Mother teases her son until – At Her Husband’s Request
Let me introduce myself. My name is Carol; I’m 36 years old and married to an insatiably horny and successful man. We were married when I was very young and I gave birth to our son Mark when I was just eighteen. I keep myself fit and my husband is very pleased with my 34D breasts, small waist and tight tush.
James, my husband introduced me to Literotica and Sex4stories a couple of years ago. He had me read some of the milder ‘Loving Wives’ stories at first, and then gradually led me into some stronger stuff, especially the incest stories. I was shocked at first and a little disturbed at my husband’s interests but soon I found that I too was most aroused by the themes and situations depicted in the hot stories of mothers seducing their own sons.
As we got more comfortable talking about the subject, James started making comments and teasing me about our son. I had never really thought of my eighteen year old boy in a sexual way at all but after James began speaking of it more frequently I began to think about it more and more. I also began to take notice of my son’s lingering interest in my body. I would catch him staring at my tits or watching my ass as I walked by him. When I mentioned this to my husband it seemed to turn him on.
One night after reading some Mother/Son incest stories to each other and becoming very horny, James suggested that I deliberately tease our son to see what his reaction would be. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, rather nervously at the direction this was heading.
“Just go out into the living room in your nightie and get a magazine from the coffee table.” He replied.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“That’s it, but you have to wear your garter belt and heels too, and no panties.” He answered.
“I don’t know baby, are you sure you want me to?” I resisted.
“Nothing could make me hornier.” He reassured.
O.K., I’ll do it.” I said as I reached over to feel his hardness. The nightgown he picked out for me was a short, black, semi transparent little number with a low cut neckline and spaghetti straps. It came to about mid thigh and no one but my husband had seen me in anything so revealing since we were married.
I donned a black garter belt, and then slid into a pair of black, Cuban heeled, seamed stockings. “Put on your new shoes baby.” James urged as he watched me slip into my negligee.
“I can’t wear those; I’ll look like a complete whore.” I replied, feeling my pussy start to drip with excitement as I watched my husband pull his erect cock from his boxers and begin to stroke it. I retrieved the shoes from the closet and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. They are black and have a very high heel. Like something Betty Page would wear in the fifties. James was squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples from behind as I buckled the ankle straps of my fetish shoes.
I found that I was becoming more aroused than I had ever felt as I dressed up to tease my own young son at my husband’s request. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the illicitness of it was driving me insane. I decided to fix up my face before I went out of the bedroom. I was really getting into this and my husband was jacking off as he watched me apply a pair of long false eyelashes and bright red lipstick.
“Put the lipstick on your nipples and your pussy.” He directed.
I turned in the vanity chair to face my husband and spread my nylon sheathed legs. His face was very intent as he watched me pull my tits from the top of my gown and my hands were actually trembling as I smeared the lipstick over my stiff nipples for him. When they were both perfectly glossy I lowered the tube to my bald cunt and coated each lip until they too, were bright red.
After finishing my husband’s last perverted request I sat and rubbed my red clit as I watched his hand move up and down his raging hard cock. “Do you think Mark will like his whore mommy?” I asked. Hearing myself utter these filthy words sent me into a deeper state of lust as I pulled the nightie up to cover my full boobs.