Mother grooms her son through his fetish for her lingerie

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When my ejaculation had ceased I became aware that the faint smell of my semen was mixing with her heady scent.

Obviously aware of my embarrassment she said, “I think I better freshen up those trousers and boxer shorts your wearing when we get home love, if that’s alright?”

It was all so matter-of-fact and every day. I had just come hard and pulsing in my pants at the sight and smell of my mother. Impossible to miss, she seemed to understand how I felt and sensitively made no humiliating comments.

“Put my bag back on the seat for me my love,” she said, readjusting the mirror and starting the engine.

I just grunted something, clicked on my seatbelt, returned the bag then turned my head to look away. But I too could smell congealing semen on me.

In the window I focussed on her reflection and saw Mum smile to herself, turn on the car radio and we drove home without speaking further.

Unknown to me at that time, far from being repulsed at the odour of my semen, she was secretly aroused and emboldened to realise my seed had been spent in erotic desire of her.

While she got tea ready I sat at the table and completed some written work to accompany my college project. For the first time that day I was able to concentrate and somehow I managed to get it all done. But in the back of my mind I knew I had another close encounter of the erotic kind awaiting me later.

“Are you ready to eat love?” she called from the ktchen, snapping me out of my concentration.

“Yes Mum,” I called back,” I’ll like, just go upstairs to take a shower and change.”

By the time I came back to the dining room 20 minutes later she was already seated opposite my place at the table, looking completely different than when we had driven home.

She had changed into figure hugging jeans and a tight sleeveless army green vest without a bra, her nipples standing proud through the thin material.

Her hair was in a different up-do, beautifully arranged at the back, and there again were the ivory-white earrings.

However it was her face that transfixed me. She had put on delicate green eye shadow and her lips were made up with perfectly applied red wet-look lipstick. Her expensive Chanel perfume filled my head, making me feel slightly intoxicated.

She looked so much younger. So beautiful. So sexy.

I wanted to touch her, run my hands over the curves of her delicious breasts and smother her lips with passionate kisses.

“Still like what you see Jack?” She asked softly. “Does it do the job for you love?”

“Jeez yes Mum'” I said, my eyes fixated on her firm breasts and the blunt pegs of her erect nipples.

“This morning you asked me to fetch home a selection of the lingerie and makeup catalogues and brochures we produce at work.”

“Yeah, cool,” I said, trying to sound offhand as if it didn’t really matter, “So did you remember?”

“I thought you’d already spotted them in the car love,” she said with a smile.

After clearing away the meal things and helping her to wash up, we settled at the table. I carefully laid out all the photos I’d printed off earlier and those taken on the night she went out with friends.

I could tell she was fascinated with my photos of her. And there was no doubt they were good, making her look like a regular mature model.

After comparing the shots of her with those in the catalogues she had to agree she did look good.

“D’you really think I could get work as a mature model?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you what we can do,”I said, “We could work on a cool portfolio of you that you can take and show your boss?”

CHAPTER 4

Tuesday was always the only day Mum didn’t drive me to college. She had to leave early and I took the bus. More often than not I didn’t see her before she left, but she always shouted goodbye up the stairs to me before going out the door .

This Tuesday was different. I was still fast asleep when she called me from her bedroom.

“Jack! ” she called.

“Yes Mum,” I answered sleepily.

“Come here and zip me up will you love?”

Still half asleep and wiping grit from my eyes I padded barefoot into her bedroom wearing only a ‘T’ shirt and shorts.

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