This is a follow up to J's submission of Mom Susan's forced seduction by her scheming son. 'A son's guide to seduction'.
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I couldn't believe I had done it, I had fucked and made love to my beautiful sexy mother, I had teased and taunted her to go along with my wicked (to her) plan.
It had taken me lots of thought, much bravery, and a great deal of scheming. For her part, she hadn't wanted to go along with it, but my blackmail ruse, which I would never ever have gone through with, had convinced her that her salvation lay in doing what I wanted. But I know, and she knows too, that I had made her cum, she hadn't been able to deny it, or keep it from me, but most of all, she, had been unable to keep it from herself.
Mom never knew that I saw the satisfied look on her face as she left my room. She had deleted the photos and mail addresses from my PC but what she didn't know, was that I had backed them up on a disk.
The following days, she was cool towards me, but her attitude had changed, I think she viewed me in a more adult way, in her eyes I had gone form her boy, to a man.
I had wanked for two weeks over what had happened and the memory of my mother submitting. So I went into town bought some things for her. I bought a pair of sheer nylon stockings in soft light red, I wanted it all to match the red heels I had bought her, and which I knew she loved.
Also I bought a gorgeous, cock tingling suspender belt in the same matching colour. A skimpy thong, and a lacy bra, all in the same simple light shade of pastel red. And to top it all off, a sheer see through nightie, with no fastenings or belt.
And the all knowing shop assistant offered to show me the kind of lipstick my 'girlfriend' will love, to go along with my purchases. I could hardly wait to see mum in them and in my bed again, wearing them for me, just for me.
But just for good measure, the girl on the counter gave me her phone number, just in case me and my girl ever parted?
I returned home, but I was a little scared, I love my mom so much, and hurting her was killing me, but I loved her as a man would love his woman too! My misgivings far were outweighed by my needs for her.
I had installed a brand new video camera when she was in my bed, and we made love. She didn't know I was filming us. I would get some terrific prints from them I knew, and oh boy, the film had me jerking off wholesale!
So I pondered my plan, and hopefully it would cement my hold over her, and again hopefully, she would eventually become a more than willing participant in our love making.
I boxed the sexy underwear in red satin, tied with a lovely red bow ribbon. Also in the box was a bright red rose, and 10 very explicit photos, just to remind her. And also the list of e mail addresses, including my uncles, so she would know where I was coming from. I had no idea what her reaction to this further blackmail would be, but I hoped I would survive it, and get her into my bed again.
My mother is just so beautiful and sexy, 37 years old; looks half that age, soft lovely hair, a beautiful loving face, skin like soft satin, that did men's, and boys heads in! Her 5ft 9" in height gives her an air of superiority, aloofness, and cool demeanour.
I know some of my friends drooled over her and some of their dad's friends too. And some of dad's friends did openly when they were here for various reasons. I must confess, I would have been surprised to learn none had tried to get her. But if someone had been successful in any way, I had no inkling of it.
So today was the day I would make my second attempt on my mum. I wasn't too happy with myself, but it had to be done, I had to have her again, and this time for good, and if hell had me, I would not give up now.
I had heard her in the shower; I took the wrapped box to her bedroom and hid it. After I listened to her returning to her bedroom, I sent her a text.
It said, 'Mum, there is a present for you in the back of your panty drawer, have a look, and see what you think?'
A text came straight back.
'Where are you?' it read.
'I'm in my bedroom.' I wrote.
When she opened the parcel, she would know for certain why I was there, and what I was wanting.
Silence!
I waited, and waited, what was she doing?
My phone buzzed, it was a text from her.
'Darling these are beautiful, but why?'
'Why?' I thought, 'Why what?' I answered her.
More silence, I hadn't anticipated this. I was getting more and more nervous. 'Come on mum?' I wished to myself.
Buzz! 'Why are you doing this?'
'Because I have to mum.' I wrote. 'I love you.'
Buzz. 'You don't know the meaning of that!'
'I do, I proved it to you didn't I?'
Buzz 'You made me have sex with you, you blackmailed me!'
Fuck! Where was this going?
Then I heard not the tip tap of her shoes that I desired, it was the thud thud of heavy feet, and they were on their way to my bedroom.
The door opened, in came my mother, with a face like thunder.
'What is wrong with you, you perverted fuck!' she shouted. She threw the photos at me. Her beautiful eyes were even more beautiful as they flashed at me.
She wasn't wearing the things I had bought her, just her bathrobe it seemed.
'You loved it when you were in here that last time mum, I know you did, I saw it on your face.' I said defensively.
'That wasn't really me!'
'Yes it was mum, I know it was.'
She turned and left.
'Oh fucking hell!' I admonished myself, 'you have blown it now you goon!'
I tried a different tack. I sent her another text.
I was in the last chance saloon now!
'Have you tried the underwear mum?' I asked. 'Have you got them on?' I texted.
Buzz 'Yes, they are so beautiful, but, you are blackmailing me into this again, aren't you?'
'You are blackmailing me into this again?' She had written that! Was she going to give in?
I pondered my answer for a moment, and then wrote.
'I suppose I am mum, I'm waiting for you.' This was the acid test now.
More silence.
She could be in no doubt now about what I was up to, and what I wanted. Ten minutes went by. I was about to give up and concede defeat.
I was laid in my bed, naked and cock in hand. I knew that if I heard that tip tap of her heels on the boards again, it would jerk to life in a flash.
Just as I was about to get up, get dressed and disappear from the house to avoid her. I heard her door open, then that wondrous tip tap of heels! She was coming to me; my prick flooded with blood and was rock hard in a moment.
I listened as she paused outside my door. I quickly pressed the button to activate the camera for next time, if I was to need it again. Then it opened, in stepped that red shoe, and a long leg and thigh, wearing a light red stocking, and my first view of the clip of suspender, then mum was in my room walking towards me.
She looked fabulous; her soft hair resting on her smooth shoulders the swell of her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her heart shaped lips painted lightly in the pastel lip stick. I couldn't help but utter a guttural noise that stuck in the back of my throat.
'How do I look, you perv?' she asked softly, but her eyes were flashing what looked like anger.
'Mum, you are utterly stunning,' I whispered, as I slid across my bed, indicating for her to get in with me.
'You shouldn't be doing this to me. I am your mother, you are forcing me again, and I will not allow myself to willingly go along with this!'
'You did last time mum.' I said coyly.
'That's because it took me by surprise, not because I wanted to.' she said.
I had slid the single sheet back off me as I moved. I was on full view.
Her eyes drifted to my turgid prick, proud and tall, hard and thick, strong and powerful. It looked like it was waving to her, under its own power. It and I were waiting for the delights of her body. I was going to win this battle, victory would be mine, and she would be mine. There was nothing I wasn't prepared to do to win her now.
I saw blood surge to her pouty quivering lips, as she looked at it, they were now blood red too, under the pastel lipstick I had given her! Her high boned cheeks reddened, her beautiful face followed suit. Her eye lids fluttered. She was turning herself on, I could see it, and she couldn't help it!
Her tiny hands balled into fists, and then relaxed.
'Come on mum,' I whispered, and patted the bed.
She slid down and slowly lay next to me. I pulled her into my arms, I waited, I was not going to rush this. She made no move to me though; I knew I had to be slow and easy.
I gave her time to relax, how? I don't know, because all I wanted to do was get my prick into her again. But the more I forced myself to wait, the stronger I became.
I was turned toward her, so I cupped her breast, squeezed a nipple, which I found was already hard and fully distended.