index


Message-ID: <51411asstr$1119118202@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "NC" <hairpinbend@yahoo.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 14:48:47 +0000 (UTC)
Cache-Post-Path: newsfd02!unknown@ppp20-42.ath.forthnet.gr
Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Wardrobe Part 4 (M/F, mother/son, inc)
Lines: 82
Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 14:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Mother's Wardrobe Part 4
by NC (M/F, mother/son, inc)

So, what do you do after a thing like that? Well, I was at a loss! I wanted
to apologize, but I was terrified. I didn't even have the nerve to look her
in the eyes, after what I've done.  Thank God, her attitude made things
somewhat easier. To cut a long story short, she accepted my apology and
proposed to `let bygones be bygones'. That was undoubtedly a great relief,
but the truth was that things had changed. My mother would hardly talk to me
anymore. She became withdrawn and pensive. As for me... well, I was pretty
shaken up. I would never do anything to jeopardize my relationship with her
again.

Well, maybe `never' is too strong a word! I mean, I had to do something to
blow off some steam every now and then. I couldn't go cold turkey all of a
sudden. So, I took up another habit. Since I couldn't do anything to her, I
started doing it to her... panties. Talk about hitting rock bottom, huh? But
life is full of surprises! In one of my excursions into her lingerie
drawers, I stumbled upon something very interesting. Her diary! I didn't
even know that she was keeping one. That fortuitous discovery turned things
upside down, but enough of my ramblings. Read the following extracts and you
'll understand.

"I called John to my room today, to show him my new clothes. I've always
valued his opinion. He has seen me in my underwear many a time, so I didn't
have any problem undressing in front of him. Only this time, it was
different. I noticed him casting surreptitious, sidelong glances at my body.
I also noticed something else... a bulge in his pants. I couldn't believe it!
I was arousing him! I know that after such a serious realization, the proper
thing for me to do would be to get dressed at once, but the thought that my
son was finding me attractive as a woman, was making my spine tingle. So, I
remained in a state of undress and in a moment of impulse (or sheer lunacy),
I even showed him my ass. John pretended that he didn't see it, but his
flushed cheeks and fidgety behavior gave him away!"

"John decided to pay me a surprise visit in the bathroom today. He suddenly
barged in, as if by accident, but I know for a fact that it was by design. I
could hear his footsteps outside the door for several minutes before. I was
certain that he would try something like that, and I was waiting for him...
naked. I even had an excuse ready, to keep him there for a while. It's been
some days now that he is secretly following me around, trying to see me
naked, so I finally decided to do him a good turn. Of course, I had to keep
up pretences. I acted the prude and kept my private parts hidden for the
duration, but judging from the bulge in his pants, that wasn't enough to mar
his enjoyment of the evening. It's strange but I seem to derive a perverse
pleasure from showing off my body to him!"

"I called John to my room today, on the pretext of needing his help. The
truth is that the last days I am constantly horny. Almost every time that we
are together, he has a noticeable bulge in his pants. Strangely enough, he
is always horny around me and that makes me horny too. So, today I decided
to indulge him (and myself). He was so cute when he entered my room and saw
me without a stitch on. His eyes were out on stalks! As for me, at first I
was a little tensed, but I soon loosened up. John sat comfortably in my bed
and enjoyed my little show. I did all kinds of slutty things around the
room, without any inhibitions or misgivings. But at the end, something
happened that I hadn't anticipated. John tried to initiate sexual
intercourse. I guess that is what happens when you play with fire. I
certainly wasn't ready for such a big step. I pushed him back and asked him
to leave, even though a part of me wanted him to persist and take me by
force. But John is not that kind of person. He would never make me do
anything against my will, so he complied and left. It was probably a wise
decision. For both our sakes."

"It's been two weeks now. My poor John still feels miserable. Unfortunately,
there is nothing I can do. I have to keep a distance. I am afraid that if I
reach out to him, something might happen that we would both live to regret
it. It's better this way.
A few days ago, I bought myself a vibrator. Who would have thought! A woman
of my social stature, in a sex shop! But I couldn't help it. I desperately
needed something to quench my ever-increasing sexual thirst. Every night I
fuck myself with that huge fake penis, but the truth is, that it is just
that... fake, cold and soulless. What I really yearn for, is John's living,
warm, throbbing cock. Sometimes I imagine him coming into my room, naked. He
rips my clothes to shreds. I beg him to stop but he laughs at me. He slaps
me around and makes me do all kinds of nasty things. Oh God! I want my own
son! What kind of a person am I? Why is this happening to me?"

End of part 4...
-----------------------------------------
Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+