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I pulled into parking lot of Exotica with the familiar mix of nervousness and excitement that made my visits here that much more fun. As always, I parked behind the building so my car couldn't be seen from the street and used the back entrance that I'm sure was put there for people like me. Closet pervs, as Katie the manager referred us, and it was a pretty accurate term. Exotica was located in a strip mall in a fairly well to do area populated by mostly professionals and I'm sure many customers would rather not be seen entering.

There was another advantage to entering through the rear and that was the hallway that led to the main store. The corridor was lined with rooms where people paid to watch the newest videos and got off to them. I'd never gone in one, at least not outside of my fantasies, but had looked inside and saw that the small chairs inside were covered in plastic. The fact that men sat there jerking off was a little disturbing, but the way they would look at me as I made my way past them never failed to excite me.

When I'd first started coming here I would make sure I was dressed as unflattering as possible. Loose slacks and sensible flats coupled with an oversized sweater or a blazer buttoned up tight. I would pull my long dark hair back or pin it up and walk with my head down, not making eye contact. But they would still look. Some subtly, barely turning their heads to get a longer look out of the corner of their eye, others would give me a blatant up and down accompanied by a nasty little smirk.

The first couple of times that happened I blushed and thought about not coming back. Now six months later, and with my mind filled with sexy fantasies, I welcomed it. Now when I knew I was going to stop here I dressed for full effect. Today I was wearing a short black skirt that I wouldn't say was a mini, but nothing I would never wear to the office. The skirt reached no lower than my mid thigh and showed off my long legs. Those legs were encased in sheer black tights and ended in a pair of three inch heels that strapped around the ankle.

I would not say they were exactly fuck me shoes, but I had just bought them with showing off in mind and they were the sexiest pair I owned by far. From the waist up I was wearing a red blouse that I had unbuttoned halfway to expose the tight red sleeveless shirt beneath it. The shirt had a playful lace trim and did amazing things for my breasts which although more than a mouthful were still a little on the small side. But between the tightness of the shirt and the red and black lace Victoria secret push up bra beneath it, what I had was being proudly displayed.

I had let my long curly hair down so it fell over my shoulders and down my back and had sat in the car in the parking lot at work and added some extra make up around my eyes and a deep shade of red to my lips. The makeup gave me a slightly slutty appearance, especially the lipstick, but I was going home for the weekend from here and no one other than the people in the store would see me.

Even my son Alan wouldn't see me this way; he was heading to work for six and wouldn't be home until midnight. I smiled at the thought that when George came over we would have the house to ourselves and we could start downstairs instead of having to hide out in the bedroom. The idea of giving him a sexy little strip tease then dropping to my knees and sucking his cock on the couch sent a pleasant shiver through me. I'd get him nice and hard then hop on and ride him right there in the living room!

No. I caught myself. That was to vanilla; I had a plan for tonight and it was for George to once and for all get into more than just straight sex. Tonight he was going to indulge my fantasies and I was here to pick up something to not only set the mood, but show him exactly what I wanted. I tried to shy away from the thought that hopefully it would work. George was a nice guy who was attractive, had a good job and was good to me, but damn he was a dud!

When we'd first met a few months back that was okay with me. After all I'd been married to a dud for close to twenty years. When Bill had passed away two years ago I'd told myself I would be more adventurous in the bedroom, but hadn't until I'd found Exotica and started buying toys and discovered what had become my current fantasy; bondage.

I looked up when someone said excuse me, to see I had almost walked directly into a tall man in a black suit.

"Sorry" I gave him a huge smile and batted my eyes at him.

"Don't be." He returned the smile, "Nothing like running into a beautiful lady."

"Even in a place like this?" I asked, giving my hair a toss and loving the fact that his eyes were glued to my chest.

"Especially in a place like this!" he laughed. "Makes me wonder what kind of naughty things you're here for."

"A movie." I winked, "Something to keep me up at night."

"I think you could keep me up at night."

I had to admit I wouldn't mind trying. He had beautiful blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard and the suit hugged a broad set of shoulders. He had a bright smile and I could feel my nipples hardening just from standing here with him. Damn, Anna, you've come a long way from a sheltered wife and mother! I tried to remind myself of George, but here was someone I bet who would give me what I wanted.

I stopped myself there. It was one thing to want to be kinky with a boyfriend, but I didn't know who this guy was and I did have a son at home. Although Alan was twenty I still felt I owed it to him to be a good mother in every way which meant not out there on the make like the sluts in the movies that I at times longed to be like.

"Speaking of, I don't suppose you would want some company while watching said movie." The man in front of me continued, "After a wonderful dinner of course." He extended his hand, "I'm Richard."

"I'm... with someone." I told him, although I did take his hand. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to..."

"No worries." He shrugged and grinned. "You spend enough time here and watching porn you start to think life could be that way."

"It would be a happier place," I laughed.

"Less stress for sure." He reached into his pocket and handed me a card. "If you ever want to go grab a coffee or something let me know."

"Thank you." I made a show of slipping the card in my bra.

He let his eyes follow the card then with a blatant look at my legs winked and walked away. I started walking down the hallway again and could feel his eyes on me. I put some extra swing in my slender hips and could feel my thong sticking between my legs.

Keeping my head up, I passed three other men who were heading down to the room and watched every one of them stare hungrily at me. When I entered the main store I began to head over to the register to where Katie always was and stopped when I saw a young man there.

I hung back hoping to see her, but when it seemed obvious he was working up there alone, I turned to the wall and began looking at row after row of vibrators and dildos. I was no longer shy about coming in there, but that was mostly because Katie, the manager, had noticed how timid I was my first time there and had come over and asked me what I needed.

I remember becoming flustered and she had put me at ease saying everything here was for fun and there is no shame in fun. She helped me pick out a couple of small vibrators and each time I'd come in after that she had always waited on me and made suggestions.

In fact it was Katie that had turned me on to bondage by telling me that it was her kink and how much fun it was to be helpless and have no control over what your lover did to you. Like me, she had no desire for anything rough, but just loved being tied and teased and totally at the other person's mercy.

Last time around Katie had talked me into getting a set of bonds for my bed to try with George and what had finally convinced me was her telling me the story of how her boyfriend had her tied with them.

Katie had been spread eagle on the bed and he had tickled and teased her to the point she was almost in tears she wanted to cum so bad. She said when he finally got her off she came so hard she was dizzy and could barely move. That had sounded good to me and I had bought them then and there. Unfortunately...

"Hey hot stuff, what can I do for you?"

I turned and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Katie behind me.

"I was starting to think you weren't here." I told her.

"Honey, I'm always here!" she laughed.

Katie had an infectious laugh that always made me smile. She was a pretty girl, closer to Alan's age than mine, but a hell of a lot more experienced sexually than a woman who had been in a vanilla marriage most of her adult life.

Katie had short red hair and a pair of big brown eyes that reminded me of my departed husband's as well as Alan's. She was a busty little thing, with a chest that looked as if it was going to tip her over at some point and a plump little ass that I noticed every guy in the store turn to look at when she wandered by.

I had no interest in women, but since I had been watching a lot of porn had started noticing them more and several times I'd envisioned Katie tied to her bed while her boyfriend playfully tormented her. Lucky girl!

"So," Katie, looked around to make sure no one was standing close to us. "How did it go with the tie downs?"

"I haven't gotten the nerve to show him yet."

"Why not?" Katie looked me up and down, "Anna you're nothing short of fucking hot, why would he refuse you anything? You sure this guy isn't gay?"

"No, we have sex." I told her. "But I'm lucky if I can get him to do me doggy, never mind anything kinky."

"You would think there wouldn't be people like that around anymore." She spread her arms to indicate the store. "That's what we're here for! To keep things fun!" she winked at me, "Added some fun in your life, no?"

"Yeah, but so far it's just solo fun." I told her. "Which can be a lot of fun in itself, but I need to get my boyfriend to do something hot with me."

"Or find someone who will." Katie said, "You're not married to the guy if he's lame go find someone who's not. You're an attractive woman Anna."

"Thank you, but I have a son at home and I don't want to be spending nights out or jumping from guy to guy. He still has issues with me dating."

"Well he needs to get over that." Katie pointed out, "But that's not my area of expertise. So what do we do about super dud?" She stroked her chin. "Does he use toys on you?"

"No. When I suggested he looked hurt."

"Not a 'guess you don't need me type'?"

"Yup."

"You know what Anna? If you don't work this out with him find a young guy. You're a smoking hot cougar. Go find some k** that will be excited just to be in your bed, they'll do anything you want."

"George has a lot of good points. I just want him to be more fun in bed."

"Okay so maybe what you should do is.,."

"I want a video!" I told her. "One that has the woman tied down and having the guy tease her and fucking her and keeps making her cum!"

"You should come by my house tonight."

"Don't brag." I told her, "That's not nice."

"Sorry, tell you what though." She gave me a mischievous smile. "We do film ourselves so if you can get George going we can swap tapes!"

"Ohh." I cooed, "I would love to see that."

"You've come along way Anna!" Katie put her arm around me. "Trust me, I would love to see you like that.: she sighed in my ear. "I do enjoy a girl from time to time so let me know if he can't take care of you."

I felt my face turn as red as my blouse. "Oh..uh..."

"Just k**ding." Katie laughed, "I just wanted to see if I could still make you blush."

"Guess I'm still kind of a prude."

"Nah, just only into certain things. Speaking of, come with me."

Still keeping her arm around me, I'm sure for show as I noticed several male customers watching us; Katie walked me over to the fetish section. We passed a couple of aisles and I winced at titles like "roped and ****d" that showed women being pretty much attacked by several men while being tied down.

"Not this stuff." I pointed.

"No, you want the playful stuff." Katie assured me. "Like this right here."

We had stopped in front of a small rack with a sign at the top that read "The Bound to Please series"

"This is the hottest series going for erotic bondage. Each movie is two or three different women being bound and teased and pleasing their captors."

I picked one up titled, "No longer in charge."

"That's the newest release." Katie said, "All three scenes are women who are in charge and they are tied down and taken."

"Taken?" There was something about that word that sent a tingle down my spine.

"Not in the violent sense, but they do start off with them demanding to be untied." She smiled, "Personally I enjoy those; it's all in good fun and it adds to the thrill. No one gets hurt, just fun."

"Okay" I held that one and looked at the others "Lessons for the teacher." I read aloud.

"I love that one." Katie said, "It speaks for itself, some students get their hands on their teachers and, well, you know."

"So authority figures are really good subjects for these things." I nodded, "Guess it makes sense. I..."

I frowned when my eyes made their way to the bottom rack. No, I had to be reading that one wrong. Reaching down, I picked it up so I could see it better. "Bound to please their sons?" I turned to look at Katie, "What the hell is this?"

"Well first off, it's not real." Katie turned the DVD case over in my hands and pointed at the bottom disclaimer which read. "i****t is an i*****l practice in the US. This video is role play only. All actors and actresses are eighteen and older."

"Still they..." I scrunched my face up. "Who would watch this?"

"Mostly sons with mom fantasies, but I've seen some women buy them" Katie took it from my hand. "Let me tell you something Anna, I think it's twisted, but i****t, even step i****t is huge. Books, stories, videos it is a hot topic and people pay for it."

"Well I think I'll keep my fantasies outside the family." I said with a nervous laugh.

What made me nervous was the fact that as Katie spoke she was holding the movie up and I had been looking at the cover. The woman on it was obviously in her early forties if not older and she was currently handcuffed to her bed. The young man kneeling between her legs had a feather in his hand tickling her nipples and a huge hard on pointing directly at his mother's...

I forced myself not to finish that sentence. That was sick. But for some reason even though it was twisted part of my mind lingered on the concept. Who was a bigger authority figure in a man's life than his mother? What other woman could he love so much yet get so upset at when she punished him or wouldn't allow him to do something?

How hot would it be for that son to then have his mother helpless on a bed, forcing her to commit the ultimate taboo? But only forcing her in the beginning; soon she would start to enjoy it. Her son would not hurt her, but touch her with love. But he would not untie her. Oh, no, he would make mom beg and plead, make her..

"Excuse me?"

I blinked as a man's voice cut into those strange thoughts that almost didn't as if they were mine. How could they be? I'd never had anything but love for my son; a true mother's love not a sick attraction.

"How can I help you?" Katie asked.

I looked to see a tall older gentlemen looking nervously at me.

"Well I am looking for a ...uh..."

"I'm all set Katie." I told her. "I'll pick a good one."

"You want me to ring you out? I can have John help this gentleman."

Katie always rang me out so I didn't have to go through the occasional embarrassment I still felt when buying things. As she spoke she had put the mother video down and I said, "Go ahead, Katie."

"Okay. See you next time," She gave my hand a squeeze, "Hopefully you have a good story to tell."

"Hopefully." I smiled as she walked away and turned back to the rack.

George was a college professor so the teacher one would probably freak him out. I looked at the others and decided on one called good girls forced to be bad. It seemed pretty general and the pictures on the back looked hot including video number one that featured a brunette who had a resemblance to yours truly.

I turned to head for the front counter, and then stopped. I felt another wave of excitement versus nervousness, but this time for a disturbing reason. I couldn't let go of the image on the video and what it invoked. Sick as it was the idea of a mother helpless against her son who was about to express his unnatural lust by having his way with the last woman in the world he should desire.

"Walk away Anna." I whispered

I took two steps, then turning around walked back to the rack, grabbed the DVD and tucking it beneath the other one, went to check out.

*****

"Damn!" I swore as I caught the light just before the turn off to my street.

I sat there impatiently; squirming in my seat. Although I had a moment of shame when the young man behind the counter looked at both DVDs when he rang me out I had been horny as hell since. I told myself that I was horny because George and I were going to watch the good girl's video and he would want to play it out with me.

In reality all I could think of was the other DVD. The one I should have never bought, the one I should be totally disgusted with, yet it was the one I knew I would watch before George arrived.

The light changed and I peeled away, taking the turn so quickly my tires squealed. I forced myself to drive the speed limit on my street and once I pulled into the driveway I all but ran into the house.

Tossing my purse and briefcase on the desk in the extra bedroom I used as an office. I stopped long enough to remove the heels and carrying them in one hand and my bag of dirty treats in the other I took the stairs two at a time and practically skipped down the hallway and into my bedroom.

Putting the bag on the bed, I took off my over blouse, throwing it in the vicinity of the hamper and pulling my skirt up, I pushed not only the tights, but my thong down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

I left my skirt on because the truth was it was a hot turn on to watch professionally dressed women get fucked still mostly dressed and I found I loved to masturbate that way.

I opened the wrapper on the DVD and as I opened the case noticed my hands were trembling. Before I put the case on the bed I looked at the back, "Three hot tales of cock teasing mother's who have incited lust in their son's and now find themselves about to pay the price."

Well this was at least harmless fantasy. I could honestly say I'd never teased my son in any sexual manner. Then again Alan did remark several times lately that he liked that I had been dressing younger, but that was most likely just a compliment. That or a way to tell me I should get rid of George who he did not seem to like all that much.

As I put the DVD in and walked back to the bed, I wondered if Alan had ever thought I was attractive. Not that I wanted him to, but seeing Katie had mentioned what a popular fantasy it was I now wondered if he'd ever thought of me inappropriately.

Sitting up on the bed, I put the remote down and reaching into my nightstand pulled out the best toy I'd ever bought. It was a long rubber coated vibrator that had a second attachment that pressed against my clit.

The vibrator rotated and I could control the speeds with the remote. Looking at the case at my feet I didn't press play right away, but teased myself a little more with letting my mind wander.

What could a mother do in real life that would make a normal son desire her? No matter what she looked like we were conditioned to not have that attraction. Perhaps it was not physical at all, but an unusual emotional attachment that caused the love for a mother to turn into the love and lust of any other woman.

In turn what would make a mother give in? What on earth could make a sane loving mother look at her son and see him in a sexual manner? To think of him as a good looking young lover?

One thing was for sure, outside of something like the bondage in the videos I would imagine the mother calling the shots. She would tell her son how to please her as if she were simply a cougar with a young cub.

Katie had told me I could be a cougar and son or not, Alan was a good looking boy. That thought stopped me. Where had that come from? All mothers thought their sons were handsome boys, but how many had thought it while getting ready to watch a pseudo i****t video?

Then again Alan did look just like my Billy who although he might not have exactly sizzled in bed was very loving and sweet to me and a good looking man. Alan had his father's sandy brown hair and big expressive brown eyes.

That coupled with his easy and very genuine smile gave Alan a cute boy next door appeal that seemed to serve him well as he was never at a loss for a date. Unlike his father who was always thin, Alan worked out on a regular basis and had developed an impressive set of shoulders and arms.

He was a strong boy and I'm sure that strength would make it easy to pin a woman down. To hold her hands together while he cuffed her to a bed and to pry her legs open so he could get between them and give their pussy a good hard fucking. I imagined him over me right now, his muscles flexing as he pinned his struggling mother's arms over her head.

My eyes snapped open and I exhaled loudly. Wow, and I hadn't even watched the damn tape yet! Picking up the remote I had the nagging thought that I could have some repressed desire for my own son.

That should bother me, but as I had been learning more and more, fantasy was a harmless escape no matter what the fantasy so if for some reason even the idea of this video triggered some response, who cared? I thumbed play and then picking up the toy spread my legs and eased it inside.

I gasped at how easily the toy slid in. Damn I was wet. I pushed the toy deep until I felt the rubber tip press against my excited clit. Closing my legs I turned the toy up a notch and moaned softly at the sensation of the vibrator moving inside me coupled with the soft vibration on my sensitive button.

On the TV a young boy with dark hair and a hell of a build walked into a kitchen and began talking to his mother who was dressed as if she had just done a shift at a cocktail lounge with her ass almost sticking out from the skirt and her tits ready to spill from a very low cut shirt.

The son asked if he could go out and the mother told him no. As they began to argue I looked at the clock. George was coming over for dinner and I didn't have a lot of time before I had to get dinner ready and shower.

I fast forwarded the tape and when I stopped it, laughed at the scene. The 'mom' was now on her bed playing with herself. The camera zoomed in on her fingers stroking her clit and I turned the toy up another notch. Her moans sounded damn good, but I could do this to myself and went forward, but slowly.

I watched her finish then seem to fall asleep. The scene shifted to her opening her eyes and trying to sit up only to find out she was tied to the bed with black stockings.

"Oh, yes." I whispered seeing her tied with her arms over her head and her legs wide open.

Her son came in and began speaking. The volume was too low to hear, but it didn't bother me, I had no interest in a bunch of poorly acted words, I wanted action! The son leaned over the bed and as he took her nipple in his mouth, the actress made a good show of struggling against her bonds and the look on her face was of convincing alarm.

"Roger stop, I'm your mom you can't do this to me!" She was yelling loud enough that I could hear it with the volume down and I moaned louder than before as my hips began to move in time with the slow sensual movements of the toy.

On the screen 'Roger' had sucked his mother other nipple and sitting up on the bed had pushed his shorts down to expose a huge dripping cock. Taking his cock he began slapping it against his mother's face. She was still feigning disgust and turned her head the other way. Roger grabbed her chin and turning her back to face him, shoved his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, look at that." I moaned, "Look at him making her do it!"

I turned the toy up to past halfway and shuddered in pleasure as the toy increased its thrusts and vibrations. I crossed my ankles to pin it even tighter inside me

I turned the volume up enough to hear 'mom' gurgling around her son's cock. Again the actress was making a good show of trying to move her arms and legs and the look in her wide eyes sent a shiver through me. Her son was now straddling her face and not so gently fucking her mouth. I thought he was going to cum, but he pulled out and sliding down the bed, drove his cock hard into her defenseless pussy.

"Oh Roger, Oh! Please stop, oh...oh you're fucking me!"

As lame as that last line sounded, it caused me to crank the toy all the way and began breathing hard. I'd been worked up since I'd been in the store and my body was already gathering itself for release. Maybe I'd let the DVD run for awhile and get off a couple of times so George would really be able to take his time getting me off later.

"Stop!" Mom groaned, "Roger, please. I'm your mother, you...you can't..."

Mom was cut off by Roger putting his hand over her mouth. He started fucking her harder and I thought this wasn't as gentle or playful as Katie said, but it was doing the trick! My thighs were trembling and I straightened my feet and tightened my legs in anticipation of a good hard orgasm. Mom's squeals were changing behind his hand and a moment later he moved it and she was now moaning.

"Oh, honey, oh baby, you feel so good! Oh, look at you showing mommy how much you want her!"

That line was even more ridiculous as was the entire thing, but hearing her now moaning in pleasure as her son's cock plunged into her forbidden pussy was enough to cause me to gasp and lift my hips.

I arched my back and released a sharp yelp as I teetered on the edge. In perfect timing the son moaned from the TV and pulling out, slid up the bed and began spraying his mother's heaving tits with his thick white cum.

He began going into some silly dialogue as he painted his mother's impressive breasts, but his words were lost beneath the long loud wail I released as my orgasm crashed through me. I bucked my hips, into the thrusting toy and moved my thighs up and down grinding the rubber tip into my clit.

I threw my head back and squealed again as my pussy convulsed around the long thick toy that I wanted so badly to be a real cock. A nice young hard cock that would spurt its hot load deep inside me.

I shuddered as the last of the orgasm flowed through me and letting my body relaxed lay there gasping for breath. I uncrossed my legs and as I looked at the screen saw mom was untied and was now holding her son close to her and stroking his hair telling him how good he felt.

That surprised me as I thought it was just a sex video. I imagined holding Alan like that, his body naked and sweaty; his face would smell like his mothers...

"Anna!" I snapped, calling myself from that path.

In front of me the video had faded and come back, this time with the tall leggy brunette that resembled me. She was sitting by the pool in a revealing bikini and a young man with similar hair and a huge bulge in his swimming trunks walked over to her.

Despite the internal battle of was this or wasn't this twisted, raging in my mind, wasn't seemed to win out as I started fast forwarding it, looking for another sex scene.

I stopped it when I saw the mother tied to the bed and a thrill went through me when I saw she was tied face down. Damn I wonder if...

The door to my room burst open and I sat up and emitted a startled yelp as Alan came walking in.

"Alan!" I cried out, closing my legs around the toy and desperately trying to shut the television off.

"Holy shit!" Alan exclaimed as he saw me on the bed.

For a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity every detail jumped out me. The toy was out of sight, but my skirt was around my hips and I knew I must be flushed and sweaty. On the TV the son was going down on his mom, spreading her ass and going to town on her with his tongue while she cried out into the pillow.

It was bad enough it was obvious what I was doing, but worse was the case to the DVD on the bed near my feet. I couldn't let him see it! Bending my leg, I yelled, "Don't you knock?"

"Jesus, I...I'm sorry mom!" Alan had averted his face, but not before I could see he was blushing furiously.

Taking advantage of him turning away, I grabbed the movie case and leaning over the bed, tossed it under there.

"I didn't think you were home!" he said still looking away from me. "You usually work until seven!"

I looked at the clock and saw it was only quarter to six. I hadn't bothered to tell him I was getting out early, "Hey, why aren't you at work?" I countered

"Jack called, it's his girl's birthday tomorrow and he wanted to know if I would switch nights so he could take her out."

He wasn't looking my way and taking a chance I pulled the toy out. Hoping he didn't hear the sloppy wet sucking sound it made when it left my pussy. Not wanting to risk the time it would take to put it in the draw, I shoved it under the pillow.

Lifting my hips, I pulled my skirt down over my hips and straightened it. Alan was facing away from the TV which was a relief and I was just picking up the remote when the woman on video screamed, "Fuck me Johnny! Fuck your slut mommy nice and hard!"

My eyes jerked to the screen to see the 'son' fucking his mother doggy style while her hands were still tied to the head board. "Fuck me harder! Oh, you're such a bad boy fucking your mother!" she cried.

I shut the TV off and feeling a wave of shame come over me put my head down, praying he'd somehow not really noticed what they were saying.

"I'm sorry mom." He was still facing the wall. "I really didn't know you were here."

"Obviously I didn't know you were home either." I sighed, "Um, well it's not like you can pretend you didn't see what I was doing and I...

"

"Whatever mom." He said quickly. "I...I appreciate you being honest and treating me like an adult, but there's just some things a son does not need to talk about with his mother."

"Okay." I exhaled with relief. Maybe he hadn't heard it. "You can turn around hon,"

Alan turned to face me and I saw he was still red and looked as nervous as I felt. He gave me a little smile that made my heart melt. It was his father's smile, that cute, shy disarming smile that had attracted me to him that night at a frat party where every other guy was an arrogant jerk.

Alan looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair was wet and slicked back as if he had just finger combed it and he was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of baggy running shorts.

I took a moment to look at his broad shoulders and well toned arms and had the sick thought that he would truly be a son any of those mother's in that movie would love to be taken by. He was still looking awkwardly at me and breaking the silence I asked, "Why were you coming in here anyway?"

"Oh, sorry. I was looking for my I-pod charger you said you had gotten a new one so I didn't think you'd care if I came in and got it."

"Right." I nodded; and leaned over to grab it from the draw hoping he couldn't see the assortment of toys in there.

When I found the charger I closed the drawer and began to sit up. I stopped when I saw him staring at me in the mirror. His gaze was fixed on my legs and he seemed to really be looking. I felt an odd thrill go through me and pretending to fumble with the drawer; I bent my left leg, then straightened it.

In the mirror I saw his eyes follow the movement and thought back to the videos. I turned over further on my side and his gaze shifted to my ass in the fairly tight skirt.

When it hit me I was trying to get my son to look at me, I rolled quickly back to a sitting position and sliding to the edge let my legs d**** over so my feet were on the floor.

"Here you go."

"Thanks Mom. So why are you home early?"

"I..oh, shit! George is coming over tonight."

He nodded, but I saw the look in his eyes.

"I figured you were working so that way by the time you came home we would be in bed." When he didn't respond, I added, "I know you don't like him for some reason so figured I would have him over on nights you work late."

"Thanks." He sighed.

"What's wrong, honey?" I patted the bed next to me. "Sit down."

He sat next to me and putting my arm around him, said "You can tell me."

"I just don't like that guy." He told me.

"George is very nice to me, Alan, he's not a jerk, you know I wouldn't be with someone who wasn't good to me."

"Not as good as dad was." He said softly.

"Honey, he was my husband, and your father. There will never be another man who will replace him in my heart, but...I'm only forty four and your dad said he didn't want me to be alone."

"I know." He nodded, "But, well, you never know, you might find someone just like dad."

"Maybe." I agreed, "But it still wouldn't be him." I slipped my hand up and ran my fingers through his wet hair. "No one will truly replace him, ever."

"George isn't even close."

"George is..." I shrugged. "I'm not sure he's the one so to speak, but he is nice and he does take care of me."

"Apparently not in here." Alan said, "Or you wouldn't be doing that before he came over."

"Alan!" I exclaimed, "That's not very nice to say."

"Sorry, mom." He looked at me and I could see he was upset. "I know I said I don't want to talk about sex with you, and I don't, but you're still young and you're beautiful and the guy you're with should take good care of you." He paused and forced out the last word, "Everywhere."

"Well that's...up to me." I said, not sure what else I could say.

"You should be happy mom, in every way." He surprised me with a sweet kiss on the cheek. "There's nothing more I want than to see you get what you want."

"Thank you, baby!" I returned the kiss, "You're as sweet as your father was."

"Not where it counts." He said.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

He frowned, "Oh, nothing, I just...I don't know, dad was a little timid sometimes, I think I'm more aggressive."

"Well nothing wrong with that. But it's getting close to six. Do you want to eat with me and George?"

"No, I'll run out for awhile."

"What's her name?" I nudged him with my elbow.

"No one right now," he shrugged.

"No? All those cute college girls? How are you not seeing anyone?"

"Maybe I'm not interested in girls my age." He said, and then stood up, "Well let me get out of your way, I'll...shit!"

When he stood he dropped the charger onto the floor.

"It went under the bed," he rolled his eyes and got onto his hands and knees on the floor and reached under the comforter.

His other hand was on my foot and I felt an odd tingling at his touch. I also noticed he didn't move it as he fumbled under the bed.

"Got it." He pulled it out, but continued to look under the bed. "Hey you have a stocking under here."

"Can you get it for me?" I asked, not thinking.

"Sure." He pulled out something long and black and gasped, "Holy shit!"

My eyes widened and I felt my stomach sink. In his hands was one of the tie ups I had bought last week. Alan looked at the long thin strap with the ankle cuff dangling from it. He dropped it as if it had burned his hand and standing said, "Yeah well, uh, I really have to go now."

"Alan, I...I can explain!" I told him as if I were the c***d, not the parent.

"You don't have to." He put his hands up, "Really, I would rather you didn't." he started walking to the door, and then turned back to me.

"Hey, mom?"

"What is it?" I asked dreading what he might ask.

"You seeing anyone besides George?"

"No, why?"

"Because I sure as hell can't see that old fart using something like that."

Grabbing a pillow, I threw it at him. "Don't be a jerk!" I laughed, glad he was joking about it.

Alan caught the pillow and as he flipped it back at me said, "But I'm not surprised you got that movie for him."

"Movie?" I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, George definitely looks like he could have a mommy fetish." He gave me a wave, "Now I know I need to go somewhere tonight."

*****

I sat on the bed, hugging my pillow and feeling like an idiot. Not only had my hopes of a hot night gone down the tubes, but I most likely wouldn't hear from George again. The night started off good, well as good as it could have considering my son had not only caught me masturbating, but had found the straps tied to my bed.

His last comment had told me he'd heard the mommy video, but assumed it was for George. I suppose that was better than his thinking it was for me, but as I was showering it struck me that he had to know I'd been getting off to it.

I'd stopped washing myself as I wondered what he thought and if I should bring it up to him. It was one thing for a twenty year old to acknowledge his mother had sex, but bondage, and worse, i****t fantasies?

I debated telling him I'd grabbed it by mistake and just figured I would watch it, but did I want to risk that conversation? Was he somewhere thinking his mother wanted him? I could always use the taboo dirty thrill excuse, but again how did you say that to your son?

I decided to just push it to the side for now and enjoy what would hopefully be a hot night of fulfilled fantasies. Once out of the shower I donned the new lingerie set I had bought. The set was comprised of a skimpy black thong that tied at the sides and a tight black lace top that barely went past my tits, leaving my stomach bare.

The top unbuttoned and I could just imagine lying there, tied to the bed while George, his fingers trembling with excitement, undid the skimpy top, slowly revealing my tits.

I tossed on my short red silk robe that he loved on me and after teasing my hair out and putting my make up on heavier than usual, added a brand new pair of red heels that I planned on leaving on all night.

I went downstairs and started dinner and when I met George at the door, his eyes widened in appreciation and as he presented me with a bouquet of flowers he remarked that he we hadn't had dinner yet, but he was already thinking of dessert.

That reaction caused me to relax and forget about the scene with Alan and move onto the next phase of the night. I'd bought two bottles of George's favorite wine and we killed the first one over dinner.

As horny as I was, I took my time over dinner, making general conversation. However, I made sure I got up from the table several times to parade around in front of him. I purposely dropped things in order to bend over and show him my scantily clad ass and leaned over him to show off my tits encased in the sexy black lace top.

When it came to dessert, George said he was full, but sitting on his lap, I shared a cup of pudding with him, making sure to smear whip cream not only on my lips, but his as I fed it to him.

His cock was rock hard against my ass and I made sure to wiggle in his lap. When the pudding was gone we shared a long deep whip cream and tongue filled kiss. To my delight George asked if we were heading upstairs.

I made a comment that it was only eight o clock and kind of early to go to sleep. George gave the perfect response of going to bed did not equal going to sleep. I took his hand and could feel my pussy gushing as I led him up the stairs and into my bedroom.

George quickly stripped down to his boxers and sitting on the bed I stared hungrily at him. George coached the college track team and had been a runner himself for years. His body was lean and still pretty tight for his age. The best part was the large bulge in his underwear that I knew was all for me.

As he sat on the bed, I stood and removed my robe. I made a show of folding it and turned around to put it on the chair and let him check out my ass. When I got on the bed, George reached for me, but I told him I had bought something fun to watch first.

He smiled and as we sat propped up against the pillows with his hand lightly caressing my thigh I turned the TV on. My heart was already pounding and my pussy dripping as the screen filled with the first image from the movie.

It started hot right out of the gate with a slender brunette on her knees on the bed with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound. She was staring wide eyed at the camera with her full lips trembling. That's when things went bad.

"What the hell is this?" George asked.

"Just watch." I whispered and grabbing his cock through his boxers started stroking it.

George released a soft moan and I felt his body relax. On the TV a man entered the room. He was dressed only in his underwear and as soon as he reached the bed, he pulled them down to expose his huge hard cock.

"You ready to be a good girl?" he asked.

"Please." The girl shook her head, "Please, sir I...I don't do those things!"

"You will." He said and grabbing the back of her head, pushed her face towards his cock.

She whimpered convincingly, but wouldn't open her mouth. The man began whacking his cock against her face and pushing the dripping head against her lips as she whimpered and struggled against her bonds.

"Anna." George said, "This is sick! He's going to **** this girl!"

"No, it's all fun, watch."

The words had come out in a breathy whisper and grabbing his hand I placed it over my right breast so he could feel my hard nipple. The girl opened her mouth and the guy began slowly pumping his cock into it.

Reaching behind her he shoved his fingers into her helpless pussy and started rubbing her clit. She started whimpering around his cock, but her hips were moving back into his hand.

"See? She's loving it, the little slut." I told him.

"Little slut?" George turned to look at me.

"Yes, she's a little slut." I told him as I squeezed his cock. "A bad little girl trying to pretend she doesn't want to be dirty, but he knows she does and he's going to make her admit it!"

George was staring at me with an unhappy look on his face, but I was too caught up, to notice.

"He's going to keep her tied up and have his way with her, but he's going to make her cum because he knows she's a dirty little whore and she wants it!"

"You...you like this?"

"I love it!" I purred in his ear, "I want to be your dirty girl, George! I want to be your nasty little bad girl! But I want to play good girl and have you make me bad!"

"Make you?"

"Yes," I moaned as on the screen the man had gotten behind the girl and was now teasing the head of his cock around her pussy as she begged him not to fuck her. "I want you to make me love everything you do to me!"

There was a loud squeal from the movie when the guy slammed his cock into her and was not only fucking her hard and fast, but had shoved a finger into her ass.

"Oh, its so big!" she cried out, "Please go easy, oh please not so hard!"

"Just take it you slut, you know you want it." He slapped her ass and at the sound of her yelp I felt my pussy start to drip.

"Anna this is..."

George trailed off when sitting up; I reached under the pillow and pulled out the strap that was tied to the middle rung of the metal head board.

"I want you to tie me down and take me George!" I moaned, "I want you to make me helpless for you to have your way with me!"

"Anna!"

"I want you to tease me and make me beg for you! Make me beg to cum, make me beg for your nice hard dick!"

Holding the strap out to him, I whispered, "Please sir? Please make your good girl bad."

George pulled away, recoiling from me as if I'd tried to hand him a snake.

"Anna what the hell is the matter with you?"

"Nothing." I looked at the strap. "I just want to have some fun."

"**** fantasies are fun?"

"It's not ****! Look!" I pointed at the movie where the guy now had the girl on her back with her legs pushed up while he was licking her pussy.

She was squirming and moaning in delight and at that moment I would have given anything to be her.

"Anna this is sick!" he snapped and grabbing the remote shut the movie off.

"Hey!"

"I will not watch a woman be assaulted and I certainly won't do it to you."

"But I want you to!" I was practically whining "Come on George, don't be a prude, let's have some fun!"

"Prude?" his eyes widened. "I'm a prude because I don't want to **** you?"

"Can't **** the willing!" I forced a nervous laugh.

"Anna how old are you?"

"What does that matter?"

"This shit is for k**s who'll try anything, we're an older couple! We don't need to..."

"There's an age limit on fun?" I was starting to get aggravated now."There's something wrong with me because I want more than two licks of my clit and five minutes of missionary?"

George's eyes widened and his face started to turn red. "Well excuse me if I was taught to be respectful and loving, not a fucking a****l."

"Women like being fucked like a****ls sometimes!" I told him. "I love when you're sweet George, but I want to have some real fun!"

"Real fun." He got up off the bed. "I see. Well I'm sorry I'm not fun."

"Okay, George." I put my hands out, "That didn't come out right, let's talk."

"Nothing to talk about." He grabbed his pants and began putting them on. "You want to be treated like a slut and that's not what I do."

"Why not? George it can be fun!"

"You want to be treated like a porn star Anna, go pick up some punk at a bar and let him treat you like a whore."

"Oh, come on."

"Sorry, Anna. I think you're a beautiful woman, but thought you were a woman, not a pig."

"Pig?" My temper flared, "How fucking dare you call me a pig! There are plenty of men who would love a lady in the office and a freak in bed"

"Well a real man prefers a lady in both." He declared pulling his shirt over his head.

"No, a real man can satisfy his woman, whatever it takes" I replied getting up and slipping my robe back on.

"The go find yourself a real man then." Slipping his shoes on, he pointed at me. "And go get some help Anna, sick fantasies like that can get you in trouble."

Turning he headed for the bedroom door.

"So you're leaving? I'm not worth you trying anything different?"

"You're not worth me acting like a teenager in heat who thinks getting laid is the be all end all. I'm looking for good woman, not a sex crazed whore."

"Fuck you!" I yelled, "Good luck finding a woman happy with your boring ass!"

George waved his hand disgustedly at me and walked out of the bedroom. I walked out to see him walk down the stairs and a minute later heard the front door slam.

When I heard his car pull out of the drive way I'd sat down on the bed, hugged the pillow and cried like a teenager. With a ragged sigh, I tossed the pillow behind me and leaned over to take off the red fuck me pumps I was still wearing.

I jumped at a knock on the door. Had George come back?

"Hey, Mom?" Alan called through the door, "You still up?"

"Come in." I called out.

As the door opened, I made sure I tied my robe tightly around me. I still had to deal with what happened earlier and did not want to feed any kind of fire. For him or me. Maybe George was right and I was getting out of control with my fantasies. Alan entered the room dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans and asked, "You okay, mom?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well when I came home I saw George had left and you said he was spending the night." He came closer and frowned. "You're make up is running, you've been crying."

"We...we had a fight and he left."

"He made you cry?" Alan clenched his fists, "What did that asshole say to you?"

"Its okay honey. It happens when people break up."

"Break up?" he seemed to relax. "So...no more George."

"I don't think so honey." I sighed.

"Hey, mom he wasn't all that, you can do better."

"I guess." As Alan stood there probably unsure of what to say, I thought about the guy at Exotica, I thought I had kept the card. "Maybe the next guy will be more... understanding."

"Hold on, I'll be right back." Alan said.

"Where are you...?" I stopped when turning, he quickly left the room.

I heard him pound down the stairs and sat that for a couple of minutes wondering where he went, when he reappeared holding a glass of wine. Sitting down next to me, he handed me the glass.

"You want to talk about it?"

"I think I had enough to drink" I tried to pass the glass back to him.

"You're upset, have some."

I could see the concern in his eyes and managing a grin said, "Well okay if you insist."

Crying had made me thirstier than I'd thought and I ended up drinking most of the glass in several long swallows. Alan took the glass from me, "Do you want to talk about..." he had looked back at the bed and had an odd look on his face, "Never mind."

I followed his gaze. The strap with the cuff was on the bed in plain sight.

"Shit, I am batting a thousand today with you." I said. "Sorry Alan, I guess you're finding out your mom's kind of twisted."

"Hey if it feels good do it." He shrugged, and then smiled, "But if that was what the fight was over, I told you he wasn't the type."

"You did, but I guess he's not alone."

"But there's lots of guys who would love a woman with good looks, a good job and is a freak!" he laughed, "I heard you even have an awesome son as part of the deal!"

"Yeah, but you started that part of the rumor you little shit."

We stared at each other and when he tried to come up with a pout I burst out laughing. Turning to face him I hugged him close. "I love you, Alan."

"I love you too mom." He held me tighter and said, "And I'll bet the next guy will give you everything you need."

"Here's hoping, but in the mean time I guess I have my job and according to you, my looks."

"And the awesome son." He reminded me.

"Yeah, he's okay I guess." I sat back and covered my mouth to suppress a yawn. I blinked as a wave of exhaustion swept over me. "Wow I'm tired all of a sudden."

"Probably from being upset." Alan said.

"That and a lot of wine." I yawned again, "Damn."

"Well here, just lie back." Alan got up and moving to the head of the bed, fixed the pillows for me.

Feeling as if my eyes were about to close, I slid up the bed and lay back on the pillows.

"Oh," I said softly my voice sounding far away. "My shoes are still on."

"Don't worry about it." Alan said looking down at me. "I like them on."

"W...what?" I asked, fighting to keep my eyes open.

"I like your shoes." He leaned over and unable to hold out any longer, my eyes closed and I felt as if the room was spinning, as if from a distance I heard Alan's voice in my ear "They make you look even sluttier."

*****

"Oh, yes, honey! Oh just like that!"

I opened my eyes at the sound of voices and stared up at the ceiling. My vision was blurry, but after blinking rapidly several times it cleared.

"You like sucking my cock, mom? You like having your little boy's dick in your mouth?"

I leaned my head up to see the TV was on, showing a woman on her knees with her hands cuffed behind her back having her face fucked by a tall young man.

I blinked again, trying to remember when I had put the movie back in. The room was hot and I could feel the sweat on my face. I tried to move my hand to wipe at it and felt something tug at my wrist. My eyes widened when I realized I was tied to the bed!

I craned my neck to the side and saw that both my wrists were cuffed and were tied together to the bed frame. Turning back to look down the bed I saw that my robe had been removed and I was just laying in the black lingerie set.

My legs were spread open and my ankles were also cuffed. I could see the black straps trailing down to where I knew they were tied to the legs of the bed. I tried to move them and could only pull them up a couple of inches before they stopped.

"What the hell?" I whispered, wondering if I were dreaming.

Grabbing the strap in my hands I yanked hard, but the sturdy brass frame didn't give at all.

"Morning mom." Alan said from next to me.

I turned my head to the side and saw him sitting in the small arm chair that was normally next to the window, but he had pulled over to the bed. I saw he was shirtless and there was a light sheen of sweat on his face and chest.

That caused me to notice it was damn hot and it was most likely from the dozen or so candles spread around the room. Before I turned back to him, I saw both bedroom windows were closed, adding to the heat of the room.

"Alan...what are you doing?"

"Just watching some good TV." He grinned and lifting the remote turned up the sound.

"Oh, God Joe! You're fucking your mother so fucking hard! Just how I need it!"

I looked at the screen where the woman now had her arms cuffed around the post of a huge bed. She was bent over and her 'son; was standing behind her fucking her.

"This is a really good movie." Alan said, "I watched it twice while you were sleeping."

"You...you tied me up?" I asked, pulling against the bed frame again.

"I did." He nodded. "Sorry about the pill I put in your wine. I wanted to surprise you." He gave me a big smile, "You fighting me might be fun another time, but not the first time."

"Alan, what are...Oh my god."

Alan had stood up and was completely naked. Not just naked, but between his legs his cock was hard as a rock.

"Like what you see?" Alan asked, turning towards me. "I'm hard for you, mom." He shook his head, "Man it was a long night sitting here staring at your hot little body and not touching you."

I closed my eyes and told myself I'd had too much wine and was still sleeping and this was all a dream from that stupid movie. My eyes jerked open at the sensation of Alan's hand on my leg just below my knee. He began running his hand up my leg and I shuddered as it reached my upper thigh and slipped between my legs.

"Alan, don't." I said, trying to stay calm. "I...I don't know why you're doing this, but..." His fingers tickled my inner thigh and I gasped as the edge of his hand rubbed the thin strip of material covering my pussy.

I looked up to see Alan staring down at me. His brown eyes were bright and wide and his lips were parted. I noticed he was breathing heavy and could feel his fingers trembling against the smooth skin of my thigh.

His hand moved and I flinched when he put it on my stomach and began to trail it up towards my breasts.

"You're so soft." He said, "So beautiful." Seeing me looking, he smiled, "So sexy."

"Alan, please untie me."

He laughed, "Just like the movies. You going to pretend you're scared, mom? You going to try to tell me this isn't what you want?"

"Its...its not." I told him. "Honey, please. I...I have fantasies about being tied like this, but not about my son doing it."

Right on cue the woman on the screen cried, "That's it baby; suck your mommy's pussy! Make her cum for you, ohhh!"

"Then why the movie?" he asked as his fingers started teasing along the edge of the shirt, inches from my tits.

"I bought it by mistake. I..."

"And watched it by mistake? And got off to it by mistake?" Alan nodded. "Of course I can see that. You accidentally shoved that big fat toy in your pretty pussy and came to a son fucking his bad mommy."

He leaned over and placing his hand on my cheek looked into my eyes.

"Its okay mom. I...I want you to. I really do!"

My response was cut off by him gently kissing me. I didn't return the kiss, but felt an unwelcome thrill at the feeling of his lips against mine. He wasn't being rough, in fact the kiss was not just soft, but tender. He kissed me again as his fingers lightly stroked my cheek and the word loving came to mind.

"Please kiss me." He whispered, "You can pretend you don't want me to strip you and fuck you, but I want to know you want me."

"Alan." I swallowed hard when his hand slid to the side and started running through my hair. "The movie is a fantasy. People who watch it don't really want to..."

"Yes they do. You bought that other movie because you wanted to be tied down and you bought this one and got excited by it because you want me to be the one to do it."

I felt something soft wet pressing against my leg and saw his cock, his long, hard and thick cock. The head was oozing and his precum was smearing on my leg. I felt my nipples start to stiffen and told myself to stop being as sick as George said I was and stop this now.

"Alan we can't do this. I love you and I think you're a beautiful young man, but not in that way. I'm your mother, Alan; you can't do this to me. I...I can't do this with you. Please let me go."

Alan kissed my lips again and straightening up laughed, "Okay, I get it; we have to really play it out. That's fine with me!"

Walking around to the foot of the bed he pointed the remote at the TV and after shutting it off tossed the remote on the floor. Standing at the foot of the bed between my legs he looked longingly at my body and putting his hands on my ankles began speaking.

"You know they always say like father, like son, but I guess it's like mother like son."

"What are you talking about?"

"I...I've had fantasies about tying women up since I was still in high school. Tying them to a bed or a tree, cuffing them. Then teasing them, spanking them, fucking them." He shrugged. "I even got to do it a couple of times with that girl Jennifer, she really liked it." He sighed, "Too bad she moved."

"I told dad about it once and he told me if it kept up maybe I should go get help. So I never told him anything else." He pointed at me, "That's what I meant about being different from dad. He was a dud, I'm..." he gave me that smile that right now did not seem so shy, "I'm into everything."

"Well you can't be into me." I told him. You want to have a girlfriend play mommy that's fine, but..."

"You know I used to hear you talk to Aunt Kathy sometimes, tell her how dad wasn't a lot of fun in bed. Then you ended up with that dink George." He tugged on the strap holding my right ankle.

"But look at all the hot things you're into. But no one will play with you." The smile returned and as he spoke he undid the strap from my shoe and slipped it off, "My mom should get whatever she wants."

He removed my other shoe and to my surprise got on his knees and gave the sole of each of my feet a kiss. "Mom when I saw that video you were watching and then found the strap I wanted you right then."

"Alan, I...oh!"

I gasped when he took two of my toes into his mouth and began sucking them. He moaned around them and his eyes rolled back. His moan sent a disturbing shiver through my body and my breath caught when he removed them, but teased his tongue across the tips of all my toes.

"But I didn't know what to do." He began licking the toes of my other foot. "I've wanted you for a long time mom. When we're done you can come to my room and look at all the mom son videos I have! There are some real hot ones! Maybe we can play them all out!"

"Alan, honey, I...don't!"

Alan had stood up and grabbing his large cock had started rubbing it up and down the bottom of my foot. He moaned and started doing the same to the other foot. I couldn't help but notice his cock was close to the length of my foot and again noticed how thick it was. Damn he was a lot bigger than his father had been and obviously was willing to use it a lot more.

"Sorry, but I have a foot fetish." He laughed, "You have sexy feet! Remember I would rub them for you sometimes? I would be so hard! Then I would go upstairs and jerk off!"

Oh my God he had wanted me before this! I watched as he ran his huge dick along the arch of my foot and had to bite back a groan when he shoved his cock between my toes and started sliding it in and out. Alan had a look of pure lust on his face and it dawned on me that he would do anything I asked of him. Anything at all. He would not only fulfill any fantasy I had, but it seemed he had a lot of his own that could be fun seeing they revolved around me.

"Please stop." I whispered, but more to myself.

My nipples were throbbing and my pussy was warm and wet and as bad as it sounded I caught myself imagining what that big cock would feel like inside me.

"Sorry." He stepped back and I watched his cock bounce between his thighs as it slid from between my toes. "I'm being selfish and doing what I want. This is supposed to be about what my slutty mom wants."

He came back over to the side of the bed and climbing onto it, knelt with his knees next to my shoulder. I forced myself not to turn my head because if I did that gorgeous cock would be inches from my mouth. Staring at the ceiling I said, "Alan it's not a game, untie me right now. I mean it."

"Sorry mom." He shook his head. "I can't do that. See you've been a bad girl. A very bad girl and even naughtier mommy. I mean what mother wants her son to fuck her?"

"Alan..."

"You're a cock teasing slut, mom."

I swallowed hard when he put his hands on my top and began to unbutton it.

"Strutting around showing off these pretty tits and that fine ass and those fucking legs!"

He sounded firm, but his fingers were shaking as he unbuttoned the top. My heart skipped a beat each time one of the buttons gave exposing more of the flesh between my breasts. When he reached the last one I told myself to make him stop. Tell him to get the hell away from me that it was sick and twisted and he was my son and I was his mother and...the last button gave way and taking the sides of the top in his fingers, Alan opened it wide, exposing my tits.

"Oh, Mom, they're perfect." He breathed. "Just perfect."

"They're...oh, Alan, please don't do this to us, we..."

I moaned when he cupped my tits in his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. I arched my back and pulled against the straps, trying desperately to get loose and stop this before it got too far.

"I like that." Alan whispered, "I like you trying to get away."

"Honey, I...oh...oh, don't do that to me!"

I moaned when his thumbs started sliding across my swollen nipples as he continued to squeeze my tits. Alan's hands