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As I sat on the patio my thoughts were s**ttered in many directions. A warm summer breeze lifts my hair and delicately raises my skirt as it sheers past. I peered down at my tanned smooth thighs knowing they are once again taunting,... and well.
It's now been two years since our canoe trip following my discovery of Michaels peculiar attention. I wanted to allow him time to mature which provided me plenty of time to seduce his mind. This certainly isn't something that one can just initiate but instead, requires time to indoctrinate him into the concept of alternative pleasures.
Identifying his attraction towards me was at first concerning,... but soon became more intriguing... and within minutes... has been ongoing.
There have been many opportunities for me to taunt his mind with subtle hints and motherly smiles.
When I learned he was not only lusting my legs, but my cleavage seemed to interest him as well... I began displaying lower cut blouses and sometimes,... without a bra.
It aroused me terribly to observe him peeking down my blouse when bent over to pick something up.
Reaching across the table became a routine when wearing a particular blouse,... seeing his eyes widen sent tingles throughout my body. I spent those two years buying sexier shorts and maintaining a tan through those calendar years.
Michael was clearly admiring my mature yet shapely figure while I contemplated my next move.
One afternoon he was sitting in the den watching television. It occurred to me that if I sat at his feet, he could capture a view,... right down my blouse. As I looked at him from afar my mind was set. I gathered myself and took a deep breath,... and walked past him and gave him a soft smile.
I entered our bedroom, and stood in front of the mirror. I adjusted my blouse, pulling it forward,... my cleavage more prevalent. My heart rate was increasing. I placed both of my hands on the dresser... and gave it some thought. ' How will I do this ? '
Knowing he would peek,... I had to think of a way. I wanted Michael to get a real view of my chest,... yet innocently so. Then it hit me,...
I reached for my hairbrush, and placed it on the dresser. As I looked at myself in the mirror,... I removed my bra and lay it on the dresser. My nipples were already hardened,... further so by my thoughts and the light brushing of the material against my flesh. I adjusted my blouse once more,... my heart racing.
' I'm gonna do this '... I said to myself.
' Let him look ' I said,... as I brushed my hair.
Before I walked out of the bedroom I swept up my baby oil from the dresser top, and giggled inside.
' Think I'll oil my legs,...while he's enjoying the view ',... I thought,... as I trembled from within.
As I walked down that hallway,... my palms were sweaty,... but my legs were strutting with confidence.
As I walked his direction his eyes focused immediately on my thighs... poking from under my sexy white shorts.
My tanned flesh catches his forbidden stares like a magnet. I slowed my pace as I neared and plopped down at his feet ever so casually.
' Will you brush my hair Michael ? '... I asked... in a very soft voice.
I could hear him adjust in his seat as he leaned forward,... my sweaty palms,.... hidden, pressed to the floor.
I nestled myself against the sofa as my heart was beating out of my chest.
My legs were bent, my thighs now being inspected, from over my shoulder. My white shorts are clung to my body well,... stretched firmly by my shapely tanned legs. I parted them slightly, just enough to drive his thoughts in my direction... and I waited.
As he brushed my hair his soft chatter faded,... his breathing seemed a bit more audible. My nipples were poking through my blouse,...almost throbbing in joy. When I felt him pause in his stroke,... I knew he was distracted. As he brushed the back of my hair I lowered my head so that I could examine just what kind of view he was actually receiving. I knew that the angle was perfect, but oh my,... my cleavage was quite obvious.
' Hows your room Michael?,..... your father will be home and soon'... I asked.
His rhythm slowed as he brushed my hair. The heat from his breath warming my left shoulder as he gazed down my blouse. My cleavage was unforgiving and stood proudly, nipples hard,... drawing him in. His silence tells me many things,... and my earlier question,... still unanswered.
I rolled my head back and forth as he switched sides, brushing so slowly,... his breathing becoming more rapid. My fingers were gripping the carpet, knowing Michael was seeing my bare breasts,... maybe, for the first time.
I closed my eyes while my mind was racing. I reached for my baby oil,... and began dropping oil from the bottle,... and watching it drip down my thighs. A soft sigh,... was heard in my right ear... then quickly covered by a fast unrelated question that followed. I knew he was terribly aroused... and so was I.
' We should do something different this summer Michael ' ... I said in a soft voice, as I caressed the oil into my thighs,... with a long seductive stroke with my hand. His response was weakened yet audible. I could feel his hands carefully caressing my neck as he gathered my hair. I was melting under his touch,... my legs slightly trembling as I shinned them well with oils.
My actions were intentional and paying off dearly. A change in the atmosphere was felt. Michael senses are being tested and his willingness was being exploited. Every motherly fiber is being tested and pushed to the limit, without regards to the possibility of failure. My actions are becoming more direct yet my comments are innocent of intention. My body tingles recognizing that Michael isn't in retreat,...but is absorbing whatever I am bold enough to display.
I sat for 15 minutes,... while he brushed away,... peering at my breasts from behind me,... my pussy, soaked*
There have been many taunting occurrences created to arouse both he and I into a forbidden frenzy of sorts...
yet I have made no mention of anything taboo in speaking. My plan is to allow HIM to discover the possibilities of something rather unspoken, assisting him in his need for pleasure. I am well aware that he will be searching for a few more years, before he secures one to explore his need for the pleasures of sex. Recognizing his taboo attraction only fuels me further to shorten his tenure of frustration.
This two year path of seduction has been a fruitful tree. I've spent that time creating new ways to seduce his mind, visually. My morals have been altered causing my intentions to become more lucid. I know that I'm no longer evaluating,... but indoctrinating. I could make excuses for the first canoe trip in my denim shorts, but now two years later my moral concerns,... have vanished.
I have masturbated quietly on many occasions just thinking about my endeavors while absorbing his lustful non resistant reactions. My initial idea has now molded into an obsession for me... clearly stepping above and beyond a mothers duties... with no regret.
I'm fascinated by his ability to separate himself from the relationship we have, to suffice his sexual needs.
I too are amazed at the length of time I have been considering this journey regardless of the sacrifice I have made already. Most mothers would correct a past 'slip on the ice' yet I have continued on a direct path of seduction,... unwavering at that.
His positive reactions are equally responsible for my participation, leading to this point.
One summer day we were climbing to the top of the water slide a local amusement park. My ass so exposed from my bikini,... yes bikini,... as I climbed the stairs,... Michael following behind. It was difficult to remain innocent while swaying my hips as we climbed... but I did. It was equally arousing to notice the woman following observed Michaels wandering eyes towards his mother ass... I just kept looking forward,... acting unaware.
When we got into the rubber craft I sat in the rear... Michael in front of me. Before we dropped he was seeking a place to rest his hands,...and the slide operator was timid in recommending he grasp my calves to brace himself. I placed Michaels hands on my legs,... ' Hold on ' I yelled,... the ride operator didn't blink.
When Michaels hands grasped my calves his hands landed on my knees.
Throughout the ride I squeezed his head between my thighs several times,... without judgement.
Feeling his head between my legs was so sensational,... his wet hands gripping my legs.
We rode many times after that,.... many *... he begged me.
On the ride home he was enjoying a sugar covered 'elephant ear' as snack in the car. He offered me a portion as I drove, dropping brown sugar on my legs. When I finished I bent my right leg and licked the sugar from my leg,... as I drove... with one long lick.
The look on his face was priceless...
There have been many incidents that have led us to where we are today. I will be writing of those so that you are aware of the speed and effort that was required to entice Michael,... and myself even more.
More to follow/ CarrieAnn
It's now been two years since our canoe trip following my discovery of Michaels peculiar attention. I wanted to allow him time to mature which provided me plenty of time to seduce his mind. This certainly isn't something that one can just initiate but instead, requires time to indoctrinate him into the concept of alternative pleasures.
Identifying his attraction towards me was at first concerning,... but soon became more intriguing... and within minutes... has been ongoing.
There have been many opportunities for me to taunt his mind with subtle hints and motherly smiles.
When I learned he was not only lusting my legs, but my cleavage seemed to interest him as well... I began displaying lower cut blouses and sometimes,... without a bra.
It aroused me terribly to observe him peeking down my blouse when bent over to pick something up.
Reaching across the table became a routine when wearing a particular blouse,... seeing his eyes widen sent tingles throughout my body. I spent those two years buying sexier shorts and maintaining a tan through those calendar years.
Michael was clearly admiring my mature yet shapely figure while I contemplated my next move.
One afternoon he was sitting in the den watching television. It occurred to me that if I sat at his feet, he could capture a view,... right down my blouse. As I looked at him from afar my mind was set. I gathered myself and took a deep breath,... and walked past him and gave him a soft smile.
I entered our bedroom, and stood in front of the mirror. I adjusted my blouse, pulling it forward,... my cleavage more prevalent. My heart rate was increasing. I placed both of my hands on the dresser... and gave it some thought. ' How will I do this ? '
Knowing he would peek,... I had to think of a way. I wanted Michael to get a real view of my chest,... yet innocently so. Then it hit me,...
I reached for my hairbrush, and placed it on the dresser. As I looked at myself in the mirror,... I removed my bra and lay it on the dresser. My nipples were already hardened,... further so by my thoughts and the light brushing of the material against my flesh. I adjusted my blouse once more,... my heart racing.
' I'm gonna do this '... I said to myself.
' Let him look ' I said,... as I brushed my hair.
Before I walked out of the bedroom I swept up my baby oil from the dresser top, and giggled inside.
' Think I'll oil my legs,...while he's enjoying the view ',... I thought,... as I trembled from within.
As I walked down that hallway,... my palms were sweaty,... but my legs were strutting with confidence.
As I walked his direction his eyes focused immediately on my thighs... poking from under my sexy white shorts.
My tanned flesh catches his forbidden stares like a magnet. I slowed my pace as I neared and plopped down at his feet ever so casually.
' Will you brush my hair Michael ? '... I asked... in a very soft voice.
I could hear him adjust in his seat as he leaned forward,... my sweaty palms,.... hidden, pressed to the floor.
I nestled myself against the sofa as my heart was beating out of my chest.
My legs were bent, my thighs now being inspected, from over my shoulder. My white shorts are clung to my body well,... stretched firmly by my shapely tanned legs. I parted them slightly, just enough to drive his thoughts in my direction... and I waited.
As he brushed my hair his soft chatter faded,... his breathing seemed a bit more audible. My nipples were poking through my blouse,...almost throbbing in joy. When I felt him pause in his stroke,... I knew he was distracted. As he brushed the back of my hair I lowered my head so that I could examine just what kind of view he was actually receiving. I knew that the angle was perfect, but oh my,... my cleavage was quite obvious.
' Hows your room Michael?,..... your father will be home and soon'... I asked.
His rhythm slowed as he brushed my hair. The heat from his breath warming my left shoulder as he gazed down my blouse. My cleavage was unforgiving and stood proudly, nipples hard,... drawing him in. His silence tells me many things,... and my earlier question,... still unanswered.
I rolled my head back and forth as he switched sides, brushing so slowly,... his breathing becoming more rapid. My fingers were gripping the carpet, knowing Michael was seeing my bare breasts,... maybe, for the first time.
I closed my eyes while my mind was racing. I reached for my baby oil,... and began dropping oil from the bottle,... and watching it drip down my thighs. A soft sigh,... was heard in my right ear... then quickly covered by a fast unrelated question that followed. I knew he was terribly aroused... and so was I.
' We should do something different this summer Michael ' ... I said in a soft voice, as I caressed the oil into my thighs,... with a long seductive stroke with my hand. His response was weakened yet audible. I could feel his hands carefully caressing my neck as he gathered my hair. I was melting under his touch,... my legs slightly trembling as I shinned them well with oils.
My actions were intentional and paying off dearly. A change in the atmosphere was felt. Michael senses are being tested and his willingness was being exploited. Every motherly fiber is being tested and pushed to the limit, without regards to the possibility of failure. My actions are becoming more direct yet my comments are innocent of intention. My body tingles recognizing that Michael isn't in retreat,...but is absorbing whatever I am bold enough to display.
I sat for 15 minutes,... while he brushed away,... peering at my breasts from behind me,... my pussy, soaked*
There have been many taunting occurrences created to arouse both he and I into a forbidden frenzy of sorts...
yet I have made no mention of anything taboo in speaking. My plan is to allow HIM to discover the possibilities of something rather unspoken, assisting him in his need for pleasure. I am well aware that he will be searching for a few more years, before he secures one to explore his need for the pleasures of sex. Recognizing his taboo attraction only fuels me further to shorten his tenure of frustration.
This two year path of seduction has been a fruitful tree. I've spent that time creating new ways to seduce his mind, visually. My morals have been altered causing my intentions to become more lucid. I know that I'm no longer evaluating,... but indoctrinating. I could make excuses for the first canoe trip in my denim shorts, but now two years later my moral concerns,... have vanished.
I have masturbated quietly on many occasions just thinking about my endeavors while absorbing his lustful non resistant reactions. My initial idea has now molded into an obsession for me... clearly stepping above and beyond a mothers duties... with no regret.
I'm fascinated by his ability to separate himself from the relationship we have, to suffice his sexual needs.
I too are amazed at the length of time I have been considering this journey regardless of the sacrifice I have made already. Most mothers would correct a past 'slip on the ice' yet I have continued on a direct path of seduction,... unwavering at that.
His positive reactions are equally responsible for my participation, leading to this point.
One summer day we were climbing to the top of the water slide a local amusement park. My ass so exposed from my bikini,... yes bikini,... as I climbed the stairs,... Michael following behind. It was difficult to remain innocent while swaying my hips as we climbed... but I did. It was equally arousing to notice the woman following observed Michaels wandering eyes towards his mother ass... I just kept looking forward,... acting unaware.
When we got into the rubber craft I sat in the rear... Michael in front of me. Before we dropped he was seeking a place to rest his hands,...and the slide operator was timid in recommending he grasp my calves to brace himself. I placed Michaels hands on my legs,... ' Hold on ' I yelled,... the ride operator didn't blink.
When Michaels hands grasped my calves his hands landed on my knees.
Throughout the ride I squeezed his head between my thighs several times,... without judgement.
Feeling his head between my legs was so sensational,... his wet hands gripping my legs.
We rode many times after that,.... many *... he begged me.
On the ride home he was enjoying a sugar covered 'elephant ear' as snack in the car. He offered me a portion as I drove, dropping brown sugar on my legs. When I finished I bent my right leg and licked the sugar from my leg,... as I drove... with one long lick.
The look on his face was priceless...
There have been many incidents that have led us to where we are today. I will be writing of those so that you are aware of the speed and effort that was required to entice Michael,... and myself even more.
More to follow/ CarrieAnn
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