Author's Note: This is my first attempt writing pretty much anything (as an adult) and definitely my first time writing anything like this. All characters are over 18. Please keep criticism constructive.
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Natalie Martin had a fetish. Her husband called it one, at the very least. But he would, then, since he was her fetish. Or rather, Martin men were.
It had started when Lee had first brought her home to meet his parents. She had stayed with the Martins for three weeks during the holidays when she was 18. In those two weeks, Anthony Martin seduced her. She loved Lee, but had not been able to deny the sexual animal Anthony had brought out in her. The solution, of course, was to trick Lee into joining their games. And so by the end of her stay with the Martin men, she had developed a hunger that could only be sated pressed between the two.
James had always known of the arrangement between his parents and grandfather. He supposed they'd tried to keep it from him at some point in his youth, but you could only happen upon your mother and grandfather snogging in dark corners or empty rooms so many times without knowing something was amiss. So James had come into his adult life very much aware of his mother's desire for Martin men, and very much determined to be added to that list.
He didn't know when his feelings for her had become sexual. They had been for so long that he simply had no concept. Away at boarding school, he had dated girls who reminded him of her. Blonde, aristocratic, sensual. But those girls had only served to make him want the real thing more. And so on the day after his 18th birthday, he asked his father for a night with her. Lee had looked at him for a long moment before smirking.
"I will allow it if she wants it, but know that if it continues after tonight, your grandfather and I will be joining you. She is our pet, after all."
James nodded slowly, "Thank you, Father. I understand. Will you see to it that she is expecting me?"
"I will," Lee laughed. "I am sure she will be delighted at the prospect."
And so James found himself on the threshold of his mother's room that evening, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Oh, he wanted it. And had no idea that his mother would make this the best night of his life to date. But could he live up to his own fantasies? He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
And immediately stopped in his tracks.
"I've been waiting for you, James, darling," his mother purred.
She was reclined in the center of her bed, one hand rubbing the outside of her blue lacy knickers and the other teasing a nipple through a matching peekaboo bra. He was instantly hard.
Seeing the deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, she pulled her hands away from her body and sat up, patting the bed next to her. "Shut the door, and come talk to me for a moment."
His erection led the way to the bed, where he sat down awkwardly. Three inches away from his nearly naked mother and she wanted to talk. Great.
"Look at me, James." His eyes went immediately to her generous cleavage. "My face, James," she said amusedly.
His grey eyes met her own. He might look like a carbon copy of his father, but he had his mother's grey eyes. Comforted, he released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Now," Natalie used her
I am the mother here, don't argue with me
voice, "What are we doing here, James?"
He snorted. "I thought Father would have explained that bit when he told you I would be coming by your rooms."
Natalie's eyes narrowed at her son, "Just because I've decided to let you fuck me doesn't give you the right to be an ass, James. Answer the question. Why this? My arrangement with your father and grandfather is no secret, but this is different. You're my son. I have thought about the ramifications of this and decided I was okay with them, but have you? Have you thought about what would happen after you've had sex with your own mother?"
"Not much," James admitted, looking at his hands. "I know that I've wanted this for as long as I can remember. And now that I am old enough, I wanted it to be a reality."
James' eyes cut to his mother, "Before you can ask why again, does there have to be a reason? Just as how you're attracted to Martin men, can't I be attracted to you? You're one of the sexiest women I know. And aren't all boys supposed to secretly desire their mothers? I've simply decided that it shouldn't be a secret any longer."
Natalie laid her hand atop his, "Yes, but what about after? I admit, I want you. You look so much like your father and grandfather that when your father told me of your request saying no never crossed my mind. But do you really want this, James?"
Her fingers had begun to trace patterns on his forearm. His flagging erection began to return.
He laughed and gestured to the bulge in his trousers. "I think we can both see that I do. I don't know that this will go anywhere past tonight. Father mentioned... I am not sure if I can actively be a part of whatever you have with them. But tonight? Tonight I want."
Natalie's face lit up with a lascivious grin. "Then tonight you shall have, my darling." She slid her questing fingers to grip him through his trousers and pulled his head towards hers. She paused, hand rubbing the outline of his half hard cock, with her lips half an inch from his. His eyes met hers and widened slightly at the lust he found there.
