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Chapter 10

Walt's sorted through the selection of various colored silk boxers his mother placed in his underwear drawer. The note sitting on top of the pile read,

"Just these, nothing else."

He brushed his teeth and took the quickest shower of his life and after toweling dry, he decided not to cover his stump with a sock.

He was already starting to get an erection in anticipation of what he hoped was to come. It rose to full staff when he pulled the silk shorts up over his waist and felt their erotic softness against his skin. He was having trouble keeping himself from slipping out through the fly so he lowered the waistband a little down over his hips to trap his erection between it and his belly.

Satisfied that he was not going to leave his room with a beacon waving in front of him, he opted to not use his wheelchair but walked back out into the family room on his crutches.

Peggy's heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest while she was getting dressed for her son. The nagging doubts of whether or not she should go through with her seduction kept tickling the back of her mind. She brushed them aside with the reasoning that they were both mature adults and that they loved each other.

"I love him, I want this and I know he wants it too," she said as she smoothed a nylon stocking up over her thigh. She was satisfied with her quick examination of herself in the mirror before hurrying out into the family room to get there before he did.

Walt stopped just inside the doorway. The drapes were closed and the room was dimly lit. There was just enough light to see the most beautiful creature he had ever seen waiting for him.

"Hello, sweetheart," she said in a timid voice. "I like your new shorts."

"Mom?" he said in a voice choked with emotion. "My God, you look absolutely beautiful."

They both moved towards the center of the room and stood facing each other. Peggy stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips but her trembling insides proved that she was not as confident as she appeared to be.

Walt balanced on his crutches and stared at the vision that stood before him. It was his mother but, then again, it was someone else. She looked fifteen years younger with her bangs over her forehead and her dark hair framing her face but not hiding the little earrings glittering on her ears.

She was wearing a black, halter-top dress with a full skirt and a wide belt around her waist. The sides of the halter-top were cut very low and he could see the swell of her breasts pushing out from behind the fabric. She stood tall on legs barely hidden by her whisper-sheer, black nylons that ended in spike-heeled, black patent-leather pumps.

She turned a little towards the side and he could see that the dress was totally backless with only her tanned skin showing down to her waist.

"You like?" she asked and did a complete turn so he could see everything.

"I like," he croaked out. "Mom, you're a vision from my dreams."

"Or, maybe from one of your magazines?" she giggled and stepped closer to him.

Taking his crutches, she put them together and lay them across the arms of Martin's chair.

"You won't need those," she said and wrapped her arms around his back to balance him against her.

Her high heels brought her up to almost exactly his height and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head and wet her lips in preparation for him to kiss her.

"Oh, mom," Walt sighed and moved to kiss her.

"Peggy," she whispered an instant before their lips touched. "Call me Peggy, please."

Chapter 11

Peggy couldn't remember kissing for that long a time since she was in high school. The feeling of Walt's lips on hers and his tongue playing in her mouth made her head swim. Both of them had their hands all over each other's backs and bottoms. He tried to slip his hand down under her dress from the back but the tight belt around her waist stopped him.

She didn't have the same problem and was able to run her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Afraid of going too far too fast, she stopped when her fingers reached the top of his cheeks. She elicited a groan from him when she gently scratched the top of his crease with her fingernails.

Their groins ground together and she could feel his erection pushing against her belly. She tried to lift herself up on her toes so she could move it down between her legs but she was afraid they would lose their balance and fall.

After what seemed like an hour, they finally broke their kissing and studied each other for a moment before they both burst out into laughter.

"You look like you washed your face with lipstick and spit," she said.

"Look who's talking," he replied and licked her face.

She reciprocated and soon their mouths and tongues were back to tasting each other.

"Can we sit somewhere," he asked. "My leg is getting tired."

"Here, sit on the sofa," she suggested and helped balance him while he hopped the few steps to it.

"Come here," he said and pulled her down beside him.

Peggy rolled over on her hip and plastered herself against him. She rained little kisses all over his face and neck before she moved down to his chest. Walt loved the feeling of her hair entwined in his fingers while she licked and sucked on his little nipples.

"God, I never knew that felt so good," he groaned when she nipped him. "No wonder women like it."

Raising her head to look him in the eye, she showed him a fake look of anger and asked, "And just whose nipples have you sucked before?"

Getting into the game, he replied, "Only my mother's when I was a little baby. I wish she were here with me now so I could do it again."

"Maybe she'll come by later," she husked. "Let me up."

Walt released her and she stood in front of the sofa. Bending over she offered him a tantalizing look at the inside slope of her breasts through the front of her dress. Reaching out, he ran his hands up her sides and under the halter of her dress. She gasped when his hands reached their goals and he weighed them with his hands.

Peggy closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensation of her son's fondling. After a few moments, she reached down and pulled him by the waist towards the front edge of the sofa.

"Sit out here," she urged him and moved several sofa pillows behind his back to support him.

When she tried to straighten back up, Walt pulled her towards him and kissed her again.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips. "I love you Peggy Mom."

Peggy's knees got weak when he called her that and she intensified the kiss to let him know that she liked it.

"Thank you," she whispered back against his lips. "I love you too."

Standing in front of him, she moved so that she was straddling his legs before putting her hands on his shoulders. She swayed her body back and forth in invitation and his hands moved to her legs.

"Oh, that feels good," he said as he felt the nylon covering her. "So sexy."

"That's why I wore them," she giggled. "Just like in your magazines."

"Have you been snooping in my drawers," he said in mock anger. "I'll have to spank you for that."

"Oh no, please good sir, don't spank me," she said and wiggled her hips.

"I'll have to punish you somehow," he said and moved his hands up behind her thighs to the tops of her stockings.

Peggy tensed her thighs and arched her body closer to him as he carefully searched up her legs until he found the beginning swell of her naked cheeks.

"You're a bad girl, you're not wearing any underwear," he declared.

"Oh, yes I am, good sir," she said.

Walt's hands hesitated for a moment before reaching higher until he found the tiny waistband of her g-string panties.

"Holy shit, mom! That's hot!" he exclaimed.

Peggy bent her knees and spread her legs farther apart when Walt moved one of his hands to the inside of her thigh. He smoothed down her leg almost to her knee then moved back up to the top of her stocking.

He could feel the heat of her sex on the backs of his fingers when he crept up her leg and closed in on her pussy. He could feel his mother trembling with anticipation and he decided not to tease her any more.

When the backs of his fingers rubbed against the wet nylon pouch covering her pussy, Peggy emitted a long groan and pulled his head tightly against her belly.

"Yes, oh God, yes," she whimpered.

Walt couldn't believe what was happening. His dream of touching his mother's pussy had come true. He found the edge of the tiny bit of cloth that protected her charms and running his fingers under it, he felt her pubic hair.

He could tell that she was almost beside herself with lust and he worried that she was going to collapse to the floor. Grasping her hips, he turned her body and gently let her down onto the sofa cushion next to him. She immediately lifted one leg and rested her high-heeled shoe on the sofa.

Walt watched as she opened herself to his touch and he wasted no time in cupping her sex with his hand. Peggy moaned and lifted her bottom up off of the sofa to give him even more access to her heat.

His fingers were now under the fabric of her panties and sliding up and down her slippery lips. He felt her tense when he reached the nadir. Pausing for a moment, he inserted the tip of his middle finger between them and ever so slowly started to edge it upward.

A moan escaped her mouth and grabbing his head, she pulled it to her and pressed her soft and wet lips to his mouth. Holding his face with her hands she let out a continuous moan and held their motionless lips together. It was as if she were frozen in time, waiting for him to pleasure her.

He didn't want to disappoint her so he continued his upward movement, separating her lips and dragging her lubrication along with his finger. As soon as he touched her clitoris, she pulled away from his face and buried her head in the crook of his neck.

The moan got louder and then became words, "I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming!"

Tearing herself away from him, she braced her shoulders against the back of the sofa and straightened her body until it was rigid. Walt continued to pleasure her with the pad of his middle finger circling her little bud. He watched her face as her orgasm peaked and her body trembled with first the tension and then the release.

"Oh, honey, baby, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh my, baby."

Walt continued to play with her until she pleaded for him to stop.

"Sweetheart, stop, please stop," she begged him. "I'm too sensitive down there. I can't stand it."

Squeezing her thighs together, she pulled at his arm with both hands.

"Baby, please. Please baby, stop, please."

Walt let her pull his hand out from under her dress and they held each other until she calmed down a little. His heart was bursting with a feeling of pride that he had given his mother so much pleasure.

At the same time, his own arousal had not been satisfied and he needed to do something about it. While his mother sat with her face buried in his shoulder, he disengaged one hand and squeezed his erection sticking out of his fly. Slowly stroking himself he was trying to decide whether to finish on the sofa or to wait until he got back to his room.

Peggy felt his arm moving and she immediately knew what he was doing.

"Oh, my baby. Did mommy leave you all excited?" she whispered into his ear. "Here, let mommy fix that for you, OK?"

She placed her hand on top of his and stroked along with him for a moment or two. Insinuating her fingers under his, she took over and gently palmed his erection. Finding the lubrication seeping out of him, she rubbed it with her thumb and spread it down and around his crown to heighten his pleasure.

Walt leaned his head back against the sofa and groaned with the sensations of what his mother was doing for him. Peggy raised her head and looked down at what she had in her hand. As she continued to stroke him, she knew that they had moved their relationship to another plateau and that they would never be able to go back.

He touched her cheek and she could smell herself on his hand. The scent of her own private musk inflamed her and she increased the speed of her hand.

"Slower, mom, slower. Make it last," he begged.

His hand fumbled under her dress as he attempted to pull her panties off. Releasing her hold on him, she reached under her dress and raising her hips, she slid them down and off of her legs. There wasn't much to them but she shifted them around in her hand until the slickly wet pouch that had been covering her sex now covered her fingers.

A wicked thought crossed her mind and raising her panty-covered hand to his face, she caressed it with the wet fabric. Walt noisily inhaled her scent and taking hold of her hand he kissed it through the fabric of the crotch.

Peggy returned to masturbating him but she now used her panties to caress him. She could feel him lurching in her hand as she increased the speed of her stroking.

"Mom, mom, I'm cumming," he gasped. "I'm cumming."

Peggy concentrated on the head as she continued to stroke him until he stiffened and a jet of semen filled the panty pouch. Cupping his crown with her fingers, she gently rubbed him around his ridge and was rewarded as jet after jet of his essence overflowed into and over her hand and panty.

Continuing to hold him, she alternately squeezed and released the pressure on him as he came down from his orgasm. They kissed again, with less frenzy than before but with all of the passion that they could pour into each other.

"I love you, mom," he said into her hair. "I love you so much it hurts."

Suddenly, a feeling of guilt and remorse flooded Peggy and tears started to run down her face. He heard her sob and he felt her tears wetting his cheek.

Looking into her eyes, he said, "It's OK, mom. It's OK, I wanted it too."

"I'm terrible and wicked," she sobbed. "You're my son and I should know better."

"You know that I love you and I know that you love me. That's all that matters. There's no wickedness in what we have done. There is only love."

Peggy's sobbing slowed and she allowed him to kiss her again.

"This was the best date I've ever had," he proclaimed to lighten the mood. "And I don't even have to drive you home."

She laughed at his joke and smiled through her tears, "Thank you, sweetheart. That makes me feel better but I still have a lot of thinking to do."

"Don't think too much," he suggested. "I wouldn't want you to think your way out of this."

"We'd better get up and get changed. I don't know what time he'll be back."

Walt struggled to his feet and stood there while Peggy retrieved his crutches.

Once he had them set under his arms, she hugged him again and they shared a sweet kiss before going to their respective bedrooms.