Chapter 2: Seducing Robby

That night during dinner Robby continued to stare at my tits, and my nipples remained so hard they hurt! At one point he looked up at me and knew I’d caught him staring at my breasts. His cheeks instantly turned red, and I felt a gush of excitement washing over my body, the familiar tingling in my cunt again.

“Robby...” I began.

“Yeah, Mom?” he said.

“How’s that class in Sex Ed coming?” I asked. “What do you talk about?”

“Just stuff,” he blushed. My son is adorable, but painfully shy, which he obviously got from me. His gorgeous blue eyes were sparkling, and I wondered if his cock was growing hard again.

“Like what, honey? Do you talk about masturbation?” I asked softly.

“Geez, Mother. This is embarrassing to talk about with you,” he exclaimed, squirming.

“Honey,” I began, getting up, moving over next to his chair. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is a wonderful thing, baby. The best thing in the world. And I know it’s natural for a young boy your age to begin masturbating. There’s nothing wrong with it, Robby. If you DIDN’T do it I’d worry. You do, don’t you, honey,” I said, hugging his head to my stomach, my tits resting on his head.

“Mother...” he protested.

“It’s okay, baby. I know. I know you do it. I ... I found them,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest, nipples rock hard. I was so wet I wondered if Robby could smell my essence, and rather hoped he could.

“You found what, Mother?” he whispered, turning to look up at me, my tits directly in front of his face now.

“My panties, honey. I found my panties. Under your bed.”

“Oh geez!” he groaned, redness flooding his face again. “I ... I...”

“Hush, baby. I said it’s okay, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but...”

“Robby...”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Did ... did you ... did you smell them, honey? When you were playing with yourself?”

“Geez, Mother!” he exclaimed, flush.

“Tell me, baby. Did you sniff Mother’s panties while you played with ... with your cock?”

“MOTHER!” he gasped.

I knelt down next to him then, my hands on his knees, stealing a quick glance at his crotch. As I suspected, he was hard. I could see it, the outline of his cock, and there was even a little dark spot near where the head of his prick was touching his satin jogging shorts.

“Listen to me, Robby. I know what you did. You used a pair of my soiled panties to excite you, didn’t you, baby. And you know what else, honey?” I said softly.

“What?” he answered, barely a whisper.

“I like that you did it, baby. And I ... I left a fresh pair for you where the dirty ones were.”

“YOU DID?” Robby asked, his head jerking up, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yeah. I did, honey. And...” I began.

“And WHAT, Mother?” he asked, clearly excited.

“I ... I rubbed them in my crotch for you, baby. To get them wet for you. And to make sure you would be able to smell my ... my CUNT!” I gushed, my gaze drawn to his cock as it seemed to jump in his shorts. Another small dollop of goo seemed to ooze out of it, and without thinking I moaned, then looked up at Robby, finding the same kind of excitement there as I knew he must be seeing in my own eyes. And then I did it.

“Oh MOTHERRRRR!” he moaned as I reached out and touched the tip of his hard cock with my fingers.

“It’s beautiful, Robby. Your cock. I ... I can see the shape of it. I can feel how it’s leaking. Look, baby,” I said, rubbing my fingers over the wet spot. “Look how wet you’re making your shorts.”

“I know, Mother. I ... I can’t help it. You ... you’re beautiful, Mother,” he gushed.

“Do you think so, baby?” I asked running my hand over the fullness of his cock now, squeezing gently. “Do you like my tits, honey? You don’t think I’m too old to attract a man?” I asked, bringing my hands under my tits, cupping them for my son, holding them out to him.

“Oh Mother, NO you’re not too old. You’re the most beautiful woman I know. I love your ... your...”

“You can say it, Robby. Say ‘tits.’ Say anything you want to me, baby. I want to hear you saying the words to me. Tell me, Robby. Tell me what these are,” I said, suddenly taking his hands, placing them on my breasts.

“Oh God, Mother ... I ... I’m gonna...” he began. And so of course I went down on him.

Quickly I leaned forward and ran my mouth over the wet spot, breathing on it, licking it as his cock exploded inside his shorts. I felt it then, his hot, sticky cum oozing out of the shorts as I sucked it, sucked him, my son’s cock.

“AHHHHH!” he cried out, and I tugged at the top of his shorts then, roughly pulling them down over his cock. The hot flesh sprang into view, and I grasped it, pumping it as another gob of cum shot out of it and onto my face.

“Oh GOD, ROBBY, I LOVE IT!” I wailed, lowering my mouth to it, licking the head as it continued spurting. Then I took it inside me, between my lips, sucking gently, running my tongue under it, swallowing as more cum splattered inside my mouth and down my throat.

I knew it was wrong, what I was doing. Yet did I care? Hell no! I loved it, and I knew we would do more ... much more ... before the night, and the weekend was over.

“Oh Mother, that ... that was...”

“I know, baby. It was wonderful, wasn’t it. But honey, we can’t tell anyone, okay? We can’t tell anyone about what we’re doing or they’d put Mommy in jail. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mother. I won’t tell. Ever,” Robby said.

“I know, baby. I can trust you. That’s why we’re going to go up to my room now. You want to see Mother naked, don’t you, Robby? You want to see these naked?” I said, squeezing his hands on my tits again. “And this? My cunt?” I asked, raising my skirt, showing him my sexy lace panties.

“YES!” he hissed. Then I got up from kneeling next to him and led him upstairs and into my bedroom.