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"You're right," Rachael said and again her heart demanded that she tell Kitty that she loved her and Kitty was struggling as well. But they couldn't. They were too scared.

"I'll go tell the bitch," Kitty said. And Kitty never swore.

Chapter 3: Seducing a Son

For a few days Kitty just tried to ignore everything that had happened. She woke up, got her family together for the day and then went to school. She would see Rachael and talk with her gently, but never about the subject they that both were most concerned about. Rachael seemed a bit strained when she saw her, but in general things were going normally. The only difference was the hot, white hated she felt for Ariel anytime she saw her. She once saw Rachael in the hallway, shrinking away from Ariel as they passed. It broke her heart but she couldn't let it affect her. Ariel had said nothing else, maybe she was just bluffing. She couldn't put it on the internet. that was probably illegal in and of itself.

Then one night she was sitting at her kitchen table, having a glass of wine and thinking. Her husband was at "work" and her son was fast asleep and she was thinking. Suddenly it struck her. The absolute absurdity of what had happened to her. Not just the blackmail. That was truly bizarre. But the situation that had caused the blackmail was no less unlikely.

Her entire life she had always known she was straight. There had never been a doubt in her mind about it. She lost her virginity to a boy in high school. She had gone to college and had sex with several boys and then she had gotten married. There had never been a single instance in her life in which she had ever sexually considered another woman. She had never experimented with women in college and she had not so much as kissed a girl in her entire life until Rachael. Until there was a student who had suddenly kissed her and changed her life, even if she refused to acknowledge that it had.

She was starting to notice women everywhere now. She didn't necessarily want to be with them, she was so happy when she was with Rachael. But all of the sudden she was appreciating the sexuality of women. She appreciated the gentle curves of their bodies, the way their breasts swelled, the way their hips were rounded and the way their legs were thin and smooth. What was it about Rachael? What had caused this?

That night, it suddenly dawned on her. She suddenly realized what had happened to her, what had changed her from a dissatisfied wife to some sort of lesbian. She was lonely. She didn't think that this was something new. She couldn't ever remember in her life a true feeling of love. She was attached to men sexually, but even her husband, what had she ever felt with him? Further, she had never had any close girlfriends, it just hadn't happened. She always felt uncomfortable around women. She had never known what she was missing because she never had it. Then suddenly, when she was almost 40 years old, she met a young girl in her class. They had talked a little bit and she had laughed. It was a girl and she didn't feel uncomfortable around her and the girl obviously enjoyed her company as well. And it wasn't just lust, although her mouth still watered when she thought about Rachael's tight little body. No, it was a real connection. The kind of connection that she had lacked her entire life. She was a lesbian. But only because it was Rachael. If Rachael's soul had been inside of anyone or anything she would have been drawn to it. Rachael was her soul mate. It almost made sense that it didn't make sense. It had been so easy. So easy to fall for the girl.

She realized now, that she was pretending to be happy again. The way she had her entire life. The way she had done with her husband. The way she had done with boyfriends in college and in high school. She was just hoping and praying that everything would be happy again and she was convincing herself already that she was happy. Her body ached suddenly. Every part of her wanted Rachael. Suddenly, the stakes of what she was considering. She realized that unless she fulfilled Ariel's demands, she would be losing the only thing in her life that had ever made her truly happy romantically and sexually. It wasn't fair. But it had to be done.

She had Rachael's cell phone number. They were both very cautious about calling one another, if anyone ever checked the bill it could look suspicious and they were even more cautious now with Ariel, but Kitty couldn't wait any longer. She knew what she had to do. Her fingers flew to the buttons and she felt her hands shaking terribly. It rang for what felt like an eternity. Finally, there was Rachael's gentle voice.

"Kitty? Hello?" she said.

"Hi Rachael," she said, sighing with relief. She had been so nervous but Rachael presence, even across the phone, was a comfort, "I want you to know that I am not going to put any pressure on you. I am not going to let that girl use our emotions against one another."

"What do you mean?" Rachael asked, suddenly sounding concerned. She thought that perhaps this meant that Kitty didn't want to see her anymore.

"It means I am going to try to fulfill my end of the bargain. Even if you don't. I am going to do this for you. The decision will be yours and I won't be angry at you, either way," Kitty explained. The line was silent on the other end. For a terrifying moment, Kitty thought she had misjudged the situation.

"I am going to try too," Rachael said, "I decided right away that I was going to do it." Kitty felt emotions welling deeply within her. Rachael wanted to protect her too. It was a great feeling. How could she feel so safe in such a precarious relationship? She wanted to say something

"Oh my mom is coming! I think I had better go, I want to stay with you. But, you know... I have to go," Rachael said, her voice also thick with unexplored emotions.

"Okay," Kitty said, suddenly disoriented. This was so strange.

"Thanks," Rachael said with a thickness in her voice that called out for Kitty to say something. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but thinking of the young girl with her mother, even in this strange situation, she couldn't say the words.

"You're welcome," was all she could say and then the phone was hung up. Then she was sitting in complete silence and she realized that she had absolutely no idea about what she was going to do next. And for one more day, she did nothing. She knew now that she was going to try, but how does one go about seducing a family member? It was completely absurd.

The most difficult thing to do was select her first target. She knew that she had to seduce her son as well as somehow manage to make her niece a whore. Neither of which was particularly appealing to her and for that entire day it was the only thing she thought of. She weighed the pros and cons of both and occasionally told herself that she was wrong, that she would not do anything and that she would tell Rachael she had changed her mind. But when she thought of this her mind refused to allow it. The tension was growing inside of her. She was just going to make a decision and do it.

Finally, on the Friday after she had met with Ariel and Rachel, she settled on her son. It felt so dirty and wrong. But it made sense. First of all, he was in the house all the time and so he was available. Second, he was an teen boy and that would work in her favor. Third, there were fewer requirements of her with respect to her son. And finally, it would be more emotionally difficult and because she had to do both, if she could do the first one, she would clearly be able to do the second. Of course, thinking about bedding her son and niece in such clinical terms made her feel uncomfortable at first, but she decided that she was going to have to try and act as though she was enjoying it. It is hard to seduce someone when you're feeling sick and hateful. She bought a bunch of nanny cams and strung them around her house, she didn't want to have to think about how to organize a camera.

So now she had to decide what she was going to do. She had never actively tried to seduce anyone before. On Friday night after school she went home and walked up to her bedroom. She knew that her husband was going to be out of town for the next two weeks. She decided that she was going to seduce her son before her husband returned home. She closed the door behind her and carefully started to remove all of her clothing. She felt embarrassed to be taking her clothes off in order to analyze her body, but she had to decide what would be her best assets.

She looked at the beauty in the mirror and felt a bit of pride. Her hair was cascading loose and shiny over her shoulders and just kissing her breasts, which were still so youthful looking with their teardrop shape and upturned, pink nipples. Her skin was tanned and her body very thin, incredibly thin actually for a woman of her age and a mother. Her vagina was waxed bare and she had a tight pink labia. She was certainly attractive enough. But how would she get Richard Jr. to see that in her.

It was early April at that point but they lived in a warm climate. Perhaps she could start dressing a bit more...suggestively at home. She realized that the pool was open and while it was a little bit chilly outside, it was still warm enough to go get a little bit of sun out at the pool.

She walked over to her closet and started to dig. She was looking for something that she had worn long ago, something she hadn't had in a very long time. There were piles and piles of conservative clothes in her closet and Kitty realized that she had never really tried to look attractive before in her life. She had always known she was pretty and took it for granted. But this was the first time she was making a real and definitive effort at it. Even when she was in high school, she had never dressed sexy or even worn make-up. It was almost fun if she completely divorced herself from the context in which this was happening.

Finally she found what she had been looking for. In a small ball, tied together in the bottom of her closet she found a much-hated birthday present her husband had purchased for her a few years ago. She had told him at the time that she was too old and getting to big to be wearing a sexy bikini out at the pool. Better to wear something with a little more fabric. Of course, she had the body for it. She just didn't want to wear it for him. Didn't want to be another one of his objects.

It was a little black thing that had small, rectangular pieces of fabric that covered the area around her nipples but showed off a lot of the sides of her breasts. The bikini bottom was just a small triangle in the front and a thong in the back. She couldn't believe how revealing it was and it was only years after she got it that she realized that it was probably something her husband had bought for one of his bimbos and then realized that he had forgotten her birthday. She quickly slipped it on and looked at herself again in the mirror. She blushed, she felt even more naked now than she had before.

She wanted to run back into the closet and pull it off and maybe tear it up into even tinier little pieces but she knew that she wouldn't. At the same time, she couldn't go walking around like this around the house. She went back into her closet and found a short, white cotton robe that she had gotten at a spa. She put it on and went back to the mirror. In some ways she looked even sexier with just a hint of cleavage sticking out and her long legs looking fit and trim hanging out from the bottom of the robe that was only a few inches below her waist. She knew her son was home now. No time like the present to get started. She took a deep breath, and began.

"Richie?!" she yelled as she came out of her room and headed downstairs.

"Yeah mom?" Richie called from his room where he was studying.

"Come down here a sec," she said called back up. She felt her heart pumping, wondering what was going to happen. But when she saw her son's innocent face at the top of the stairs she felt better.

"What's up?" she said and she saw for just a brief second that his eyes ran across her legs and her breasts. She hoped that she wasn't blushing.

"I was going to lay out by the pool, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me," she said.

"Is the water warm?" he asked.

"I don't think so. I think I am just going to go out and get a tan. You should come out too, girls like a boy with a nice tan," she explained, wanting to see his reaction to that. She noticed that he smiled shyly.

"Mom, I didn't realize you were so interested in my dating life. After all you sent me to an all-boys school" he said rolling his eyes. He was a cute boy. And so sweet, so unlike his father. She found herself looking at his body. He was wearing shorts and he quickly took off her T-shirt, he was going to come out with her. He was still very skinny but her shoulders were starting to bulk up, like a man, and he had some small muscles rippling in his stomach. She noticed hair on his legs and realized he was a young man. He was smaller than other 18 year old buys, but he was still a handsome young man, not a boy at all anymore. Like his father looked in his pictures growing up, except with his mother's dark hair.

"Don't act all shy," she said now, feeling comfortable now. It was just her and her son, after all.

"Come on, let's tan," he said, clearly not interested in talking about romance. He was very private about his personal life, and she was generally okay with that. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was a bit of a nerd at this school. She'd never seen him have a girlfriend. But he had some close friends and seemed happy, ready for college. She smiled as he walked past her down the stairs and walked out the back door into the yard with the pool. She took a deep breath and followed after him.

She watched as Richie moved around the pool and dipped his toe in and then looked back at her and shivered in an exaggerated fashion for her entertainment. She smiled at him and walked outside. He quickly moved over to the far side of the pool and laid down on one of the deck chairs and relaxed, closing his eyes. Kitty crossed the cement around the pool slowly and stood for a second in front of the deck chair next to her son. She waited for him to open his eyes.

"You going to lay down or just stand there Mom?" he teased and she smiled at him. He was using his hand to shield his eyes and looking up at her. She steeled herself quickly and then untied her robe and let it slip off of her body. She did the best she could to look at her son without looking at him. She saw that he was still shading his eyes and staring at her. She could tell also that his mouth was hanging open and that his eyes followed her as she laid down on the deck chair. She looked down at her large breasts straining against her bikini and her long legs and felt her heart beating quickly.

She lay down on the chair and tried to relax. She wasn't going to seduce him today. She was just planting a seed. She noticed him looking over at her furtively on occasion and she smiled to herself. It was kind of cute. This was actually kind of fun. At least this part was. She arched her back for a moment, pretending to stretch her back and saw his eyes follow her chest. A few minutes later, she rolled over on her back and saw him staring at the bottom of her thong, at her tight, tanning ass. It felt nice to be desired by a man. She loved Rachael, but she found she craved attention from men as well. Even if they were young men. Even if they were her son.

That day she didn't do anymore. She didn't want to come on too strong, besides she had time. For the rest of the weekend she merely did the same thing. She invited him out to sunbathe with her and everyday she wore her skimpy little bathing suit. Everyday she noticed that he stared at her. She couldn't be sure, but she felt relatively confident that he was only turning over to sun his back because he was starting to get erections while looking at her. She felt flattered. However, she also monitored his behavior closely. He didn't seem to be acting oddly, he didn't seem to think he was doing anything wrong and she wanted to keep it that way.

At the start of the week she was starting to feel the pressure. This was fun but it wasn't going to get her out from under Ariel's heel. She was going to have to up the stakes. On Monday after school she came home and quickly got dressed. Her son got home a few minutes later and responded enthusiastically when she invited him to come outside and sunbathe. She continued her normal routine, revealing her little bikini and watching him watch her. Then she threw in a little twist.

"Honey," she said in a sultry sexy voice, just to see how he would react. He looked at her and was blushing already. She wondered what he was thinking about at just that moment.

"What mom?" he asked, his voice sounding husky and uncertain. She saw his trunks bulging and saw the way he tried to cover himself up and she smiled.

"I think I am going to start burning, would you mind putting a little bit of sunscreen on me?" she asked and pointed over to the picnic table where she had strategically placed suntan lotion. He looked at it.

"Okay mom, whatever you need," he said and got up quickly, bending over oddly to try to hide his erection. She gave him a playful swat on his butt as he walked by and he looked back at her mischievously. Grabbed the lotion and came back. He sat down on the deck chair next to her and turned to face her. She squirted some of the lotion into his hands.

"Don't you want to roll over on your back, you can get your front," he said, looking a little bit nervous. He was staring down at her body.

"Oh sweetie," she said in a baby doll voice that just naturally came out and seemed to excited him, "can't you get the front and back? I am just so tired..."

"Okay," he said quickly and then looked a little nervous, like he'd said it too quickly. She didn't respond and soon her started at her ankles. She felt the cold, slippery feeling of the lotions against her skin and she moaned. It was not on purpose. Richie paused for a second and then slowly began to knead the lotion into her skin. His hands were soft, but strong as she looked down at him, rubbing it against her shin and reaching around to feel her calf. She felt him rubbing up her leg slowly, touching her knee. He was shifting uncomfortably and trying hard to look her in the eye.

She felt a strange sensation that she hadn't suspected. She started to feel a bit hot. At the same time she could feel that her pussy was getting ever so slightly wet. She liked the way his slick hands felt against her skin. He continued to work his way up her leg, feeling her thigh. She gently spread her legs, giving him slightly more space. She felt his hands moving up the insides of her thighs and felt her hands grasping at the deckchair arms, her mouth open and staring intently at her son behind her sunglasses. She hadn't been with Rachael in over a week; she hadn't realized how horny she was.

When he was just a few inches away from her bikini bottom she realized she couldn't take it anymore, she was enjoying this too much, too fast. This wouldn't work if she jumped him out here. She hadn't even realized that that should have been a concern. What was wrong with her? Maybe she was some kind of degenerate. Maybe she didn't really love Rachael; she just thought she did because she was some kind of pervert.

"Get Mommy's tummy," she said, not trying to use baby language and knowing that it sounded sexy. He put more lotion in his hands and started to rub it on her flat stomach, working it into her bellybutton, letting his strong, wet hands work the lotion deep into her skin. She felt his hand accidentally brush against the bottom of her mostly exposed breast. For a moment they froze but she acted like she felt nothing. Now his hands were rubbing against her arms.