Only Teasing

Only Teasing

by Pan

Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.

Chapter 6

I was laying on my bed, desperately trying to deep-throat a thick blue dildo as my son watched.

*I love showing off my body, and I love cumming in front of my son. It's only teasing.*

Giving head has always been one of my talents, and I've always enjoyed it.

*If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.*

I love teasing my son, masturbating in front of him and letting him watch me cum. I was *such* a cock-tease.

*It's totally harmless.*

But as I was almost choking on the fake cock, I realized something.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

My brow furrowed, and I slowly removed the dildo from my throat. It was covered in my saliva, and so I moved it between my legs, gasping as it entered me.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

There was no point in sucking on that fake cock - after all, I was trying to get off, not put on a show.

*I love cumming in front of my son.*

Within a few minutes, I was clenching around the blue toy, and Cecil had wandered off. I slipped on a teddy and went to find him.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex. Blow-jobs aren't sex. Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

When they'd impeached Clinton, that was what had gotten him off. In both senses. Blow-jobs *aren't* sex, otherwise he would have had to step down.

No, blow-jobs aren't sex.

*It's only teasing.*

I found Cecil in the den - he was laying back. His eyes were closed, but I could tell he was awake - it looked like he was concentrating really hard on something.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex. Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

*My son has needs.*

A smile crept across my face, and I realized: this was the perfect opportunity to tease him.

*I'm a hot bitch.*

I just loved teasing my son - it reminded me what a sexy woman I was. A few times now, I'd rubbed my son's cock through his pants - once to orgasm, with my feet, but mostly I'd bring him to the brink with my hands and then walk away.

*It's only teasing.*

I was always trying to find new and creative ways to tease him.

*I'm a hot bitch.*

I'd found a website that let me order lingerie online, and so I had new deliveries coming to the house every few days.

*If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural. My son is a healthy male.*

Just the day prior, instead of wearing a bra, I'd covered my breasts with whipped cream...

*My son has needs.*

...and then let him lick it off.

*It's only teasing.*

I loved feeling sexy again. Once you turn forty, it's like the world forgets you're a *woman*.

Well, not Cecil.

Not my son.

*It's completely harmless.*

I was so glad that we were close enough to tease each other like this. I loved my boy so much.

*My son has needs.*

And seeing him there, concentrating so hard - probably on school, poor dear - I knew exactly how I was going to tease him.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex. Blow-jobs aren't sex. Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

As I approached my son, his breathing got heavier. Whatever assignment he was mentally working on, whatever problem he was trying to solve, it sure seemed like a tricky one.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex. It's only teasing. It's totally harmless.*

He didn't even stir as I reached up one of the legs of his baggy shorts, and wrapped my hand around his cock. My eyes widened as I realized what I was doing...this was my *son*, and I was touching his bare cock...

*I'm such a cock-tease.*

I smiled - I was touching his bare cock.

*It's only teasing.*

I frowned - he was so worked up already...

*My son has needs.*

My son has needs, and here I was, teasing him. I loosened my grip on his thick erection, and I heard him grunt with frustration.

*I'm a wet, horny slut. If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.*

No. No, I couldn't do this - my poor Cecil. Constantly being teased by a wet, horny slut - he couldn't help getting turned on!

I was the adult here. I was the one to blame.

And I couldn't do this.

I got off my knees, and started to leave. At the door, I paused, and looked back at Cecil - he was practically dripping with sweat. I wondered what he was working on that required such exertion.

*I'm such a cock-tease*

*I'm such a cock-tease*

*I'm such a cock-tease*

*I'm such a cock-tease*

As I looked at him, a cruel thought entered my brain.

I am SUCH a cock-tease.

I knew that the right thing to do was to leave my darling boy to concentrate, to let him focus on his studies. A good mother would go upstairs and cook him a delicious meal, maybe clean his room and make his bed.

But me?

I was *such* a cock-tease.

I was such a cock-tease that I couldn't resist crossing the room, kneeling back in front of Cecil, and undoing his pants.

I was such a cock-tease that I couldn't resist running my hands up and down his thickness, grinning at the sight of the erection in front of me.

I was such a cock-tease that even though I knew it was an objectively awful thing to do, I had to tease him. I had to bring him to the brink of orgasm - god, it's so awful to think about oneself, but it's true. I am such a cock-tease.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

What Cecil needed was to get laid. That would relieve his tension, that would make my son happy.

Right then and there, that was what my son needed.

*I'm such a cock-tease*

But I was such a cock-tease - and his *mother* - that he certainly wasn't to get it from me.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex. It's only teasing.*

*It's completely harmless.*

No, all he was going to get from me was something completely innocent. All he was going to get from his hot bitch of a mother was some head.

I tucked my grinning teeth away, and brought my mouth to the head of his penis. As I engulfed Cecil's erection in my mouth, he gave a huge sigh of relief.

I still felt cruel, teasing my son like this, but there was something hot about it, too. Turning a healthy male like Cecil on, making him so hard, so worked up...and then further teasing him with a blow-job.

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

As I swallowed down my son's cum, a warm glow filled my body. I felt so good about myself - I may have been over 40, but I could still work an eighteen-year old boy up and then go down on him.

I was still a hot bitch, a sexy woman.

And *such* a cock-tease.

Chapter 7

I'm a wet, horny slut.

It's true! I hate to say it, but it's true.

I'm a wet, horny slut. And I'm *such* a cock-tease.

I'm a wet, horny, slut. I'm a sexy woman. I love showing off my body.

And my son? He's a healthy male.

My son has needs.

So I suppose it was inevitable: after I blew my son for the first time, I just couldn't stop.

I'm a wet, horny slut.

Blow-jobs aren't sex, thank goodness. It's completely harmless. My son has needs, and if he gets turned on by my body, it's perfectly natural.

I started doing it several times a day.

I mean, it was obviously bringing us closer. This warm glow filled my entire body every time I got Cecil off, each time I wrapped my lips around his cock and bobbed my head until he filled my mouth with his seed.

*My son is a healthy male,* I'd think each time I swallowed it down, *I'm such a cock-tease.*

I really enjoyed teasing my son's cock.

My son has needs. As I blew him again and again, day after day, I remembered that. He looked so...tired. He spent most of his time in his room, the door closed, the lights off.

I turned a lamp on the first time I came in to give him a blow-job (I'm such a cock-tease), but his face scrunched up with pain, and so I turned it off straight away.

A full week went on like this - me coming into Cecil's room with a meal for him, blowing him with the lights out, then quietly leaving to get myself off in my own bed.

What can I say? I'm a hot bitch.

I knew that I should cum in front of my son more often, but the poor little fellow was just clearly not up to it. And so I'd get off by myself, slowly pumping toys in and out of my wetness until I came to yet another shuddering orgasm.

Finally, eight days after the first time I'd blown him, Cecil emerged from his room. He was pale, but he finally looked like he was getting back to normal.

To celebrate, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I'm a sexy woman, and my son has needs.

I love showing off my body, so I was overjoyed when Cecil stared down at me, checking me out through his glasses.

If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.

I started to undo his pants when a thought struck me.

*There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk.*

"God," I said, looking up at my darling son. "I can't wait to get this thick slab of meat in my mouth. I fucking love sucking your cock, do you know that? I'm such a wet, horny slut for it. Your hard cock turns me on so much."

Cecil didn't say anything in response. He just nodded, and I took his erection into my smiling mouth.

I loved sucking his cock so much. I mean, what would you expect? I'm a wet, horny slut. I'm a sexy woman.

I'm a hot bitch.

As I started joyfully gagging on his dick, a thought struck me.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

I'd spent the last week slinking off into my own room to cum, like I was ashamed of it.

I wasn't ashamed of anything. I love showing off my body. I'm a sexy woman. Besides, it's completely harmless.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

I was dressed in a set of red lingerie that had arrived in the mail the previous day. Without slowing down my son's blow-job (I'm such a cock-tease, but I'm not *cruel*) for a second, I slipped my bra off, allowing my tits to drop into view.

Cecil's eyes widened, and a warm glow filled the house.

I love showing off my body.

As I continued to bob my head up and down on Cecil's boner, I wriggled out of the panties as well.

There I was, completely nude, giving my son head. I'm such a cock-tease.

For a brief moment, I wondered if there was anything wrong with what I was doing.

Of course not, I reasoned. Blow-jobs aren't sex. It's only teasing.

It's completely harmless.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

Cecil's eyes on my body, his cock in my mouth - it was starting to get me worked up. A wicked thought entered my head.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

What if I were to play with myself as I blew him? God that would be naughty.

*It's only teasing.*

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

Without breaking eye-contact, one of my hands moved to my neck, then slowly made its way down my body.

*I love showing off my body.*

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

I paused briefly to play with my huge tits. *My son has needs. If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.*

Cecil's eyes widened with pleasure.

This was my son's third blow-job of the day, so I knew he'd last a while.

Hopefully long enough for me to get off as well.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

When my hand made its way between my legs, I surprised even myself with how wet I was.

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

It was so naughty. Blowing my son, naked, touching myself as I did.

I'm a hot bitch.

My eyes fluttered with pleasure as I began to stroke myself, but I never broke eye-contact with Cecil.

*My son has needs.*

I'm a sexy woman.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

It's only teasing.

*I'm such a cock-tease.*

This was so wrong.

*Blow-jobs aren't sex.*

I could feel myself getting close. My son's excitement reflected my own.

*If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.*

He was going to cum in my mouth. I normally swallow it down, but...-

*I love showing off my body.*

...instead, I let his wonderful cock leave my mouth. I leaned backwards so Cecil could see me, see his mother desperately playing with herself.

He reached down and began stroking his cock.

*My son has needs.*

*I'm a hot bitch.*

*I love showing off my body.*

*It's only teasing.*

*It's only teasing.*

I cried out with orgasm as Cecil's cock began shooting, his cum spraying out and landing on my exposed tits.

*I love cumming in front of my son.*

I'm such a cock-tease.

Chapter 8

The warm glow lasted the rest of the afternoon, and into the night. I was tempted to go into my room and get off again, but something was stopping me.

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

I checked in on Cecil a few times, but he seemed to be hard at work.

I'm such a cock-tease...I offered to blow him a few times (There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk) but he didn't even respond.

With no idea what my boy was working on, I eventually left him to it.

*My son has needs.*

The next morning, as I was bringing Cecil his breakfast in bed, he surprised me by meeting me on the stairs.

He didn't say a word - just grabbed a piece of toast from the tray, and made his way down to the basement.

I had grown so accustomed to blowing him at each meal (I'm a hot bitch). I missed it.

I returned to the kitchen, ate the rest of Cecil's breakfast, and started preparing lunch.

My son hadn't even glanced at the black corset I was wearing.

I love showing off my body.

###

That night, I was relieved when Cecil accepted his first blow-job of the day. As I had the night before, I soon started playing with myself. This time, I swallowed his seed down as I came, his orgasm triggering my own.

*There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty-talk.*

"God that was good," I panted. "Baby, your cock feels so good in my mouth. You make Mommy cum so fucking hard."

*My son has needs.*

"Any time you want Mommy to swallow your seed down, just let me know. I want to be such a good little Mommy-slut for you."

*I'm such a cock-tease.*

*I'm such a cock-tease.*

*I'm such a cock-tease.*

*It's completely harmless.*

With a smile, I decided to take it a step further.

"Whenever your cock is in my mouth," I said with a wicked smile, "I'm imagining what it would feel like inside me."

I took my son's hand and moved it to my wet pussy.

"In *here*."

Cecil stared at me, agape. I'd shocked myself with my forwardness, and I think I'd shocked him even more.

*It's only teasing,* I reminded myself. *I'm a wet, horny slut. It's only teasing. It's completely harmless.*

"You'd like to fuck Mommy, wouldn't you?"

Cecil nodded.

*It's only teasing.*

"You'd like to bend Mommy over and take her from behind, wouldn't you?"

He nodded again.

*There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty-talk.*

*It's only teasing.*

"God," I growled. "I'd love for you to take me roughly, take me like the slut I am. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck your own mother, hard. I want to cry out your name while you fuck my wet cunt from behind, pounding into me, making me scream with pleasure..."

Cecil's glasses were fogging up, and I could see that he was getting hard again.

His hand had just been tentatively resting on my pussy, but he began to move it, his fingers gently parting my wet, hot pussy-lips, spreading them and reaching inside.

I froze as he did. This was going too far. Too far.

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

*It's only teasing.*

*It's perfectly harmless.*

*I am such a cock-tease.*

A smile slowly crept over my face as I realized how worked up he was going to be. I let myself relax into it, allowing Cecil's fingers to explore his mother's pussy.

*There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty-talk.*

As my son touched me, I wrapped my arms around him, and moved my mouth to his ear.

"That's my good boy," I murmured throatily. "I want to feel your fingers deep inside me. Oh god, Cecil...that's where you came from. You were born from there, and now you're coming home. That's where you're going to fuck me. That's where you're going to stick your beautiful cock, deep inside me until you make me cum, over and over..."

I twitched with pleasure.

I'm such a cock-tease.

"Please, Cecil," I said, pulling back, biting my lip, and looking at him plaintively. "Please, son...oh god. I want you so bad."

Cecil's hand sped up. I opened my mouth to speak, but a wave of arousal suddenly overcame me, and I found myself unable to form a coherent thought.

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

*I'm a wet, horny slut.*

*I should cum in front of my son more often.*

Before I could collect myself, my orgasm suddenly hit. Cecil's fingers curled inside me, and I moaned and babbled with arousal as my wet cunt clenched around them.

I came long and loud, collapsing onto the floor and twitching with pleasure.

Cecil watched, smiling, as my orgasm subsided, replaced with the warm glow.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I said with a saucy pout.

Cecil nodded.

"Do you want to fuck Mommy?"

He nodded again.

I burst out laughing.

I'm *such* a cock-tease.

Cecil looked furious, and I suddenly felt the warm glow started to fade. The house felt like it was getting smaller, like the walls were closing in.

"Cecil," I said, "honey - I love you, but...we can't. That would be wrong. Blow-jobs aren't sex, but that..."

I swallowed. He looked madder than I'd ever seen him.

"Honey, that would be incest. I'm sorry, but we can't."

He didn't react.

"Please," I said quietly. "Let Mommy blow you?"

With a shake of his head, he walked away, leaving me on the floor, staring after him, feeling empty.

Chapter 9

For the next couple of days, things were...odd, between Cecil and I.

I was struggling to pinpoint exactly what it was. He still let me blow him, thank goodness - I'm a sexy woman, and my son is a healthy male. He has needs. If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.

It would have been more than just odd if my son hadn't let me give him head; it would have been downright worrying.

No, that was all business as usual. I was still a hot bitch - such a cock-tease - and I loved cumming in front of my son. It had gotten to the point where the feeling of his seed hitting the back of my throat would trigger my own orgasm.

I'm a wet, horny slut.

He'd still play with me, too, which was starting to get addictive. He was so good at it. I loved cumming in front of my son.

I spent most of my time around the house naked - naughty, I know, but what can I say? I'm a hot bitch, and I love showing off my body.

I'm such a cock-tease.

Cecil could walk up to me any time, move one hand between my legs and my knees would go weak. It wouldn't be long before I'd either fall to my knees and swallow his cock as quickly as I could...or find myself trembling with orgasm, cumming as my perverse sexual fantasies spewed from my mouth.

"I want you to fuck me, please, fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy so hard. Fuck Mommy please Cecil, please, I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to feel you cuummmm..."

There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk.

It was while I was kneeling in front of Cecil at breakfast, sucking him off as he ate the bacon and eggs I'd lovingly arranged into the shape of a smiling face - *I'm a good mother* - when I realized what it was.

His smile.

I hadn't seen Cecil smile in days.

Not since I'd told him that we couldn't fuck.

I'd known he was annoyed - I'm *such* a cock-tease - but maybe it'd had more of an effect than I'd realized?

He didn't seem *unhappy*, but seeing my son smile always fills me with such a warm glow.

*I'm a good mother.*

He wasn't smiling. Didn't that mean, on at least some level, that he wasn't happy?

*My son has needs.*

I was doing all that I could to attend to his needs. I provided him with three handcooked meals a day, I'd drop to my knees if he so much as glanced at me, and I was letting him watch me get off several times a day. I love cumming in front of my son.