Chapter 7

All to soon our summer leasure break at Camp Eden came to a close but not before leaving us with a wealth of memorable depraved activities from which mother and I could draw from in privacy together.

The porn postcards that Margo had chosen were very revealing in what she found appealing - a range of male and female bondage; some severly wicked; yet sexually intoxicating; and I wondered how far Margo would consider participating in any of them?

Even at fourteen I’d lusted for my mother and although I found myself draffted into a marraige with a cheap trollop, I would always take up the chance of staying-over at mothers whenever I could.

She would always welcome me with a hug and a kiss that suggested there could be more between us than the normal love of a mother; yet crossing that sacred wall of taboo behaviour held me back, even when mother pushed me to the limit by moving arround me in her bra and panties with an air of indifference.

Then, eventually, I discovered my wife had been getting fucked regular by her old boyfriend! I was incadecent with fury; that her so-called boyfriend was infact, a married man! And it was likely he’d even fathered the baby that I had been held responsible for!

Anyway, the trollope was now unable to prevent me from leaving permantly; because deep down I needed the love of my mother...

Although I shared my experience of the camp’s home movies, I was careful not to include the boy having his nuts caned by mommy; that was one activity I didn’t want taken up during our role-plays! But Margo and Jasinda had been very chatty together at Eden and whenever they broke into conspirital giggles, I felt nervious over what they were sharing together? And I had good reason, becase unknown to me, this is what Margo was sharing with her new friend ... while I was just out of earshot!”

“Well Jasinder, I was a sad and lonely mother, who had lost her son to some young trollop! And although I held a good job; was attractive with a slim figure, I concealed it; not wishing to attract another man. James had been my pride and joy; untill I lost him to that trollop he’d suddenly married!”

“Go on Margo; What happened next?” said Jasinder excited.

“Well, I was prepared to bide my time; I felt he would come back to me. - So my life was moving along okay when one day I returned to my empty home after a very hot day at the office. My clothes still felt tacky on me and I was aching for a shower.

Entering my kitchen I slip off my heels and discard my pencil skirt, then drinking a glass of chilled water, I shed my blouse. Then going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone’s presence! ... Cautiously, I peered in. I’m shocked, for there lying on my bed, in only his vest is ... James!

At first I thought he looked in pain?

In one hand he held my panties while with the other he held a very large cock and he was masturbating!

I was stunned, stood there in bra and panties, my mind struggled with the facts; James was on my bed; holding my panties; masturbating over me! ... my pulse ran riot! ... I was so turned on Jasinder!”

“Jezz thats so hot Margo!”

“Then he saw me. His expression took on shock; and then resentment!”

“Mother ... how could you ... spying on me ... like this?” he accused bitterly.

Maternal empathy drew me to him as I sat on the bed beside him to explain. “James no, please! You mustn’t think I was spying!” I’ve just this moment come in and about to have a shower!

Stroking his head, I crooned, “James! I had no idea you were home ... how could I darling?”

Suddenly calling him ‘darling’ seemed complicated, realising the light he now saw me in.