Chapter 1

I’d gotten home a little early after school and thought I’d take advantage of the empty house. A buddy of mine had given me a porn DVD that I couldn’t wait to watch on our 52” TV with surround sound. I was sure no one was going to be home for a few hours so I flopped the movie into the DVD player, took my shirt off, loosened my pants and got comfortable on the couch.

The movie was hot. It showed this really good looking older woman doing all kinds of stuff to this young dude. It wasn’t long before I had my pants off and my dick in my hand, when all of a sudden...

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Robert?”

I jerked my head around and saw my mom standing off to the side of the couch with her hands on her hips, glaring down at me. My mouth dropped open.

“Is this what you do on MY couch when nobody’s home?”

I was in shock. I let go of my dick and reached wildly for my pants. My mother took a quick step towards me putting her foot down on my crumpled pants pinning them to the floor. She slipped her glasses down her nose and pressed me for an answer. “Well?”

My mother is a paralegal. She’s pretty stern most of the time, a little uppity and somewhat unpredictable. She’s very moody. She’s forty-one and quite beautiful really. She used to be a model. Dad made her give it up when they got married. I think she’s still a little bitter. Looming over me in the living room now, she looked a little more than just bitter.

I didn’t know what to say. I mean, really, wasn’t it obvious what I was doing? I sat there looking at her with my hands in my lap trying to hide my dick the best I could. In hind-site, I guess I should have been reaching for the remote. My mom glanced in my lap then shot a quick look at the TV. The movie was still playing. I sat there as the sound echoed around the room.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” The woman was asking the young boy on the TV. My mother whipped her head back around to me with a nasty look.

“Nice movie.” She said sarcastically.

To my horror, she spotted the DVD case lying beside me on the couch. She reached over, picked it up, and looked at it disapprovingly.

“Well, isn’t this sweet...” More sarcasm.

She studied the cover and read the title, out loud.

“A Mother’s Seduction”.

I felt the last of my boner disappear. If my dick had had legs, I’m sure he would have taken off and left me on the couch alone to deal with this.

“A ... Moth ... er’s Se ... duc ... tion...” She repeated, emphasizing each syllable. She turned back to the television screen in time to see this woman, about mother’s age —early fourties—, swallowing the boy’s cock. And I mean SWALLOWING!

She looked back at me again harshly. I wanted to die. I reached for the remote to turn the TV off but my mother stopped me:

“What do you think you’re doing?” She growled at me.

I was a little confused by the question.

“I’m ... I’m turning it off.”

“Did I tell you to turn it off?” She barks.

“Well no, but I thought...”

“You thought! You thought WHAT Robert?”

I assumed it was rhetorical.

“You thought you’d sit in MY living room naked and jerk off on My couch, right?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I mean ... Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought, but I figured this was no time to be a smart-ass.

“I don’t think you ‘thought’ at all...” She went on, “Suppose I had walked into this living room with a friend or, God forbid, someone I worked with?”

She stood silent, waiting for an answer. Before I could say anything the boy’s voice on TV filled the living room, “Let me fuck you now, Mom.”

Mom turned her attention to the TV screen. “Mom?” She questioned the TV.

The older woman was bending over the arm of the couch and “The boy” was stepping up behind her. We both watched as she reached back and guided his hard dick into her pussy.

My mother stood wide eyed for a few seconds then glared back at me.

“What kind of perverted movies do you watch?” She asked coldly.

She took another look at the DVD cover in her hand then turned it over and began to read the back ... Out loud.

“‘A Mother’s Seduction’. The steamy story of a lonely frustrated Mother and her hidden desire, and the son who is determined to break down her defenses and take advantage of her weaknesses.”

I sat there, waiting for the hammer to drop. I was thoroughly embarrassed and terrified at the same time. She looked down at me from the DVD case coldly, then let her eyes drift to the TV.

The “Son” was working his hard dick in and out of his “Mother” from behind. The “Mother” was begging him to do it harder. Although, had he done it any harder, he would have drove his “Mother” into the next room.

“This is the kind of stuff you like to watch?” She asks; a kind of loathing dripping off each word; her eyes never leaving the TV screen. I didn’t dare answer.

“This is the kind of shit that excites you Robert; a mother that lets her son do that to her?” She went on. “That’s sick Robert. I suppose I’ll need to make you an appointment with Dr. Washburn.” —Her psychiatrist— She says disappointedly; her eyes never leaving the television once as she belittled me.

I was speechless. I felt like some kind of pervert; like I’d been caught peeking into one of the neighbors bedroom windows late at night. I could just picture her telling my Dad and all three of us sitting in therapy for the next ten years. I just sat there naked with my hands in my lap. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get another hard-on again.

She turned to me and gave me a long hard look. “ Well...” She scrutinized, “ ... You must be in pervert heaven, huh?” She says, totally catching me off guard.

She read my face and continued, “I mean after all, here you are, jerking off to an Incest movie and your MOM walks in and catches you. No doubt that scenario has been played out somewhere in the beginning of this dreadful movie?”

She glanced back at the TV screen. The “Son” was sitting on the couch, his “Mom” now kneeling in front of him, between his legs. “Jerk off for me sweetie.” She says. “I want to watch you cum.” She adds as she licks her lips.

“Oh, lookie there. He’s jerking off for his Mommy, Robert.” She spoke with such contempt as she watched. “How appropriate, don’t you think? I suppose you would like to do that as well.” She mocked.

Mom stood there with the DVD case in her hand and her foot planted firmly on my pants pinning them to the floor, watching, until the “Son” shot his load.

I heard mom, “Oh!” as the kid shot a huge load into the air in front of his ‘Mother’. Before the boy was finished, the ‘Mom’ lunged forward with her mouth open and caught some of the boy’s cum in her mouth and on her lips.

“I can’t believe ... people do stuff like that.” She said softly.

I’m not sure why but I thought about my dad. I pictured my mom, in curlers and face cream, laying on her back in her bed with her robe open and her legs reluctantly spread; a stopwatch in one hand and a club in the other.

“Go-a-head...” She tells my poor Dad. “ ... You have three minutes.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or herself.

She stood there and watched as the “Mother” licked the boy’s cock clean.

I watched my Mom as she stood there watching. I didn’t think I could feel any more uncomfortable. That is until my mom turned and looked at me.

“Well, ga-head Robert.” She says as she glances into my lap.

I thought that was my cue to grab my pants and run to my room; perhaps to hang myself or at the very least, cut my balls off. But as I reached down towards my pants my Mom tells me, “No.”

“You’re not getting off that easy.” She says as she grabs the remote and fast forwards the movie to the next sex scene. When she stops the movie, The “Mom” is giving her “son” a hand job behind some boxes in the garage.

“We have to make this fast...” She whispers to her son, “ ... before your dad comes out here, and catches us.”

“There ya go.” My Mom says and stands there looking at me.

“What?”

“Well, go ahead.”

“Go ahead and what?”

“Go ahead and jerk off...”

I felt my mouth drop open and I’d stopped breathing.

“I thought that’s what you wanted to do. That’s what it looked like when I came in here.” She said to me, and then just stood there looking at me.

Well ... I was dumbfounded. I just stared up at her, covering my shriveled dick with my hands as best I could, which was kind of pointless considering my dick and balls had high-tailed it up into my stomach someplace, and waiting for all this to end; hoping for something as simple as an earthquake, praying a meteor would slam into the earth; with any luck ... maybe I would just die right there on the couch from a heart attack, leaving my mother to explain the circumstances to the authorities. The heart attack would be my choice out of the three ... Less mess and carnage to clean up. I’m considerate that way.

“What’s the problem Robert?” She asked; still a hint of bitch in her voice. “I thought this was the kinda stuff you liked.” She said as she nodded her head towards the TV.

“God Mom!” The boy says; filling the living room with his trembling voice. The mom looks back over her shoulder at the kitchen door to make sure they’re still alone. Then she turns and gives her ‘son’s’ cock her full attention.

I couldn’t respond.

“I just figured since you liked jerking off to this kind of stuff, that you’d like it even more with your MOM watching. So, ga-head.”

I’m confused. I can’t tell if she really wants me to or if she’s just trying to make me as uncomfortable as she can. I’m thinking the latter although she couldn’t have made me feel any more uncomfortable if she invited grandma, my school football team, and Pastor DeFayo to come watch.

“What? Not ‘dark’ enough for you? Not wrong enough Robert?” She asks me.

There’s something in her voice that makes me think she’s really enjoying this whole thing way too much. I’m not sure if it’s the power she’s weilding or the heavy dose of humiliation she’s dishing out. I suppose it’s like Peanut butter & Jelly ... They’re better together.

So ... I’m sitting there staring up at her like an idiot. Deer in the headlights.

“Well? ... Ga-head, I’m waiting!” She nods her head towards my lap.

I’m frozen. I’m afraid to move and I’m afraid to say anything. I’m thinking this must be a trick, some kind of ‘Test’ or something. You know, to find out just how much therapy I’ll really need.

She turns her attention back to the TV briefly. The “Mom” is stroking her son’s dick faster now. “Tell me when you’re gunna cum Honey...” She says to her son. “ ... You can cum in my mouth so there’s no mess.” She smiles up at her son.

“Wow! Look at that...” Mom says; still no shortage of sarcasm. I still feel like I’m sitting in the display window at Macy’s trying to pick lint out of my asshole with my elbow.

She looks down into my lap again. “We don’t have all night here.” She tells me as she looks at her watch. I’m starting to think she’s serious.

“Your Father will be home pretty soon.”

“Mom?”

“What?” She says nonchalantly; almost joyfully.

I’m still not sure what to say. I’m wishing this will all just go away.

Once, a long time ago, I got myself lost in the Mall. I was four I think. I walked around crying for what seemed like hours. I thought I’d never see my home again. It was the worst day of my life ... I now wished for that day.

“What’s the matter? Are you having a problem? Don’t tell me you can’t get it up with your MOM standing here?”

My eyes almost popped out of my head. Did she just say that? I’ve never heard my mother talk like this and I never expected to.

Truth be known ... I DO like these kinds of movies... “Forbidden sex” and all that. And I HAVE jerked off thinking about my Mom. My Mom is a very good looking woman, hot, with a kick-ass body. All my friends give me shit about it:

“Can you fix me up with your Mom?”

“Do you have any pictures of your Mom naked?”

“Do you have any of your Mom’s underwear we can have?” Shit like that.

I’ve dreamed about situations that have led to just such a thing, but they never went quite like this. And when I didn’t think it could get any worse.

“Move your hands Robert. I can’t see.” She says with a tiny smirk on the corner of her full lips. More humiliation. She was having fun.

“Mom, I...”

“I said MOVE YOUR HANDS!” The stern authority was heavy in her voice. “Now!” She demanded

I slowly, reluctantly, did what I was told to do. I slid my hands away to reveal my sorry, lifeless dick. I remember thinking this would be a pretty good time for a 747 to fall on the house.

My mother’s eyes were focused between my legs.

“Huh, I don’t understand...” She teased. “I thought you liked this. You certainly looked like you were enjoying it when I walked in” She says. “Do we need to go in the garage or something? Get down behind some boxes? Or maybe out on the front porch so everyone can watch? I suppose you’re into that too.”