force and
speed that only a teenager could muster.  "Aren't you glad now
that I seduced you, honey?  Aren't you glad that you gave up
those silly ethics that told you <i>this</i> was wrong?  I'm
making you happier, hornier, than any little girl ever could!"

"Yes mom, yes mom, yes mom," came the panting mantra from Justin.

"Good boy!"  She shouted, fucking back at the pounding, panting
form beneath her.  "Now, I want you to remember this... I want
you to remember how good it feels to fuck your mommy, how good it
feels to just let me win, to let me seduce you, to melt all those
silly inhibitions away... can you do that honey?"

"Yes mommy, yes!  Seduce me!  Please!  I always want to feel like
this!"

"That's mommy's little boy.  Now, fuck me honey, fuck me for all
you're worth!  Because <i>mother knows best!</i>"

Double cries of passion and, eventually, orgasm, rebounded off
the walls of Justin's small room, and oustide, to startle
passerby.

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