MOTHER CHANGED HER MIND

One Saturday morning about eighteen months ago, whilst tidying up my son's bedroom, and collecting his laundry, I noticed he had left his computer on. Normally I wouldn't have taken much notice, but something caught my eye. The screen looked as though it was displaying a document, and when I looked more closely, there was a line of upper case letters which said. "COME AND FUCK ME". I couldn't believe it, so I carried on reading. The part of the document I read suggested that a son was seducing his mother. Curiosity got the better of me, resulting in me sitting at my son's desk and scrolling back to the beginning of the document. Not before checking the page number, and position of the last line of text being displayed on the screen, so that I could return the screen to its original position.

The document, which referred to the incestuous relationship between mother and son, was un-titled and without the authors name. It began with a mother tidying up her son's bedroom. According to the story, the forty three year old woman named Eva had been divorced for seven years. She was an extremely attractive natural blonde, with an hour glass figure, and magnificent breasts. The story's text didn't actually use the word breast, it used a more derogatory term. The woman's description fitted me exactly. Only my name, Laura, had been changed. I assumed Mark, my son, was writing the story using my description for his character.

The mother in the story, whilst tidying up her son bedroom opened his night stand drawer and discovered a manuscript, beneath which she found a box of condoms. I open the drawer in Mark's night stand, half expecting to find a manuscript, but there wasn't one, there was however, a box of condoms. Mark at that point was twenty two and had just finished college. I always knew he was a careful and responsible person and obviously had been practicing safe sex with his lady friends at college. I opened the box expecting to find some of its contents missing. But it was full, and when I counted them they were all there.

Suddenly my legs began to tremble, they felt weak as if they were unable to support me. Sitting on the side of Mark's bed I was trying to understand why I was experiencing such feelings and why Mark would be writing incestuous stories. What was he thinking? Mark had obviously forgotten to turn his PC off. But had he? He knew I would be tidying up his room and collecting his clothes from the laundry basket. So had he left his PC on, with his story deliberately displayed on the screen, expecting me to read it? If I turn his PC off then he will know I've seen the story, not necessarily read it though. If I leave his PC on, he can't be sure whether I've seen the story or not.

I moved back to sit at his desk and continued to read the story. Much to my surprise Mark wrote himself into the story. It was only when he described himself, and kept his same name that I realized that my son was having sexual thoughts and lusting after Eva, his fictitious mother. As I continued to read, I wondered if his sexual feelings and fantasies were directed towards me, and was he transferring his feelings for me, into his story. I was really upset, in fact disgusted that he could even think about having sexual relations with me. The mother character in Mark's story also realized that her son had sexual feelings towards her, but unlike me, at some time in the past, she had openly admitted to her son, that she was lonely, having been without male companionship for so long.

Over the following month, the mother in the story couldn't get it off her mind that her son was physically attracted to her. The fact that he, a man, lusted after her body only increased her loneliness, causing her to become sexually frustrated. At night she began to caress her own body, fantasizing that a stranger had broken in, and crept into bed with her, with every intention of using her body to satisfy himself. Over time her fantasy changed whereby she was no longer visited by the stranger, but instead visited by her son, who lies beside her kissing and caressing her body. Her fantasy develops that her son begins to undress her, slipping the shoulder straps of her silk nightgown down her arms before forcefully removing her nightgown, allowing him to caress and kiss her naked body.

The story took a turn, when on the morning of her birthday her son came down stairs carrying a bunch of flowers and a card. She watched as he placed both on the table in front of where she sat to eat breakfast. Wandering over to where Eva was preparing breakfast, put his arms around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her on the neck, after which he wished her happy birthday. Eva was surprised because her son was not normally that affectionate. She knew he loved her, in a motherly sort of way, but kissing was just not his thing, not with her anyway. She thanked him for the flowers and card and kissed him back, quickly on the lips. To celebrate her birthday he asked her out, having reserved a table for Saturday night at a local restaurant.

Saturday night when she was finally ready to leave, her son complemented her on her outfit, although secretly he would have preferred her to look a little younger, wearing something more modern and revealing. Arm in arm he escorted her to his car, opened the door then waited until she was settled before assisting her with the seat belt, ensuring the back of his hand brushed across her breasts. When Mark had settled himself in the driver's seat he reach across to check that his mother's door was closed, at the same time pressing his arm against her breasts.

After their meal they sat there talking and listening to the music as a small band played for the few dancers on the small dance floor. Eva asked Mark to dance, Mark declined making the excuse that he couldn't dance. Eva begged him, stating that it was her birthday they were celebrating, Mark relented, stood up and held his hand out for Eva to take. As they danced more people crowded on the floor causing couples to be pushed closer together. Eva thought she could feel Mark becoming aroused and confirmed the fact by rubbing up against him. She could see that Mark was embarrassed but she just smiled at him and maintained her closeness to him.

When they arrived home Mark followed his mother up the stairs, before entering her bedroom Eva kissed her son on the lips, thanked him for a wonderful evening, before quickly disappearing into her room. Lying In bed Eva thought about her son and the evening, especially the part on the dance floor when he became aroused. She especially enjoyed the part where they danced close and rubbing up against him to prove to herself that he had an erection. The way her son reacted as they danced together only confirmed Eva's thoughts that her son was sexually attracted to her.

As I continued to read, the story starts to become more erotic, because up until that point everything was supposition, but now the fictitious Eva begins to pleasure herself whilst thinking about her son. With one hand she starts to caress and squeeze her breast and sometimes her nipple. With the other hand she slowly pulls her nightgown up to waist level then slips her hand down between her legs. The story became very explicit at this point. Eva gradually slips two fingers inside her body to pleasure herself. She reaches a point where she is so aroused she screams "COME AND FUCK ME" just before she orgasms.

Eva lies perfectly still, recuperating, her heart beating fast, concerned that her son may have heard her cry out and come to investigate, thinking his mother may be in some form of distress. Several minutes later Eva removes her fingers from her body and slides them into her mouth fantasizing that she is sucking the semen from her son's manhood. That's putting it nicely, because the language in Mark's story is far more colorful than I could ever use. To be quite honest I'm deeply shocked and disgusted that he could commit such language to a story, albeit to paper or on his PC.

Over the next few weeks Eva becomes more obsessed with her son's feelings for her and begins to notice how he watches her. Any time they are in close proximity she notices he keeps looking at her breasts. Sometime when she catches their reflections in a mirror, Mark will be staring at her butt, although she said it seems to be more common when she was wearing a tight pencil skirt. Wearing her tightest pencil skirt she posed in front of her bedroom mirror trying to establish what he was looking at. The only thing she noticed was the impression the seams of her panties made in her skirt. Was that it, did he have a thing about panty lines? On other occasions she would catch him trying to look up her skirt.

Eva began to enjoy the attention her son was giving her and therefore to make it more interesting for them both, she began to perform for him. She wore her pencil skirts more often and would find some excuse to bend over somewhere close to him giving him a close up view of her panty line. She began to leave the top two buttons of her blouse undone giving Mark a restricted view of her upper breast and cleavage. Occasionally he would get a glimpse of the top of her bra allowing him to know what color lingerie she was wearing. Sometime her skirt rode up as she sat down, giving him a brief look as far up her legs as the top of her stockings.

She began to look on the internet for sexy clothing. Her first purchase was a black open lace bra and panty set, which when worn left nothing to the imagination. Eva's intention, when she was sure that her son would respond to her, was to walk into his bedroom wearing just the bra and panties and stand in front of him to see his reaction.

At this point the unfinished story ended abruptly.

As I sat there thinking about Mark's story, and Eva's reaction to her sons feelings towards her, and the possibility that my son may have the same feelings towards me. Or is it all the same thing? Is it just one story part fiction, part fact with Mark seeing me as Eva? I began to feel the dampness between my legs and realized that I was partially aroused, a sensation that I hadn't felt for a long time. I scrolled the document back to its original position on the screen where I first found it, gathered up the laundry and continued with my chores.

As the days past I found it very difficult to stop thinking about Mark's story. At first I was disgusted with him writing on such an insensitive subject using such crude language. His father never spoke like that, maybe because he was not that sexual, which in some way may have been my fault, because I did not really encourage him. I've always tried to maintain a normal close relationship with my son, but after reading his story it was always going to be awkward and called for a great amount of pretense on my part.

Time is a great healer, but it's still surprising just how quickly the mind accepts the unacceptable, and finds ways to make excuses to justify them. In my case just two weeks after reading Marks story I began to blame Eva, calling her a slut for influencing Mark sexually, and using course language in his story. My reasoning was her bending down in front of him showing off her panty line and undoing the top buttons on her blouse to show off the top of her breasts. Looking back it's ridiculous to blame a fictional character for perverting my son, but that was my thinking at the time.

Looking back I think I was jealous, because I began wonder that if I copied Eva by wearing tight pencil skirts and leaving the top buttons on my blouse undone, perhaps Mark would transfer his affection to me. But then I realized he would know that I was reading his story. We had now reached a point whereby every time I went into Marks bedroom I would check to see if his computer was on, wondering if he had added to his story. I convinced myself that I didn't need to buy pencil skirts but I could leave a couple of buttons on my blouse undone just to see Mark's reaction. Well he did react, he made it obvious that he was staring at my open blouse, and when I caught his eye he would just smile and glance away.

The novelty of Mark checking me out and ogling the little of my breasts he could see, lasted a couple of weeks, he soon lost interest. Several weeks later I was window shopping in the mall when I noticed a display of pencil skirts. Even though I entered the shop to check them out I had no intention to purchase anything. Having taken one off the rack to look at, the assistant came over and suggested that I try it on. Being curious wondering what it would look like on me I headed for a changing room. With the hem just above the knee it was a little shorter than I was used to, and when I checked in the mirror, to see how it fitted at the back, you could definitely see the outline of my underwear. I kidded myself that even if I bought the skirt I didn't have to wear it in front of Mark. I bought two, a navy and a dark green.

That night in my bedroom before getting ready for bed, I tried on the dark green skirt, then bent over and looked in the mirror, so that I could see what it looked like from behind. It was quite a sight, it was then that I began to appreciate how a man could become aroused with a woman looking as I did, in such a vulnerable position.

That night lying in bed thinking of my son I began to touch myself. First, slipping my hands inside my nightgown I took hold of my breasts, then wondered if Mark would be content just to hold them, or would he want to squeeze them. I tried squeezing them, it certainly felt more satisfying than just holding them. Taking hold of my nipples between thumb and forefinger I gently squeezed them, then just a little bit harder. I pulled on my nipples trying to stretch my breasts but was restricted by my nightgown. Slipping both shoulder straps down and off my arms I folded the top of my nightgown down to uncover my breasts. Then taking hold of my nipples I stretched my breasts until the pain became unbearable.

It was Mark, in my fantasy, who was tugging on the bottom of my nightgown, pulling it up past my knees, until it became trapped beneath me, before slipping his hand between my legs. But it was my fingers that were rubbing up and down the entrance to my vagina. Only twice in my life had I tried masturbation, having wondered what all the excitement was about, and that was in my teens. It was only when I married and very occasionally orgasmed did I realize the futility of my attempts to masturbate. This time as my fingers slipped in and out of me, I was going to make sure I enjoyed an orgasm.

The longer I pleasured myself the more aroused I became, until I experienced that pre-orgasm sensation. I had heard of men using their tongue to pleasure a woman and was wondering, if Mark had the chance would pleasure me that way. As my orgasm hit my thoughts were of Mark, as I pictured him with his head between my legs lapping up my juices. For the very first time I rubbed my sticky fingers over my nipples, then brought each nipple in turn, to my mouth to suck and lick them clean. The experience and the taste was not unpleasant, but I would have preferred my nipples to be in Mark's mouth.

In order to regain Mark's attention I did something that I promised myself that I wouldn't do and that was to bend down in front of Mark wearing a pencil skirt. I accused Eva of being a slut for doing just that, and here I was in a similar position attempting to retrieve Mark's affections. So what does that make me? My first time wearing the skirt, Mark came downstairs for breakfast; as he came through the door I broke a plate knocking it off of the table, then bent down to pick up the pieces. Mark's reaction.

"Nice skirt." And with me still bent over, he brushed his hand against it as he walked past. It was then I decided to purchase the black open lace bra and panties similar to that Eva purchased, which Mark described in his story. Searching the internet I found which may have been the actual lingerie as described, or something very much like it. I also purchased an extremely short black silk robe. The package arrived two days later, and I tried the bra and panties on that evening, before going to bed. It was a fact, that wearing them left nothing to the imagination.

A month or so later it was my birthday, and yes it was all pretty predictable that Mark gave me a bunch of flowers and a card. He also put his arms around me and kissed me on the neck before wishing me a happy birthday and inviting me out for a meal Saturday evening. For the evening, to match my dark green pencil skirt I bought a cream silk blouse designed especially for evening wear. With buttons up front and a neckline cut a little lower, this ensured that I showed off a little more cleavage than Mark has been used to. Being tighter across the breasts provided Mark with some insight into the bra I was wearing.

Saturday night Mark complemented me on my looks while staring at my cleavage. He offered me his arm and walked me out to the car, then held the door while I got in and made myself comfortable. The dinner reservation was a little later than we had experienced before and the restaurant was some distance away. When we arrived the restaurant was exactly as described in his story. We had a nice meal, I had a couple of glasses of wine while Mark only drank soft drinks. When the band had been playing for a while, and the dance floor almost full, Mark held out his hand and asked me if I would like to dance. I placed my hand in his and we walked onto the dance floor.

Although my breasts were touching his chest, we weren't dancing that close together for me to feel if he was aroused. I moved in closer to him crushing my breasts between us and began rubbing up against him to establish if he had an erection. I couldn't tell. His mouth was smiling at me but his eyes were looking down the front of my blouse. We danced the evening away including the last waltz for which they turned the lights down low. As we danced I felt Mark's hand lightly sliding over my body, around my waist over my hips and across my behind. Finally with his hand positioned just below my shoulder, I could feel his thumb caressing the side of my breasts.

By the time we arrived home I was really sleepy. Mark locked up then followed me upstairs. When we reached the door of my bedroom I turned gave him a quick kiss on the lips, said goodnight and closed the door. It had been a wonderful evening, although, I couldn't tell if Mark had been aroused, but I know I had. Pleased with myself on the level of seduction I achieved, I put on my short satin nightgown just to complete my evening of fantasy. I slipped into bed and drifted off to sleep immediately.

I was woken when I felt my arm being moved above my head and heard a clicking sound. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that the bedside light was on and Mark was standing over me.

"What are you doing in my room?"

I tried to lower my arm and felt something cut into my wrist. By this time I was fully awake and realized my hand was handcuffed to the to the bed's head frame.

"Mark take these off of me at once."

He just grinned, turned, and walked out of the room. With my free hand I threw the covers off, swung my legs over the side, and sat on the edge of the bed. I examined the handcuff to see if there was any way I could release it. Seconds later Mark walked back in carrying what looked like straps, and threw them on the bed.

"Will you stop playing around and get me out of this. Look at the time it's one in the morning, I need my sleep, and stop looking down the front of my nightgown."

"Give me your arm"

"What do you want my arm for?"

"Just do as I tell you."

"No. Undo these handcuffs immediately."Mark grabbed my arm and tried to fit a strap around my wrist. Initially I fought him off but he was much stronger than me. Eventually he managed to secure the strap, then wrestled me down so I was lying across the bed, then he attached the strap to the other side of the bed's head frame. Grabbing both my ankles he swung my legs back onto the bed. I tried to kick him as he fitted a strap around my ankle and attached it to the bed frame at the foot of the bed. He did the same with my other leg which left me spread eagled on the bed.

Mark sat on the side of the bed.

"You know Laura you are very beautiful with a fantastic figure and these tits of yours are your best feature."

As he said that he ran his hand over my breasts, and circled his finger around my nipple. I screamed at him not to touch me but he just smiled. It was only now as he stood up that I realized he was bare chested, I hadn't noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He pulled a box from the pocket of his jogging bottoms, which he threw onto my night stand. I recognized the immediately the box of condoms I found in his drawer.

"What are you going to do with those?"

"I'm going to use them on you."

"You mean have sex?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"That's disgusting, I'm your mother for god's sake, and it its illegal I could have you sent to prison."

I thought about a court case and publicity that might ensue. Rape cases are highly publicized, but with a rare incest case, the media would have a field day camped on my door step and print all kinds of lies. Whatever was about to happen there was no way that I would call the police, and it would be his word against mine.

I was pretty sure that he wouldn't go that far and was only trying to frighten me, and making a good job of it. He ignored my pleas to release me and only made things worse when he took his joggers off and sat beside me just wearing his jockey briefs. He ran his hand over my stomach and around to my hips feeling the silky material of my nightgown. He tapped the underside of my breasts and watched the top of them shudder. I was convinced that he couldn't go too far with my hands and feet tied to the bed wouldn't be able to get my nightgown off. That was my thinking until he brought out a pair of scissors.

The immediate future wasn't looking too good for me, so before things went too far I tried to bargain my way out of the situation.

"Mark if you release me I'll let you kiss me."

"I can kiss you any time I like."

"That's true but if I don't respond, what fun would it be for you. All I need to do is press my lips together, but if you release me we could lie together and I would willingly kiss you back."

"I don't think so, I have plans for you."

I began to get a little desperate wondering what plans he had in store for me. I decided to offer him something that I thought he would really like.

"How about if I let you look at my breasts perhaps even touch them."

Mark laughed. "Look at them? They'll be coated in cum soon, when I fuck them."

There it was, the same language he used in his story.

He took the scissors and began to cut my nightgown off, starting from the narrow lacy strip at the bottom. I was worried in case he cut me with the scissors, especially when he cut the fabric between my breasts. He spread each half of the nightgown to the side exposing my body completely. He commented on my hairy bush saying that I didn't take care of myself. Why would it be necessary to keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed? I have no one to keep it trimmed for. Although Mark did complement me on my breasts before leaving the room.

He returned with a large bath towel and instructed me to arch my body, to lift my butt off the bed so he could slide the towel beneath me. Because of my non-cooperation when Mark tried to slide the towel beneath me, it became tangled with the halves of my nightgown. In frustration Mark snipped the shoulder straps with the scissors and dragged each half of the garment out from under me. Then with some effort he forcibly slid the towel beneath me.

I was at a loss to know why he wanted me to lie on the towel; that was until he started to trim my pubic hair with the scissors. I was so upset that I burst into tears, it was so embarrassing, my own son acting this way. I begged him to stop, but that wasn't the end of it. He left the room to fetch his electric razor, then continued with the beard trimmer, before finally using the razor itself until I was completely hairless. He removed the towel from beneath me, folded it up and left the room, I assume to dispose of it somewhere.

On his return he lay between my legs and began kissing and licking my shaved area. Meanwhile I was still sobbing that was until he started licking along the entrance to my vagina. I had heard of men and women performing acts of oral sex on each other, but had never experienced it. I always thought it was a perversion, and restricted to only a small proportion of the population. And yet here we are, with my son performing on me.

"Mark don't do that, stop it at once."

I felt his tongue penetrate me, flicking in and out massaging certain sensitive areas within me. I won't say that it didn't affect me, because it did. Mark must have been well aware that I was becoming aroused, even before his tongue discovered my clitoris.

"Darling please, this is not nice."

He took no notice in fact he bought his hands up to my breasts and started squeezing them.

By the time he had finished pleasuring me with his tongue my juices were flowing like a gushing stream and I was totally and completely aroused. He kissed his way up my body until we were face to face where he proceeded to kiss me. It took all of my will power to maintain my stubbiness and not fall into his arms. As Mark tried to kiss me, I clenched my lips tight and turned my head away from him. He placed a hand either side of my face so that I couldn't turn away, but he could do nothing about my clenched lips, and soon tired of trying to kiss me.

He shifted down the bed a little and took a nipple into his mouth. Even I felt it harden a little as he began to suck, all the time his hand continued downwards until it rested between my legs. There was little or no resistance as he slipped two fingers inside me, I was more than well lubricated. He withdrew his fingers and brought them up to his mouth and licked one, the other he rubbed across my lips giving me no option but to lick my lips.

"You are so disgusting I don't know where you got it from, certainly not from me, and your father never did anything like that."

"Of course he didn't, he was probably too timid to tie you to the bed; because that's the only way a man can take what he wants from you. Tonight tells me that you're far from being frigid, all you need is a good fucking."

I had just opened my mouth to chastise him on his language, when his head quickly dropped down and kissed me, while my lips were full and available and my mouth slightly open. He only backed off when I tried to bite him.

"You bitch."

My relief when Mark got off me and the bed, was soon soured when he took a bottle of baby oil off my nightstand poured some into his hand then spread it between my breasts. Three times he did this ensuring my cleavage was well lubricated and the rest of my breasts oiled up. He removed his jockey briefs, then straddled me, before slipping his manhood between my breasts and squeezing them together. I know earlier he said that he was going to pleasure himself between my breasts but I never really believed it, but here he was, pleasuring himself between my breasts, to his heart's content. He squeezed my breasts and tugged at my nipples as he worked himself off. Although I continued to complain bitterly about his treatment of me, I knew it had no affect and he was taking no notice of my pleas, therefore I was gradually becoming resigned to my fate.

Marks action changed, his strokes became shorter and quicker I knew he was on the verge of climaxing. Suddenly he stopped pleasuring himself between my breasts, grabbed his penis and worked himself off by hand. I had never seen a man masturbate or ejaculate before and it caught me unawares. His semen went all over my breasts, neck, face, and unfortunately on my lips. Tied up the way I was, it was impossible to clean myself up. To say I was disgusted with Mark was an understatement. He began to scoop his semen up on his finger and force it between my lips and rub it along my teeth. He scooped up a second lot and just spread it along my lips. Some I managed to spit out, but the majority, because Mark put his hand across my mouth, I ended up swallowing. The semen on my breasts, he massaged into my skin blending it with the baby oil.

Finally dismounting he laid alongside me, his mouth and nose resting against the side of one breast while his hand rested on the other. Within a minute I could hear a steady breathing, the sexual fiend having fallen asleep, while I lay awake fuming at the treatment I had received. I looked at the clock it was one forty five. I also must have fallen asleep because I was woken by Mark climbing across me and I watched him leave the bedroom. The time, two thirty.

A couple of minutes later he returned.

"Have you come back to release me?"

He just smiled, then showed me the box of condoms I found in his drawer, which initially was hidden from my view. He took a condom out and slipped the box between my breasts, which according to him was just a temporary measure. Once he had taken the condom from its foil rapping and placed it on my nightstand, then he removed his jockey briefs and turned to face me.

"You've got to be kidding. Don't think you're going to put that thing inside me, because you're not."

He leant over and tried to kiss me again but he didn't have any more success than he did last time he tried. He knelt beside me, pulled the condom box out from between my breasts and tossed it on the nightstand, then rubbed his penis over my breast and nipple. I watch as it throbbed and increased in size, it didn't seem to stop growing. Then he did the one thing I was dreading, he climbed on top of me and slipped his unprotected penis inside my vagina. I was almost at breaking point as I pictured myself as a pregnant woman. My only thoughts were that my son was raping me. Intercourse without consent is a crime, regardless how acceptable my body was to his demands.

"Mark please don't do this, I'm your mother; you may regret this because one way or another you will definitely pay for your actions."

After a few seconds he withdrew, but only to slip a condom on. At that point I was sobbing profusely, being so upset and disillusioned with life. I was speechless, turning my head away, unable to look at my son. Feeling helpless and sorry for myself Mark could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have complained. The whole thing lasted several minutes all the time he was whispering in my ear, while describing my body, what he was doing to me, and what he would like to do to me, all the time speaking in that disgusting language he was using in his story.

I knew Mark had climaxed even before he pulled out of me. He rolled off of me and I watched as he removed the condom and laid it across my breast and nipple, then smiled as he watched the semen dribble out to run down between my breasts. I was at a loss why I should have to suffer such indignities in my life, and from my son of all people, what had I done to deserve this. My hopes were high that he had satisfied himself and my agony was at an end as he again snuggled down beside me.

"If we are finished please release me."

"In the morning."

"Well can we at least turn the light off?"

"In the morning."

Within minutes Mark was asleep while I just laid there for what seemed like hours, but in the end I must have drifted off.

I was suddenly woken because it felt as though I was being suffocated, it turned out to be Mark kissing me, and as soon as I realized what was happening I clenched my lip together. But that didn't deter him he just redirected his attention to my breasts, where he began to kiss and suck my nipples. He kissed his way down my body to end up lying between my spread eagled legs, then went straight for my clitoris with his mouth. He nipped and squeezed, trapping it between his lips so that he could run his tongue across the tip causing erotic sensations to run through my body. All the while I castigated him, calling him a pervert, while his tongue played with my clitoris. At the same time his fingers were flying back and forth inside my vagina, it was no wonder I became aroused. What kind of woman could resist such attention?

Having already slipped on another rubber sheath he mounted me and continued to use me like a sex doll, although he talked to me in what he called the language of love. To me his words were just abusive and degrading and I wasn't taking a lot of notice of what he was saying. I could feel a coldness running down my body and around my waist. Only then I realized it was the remaining semen from the condom. As Mark laid across me, it was being squeezed out, as he squashed my breast with his chest. I didn't know whether he forgot about it or left it on there on purpose, but whatever the reason it was soiling the bed.

Again he tried to kiss me, but I refused to allow him to, only this time it backfired. In retaliation he squeezed my nipples hard, causing me to scream in pain. I still refused when he tried again and for a second time he squeezed my nipples hard. I still refused to allow him to kiss me.

"My beautiful Laura, you are a great fuck and have fantastic tits, and you continue to give me pleasure, but if you refuse once more to kiss me I will take the condom off and get you pregnant. How would you like to have your son's baby?"

The one thing that terrified me the most was the thought of Mark getting me pregnant. I worried about the condom splitting or left inside me with the semen running out, so I relented and began to return his kisses. I can't say it was an unpleasant experience, kissing him, but with my considerable anger of how he was treating me there was no way I could accept his actions as a romantic gesture.

Mark continued to kiss me passionately and I responded sufficiently to satisfy him but with a lot of hate in my heart. He reached a point where his arousal began to influence his rhythm as he began to pound in and out of me. I knew this torturous evening would soon be ended then I will take my revenge. Initially I had decided that I would no longer look after him which meant he would have to do everything for himself. Cooking, shopping, laundry, keep his room tidy and make his bed. I would not assist him in any way.

And there it was, a few seconds of heavy breathing, then loud prolonged grunt before collapsing on top of me. Mark must have laid on top of me for three to four minutes, during which time I felt his manhood wilt, and his hands roam over my body, before rolling off to cuddle up beside me, only to fall asleep, again. I didn't know what happened to the condom whether he still had it on, or whether he'd dropped it somewhere but I hate to think what a mess it would make, regardless where it is. The clock said it was ten minutes past four. I was so tired that I was asleep within minutes.

In my dreams I was being made love to and it was so good nothing like I had ever experienced before. As I returned to consciousness I realized Mark was lying between my legs with his tongue massaging my clitoris. Occasionally he would dip his tongue inside me. What surprised me most of all was that on the previous occasion his performance seemed a little frantic and lasted only a minute or two, but this time it looked as if he was taking his time. Obviously even last time it had some effect on me, but this time as things progressed I became more and more aroused. We reached a point where Mark was in no doubt, that sooner or later if he continued using his tongue, then he would force me to orgasm.

Four minutes after he started I began to moan and squirm, while trying to push myself harder against his face for more tongue. I was almost in a state of collapse as I finally orgasmed. Mark immediately mounted me and took his time to satisfy himself while kissing me, fondling my body. All the time he was pounding into me and using my body in every way possible. I couldn't do anything to stop him and to be honest I was passed caring.

Having finally satisfied himself he rolled off of me, curled up beside me and went to sleep. It was now five forty five and it felt like I had been awake all night. I also fell asleep in a state of fear that he would wake me up again. Not that I was concerned he would use my body again, I had gone passed that, but that I would be deprived of sleep.

It was Sunday morning, just after eleven, Mark was still asleep curled up beside me a picture of innocence. Being tied up this way for nearly ten hours was playing havoc with my limbs. Concerned that I would have difficulty moving my arms and walking once released, it was time to wake Mark up. All I could do is move my body to nudge him with my hips, and my leg where I managed to push him with my knee. Gradually he awoke.

"You said you would untie me in the morning, and now its morning."

He kissed me on the lips, on my breasts and on my nipples.

"Good morning sweetheart."

He then threw his legs over the side of the bed, stood up displaying his morning arousal. Moving around to my side of the bed he rubbed his penis over my breasts and nipples before releasing me. Mark untied my feet then my hands then just walked out of my bedroom leaving me to struggle to sit up and get off the bed. Gradually full movement returned to my limbs while waiting for Mark to shower, dress and take himself off downstairs, before I showered to relieve the pain in my aching limbs.

Eventually with some trepidation I wandered downstairs, Mark was sitting in the chair, I assume he was waiting for me to cook breakfast, he was going to have to wait a long time.

"If you think I'm cooking you breakfast you can think again. From now on you will have to fend for yourself, shop for yourself, cook all of your meals clean your bedroom and make your bed. Now you are on your own, I won't do anything for you ever again, you disgust me, and you're lucky I don't report you to the police."

He stood up shrugged his shoulders then went up to his bedroom. Half hour later I heard him close the front door, and drive off in his car. It was late and I was in bed when Mark came home, and as a safety measure I had locked my bedroom door, although he never tried to enter my bedroom.

Monday morning I got up showered and dressed ready for work, which was our normal routine. Then I would call Mark so he could shower and dress while I was cooking breakfast. That Monday morning I never called Mark, as far as I was concerned he was on his own. By the time I was ready to leave for work, to the best of my knowledge he still hadn't showered, and I assumed he was still asleep, so I left him there. When I left for work the front door was shut but unlocked and I assume Mark had forgotten to lock it.

Mark never arrived home from work at his usual time, it was close to midnight and I was in bed before his car pulled into the drive. Tuesday morning again he never made an appearance before I went to work, and again I was in bed before he arrived home. Wednesday morning it was the same only this time before I went to work I opened the door to his bedroom. He was not in his room which was tidy, and his bed made. He must have left early and that explained why the front door was unlocked. And as before it was midnight before he got home.

Thursday and Friday were exactly the same, and so as it turned out was Saturday and Sunday, then we were back to Monday. It had been a week since I saw or spoke to Mark, who usually phoned me sometime in the week, at work, to see how I was getting on. However that first week he never phoned. As the situation progressed through the second week I began to feel the pangs of loneliness. I began to feel guilty wondering if I was responsible for the current situation. I know what Mark did was wrong but did I overreact? In the past Mark even selected a local college so he could come home every night specifically keep me company and stay close.

The second weekend was exactly the same, he was out early and back late, and I was becoming desperate for his company. I started analyzing myself and my life and began to realize, that for several years my body had been more than willing to accept a man, but against the wishes of my mind. Over the years I have had numerous opportunities to accept the attentions of other men, but for whatever reason I declined their offers. It's only now since my son forced himself on me, have I realized what I have missed. But why did it have to be my son that broke the spell.

By the Monday of the third week I had still not spoken with Mark or even seen him and my mind was in turmoil and I was being drawn towards him. By this time I was now chastising myself for everything that happened between us, believing to be my fault. In bed at night I began to wonder how I could bring the situation to an end. My fantasies blew out of all proportion knowing he wanted my body, and I began to think of ways that I could tactfully bring the situation to satisfactory conclusion. But what would satisfy Mark, and what would that require of me?

I was pretty sure I knew what would satisfy Mark, and I was beginning to fantasize he could satisfy me. My obsession was that he had mounted me three times and caused me to orgasm once, within the short time frame of six hours or so. His father didn't achieve that in a week. I tried to stop thinking about him, but nearing the end of the third week without seeing or speaking with him only increased my level of guilt and frustration. By the time Friday came, I was like a bitch on heat. All day at work I was thinking about him and wondering what possible relationship we would have in the future, if any. What if he decides to move out and leave me to fend for myself? The very thought of it had me in a panic, I don't want him to move away I'm in love with him.

I'm in love with him? I couldn't believe I said that, only then did I realize I had these deep feelings for my son. Even so it was the first time that I had admitted that my feelings went far deeper than a mother's love for her son. I was attracted to him and at that moment I was becoming physically aroused just thinking about him. Friday night in bed I began to fantasize about Mark and I becoming lovers, where he would take me in his arms, saturate me with kisses, before making love to me. I tried to stop thinking about Mark as a sexual partner, I knew it was wrong and knew if I continued on this path it would only lead to indescribable problems.

Saturday morning I woke early and listened for Mark to leave, knowing that I wouldn't have to face him that day, gave me some sort of relief. The day passed quietly and in the evening, knowing Mark wouldn't be back until much later, I decided to pamper myself by taking a long relaxing soak in scented water in an almost overflowing tub. I shaved my legs and pubic area, having decided, after my embarrassing encounter with Mark, that I preferred it that way.

After my bath I sat at my dressing table admiring my naked body in the mirror, while combing my hair. I thought my lips looked a little pale so put on some red lipstick, a much more vivid color than I normally wear. I decided to try on the black lace bra and panties again, which I've never really worn for any length of time. Checking myself in the mirror I applied a few drops of perfume, a dab either side of my neck and one between my breasts. It was at this point I began to understand why men found me sexually attractive, but failed to understand why I refused to let them get close. Slipping on my black silk robe I pulled it tight around me so that it accentuated the size of my breasts but then I eased the top open a little so that the top of my black bra and cleavage was showing.

Mark's car pulled into the drive he was a little earlier than I expected, causing me to lock my bedroom door, just in case he had decided to pay me a visit. He came up the stairs, went into his bedroom then the bathroom after which he returned to his bedroom. For the next five minutes he could be heard moving around then nothing, no further sounds were heard. For some reason I was really upset, because having made an effort to make myself look beautiful and sexy, he had completely ignored me.

Avoiding each other and not talking had gone on far too long, it was time to put a stop to it. Having marched into his bedroom, as expected Mark was in bed. He propped himself up on one arm, and turned his night stand's table lamp on. Standing just three feet away from him I waited for him to say something, probably to insult me in that obscene language he uses. He said nothing

I'll show him. Having loosened the tie that held my robe closed, the garment slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor. As I paraded myself in front of him like a peacock his eyes rested on my bra or at least the breasts that it was supporting. At first he just looked me up and down, then began staring and concentrating, first my bra then my panties, or at least what was displayed beneath them. It lasted several minutes with neither of us saying a word. I don't know what made me do it but I unhooked my bra and let slip to the floor then waited for him to say something. Not a word was spoken, so I eased my panties over my hips and allowed them to fall to the floor. It was almost as if he was seeing my body for the first time as he stared intensely at me. He seemed to take his time checking me out before inviting me into his bed by pulling the bed clothes back. I climbed in beside him and pressed my body against his, squashing my breasts against his bare chest. Mark was only wearing pajama bottoms and I could feel his erection pressing against me. I was the first to speak but only after wrapping my arms around him and kissing him passionately on the lips.

"Darling I know you want me to be like Eva, talk like her and act the same way. I am her, much more than you can ever imagine. I want you in my life, I want you in my bed and I want you in me. I need you to become my lover and sleep with me every night, I want your kisses with your tongue in my mouth and sometimes your cock, so I can taste your cum. I want you to fondle my tits and nipples, squeeze and suck them, and give them a good fucking. I want your fingers, tongue and cock in my cunt. Darling you can tie me up if you want, but I'd rather you didn't, because I want to be able to react to your advances. Now take off those pajama bottoms, because I want to get you ready to fuck mommy."

After Mark had removed his pajama bottoms I grabbed hold of his manhood and started to massage him, with every intention to prepare him to enter me. Placing his hand behind my neck he pulled my face down crushing his lips against mine. He grabbed my breasts as I slipped my tongue inside his mouth. By this time Mark was fully erect and I was becoming extremely aroused. Reaching over, I opened his night stand drawer and took out the box of condoms. I repositioned myself to straddle him, sitting on his chest with my back towards his face. Bending over I took his cock in my mouth to lubricate it, making it easier to slip the condom on. After removing the condom from its foil package I eased it over Mark's manhood, all the time he continued to play with my breasts, squeezing and bouncing them up and down.

By this time we were both fully aroused, and I was definitely ready to turn to face him, to ease myself onto his manhood. Cowgirl style I eased myself down onto his cock ensuring that I had received his full length before bouncing up and down. Mark seemed content to allow me to bust my ass while he just laid there and watched my tits flop around. Leaning forward change the direction of my swinging tits, to a back and forth motion. At one point the tip of my nipples were just about brushing against Marks chest, providing me with additional sensations.

Mark grabbed both my tits and alternately stretched and squeezed them as I moved back and forth on him. I could tell that he was highly aroused and was close to coming, as was I. Mark followed me as I rolled off of him, onto my back. Our disconnection from each other must have been for less than a couple of second, before he forced himself between my legs inflicting pain and causing me to grunt, as he quickly rammed back into me.

Having identified myself as Eva, the foul mouth slut of Marks story, who would do anything to get her son to fuck her. It felt as if I was being split in two by my son's thick cock while supporting his full weight as his chest crushed my tits. All I could hear with his mouth so close to my ear was his grunts and heavy breathing as he pounded away at me with all his might. That was until he spoke.

"Like the fucking slut you are, you have changed your sexual appetite since the last time I fucked you, three weeks ago. Then you were a self-righteous, virtuous virgin or something very close to it. You only dreamed about being fucked, that is until I came along and forced my cock inside you. Now look at you, your begging to be fucked, and you have the perfect body for it. Your tits are big and your cunt is tight, but we are going to change all that."

It was those words in his last sentence that did it, sending me over the top causing me to wrap my arms and legs tightly around him. I almost fainted before screaming out in ecstasy as I orgasmed. Seconds later Mark seemed to turn into a wild man ramming himself hard into me, forcing his lips hard against mine and squeezing my tits so hard I cried out in pain. Mark lasted but a few seconds more, before it was all over. Although he was still lying on top of me I felt his body relax and his head drop, so we were virtually lying cheek to cheek. I wasn't paying much attention, until he said.

"What happened to you in the three weeks, from when I tied you up in your bed and fucked you? Until tonight when you came virtually naked into my bedroom, stripped off, and climbed in bed with me to initiate a sexual relationship. What changed?"

"It was a spur of the moment thing, unplanned and unintentional. This evening I had a long soak in the tub during which I heard a noise and mistakenly thought you had come home early. As I lay in the tub I began to fantasize that you arrived home came upstairs into the bathroom not knowing I was in the tub. You stood watching my attempt to cover myself with face cloth, and hide my embarrassment. You ignored my pleas to leave then slowly you began to undress.

"Finally standing naked over me in the tub, I was unable to take my eyes off of your erection. Because of the narrowness of the tub, when you forced yourself down beside me, it was necessary for me to turn onto my side. Even then I was crushed up against the side of the tub with your erection rammed up hard against me. I never objected when you kissed me passionately, neither did I object when you began to rub soap over my breasts. In one swift move you spun us both around with you lying on top of me.

"You had forced my legs apart with your knees and was in the process of inserting your erection into me. I certainly didn't consider it as rape, but neither was it consensual but then again I never objected to your actions. As we laid there I could feel you inside me, it was such a fantastic sensation that may be, just maybe, that was the very first time that I conceded to my emotions.

"Back in my bedroom I was sitting, naked, in front of my dressing table's mirror when you strolled into my room, still naked, demanding that I sit on your lap. Although I was sitting on your lap I was still facing the mirror, your penis nestling between the cheeks of my ass. Your hands were cupping my breasts, bouncing them up and down. Sometimes you would switch and grab my nipples pulling on them trying to stretch my breasts. You lifted a breast to my mouth and instructed me to suck my nipple. Then you slipped a hand between my legs and began to finger me.

"You instructed me to apply lipstick and once my lips were ruby red you kissed me and smudged it, then told me to wipe my lips clean and yours then re-apply more lipstick. You ordered me to apply dabs of perfume on either side of my neck, between my breasts and under my arms, then instructed me to turn around and ease myself onto your penis. With me sitting on your lap and you deep inside me you nuzzled my neck and armpits taking in the aroma of my perfume.

"Finally the fantasy faded from my thoughts, but left me wondering about my life and how unfulfilled I felt as a woman. Your father very rarely satisfied me or even treated me like a woman. But you, taking me for the first time in a nonconsensual sexual act, forced me to have intercourse with you three times in one night. You satisfied me completely at least once, which is something your father rarely achieved.

"Tonight I have reassessed my life as a woman and not a mother. I admit to suppressing certain feelings that I've had for a while, thinking that if I made my feelings known, or acted upon them, you would think I was some sort of sexual pervert. But since you made the first move I would like to encourage our relationship. In order to do that I decided to wear the open lace bra and panties you refer to in your story.

"Mark, I want you, and I think you want me, and we could spend our time together as lovers sleeping together and fucking most nights. I want to experience again and savor those sensations that you introduced me to three weeks ago."

For several seconds I lie there wondering how Mark would respond, until I felt his arms encircle me then gently pulling me close to provide me with a long passionate kisses, before saying.

"We will always be lovers to provide each other with sexual pleasures."

Then he kissed me again only this time his lips were soft and gentle, as was his tongue as it explored my mouth. I felt warm all over as his hands gently cupped my breasts, sometimes nudging them to watch them bounce around. Occasionally he would enjoy giving them a light squeeze. It wasn't long before he directed his attention to my nipples, gently squeezing, twisting or flicking them. Mark would place the palm of his hand over one nipple and work it around in circles or back and forth in most directions, Mark was obsessed with my breasts which he would suck at his leisure.

Mark redirected his kisses from my lips to my chin down to my neck, before concentrating his mouth on my breasts, covering every inch of them with his kisses. He spent time sucking my nipples, trapping them between his lips and rubbing his tongue over the tip. The sensations he provided were similar to those I experience in the past, remembering how sensuous it felt. As his mouth devoured my breasts his hand slipped down my body to nestle between my legs.

Immediately he took advantage as I spread my legs further to give him the generous access to my body he desired. Running his fingers along the slit of my vagina, my well lubricated body allowed his fingers to easily penetrate me, then by spreading his fingers he gently stretched me. With my arms wrapped tightly around him we lay quietly kissing while he worked two fingers back and forth inside me.

"Mom is it ok for me to finger you like this?"

After the way he's recently treated me, why now would he be so considerate? "Yes darling I am enjoying your fingers inside me but your tongue would be even more appreciated."

"You want me to fuck you with my tongue."

"That's exactly what I want amongst other things. Since I will be spending the night with you, make me cum with your tongue this time, then you can fuck me after."

Mark threw the bed covers off before kissing me long and passionately during which he almost forced his whole hand inside me. I'm sure given the opportunity he would have fisted me, perhaps that's something I have to look forward to. He kissed his way down my body, from my lips to my neck, then lifting my arms he kissed both underarms. Mark spent time kissing and sucking my breasts and nipping at my flesh. All the time he was trying to work his hand inside me.

Withdrawing his fingers from inside me, Mark finally settled himself between my legs. At first he frustrated me, by kissing all around, then along the entrance of my vagina. Finally I felt his tongue drive deep into my vagina while at the same time both his hands moved up my body to fondle my breasts. The sensations his tongue created as it swirled around inside me were simply erotic and provided far more arousal than I had ever experienced before. It might have been because I was more responsive to my son's attention than I was three weeks ago, but whatever the reason he was driving me mad. That was until he redirected his tongue to my clit, which sent me over the top.

"Mark what the fuck are you doing to me? Darling I'm going to cum, oh my god, fucking hell."

"Grabbing him by the hair I pulled his face tight up against my vagina, having also lifted my body attempting to force his tongue deeper inside me. At the same time I covered his hands with my own and squeezed, forcing his fingers deep into the flesh of my breasts. The orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer being far more intense than anything I had experienced before. It probably looked like I was experiencing the cross between an epileptic fit and contractions when giving birth as I screamed abuse at my son before my sudden collapse. Lying there exhausted I could feel alternately Mark's tongue inside me licking, followed by a sucking sensation.

I laid helpless as Mark licked his way back up my body until he reached my breasts. He gently slapped them, kneaded them as if they were bread dough, kissed, sucked and rolled my nipples between his thumb and fore finger. I felt no pain only unconditional love for my son as he lie by my side transferring his kisses to my lips while continuing to caress my breasts. I knew what he wanted to hear me say.

"Fuck me darling, fuck mommy's cunt, I want to feel your cock inside me I want to feel you cum inside me. Play with my tits, give them a good squeeze. Take each nipple in turn and use it to shake my tits, so we can watch them jiggle around. Then hold a nipple up to my mouth so when we kiss we can trap it between our lips and take turns in sucking it, as we kiss. I know you love my tits, and because of that I like showing them off to you."

Mark kissed, stroked and squeezed my breasts as well as fondling the rest of my body for about a further twenty minutes, before he rolled on top of me. I took hold of his penis and guided it into my vagina then pulled him tight against me, ensuring that I could feel my breasts being crushed between us. With my arms tight around him we continued to kiss, as at first he slowly and gently moved back and forth inside me.

"Darling it's safe, so don't worry about coming inside me in fact I want to feel you cum, it's something that I yearn for."

Telling Mark he there was no need to concern himself about getting me pregnant, seemed to trigger his inner demon. If I didn't know better I would have said he was thinking about rape, as he tormented me with verbal abuse, while slamming himself into me.

"You fucking whore you can't get enough of me shagging your incestuous cunt."

Each time Mark drove his body into me, it felt as if I was being attacked by a pile driver. Twice I orgasmed as he pounded me, before finally collapsing on top of me, leaving us both exhausted. As we lay quietly together he buried his face between my breasts and as I stroked his hair he apologized, saying "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what darling?"

I'm sorry for what I said to you, saying those things I just couldn't control myself."

"I know darling, I didn't mind. I realized that I got you so wound up you just couldn't help yourself. In fact I was please you spoke to me that way. I wanted to say something similar to you, but thought you might get offended. Now we both know we can say things to each other while we're fucking."We turned on our side facing each other. I lifted my breast and pressed my nipple against his lips which he began to suck. Then I took his hand and placed it over my other breast, and in that position eventually we both fell asleep.

When I woke Sunday morning Mark was still asleep with that look of innocence on his face. We were both still naked and I slipped my hand across to his groin and wasn't really surprised to find him practically fully erect. Ducking beneath the bed clothes I wanted to watch his reaction as I stroked him gently. Moaning softly in his sleep he became fully erect, and just the sight of his delicious manhood ready to be slipped inside a woman, aroused me. Slipping my mouth over my darling son's cock I began to gently suck him while bobbing my head up and down. As I gradually worked him off I repositioned myself so my breasts were pressed against his legs, which provided me with pleasurable sensations as my nipples rubbed up against his skin.

Slowly Mark became conscious of the fact that his manhood was in my mouth. "That's it baby you suck daddy's cock, and let him cum in your mouth, I'm getting close, very close." He fired his seed deep into the back of my throat as if it was shot out of a high pressure hose. I can't say that part was enjoyable but I did swallow it all, and it wouldn't deter me from doing it again. Giving him pleasure was all that mattered to me.

"Darling today you can fuck me as many times as you like. All you need to do is pull my skirt up, I won't be wearing any panties, and unbutton my blouse because I won't be wearing a bra."

That is how our relationship started and has continued for the past year or so, how long it will last is anybody's guess, it's something I just don't want to think about. The one thing I do know is that Mark is obsessed with my body so as long I can keep him interested in that respect we could remain together for life.

The End