This is an unashamed attempt at a 'stroke' story.
Enjoy it, if you like that sort of thing.
LB
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Ross heard her moving around in the bedroom above his head and knew that he had to act now. He had taken the tablets about an hour previously in preparation and despite his misgivings he could not delay any longer. He started the reluctant climb up the stairs with his tread slowed by the weight of the implications of what he was about to do ... something that no son should ever have to do.
He arrived at the landing and moved towards the bedroom door and opened it without knocking. She was seated at her vanity unit applying blusher to her cheeks with a wispy brush and gave a startled yelp and glared at him in the mirror.
"I thought I had brought you up better. You should knock before entering a lady's bedroom; I might have been undressed."
He looked at her clothing, what there was of it, and sneered.
"You are undressed. Look at you. There's more air than material if it's anything like your normal attire."
His mother glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction at what she saw.
"Yes, sweetie, this new dress gives just the appearance I was going for. Do you like?"
Ross ground his teeth in anger before launching his tirade.
"No, I don't fucking 'like'. You look like a hooker. I can see most of your tits and if the split in the front is anything like at the back ... well let's say I hope you had a Brazilian."
His mother was startled by his angry tone and pursed her lips in distaste.
"Please don't be so crude. This dress is designed to show of a woman's assets to attract ... well ... you know ... I need to do this ... it's my time of the month ... we've spoken about this before ... I need to go out and find a man. Since your father passed away, I have needs that ... umm ... aren't being met."
Ross snorted in derision.
"What you mean is that you need to go out and pick up some stranger to fuck you for two days whilst you ovulate ... like a bitch on heat."
His mother, Sophie, looked like she had been slapped and her voice was angry.
"Ross, I'm warning you. You're not too old at 22 for me to ground you. Will you please leave so I can finish getting ready? We'll talk about this in a few days when you have calmed down."
"When you've staggered back from wherever you've been shacking up you mean. At least when you play away, I don't have to listen to you screaming your head off to be fucked harder and deeper and longer for two days. I don't have to meet strangers coming out of the bathroom or hanging about in the kitchen ... this is my home too, you know. Do you know how embarrassing it was to meet ... what was his name Scott ... last month? For fuck's sake I went to school with his younger brother. Now all of my mates know that my Mum puts out for any young guy in the neighbourhood."
Sophie looked embarrassed.
"Yes, well, that was unfortunate. He looked older in the club and I thought because I'd gone up West that I wouldn't meet anyone who might know me ... mind you ... he was very ... err ... physical ... but moving on, will you get out, please."
"No!"
She looked surprised.
"What do you mean, no? Get out!"
"No! I'm not going and neither are you."
"I beg your pardon? You think I'm not going because you say so? You don't get to run my life you know. Your father tried it and look where that got him."
"Yeah, an early grave."
He took a deep breath. It was time.
"You are not going. Not because I say so but because you don't need to."
She looked at him in confusion.
"I'm sorry but I don't understand what you are saying. We have talked about this. Unfortunately, I get very horny when I ovulate and ... yes ... you used the expression 'bitch in heat' and I guess it is a sort of animalistic, primaeval thing when I'm at my most fertile. The end result is that I ... umm ...need sex and when your dad died ... well I needed an outlet."
"Yeah and look where that got you. Twice you've ended up with guys who've hurt you and there's been at least one case of ... well ... let's say I hope the medication worked."
He stopped and his demeanour changed and his face and voice softened.
"Mum, I worry about you. I know you have your 'needs' but it scares me that you could end up getting pregnant or meeting a serial killer or rapist and get very badly hurt ... or dead. I couldn't bare to lose you. I love you too much."
Sophie could not but be affected by the sincerity and smiled lovingly and stood up to hug her only son.
Ross stood and gazed at her as she moved towards him and had to admit she looked hot, very hot. The dress was essentially two bits of material running down her sides joined by criss-crossed ties down the front leaving lots of bare skin on display from her large boobs down to well below her navel at the front. The split at the back only had one tie, at the top, and showed skin all the way down to the crease of her buttocks and the band of her thong was on display. Short modesty panels covered her pussy and arse. Her toned and fit body was displayed to maximum effect and he had to admit that she looked very good for a 41-year old, she could pass for 10 years younger. His cock stirred in his trousers at the sight of her and he was glad that he had taken the pills.
Sophie saw the look on his face and smiled to herself as if Ross was looking like that then she would have guys eating out of her hand tonight.
"Oh, sweetie, don't worry. I'll be safe. I always make sure they use protection and I have my pepper spray and personal attack alarm."
She hugged him, being careful not to smudge her make-up or disturb her naturally platinum blonde hair done in an artfully messy bun. Ross put his arms around her and could feel her warm skin against his hands. The feel of her body and the smell of her perfume pumped more blood to his strengthening erection. He had lost his anger but not his resolve.
"No, Mum, you are not going out. I will sort it for you."
