Authors Note: This work of fiction is about three drunk mothers who hatch a wicked plan to seduce their clueless, adult sons. I don't condone this behavior, but I think it will make an interesting series of stories. All characters are fictional and are over eighteen years of age.
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"What's that flashing red light on the top of your building," Asked our friend Judy.
I shifted in my lounge chair to face her,
"Oh, that, that's my son's telescope," I said, "The boys are over at our place star gazing, it's a perfect night for it."
"But I thought you lived on the third floor," inquired Judy.
"We do, but we rented space for the telescope on the roof above the light pollution of the City. We use wireless feed to his computer and 60 inch monitor. Most kids Josh's age save up to buy cars, but not my son, he put his money in one bad ass telescope!"
Rita Interjected,
"Well if it weren't for our stargazing sons and their Astronomy Club, we wouldn't have met to be here next to my rooftop pool soaking in the night sky."
"Speaking of that," I said, "You are on the second highest building in the City, have you ever skinny dipped up here."
"I could, but I haven't yet" Said Rita,
"Nobody but people in helicopters or airplanes would see me."
"Let's talk a little more about our son's," said Judy.
"Am I the only one who is concerned that our twenty year old sons spend much more time looking in the sky than they do at girls?"
The three of us sat there, three empty wine bottles were floating in the pool. Our conversation had been pretty much what you'd expect from three, intoxicated, forty something, divorced women. Now we started talking about sex.
"I can't understand why my son David hasn't had any girlfriends yet," said Judy, "he's a good looking young man, and I happen to know he's well hung, he takes after his father in that regard."
"Have you caught him with any tents in his pants lately," I asked,
"Because I haven't seen any on Josh, should I be worried?"
"Maybe, as mothers, it's our job to introduce our son's to sex, lord knows they don't seem to be doing it on their own, Judy said, pouring herself more wine.
Rita said, "Ladies, you know those are your son's you're talking about, right?"
"Oh, Rita, you can't tell me you haven't fantasized about fucking your son Matthew," Said Judy, slurring her words.
"He's a very handsome young man, I know I'd fuck him if he were my son!"
"Ladies, ladies, this is just the alcohol talking, you're referring to incest here," I said, trying to act as if I didn't have the same feelings toward my son.
"Come on Debbie, you can't tell us you haven't been curious what kind of lover Josh would make?" said Rita,
"I must admit, I'm getting a little wet thinking about having Matt humping my pussy or me taking his cock in my mouth."
"Debbie," Judy asked, "Do you think the boys could see us through that telescope if it were aimed here. Like maybe have them see us skinny dipping or partying in the nude?"
"Maybe we could spark their interest in women that way!"
"Sure, I said, "It could be programmed to aim at the pool, what are you getting at?"
"Well," said my intoxicated friend, "We could aim the telescope at us and flash our tits or asses at them maybe that would get them thinking about girls!"
"Wouldn't that just gross them out seeing their nude mothers," I said grimacing.
"Not if they didn't know they were looking at us," interrupted Rita.
"What do you mean," I asked, "Are you saying we should wear some type of disguise?"
"No," Rita continued, "I'm talking about subliminal pictures."
Judy and I looked at Rita, obviously not knowing what subliminal pictures were.
"It's this way, we take pictures and videos of ourselves in the nude and flash them onto their monitor so fast that their conscious can't pick them up, but slow enough for their subconscious to register them."
'There's an old story about Movie Theaters using them back in the fifties before they were outlawed. They'd flash quick pictures of salty popcorn or cold soft drinks on the screen and patrons would have an uncontrollable urge to go to the concession stand."
Rita turned to me, "You have a deep background in computers, don't you, and couldn't you set something up like that?"
I sat and pondered for a while,
"It would be a piece of cake, but what happens if they slow down the recording or take a screen shot of something, I know the odds are against it, but what if that did happen and they unwittingly get a still of us?"
Judy asked,
"What if you could make it independent of the telescope feed, like a quick pop-up or something?"
"You know, that might just work," I said, working out all the details in my head.
"But," Interjected Judy, "We'd need some way of telling if it were working or not?"
"Closed circuit TV," said Rita, "We could put hidden cameras in Josh's room and watch their reaction as they are viewing the telescope feed on the big screen!"
"Who can we get to set
that
up?" I asked.
"Me," said Rita, "How do you think I caught my husband in bed with that stripper."
"Those videos came in handy when we negotiated my alimony! I took him for a several grand a month! How else could I afford this condo with a private rooftop pool?"
The three of us just looked at each other, replaying the conversation in our heads.
"Ok," I said, "if I understand this, we can get our sons infatuated with having sex with us, and they will think it was their idea?"
"Bingo," said Judy, "What do we have to lose and I think we can have a lot of fun in the process."
She got up and topped off her glass of wine.
"You know," Said Rita, "We are three very good looking women for our age, we work out and take care of ourselves. Why wouldn't our sons want to screw us, maybe all they need in a simple push?"
"We've all had nightmares on the dating scene lately, there's a lot of pigs out there. How many women our age haven't dreamed of making love to a young virgin, why should it matter if they are our sons or not. We are all on birth control, so I don't really see a problem."
"Yes," I said, and once we get them thinking of us as sex objects, we start wearing skimpy clothes around them and have 'Wardrobe Malfunctions' to give them peeks of our nude bodies. Then maybe have them 'catch us' masturbating or something!"
Rita got out of her lounger and walked into her apartment. She came back to the pool and popped open a bottle of champagne. She proceeded to pour us each a glass. She held hers up and made a toast;
"To turning our sons into men, cheers!"
The three of us clanked our glasses,
"Cheers!"
"So when do we start?" Rita asked,
"As soon as possible," I said, "Let's meet at my apartment tomorrow when the boys are at work."
The three of us laid back and finished that bottle of champagne and two more.
I'm not sure how I got home, but the next thing I remember was hearing my son Josh leave for work the next morning.
Moments later I heard the buzzer, and my head started ponding. At first I figured that Josh had forgotten his keys or something so I went and pressed the apartment intercom.
"What did you forget this time Josh," I asked pressing the "Talk" button.
"It's not Josh, was the reply, it's me Rita, I waited for Josh to leave, buzz me in, will you, we have a lot to do?"
"And can you come down and help me, I have quite a lot of things here."
I went into the bedroom and threw on my jogging sweats, and rode the elevator down to the ground floor.
There was Rita, pushing a cart loaded with boxes and loose wires.
"What is all this stuff?"
Rita lowered her voice,
"It's everything we need to spy on our sons, help me will you, we have to be done before Josh gets home!"
"Ok, but can I at least have my morning coffee, aren't you as hung over as I am?"
"Fine, you have coffee and I'll get started, I'm too excited to let a little nausea and headache slow me down."
We rode up to my floor and I helped Rita wheel her cart into my apartment.
"Josh is just down the hall on the left."
Rita followed where I was pointing and disappeared into Josh's room.
Josh had already started the coffee maker so I sat down at the table and drank my morning caffeine, trying to wake up and clear my head.
I started studying the instruction book for the telescope, focusing on learning as much as I could about the program code.
Just then I heard that darn door buzzer again.
"Debbie, its Judy, let me in, I've got some things to show you before we get started!"
I buzzed the door and soon Judy was knocking on my door.
"It's open Judy, come in and join me for coffee, Rita is already at work in Josh's room."
When Judy came in I noticed that she was carrying a leather briefcase.
"I didn't get much sleep last night, because I felt bad that I didn't seem to have a part in our plan, so I spent the night working on these."
She put the case on the table and opened it. The two of us started chuckling mischievously when we looked over what she had done.
"Hey Rita," I shouted down the hall, "Take a break and come here, you have to see this..."
