Taking My Father’s Place
Copyright© 2025 by D.G.L
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - J.J. Wallace secretly desires his mother, Jonelle, a lonely woman neglected by her husband. While his father is away, J.J. begins gently seducing her, awakening feelings she’s long suppressed. Hesitant at first, Jonelle slowly surrenders to his tender touch and loving words. As passion blazes between them, J.J. transforms her fear into love, binding them in a forbidden relationship that defies family and morality.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Hairy Needles Size Transformation
As I said, my seduction of my mother took six months. I didn’t know it would take that long when I began, but I was aware that I needed to be careful because if I pushed too hard, I’d lose any chance I might ever have. So I proceeded slowly and cautiously, even though it was difficult, more difficult than anything I’ve ever done.
I started by giving her hugs and kisses - usually on the cheek - every chance I got. She got hugged and kissed whenever we were alone. When I first saw her in the morning, she got not only a hug, but also a “friendly” kiss on the lips. I did the same thing when I left for work every day. At first she seemed a bit tense about being kissed on the mouth, but after a few days, she was obviously looking forward to it. In addition to my morning and afternoon kisses and hugs, I began hugging her and kissing her other times during the day. I wanted her to get used to being hugged and kissed for no real reason.
As much as possible, I tried to add other ways of touching her to what I was already doing. I loved running my fingers through her hair and did that a lot. She seemed to like that almost as much as I liked doing it.
“You really like my hair, don’t you?” she murmured one day while I was combing my fingers through those silken tresses.
“You better believe I do,” I told her. “I’ve liked playing with your hair ever since you taught me to help you cut it.”
She giggled softly. “Most boys wouldn’t think that was so neat,” she said.
“If their mother was as gorgeous as you are and had pretty hair like yours they would have,” I replied. “If they didn’t, there was something wrong with them.” I bent, brushed her hair aside, and kissed her neck. I liked how the silky strands felt against my face. Mother shuddered when I did that.
“Did you like that?” I asked her.
She nodded her head. “When you do that, it makes me feel kinda tingly inside,” she said softly.
“It’s supposed to,” I told her.
She turned her head and looked at me. “But ... should ... should you ... you know ... be doin’ stuff ... stuff like that ... to ... to me?” she asked.
“I’m making you feel good, right?” I said.
She nodded.
My heart was starting to pound. Her comment told me I was getting to her in exactly the way I wanted to. “Why would it be wrong for me to make my mother feel good?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I ... I dunno,” she murmured. “I ... I was just wonderin’, you know?”
I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there again. And again I felt the little shudder run through her. “Well, don’t worry about it,” I told her after I finished nuzzling her. “I’d never, ever, do anything to hurt you.”
She looked up at me, smiled, and took my hand. “I know you won’t,” she told me.
By the end of the first month, my mother had to be the most hugged, kissed, caressed, and tickled woman in the county. And I’d started to notice that she was actually leaning into me a little when I hugged her, and it was starting to feel as if she was returning my kisses with more and more forcefulness, too.
I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning, nearly a month after I’d begun my seduction efforts, when mother, who was standing at the stove, surprised me with a question. “What’s it supposed to feel like when...?”
I turned to look at her and was surprised to see that her face was bright red. “What’s it supposed to feel like when what?” I asked.
I didn’t think it was possible for her face to get redder, but it did. “When ... when you ... when somebody ... when they do ... um ... sex?” she asked.
It wasn’t a question I expected to hear, but it certainly was a welcome one. I stood up, walked over to where she stood, and took her into my arms. “It is supposed to feel better than anything ever felt,” I told her. “It’s supposed to be the best feeling in the world.”
She pressed her face against my chest. “Did ... when you ... when you did sex with them girls at college ... did ... was it ... was it ... like that ... with ... with them?” she murmured.
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