It all started when I was twenty nine living alone in my own apartment, having very few friends in my life, no close ones, just mainly acquaintances at work. My job, employed as a stock market analyst was very satisfying even though I was a backroom boy and never dealt with the clients. I studied the stock market to determine which shares would rise and which would fall then pass that information onto the two partners who would advise their clients to sell or buy. Although I say it myself I was very successful at predicting the markets trend.
There was sexual frustration in my life, partly satisfied by watching videos as I scanned through the porn sites, mainly weekends although some week nights. I was beginning to realize that my sexual preferences were beginning to change. I seemed to be concentrating more on mother son and mother daughter relationships and it wasn't the final sexual act that I found stimulating it was the seduction. The chase, the son pursuing the mother persuading her to fall in love with him so he could bed her. With the mother daughter I wasn't too concerned who pursued whom I just enjoyed the seduction and if there was satin involved so much the better. Even though I enjoyed them I wasn't so naΓ―ve as to think these videos weren't scripted, but there was always that thought that somewhere out there in real life it happens.
One Saturday night I was enjoying a video, well as much as you can when all these advertisements keep popping up of local ladies advertising their services. Just for a couple of seconds I was stunned when a picture of a woman appeared on the screen who was so much like my mother, I thought it was her. Listed as Evelyn sitting there in a blue satin dress with the top three buttons undone displaying the rather deep cleavage of her magnificent breasts with one side of the dress pulled up showing the top of her thighs. With her large breasts and wide hips she could have been my mother's twin sister, not quite identical but certainly a twin. In my eyes Evelyn was beautiful and looking sexy in that satin dress and I just sat there looking at her picture, the video forgotten, struggling in my mind whether to contact her or not. I watched the curser as it scrolled back and forth across a little 'Call Me' button on her web page, as if it had a mind of its own. According to the details on her advertisement she lived about five miles from me, suddenly the mouse took charge and with the curser hovering over the button clicked on it. You have to realize that my computer system was quite old and was not fitted with a web cam, which at that time I found a blessing. Suddenly on the screen there she was.
'Hello I'm Evelyn what should I call you?'
I was extremely nervous in fact I was shaking. I typed.
'Dan my names Dan Richards.'
'Well Dan I can't see or hear you.'
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No sorry I don't have a web cam or a microphone'
I thought that would be the end of our conversation, but no.
'Well that makes things a little difficult but it's not the end of the world. May I ask you a few questions?'
'Yes of course'
I was beginning to calm down and able to get a better look at Evelyn, she looked just like her picture and was wearing the blue satin dress, looking like she was sitting on her bed in the bedroom. It could have been a film set of course.
'How old are you Dan?'
'29'
'Are you married?'
'No'
'Do you live with someone?'
'No'
'Do you have a girlfriend?'
'No'
'Do you have a boyfriend?'
'No, certainly not.'
'So how do you get your kicks?'
'Mainly from porn sites'
'So what do you like watching?'
I told her about surfing through the porn sites and the mother son, mother daughter videos I like watching.
'What about your parent's, are you close, do they live near you?'
'My father died about ten years ago my mother lives on her own about 200 miles away I phone her every week and visit one weekend in every month.'
'Who moved away from whom?'
Evelyn was so easy to talk to, if you consider typing, talking, I knew the whole story was going to come out sooner or later so it might just as well be sooner.
'I had a girlfriend in high school, Helen, we stayed together through college, and it seemed inevitable that we would marry, everyone was expecting it. I thought I loved her, I thought she loved me, so we got married. After 18 months I realized that I had made a big mistake by marrying her, not that it was her fault, it was me it was how I felt. So I made up my mind to remain married because I thought she loved me. Three years after our marriage I found out she was having an affair with a partner from a rival company who, compared with my circumstances was rich. It turned out that she had the same mind set as I did and only stayed with me because she thought I loved her. Eventually we divorced and the only fortunate thing about it was, we never had any children. Our divorce was not very amicable, I got blamed, she kept the house I found a job elsewhere, in this area and moved here. At first even my mother took Helen's side that was one of the reasons why I moved away. After a while she realized that she had made a big mistake and apologized.'
'And how is your relationship with your mother now?'
'It's great, I phone her on a weekly basis and visit one weekend in every month. During my visits we do everything together, we go out to restaurants, see a show, whatever it takes.'
'So now what would you like me to do?'
'What would I like you to do? I don't really know I've never done this before can you give me some idea of some the things people ask you to do?'
'Well first of all would you like to meet I could come to your place or you could come to mine?'
I didn't know what to say I was lost for words and it seemed that the silence went on for hours although it was probably only a few seconds. Evelyn spoke first.
'From your reaction you probably don't think that's a good idea, then what would you like to see me do, how about if I take my dress off?'
I thought that was a great idea and told her so. She stood up pulled the hem of her dress up to just above mid-thigh then sat down again then began to unbutton her dress starting with the fourth button from the top. When the fourth button was undone she looked just like her picture showing a deep cleavage, and a hint of a filly blue bra matching her dress. By the time she had unbuttoned the dress down to her waist her blue satin bra was fully exposed with both of her magnificent breasts trying to jump out. Every time she moved these two jiggled appearing to be working their way out, but that was just wishful thinking and a little wild imagination. She eased her arms out of the dress and let fall down to her waist sitting their almost topless inducing little jerks encouraging her breast to wiggle and jiggle about.
After a few minutes she stood up and eased the dress over her hips allowing it to fall and pool around her feet then sat back down on the bed. Her matching blue satin panties were slipped over a matching garter belt holding up her nylons. Detaching both clips from one stocking Evelyn slowly rolled the stocking off her leg then carried out the same procedure with the second stocking, finally unhooking and removing the garter belt. I sat there desperate for her to remove her panties; instead she open a drawer took out a white satin chemise. Just before slipping it on she turned her back to me and I watched as she unhooked and removed her bra, then as she turned to face me she slipped the chemise over her head then sat back down on the bed. I caught a glimpse of those breasts for about a second and wished for more.
'Now if this is your first time at doing anything like this, there must be some significant reason why you picked me?'
I explained about my initial shock when I first saw her picture and the likeness to my mother in every way and that my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see her in the flesh so to speak rather than a picture.
'So now you have seen me and in the flesh what is your opinion do you still think I look like your mother?'
'Even more so you could be her twin sister.'
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Now let me get this right, you are currently looking at mother and son porno sites so does that mean you are in love with your mother?' There was a long silence I was too shocked to answer.
'I'll take that as a yes. Have you slept with her?'
I almost shouted no.
'No.'
'Would you like to sleep with her?' For the first time since I was a teenager I knew I wanted my mother in an inappropriate way, I would have preferred not to, but I was not in control of my emotions.
'Yes.'
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