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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Carly Mom V by LaurenMom (MF, mast, voy) (Mar 2008)
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Summary: Following their lunch date, Carly and her son Stephen stop at
the bank so he can conduct a bit of business before they part ways and
return to their offices. But to Carly's surprise, Stephen's business
includes more than extracting things from his safe deposit box.

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laurenmom@writeme.com

Story: Carly Mom V by LaurenMom (MF, mast, voy) (Mar 2008)

Mother and son walked the four blocks to the bank Carly and her family
had used for her personal banking for many years and which also
handled the finances of her business. She knew well the path down the
large oak stairway, to the private elevator, down further to the safe
deposit box reception desk. Both Carly and Stephen were well known to
the personnel there. Yet, Stephen still had to produce his key and
appropriate identification. Carly asked if her son would rather she
wait outside while he went in the private room where a bank employee
would shortly be delivering his box. Stephen told Carly that there was
no reason for her to wait outside, so she entered the room with him.

The private rooms for safe deposit box customers were large and very
well adorned with beautiful wood tables and large, comfortable leather
chairs. Carly sat in a soft chair while Stephen stood at the table,
waiting fpr his box to be brought in. When  it had been delivered, the
bank employee told the two to let them know if they had a need, then
he closed the heavy door as he exited.

Stephen opened the box on the table and took out a half dozen small
packets of papers, deeds for various properties he and his wife Paige
owned. He knew full well that his mother and father had several boxes
just a few rooms away that were filled with considerably more than
his. He took the deeds he was looking for and tucked them into his
briefcase.

"You remember the first time you and Dad brought me here?" he asked
Carly.

"Yes," she replied with a smile. "You were probably 5. You thought
this was the coolest place ever."

"You know what Dad told me then?" Stephen asked. "He told me that this
was the most private place you could come to. No one would ever bother
you for any reason. No one could see or hear what you were doing,
because it wasn't their business to know. I thought that was pretty
cool."

"I guess so," Carly replied. "That is true. They wouldn't come in her
for any reason, unless maybe they thought someone was in here alone
and they might have died or something." Carly suddenly noticed a
wicked grin on her son's face. "What the heck are you up to, Stephen?"

"I have an idea, Mom," he said. Carly gave her son a worried look.
"I'm thinking about our conversation from the restaurant. It went in a
direction I never expected." Carly thought to herself that thought the
same thing, that the two of them wouldn't have talked so openly about
her marital issues. Nor that they would have revisited the sexually
charged phone conversation they had several nights before.

"Yes?" she said. "So?"

"So," he continued, "I was thinking...I really don't think you were
upset by my phone call the other night. I think you were intrigued by
it."

"Stephen," Carly said, "Let's not start that again. It's ridiculous.
I'm your mother."

"You're a beautiful, vital, sexy woman who's really lonely," he said.
"And I'm thinking, also a really horny woman."

"Stephen!" Carly said. "That's enough. We're done with this
conversation. Let's go, please." Stephen didn't move.

"Mom," he said, "I think maybe when you had a chance to think about
it, you liked what I did on the phone." Carly once again wondered how
her son could possibly have an idea what she had been thinking. Could
he read her mind? "And I think you might like the opportunity to do
more than hear me pleasure myself."

"What the hell are you talking about, Stephen?" Carly said. Stephen
removed his suit jacked and tossed it to a nearby chair.

"I'm talking about letting you see me do it," Stephen said. "I think
maybe you'd like to see what I was doing. And I think I'd really like
to have you watch me do it. You can even join me if you want."

"Are you crazy?" Carly asked. "Listen to me..I, am, your, mother! Are
you saying that I should masturbate here? No way! Not gonna happen!
You're nuts, Stephen. Let's get out of here." But despite her stern
words, she did not move toward the door.

"You said you don't want to do it," Stephen said. "But you didn't say
you didn't want to see me do it." Stephen smiled genuinely at his
mother. "Mom, we need each other. I know I need you and I think you
need me too. I think you're just too reluctant to admit it. Now, if
you want me to stop, tell me and I will." Stephen reached a hand down
to his zipper and slid it down. He waited for his mother to protest.
She was silent. "Just say the word and I'll stop, Mom." No movement.
No words.

Stephen reached his hand inside his fly and moments later he pulled
out his penis. He kept staring his mother in the eyes. Carly's gaze
was focused on her son's protruding member. Stephen held it at the
base and gently shook it up and down. He asked Carly if she wanted him
to put it away. She still did not move nor speak.

He began to slowly stroke himself. And gradually, he got harder and
harder. Stephen continued to look directly at Carly. She looked from
his erection to his eyes and back again. All she could get herself to
say was a feeble, "Oh, Stephen..."

"I think you like seeing that," he said. "Am I right?" Carly wanted to
reply, or at least to nod her head. But she was frozen. "I like you
watching me play with it, Mom. I thought I probably would, and I was
right. I guess it's o.k. now to say that I was really turned on when I
talked to you the other night, while I did this." He stroked in long,
deliberate motions. "I loved that you talked to me, Mom. I loved
hearing your voice while I did it." Carly was still silent. "Do you
remember the question you asked me, Mom?" Carly looked startled.
Stephen did remember. She had assured herself that he would have no
recollection. "What did you ask me, Mom? Did you forget?"

Carly shook her head faintly and said quietly, "I asked, 'Where do you
want to stick that thing?'"

"Mmmmm," Stephen moaned, "That's right. You asked where I wanted to
stick, this thing. Do you remember what I said, Mom?" Carly nodded, a
bit more boldly now. "What was it? What did I say, Mom?"

Carly spoke a bit louder this time, "You said, 'In your pussy.'"

"You do remember," Stephen said. "I honestly didn't mean to say that.
It just came out. Then I tried to cover it up. But I liked that I said
it. Did you like it?" Carly just looked into his eyes without making a
sound. "You sure you don't want to join me, Mom? We're totally alone
in here. No one would have any idea. How about touching it. Do you
want to touch it?" He kept stroking his fully hard dick and continued
watching his mother's expression. He waited for an answer.

"I can't Stephen," she whispered. "I just can't. Don't ask me. I
can't."

"It's o.k., Mom," Stephen said. "I just want to do it for you if
that's what you want. You want to see me go all the way?" Carly stared
and nodded again. She had no idea why, but she felt paralyzed, wanting
to leave immediately, yet unable to look away. Stephen slowed his
strokes and squeezed himself tighter. "OOoooohhhhhh. I like you
watching me stroke it, Mom. AaaAaaaahhhhhhh, yyyeeaaaahhhhh..."

Carly could tell that her son was getting close to climax. She
recognized his moans from their phone encounter. Stephen was clearly
enjoying jerking himself while his mother watched. He moved close to
the table and slapped his penis on the hard surface. Carly had never
seen man do this, but she found it a fascinating act. Her son went
back to his strokes, which were now even slower, his grip very tight.
He brought his clenched hand to the tip of his erection, then pulled
it very slowly down. Carly saw that his cock was extremely firm, and
dark red. When he got to the base, he held it tightly and pointed it
upward at a slight angle.

Stephen's ejaculation began with tiny twitches. He held his dick
firmly as the pulses quickened. He inhaled deeply and held his breath
in. A few seconds later, he exhaled with a moan and the spurting
began. Long jets of white liquid shot forth from the tiny slit at the
end of his hard cock. They shot at least 12 inches in front of him,
making a line on the polished wood. The rush that went through Carly
nearly made her gasp as she witnessed her son's substantial cumshot
just a few feet away.

"Oh, Stephen," she said, rising slowly to her feet. Her son shook his
still hard penis, slapping it on the hard surface again, urging the
last few drops of semen onto the table. He looked into his mother's
eyes once more, trying to read what she was feeling.

Without saying a word, Carly pulled a white cotton handkerchief from
her coat pocket. She unfolded it several times and in one long swipe,
she lifted her son's pool of semen from the tabletop. She stood for at
least 10 seconds, returning his stare. Carly then said only, "Goodbye,
Stephen." She turned and walked to the heavy door, opened it slightly,
looked out to make sure no one was close and able to see inside, then
she exited, closing the door behind her. Stephen was left alone to
tuck himself back into his pants and pack-up his things.

Meanwhile, Carly's mind was in a whirl as she headed for the elevator.
She went up to the next level, but instead of ascending the large
stairway to the main lobby, she ducked into the bathroom she knew was
down the hallway on her right. As Carly anticipated, the single
bathroom was empty. She closed the door behind her and heard the heavy
click, followed by the movement of the brass deadbolt as she locked it
securely.

Carly turned and leaned her back against the door. She laid her head
back and closed her eyes, trying to collect herself. Many things were
rushing through her head at the same time. She also felt waves of heat
and tingling throughout her body. Suddenly Carly pulled up her long,
loose skirt and immediately placed her hand, on top of her panties,
directly over her mound and pressed firmly. She then recognized the
overwhelming sexual desire that was sweeping over her.

Carly moved her hand up, then plunged it inside her panties. She had
no trouble sliding her fingers into her slit, separating her labia.
She was extremely wet and slippery. Instead of teasing the way she had
the night before, Carly went directly for strong clitoral stimulation.

"OOohhhhhhhhhhhh," Carly moaned as her fingers got wetter and put
circular pressure on her very sensitive bud.
"AAahhhh...aaahhh...ahh...ahhhhhh..." Carly's hand moved rapidly back
and forth, feeling the warm wetness of her own lubrication. "OOhhh,
yessss Baby...stroke it for me...it's so hard...I wanna see you
cummmm...yyyeeeaaahhhh..."

Suddenly Carly's eyes opened as a thought hit her like a thunderbolt.
Her free hand shot into her coat pocket and she removed the
handkerchief she had just used downstairs. Without hesitation, she
opened the folds and put the handkerchief to her mouth. Carly extended
her tongue to taste her son's semen, which was still thick and warm.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH..." she moaned in ecstacy, continuing to fervently
rub her wet pussy which was aching for release. "Ohhh, it tastes so
good!" Her orgasm exploded between her legs, sending spasms of
pleasure which radiated from her pussy, down her legs and up her
torso.

Carly rubbed and rubbed her pussy, squeezing her clit to intensify her
orgasm as much as possible. She licked some of Stephen's cum from the
cloth and swirled it in her mouth. Carly then stood still as her
orgasm died down. She felt strong pulses from her vagina on her hand,
which she kept in place for at least a minute. Carly was moaning
softly and panting. As her breathing slowed and her body relaxed, she
removed the handkerchief from her lips, opened her eyes and looked at
herself in the mirror.

The night before, Carly's orgasm left her spent and ready for sleep.
This time, the huge release made her laugh. At least for the moment,
she didn't care what anyone might think of what she had just done. She
didn't know what would happen next and for right now, it didn't
matter. At that moment, she was simply a woman who felt very alive,
who had just satisfied a deep, physical longing...and it was
wonderful. "I'll worry about the rest later," she whispered to herself
as she removed her hand from her panties, allowed her skirt to fall
back into place and prepared to clean herself up.

The End

laurenmom@writeme.com

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