【TG福利频道 t.me/dh6699】
  seduce me   ==== chapter one， the sensations ====   i heard him e in and it started again.   "hi ， mom. how's it going？
" he said as i heard him sling his backpack onto the kitchen table， and e up behind me at the sink. he put his hands on my shoulders and leaned around to peck me on the cheek.   "fine sweetie ， how'd it go today？
" 't. to all intents and appearances ， it was all quite innocent， but i was being more and more unsure.   "okay ， i guess， but i sure get confused by things."   i kissed him on the cheek ， fighting the urge to kiss his lips ， and said， "why don't you sit down and i'll get you something to eat and drink ， and we can talk about it."   he grinned， and said ， "gee thanks， that would be great，" and i watched as he turned to drop into a chair at the kitchen table.   i went to the refrigerator and， looking inside ， couldn't help but bend over ， thrusting my hips and bottom in his direction， knowing i was tempting fate ， or myself， or him …… while the sensations grew.   lately， the strangest images were floating in my mind whenever he was near. it started a few weeks ago when ， as he was often wont to do， i let him rub my shoulders while i washed dishes in the sink. i think it was his way of saying "thanks" for a good meal ， when he wasn't doing the clean up himself.   i was pletely relaxed as only he could manage， when all of a sudden i had the sense that his hands were on my breasts. it wasn't so ， because i could still feel them gently kneading my shoulder muscles ， but the intense "impression" that he was cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples was shocking to say the least. i'd shaken my head to clear the thought and he'd taken that as an indication to stop， and had withdrawn. but even as he left the room and i finished up the dishes ， i couldn't stop the tingling that was spreading throughout my body.   later ， as i was helping him with his homework ， leaning over the desk where he sat ， another "sensation" struck me. i watched his hands on the desk ， holding a book and pencil， but "felt" a hand sliding up my leg from behind， slipping fingers between my thighs ， until they caressed the lips of my vulva through my panties. my knees almost buckled at the perception and i had to hold the desk to avoid collapsing. he seemed pletely unaware of what i was going through， even as the "sensation" of a hand continued roaming under my dress and i "felt" the fingers slide across my bottom， dipping into the crevice between my cheeks ， caressing my bum hole until it tingled outrageously. my entire lower body was afire at the "imagined touch" of…… what …… my son ？
 'd let him rub my shoulders as i did the dishes after dinner ， i again knew his hands were gently attending to my shoulders but "sensed" "perceived" hands sliding around my hips， onto my stomach， tracing downward to gently caress and mingle in the triangle of pubic hair over my mons ， while…… what seemed like his hard penis rubbed between the cheeks of my bottom.   even when i moaned， and whispered "thanks baby ， that feels so good to these old muscles" and slid slightly backwards towards him ， he stepped back so we avoided actually touching， except his hands on my shoulders. that movement was enough however， to break the revere and i'd said ， "but i'll never get these dished done if you keep it up" and he'd retreated …… again.   and then there were the "touches" 'd be standing close or going in opposite directions， and i began to notice gentle ， timid caresses. first my bottom began to get "brushed." every so often， my breasts would get a little "mashed" "feel" fingers sliding across my bra to gently squeeze my breasts and rub my nipples. more than once it seemed a hand would "rub" against my bottom ， or fingers would "trace" the outline of my panties and "slide" along the valley between by cheeks， and i'd turn to see it was only my imagination. every so often i would get the "impression" of my panties slowly sliding off my hips and down my thighs， revealing my love nest， and i'd stop and look to make sure i was still properly dressed. more and more in my own day dreaming， i was ever unsure if i was dressed or not ， or if i'd remembered to put on a bra ， or panties ， and would pause to check. but even then， though sure i hadn't undressed myself（for some reason ）， i couldn't stop the tinkling sensations that often made me damp ， no ， wet…… ?in all its manifestations.   and it was getting worse. now every so often， even when he wasn't around， the brief thought of his kisses on my thighs began to appear in my mind. more than once， i found myself wandering into the thought of him massaging and sucking my breasts ， only to realize my nipples were quite aroused， and wanting attention. all too often of late ， i'd pause in what i was doing to let my imagination ever so briefly wander away with the picture of him sliding slowly up from the mists of my mind until his tongue "slid" between my vagina lips and "tickled" ??my nipples growing aroused as they rubbed inside my bra ， my breasts feeling heavy and full， wanting the massage of his fingers， my pussy lips beginning to dilate and moisten， my bottom excited by the thought of his "touches，" my thighs brushing each other as i squeezed them together to keep the juices from flowing ， my bottom cheeks tensing at the thought of his penis rubbing against them ， intent upon sliding up into me.   finally ， after putting a sandwich and soda down in front of him ， and sitting down on the other side of the table ， i asked， "so what's so confusing？
"   ==== chapter two， the plan ====   in the back of my mind， the plan should have been at stage two. i was going to seduce my mother. or rather， in my mind ， she was going to seduce me. one way or another……   as she sat down ， i couldn't tell if it was working， but imagined it might， if i tried hard enough. but then ， from a practical side， i knew it was only my day dreaming and that all that "mind control" stuff was a crock.   but i so wanted to touch and taste her， and certainly， not as a son. it took all my control to maintain the "distance" and "propriety." "think" 't want to get caught staring …… ?' "suggesting" what lay beneath. the summer temperature required light clothing and hers almost always revealed an exquisite outline to the discerning eye. when she sat on the couch， or a chair ， her posture always provided a "hint" 'd wear an almost sheer bra under a light top ， and i could see her dark areolas ， and perky nipples creating their own little attractions， like buttons on a perfect mound of cream， just waiting to be sucked.   more than once， i'd managed a quick view of her thighs and panty covered passion nest. mom was the plete woman and often preferred dresses， unfortunately cut to an appropriate length. but every so often， as she sat on the couch， or crossed her legs， a brief vision of loveliness and mystery would be offered to feed the imagination for many a night. and once， when i was a bit younger and only beginning to be aware of the exquisite differences ， i' ' 's when i started trying to be the "perfect" 'd devoted herself to "us" 'm pretty sure none of them ever scored on her.   so i pitched in whenever or wherever i could. i really enjoyed her pany ， and we joked and teased a lot.   we even got into a couple of playful tussles when i was younger and we'd wrestled around. in many ways， that too was an experience ， and i found myself drawn to standing near or next to her so i could brush against her body. this was easy enough as the house was small and quarters somewhat tight. more as a scary and titillating experiment， i began to slip around behind her and let my hand lightly brush against her bottom. and ， every so often ， when she stood next to me， i'd casually let my arm swing so my knuckles would ever so slightly caress that mysterious mound under her stomach. these were quick surreptitious efforts on my part to "check her out" "quite" innocently putting my hand on her breast. that moment gave me pause and started the normal sensations of an instinctively horny young man. i'd never realized just how full， and firm ， and soft ， and exciting her breasts were. as she squirmed ， her dress had slid up around her hips and i could see her bare legs and flashing panties. and as i held her tight ， despite the exertion ， my cock began to swell as it rubbed against her bottom.   but in my distraction ， she rolled onto me ， face to face ， flat on the floor， again with me underneath. just to keep a grip， i slid may hands around and cupped her bottom， pulling her tight to me.   i guess it was the bination of my hands on her butt， actually sliding under her panties ， and my stiffening cock pressed against her lower stomach ， that caused her to suddenly jerk and roll away from me and say ， "okay， you win." "i really didn't want to watch that old news hour anyway， and maybe the movie will be good." and then as she turned to face me， all proper again， said， "but you make the popcorn！" and then went to brush her hair.   i don't remember the movie， but i certainly remember ， and have relived the tussling， over and over and over. but the touching sort of ended after that.   as i got older， and hung out with other guys ， i'd begun to pick up quite a bit of "neighborhood sex education" ' 's cock. one moment the thought， the next paragraph he's pumping her ； give me a break.   now ， i'd never really thought about it much ， but as i "reviewed" more and more skin mags ， i realized oral sex was kind of "normal" and even more fascinating were the pictures of guys sucking girls' pussies. but the pictures of "overly well hung" studs（jeez， do they e that big without some medical help ） and well used women with wide open gashes and humongous tits was a little intimidating. i guess you need 8 or more inches to get those gals to spread it for you.   but i digress ， because the focus of my fascination had bee more and more， the lovely woman in my own home. the source of so many nocturnal mental meandering. and as she sat down across from me ， i looked for signs that maybe， today， it would start.   ==== chapter three， the approach ====   " " he started. "but， now， she doesn' "   "well ， sweetheart ， people and things change ，" i said. "maybe she's trying to make other friends."   he snorted and said ， " "   "honey， you have to understand ， boys and girls at your age are going through some tremendous changes ， and you both are trying to figure out what you want in life. maybe you should give her a break and check out a few of the other girls."   " ? he said dejectedly. "at least with debby we could have a decent conversation about something other than who's dating who."   "that's 'whom' dear ， but there seems to be more to it than that. what else is confusing？
"   "i don't know ，" he mumbled， eyes on the table. "this whole dating thing ， and what guys and girls are supposed to do …… it used to be we could just get together and hang out …… and now everybody is pairing up…… going together …… and." he trailed off.   "go ahead ， tell me what's on your mind" i encouraged him.   "well ， i don't want to just go with someone to learn about all the other stuff ， and maybe get stuck and miss the chance to meet someone really great because 'i'm taken'."   "honey， i'm not sure what you mean about all the other stuff ，" i said（though i had very little doubt）。
 "but going together doesn' ?you're way ， way to young for that now." i paused， and said ， "besides ， you have tons of friends and you don't have to get 'too' involved with anyone， and there are a lot of people you haven't even met yet."   "but mom， most of the other guys are going with someone， or if not it's easy to understand why not. and most of the girls i know are only impressed with a big car and lots of money."   i felt a twinge of guilt as i realized， perhaps， i wasn't providing well enough ， but then remembered how i grew up. "baby ， you really don't want to pete for girls who are so easily impressed. you're handsome， intelligent ， sweet as they e ， and have a lot to offer some lucky girl."   "well ， there may be another problem too ……" he trailed off.   "okay ， what's that，" i said gently ， trying to draw him out.   "well ， you know i've been out with a lot of girls ， and debby isn't the only one to …… well …… you know …… practice stuff with……" he said ， eyes still on the table. "but i don't seem to get it …… whenever i kiss a girl …… like in the movies …… they get all …… huffy…… like all i want to do is rip their clothes off…… and stuff."   here i knew we were into dangerous ground.   "well ， i don't know anything about your technique ，" i started ， "but i can let you in on a few little bits of information …… that you may not like." i paused a moment， and then continued. "first ， you're probably going to have to have a whole lot more patience than you think， or want to have at this point in life."   "a relationship is kind of like a tree，" i opined， " ?like i said， quite a bit of patience." i laughed a little and added， "of course the difference is a tree won't ever love you back， but the right girl could fulfill your every fantasy and knock your socks off in the process."   "the second thing you have to consider is that most girls your age really don't know what they want. and it doesn't get a whole lot better as they get older …… because as they do begin to figure out what they want， there's a tendency to play games while they experiment." i paused a moment， thoughtfully ， before plunging on. "when they bee women， and a little more mature， and a little more sure of what they do and don't want， it's a little easier ， but not much. men and women are so alike ， yet so pletely different， that it' ?people have to remember to try and think like the other sex a little， to appreciate what they want ， so you can give it to them ， when and how they want it."   i stopped ， feeling the sensations again. all of a sudden， i "felt" a dozen hands all over me ， unbuttoning my blouse， lifting my dress ， caressing my thighs ， spreading them ， fingers titillating my pussy ， hands squeezing my bottom ， fingers spreading my cheeks， my breasts being massaged and my nipples …… sucked.   i took a deep breath and tried to shake off the confusion that was growing ， and wondering if i should go on with the next thought.   "at your age， other things are going on that also create a great deal of confusion." was i talking to him， or myself now？
   struggling now to keep my posure ， and feeling the blood rushing through me as my breath quickened and my juices began to flow ， and my nipples grew more sensitive and …… "your body is changing ， creating hormones you never had to deal with before， and they may be making you a little more aggressive， so maybe you're moving a little too fast for the girls your age." taking another deep breath ， i plunged on ， knowing i had to end this and get away， to pose myself before i lost control and ……   "i guess， like most kids today ， you've learned your 'techniques' from the movies. but you have to remember that movies are only an hour and a half to two hours long. in that framework ， the hero is supposed to find a girl， win her undying passion， save the world from some catastrophe， and have great sex. real life just isn't like that. you can't rush someone into a relationship …… like they do in the movies."   at this point ， i was beginning to lose it. as he sat across from me， hands on the table ， eyes downcast and somewhat dejected， "someone's" tongue was driving me crazy ， tickling my ears ， sliding up and down my vagina ， slowly rubbing my clitoris ， agitating my nipples ， taking me closer and closer to an orgasm ……   "tell you what" i struggled to finish ， "why don't you make an effort to go out every other night for the next couple of weeks， but with someone new or different， or someone you know but don't usually hang out with." i spread my legs a little as the sensation of a "cock" slipping inside my vagina began to arise. my bung hole was itching so bad i wanted to reach around and rub it. and ohhh ， how i wanted to finish whatever the "sensations" had started.   using every ounce of energy to maintain my posure， i stood up saying， "and then， we can talk about how you feel ， and what you want after you' 're young ， and maybe you'll run into a few guys and gals who are a little more in tune with you. but you have to get out and broaden your horizons. maybe you' ?like you are with me."   i moved around the table， and leaned over to give him a kiss on the head. as i moved， i "felt" the sensations quickening ， as if "someone else" was already rubbing my bottom to soothe the agitation in my bung hole， while the cock slid slowly up into me， filling me ， creating juices that i'd though had dried up long ago.   i was barely able to get to my room and collapse on the bed before the rush hit. and i hadn' 'd said.   "and…… like i said， quite a bit of patience."   " …… but the right girl could fulfill your every fantasy and knock your socks off in the process."   " …… when they bee women ， and a little more mature ， and a little more sure of what they do…… want ……"   " …… so you can give it to them ， when and how they want it."   " …… i guess…… you've learned your 'techniques' from the movies." "but whatever you do， remember to be gentle…… like you are with me."   i'll be gentle i thought， i do love you， but…… this is driving me crazy.   maybe she's right. i do need a different perspective. i do need to get out and chase a few chicks. and hang with the guys. and get laid somehow， somewhere. anything to take off the edge.   but there's this dynamite woman …… just in the other room ……   and it's been so long ， she's got to be hungry by now……   unless it's been so long she's forgotten.   but no， i hope that's not it. maybe it' "mother and son" thing. i guess she never even thinks about it that way.   maybe she doesn't even think about sex anymore， and that's why none of the guys who dated her ever stuck around …… 't ， wouldn' ?i could almost see the dark triangle of her pubic hair crowning the portal to her love channel.   how could i have "…… " without tasting that？
 how could i not want to……   as i massaged my engorged member， thinking about fucking her ， i couldn't choose between sliding between her trembling ， thrusting thighs， or the picture of her slowly licking me ， hold me tightly down near my balls ， and wrapping her sweet lips around the head of my dick ， sucking， sucking …… sucking， until i exploded deep inside her.   as i fell asleep， released and somewhat satiated ， i thought that i couldn't wait. i needed some real release and maybe she was right. i needed to find someone else ， someone who wanted to do it right now， and drifted off to sleep.   ==== chapter five ， the transition ====   i'd never felt so …… what ……   after our conversation， and my eruption in the privacy of my room， i'd thought at least everything would settle down for a while.   but then that night ， in bed ， the "sensations" ?and all the while i had the feeling of a hot throbbing cock in my mouth …… to the point that i was actually gulping as my vagina twitched and convulsed and …… i came.   i lay there ， exhausted， falling asleep ， the most relaxed i'd been in ever so long…… and really confused…… and had the most disturbing， or erotic ， fragmented dreams.   my son was raping me. no， i was sucking on his cock. then i was in a trance while he took my clothes off. no ， he was slowly sliding his dick into my bottom ， and i was actually pushing backwards to get him inside me. no ， i was opening my legs， beckoning him to e to me， to let him kiss my thighs …… no he was ignoring me. no， he was raping me…… again…… and again…… and…… no ， i was letting him undress me…… waiting to feel his hot cock slide up into me…… and sliding his shorts down ， wanting to suck his young virgin cock， and……   when i woke up， my panties and nightgown ， and the sheets were sopping wet. at first i thought i'd peed in my bed but my bladder drove me to the bathroom to show…… "dreams" when they were deprived of sex. perhaps subliminal messages were transmitted by the body to the brain demanding something not experienced in too long. but the thoughts about my "son ！" where did they e from？
 even if he didn't know the secret about his "mother ，" how could i ever imagine such …… intense…… pleasure.   i had to get a grip. i couldn' "exploring" the only woman handy （smiling ， now at the pun ）。
   but seriously ， i really do loved that boy and would do anything for him ……   i can't let my "problem" affect our relationship. but he's getting older and things are getting to that really plicated stage ， and i just know i'll regret it if i do anything to create even more confusion. i have to be careful what i say. part of me wants him to find a girl to "do stuff with" and part of me doesn't， at least not yet. to be honest， right or wrong， i want to help him understand everything about women he's curious about…… but i can't.   as i headed out the door to work， part of me was relieved to be through the ritual of waking， shower and coffee without waking or running into him. but then …… part of me missed the chance to see him…… get a goodbye kiss…… before i trundled off.   the day was uneventful（in the sexual sense ）， as were much of the following weeks. part of me was relieved， and part of me missed the relief or balm that the "sensations" had provided， even with the confusions.   i was pleased to hear him making arrangements and taking advantage of the advice i'd given ， to seek the pany of others. and i missed him when he wasn' "sensations" ?  as they became more intermittent， i began to …… look forward to them. wondering what manifestation would…… almost satisfy me again.   i didn't "try" ?to an almost fulfillment. the only real problem was "that afternoon" at work that started with the "touching" and "stroking" and "rubbing" i felt all over， and particularly the nipple "sucking" that almost drove me into delirium， that grew and grew until the evening.   the whole evening was absolute decorum as i fought for control until i could retreat to the safety of my bedroom. i felt "petted" and "fondled" all evening ， and could just barely keep my sense of propriety as he went out on another "date ，" while i waited for his return.   and the few hours he was gone ， the pressure seemed a little less provocative ， so i didn't do anything to seek self gratification. i thought it had passed ， a little disappointed that i hadn't had…… the climax …… and was still a little on edge …… almost hungry for the "sensation" to finish.   somehow ， i thought， these sensations have something to do with my son. they seem most intense when he's around ， or at least in the house ， and we're together alone ， and most especially， at night. and， it is natural for a woman ， and a young man to want…… and maybe it would be wrong，…… for an older woman and a young man …… and it wouldn't really be incest.   ==== chapter six， patience ====   boring…… i thought……   even the couple of evenings with debby were no longer all that intriguing. she was still somewhat interesting but had been "infected" with the mindless concerns and prattle of her girl friends. and she still had a "body" but no where near as voluptuous or tempting …… or forbidden …… or …… as…… available…… as ……   and the guys only talked what they "would" do or "bragged" about their petty exploits. first base， third base ， even the home runs seemed contrived.   and the other girls ， were …… engaging …… and not. none were as fully developed as …… or ready to try…… stuff. or if they were ， i simply had to beg off because i didn't want to be in the long line of their "prior" experiences.   i could always go home " " or "early" and get almost the best delight of the evening.   mom always waited up， and though i often went home in frustration from a "date，" i always wanted to make sure she could go to bed…… 't bend it … … her…… 'd about given up on the "mind control" crap ， but couldn't stop the day to day， and night "visions" especially when she was "helping" them.   she was hot and didn't even know it. every move she made was sensuous and ， to me， begging for my attention or reaction. one night， as i took a turn at the clean up after dinner， she came up behind me and began massaging my shoulders as i so often did hers. as usual ， she thanked me for pitching in， and mentioned how tired she was from her day at the office on her feet. i of course offered to return her favor of the shoulder rub with a foot massage when the dishes were done. but she deferred ， saying something about "not wanting me to touch her smelly feet that had been running around all day ……" but before i could protest and proffer again ， she went on to say ， "i remember when you used to do this （the back rub） in my bed…… remember when you were little and used to sit on my backside to rub my back……？
" "i decided to take you up on your offer" she said. i grinned and said， "sure" and began to rub her ankles and feet. but then i paused and said， "i think you deserve something special tonight."   i lifted her feet out of my lap and got up， heading for the bathroom. i was more than a little titillated with the quick sight of her thighs and panties as her knees bent and opened slightly when i shifted her feet. i found her body lotion and returned to the couch ， hurrying to get seated before my hardening cock became obvious. as i sat and shifted myself and pulled her feet back into my lap， i asked， "a little lotion for the lady？
" she sighed， seemed to snuggle a bit deeper in the couch and said， "oh ， that would be wonderful……" "shouldn't torture" her.   little did she know that my "torture" was just beginning. alternating between her feet， and gently swivelling her ankles had helped open her legs a little ， shifting her gown so that it slid away a little， bunching more in her lap ， revealing a little more of her thighs.   the memory of her words"…… and…… like i said， quite a bit of patience……" rang in my mind ， causing me to be even more deliberate in my attentions to her massage. slowly ， without rushing， lingering on her ankles ， i began rubbing lotion on her shins and lower calves. my reward was a slight distant wink from her panties. laboriously ， i thoroughly kneaded the muscles just above her ankles and waited as the distance between her knees grew ever so imperceptibly wider.   i was now only half listening to the talk show as it droned on， making light conversation that grew quieter and quieter. mom had by now shifted a little， lying back with her eyes closed， resting though not asleep.   at first， i could only use my peripheral vision to enjoy the developing view next to me. i was afraid to look directly at her ， lest she catch my glances at her legs and suspect more was showing than she intended.   more than once， in her reverie ， she whispered， "oh…… that feels so good …… thank you baby ……" or "…… your hands are wonderful … …" and "you have the perfect touch ……" ' "honey ， you have the most amazing hands …… i could let you go on…… all night…… i love the way you touch me…… but we have to stop…… and go to bed……" "mom ， i love touching you and could do it all night ，…… if you wanted……"   she sighed and hugged me close again， murmuring， "i have to go to work in the morning …… and your touch …… is so relaxing ， but i'll never get to sleep if we don't save some of it…… for later……" 's kiss on her cheek， she turned a little more and i found myself kissing her lips， startling us both……   warm， soft ， her lips ， the kiss was exquisite. she sat back a little， in my lap， stroking the side of my face ， and looked deeply into my eyes. i couldn't help but fall into the depths of her eyes， as i smoothed her hair and brushed it back over her shoulder. then ， i felt her fingertip trace across my lips， and she leaned close to my ear to whisper " …… you're turning into a very …… dangerous…… young man ……" lost in the fragrance of her hair ， thoroughly confused， i was stunned as she slowly stroked my face again and then pulled me down to kiss…… again…… her lips …… lingering in the touch as our lips opened slightly at the touch.   and then in one fluid movement， she was up and her perfect figure was drifting away ， down the hall to her bedroom. i sat there in shock as the heat of her bottom left my raging hardon throbbing unfulfilled.   ==== chapter seven， the storm ====   what was i doing！！！   was i crazy ！！！！   we were definitely playing with fire！！！   okay， so there's nothing wrong with letting him rub my feet. but why ， as he was running his hands up and down my legs， was i disappointed that the other "sensations" i'd e to enjoy and look forward to ， then never start. i did grow damp， my pussy did get juicy ， as his hands and fingers ever so slowly moved up to my knees last night， and as i wondered if he…… or i …… "sensations" i later felt that night， all night long …… "he" kissed my breasts and suckled my nipples， and sipped the juice at the entrance to my vagina， and probed my anus…… until……   and yet ， as pleasurable and exhausting as the "experiences" were …… i was really beginning to want more…… of him ……   i must be going crazy ！！！ he's never done anything to suggest he might "want" me. the plete gentleman ， in the past few years he's never touched me in a sexual way， even if the massages seem to me to be extremely sensual， and the "events" often （now always） include him as the…… perpetrator？
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 he' "select" among all those young woman to "do stuff" with. where did i ever get the thought he might want to have sex with his "mother？
" i'm too old and way out of his league. and besides， if the "phenomenons" were any indication， blushing at the thought ， my sturdy foundling son would wear me out the first night ， and i'd be sore for a week.   a couple of evenings later， after dinner ， as i cleaned up， he came up and began rubbing my shoulders while i stood at the sink. he seemed pensive ， and after thanking me for another "wonderful" meal grew quiet and continued to gently ， easily ， run his hands around my neck and shoulders …… and arms …… his hands moved down around my ribs and lower back， skipping over my bra strap ， gently rotating his thumbs and fingers along my spine and hips ， he asked the question i'd sort of been dreading.   "mom，" …… he hesitantly started……"what did you mean when you said i was 'turning into a very dangerous young man'？
"   i hesitated a moment， as if to recall the ment， though i knew exactly what he meant ， and what i'd meant. "well，" i started ， "let's just say…… you have awesome hands ， and know just what pleases …… a girl…… er ， uh ， muscles to work…… or …… you know …… massage …… and you're very gentle …… maybe even a little…… oh ， i don't know，…… your touch …… it's a little intoxicating when you rub my shoulders …… and the other night…… when you massaged my feet，…… you made me feel…… really special …… which made me feel like i'd do almost anything …… you wanted …… and if you treat your girl friends that way…… well …… it could make you pretty dangerous."   "in what way" he probed.   i had almost run out of dishes. yet ， i couldn't quite turn to face him yet. as i reached for one of the last pots， i couldn't stop myself from leaning…… to touch my bottom against him …… or his reaction… … the tightening of his fingers on my shoulders…… the pause as we both felt the all too brief tryst of his hard cock ， touching ， nestling into the divide between the cheeks of my bottom.   i blushed and felt my nipples popping …… and hurried on with "oh， i don't know…… maybe talk them into something they might not do otherwise ……" "careful" not to lean over "too" much.   "sweetheart ， you have to understand ……" as i continued to wash the now well cleaned dish in my hands ……"you're a very special guy， and when the right girl es along …… you both may …… i don't know …… this is a little embarrassing…… get too involved …… i expect you'll sweep her off her feet ， maybe a little too quickly …… ?getting that involved…… to a girl…… ?   as the water drained from the sink， and i dried my hands ， and slowly turned to face him， regretting the end of his touch as he released me and slid back a bit ， i finished with， "so，…… my handsome son，… … i guess what i mean is …… be careful …… be gentle…… and try to remember…… you might be able to get whatever you want ……" now almost strong…… trying to look him in the eye…… "but remember that the other person…… girl …… that you …… might get…… involved with…… is important too …… but might get led astray by your …… dangerous charms …… and may need …… you to be the gentleman we don't see around too often anymore. one who cares. one who tries to understand and satisfies the woman's needs."   was i on safe ground yet？
 "understand？
"   "yeah ， i guess，" he said ， though he still looked a little perplexed. "although ， i can't be all that dangerous， if my recent dating history is anything to go by" he said ， a little dejectedly.   and the maternal instinct reacted with the ment， "remember， patience …… it will e ……" as my now thoroughly "incestuous" mind thought again about sucking his young strong virgin cock to relieve his immediate pain， while preparing for……   i leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the cheek， i guess to reestablish some degree of propriety， and said ， "now go get ready for your date. it's friday night， and you're young ， and need to be out and about."   "what about you ？
" he rejoined with a little humor.   "me ？
 well your tired old mom is going to luxuriate in a hot bath， get ready for bed ， and be content with a good book…… now off with you."   later ， with the house to myself ， i did just that. a hot bath… … and a cold shower……   but it didn't work.   nor did the book.   and then the summer storm rolled in ， fierce with thunder and lightening.   and before i knew it， i was rummaging around looking for candles to offset the dark， because the power was out.   and then， a while later， to my relief ， i heard him drive up and run to the door.   "you're soaked" i observed…… the obvious， meeting him with a candelabra in my hand， wondering in passing how i might appear， meeting him this way ， in my nightgown on a stormy night， with a candle in my hand.   "quick，…… go take a hot shower before you catch a cold ……" i instructed as he began stripping his soaking clothes and headed for the bathroom. i left the candelabra in the bathroom with him and， picking up his clothes in the wake of his passage ， went to get more candles.   i waited in the living room ， staring sightlessly out the wide glass patio doors as the storm continued to pound the back yard ， thinking of him…… in the shower. in the back of my mind， i heard the water stop， and a little later heard him e quietly down the hall in his bare feet. i realized i was trembling， and holding my breath， feeling that now familiar moistness developing between my thighs …… as my nipples became more and more sensitive to the slightest movement of my nightgown covering them.   "feel better？
" i asked ， as he came up behind me， inadvertently， and unknowingly ， provoking my bottom to a higher sensitivity， waiting for his "touch."   i shifted my stance a little， to spread my legs a bit， and let the cool air from the partially open patio door soothe and cool my steaming muff， wondering if …… no ，……， the soap smell ， and the cream i'd applied earlier …… to my most sensitive lips…… should …… obscure …… the fragrance i "sensed" was in the air.   "yeah ，" he said ， and no more， as if respecting my solitude.   "so ， what brings you home so early…… not a little ole storm i hope……"   "nah，…… janey got a little scared…… and wanted to go home in case it got any worse …… and her folks and brothers were there，…… and i didn't want to deal with them …… so i bailed…… knowing my best girl was home …… alone…… ?   "your best girl ？
" i asked. "what， am i …… the backup ？
" i joked. " ?than janey …… ?   "ahh mom he went on the defensive. and then recovered with， " ?i'd rather be here with you…… you know ， make sure you're okay…… and maybe catch up a little…… since you keep making me go out …… who knows…… if you're really nice to me…… i might even offer you a …… full …… massage，（as i felt his hands on my shoulders ， and my body began reacting more fiercely to his presence and touch…… ）， not just a shoulder rub …… for all the fantastic things you do…… for me……"   i luxuriated in his affect on my body and senses. i felt his hands moving ever so slowly down my back， pausing i fleetingly thought in a little panic， as we both realized i had no bra on under my night gown. and then i began to fully realize what a view i must be presenting without a robe to hide under. how much could he see in the dim candle light ？
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 did he have to see anything ， as i felt his hands on my lower back ， while his thumbs and fingers kneaded the muscles around my hips ， causing my legs to turn to jelly.   i felt his hands slide back up， along my ribs， while his thumbs managed my spine…… and his finger tips…… came ever closer …… and gently slid discreetly around the soft sides of my breasts…… as my nipples began to burst with …… anticipation.   i was about to collapse when he whispered in my ear "why don't you stretch out …… and i'll give you a back …… rub，…… like you've never had before……"   i sighed， "oh honey…… that would be so nice…… but i'm ready to …… go to sleep now…… maybe tomorrow ……"   but he wasn't to be put off ， and suggested "that's perfect…… i'll give you a massage that'll put you right to sleep …… in your own bed ……"   trembling with…… i murmured "that's really sweet……"   he carried the candle as i led the way to my bedroom. i felt my nightgown， swaying against my legs ， and imagined his eyes， straining to see in my bottom as it jiggled underneath.   as i nervously turned the bed cover down， i realized that my bottom was spreading open…… and my muff was presenting itself…… even covered by panties and the gown …… as a …… target as i slowly ， deliberately bent over ……   a little self consciously ， i hurried to stretch out on the bed… … attempting to arrange my gown to provide some modicum of decorum.   he put the candle on the dresser across the room. and …… after a moment…… sat on the bed next to me. i could only imagine what he saw and thought ， as he contemplated his mother， face down on the bed ， waiting for his touch ……   ever so gently， i felt his trembling fingers begin to knead my shoulder muscles and stroke my neck. slowly， i felt him work down my back …… at first without real direction …… and then …… almost with purpose. i began to enjoy the rhythm as he alternated between my back and arms. before i knew it， my arms， gently massaged and treated， were above my head ， so my hands were tucked under the pillow.   ever so slowly， he manipulated every muscle in my back ， from my neck down …… to …… almost my butt. i felt his expert fingers stroke me and relax every muscle …… ever so…… professionally …… until… … trembling…… ?"felt" like it was…… gathered …… up …… around my waist……   "one moment" he was kneading the muscles in my shoulders， the…… "next"…… i felt him gently rubbing my feet， vaguely aware my knees were bent ever so slightly…… that my legs were open …… thinking only briefly what an image i must be presenting…… but retreating to the fort that it was still dark…… with only the candlelight flickering ……   slipping away again …… into the dream …… i felt him massaging my toes …… and ankles …… and calves …… and knees…… thighs …… moving closer and closer…… almost touching……   i came almost fully awake as i felt 		----
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