A Loving Mom Should Seduce Her Son

Heather Manning looked out the window. It was a rainy Sunday morning. She was drinking her coffee, after a light breakfast of yogurt, granola, and fruit. She was dressed in a red silk robe that barely concealed a skimpy pink nightie that showed most of her generously proportioned derriere.

It was about 9 o’clock. It was going to be an important day because it would be when she finished the seduction of her son Brian. It would be the day when she finally got to fuck her son.

Heather was not a small gal. She was five-foot-eight and one hundred and seventy pounds, with voluptuous 40DD breasts. She would admit that her ass was huge –no matter how hard she worked her rear. in the gym But her husband had always enjoyed worshipping it.

She had dark red hair that she was juuuuust beginning to have dyed a little; and green eyes that always seemed to be hiding some scheme. She was well into her forties, though she did not like to get to specific. She exercised and watched what she ate, but she knew she didn’t look like a kid anymore. That was fine with her.

When she looked in the mirror, she saw the legacy of four decades well lived — a college education, a business created, and a boy who had turned into a man. Heather knew she turned heads, especially from all those young men who couldn’t keep from staring at her tits and ass. Those handsome young men could really make you feel like you were something.

Still sipping her coffee, Heather walked upstairs. Brian was still sleeping. Heather peers into his bedroom. He’s under his sheet without a blanket and she can see the outline of his body, including the shape of his morning erection.

“What a fine looking son I have,” she said to herself, “And he doesn’t really know it yet.”

Brian had inherited his father’s blond hair (and much more), but she could also see herself in his facial features. He was no jock, but she had encouraged him to take up weights, and the results were starting to show. Now she wondered if she could mentor Brian so that he could reach his father’s quality as a lover.

***

She thought back to when she met Brian’s father…..a couple of years after college, when they were both sleeping around. They had what was meant to be a one-night stand. Heather would always remember that first night…and the morning after. They had met at a party given by mutual friends. They had talked for a couple of hours and had really hit it off.

They were smart, articulate, and witty. Heather lived just a couple of blocks away, so she invited him back to her apartment. She mostly thought he was a fun, good-looking guy and she hoped that he could fuck pretty well.

When they entered her little studio apartment, they instantly threw their arms around each other. Gary could really kiss! Enough force to know he was there, but not too much — she never feared Gary or thought he was a creep. She kissed back and playfully stuck her tongue in his mouth. They began to take each other’s clothes off and soon hopped into her bed.

They made out with a ravenous hunger, kissing and caressing each other all over. Gary soon was gently fondling her boobs while kissing her lips. Heather broke it off and started kissing his chest, then licking and sucking his nipples. Gary groaned.

“I wonder if he’s ever had a woman work his nipples before,” she thought.

As she continued to flick her tongue on his nipples, she unbuckled his pants and pushed them to his knees. She stuck her hands in his briefs and began stroking his dick, which was already growing hard. “So fucking thick,” she thought. “That’s what I like.”

Gary began rubbing her pussy through her panties.

“Ooooo, he’s got good hands,” she thought.

Then he pulled off her panties, licked his finger, and began gently caressing her twat.

“What do you like, honey?” Gary asked.

“All over, but especially my clit. Definitely my clit,” she responded.

Gary teased her lips with his index finger, but then started twirling her clit lightly.

“Oooo yeah, that’s what I like,” Heather moaned.

It was always a good sign when a guy wanted to get her off. He moved downward, kissing her belly, and then pulling down her panties. He started kissing her clit while his fingers moved gently down her lips.

It was even a better sign when a guy went down on her without being asked. He stuck one finger inside her and withdrew it, tasting her and covering his digit with spit, and then proceeding to vigorously fingerfuck her while twirling her clit with his tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she exclaimed.

He started licking back and forth on her clit, then shifting to an insistent sucking which really seemed to get her off. She put her hands on Gary’s head to drive him further into her crotch.

“Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking stop, shit, fuck, eat that fucking cunt,” Heather cried out.

She began gasping and moaning and trembling. Her pussy got even wetter as she reached orgasm. To her surprise and delight, Gary kept going, running his tongue up and down her lips and then flicking at her well serviced clit. She had opened enough that he could get in two fingers, which he used to massage her vaginal wall, stimulating her G-Spot. She realized she was coming again. Catching her breath, Heather then told Gary she had enough.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a fucking machine. What’s up with that?” Heather told him.

“I don’t stop until you tell me to stop,” he answered.

“Lay back, honey,” Heather whispered.

She pulled off his briefs to reveal his thick seven-inch cock, now rock hard. She spat on it and began stroking.

“You like that?” Heather asked.

Gary just laughed. Heather had been giving handjobs for…well, a long time, so she knew how to get Gary off, but she had bigger plans for that dick. She started licking and sucking his dickhead, while tickling his balls. Heather enjoyed the feel of his thick dick in her mouth. She then took his full seven inches in her mouth and down her throat. Gary’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck… how the fuck do you do that, baby….uh, uh, uh,” Gary muttered.

But she moved quickly to the priority of the evening. She straddled his cock.

“Ooooo firebush, I love that,” he said, staring at her generous pubic hair.

She slid down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking thick,” Heather exclaimed.

Heather felt her hole stretched like it never had been before. She began vigorously riding him. He kept thrusting up into her, pushing his dick balls-deep, vigorously stimulating her sugar walls. She moved back and forth, eagerly savoring Gary’s beautiful dick. He reached up and fondled her breasts and then stroked her clit.

“Fuuuck, fucking fuck, fuck the fucking fuck. OHHHHHH,” she called out.

Heather came hard, soaking Gary’s dick, experiencing her third orgasm of the evening. And yet he kept going.

“I…I….don’t come easily,” Gary told her.

“C’mon baby, I’ll make you come,” Heather said with a laugh.

She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could and bounced on Gary’s prick with an almost maniacal intensity. He panted intensely and finally shot inside of Heather. She was almost dizzy from exhaustion. She dismounted and lay beside Gary, rubbing his hairy chest.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve you,” she said.

Gary laughed. “I could say the same thing.”

Then they dozed off in each other’s arms.

Gary and Heather crawled out of bed around 9:30. They shared a glamorous breakfast of Pop-Tarts and coffee. After a friendly shower together, they went back at it. After Heather rode his face to another orgasm, Gary took her from behind, rubbing her clit as he went. It was even better this time.

“You have such a fucking beautiful ass,” he told her after shooting his load all over it.

“Thanks, I don’t always get compliments on it,” Heather chuckled.

“You should,” Gary responded.

He licked up his cum and kissed her ass all over. He spread her cheeks.

Heather warned him, “I’m not really that into taking it in the butt.”

And then she gasped. For the first time in her life, Heather had her ass eaten.

***

That initial erotic connection created an intense enough bond to bring them together so they could discover their broader compatibility. But there was always the sensuality. Heather used to gush about Gary’s good looks: almost six feet tall, dark blond hair, piercing blue eyes. She would even call him “beautiful” to her friends: an adjective she had never used to describe a man before and would not use again until Brian came along.

Gary’s endowments were not limited to what was between his legs. He a smart, witty guy who charmed her parents and friends, who could rule the dance floor, hold his own in any conversation.

But there was another side to Gary. He was a rich kid, a little spoiled even, who had a hard time saying “no” or sticking to a task. Heather and Gary could both party pretty hard, but she always kept it under control, while he easily turned into a booze-soaked mess. She took naturally to the business world, while Gary got fired from one job after another.

Dorothy, Gary’s mother, told Heather on her wedding day that her son was sweet but weak. She told her that Gary needed an external source of strength in his life. Dorothy had provided that discipline, making sure he did well in school and kept his bad habits to a minimum.

“But now he’s yours and you will have to be strong for him. If you do that, I’m sure he will make a good husband,” Dorothy explained.

Heather thought her advice was bizarre. Why should she have to control her husband?

But she soon realized how true it was. Gary couldn’t seem to find his place in life, drinking his way out of one job or friendship after another. When Brian came along, Heather hoped that fatherhood would make him straighten out. Instead it only made him act out worse. Gary stopped working and spent most days sleeping or in an alcoholic haze. Despite being no teetotaler herself, Heather threw out all the liquor in the house, but Gary always found a way to find more.

When she looked at him, she wanted to cry. His good looks were vanishing and his face, once joyful, now harbored only despair. Their sex life, once the bond that got them through everything, had died. Heather also hated for Brian to see his daddy like this.

Late one night, a police officer came to her house and told her the dreadful news. Despite her begging him not to, Gary had taken his car out and headed for his favorite bar. Apparently, he got so drunk that he got thrown out into the street. He fought off some pals who wanted to keep from driving. A half mile down the road, he had slammed into a tree and died instantly.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t cry.

“Poor Gary. His mother was right, he was weak, and I needed to be strong for him. If I had been stronger — even stricter — my beautiful Gary would still be making love to me and my beautiful boy Brian would still have his Daddy,” Heather thought.

***

Heather was so busy that the next few years seemed to go by in a blur. She applied herself diligently and she went from being a successful realtor to running her own property management firm. Gary’s family money helped, but her own income became great enough that she and Brian lived in comfort, in a three-bedroom house, buying a new car every few years, and taking regular vacations.

She hired babysitters and housekeepers, but she was always there for Brian. Realizing that he had inherited Gary’s brains, she insisted he apply himself. Brian became a straight-A student, a joy for every teacher. (And a source of despair for every coach, unlike Gary, Brian was a terrible athlete). More comfortable with adults than other children, Brian had trouble making friends.

Heather hadn’t forgotten that she was an intensely sexual person. For the first few years, she contented herself with her vibrator collection, the occasional erotic novel, and some Skinemax late at night with the sound turned way down.

As the years went by, she began to date again. But her standards had gotten higher and she was not impressed by the available men. Anyway, Brian and her business were her priorities. So she picked up men for one-night stands or weekend flings, basically using them as human dildos. (Better that than listening to them talk about their golf scores or college football). None were as good as Gary, but who could be?

As Brian turned into a teenager, the chubby mama’s boy was becoming a good-looking young man, but he hadn’t realized it yet. He still thought of himself as the teacher’s pet, the class dork who the boys harassed and the girls mocked. He didn’t have Gary’s sense of fun and he didn’t get invited to parties.

Instead, he was at home every night with his mother, watching television or playing Scrabble. Heather appreciated Brian’s company but she wished he had more joy in his life.

But she did notice that older women seemed to bring out another, happier side to his personality — like he wanted their approval and was thrilled to get it. She noticed that he seemed to get especially close to Ms. Parker, his English teacher. She also directed him in the school play, which did something to bring him out of his shell.

Heather noticed that while Brian often seemed bored by girls his own age, he couldn’t stop talking about “Ms. Parker this, Ms. Parker that.”

One night over dinner, Brian said that “Samantha says that when Shaw wrote Pygmalion…”

Heather barked at him, “Samantha, Samantha! You’re calling her Samantha now?”

Brian shut up immediately. She set up a meeting with Ms. Parker. Heather came away reassured that there was nothing more untoward going on than a warm friendship between favorite teacher and favorite student. Samantha Parker, while attractive and charming, had no intention of becoming the next Mary Kate Letourneau.

***

The summer after his high school graduation, Brian worked in her office as her assistant.

Some days her female buddies would tease her, “Who is this handsome hunk accompanying her? Her boyfriend? Was Heather robbing the cradle?”

Heather would glower at them and mutter, “That’s my son you’re talking about, bitches. Go cruise the high school parking lots if that’s what you want.” Nobody was going to love Brian like she could!

***

Brian headed off to college that fall. They both hated to be separated from each other.

Brian wasn’t very happy at college and their phone calls and e-mails usually had a melancholy tone. Heather could tell that her son needed her in his life desperately. His college was only a couple of hours away, but Heather felt he needed to learn how to live on his own, so she discouraged him from coming home for weekends. But that decision did not come naturally to her.

Heather missed Brian, too. The house felt big and lonely. Brian had always eagerly welcomed her home from work. They spent so many nights sitting on the couch together, weekend mornings lying next to each to other in her bed, weekend afternoons reading together in the living room. Now all that was gone.

She stepped up her dating. But she thought it would be better. Many men her age just wanted to chase young girls. Others had let themselves go. And God, they could be so boring. Some of them could fuck OK, but not really up to her standards. It was hard not to compare them to Gary or to Brian….WHAT? STOP THAT, Heather told herself.

***

Brian came home from college a few hours after his last exam, arriving just in time for dinner.

After dinner, they talked about his first semester in college. While he had done well academically, his social difficulties continued. He got invited to few parties. When he was invited to one, his limited experience with alcohol meant that his tolerance was so low, he usually was visibly drunk from a couple of beers. He would make a fool of himself and the cool kids would mock him. There was no possibility of his getting a bid for one of the fraternities.

When the music would start playing at parties, Brian felt so insecure about his dancing ability, that he usually would run out right away.

When it came to girls, Brian continued to have sad crushes on women who scarcely knew he existed. He also continued find a lot of the girls his age shallow and stupid.

But when he talked about his economics professor, Dr. Laura York, he lit up. She was so smart, so pretty, so funny. He went to her office hours as often as he could and she was always willing to explain that week’s reading. She even gave him little assignments: collecting weekly quizzes from the students, helping her set up A/V equipment. Some of the other students made fun of him, but Brian enjoyed winning Dr. York’s favor.

“Oh God, he’s the teacher’s pet again,” Heather thought. She smiled.

Heather was neither naive, nor computer illiterate, so she periodically broke into Brian’s personal laptop, which he had brought home from college. She wasn’t surprised to find a huge quantity of pornographic images.

She thought, “Those are the times we live in, and you know how boys are — and, hell, I looked at plenty of smut growing up.”

But most of these pictures weren’t of young women just a few years older than him. They were MILFs, cougars, matures, women closer to her age. There were mages of them having sex with young men barely out of their teens. Were these fuel for his fantasies about Samantha Parker or Laura York?

Then she had a startling revelation. Brian clearly had a favorite — her name was Kay Allen — a little googling found that she was in such works of art as “MILFs Gone Wild 23” and “Cougars and Their Cubs 8.” It was that she was a busty redhead like herself. She could hear his bed squeak at night.

“Was Brian thinking of her? His own mother?” she thought with alarm.

***

Heather and her clique of female friends liked to throw a New Year’s Eve party every year: just for the gals. It was her turn this year. Usually, husbands and children were sent off to some bar or restaurant or someone else’s home. But as usual, Brian had no plans. Heather thought it might be fun to have him join in the merriment.

She dressed him in a blazer, dress shirt, and khakis. He greeted each of the attendees at the door. He got a lot of kisses hello.

The party got boozier and boozier and the ladies got flirtier and flirtier with her handsome son. Heather began to regret having him there. But Brian didn’t seem to mind.

At midnight, Tanya Anderson, who had known Heather since college, gave him a lingering hug, followed by a discreet squeeze of the ass.

“Happy New Year, Baby!”

Tanya could be affectionate and she had been drinking pretty hard. But still! Tanya had babysat for him!

As the party wound down, Brian sat with the group of middle-aged women who were increasingly in their cups. Heather had let him drink some champagne at midnight, but had otherwise watched his alcohol consumption. The gals began teasing him affectionately. He blushed again but seemed to really enjoy their attention.

Gina Witt quipped that even if Brian didn’t have a girlfriend now, some college girl would be sure to appreciate him.

“She’ll be lucky to have you. She’ll tear you apart. At least, she should!”

Helene McBride tousled his blond hair.

“Isn’t he adorable? Makes me wish I was back in college.”

Heather increasingly felt uncomfortable — these grown women should keep their hands off her son! He may have grown up, but he still belonged to her, not them.

As the party broke up around one, the women took turns kissing Brian on the cheek.

Juliet Scott, a self-proclaimed “wine mom” who had lived up to her title that night, kissed Brian on the lips, lingering for about a minute.

“Happy New Year, Brian! You handsome rascal, you. Don’t break too many hearts.”

Heather wanted to slap Juliet. Her alarm only increased when she saw that all that attention had given Brian a noticeable erection. She wrapped up the party quickly.

“How dare they! And why should Brian be so interested in these women old enough to be his mother? After all he had one at home who loved him very much and thought he was very handsome, which he was….STOP, don’t think that way,” Heather told herself.

Around two o’clock, Heather told her son she was ready for bed. She couldn’t stay up like she used to. As they so often did, Heather and Brian kissed and hugged before she headed upstairs.

***

They both slept late. Finally. just before noon, they made breakfast together. They lounged in their robes together in the living room. Heather took a long relaxing bath. Brian showered and flipped through books in his room. Heather lay on her bed, on the verge of taking a nap. Brian wandered into her room to ask if she needed anything.

“No, I’m fine,” Heather answered.

Brian looked pretty beat himself. Heather invited him to lie down next to her. The two of them enjoyed this renewed feeling of intimacy and soon began chatting about the previous night.

Heather told him how proud she was of the man he had grown into. She said she hoped that he had enjoyed the party.

She told him, “I’m sorry my friends got so rowdy. That’s why you need to be careful around alcohol. Juliet especially got a little out of control. I hope she didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

Brian surprised her by saying that he thought her friends were cool (what college kid thinks middle-aged women are cool?). “Juliet is really fun. I like her a lot.”

Heather remembered that Juliet had visited the house several times that summer. She was going through a divorce and a mid-life crisis to boot, wearing revealing clothes and staying out late partying. Brian always seemed to be happy to see her and the feeling was mutual.

“Oh God, Brian is having another crush on an older woman. What’s up with him?” she worried.

Brian told her, “Thank you for inviting me to the party, Mom. I had a great time. I love you so much. I don’t say it nearly enough. You’re the best mother a son could have.”

He asked her, “Do you want to know why I like Juliet so much?”

“Why?”

“Because she reminds me of you. When you’re having fun. You should be having more fun.”

Heather flashed him a big grin. “I’ll try.”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Mom. You should be having lots of fun.”

“Well, we can have some fun together.”

“Definitely together.”

“Always together, day and night,”

Heather laughed and hit him lightly over the head with a pillow. What did she just say? Abruptly, she suggested they go downstairs and have one of their games of Scrabble. Nevertheless Heather told herself with a hint of self-satisfaction, “Who wouldn’t want to have fun with me?”

They ordered Chinese delivery. They shared dishes as usual, he got some of her Beef With Broccoli and she got some of his Kung Pao Chicken. They found themselves giggling together and she did not know why. They playfully fed each other.

She stared into Brian’s face and thought, “What a delightful young man I’ve raised.”

Brian told her, “I really have missed you, Mom. Life’s just not the same without you.”

Heather responded, “I feel the same way, honey. But I’ll always be there for you.”

She stroked his hair. She realized that she had the urge to kiss him on the lips.

They spent the evening watching episodes of “The Office” and “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and laughing riotously together. They were sitting on the couch and Heather realized that she wanted to hold her son’s hand. She thought she loved Brian more than anything else in the world except herself. She never felt this way about any of the men she dated.

Around eleven, Heather told Brian it was time for her to go to bed. She gave him a big hug before she went upstairs.

“Happy New Year, Baby,” she whispered to him.

She realized that she wanted to kiss him passionately, for the two of them to take each other like lovers.

“What is wrong with me?” she thought.

She smiled. Whatever was wrong with her felt really great.

***

Since she was in such a nice mood, Heather put on one of her sexier nighties, one that always made her feel good about herself. She looked at herself in the mirror before she turned off the light.

She slid into bed. To her surprise, she realized that she was feeling horny. Heather got out her vibrator and used it on her tits and then on her clit.

“Mmmmmm, that feels good,” she thought.

Her mind wandered through various arousing thoughts. Gary, assorted men from her past, hot movie stars, Kay Allen enjoying a young stud, Brian….oh yes, Brian seemed to be doing it for her tonight. Brian? BRIAN??? Her son? But the clit wants what it wants….imagining Brian naked, seeing his cock. The thoughts grew more intense. Seducing Brian. Taking his virginity. Feeling his cock inside of her. Teaching him to eat her just the way she liked. Enjoying the forbidden delights of mother-son love. Making him into her perfect lover.

Heather felt her body trembling.

She found herself whispering, “I want to fuck my son. I want to FUCK my son. I want to fuck my SON. Give it to me. Brian. Give Mommy that beautiful cock. Be a good boy and lick Mommy’s pussy. My beautiful, beautiful boy, Brian. OH! FUCK. OH! FUCKING FUCK.”

Her pussy twitched. She gasped. It was the most intense orgasm she had felt in years. She ran her hands over her pussy. She realized that not only was she soaking wet, she had squirted, something she had done a few times before, but not in a very long time.

She suddenly realized the desires she felt were going to take over her life, just as the need to care for Brian once had. The central impulse of Heather’s life was now the urge to fuck her son.

She had a vision: her running through her suburban neighborhood in her nightie, yelling at the top of her lungs, “My name is Heather Manning and I WANT TO FUCK MY SON. My son Brian is beautiful and I WANT HIS COCK INSIDE OF ME. Did you hear that? I WANT TO FUCK MY SON!”

Those bitches who were after her son needed to back off — if any older woman is going to take her son’s cherry, it should be his own mother!

To her surprise, Heather didn’t feel guilty at all. She felt liberated, like a dam had broken. She could accept her desires now.

Heather drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, she couldn’t remember her dreams exactly, but somehow they involved Gary. And Brian. And fucking. Maybe Gary and Brian fucking her together? Maybe Gary giving her permission to fuck Brian? Maybe Gary giving Brian instruction on how to fuck his mom properly? Who knows, dreams were weird.

She remembered her feelings of the night before. To her surprise, they were still fresh. And she didn’t feel any guilt at all. It was just a fact of life now.

“My name is Heather Wilder Manning. I have a Bachelor of Arts in Economics. I am the president and sole proprietor of Manning Property Management. I am a widow. I am a homeowner residing at 85 Honey Lane in Mount Ranger Estates. My son’s name is Brian Wilder Manning. He is beautiful and perfect and I want to fuck him. Not only that, I will fuck him.”

***

She was in the office by 7:30 and she was alone. She tried to concentrate on work but all she could think about was fucking Brian.

She knew that society disapproved of incest, but it used to disapprove of a lot of things that are now accepted. Anyway, she had complete confidence in her own judgment.

Her parents had told her that a smart girl could never find a man. She had found a man: many, many men, really. Her church had told her that good girls don’t enjoy sex. Boy, were they wrong! Who wanted to be a “good girl” anyway?

Her working-class community had scorned her for going to a prestigious college. What a bunch of hillbillies. Her more prudish friends had warned her that sexual promiscuity and casual drug use would destroy her life. WRONG.

Heather believed that if she wanted something, it was right. She was told that fucking her girlfriends’ boyfriends would have terrible consequences. Nothing happened. She had embezzled from her firm and nothing happened. She had evaded taxes and nothing happened.

She had sex with Brian’s married algebra teacher to get him an “A” and nothing happened. Nothing good sexually, at least — guys need to realize that, when it came to anal, too much lube was just enough. But her darling son did get an A. Just in case, she had recorded their sessions so she could blackmail him if needed.

The only time her judgment had failed her was when Dorothy warned her that Gary needed a strong woman in his life, and she disregarded her advice. She would not make the same mistake twice.

She reasoned, “Brian had achieved what he had because he had a strong woman leading him, disciplining him, loving him. Why shouldn’t the same strong woman guide him into manhood? So many men were shitty lovers. Why shouldn’t a strong woman shape him into an ideal lover?”

Heather found herself creating a Power Point on The Seduction of Brian. She knew that there would be obstacles, beyond society’s 31 varieties of moralistic bullshit. Brian had the same urges as any other young man, but she suspected he felt guilty about them, especially since she was increasingly aware that he was indeed attracted to his own mother.

Years and years of being a “good boy” devoted to his studies had made him a little repressed — but who better than the mother whom he worshipped to set him free?

His paternal grandparents, Ralph and Dorothy, had helped a lot with his raising — and certainly kicked in a lot of their family fortune — but when Brian stayed with them on weekends, they took him to church, which she was sure filled his head with all sorts of hellfire crap. She was pretty sure they had indoctrinated him into some Purity Pledge bullshit.

She began creating her slides:

“Problem: Brian might think it was wrong. Solution: persuade him it was an act of love — how could love be wrong? Appeal to “good son” self-image: “good sons” please their mothers. If mothers want to have sex with them, they should comply with their wishes.”

“Problem: Brian might be uncomfortable with his mom’s body. Solution: Display more affection. Show more skin at home. Find situations where they could share sensual experiences. Find ways to show Brian that it is good to please Mom’s body.”

“Problem: Brian might not see Mom as sexual. Solution: Show Brian that Mom enjoyed sex.”

“Problem: Brian is inhibited. Solution: break down Brian’s inhibition through prudent substance use.”

As Heather reviewed her slides, she became more and more excited by the prospect of deflowering her son. She bet he was hung like his dad. And he was so devoted to her, she was sure he would do anything she asked, once she had implemented her plan. She felt herself getting wet.

Heather glanced around, making sure the blinds were shut and the door firmly closed. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and slid her hand up her dress. Rubbing her pussy through her panties, she let herself think of Brian. His blond hair, his blue eyes, his strong hands caressing her body…. she slid down her panties to her knees. What was up with her?

“Brian, Brian, Brian, I have a son named Brian. To get into his pants, I am constantly tryin’. Thinking of his big cock, I am sighin’.” She giggled like a schoolgirl enjoying a new crush.

She stuck a finger inside herself. Imagining it was Brian’s cock? Finger? Tongue? He was going to be a good boy, she would train him well. The same pussy where she made him with Gary, where she pushed him out into the world, was going to be where Brian became a man. She always needed to finish by rubbing her clit. Her right index finger began twirling her love button.

“My son, my son, my son, my lover.” She felt herself getting closer….closer….closer.

***

She heard a knock on her door, “Ms. Manning, Ms. Manning, Ms. Manning, everyone is here for the 9:00 meeting.” It was Melissa LeMay, her executive assistant. She was a cutie, if Heather had been more into women, she would have made a play for her on a business trip. She had experimented a little in college. Who hadn’t? It was fun, but, you know, not really her thing, although some men could definitely benefit from lessons from those LUG girls.

Every morning she had a 9:00 staff meeting to start the day. She was always early. Now she was going to be late!

“I’m coming, Melissa! I just have to finish something.” Heather smiled.

Damn, she wasn’t going to be able to come or finish this something. She pulled up her panties and smoothed out her dress. She opened the door, told Melissa she just had to dash to the ladies’ room — maybe something she ate? She quickly washed her face and checked herself in the mirror. Lookin’ like a million bucks, like usual. She shot herself a sly smile.

“Heather Manning: Successful Businesswoman. Heather Manning: Perfect Mom. Heather Manning: Incestuous Pervert.”

***

Heather started implementing her plan in a subtle way that evening. She had encouraged Brian to take up cooking. Not only was it helpful for her, but it was a great life skill, and a surefire way to impress the ladies. Around six, she called home and told Brian to start dinner. When she arrived around 6:30, he had set the table and poured her a glass of her favorite white wine.

She praised him for being so thoughtful and told him, “Pour yourself a glass. You’re a grownup now. You can have some wine with Mom.”

He smiled awkwardly. Given that Brian didn’t get a lot of party invitations, she was confident that his experience with alcohol was indistinguishable from zero.

He went back to the kitchen and brought out dinner. It was a simple but tasty meal. A green salad with blue cheese dressing. Baked salmon, roasted potatoes, and steamed broccoli. She knew that much of this came out from the freezer, but she appreciated his willingness to make his mother’s life easier.

“You’re going to make some woman a wonderful husband. I know I’d marry you….if you weren’t my son.”

She picked up the bottle of pinot grigio. She filled her glass and then his. Heather knew that she had built up a formidable tolerance, but her son surely hadn’t. Sure enough, when he cleared the table, she noticed a little wobbliness. He came from the kitchen with two dishes of hazelnut gelato.

“Hazelnut! You remembered that I love hazelnut. What a wonderful son you are. Thoughtful…and handsome, too.”

After dessert, and Brian clearing the table, Heather walked into the kitchen. She could see that the alcohol was really having its effect on Brian. He was standing up, loading the dishwasher, but he was a bit unsteady on his feet.

Heather told him, “Thank you for dinner, Brian. You’re really the best son a mother could ask for.”

When he shut the dishwasher, she kissed him on the cheek, and then on the neck. She put her arms around him and then reached down and playfully squeezed his butt. She was rubbing against him lightly.

She teased him, “Those college girls are stupid. If I was one of them, I would eat you up!”

Brian blushed and stammered, “Th-th-th-thanks, Mom.”

As Heather held him close, she could feel him getting an erection.

“My half-drunk son is at half-mast,” she thought, “And it’s because of me! Tee-hee.”

Brian looked embarrassed and scooted out of the kitchen.

“Still work to be done in breaking down his inhibitions,” she thought.

***

Late one afternoon, Heather got home early and decided to take a bath to relax: scented candles, bath salts, lavender oil, a THC gummie, the whole treatment.. She had her eyes shut and was drifting sleepward, when she heard a sound. Brian announced that he was home. She jumped out of her bath, threw on a towel, and ran down to greet him. Her towel barely covered her bosom and buttocks.

“How was your day, darling?” Heather cooed to her son.

“Moooooom!!!”

“What? I was just taking a bath. It’s very relaxing. You should try it sometime. Or even now. Oh, how Intro to English Literature with Dr. Hardy go this semester? I know she gave you an assignment to analyze The Wife of Bath’s Tale. Middle English can be tough. Did she cover that in class?”

“Ummm…barely covered.”

She looked at him. Poor boy fighting his natural instinct to check out his Mom’s cleavage. The next morning, she barged into his room before he usually woke up.

“Get up, sleepy head,” Heather murmured.

He wiped his eyes.

“Let’s go.”

She pulled the sheet off. There it was: a nice big morning erection that he was trying to hide.

“I see you’re already up.”

“Mom!!!”

***

As was her wont sometimes, Heather went to a spa one weekend. Massages, saunas, hot tubs, facials, they all helped her mellow out. When she came home refreshed, Brian complemented her on how good she looked. She didn’t tell him that she always gave her favorite masseuse a tip to finger her pussy and stroke her clit until she came.

Heather got an idea. “Would you like to keep your mother looking so great?”

“Of course, Mom.” Heather took Brian up to her bedroom.

“Would you like to learn how to give Mom a massage?”

“Sure.”

She got a towel and lay it on the bed. She stripped down to her bra and panties.

“Mom!”

“Don’t be a baby.”

“Start by rubbing my shoulders. There you go. That feels good.”

She then instructed him on massaging her lower back. Heather undid her bra. Careful not to show her breasts, she now lay directly on the towel. Heather couldn’t see Brian’s face, but she was sure he was blushing.

“Oh Brian, keep rubbing my back, honey,” she cooed.

He was inexperienced, but his young hands were so strong, and he was so motivated to please his mother.

“My insatiable son. Insatiable for Mommy’s approval,” she thought with a laugh.

“Now rub my legs. Yes, my love,” Heather instructed.

She was groaning with pleasure, as much from the naughtiness of what she was doing, as from her son’s administrations.

“Rub my feet, darling,” she told him.

After about fifteen minutes, Heather told Brian he could stop.

“That was very nice. You made Mom feel very good. Don’t you want to make Mom feel good?”

Brian nodded.

***

Brian was, of course, spending spring break with his mother. Heather began to see it as the best time to complete her seduction. But she needed to test the waters first.

Brian came home late Friday afternoon. After dinner, Heather told Brian that she wanted to relax. He agreed that he also wanted to kick back a bit. She got out a well-chilled bottle of chardonnay and poured them each a glass. She also pulled out a small bag of multi-colored candy.

“Have one, darling.”

Brian was a little taken aback. He didn’t know much about drugs, but he had seen THC gummies before. Heather had a secret stash that she kept in her nightstand. She took one every now and then after a stressful day. But she had always hid them from Brian.

“Don’t worry, Brian. I take these all the time. They just help me chill out.”

Brian nervously took a green one and chewed away.

Initially, they had an innocuous conversation: gossip about friends (Juliet’s divorce was final), what was going on at work, Brian’s life at college. But as the combination of chardonnay and THC had its effect on Brian, Heather steered the conversation in a different direction.

“I’m sure that you will start enjoying college more. There are a lot of temptations, but as long as you don’t overindulge, you’ll be all right.”

“Yeah, I think so. I do like my classes.”

“I’m sure some girl will be into you.”

“Maybe.”

“Young girls can be stupid. They go for the dumb jocks instead of the guys who would treat them right. As girls get older — become women, really — they get a little smarter. get a little more self-confident. You’re the sort of guy they’ll like.”

“I hope so….I dunno, Mom.”

“You’re a very attractive young man. You might not realize, but you’re a real hottie.”

“Mom!”

“And you’re sweet, too. You think of others, which a lot of young men don’t.”

Brian just blushed. He was increasingly wasted.

“I know you’re never had a girlfriend. That’s OK. There’s plenty of time. Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“No, not reeeeeeeally. A couple of times at parties, but not for very long.”

“So I’m guessing you are a virgin?

“Ummmm…yes, Mom.”

“That’s OK. Nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of people graduate from high school still being virgins. Though I didn’t.”

“Mom!”

“Ha, we’re all sexual creatures. Even your mother.”

Brian giggled.

“One thing girls like to do is dance. I used to do it all the time, it was fun. Not enough guys do, which is a pity, it’s a great way to meet girls. I’ve never seen you dance, except at weddings.”

“No, I don’t really know how.”

“It’s not that hard. And it’s like sex, you don’t have to be good at it to enjoy it.”

“Oh my God, Mom!”

“Ha, it’s a skill every young man should learn, just like eating pussy.”

Brian was so wasted, he just burst into laughter.

“C’mon, let’s dance together, babe.”

“OK.”

Heather stood up, well aware that she was now pretty high. Brian had trouble standing up and kept giggling. She had to pull him to this feet. “Let’s do it.”

Heather loaded up the CD player (yes, she still had a CD player) with Prince, Madonna, and Boyz II Men. (Heather was a Basic Bitch with Basic Bitch tastes). She shook her hips and strutted around the living room floor.

“Baby you gotta get your butt into it,” she told her son.

At one point, she started chanting, “Heather’s got a big ole butt, oh yeah.”

Shaking her rear at Brian, it was clear that Heather’s boast was 100% true.

Then she switched to “Brian’s got a cute little butt, oh yeah.”

Her son was way too wasted to object. He was loosening up and starting to groove to the beat.

Heather started to sing along to the music: “I wanna be your lover / I wanna to be the only one who makes you come running / I wanna be your lover / I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long.”

“Get into the groove / Boy, you’ve got to prove your love to me.”

They were having a great time. Heather took his hand and twirled him around.

“Now you try!”

Then “I’ll Make Love To You” came on.

“Girls especially like to slow dance. It’s really not hard,” Heather explained to him.

She put her left hand on his hip and took his left hand in her right hand. She guided him around the floor. Their bodies were right up against each other. Heather felt Brian getting hard — so hard she wondered if he was about to shoot it.

“I’m so proud of myself,” thought Heather.

She gave his butt a playful squeeze. In turn, Brian felt her massive, incomparable butt.

“We’re really making progress tonight!” flashed through her brain.

Eventually Brian was too high to stand. They sat on the couch together, Brian’s head in her lap.

“Can I ask you something, Brian.”

“OK, Mom.”

“You seem to really like my friends like Juliet and Tanya.”

“Yeah.”

“What do you like about them?”

“They’re cool, they’re smart, they’re fun.”

“Do you think I am cool and smart and fun?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like Juliet and Tanya better than girls your own age?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“You said that young girls can be stupid, and they are.”

“Do you think Juliet and Tanya are sexy.”

“Oh yeah they’re sexy.” Brian looked like he was about to nod out.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s sweet. Ha, ha, your mom’s just fucking with you.”

But Brian had already fallen asleep in her lap. She was wasted enough that she was dozing away soon, too.

At different points in the night, they each woke up and stumbled up to bed.

***

Heather woke up first, around 8 AM. She walked past Brian’s room and looked inside. He was snoring away on top of his sheet, completely naked.

Heather smiled. Not only was she enjoying the view, she was confident that before long, she would have him in her bed in the same condition.

Later she asked him what he remembered of the previous night. He remembered drinking wine with her and dancing with her, but the rest was a blur.

Heather and Brian spent a pleasant day together, shopping, going out to lunch, feeling almost like a couple. When they got home, Heather asked for her usual massage. Brian was getting pretty good. After dinner, they spent the evening watching TV.

They both headed to bed a little bit before midnight. As she settled into bed, Heather heard a familiar sound from Brian’s bedroom. His bed was squeaking and she was sure he was jerking off. Probably thinking of me, she thought.

Heather had usually been discreet about her own masturbation sessions. But now she brought out her big pink Rabbit. Before long, she was grooving on the stimulation of her clit and G-spot. She made sure to visualize Brian.

Heather didn’t hold anything back. She moaned loudly throughout, until she reached what seemed like a three-minute orgasm. She heard his bed squeaking constantly, until he moaned loudly himself, surely because he had shot his load. They had shared their first orgasm. She knew the following weekend was going to be the one.

And so here she was, sipping her coffee, waiting for her darling son and soon-to-be lover to arise. She heard a little noise from upstairs. Surely it was Brian putting on something, probably also waiting for his morning erection to calm down.

She called upstairs, “Baby, do you want some breakfast?”

Brian answered, “Sure, Mom, I’ll be right down.”

He galloped down the stairs. Heather looked at him and smiled. Her work at getting him more comfortable with showing his body around his Mom had worked. He was wearing a robe that was hanging open, revealing a pair of Jockeys, which did not do a good job hiding his bulge.

“Such a beautiful young man,” she thought, “and he’s all mine. Even more so today.”

She made him some coffee and a little breakfast. They stood together in the kitchen, as if they were already lovers.

“Do you have any plans for today, dear?” Heather asked.

Brian said that had some work to do for school and since the weather was crappy, he would spend the day at home.

Heather smiled to herself. “Since we are going to be kicking back, let’s have a couple of drinks.”

She grabbed a bottle of prosecco in the back of one of the cabinets. She made them each a mimosa. Spending so much time with his mother was giving Brian the tastes of a middle-aged woman. They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Sipping on their mimosas, Heather and Brian chatted casually.

Heather declared, ” Things will get better as you progress in college. I’m sure you’ll find a group of friends and some girl who likes you. Have fun, but hope you don’t forget your Mom.”

Brian said with a laugh, “I could never do that. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“The world? Maybe the Western Hemisphere. There are some supermodels in Europe who might beat me out.”

Brian laughed.

Heather psyched herself up — for the first time in the whole enterprise, her self-confidence was shaky. But years in the business world had taught her how to fake feeling self-assured. She knew how to take control of a room and she would do it here.

“Brian, you’re a very handsome young man. You remind me so much of your father when we were first together. Smart, funny, considerate — any woman in the world would be lucky to have you,” she purred.

Clearly feeling the effects of the mimosa, Brian laughed. “Stop, Mom! You’re embarrassing me.”

“You know I love you very much, Brian. I always have and always will. That’s the thing about a mother’s love.”

“Stop stalling and do it!” she thought.

Heather tousled her son’s hair. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, lingering so he could have no mistake about his mother’s intentions. She threw her arms around him.

Heather thought, “I’m doing it! I’m really doing it!”

Brian’s eyes showed a surprised look. But he kissed her back. Heather secretly suspected that years of conforming to her will was making it possible for him to overcome his nervousness. If Mom wanted it, it had to be good. She slid her tongue into his mouth.

Before long, they were making out furiously, like lovers giving into a forbidden passion. He was into it! Their hands were running all over each other. She grabbed his right hand and placed it on her left breast. She was sure this was the first time he had touched a breast since he had nursed.

Brian began gently caressing her. She slipped her boobs out of her nightie. He now put his hands on them, his face showing a look of wonder.

“Go on, feel them, honey. Don’t they feel nice?”

Brian nodded. “They sure do, um, Mom.”

After a few minutes of Brian feeling her breasts, Heather told him, “Suck on them. I remember how much you used to enjoy them back in the day.”

They both laughed. He was starting to relax and enjoy himself. He began sucking on her nipples loudly.

Heather cried out, “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

She was reveling in the transition from Heather the Mom to Heather the Horny Bitch. She stroked his head as he fed from her bosom. It was so wonderfully perverted to feel the same son she had nursed once again sucking on her tits.

She told him to take off his robe and lie back. Heather began flicking her tongue on his nipples, then giving them playful little bites. Brian gasped.

She looked up at him. “Boys have boobies, too!”

She laid on top of him. They resumed kissing. She reached down and pulled down his briefs. She just had to sneak a peek.

“What a beautiful, thick, hard cock. Where had she seen it before? Of course, it looked just like his father’s!” she said to herself.

It was nice to have Gary’s cock back again. She had missed it.

Now they lay facing each other. She slipped out of her nightie, lying completely naked. She looked at his cock and smiled.

“You have a lovely cock, Brian. If the girls at school knew what you had….” She laughed.

“Seriously, it’s one of the biggest I’ve seen. And your mom has seen a lot of them in her time.”

Her hand grabbed her son’s dick and began gently stroking it.

“Oh my God,” she thought. “I’m really touching my son’s cock.”

He started breathing harder.

“A young man like you needs an experienced woman to teach him about sex. And believe me, your mom is experienced,” Heather told her son. “No one will ever love you like I do, Brian. No one can teach you like I can.”

Heather’s hand-job game was still strong. His cock began oozing precum. He started thrusting. Sometimes, she would ease off because she wanted a dick for other things. But this would be it for now. She started to go in for the kill.

But it was taking a little while for her son to come. Maybe her son had stamina? Maybe from all that wacking? Finally, after several minutes, he sprayed a huge load, much of it landing on his mother’s hand. She spread her son’s cum on his body and hers.

“My, my boy can really make a mess.”

They both laughed.

“Now it’s Mom’s turn.”

She started to rub her pussy, already damp from the thrill of seducing her son.

“I know you watch porn, so I’m sure you know that girls play with themselves, too. Even Mom does,” she explained.

She worked her clit a little.

“Watch me, baby. You need to learn how to touch pussy.”

She moaned a bit as she moved her hand up and down. Brian was staring at her crotch, almost dumbfounded.

“Put your hand on mine, darling.”

Of course, he complied.

She rubbed her pussy gently.

“You see darling, that’s what Mommy likes.”

After a few more minutes, they switched so her hand was on his. The thought that her son was feeling her pussy was so deliciously naughty that she felt herself getting soaked.

“Mmmm… such a good boy, such a good boy for Mom.” She kissed him. “You like being a good boy?”

He just nodded. She took her hand off.

“There you go, honey. Up and down, up and down.”

This had to be one of the best days of her life.

“Now just slide a finger in. Yessss. Now pull it out.. I want you to taste it.”

He licked his right index finger, already glistening with her juices.

“Doesn’t your mother taste good?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Now back to work. Fuck me with your finger.”

After a few minutes, she told him to work her clit. “Just rub it.”

She closed her eyes. She felt herself coming closer and closer to orgasm. And suddenly — there it was — her son had made her orgasm. It wasn’t just the boy’s earnest but inexperienced administrations. It was the incredible, heavenly pleasure of her unfathomable perversion.

Heather stood up and stretched. “C’mon, babe, let’s go clean up.”

Brian was a little woozy but his mother pulled him to his feet. Hand-in-hand, they walked up the stairs into Heather’s bathroom. She turned on the shower.

“Hop in with me, lover,” she invited.

The warm water fell soothing on their bodies. They began to soap up each other. As she washed her son’s chest, Heather noticed that his chest hair had grown nicely over the past few years, perhaps a sign that he was going to follow his father’s hirsute path, and that his weightlifting was giving him some definition.

She worked her way down to his crotch, where she washed his cock and balls.

Heather thought to herself, “I, Heather Wilder Manning, am washing my son’s dick. It was shaping up to be the day of my dreams.”

The hot water was distending his cock, making him look even more impressive. Brian washed her boobs with a circular motion and Heather felt her nipples hardening. He worked his way down to her crotch, where he gently stroked her pussy.

She turned around and told Brian to wash her humungous ass. He complied with her request. Brian cooed in her ears that she had a beautiful ass. She laughed. Heather imagined ordering him to kiss her ass, to worship it, but Advanced Butt Worship could wait. Instead, mother and son made out passionately, their lips burning with desire, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies.

After they stepped out of the shower, they toweled off each other. They put their robes back on and prepared for a lazy, rainy Sunday together. Brian had schoolwork to do, while Heather first caught up on a few items from the office and then settled into a novel that Tanya had recommended to her.

They made dinner together, laughing and teasing like the lovers they had become, and treated the repast as the celebration it was. After dinner, Heather told her son to join her upstairs in her bed. She didn’t have to tell him twice.

They shed their robes and kissed each other with a riotous passion. Their tongues darted in and out of their mouths. Heather felt Brian’s strong hands grasping her arms. They rolled around the bed clutching each other, enthralled in the sensuality of their forbidden passion. Brian kissed her neck, Heather squeezed his nipples.

As they caressed each other’s bodies all over, Brian cried out, “Oh Mom, I love you so much!”

Heather couldn’t tell whether Brian was expressing love for her as his mother or as his lover or both, and she didn’t much care. This was surpassing her wildest dreams for the first day. She began stroking his hard dick. He began playing with her pussy, rubbing her clit, fingering her, spreading her. She felt herself getting wet — her son was learning how to touch her.

She kissed his chest, then his belly, and then grabbed his dick in her hand and licked the head. Brian gasped. Heather began bobbing and slobbering on her son’s cock.

‘”Oh my God, I am sucking my son’s cock — and I’m loving it. I really am Mother of the Year,” Heather thought.

Up and down she went. She opened her throat so she could take the whole thing. What a fucking thick cock — she couldn’t wait to get it inside her.

And so she didn’t. Heather lifted her head off his cock. She looked at her son and smiled. Heather had done some cherryplucking in her time. It was fun, and she enjoyed having a little sense of ceremony, making the boy feel special, building his self-confidence a little.

“It’s time, son,” she said. “Time for me to feel you inside of me. Time to for you to feel Mom from the inside. Time for you to become a man.” She laughed softly and sat up. “You know this pussy is where your father and I made you. I am so glad that we made you because you are so special and beautiful. I wish your father was here, he would be so proud. You’re going to be so good! I know it. You’re going to make Mom feel great! And now….Mom is going to fuck you with her fucking cunt!”

She thought to herself, “Isn’t this a special moment between mother and son? Much better that he’s being initiated by an experienced woman who loves him than some stupid bimbo.”

She slid her cunt down on Brian’s cock.

“How does that feel, Brian?” she said as she started to bounce on him.

“Fucking great, Mom.'”

“Just relax, Mom will take care of everything.”

She squeezed his cock tightly. He groaned. Her juices were covering his cock. Their identities as mother and son, even as lovers, were fading away. Now they were just animals in heat.

“Fuck me with your fucking big cock. Fucking give it to me, give it to me.”

She felt him thrusting upward into her — he was gaining confidence.

“Feel my fucking boobs. Feel my goddamn tits.” He reached up and grabbed her breasts and worked her nipples.

“Yeah. feel mom’s big boobs. Fuck me with your big dick.”

Brian cried out, “Oh God, oh God, it feels so fucking good. I love your pussy, Mom, I love your awesome pussy.”

Heather felt herself feeling full, even getting stretched.

“Yeah, that’s what Mama likes,” she told herself.

She felt herself getting closer. “Rub my fucking clit.” Gary — no it’s Brian, Brian, Brian — followed her orders, and gently but firmly stroked her clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the fucking fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He was going to make her come his first time! That’s fucking great for a virgin.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh motherfucker!”

Her juices poured down on her son’s cock. She kept riding him vigorously. Her cherryplucking experience was wide enough that she knew that some boys come too quick the first time, but others can’t come at all, maybe because they were too nervous.

She was getting sore, so she dismounted.

“Jerk your fucking cock, son. I know you jerk it all the fucking time — you know Mama can hear you,” she barked.

She kissed him and held him as he played with his prick. No lube necessary because she had so covered him in her nectar.

She moaned, “You’ve got such a fucking big cock. Fucking huge. You’re going to make the girls so happy with it.”

He breathed harder and harder until — finally, he shot his load, spraying it all over the sheet.

Heather kissed him. “You did it! You’re not a virgin anymore.”

Brian shot her a satisfied grin. “Thank you, Mom. You were great.”

“Thank you, honey. You were great, too. You’re going make the girls very happy.”

“I’m glad it was you.”

“Me, too, baby.”

Exhausted, they started to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. Before she fell asleep, Heather realized something. She didn’t much want to share with “the girls.” She wanted her son for herself.

***

She woke up early and saw her son’s naked body next to hers. She had really done it! She had fucked her son and took his virginity. The plan had worked!

She had been dreaming when she woke. Brian had been in it, so had Gary. Now she was trying to remember it. Gary had told her that he was proud of what she had done. He had told Brian that he was proud of him, too.

And then…..she had felt Gary inside of her, then Brian… were they fucking her together, father and son and mother fucking like horny animals.? Or was Gary watching…..cheering them on? Giving his son a few pointers? She couldn’t quite make sense of it all. Dreams never made sense anyway.