PAULINA'S PROBLEM

DAY ONE

For the nineteen year old Ben it began quite innocently enough. His Mother, Paulina, a woman in her forties with dull brown shoulder length hair had been filling out her paperwork, which had spread all over their kitchen table.

Ben had been skulking around the house bored with another week's worth of revision that had become mind-numbing and so drinking tea, waiting for his Mother to go out so he could at least get on the computer and look at porn had become the norm. It was one of these grey lunchtimes that Ben came down to make a sandwich, his erection already starting grow in his jeans in anticipation of his afternoon wank, that he saw his Mother drowning under the paperwork.

Paulina was dressed in a smart black top, however her skirt was dull brown, long with a little split to one side. Ben made himself a cup of tea and asked if she wanted one. Paulina agreed, clearing a sort-of space for her mug. As Ben brought it over he caught a glance of the split in his Mother's skirt and the grey stockings that she wore, thick, ending in her flat black shoes. The sight however of the split stirred something in Ben and as he put the tea down for his Mother he became aware of the erection in his jeans pressing against the denim.

Jesus, he thought, I must be more aroused than I thought... Meanwhile his Mother looked up and smiled at him for the tea and then buried her head back in the papers.

"You should get an accountant to do that," Ben told her.

"Well sadly, we can't afford one," replied Paulina, tapping mournfully on her calculator.

BEEP! BEEP!

The car horn from out the front of the house made Paulina bang her mug on the desk and grab her handbag.

"Shit, Sue's early!" The hassled Mother quickly put on her black coat and kissing Ben on the cheek said "See you later - dinner's in the freezer!"

With that she'd vanished out of the house.

"Thanks," Ben said in the direction of the closed front door and went back to his sandwich. Pushing some of his Mother's work out of the way he sat at the kitchen table and picked up some of the papers. With increasing interest he realised that these were his Mother's bank details... her current account, savings, the whole lot.

Ben looked at the figures with furrowed brow.

Then looked at them again.

He studied the ledger his Mum still used, that had a couple of printed out spreadsheets hastily pasted inside it.

These numbers didn't add up. He checked the tax returns. His maths wasn't degree standard, but he knew basic arithmetic and this wasn't it. There seemed to be a massive discreprency between the tax returns she was proposing and what was still left in the bank... In short, if the bank balance was correct - his Mother was loaded.

Ben leaned back in the chair and began to take it all in. If the tax returns weren't a mistake, they certainly looked like they'd been filled in correctly then... was it possible? His Mother was cheating the tax man!

Pulling the blind in the kitchen window down, Ben went back to the paper and then threw it on the table. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock and squeezing it. In his mind images kept flahsing into his head, the split in his Mother's skirt, the fact she was a criminal... why was he doing this here? Why hadn't he gone to the computer? The more he thought about his Mother's legs the harder he got, any uncomfortable feelings about this were gone... His Mother the crook... His Mother's wrists bound by handcuffs... In the back of his mind a plan was forming, he could get anything he wanted out of this, his Mother would have to listen to him... could he do such a thing? She had given birth to him, raised him, loved him and yet... the prospect of having something over her, controlling her aroused him intently... And there was the image again - his Mother - smart black top torn, split in skirt ripped revealing a whole grey stockinged thigh, her wrists handcuffed to the sides of the wooden dining chair, her legs crossed, her shiny black shoe extended in front of him, a look of excitement and fear on her face...

And Ben came splattering his Mother's legs, shoes and skirt with his cum while she was bound to the chair unable to do anything...

He opened his eyes, sticky white cum splattered all over the kitchen floor lit by the low afternoon sun.

She would soon be his... he just had to figure how to do it... Subtly certainly... and he'd begin tomorrow...

DAY TWO

Ben thought long and hard about the best way to use the information about his Money laundering Mum and decided that he'd have to be subtle. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted from her yet, but he knew the prospect of seeing her under restraint turned him on. Waking early he switched on his computer and pulled his thick young cock out from his boxers. He accessed some pictures of women in bondage quite quickly and began to leisurely masturbate to them. He imagined his Mother, Paulina, in the situations those models were posed. Kneeling, arms tied behind backs, sometimes gagged with material or a plastic ball, sometimes blindfolded, other were hogtied, left to squirm around the floor, others spreadeagled on double beds, legs wide ready to receive an eager prick.

As Ben looked at the pictures he realised his Mother didn't look like that at all and it disappointed him. Her drab clothing, flat shoes and unkempt appearance weren't as appealing to him as the made-up women, submissive and bound in sexy skirts, stockings and stiletto heels. Her appearance must be the first thing that changed then. It would be good for her, the teenager decided, god knows since Dad had left she had made little effort to look good or even keep the house in order. She needed guidance, Ben began to see that more and more. The paperwork was the way to do it.

Before Paulina had returned last night he'd scanned as much as he could do onto his computer before replacing it. E-mailing the images to an internet account, he now had evidence of her fraudulent behaviour. Part of Ben felt sorry for her, she was providing for both of them of course, but then he wanted in on the action and he wanted to be beneficial for both of them.

He turned back to the computer and began to pull on his cock once more...

Later that morning, Paulina was idly flicking through tv channels dressed in a charcol cardigan and tracksuit bottoms, she worked until 9 or 10pm in the evening sometimes and so enjoyed relaxing in the mornings. In the back of her mind though thoughts of her financial activities played. It was only the Inland Revenue, nothing to be concerned about, they certainly wouldn't bother investigating her, she sipped her coffee and tried to relax. When she looked back up, Ben was stood in front of her clutching some paper.

"Need testing again, dear?" she asked.

"No, Mum... we need to talk."

"About what?"

"Turn off the TV and I'll tell you."

Flicking the TV off, Paulina turned to Ben who was sat opposite her in the arm chair. Ben took a moment's pause and then looked her straight in the eye.

"Mum... I know what you've been up to. You know, with your accounts."

Paulina's heart skipped a beat as she slowly put her mug down on the coffee table.

"My accounts? Have you been going through my things?"

"You left them spread out over the kitchen table in mess... like everything else around here!"

"What? What do you mean?"

Ben waved the paper. "I have evidence here of your attempt to cheat on your tax returns! It's obvious, even to me it's obvious!"

The guilt crept slowly across Paulina's face, she pushed a strand of mousy hair back behind her ear.

"It's none of your business-"

"It's my business now, Mum! I've seen it! I ought to report you, because now I'm complicit!"

The notion of having placed her own Son in the same activity as her increased her guilt two fold. Paulina rubbed her temples.

"Ben, please, I've always done it this way we've never been caught-"

"Well I caught you!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Ben paused. She'd asked him a question related to her behaviour,suddenly he felt the feeling of power, just a spike, just briefly. In his boxers his erection began to grow, spurred on by his Mother's worried face. He smiled and folded the paper in two.

"No... I will keep it a secret, Mum. But there is a price to pay for this secret."

"What?"

"You will pay a price to keep me quiet."

"But Ben, I'm your Mother! You should be looking out for me anyway, for God's sakes!"

"Maybe if you looked out for yourself, I wouldn't be doing this!"

"What do you mean?"

Ben stood up and walked over to mantlepiece. He ran his finger over the surface, lifting it to his Mother she saw the thick layer of dust.

"Look at this place, Mum. It's a tip! Ever since Dad left you've either run off to your job or ignored everything that's going on around you. I do my best, but you need to pull your weight around here, it's ridiculous!"

"Why should you care?!" retorted Paulina, now sitting forward, angry at the accusation.

"Because I live here too and because right now you have no direction, no drive, nothing- Don't say anything! Listen to me and listen well. What I want is not the money, you can keep that, but what I want is more of an effort made from you, Mum. I want you to help keep this house clean, I want you to take pride in it and I want you to take pride also in your appearance!"

"My a-appearance?"

Ben felt the anger take hold of his voice and it pleased him, she had to realise, had to know.

"Your appearance. I'm sorry, Mum, but ever since Dad left you've let yourself go, you dress down, your clothes aren't ironed, you've got one smart top that you wear for work to death, your hair's a mess, it's disgraceful! Sort it out!"

By now Paulina's head was in her hands. She hadn't been prepared for this attack, but in the back of her mind she knew that Ben was right. She had been down and she needed to pull herself together, but by this method? The tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Ben knelt down by his Mother. "I love you, Mum, but by tomorrow I want to see a marked improvement in this house and in your appearance. I'm staying at David's tonight. I'll be back tomorrow."

As Ben left Paulina looked up and realised she had work to do...

DAY THREE

It was the early morning and Paulina hadn't slept. She stared at the mess on the floor of her bedroom, clothes were strewn all over the floor and she tried to piece together what had happened.

After Ben had left, after his vicious, cruel and unrelenting attack on her and her attempts to cheat the taxman she had cried.

And cried.

And cried.

It all caught up with her, the letting herself go, the loss of her bastard husband, trying to get back on with life but failing. Ben's words had been harsh, she knew that, and it had angered her.

That afternoon she'd opened a bottle of wine and tried to put down into words how much he'd upset her. Who did he think he was telling her what to do, how to act, how to look after things. He didn't own her, they were Mother and Son. The letter she'd written was full of the vehemence of her upset and, Paulina knew more besides the actions of her Son. Deep down she knew that the letter was a cowards way out, but she couldn't face him again so soon.

Why not? She'd given birth to him, brought him up, taken on double the responsibility during his teenage years without a father and yet... there had been something in Ben's eyes that stirred emotions in Paulina's soul. Mostly fear, but something else and that worried her. The letter was the only way out.

Ben had to apologise, he had to see that pressuring her like this with accusations of tax fraud would not work. She was human, she just needed time. As Paulina drank the wine this conviction got weaker and weaker, it had been a long time, too long, the thoughts depressed Paulina and she dug deeper and deeper into her melancholy.

Folding the letter over she dragged herself up the stairs to her Son's bedroom, she never went in there nowadays, he just seemed to keep himself to himself and she respected his privacy, plus it would have been one more room to keep tidy and Paulina had shut herself off from that. The Mother paused before her Son's bedroom door wondering if the letter was a good idea... Deciding that she must she leaned down to put it under the door, pausing she had an idea, it wouldn't hurt to look inside... maybe he'd left out the so-called 'evidence' he had about the paperwork... Encouraged by the wine and her own curiosity, Paulina opened the door. She was shocked by what she found inside.

The room was one of the tidiest Paulina had ever seen.

Although the curtains were drawn the sunlight that did peek through showed no dust, no detritus on the floor. The carpet was hoovered, clean, stain free and fluffy. The bed was made, bottom sheet tucked in, duvet pulled taut over it. All the books on Ben's shelves were stacked neatly in size order, all of his cds put neatly away. The pc in the corner hummed neatly on the polished desk. Against the opposite wall, at the end of the bed a laundry basket sat. It was the first thing Paulina crossed to. It was empty. Throwing the letter on the bed, Paulina went to the drawers, upon opening them, everything was folded neatly, t-shirts, socks, boxer shorts, the whole lot.

Paulina took a step back and sat on the bed. Thinking for a moment she quickly knelt on the floor and looked under the bed. Again there was nothing there. A noticeboard in the corner caught her eye. Next to the calendar there was a note, scribbled in her Son's handwriting.

'SELF-DISCIPLINE FIRST'

His standards were high, no doubt about that. A sense of inadequacy washed over Paulina... how was she expected to live up to this? The note suddenly made no more sense to her, Ben had changed, the room was evidence enough. Paulina screwed up the letter and walked out of the room.

She tried to make it right in her own room, pulled open the wardrobes, looked at what she wore and what she didn't wear, tried to make piles, but the job seemed insurmountable to her, frustrating and she'd cried once more, drank more, into the early hours.

And now in the early morning light she stopped staring at the piles of clothes and look down at herself. On her wrist she'd tied a stocking, it was a spare one, she must have put it on her in case she found the other one. It hadn't been worn in years. She examined her wrist closely, it looked odd there the stocking, yet she couldn't remove it. On her other hand, scrawled in biro she'd written her Son's motto: 'SELF-DISCIPLINE FIRST'. She shrugged, she must have done it drunk. Licking the end of her finger she began to rub out the scrawl. Paulina paused though, looking again at her hand. It now read just: 'DISCIPLINE FIRST'.

The feeling that had stirred in Paulina when Ben had looked at her stirred again. Maybe she did need help... guidance... Whatever happened she needed to talk to him again, just to know, to make sure. Paulina fell back onto her pillow and shut her eyes, sleep came to her at last.

When Ben returned home about lunchtime, he found his Mother sorting clothes into binbags at the top of the landing. Inside Ben was quite nervous. His outburst yesterday had been fevered and angry and he wasn't sure how Paulina would have reacted. Outside he knew he had to maintain the look of superiority, he had to remember he was holding all the cards right now.

"Having a clear out?" he called upstairs.

"What does it look like?"

Ben walked up the stairs towards the bags. Stopping in front of Paulina who was bent over a sack holding a cardigan. Their eyes met.

"You really upset me yesterday."

A wave of guilt surfaced in Ben's stomach. "I said things that... needed to be said."

"I did need a push though...but, Ben... can we forget about all this fraud stuff? Please?" Paulina had decided that it was this issue that needed addressing most quickly. Ben meanwhile knew he had to stand his ground.

"You heard what I had to say, Mum. I think it's important to keep something to 'push' you there."

Paulina paused feeling the frustration in her again. She looked towards Ben's room. "You keep it very tidy."

"Thanks."

"Why?"

Ben thought about this for a second. "As... an example. An example of how I want this house, how I want this family."

Paulina sniffed "Who put you in charge all of a sudden?"

Ben moved forwards and very gently put his hand up to his Mother's arm, resting it there. "No one put me in charge. I had to make the decision. We have to get out of this rut."

Clearing her throat Paulina tied up the binbag. "I'm trying to make a start."

"Good," smiled Ben and he brushed past her into his room, shutting the door.

Paulina rolled up the sleeves on her sweater and looked at the red mark that the tied stocking had left, she let her fingers drift over it.

"Not in charge anymore..." she whispered to herself.

How could this be right? Paulina piled the third binbag on to the second. Giving away stuff to charity... She did need to clear it all out and there was now space in her wardrobe and drawers... but space for what? Maybe she ought to ask Ben...

And there it was, the acknowledgement that his opinion mattered on something that was not normally his jurisdiction. She had caught herself out, completely. Once more the anger and frustration returned.

Tying up the last binbag, Paulina threw it down the stairs, letting it hit the hallway with a THUMP.

If the little bastard wanted to be in charge then he would have to make decisions. And quickly. She resolved to talk to him in the evening.

Paulina had a long, nerve-wracking wait for Ben to eventually appear from his room. The teenager called down to her and told her we was having a shower. Paulina had frowned, why tell her that? The Mother found herself increasingly believing she was heading somewhere life-changing and it both scared and excited her.

That was when she found herself on the stairs. Looking up, Paulina noted with some surprise that the door was wide open. The shower was on, water hammering on the cubicle floor, steam drifting out of the bathroom. Intrigued, convinced that she was going up there to shut the door, Paulina crept ever closer.

Reaching the landing she pushed against the wall by the bathroom door and looked around. There was Ben in the shower, cubicle door open. Water running down his fit, naked body. His hands were running foam all over his skin.

Guiltily, Paulina looked at her Son's body, and breathed out slowly. His cock stood erect and proud. The pink member glistened with water on it as his hand washed and stroked the cock. Standing with his head back and eyes closed, the Son masturbated with pleasure as his Mother looked on. Paulina didn't know what to say or do. She was transfixed by the sight, it seemed to go on forever. Paulina became vaguely aware that this extremely wrong and taboo act was looking more and more like a shampoo commercial.

Catching herself, Paulina turned away from the door and went straight back down the stairs.

The sound of her departure allowed Ben to open his eyes and smile. He knew exactly what his Mother had seen. How she'd react... well that was more difficult to know. The act had been calculated, in one way to make her sexually aware of him... he hoped it would, but the other was a more blatent statement of control, an aggressive movement with intent. His Mother would have to be acutely aware of his dominance in this situation.

He let the water warm up a little and began to stroke his penis once more. He imagined his Mother, dressed only in black stockings and high heels, hands tied behind her back, kneeling in front of him. He was masturbating in front of her, pulling her hair back as he did, chuckling to himself. "Put it in me, put it in me!" the Mother pleaded. But Ben just laughed and cried out as he came, splattering the sides of the shower cubicle, but also his Mother's face. Smiling he turned off the water and got his breath bacThere would be a time when this happened. He was sure of it...

Dinner had been a quiet affair.

Paulina had still not yet gotten over the sight of her Son masturbating in front of her, standing in the shower pulling on his thick, long member as the water cascaded down him.

Ben tucked hungrily into his pasta as Paulina took awkward small mouthfuls watching him.

What could she say? How could she approach this subject in any way. For the time being the distressed Mother knew she couldn't. It was too much, Ben's demands had scared and angered her, while questioning her own life. The sight of sheer, brazen sexuality from her own Son had knocked her sideways.

Clearing the plates away in a daze Paulina shut the dishwasher and put it on. She turned and looked at Ben who was sipping a glass of water.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" Ben asked.

Paulina frowned. He'd never asked her that before in her life.

"Do what?"

"Well I don't know, that's why i'm asking."

Paulina cleared her throat "Well you seem to be in charge. You decide."

Ben looked at the floor for a moment, inside he was still sexually charged from his shower earlier on. He looked over at his Mum in her baggy jumper and ski pants.

"Did you finish cleaning your room?" he asked in a tone deliberately mirroring a parent talking to a child.

"Just, um, just about."

"Let's go and finish it."

* * *

Ben pushed the box of belts, hand bags and assorted accessories to the back of the wardrobe, he looked around. His Mother was sorting through a similar box of bits and pieces. Standing he crept up behind her and swatted her on lycra-covered arse.

"Oi!"

Ben giggled and helped her with the box, positioning it on the bed. Paulina dared herself to smile.

"You seem in a better mood," said Ben, looking into the box.

"I generally am when people aren't threatening me with the law."

"Mum, look around you. This room is now immaculate. It's a positive step out of this whole situation you're in. Don't you agree?"

Paulina nodded. She had been scared into making an effort. "That doesn't mean it was the right thing to do though."

"It's worked." Ben held his hands out. "I got results." Smiling, Ben looked into the box once more and pulled out a brown stocking. Holding it out in front of him, like something dead, he asked his Mother what it was.

"It's a stocking, you know that."

"How come I've never seen you in them then?"

"Well, I..." Paulina shrugged at him. "There must be just one..."

Ben reached into the box again.

"No... there's two."

"Really? Well, i'm not going to have much use for them-"

"Put them on."

Blinking, Paulina looked at her Son. "What?"

"Put them on... please."

"Ben, I-"

"It'll be fun, when was the last time you dressed up? I'll go outside to my bedroom."

"I'll need to find a skirt..."

"Well they should all be hanging up, come on, Mum, show me there's more to you than... tracksuit bottoms."

Paulina paused for a second. Then smiling, nodded at him. Ben returned the smile and left the room.

In his room, Ben lay on the bed. He'd left his bedroom door slightly ajar so he could hear when his Mum came out of the room. He couldn't risk, taking his cock right out to masturbate, but instead pretended to read a book and rubbed himself through his jeans while he thought about his Mother in those stockings. Soon she was back into that position on the floor again. This time though she wasn't on her knees, she was spread-eagled on a bed, face-up, legs spread and cunt wide open to accept his invitation. She was pleading with him to do her again. Ben felt his cock throb and he rubbed a little harder. His Mother's mouth was opening begging to have a prick thrust inside it, begging to be fucked like a pussy. "I'm your cunt, Son, fuck me like a cunt, your Mummy-cunt."

"Ohh," Ben rubbed his prick harder.

"I'm your fucking Mummy-whore, an incest loving cumslut who needs her Son to bang her in her cunt, mouth and arse everyday, spunk all over my Slutty body, Ben, use Mummy like the fucktoy you need, use her like the cunt she-"

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Ben's hand leapt back up to the book as his bedroom door opened.

The door open and Ben pretended to read the book he held. He then slowly put it down as his gazed turned towards the doorway.

In it his Mother, Paulina, stood looking at him, hand resting in the doorway, the other down by her side. She wore a black skirt that ended just above the knee and on her legs the brown stockings that Ben had found in the bedroom clear out. The baggy sweater had gone, replaced with a neat white blouse.

"Well?" asked Paulina walking into the room. "Should I give you a twirl?"

Ben sat up on the bed and smiled. He could still feel his cock rock hard in his jeans. He sat a little back with his legs parted. Let her see it, he thought, pushing up his pelvis ever so slightly.

"Give me a twirl," the teenager replied. Paulina concurred and spun around slowly. Ben nodded. "They look great... see you have legs!"

Paulina snorted. "They're old, like their owner!"

"No!" came the Son's reply. "Your outfit is missing something though."

"Yes?"

"Shoes."

"Oh," Paulina looked crestfallen for a sudden, aware suddenly of her own disappointment in her appearance - why on earth did she feel like that? "What, um, what shoes?"

"What shoes do you think, Mum, would you wear with an outfit like this?"

Ben looked her directly in the eye, he wanted to start her on a path that would change her life, she needed to get the details correct first.

"Well, heels, I 'spose..."

"Yes!"

"I'll see what I've got."

Paulina padded back into her bedroom. Opening the wardrobe door she looked at the shoes she had left from the clear out. Most were flat-soled, two pairs of trainers, some sandals and- ah- one pair of heeled sandals. They were black with a lattice design. The heel was quite wide and only about an inch high. Sitting on the bed the Mother put them on and, after pausing to examine her legs in the wardrobe mirror, walked back into her Son's bedroom.

Ben sat on the bed in the same position, like he hadn't moves. This unnerved Paulina a little, but in she went once more, duitfully performing the twirl and then looking back at her Son... but for what? Approval? The situation was more than a little odd.

Nodding, the Son stood up and walked towards his Mother.

"It's a great change. I really like it."

"Thank you."

"You should look like this more often."

"If... if you like."

"I do." Ben stepped closer to her once more. Paulina looked kept her eyes on his.

They were now within touching distance. Paulina's breathing was shallow. It was almost like a trance.

"I want to know," asked the Son. "I want to know how they're held up."

Paulina broke her gaze away looking at the floor. She felt a hand touch her arm.

"Please."

Taking another look quickly at his eyes and then back down at the floor, Paulina nodded and reached down to the bottom of her skirt. Turning side on to her Son she slowly lifted the skirt up to her mid thigh. Holding up the brown stocking was a black garter belt. Ben's eyes drank in the site, the dark band of the stocking top meeting the tiniest glimpse of his Mother's creamy flesh. The delicate metal clip holding it in place.

"I found the belt too," said Paulina.

Ben's hand held his Mother's arm lightly, fingers pressing gently as he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you," he said whispered.

The Son then drew back and turned away. Paulina let her skirt go, brushing it back into place.

"What now?" asked the Mother, acutely aware she was under Ben's control, albeit momentarily, why couldn't she turn away.

"I want you to wear this outfit again, but you need better shoes for it. Tomorrow, we go shopping."

After she had been dismissed by Ben, Paulina went to her room.

She knew it was late but the meeting had charged her in some way. The tension in the room had been incredible, she had felt that. It was an extraordinary feeling.

Paulina sat on the end of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Very slowly she unbuttoned the blouse that she was wearing and threw it across to the chair. Her breasts sat steadily in her white full-cup bra, her slight tummy poked out a little but wasn't ugly. The Mother ran her hands over her covered breasts and then brushed her hair back.

She felt a growing need within her, a feeling she hadn't had for a long time.

Standing up, Paulina unzipped the black skirt from the back and shook herself out of it. Leaving her heels on, the Mother examined her body in the mirror, the black suspender belt contrasting with the white bra. And...

She felt the guilt rise up within her, the feelings all mixed in together. Paulina hadn't worn any panties. Her naked, hairy pussy, framed by the black suspender belts stared back at her. She'd gone into that room, gone into see her Son, deliberately without underwear.

Experimentally, the Mother moved a finger down towards her pussy lips. They were slick with wet. The guilt resurfaced, the whole incident had made her wet. There was a conflict building within her. She was ashamed and yet the need to touch herself, the need to feel, the need to... cum.

The word shot through her like a bolt. Hurriedly the Mother reached around to release her bra straps and let her tits free. Lying back on the bed, her heels, stockings and suspender belt still in place, she slid one hand down between her thighs and the other one started stroking her left breast.

The images slowly came to her. Ben's hand on her arm, the nod of approval, his own body, the shower, his penis-

"Ohhh..." The Mother let her fingers part her lips, begin to dip into her pussy, circle her clit. His penis. Her Son's cock. She imagined it in front of her. All those possibilities.

Surprisingly she found herself taking charge once more, being a parent. Paulina gripped the cock with her hand. Ben was naked covered in water, like he'd been in the shower or had just come out of the swimming pool. She shook it vigorously, like she was rubbing him down or toweling him, the frustration was working through her, that proud, arrogant prick was being wanked to within an inch of its life.

By now both of Paulina's hands were on her pussy, rubbing, stroking, frigging with an intensity that she hadn't experienced in a long while.

She saw Ben's face "Mummy, Mummy!" it called as she wanked... and then image changed.

Suddenly Paulina was on all fours, Ben was plunging into her pussy with all his strength, he was still calling her, "Mummy", not by name but now it was deep and heavy. His body, his balls were slapping against her arse and thighs, as her finger flicked over her throbbing clit at speed. His cock was so deep inside her, she wanted to be filled by it, she wanted it to spray all over her cunt, all over her womb, let the fucker fuck his Mother, let him use her like a slut, let him rape her like a fucking whore-

"OOOOOOOOOH!" the orgasm ripped through Paulina. Her head back, eyes wide open, body pulsating with an energy that she long forgotten. The sensation and caught her and flung her high in the air. The Mother caught her breath and replayed the images. The guilt over took her once more. Her mouth felt dry, this was her own Son, HER OWN SON...

But as she tried to hold back a tear, her hands drifted down to her legs once more. "Ben..." she whispered. "Ben, I'm so sorry..." and she pictured sucking his cock as she masturbated once more...