An hour or so later, David was in his bedroom and had once more put down his history textbook. Trying to revise while his sexy Mother was downstairs was impossible. He couldn't quit revision completely, but having his Mom wearing a tight red sweater, an even tighter red skirt and high heels as she was tidying up the house was quite the distraction.
At least she was happy, David thought. He could tell this by the fact that her favourite CD of Disney classics was squeaking through the kitchen. June, his Mom, was indeed whistling while she was working.
So the young man attempted to get his mind straight. For the past two nights he had witnessed his Mother lock herself in their kitchen cupboard, somewhere he had never bothered to go into, let alone have found any special significance. Inside she had proceeded to masturbate while fantasising about him using a few simple bondage items and a large dildo to do so. Earlier this morning she had eschewed her normal smart, pretty look in favour of baggy jeans and jumper. David had put his foot down (much to his own surprise as well as June's) and she had changed into the tight, sexy ensemble she was now wearing. So David drew two conclusions: a) she wanted him sexually and b) she enjoyed being told what to do.
These were hard conclusions to come to. David didn't consider himself to be an overly imaginative person when it came to the opposite sex, let alone something involving his own Mother! Yet, here she was, seemingly sexually available to him. He tried to imagine him ordering her to suck his cock. It seemed ridiculous and yet the thought of his Mother lowering herself to her knees as he stood in his bedroom, watching her unzip his fly and pull out his prick began to make his real cock swell.
It all came down to what would incur the least risk. If an all-out sexual push impossible, then simply getting her to do what he asked might be a way forward. Liking this idea, David picked up his Classical History book, examined the cover and decided upon a plan.
In the kitchen, June was back to her usual busy self. The washing-machine whirled, the crockery was all back in its rightful place and coffee was brewing once more. She looked out of the window to her garden as the birds sang. She couldn't tell if the birdsong was for real or from the Disney CD.
She had spent the morning too mulling over her current position. She was excited that David had told her to dress smartly and while she was acutely aware that her skirt was a little shorter than normal, she was glad that it made him happy. She also knew that he had spied on her little nighttime activities in the kitchen cupboard. It had happened at least last night, maybe more.
He knows I fantasize about him, she thought. So why had that guilt she'd had this morning vanish so quickly?
Because you like this- no, you love this, came the answer in her head.
With the sound of David approaching, June busied herself at the counter once more. She turned and smiled as sweetly as she could as he came in.
"Hi there, do you want some more coffee?"
"Sure, thanks, Mum."
As David sat down he watched his Mum work. She deliberately chose a mug that was at the top of the kitchen shelves. Standing on tip-toes in her red heeled mules she reached up, causing her skirt to lift invitingly a few more inches and David caught a glimpse of the stockingtops he had seen her adjust a few hours earlier. His cock pulsed at the sight. June turned back to him as she sprinkled coffee into the mug.
"So what is it today? Still history?"
"Um, yes. Households of ancient Greece."
June placed the coffee mug in front of her Son and sat down opposite him. He couldn't help but notice the pleasing *swishing* noise her stockings made as she crossed her long legs.
"So how much's a Grecian earn?" asked June, giggling as she raised her mug.
"Very funny. It's actually about the different roles of men and women in society. Did you know, the men would often go off to fight leaving their Sons in charge of the household?"
"Wow, that's some responsibility if you're a young man."
"Probably better than going to die on some rock."
June smiled and then *swish* recrossed her legs.
"So I suppose the women were, well, no better than slaves, hmm?"
"Well not quite, Mothers and Daughters of the household weren't slaves themselves but the Son would have the overall say in what happened in the house."
June toyed with her pearl necklace. "I see, just like you do with my outfits, now, eh?"
Her Son coughed, realising he was going a little red in the face. "I expect so yes. Household pride was very important to the Sons. It would reflect well on him."
June put her mug down and then stood up.
"Do you need to inspect me again, Sir?"
For a second David was struck dumb, and then carefully, quietly spoke. "Yes, I do."
June smoothed herself down and then, reverting to her slow, sexy walk click-clacked down the kitchen.
"Stop," commanded David. "Turn."
The sexy Mother did as she was told. Smiling that sweet, motherly smile as she spun about and met his gaze.
At that moment, the noise of the washing machine grew louder as it entered its spin cycle. David suddenly had a very wicked idea. He instructed his Mother to stand with her back to the machine, placing both hands on it.
Wide-eyed, June did as he commanded. Facing in towards the kitchen she placed both hands on the spinning machine and rested her butt, sheathed in the short red skirt against it too. The effect was instant. The whole of June's body began to vibrate with the spinning machine. Placing one heeled foot in the other to steady herself, the machine jiggled her whole body as David looked on, grinning.
June didn't dare speak, she wanted her Son to enjoy the show, wanted him to get a good look at his sexy, submissive Mother. Her breasts shook in front of her as she grinned back at her Son. it was all David could do to stop himself masturbating there and then. While he resisted the urge June imagined him stroking his cock in front of her, delighting in the outrageous jiggling of her body, ready to let his streams of semen coat her immaculately dressed body.
David was imagining those luscious legs wrapped around his own naked body, as he lifted his Mom up against the vibrating machine, his cock pounding in and out of her as she screamed "Sir! Yes, Sir!" at the top of her voice. He was strong and she was compliant, willing, wet and ready. Her tongue danced his mouth as her tits jumped against his chest. His hands gripped the dark nylon of her legs and the pale flesh of her butt. The room spun and their bodies quaked.
It took both of them to realise the spin cycle was coming to an end. David blinked at the kitchen clock, almost five whole minutes had passed since his Mother had stood up. Both seemed to blinking the kitchen back into reality. David immediately stood and walked over to June and, as quickly as he could, wrapped his arms around her to give her a hug. She melted into him, half through desire, half from the effects of the washing machine. He hugged her tight, revelled in perfume, her warmth.
Pulling back from her, but still keeping his arms around her waist he told her "Congratulations, Mum, you passed inspection."
June laughed and then kissed him on the cheek, still a little daze.
"Thank you, baby- I mean, Sir." June pulled back and then attempted to compose herself a little. "I need to call Mrs Grace, I think she's expecting that new sampler I promised them tomorrow."
"OK," James nodded and the couple parted.
Minutes later James forgot to regulate his own moaning and cried out as he came in the bathroom upstairs. June managed to half-cover the telephone receiver that had a concerned Mrs Grace on the other end.
"Revision's really taking its toll." June explained.
That evening David found himself turning down an invitation to go to the pub with Edward. He was drawn to his Mother, wanting to see where their games would take them next, besides his Mother was sure to return to the cupboard tonight.
The lamps in the living room provided subdued light as David lay on the floor still idly trying to pick up the passage he had read in his revision book for the fifth time. The object of his distraction sat in the chair opposite. June picked at another thread in the sampler she had promised to make while around her items of sewing equipment littered the chair and floor. She rested the cotton reel on her lap giving David an unobscured view of her black nyloned legs and lap that shone in the lamplight.
June looked down at her Son fidgeting on the carpet in front of her, still trying to read.
"Why don't you give it a rest for now?" June asked.
David tossed the book away to one side. "OK!" He flopped down by his Mother's feet and spent a moment looking at her pretty toes framed in the mules and black stockings.
"Hold this," said June passing him part of the sampler. David did so. June focused on her work. "So have you decided yet?"
