Katherine looked at the clock by her bed... it was past one am. Sleep was eluding her, she couldn't stop reflecting on the past few days. Following the new red stilettos being brought home, an event that had propelled her and her Son, Alex to explosive masturbatory sessions, she had done her best to calm the situation down. The shoes had stayed in their box in her bedroom, still powerful, an aura around the box... an aura she couldn't help noticing each time she entered the room. She was well aware that if she put them on, an incredible climax wouldn't be far behind. She didn't dare rush things, the sexual excitement she had felt wearing them that first evening was still resonating through her body! Days later, it was intense as when she had worn them. The temptation to put them on was so strong that Katherine - not wanting to become an addict, had to keep on repeating to herself that too much of a good thing could be bad for her. Of course, she knew well from experience that shopping for shoes WAS the best way to cure a woman's depression! But she hadnt been aware that wearing shoes really could become a drug.
In the meantime, Alex had been spending most of the past few days in his room. He would come down for meals, but during them he seemed somehow distant, seemingly in some other place. Katherine suspected why; she had heard his loud moaning whenever he was masturbating in his room! And it been happening night after night. It kept her awake, it made her feel weak between her legs. Each one of his moans making her feel more and more wet between her legs, making her... oh my god, making her touch herself between her legs. Every night, following the sounds from his room, Katherine would fight and lose a battle with herself. Each time allowing her hand to slide down, hesitantly start touching her pussy, only to end up moaning herself as her hand became insufficient and as she stopped to fish out her trusty dildo from the chest of drawers by her bed. It was realistically shaped, like a strong, young cock. She couldn't understand why the word "young" always popped up when she took the dildo with her fingers, leading it to her neck, chin, lips, sucking on it like a woman possessed. Sliding the wet tip between her breasts and down to her pussy. No, not this evening. I cant. I shouldn't. I need to figure out what to do!
Shaking her head, Katherine wondered what in heavens name she ought to do with herself, with her son. She could hardly sit the poor lad down for a 'chat', but then she couldn't also allow him to spend all his time in his room brooding.
Those past few days Alex had spent his time in a cycle of eating, sleeping, wanking and swimming. The lithe young man still made sure he was getting his regular number of lengths in at the pool, however there was something that started to bother him simply because he couldn't understand it. His cock had definitely grown. Not "maybe", not "probably". It didn't "appear to have grown". It HAD grown! He hadn't bothered measuring it, he was beyond such teenage pastimes, but weighing it in his hands he was able to see that, yes, it was thicker and longer and not only that! He also knew what made it grow, incredible though it seemed! It had all happened with those few days since he had seen his Mother in those tight jeans and red stilettos. That sight was forever lodged in his brain, he simply couldn't stop thinking about it. Even in the water, doing his laps he would remember the sight and could feel his cock pulsing as the water rushed past it, his front crawl gaining pace as he thought about holding his Mother in his arms, those long legs wrapped around him, her generous breasts crushed against his chest as he thrust deep inside.
As Alex climbed out of the public pool he realised with some embarrassment that his cock was clearly outlined in the tight swimming shorts. A male lifeguard, standing by the pool, looked down at Alex's package, raised his eyebrows and smiled. Alex grew red in face and he rushed to the showers. As he let the cold water drip down his body, Alex considered his fantasies. He knew it wasn't normal, thinking about his Mother in such a way, but then the feeling he got from such thoughts was simply incredible. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was socially unnaceptable, the "mother of all taboos"! But he also knew that tryng not to think of his mother as a woman, as a sexually desirable woman, was a battle he had already lost. Each night, as he took his hard, young cock with his hand, it was his mother he was thinking about. The valley between her breasts, her legs, those incredible red shoes, the way she crossed her legs, the way she swept her hair back with her hand... The crimson layer of lipstick on her lips as she smiled at him. Even now under the cold shower, he was getting an erection! He dared not to talk to her properly, frightened he might blurt something out, about how sexy she looked. Those legs, those shoes. Shutting off the shower, Alex went to change.
Coming home, Alex walked up the stairs to find a white plastic sheet placed on the floor outside his room. Puzzled he opened the door to his room to see all his belongings, his desk, chair and bed all covered with white sheets. In the centre of the room was a ladder and half way up it was his Mother, his beautiful mother dressed in an old shirt tied just below her bust, and a pair of tight blue navy shorts, on her feet a pair of white ballet pumps. Hearing the door open, Katherine turned around and smiled at her Son.
"Daaaaahling! A cup of tea for mummy pleeeeeaseeee!"
Her voice was soft, loving, flirty, demanding, cajoling, seducing.
As he put the kettle on, Alex's mind could think of nothing but his mother's bum and legs in those incredibly tight shorts. His hands were making the tea, his mind was caressing Katherine's smooth legs! His cock had begin to harden again as he attended to the tea. He heard soft footsteps and turned to see his mother coming down the stairs, wiping flecks of white paint from her hands. She smiled at Alex again as she sat at the kitchen table.
"I decided to redecorate."
"So I see," replied Alex placing the tea mug in front of his Mother. He sat down at the table, right opposite her, hiding the fact but aware that his erection had already grown once more.
"I'm afraid it's going to take several days. So you'll have to sleep in the living room. I'm sorry son, I had meant to have it done before you returned from travelling, but you know how it is."
"Um, yes, Mum, sure."
"Your spare clothes are in my room, so if you need something... a..ny... thing... then just go for it."
Alex nearly choked on his tea. Shaking his head he put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice. The way his mother paused and pronounced the word "anything" had made his cock hurt!
"Sorry mother, it went down the wrong way."
Katherine nodded and smiled at her son once again.
"That is all right, Mummy understands. Oh, are you going out this evening Alex? No? Wonderful. I just thought that after a tiring day and all this decorating, I might enjoy a hot bath and some quality time with my handsome son."
Handsome... Why in heavens name did she say that, thought Alex. Sure, he was good looking, but why was his mother saying it?
Upstairs in Katherine's room later, Alex found himself looking for his clothes. They were in a pile stacked by her wardrobe. The young man crouched to pick up some clean underwear when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. Tucked in under his Mother's nightstand was a wooden chest, Alex frowned. He hadn't seen anything like that before in her bedroom. He paused, should he go looking through his Mother's things? Surely that would be wrong, especially the way he had been feeling and thinking about his mother lately. But something was drawing him to the box. Taking a deep breath, Alex decided to take a peek, comforting his conscience with the thought that the chest would probably be locked and that no harm could therefore happen anyway! He lifted the box out from under the nightstand and easily opened the wooden lid. He gasped. Inside were those shiny, sexy shoes his Mother had worn the other night. Glinting in the dim light of the bedroom, the shoes seemed to have an ethereal quality, almost as if they had a soft glow to them. Alex bit his lip and then slowly traced his finger along the leather. The touch, the feeling of his finger sliding along the smooth leather was electric.
Shaking his head, Alex swiftly closed the box and replaced it with his trembling hands. His cock pressed rigid against his shorts and he scurried out of his Mother's bedroom.
