Andersonville 23 A Twinkle in her Father s Eyes
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Michele hardly spoke to her son for the next three weeks. She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent. As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him.
"God! What about if he brags about it at school!!!" she said to herself, worried almost sick.
But she couldn't control her desires or her fantasies. She masturbated with her vibrator at least once a day and sometimes more often. She had kept the semen stained blouse and she held it to her face when she masturbated and she couldn't help but imagine that it was her son thrusting into her with that rampant weapon of his rather than the cold plastic vibrator.
They hardly ever touched each other and she tried not to be alone with him. If he came into a room she left it.
Whenever David tried to bring up what had happened she cut him off.
"It was a mistake ... nothing bad happened ... and it will never happen again in any case," she said.
"I don't want to talk about it David!" was all she had to say on the matter.
It was during this period that David installed the wireless video camera in his mother's bedroom. He did it one day while she was at work; hiding it between the piles of blankets stacked on the top of her wardrobe; the lens barely visible.
He had purchased the camera online and it was tiny; about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick. He could activate it remotely from his cell phone or from his computer. The camera also had a motion detector in the lens and would sit idle unless the motion detector detected a presence in the room when it would activate after a three minute delay. When he programmed the camera David figured that's about how long it would take for his mother to begin undressing once she entered her bedroom.
Most of the time it recorded useless dark blurry images but sometimes he was rewarded with a strip show and occasionally his mother masturbated with the light on using the vibrator he knew she kept in her knicker drawer. When she masturbated with the light on she would look at pictures of young men in a magazine or put the satin blouse he had ejaculated into next to her face.
David felt unloved and betrayed. His mother seldom talked to him and avoided touching him. And he wanted her so bad. He plotted and schemed and eventually he came up with a plan. He put it into action one evening when she came home from work.
When she came home Michele could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and slumped exhausted on the couch. David sat down beside her and he saw her flinch. She pulled down the hem of her skirt covering her thighs.
"Mom we can't keep going on like this."
"I want to talk to you before we have dinner," David said.
"You made dinner for us?" Michele smiled wanly at her son.
"Yes; your favourite; now I want to tell something but I don't want you to get mad," he replied.
"David I can't promise that; I don't know what you are going to say do I?" Michele said, frowning.
"You know what I mean; I want you to let me finish what I'm going to say before you get mad," David answered.
"I don't like the sound of this but go on," Michele said resignedly
"I know you don't want to talk about what we did but you have to listen to me," David said.
"David I..."
"Shut up and listen Mom!"
David had never raised his voice to his mother like this before and she was quite shocked.
"I've been to see the school counsellor."
Michele paled visibly.
"Don't worry, I haven't told him what happened between us; but I'm going to unless you start acting more loving towards me. You can't go on ignoring me and not touching me; it's torture!"
"David I just don't want to get you; how did you put it? 'Tense.'" Michele replied.
"Well it's like this Mom; if you don't start behaving better I'm going to tell the school counsellor that you masturbated me; that I was an unwilling participant but because you were my mother I didn't stop you."
"It won't make any difference what you say to defend yourself or if you deny it; you know how society feels about sex with minors. Even if they believe that I was willing, you will still be judged to be guilty of incest with a minor and they might even tell the police," David said, callously.
Michele was visibly shaken; her worst fear had come true.
"David how can you be so cold!" she hissed.
"No mother; how can you be so cold!" he spat back.
"So here's the deal; you get that yummy arse of yours upstairs and get undressed and lie on the bed; then I'm coming up to massage you; and then we're having dinner. The massage will be a repayment for the one you gave me," David grinned.
"Here's the deal young man; if you ever refer to my backside that way again I'll smack you across the mouth; and I'm not doing anything like what you ask. Don't be ridiculous David; I'm your mother!" Michele snapped back, quite enraged.
"Ok Mom; wait a minute then; I have my counsellor's mobile number here in my cell-phone. She said I can call her any time I need to if I get any harmful feelings about myself. I feel the need to unburden myself," David smiled wickedly.
Michele slapped the cell-phone from her son's hand.
"Ok you little shit! It's tit for tat then! You can give me a back rub but I won't be naked; I'll take off my blouse and skirt but I'll have a towel over me," she said resignedly.
"And your knickers," David whispered.
"No David," Michele insisted.
David picked up his cell-phone and began to play with the buttons.
"Ok! Ok! Ok! I'll take off my knickers but the towel stays on!" Michele said.
"Ok mommy; I'll see you in five then," David smiled.
"You are a manipulative little bastard David. I'll never forgive you for this," Michele said, a single tear running down her face.
Alone in her bedroom Michele stripped off her blouse and skirt. She shimmied out of her panties but she kept on her white satin half-slip, her lacy red brassiere and her black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing 'totally-nude' pantyhose that were almost transparent and they clung to Michele's buttocks and pubis like a second skin. She wished she had time to change into some control-tops so that she would be more protected but she could hear David's footsteps on the stairs. She grabbed a large bath towel and lay down on the bed, arranged her half-slip over her thighs and covered her buttocks with the towel.
David came into his mother's bedroom full of anticipation and he was a little disappointed to see that his mother was still wearing a slip and a bra.
"You're not naked!" he said disappointedly.
"No David; the deal was blouse, skirt and knickers. You never stipulated slip, brassiere, stockings or shoes!" Michele said triumphantly.
"You tricked me!" he whined.
"Said the blackmailer to his victim; now stop whinging before I change my mind," Michele said exasperatedly.
David kicked off his shoes and socks and then unbuckled his belt.
"What the hell are you doing David?" Michele hissed.
"Oh don't worry I'm leaving my undies and shirt on mom; you never stipulated I had to be fully dressed!" David snapped back.
"Oh just get it over with!" Michele said resignedly, and buried her face in the pillow.
Michele felt her son climb on the bed and then he straddled her body. It was immediately apparent that he had an erection; she could feel it on her buttocks even through the towel. David began to stroke his mother's back. Her skin was fair with a scattering of freckles. She had a few wrinkles as would be expected for a woman of her age and a little roll of fat around her waist.
Michele had to admit that it was quite soothing having her back rubbed; she was exhausted from work and emotionally drained from arguing with her son. David was massaging her shoulders and the top of her arms and despite the lump she could feel on her bum, he was behaving himself. Michele relaxed a little and began to enjoy the massage.
"You're not half-bad at this David," she mumbled, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
"Glad you like it mom," David smiled to himself.
He took his time working on his mother's shoulders and arms and then down her back. By the time he got to her waist Michele was almost snoozing. Then she felt him scrunch down her body so that he straddling her legs.
"David!" she warned.
"Its ok mom I just needed to move down a bit so that I can get to your lower back."
Michele could now feel her son's erection against her leg; as he kneaded her lower back Michele could feel him pressing it against her thighs.
"David! What are you doing?"
"I'm massaging you mom; just relax!"
Michele felt reasonably safe; her buttocks and her sex were covered with her hose, slip and a towel, its not as if he was actually touching her anywhere inappropriate and he still had his underwear on. She let him continue and began to doze again after a few minutes.
David waited until he heard his mother's breathing become deep and regular and then he pulled his cock out the front of Y-fronts. He had deliberately worn Y-fronts with this intent. His mother was unaware that her son was sliding his uncovered cock up and down her silken sheathed thigh. He looked down and saw the little silver trail of pre-seminal fluid on his mother's gossamer thin pantyhose.
David was totally inflamed with lust; the feeling of his engorged member on his mother's nylon-clad thigh was exceedingly more arousing than the feelings he had experienced when she had wanked him. His cock was actually touching her body! He was dry-humping his mother without her even knowing! It was such a turn on that he was afraid he would come at any second.
He would have to execute the next part of his plan soon.
"MMMmmm," Michele purred.
"That's quite good David; if you behave yourself I might let you do this again."
"What are you up to now?" Michele asked when she felt David begin to move.
Quickly David tore the towel off his mother's buttocks and spun around so that he was sitting on her buttocks facing her feet. Michele began to struggle violently and she kicked her feet in an effort to dislodge him. David laughed; she had no chance, he was far too strong.
"David! David! Stop this at once!" she pleaded.
David ignored her and rode her like a bronco; his cock fitted nicely in the crease of her buttocks and her satin slip felt wonderful against his sensitive organ; he was glad she had left it on. Michele could feel David's penis in the crevice of her buttocks and she soon figured out that her struggling was only providing him with further stimulation. She lay still.
"David; I'm going to make you regret this later you little bustard!" She reproached him.
David didn't care.
"Oh don't be silly mom; I just want to massage your legs," he chuckled.
"That wasn't part of the deal!"
Michele felt ridiculous; pinned to her own bed with her son sitting on her arse to hold her down.
David leant forward and slid his hands along his mother's legs; her nylons hissed in the quiet room and his cock, trapped between his mother's buttocks, began to throb. David stroked his mother's nylon-sheathed legs, rubbing his hands from her ankles all the way up to just above her knees. Michele had to admit that it was soothing and a little arousing; despite her predicament she could feel herself becoming moist. She wished she had kept her knickers on; it would not take long for her to soak the gusset of her gossamer-thin hose.
She could tell that David was deliberately pushing his erection into the crevice of her bum; at least she still had two layers of fabric between his throbbing organ and her privates. If it was anyone other than her son doing it she would have to say that it felt quite sexy; but it was her son and it was wrong. But if she was honest with herself she would have to admit that it felt extremely sexy regardless.
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