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!"
