Authors Note: This work of fiction is about three drunk mothers who hatch a wicked plan to seduce their clueless adult sons. All characters are fictional and are over eighteen years of age.
Through my son's telescope -- Chapter Two.
"Let's clink our glasses for the successful completion of phase two of our plan," I said as the three of us put our wine glasses together.
We were lounging on chairs around Rita's pool feeling really proud of ourselves.
Rita talked and we listened;
"Ok, let's just go over it one more time!"
"In the month since we first started hitting my son Matt with the subliminal cuts, I've been progressively wearing skimpier clothes around the house. I know Matt has been watching me so I act like I don't know he's there.
Usually afterwards he locks himself in his room or bathroom."
"Judging by his crusty stained underwear, I knew he'd been beating off."
"So I put hidden cameras with sound in all the rooms and have caught him in the act many times. When he goes in the bathroom he usually takes a pair of my soiled panties out of the laundry and sniffs the crotch while he masturbates."
"So naturally I always make sure I have soiled underwear in the hamper."
"I now have the feed to your laptops so you and Judy can watch the events I have planned for this evening."
"I jimmied all the locks so he'll think he has privacy, but he won't."
"You two will watch where he goes and let me know if he starts masturbating. We wait until he starts to cum and I will walk in on him acting like I didn't know he was home."
"Then what," asked Judy.
"What else, I fuck his brains out!"
It was a good plan. Matt will be the first to be seduced by his mother Rita, then we'll systematically work on the other two unsuspecting sons of Judy and I.
We spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing, and relishing in the creativity of our plan.
We are really not wicked people, just horny and feel the need to share our sexuality with our nerdy sons.
As the three of us sat there feeling no pain, I looked at my watch, it was almost time, time to spring into action.
Rita donned her shear bra and panties and got on her spinning cycle. Judy and I walked over to my condo and sat in my office and brought up Rita's closed circuit TV feed.
Rita was about twenty minutes into her workout and had built up a good sweat. Her scant, sweat soaked, clothes became almost see-through.
Then, as if on cue, in walks Matt.
He obviously hears the whirl of Rita's machine. He starts peering around the corner and starts watching his mother.
We informed Rita through her head phones that Matt was watching, so she starts putting on a seductive show.
With each stroke of the pedals she slowly starts rubbing her pussy on her bike seat, panting while humping the narrow end. Beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead. Her sweat soaked panties run up through her ass crack exposing her well-tanned cheeks.
Matt was mesmerized by the sight of his half naked mother's one-person sex show. His hand was on his crotch rubbing it gently, matching his mother's movements with his own.
We informed Rita of her son's obvious arousal. She responded by going for broke and quickening her moans, then stopping and nearly impaling herself on the seat of her machine. She put the side of her finger in her mouth and slightly bit on it, she then started faking a powerful orgasm nearly falling off her bike.
That sent Matt to the bathroom, certain that he was locking the door behind him. He took a pair of Rita's soiled panties, slipped off his pants and underwear, then sat on the toilet.
Rita stops her workout, grabs a laundry basket and stands by the bathroom door. Her fingers were in her pussy, obviously primed for what she hopes will be mad hot sex with her gullible son.
Matt reached behind the stool and took the bottle of lube that he had hidden there.
He squirted a little on his hand, closed his eyes, and started jacking off while holding his mother's panties up to his nose with his free hand.
Judy watched intently, doing the play by play in Rita's headphones.
Matt started grunting and quickened his motion. Once we felt he had passed the point of no return, Judy and I yelled into the microphone,
"Now!"
Rita swung open the door and acted shocked. Matt was shooting ropes of cum onto the floor.
Startled, he jumped to his feet and tried to cover himself with the panties. He just stood, his back to wall, cum still shooting from the end of his pulsating cock.
Matt shouted, noticeably embarrassed,
"D-d-d-ooon't you knock mom!"
"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in, are those my panties?" inquired Rita faking shock herself.
Matt just froze as Rita followed the shots of cum on the floor up to Matt's throbbing penis.
Judy and I focused the camera on Matt's naked manhood. We both licked our lips, wishing we were there.
His young cock wasn't all that large, but apparently very functional.
Matt just stood there, mortified, unable to speak.
Rita reached down and smeared some of her son's ejaculate from his cock onto her fingers.
