The Story Teller (4.65)	Mom writes an erotic story for her son.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	10/14/21




    mother - son - mom son incest - milf - mature - older woman - younger man - erotica


The Story Teller
by miss_D_mena 

Marilyn opened the package carefully, taking care that she did not damage or mark the contents with the knife she used. Removing the protective covering, she glanced at the gleaming black lid of the brand-new laptop, as yet, unblemished by fingerprints and the daily wear and tear that it would ultimately receive.

It was her son's Christmas present, a promise she had made at the start of the year, that if he gained the grades he needed and got into college, she would replace his old one with a spanking brand new one. There was nothing wrong with his current laptop, but it was getting old, and he had managed to get through the last couple of months of his web design course using it, excited at the prospect of a far more powerful machine.

Covering it with the protective sheet, she closed the cardboard flaps and carefully carried the box upstairs, placing it in the bottom of her wardrobe and then locking the door before secreting the key.

She was just starting to prepare their evening meal when she heard the front door bang and the sound of footsteps running up the stairs as Stevie ascended to dump his college bag and get changed. The footfalls came again, sounding like a herd of elephants as he took the steps two at a time in his haste to get downstairs before appearing in the kitchen.

'Has it arrived yet mum? he asked, his excitement palpable.

Marilyn kept her face straight as she turned. 'It hasn't yet. I'm sure it will be here by the big day, if not, probably the first post after Christmas.

He may have been eighteen, but at that moment as his bottom lip drooped, he looked like a little boy again.

It was only just over a week until Christmas and tomorrow would be his final lecture before a nearly three-week break. Marilyn normally had a full-time job, but this year she had saved seven days of her holidays and was taking a week off during the festivities. She had her fingers crossed for snow, but it was highly unlikely, she could only remember a heavy fall on three occasions during her lifetime, the most they usually got was only a light smattering.

When he had disappeared out that evening, she had retrieved his present, carefully wrapping it in festive paper and sealing the corners with tape, before replacing it and locking the wardrobe door once more.

She had kept up the pretence, right up to the day itself, Stevie's disappointment evident as he looked longingly out of the lounge window each morning, hoping, and praying for a delivery driver to appear.

'I'm sure it will be here the day after Boxing day, they did promise me it would arrive in time.' He nodded his head, but she could see that he was not holding out any hope.

The look on his face Christmas morning had been worth it. 'You!' he said with a grin. 'You are a bad mother, lying to me like that.'

He'd manage to put it to one side for the day, but Boxing day, Stevie was noticeable by his absence, ensconced in his bedroom as he transferred files from his old laptop to the new machine.

The following day he had brought the old one to her, they had always planned that she would get his laptop when the new replacement arrived. 'There you go, mum. I've removed everything I need. If you come across anything...... just delete it.'

Marilyn had no real need of a computer at home, she had one at work and that sufficed. She was only going to use it for a bit of online shopping, emails to friends and family, and to occasionally play "Solitaire" in bed each night instead of watching rubbish on the television.

That evening, sat in bed, she must have played fifty games, eventually bored with what she was doing. She was no computer expert but knew enough from watching the I.T blokes at work as she clicked through the regular folders and was surprised to find that hundreds of files still resided on the machine. She was sure Stevie said delete anything she came across, but with rising concern, she had imagined one or two, not this many.

Rooting in the old laptop bag, she found a memory stick, plugging it into the side as she began transferring folders and files onto it. At first, it was a simple click and move, but finally, her motherly head kicked in. It was a special training that all mothers received on the birth of their first child, that ability to be nosey, to wonder and pry into what their children were doing.

She opened folders and files, reading this, and discarding that, all of it so far was old schoolwork and projects. At last, she had cleared the most relevant, "Documents, Music, Pictures and Video's" as well as any files left on his desktop.

She emptied the "Recycle bin," did a disk clean and removed the stick. The laptop running smoother and a little quicker with all the junk gone.

She opened the browser, ostensibly to do a bit of window shopping, but her curiosity got the better of her as she brought up her son's browsing history, half expecting it to contain a list of pornographic sites. He was no longer a child. He was a young man, and she knew that most young men would spend time watching the sort of things these sites offered.

Marilyn was completely surprised to find that there was only the occasional one, but what did catch her eye was a site that advertised itself as containing erotic stories.

She clicked and a webpage appeared, her eyes reading the list of titles on offer,

"Mom made me a man. Seducing my Mother. Mother and daughter get it on. Mom wanted a threesome," were among many of the titles listed.

She picked one, clicked on it and started reading, becoming engrossed as the tale unfolded until she came to the sex scenes. The descriptions were certainly graphic, especially when the two main characters were supposed to be a mother and her son.

By the time she had finished it, she could feel the change in her body, immediately selecting another and continuing to read. She read four that night before she had to close the site and switch the laptop off, her pulse racing and her heart going like the clappers as her chest heaved up and down.

Marilyn resisted the urge to masturbate, but for the rest of that week, each evening when she retired, she would spend a couple of hours reading one offering after another and finishing the night feeling randy as hell. Some of them were good, some were exceptionally good, others were nothing more than a hasty attempt to describe two people having sex, but with each one she read, she diligently left a truthful rating and comment as to the effect it had on her.

It was also about that time, that she realised she was logged in to the site, Stevie must have told the browser to remember his username and password. Having a nosey in his account she found his username was "PurveyorOfPorn" and that nearly all of the stories listed in his favourites folder were of an incestuous nature, namely mother and son.

It completely surprised Marilyn, wondering suddenly if that was how he saw her but then convincing herself that he probably had a crush on one of his friend's mothers, there were certainly several extremely attractive women amongst them.

With the New Year finished, she continued to read the stories, new ones popping up each day, and week. She had just finished one which, while it wasn't bad, wasn't great either and then the thought popped into her head 'I'm sure I can do better than that.'

The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that she could make a reasonable attempt at writing an incest story. Ideas buzzed around inside her head as she closed the webpage and opened a text program, at first just jotting down notes and ideas. Over the course of the following week and even though she had returned to work, she found herself distracted, fresh idea's popping into her head which were then jotted down on scraps of paper and stuffed into her handbag. She was getting excited at the prospect of starting, formulating a plan as to how that first chapter would run.

With her excitement came a notion, and a touch of madness, she knew now what she was going to do, she was going to have some fun, she was going to draft a story for her son.

Having written an opening couple of pages she went back to the beginning, re-reading, and correcting the work for punctuation and grammar. It wasn't bad, but something was missing. And then she knew what it was, taking a quick breath, she replaced the names of her characters, the mother was named Marilyn and the son was named Stevie.

When she read it back to herself again, it took on an all-new life. She read the speaking parts, hearing the words coming from her mouth, her son replying to her questions or statements. At last, she had reached the pivotal moment, her first sex scene. She put everything into it, as graphic as she dared, describing every nuance as her characters fucked.

She could feel her excitement build as she typed, Stevie's cock fucking his mother's pussy. Marilyn thrusting her tits at him, her hips lifting as his shaft pounded her cunt. And then her climax, her body going rigid as she orgasmed, the sensations as he filled her cunt with his hot creamy cum.

Exhausted and highly aroused, she sat back and closed her eyes, allowing her breathing to slow and the demand in her fanny to subside. She read all that she had written once more, tensions building in her body as she reached the part where he undressed her and then opened her legs, thrusting his cock deep into her quim as they copulated.

She just knew she was going to masturbate tonight, closing the program down and finally shutting the laptop lid before getting rid of her robe and switching off her bedroom light.

She breathed slowly, relaxing and allowing her eyes to become accustomed to the darkened room. The house was silent, Stevie in bed and hopefully asleep as she allowed her hand to drift to her breast, slowly massaging the abundant flesh there and then quickly exciting her nipples.

Over her stomach and belly, her hand slid downwards until her finger delicately stroked her slit, that initial burst of satisfaction flooding through her. When her fanny opened, she slid the finger inside, quickly joined by a second one as she frigged, the tension building as her story replayed in her head.

Stevie's cock felt huge, her cunt expanding and contracting as he thrust it into her. It was her story, but a consequence of giving the characters their names was that an image of her son kept popping into her head. Her orgasm was stupendous, her body straining as she tried to dismiss the thoughts from her mind, but constantly returning to the one where her son towered over her.

The first chapter consisting of eight pages had been written, with Marilyn signing up to the website, selecting herself a username and then submitting the opening pages of her story. Now that she had done it, she wasn't holding out much hope, there were far better writers out there and she would probably be lucky if half a dozen people paid it any interest.

It seemed to take ages for it to be published, Marilyn checking each evening and becoming more nervous, how would she take it if readers just decided that it was crap.

All told, it was just over a week before one evening, she saw her tale splashed across the laptop screen for the first time. She actually read it again, feeling the familiar turn-on as her words painted pictures in her mind and feeling quite exhilarated as she reached the cliff-hanger of her first chapter.

Surprisingly, more than a dozen people had read it, leaving comments about how they were looking forward to the next part. By the next evening, nearly thirty had read it and the evening after that it was up to seventy and had been given a "Hot" badge.

She was excited even though there was one tiny disappointment, her son was not amongst the ones who had left comments and she had no way of knowing if he had even read it. She had a sudden idea as she remembered that she had access to his account, currently, she was viewing from her own new one. Logging out, she signed back in with her son's credentials, going to his favourites folder, her body shaking with anticipation and the hope of finding her story there.

The shiver ran down her spine, an insistent tingling beginning between her legs as she read the title of her story. "The desires for my Son." He had read it. Stevie had read her story and had been impressed enough to add it to his favourites.

New ideas flooded her head as she opened a blank page in her text program and began typing. Her first chapter had been close to the truth in part, It had been Christmas, the snowfall heavy as her characters Marilyn and Stevie had found themselves snowed in for nearly a week, supplies running low and struggling to stay warm each night. They had ended up in the same bed, cuddled together for warmth, her story Marilyn conscious of the bulge pushing against her bottom as her son held her close and tried to keep her warm. One thing had led to another, her characters having sex and then the recriminations the next morning when they came to their senses and realised what they had done.

Was that the end of it, would it happen again, how would her characters react to this incestuous liaison?

Her fingers clattered away at the keyboard, advancing the plot, deleting a sentence here and there as she re-read it and changed her wording. That evening alone, she wrote three pages of text, building towards a crescendo she decided, as the mother and son came together again despite their resolution never to repeat it.

"They had moved to the lounge, the large fireplace the only source of heat in the house other than the kitchen where she could turn on the gas cooker. Marilyn was conscious of what she and Stevie had done, telling herself that it must never happen again, but the longing in her belly and the remembrance of his cock filling her cunt made her determination waver.

With a hot meal in their stomachs, they spent the evening watching a little television and playing cards. She had brought linen down from the bedrooms, setting it up in front of the fire as well as a couple of sleeping bags. The room would stay warm for quite a few hours during the night, and she could top it up, if need be, at least they had a plentiful supply of coal and logs.

There had been a mad dash to their bedrooms to get undressed and into sleepwear, returning and shivering in front of the fire until they warmed up again. At last, they slipped into the sleeping bags, the lights had been extinguished, the room now lit by the flickering from the slowly dying fire. It hadn't stayed like that for long, the clothes, the bags and the proximity of the fire soon had them both sweating as they crawled out of them and just lay atop everything.

Marilyn must have fallen asleep because she awoke with a start, her body feeling aroused and conscious of her son snuggled in behind her as his raging erection pushed against her bottom. Lying perfectly still, Stevie's hand rested on her stomach, but then moved to the top of her sleep shorts, hovering there for a moment before it slipped inside and continued its downwards journey.

This wasn't supposed to be happening they had decided, but she was unable to stop his hand as it curved between her legs and his fingers opened her fanny. She tried to suppress the sounds threatening to creep out as he teased her quim, but when his finger penetrated her, she twisted her upper body, turning her face towards her son.'

'I thought we agreed,' she struggled to say, her legs opening wider to give him greater access and noticing the look of excitement and lust in his eyes as the last few flames flickered.

'I just want you so much,' Stevie panted, his throbbing erection grinding against her as his hand fingered her a little faster and the groans now escaped her lips until his mouth covered hers and they kissed. By the time they disposed of what little clothing they wore, Marilyn's resolution had been forgotten, eager to sample her son's flesh again as she lay back, opened her legs, and then grabbed his cock as she pulled him between her thighs.

'Jesus. It felt so fucking good,' she told herself as his cock impaled her, his hips thrusting his shaft into her moist open fanny at a constant rate. She watched as he lowered his head to her chest, feeling his hot breath on her breasts and then the warmth of his mouth as he sucked and licked each nipple in turn. She raised her chest, squirming against his groin each time his cock filled her cunt. She was telling him now, telling him how close she was, telling him she wanted to cum and feel his cock fill her passage with his seed.

And then she was floating, her climax lifting her, her body accepting the flow of stimulations that overrode her senses and made her wish for her orgasm never to stop."

She lay back against her pillows and closed her eyes, her body alive and with a need for satisfaction which she now knew would come as soon as she had finished, just giving her son time to settle before she fingered herself again.

Within a few nights, her next chapter was complete, and she uploaded it, waiting in suspense until part two was published. It did even better than part one, comments soon mounting up as readers started following her, and she again noticed that her son had added it to his favourites folder.

Marilyn was in the process of sending an email to her mum, just keeping her up to date with any news when she noticed that she had received several from the site. Yes, she had signed up with an email address, but never considered that readers would write to her in this fashion.

Tentatively, she opened each one, some complementary and saying how much they looked forward to the next part. Others were very near the knuckle, describing what the reader was doing while they read her story. It gave her a thrill as she realised that she wasn't the only one becoming aroused by what she had written.

It was the final email, the writer posing several questions.

"What made you chose those names? Have you ever been involved in an incestuous relationship because you make it sound so real? Are you male or female? If female, have you got a son, do you think about him like that?"

Her username gave nothing away, but the sender's name did, "PurveyorOfPorn."

Marilyn's chest felt tight, as though she was struggling to breathe, her palms were sweaty and there was a buzz of excitement about her body. She couldn't respond from this email address; he would know it was her straight away. Her first stop was a well know browser as she constructed a new alias address, picking a name that would keep her mysterious, 'mad_N_bad@***mail.com.'

It was easy to set it up, twenty minutes and she was ready to go. She started, tapping away as thoughts filled her head until Marilyn suddenly stopped and deleted it all. Closing her eyes, she thought about what she was doing, this person was supposed to be a stranger writing to her, how would she normally act. Slowly she built herself a persona, starting to type her reply.

"Hi PoP

The names are a figment of my imagination. I am a female writer and yes, I do have a son. Have I had that type of relationship, now that would be telling this early because I don't know you well enough yet? Are you a male or female reader? How old are you? If you are a male, do you have fantasies about your sister or perhaps your mother? Do they know that you think about them in that way?

Looking forward to your reply

MNB"

She read other stories that night, wondering if her son had received and read her reply yet and how he may respond. Would it scare him off, or would he divulge information that she knew nothing about? The thought had still not entered her head that what she was doing may lead to what she had written in her story. Stevie was her son; she was his mother and presently she had no desire to bed him.

A couple of nights passed before she received a reply, each evening in bed she would work on the next chapter of her story. She had checked that night and her "Inbox" was empty, but a message soon popped up that she had mail.

"Hi MNB

What a very strange coincidence because both of the names you chose are very familiar to me. How old am I, let's say I am over the age of consent and old enough to know what I like? Yes, I am a bloke, but not one with a sister. Do I think of my mother like that, it's hard to say? All I will add is that I would consider her still to be highly desirable. Please continue with your story as I can't wait to read what happens next.

POP"

The tightness was back in her chest, Marilyn's breathing ragged and far too fast as she grasped the implications of her son's reply.

'Bloody hell,' she thought, was Stevie fantasising about her? Was he was imagining doing the things to her that she had described in her story? She turned her head towards her bedroom wall, suddenly imagining him laid next door, perhaps naked and reading her story as his hand slid up and down his shaft and he masturbated. Those imaginings caused a reaction in her own body as she felt herself get excited at the thought of her son tossing himself off whilst he thought about her.

Her next chapter went the same way as she waited for it to be published. She still hadn't replied to Stevie's email yet, wondering how to phrase her questions without arousing suspicion.

That night in bed, she opened her mail program and composed herself, adopting her persona before she began typing.

"Hi PoP

Have submitted the next part. I suspect that you have perhaps thought of your mother in that way, as a woman, rather than your mum. Have I ever thought of my son like that, definitely not, at least not until you asked the question and now, I find myself wondering what it may be like? The probability is, he would not be interested. What young man would want an older woman. Does your mother know that you fancy her, is it possible that she has an inkling but is afraid to let those sorts of feelings show?

What is it you would like to do to her, I would be interested to know? I'll swap confessions if you will.

MNB"

Again, it was a few days before she received a reply,

"Hi MNB

Have read the next chapter, twice, and cum both times. Christ! you sure do know how to write an incest story. To be honest, I hadn't thought about my mother in that way until I started reading your tale. Now I can't stop thinking about her. What's she like, probably I suspect the same age as you. She is still very pretty, and I've suddenly realised that she still has a great figure and a sexy wiggle when she walks. I imagine what it may be like to undress her and caress her breasts, her tits are full, and I would love to have my mouth suckle on her nipples. I lie in bed some nights and imagine being between her thighs, my cock deep in her fanny as I wank, and my ejaculation is always extra special when she is in my head.

Is that how you think of your son? The things you write about is that what you would like to do with him. Getting randy again just thinking about it.

All for now

POP"

So was Marilyn, just reading what her son had written was giving her an itch. Surely this couldn't be right, he was describing how he was pleasing himself while thinking about her as she suddenly wondered what his cock looked like when erect. She had no idea nowadays, the last time she had seen him naked had been when he was a child. She got from her bed and locked her room door, Stevie was still up and about, and the last thing Marilyn wanted, was him coming to her room as she masturbated, or was that what she really wanted.

She closed her eyes, making a new story up in her head, one where she was laid on her bed naked as she was now, the house empty and her son out with friends. Her hands massaged her breasts, squashing them and making them bulge so that her erect nipples stood proud as she lowered her head, pushed upwards, and extended her tongue, licking at her teats. In her head she had been too engrossed to hear the front door close, her fingers now embedded in her fanny as she fingered, moaning quite loudly as she excited and aroused herself.

As her temperature soared, she got the funniest feeling that she was being watched, imagining her eyes suddenly opening, to find her son stood at her bedroom door watching her, the bulge in the front of his pants making it obvious that he was turned on by what she was doing.

Of course, she had been going to protest as he entered her bedroom, Marilyn unable to stop as her climax began, now intensified knowing that Stevie was watching. Her hand went faster, her fingers pounding her cunt as dazzling lights appeared in front of her closed eyes. By the time her orgasm had subsided, and she opened them, her son had disappeared from the doorway, and when she turned her head to seek him out, he was already by her bed and naked, her eyes fixated on the length of juddering meat that jutted from his groin.

She tried to tell him 'No' as she dragged him onto her bed, and then he was between her thighs and his cock sank into her flesh. As he fucked her, she felt her body rising to its plateau, the fingers in her cunt simulating Stevie's cock as it pummelled her fanny. It was the look on his face, towering above her, the look that said her was going to abuse every inch of her body and fill each of her orifices.

Her orgasm exploded, in her mind, she could feel him cum inside her, crying out before she could stop herself as the room was filled with the sound of wet flesh slapping together and she allowed herself to be swallowed by the sensations.

Once she had wiped her hand and fanny and with her body currently sated, she settled back as she continued with the next chapter of her story, the fourth one.

"Christmas was long gone, summer approaching and with it the promise of sex in the great outdoors, something Stevie said he was looking forward to as their relationship had grown closer since the festive period. She was in the kitchen preparing their evening meal when his arms encircled her waist, one hand moving upwards as he cupped her presently unfettered breast......."

She had considered that her description of the imaginary sex between Marilyn and Stevie in the story could not get any more graphic, but she was continually finding new words to try and describe what it felt like to have her son's cock inside her pussy.

When she finished, she decided it was time to email him again.

"Good evening, PoP

Find myself lying here thinking about you and thinking about my son. I wonder what his cock is like and how it would feel as it slips inside my cunt."

It was the first time she had used a word like that in an email to him and it had suddenly given her a thrill.

"Is he big? Is he on the smallish side? I don't suppose it matters so long as he knows what to do with it. My fanny is wet thinking about the both of you, wet not because I presently need fucking, it's wet because I have just finished fingering myself while imagining him fucking me. Tell me the things you would like to do to your mum, how would you go about it, perhaps she has no desire for you to fuck her. Would you force yourself on her? I sometimes dream about being raped, what would it be like if my son forced himself on me?"

Anyway, it's late and I need sleep. Write soon

MNB"

She wasn't giving him chance to answer tonight, not that he normally did anyway. She clicked the shutdown button, closed the lid once it had finished and then put it safely in its bag as she settled down. She had work in the morning, and she'd had too many late nights this week already, falling asleep nearly as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Her latest chapter was nearly finished, but she was in no rush, Marilyn deciding to take a week's break from writing or even answering the emails that arrived in her inbox every few days. She had noticed that her son had emailed again, but she was making him wait, the lapse in her attention would do him the world of good she decided, laughing to herself at the thought of him checking each night and sitting there pouting when he found he had still not received a reply. She would love to know what he had written but made herself wait, the anticipation adding to the suspense.

While her story moved quickly towards the summer months, in reality, it was only nearing the middle of March and the thought of hot sunny weather was still a way off. She had returned to tapping away at her keyboard but was still to answer Stevie's last email, these sudden desires exposed in his correspondence were troubling Marilyn, not least because it had also awakened something within her. She was fine until she wrote the imaginary sex scenes and then he automatically became part of her thoughts and desires.

She had waited until the weekend. While he was out on Friday evening, she read the email he had sent, his words in a way bewitching her.

"Hello MND

I do wonder about your age and if you are as I imagine, the same as my mother. I'm sure she does not suspect that I watch her constantly nowadays. Sometimes I wish that you were my mum, you sound so sexy, and I love the way you write things, especially about fucking. I suppose in my head, you and she have become one. I dream of undressing you and lying between your thighs, my tongue tickling as I lick and suck on your fanny. I'm sure my mother has no idea of the things I would like to do to her, and she has never given me any indication that she may be that way inclined. When I said that I was familiar with your characters names, that's because my name is Steven, or Stevie for short and my mum is called Marilyn. What you describe in your story and what I imagine, makes it sound and feel so real. I've no idea if my mum dreams about rape, it's not as though I can go and ask her and it's not something that she is likely to come and discuss with me. But thinking about that is making me horny, not the real thing, just roleplaying, but her pretending to refuse me and then abusing her body while she is restrained.

I'd better get off, but wait in anticipation of your reply

Stevie"

Marilyn read it through several times, the tingling between her legs intensifying her reply to him.

"PoP

I'm sure my son has no idea that I'm lusting after him. Have you ever considered trying what I wish he would attempt? He takes me out one evening and I get drunk. When we get back home, he has to undress me and put me to bed. I imagine lying there, completely naked as his eyes devour my body and he lusts after me, eventually plucking up the courage as his hands fondle my breasts and play with my nipples. I can feel his hand go between my legs, his fingers touching and stroking my fanny as my juices start to flow and it opens for him. The bed moves and my legs are being opened, something rubs against my cunt, and I just know it's the head of his cock. And then he's inside me, he's fucking my pussy and it feels so good. I suddenly wake, pretending to protest, but he doesn't stop, he just continues to thrust his cock into me as my arousal increases. I don't want him to stop now, my mouth seeking his as we kiss, his cock now ploughing my cunt as he forces me to orgasm, and then I feel his shaft explode inside me as he fills my pussy with his cum.

I'm sorry I can't write anymore at the moment. I need to finger myself because now I am so aroused.

MNB"

She heard the front door open and close just as she pressed the send button, which would be Stevie getting home. When he poked his head around her bedroom door, she had her breathing back under control and was playing Solitaire when he came and sat on the edge of her bed.

They chatted for five minutes, but during that time she was sure his eyes never left her breasts. The partially transparent nightdress she had worn would be allowing him to see her tits and especially the darker area of her areola. Her nipples grew hard, poking at the sheer material as her fanny grew moist, Stevie unable to disguise the excitement evident on his face.

And then he was gone as Marilyn began touching herself, building up her pleasure by teasing her quim and imagining Stevie returning and catching her.

Later, and feeling satisfied once more, she returned to her story, adding a few more details.

"They had decided on a picnic as the weather presently was glorious. There was a small lake near their home and Stevie had suggested that as their destination. He had just finished for his summer break, the other schools yet to break up and Marilyn had taken a few days holiday from work.

'It will still be quiet yet,' he told her, 'Hopefully we will have the lake to ourselves, and you know what that means?'

Marilyn knew exactly what that meant, which was why she had treated herself to a bikini and had ditched her old one-piece swimming costume. Stevie had told her constantly of his desire to have her out in the open, 'In public' as he put it. 'Imagine the sun beating down on our backs as my cock fucks your pussy.'

It was only a fifteen-minute walk, Marilyn had already donned her costume and then put on a pair of shorts and a top to cover it while they made the journey. Stevie carried the bag. She had packed sandwiches and crisps along with a bottle of wine and two plastic glasses, a bottle of lotion and a couple of beach towels for them to lay on and dry themselves with.

As he had presumed, the area around the lake was empty, another week or so and it would be thronging with people. They selected a spot off to one side, Stevie laying out the towels before pulling off his vest top and dropping his shorts, standing completely naked for a moment before stepping into his swim shorts. Marilyn looked at his flaccid cock and licked her lips, she knew it wouldn't be like that for long, especially once she undressed.

She dispensed with her top and then unbuttoned her shorts, wriggling her hips as they fell to her ankles and her son got his first look at her in a bikini. His reaction had been instantaneous, the bulge quickly evident in his shorts as he began to advance on her.

'Down boy,' she giggled, 'There's plenty of time for that. I want to get some sunbathing in before you abuse me.'

She stretched out on the towel and tantalisingly reached behind her as she pulled the strings on her bikini top. 'Will you rub some lotion into my back?' she asked huskily."

It was the fifth chapter of her story and by now Marilyn was writing it not so much for the reader, but more for herself and her son. It was surprising how fast time had passed, engrossed in her story and their correspondence, reality was slowly catching up with her tale, now only three or four months apart.

It had been quite a while since Stevie or 'PurveyorOfPorn' had last emailed her, she'd had nothing since her last one to him and she wondered if he had become bored with their back and forth.

His nineteenth birthday was due shortly and Stevie surprised her when he had a request.

'Why don't we go out for my birthday, just you and me. We can go for a meal and then a few drinks afterwards.'

Marilyn was immediately suspicious, he had never before invited her out alone, they had been out together with friends or family, but never alone. And then her last email sprung to mind, was this a ploy she wondered, was he intending to get her drunk and then have his wicked way with her.

'It sounds like a good idea,' she said excitedly.

On the evening of his birthday, she paid particular attention to her appearance. Beneath the close-fitting slinky blue dress she wore, was new lingerie, purposefully bought because it covered very little of her. The dress was a perfect length, short enough that it displayed her stocking-clad legs but not so short that it looked slutty. In her heels, she surveyed her appearance in her mirror.

'Still highly desirable,' he had said. The woman who looked back was every bit of that.

It was an exceptional evening, the both of them enjoying themselves although Marilyn drunk a lot less than her son presumed. She was tipsy, but certainly not as drunk as she was now acting.

At closing time, they staggered home, her arm around his neck and shoulders while his arm was around her waist as he supported her. Marilyn took one step forward and two backwards, slurring her speech and acting as though the was off her head. Her performance meant that it took longer to get home, but finally, their house and front door was in sight.

Stevie helped her upstairs and sat his mother on the edge of her bed. She lolled forward and closed her eyes, pretending to be completely out of it. She could hear him telling her to get undressed and into bed, but she ignored him and continued to sit immobile. She felt her shoes being removed and then the movement as her son climbed onto the bed. Seconds later, the zip of her dress slid down and her heartbeat went up. He eased it from her shoulders and then extracted her arms before climbing off the bed and helping her to her feet as he struggled to pull the covers back.

He sat her down once more and then eased her down as he wriggled her dress over her hips and removed it. Marilyn lay still, her eyes closed as she heard him hang the dress in her wardrobe. She was laid on her bed, her legs hanging over the edge, dressed now in nothing but her bra, the tiny panties incorporating her suspender belt and her stockings.

Her nipples were hard, and her fanny was alive as she felt his hands scrabble beneath her back as her bra was released and then removed. Stevie stood motionless for several minutes and Marilyn could hear his sudden intake of breath and that his breathing had become quicker. Her stockings were removed next, gliding down her legs, which only left one item as she waited with bated breath.

She felt his fingers hook into their edge and then in a simple motion, they were slid from her hips and down her legs. She was struggling to control her breathing, laid there now, completely naked. Stevie lifted her legs and eased her a little further back before swivelling her so that she now lay completely on her bed.

She sensed that he had moved and then the mattress compressed on the other side of the bed as he knelt next to her.

Marilyn continued to lay motionless, struggling to control her breathing and make it sound as though she had passed out. Her nipples ached, demanding that someone paid them attention, and her fanny was threatening to release her juices all over the bottom sheet. And still, she waited, Stevie, doing nothing but kneeling there and she presumed, looking at her.

'Shit!' With her eyes closed, it had taken her by surprise as his fingers slid between her breasts, and she had nearly jumped and cried out.

'Oh, my fucking giddy aunt!' Marilyn had said it silently to herself because her son's hand had just covered her left breast. It rested there for a moment before exploring her flesh, caressing, and fondling her boobs and then at long last, her nipples. She was light-headed, trying to control her breathing while her body was highly excitable. She felt dreamy as his hands kneaded her breasts, and then she felt his hot breath on them, seconds before his lips took her teats into his mouth.

Finally, his hand began to slide down her body, over her stomach and belly, lingering amongst her pubic hair and then a finger touched her fanny. It opened instantaneously, covering the digit in her juices. 'Oh yes...... god yes...... oh fuck!' The finger slid into her cunt and began to molest her.

'Get undressed. Rip your clothes off for me. I want to feel your nakedness pushing against me,' Marilyn was saying to herself. Just a little bit longer and then she would be able to have him, she would feel her son's flesh become part of her own.

He continued to finger her for a while and then she felt it withdrawn. She was feeling euphoric, he would be undressing, and any moment now, she would feel his cock against her fanny.

He left the bed, and then suddenly the covers were pulled over her and her bedroom door opened and closed. She continued to lay still for a moment before opening her eyes and looking around.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck!' she swore under her breath. 'What the fuck had gone wrong. Why had he stopped? Why wasn't he here shagging her?'

Her body, completely aroused and ready, began to feel frustrated. In desperation, she jammed several fingers into her cunt and rapidly brought herself off. Even though she felt slightly better, she was still angry. On the one hand, she wanted to go to his room and jump into his bed, on the other hand, she wanted to go to his room and fucking slap him.

Marilyn was still miffed the next morning, feigning a hangover as the reason for her mood and lack of conversation. She couldn't exactly say something could she, she was supposed to have been so comatose that she didn't know what he had done.

A couple of nights later she got an email from him.

"Hi MNB

Did as you suggested. It was a fantastic night. Mum was pissed as a fart. I undressed her; she was laid there naked in front of me. I have never realised how beautiful she is. Her body is fantastic. What I wouldn't give to make love to her. I started to do as you described, her breasts are so soft and smooth, her fanny was wet, and I began fingering her.

Had to stop because it seemed wrong. Not the fact that she was my mum, but because she was drunk, and I was using it as an excuse to take advantage of her. Wish I could tell her how I feel. Any luck with your son yet?

Stevie"

Marilyn felt ashamed that she had been mad at him, he had acted like she had brought him up to do. Other men may have taken advantage of her drunken state, her son at least had recognised that what he was doing was wrong.

Hi Stevie

Sorry, it didn't work out. At least it sounds like you are a gentleman. Not going well with my son. Convinced that something was going to happen at last but then it didn't. Perhaps it's not meant to be, you can't make something happen just because you want it.

MNB

For the next few nights, she left the laptop switched off, feeling despondent and not sure what to try next. It had started as a bit of fun, writing a story to excite her son despite her having no desire to do any more than that. But slowly, and over time, her feelings had changed, no longer was it fun, she was now craving him. She wanted so much more than this secret correspondence, she wanted his arms around her, she wanted his shaft in her fanny. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him that, in her eyes, it made her sound like a slut.

That evening, she set up her laptop once more, if nothing else, the readers deserved the next chapter of her story, she just didn't know if there would be more after this.

"Stevie straddled the top of her thighs and Marilyn could feel his erection pushing against her bottom as he leant forward and applied lotion to her shoulders. She loved the feel of his hands sliding over her skin, especially when he wickedly dipped into her armpits and then ran his hands down the outside edge of her breast. He worked his way up and down until he reached the edge of her bikini bottoms.

'Do you want me to do your front?' he asked cheekily with a chuckle.

Why not she thought as he cocked a leg and she turned over, watching as he applied more lotion to his hands and then eased them across her breasts. Her nipples became erect immediately, pressing into the palms of his hands as he teased them. Despite her intention to sunbathe, she raised her head and looked around, there was still no one in sight as her fanny declared that it required some attention.

She raised the flat of her hand towards Stevie, asking him to pour a small amount of lotion into it. He did as requested, looking puzzled for a moment until she pulled the front of his shorts down and massaged the oily slippery substance into his cock. Her son throwing his head back and groaning loudly as she tossed him off.

He moved while she got rid of her bikini bottoms, laying back naked as she opened her legs and watched him shuffle between them, her arousal ignited as the head of his shaft rubbed against her pussy."

Marilyn took a break, this was the trouble with writing about sex, although it wasn't the same as the act itself, nevertheless, it never failed to arouse her as she wrote about what she and her son were doing in the story.

She played a couple of games to clear her mind and allow her excitement to diminish and then went back to typing. She got most of it finished that evening and the following evening she proofread it and corrected any mistakes before submitting it to the site.

As per her other chapters, it was well-received, with plenty of nice comments being left for her. She of course checked to see if her son had read it and was pleased to find it in his folder.

He sent her an email several nights later, but she ignored it, perhaps it was about time to bring these communications to an end.

Easter had arrived and she had seen little of him during his two-week break, only at the end of the night when she was in bed, and he arrived home late. She collared him one evening, this was her last chance, after this, she would just forget about what she had hoped for.

'I've seen nothing of you this time. Fancy going out one day before college resumes. We can go up around the lake and sunbathe and I'll make us a picnic?'

Stevie's face split into a grin, 'Yeah, I'd really like that. We had fun on my birthday, didn't we?'

Marilyn took a day off work, the forecast for the next few days was glorious. She packed sandwiches and bites along with beers, a picnic blanket, and towels in case they wanted to swim.

The bag was heavy on the way out as Stevie carried it, the two of them chatting as they strolled along. At the lake she extracted the towels and spread them out, leaving the picnic blanket and bag in the shade of an old tree. She noticed her son was watching her as she pulled her t-shirt over her head to display the minute top part of her bikini that just about managed to cover her breasts.

Stevie seemed distracted, his mouth hanging open as she turned her back to him, unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them from her hips. The bottom part of her bikini was a thong, the cheeks of her arse plainly on display and the night before she had shaved her pubic area so that her mound was now as bare and soft as a babies bottom.

Stretching out on the towel she lay on her front. 'Can you apply some lotion to my back, so I don't burn,' she asked.

Stevie straddled her thighs, trying to make sure that his erection did not make contact with her bottom. 'Fucking hell,' he was thinking, 'his mother looked fantastic.' The bikini hid nothing and his first sight of her in it had been enough to give him a boner.

He had applied lotion to his hands and was rubbing it into her shoulders and wondering what she would say if he went down her sides and accidentally caressed the edges of her boobs. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, coming to a stop as he looked around him. It was weird, something about this scene was refusing to coalesce in his brain. It felt like déjà vu, as though this had played out once before.

'Something wrong?' his mother mumbled as he tried to work out what was bothering him.

And then it hit him, as though he had been slapped in the face, he had read this exact same scene in a story. He leapt off her, sprawling in the process and landing on his arse as he stared at her.

Marilyn turned her head and looked at her son's horror-stricken face.

'Are you mad and bad?' he blurted.

A smile slowly spread across her face, quickly replaced by a mischievous and sultry look. 'I can be if that is what you would like,' she said in a husky voice as she sat up.

Stevie was stammering, trying to get his words out even though he was stunned by the sudden revelation.

'You wrote the story? You're the one I've been writing to? The one I've been telling all about the things...... concerning my mother...... I mean you!'

Marilyn nodded her head. 'The very same,' she replied, 'the one whose breasts you massaged, whose nipples you kissed and whose fanny you fingered.'

'It's taken long enough,' she said, looking around her and making sure the coast was clear as she reached behind and unfastened her bikini top, casting it to one side as her breasts fell free.

'I reckon It's about time that you finally got around to shagging me,' she whispered, fluttering her eyes as she shuffled closer to him.

Marilyn felt the tip of his cock press against the open moist lips of her pussy, this time it wasn't make-believe, this time it wasn't daydreaming, this time it was for real. She grunted and exhaled as he thrust forward and at long last, his cock filled her cunt.

She wrapped her legs around his buttocks as he came down onto his elbows and their mouths locked together. It was the sweetest kiss of all to start with, his shaft buried deep in her quim and her tits pressing against his chest as their mouths moved against each other. It quickly became passionate, one of his hands moving to her chest as he cupped as much of her breast as he could and squeezed, kneading the flesh and creating room for his fingers to get to her nipple as he tweaked it.

'Oh Jesus,' she thought momentarily, 'this was so good, well worth waiting for.'

Stevie adjusted himself, his groin grinding against her mound as his cock flexed inside her. He moved so that he could get his mouth to her breasts, showering them with kisses before taking her nipples between his lips, licking, and sucking at each engorged teat.

He was about to withdraw, whispering in her ear what he wanted to do to her. Marilyn shook her head, 'You can do that later. What I want the most at this moment is to be fucked. I want it fast and hard, a little bit rough if necessary. I want you to make me climax, make me cum, and then I want to feel your cock fill my cunt with your spunk.'

Stevie speeded up, his cock smashing into her cunt and Marilyn using her legs around his buttocks to pull him firmly and deeply inside her. His hands abused her breasts, making her tits bulge and biting at her nipples as she squealed with delight. She had waited so long for this moment, that she knew that he would quickly make her climax.

Her pussy was alive to every touch, his shaft rubbing against each sensitive nerve as it was plunged into her and then slowly withdrawn, seconds later, filling her again.

She couldn't stop herself from using the words from her story and emails, uttering crudity's as she told her son to shag her harder.

'Com'on, ram it into my fanny. I want all of your dick inside me. That's it, fuck your moms cunt!'

Marilyn could feel it start and couldn't have stopped it if she had tried. The pressure built in her pussy until like a volcano it became too much and then erupted, her climax sending waves of pleasure rolling through her body as she twisted and writhed beneath him, her son's hips a blur as his cock thudded into her cunt. He seemed to keep going for ever, and then grunted loudly, his shaft jerking inside her as she felt the spurts of cum hit her cervix and helped prolong her orgasm.

They were covered in sweat, both from the heat of the day and their exertions. Stevie had collapsed next to her, his chest heaving as he tried to get his breath back. Marilyn stayed in the same position, her arms thrown out sideways and above her head, her legs still open wide as juices and spunk dribbled from her fanny.

When she finally caught her breath, she sat up and checked around once more.

'I'm going to take a quick dip and wash some of this coating off me,' she told him with a seductive smile. 'And then after a spot of sunbathing and a bite to eat, I going to let you fill my fanny again.'

She laughed loudly as she grabbed her bikini and set off running towards the water's edge.

It was colder than either of them had anticipated. Stevie had followed her, still naked but with swim shorts in hand. 'Once in the water,' he was thinking, 'I'm going to fuck her again.'

As it was, it was so cold that they only spent a few minutes in the water as they cleansed themselves, Stevie's cock having shrivelled as he got out and his mother's nipples looking like church coat pegs. They dashed back to their picnic spot and dried off, they were still alone and so stretched out naked and allowed the sun to warm their bodies.

He had hundreds of questions, but at that moment, none of them mattered, they would wait until later or even another day, the most important and pressing thing on his mind was being allowed to indulge himself with his mother's body once more and already looking forward to getting between her thighs and tasting her succulent pussy.

Marilyn did a final chapter to finish her story off, that last one was far easier to write, she didn't have to imagine the sex anymore, she was now getting plenty of it. With it done, she considered what came next, did she call it a day? She had set out to entertain her son, now they entertained each other for real.

She had decided on a second story, but this time it would be a complete one-off, rather than writing chapters at a time. Compared to that first attempt her next one was easy; she changed the characters names but basically wrote about the things that she and Stevie got up to.

They had talked about it at length, Marilyn explaining how she had found the link on his old laptop and how it had started out as a bit of fun. After that day at the lake and within the week, he had near enough moved into her bedroom and bed permanently.

As time passed, she would continue writing, building up a catalogue of stories that Stevie always got to read first, and which invariably led to sex.

'You want to try this?' he had asked one night, reading the first few chapters of a new story she was writing. Marilyn nodded her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 'Yes, I want to experience it so that I know what it feels like and can describe it better.'

He'd nodded his consent but made no more mention of it as he gave it some serious thought.

The weeks and months had passed, Christmas fast approaching.

'Don't forget that I have Bob's birthday bash tomorrow night, I'm probably going to be drunk as a skunk, so I'll stay over and see you Sunday morning.'

Stevie had mentioned it a couple of weeks earlier, one of his friends from college. Marilyn had nothing planned for that evening, a long luxurious bath, followed by a bite to eat and a couple of glasses of wine while she watched a film and then an early night.

He held her tightly as they kissed, her body naked beneath her robe. 'I wish I weren't going now,' he said as his hand snuck inside her gown and tested the weight of her breasts, Marilyn laughing and teasing as she felt his growing erection pushing against her.

'Go on, get off or you will be late,' she scolded lovingly, receiving another kiss as he said goodnight.

She had spent nearly an hour in the bath, relaxing and topping the water up several times. She hadn't bothered dressing, simply slipping her robe back over her naked body. Curled up on the couch, she ate her quick ready meal and soon polished a couple of glasses of wine. The film wasn't half as good as she had anticipated and by nine o'clock her eyes were feeling heavy.

'Sod it,' she thought, 'this is a load of rubbish.' She switched off the tv, checked that both front and back doors were locked and made her way up to bed. She thought about doing an hour of writing, but she couldn't be bothered and so she stripped off her robe, turned out the light and got into bed, within ten minutes she was fast asleep.

She didn't know what had disturbed her, turning her head to peer at the clock next to the bed. Two-thirty in the morning. Marilyn closed her eyes and turned over, but something about the room felt strange. She shrugged it off as she tried to settle and go back to sleep, but for some reason, she had the feeling that she was being watched.

'You're just being stupid,' she told herself, screwing her eyes shut and trying to clear her mind.

She must have nodded off again until she suddenly became conscious of a weight bearing down on her. Struggling to sit up, her eyes flew open, her mouth ready to scream because of the figure that currently straddled her chest.

The curtains had been uncovered a little, a sliver of moonlight trying to illuminate the room but only managing to create deep shadows in places.

'Shhhh.' The voice growled, putting a finger to its lips.

It was definitely a man, dressed all in black with a ski mask that covered everything except his eyes and his mouth.

'If you scream,' he growled again, brandishing a knife in front of her face, and intimating what he would do with it if she resisted.

'Please. Let me go. Just get up and disappear, I promise I won't say anything.' She could feel the fear, her body shaking. The only thing keeping her in control was that she knew that this was one of the things she had wished to experience, and which Stevie had agreed to.

But she had thought it was something they would play out one evening, her son tying her up and having his way with her. He had never mentioned it since, and she had imagined he had forgotten about it.

'Stevie?'

A hand shot out and gripped her face, squeezing her cheeks and puckering her mouth. 'I will tell you when to speak. Shut the fuck up or else,' he growled again.

He continued to sit on top of her and saying nothing, which was unnerving in itself. And then ever so slowly, his hand moved, in the darkness, she hardly noticed it until she felt the covers pulled down and her breasts exposed.

'Oh God, oh please,' she muttered to herself as she watched his eyes move to her tits and his mouth twist, Marilyn just knew he was leering at her.

'Left hand,' he suddenly barked. Marilyn timidly extending it towards him. He placed a cuff around her wrist and then jerked her arm out and back as he fastened the cuff and cord to the bed head.

'Right hand,' The process was repeated, Marilyn's arms spread out and securely fastened.

He seemed to relax now as he climbed off her and stood, tucking the knife into the back of his trousers as he moved to the bottom of her bed. She couldn't stop her body shaking, Marilyn was petrified as she wondered what he was going to do.

'Surely it must be Stevie...... but what if it wasn't, how had this man got in?'

The covers were thrown back and he grabbed an ankle, it took him only seconds to attach the cuff and secure it. He grabbed the other ankle and secured that, pulling her down the bed so that she now formed a restrained star shape. Folding the covers back, inch by inch, he exposed her naked body, Marilyn shivering as the cool air caused goosebumps.

He seemed to disappear into the shadows for a moment and she couldn't see him, leaving her stewing as she imagined all sorts of things. When he reappeared, he pulled his top over his head, Marilyn expecting to see flesh, but he wore something black underneath. Next, he got rid of his trousers as she worked out that he had on some kind of tight-fitting lycra bodysuit. It was only as he straightened that she could see that the groin area had been cut away and that his erect cock now jutted towards her.

She wanted to scream, but fear of repercussion stilled her tongue. He disappeared from her view, and she felt the mattress move, and then she could feel his breath on her fanny. His fingers opened her up, pulling her pussy lips apart and gaping her as she steeled herself, and then his tongue was inside her cunt as he licked and sucked at her intimate part.

'I must resist, I must resist,' she kept telling herself. The trouble was he seemed to know exactly how to arouse her. When he pushed the hood back from her clit and flicked his tongue over it, she could not stop her hips from moving towards his mouth. When he took it between his lips and gently sucked at it, she could not stop the growl that rose in her throat.

Please don't, just...... please don't.' His tongue returned to her cunt as he kissed and licked every inch of her pink moist flesh. When he slid a finger into her passage and fingered her at the same time that his mouth continued to devour her pussy, she knew she would not be able to stop her climax. When he added a thumb, pushed up her anus, to what he was already doing, she orgasmed, her hips bucking as the sensations spiralled through her body, he groans echoing in the quiet of the room despite Marilyn telling herself she wasn't enjoying it.

He appeared back in her vision as her climax subsided, slowly moving between her thighs and the moonlight catching his erection for a second as it swung back and forth. She closed her eyes as she felt his knob press against her labia, there was no point in pleading she knew, he was going to fuck her no matter what she said or did.

As his cock filled her cunt, it took her breath away. At least so far, he hadn't hurt her, if anything he had been quite gentle with her. And then his shaft began to shag her, slowly at first and then building her arousal despite her best efforts to ignore the sensations coming from her fanny. He had brought her to the brink, lowered her down and then raised her again.

She knew she was going to climax again, and she hated this stranger whoever he was for being able to arouse her like this. She was at her pinnacle, the slightest movement of his shaft inside her, and she would climax. He seemed to sense it, keeping perfectly still as he knelt upright.

He raised an arm and hand, grasping his mask and dragging it from his face. Stevie looked at her and gave a mischievous smile.

'You know that I love you, Marilyn,' he said as he flexed his hips and sent her over the edge.

It took her a while to forgive him, but never again did she fantasise about something like that, he had scared the shit out of her. Fantasies were one thing; the reality was another and now she knew what fear felt like.

By the age of twenty-two, Stevie was now working, the two wages coming in each month meant that life became a lot easier for them. Marilyn was still writing, and she had lost count of how many stories she now had under her belt.

Sat in bed that evening, she was tapping away at her keyboard as Stevie read the first draft of a story on which she was working. It had been many years since she had last used these two characters and he wondered why she had resurrected them, Marilyn and Stevie gracing her pages once more.

"Stevie lay between her thighs, his nostrils picking up the scent of powder and musk as he gazed lovingly at her moist pink interior. He raised his eyes to peer over her belly at her breasts, noting that it seemed a little larger and rounder of late.

'We are going to have to send you out jogging,' he joked, stroking her belly, and showering it with kisses.

Marilyn raised her head and gave him a secretive smile. 'It doesn't matter how far I run, it's going to get bigger whether I like it or not.'

It took him several moments for her comment to register, raising himself to his knee's as he looked at her puzzled and then at her belly.

'You mean......?'

She grinned and nodded her head imperceptibly."

Stevie lowered the sheets of paper he was reading and turned to face his mother, giving her a peculiar look.

'What?' she asked him.

He said nothing as he raised the covers and peered down the bed.

'Marilyn laughed, 'You're not going to see anything...... not yet anyway. Give it another month or so!'



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