A Mother's Sin (2023 Revision)

“Well. There she is, Miss Williams. Showtime, I suppose...”

“Is that really his mother? Goodness gracious!”

“Are you prepared for this, Lacy?”

“No wonder the poor boy is troubled, just look at her! His mother is a captivating enchantress, for heaven’s sake. Can you believe she had the audacity to attend a parent-teacher conference dressed like that?”

“Is it just me, or did our professors conveniently forget to teach us how to handle children from less fortunate backgrounds? I mean, what are we supposed to say in a situation like this?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea, but I suspect her provocative attire is at least half of the problem!”

“My apologies for being a tad late, I was out on a date and we encountered some traffic. So, what’s the tag team action all about?”

“Thank you for joining us, Miss Williams. And, well, this is Mrs. Lacy, our esteemed acting assistant principal. Please, have a seat, if you would be so kind.”

“Oh dear, I already have a sinking feeling about where this is headed. What on earth has Jimmy done? He’s such a good-natured young man!”

“Well, yes, ma’am, for the most part, he truly is. However, we have noticed some rather... peculiar behavior from him as of late.”

“And unfortunately, Miss Williams, that’s where I come into the picture. I believe it would be best if we cut straight to the chase. Jim has found himself in detention three times this week for, well, engaging in inappropriate touching with the girls in his classes - caressing their delicate bosoms and derrières.”

“Oh! My goodness! That... I certainly wasn’t expecting that.”

“If any of the girls’ parents decide to file complaints, we may have no choice but to expel Jim, Miss Williams. And none of us want that to happen, especially considering you are a single parent. Therefore, we would like to assist you in addressing this issue with Jimmy. To be completely honest... we both agree that your, um, your choice of attire may be partially responsible.”

“Miss Williams, really! He’s at that age, he’s eighteen! Boys’ hormonal urges don’t always differentiate between, well, right and wrong.”

“Wait, hold up right there,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “What does my dressing habits have to do with his normal hormonal urges?”

My friend’s eyes flickered over my curves, taking in the way my dress hugged my ample breasts and hugged my curves. “I mean, if he’s seeing men grabbing onto you to show affection, he thinks it’s okay to do the same.”

I raised an eyebrow. “But I haven’t had a man grab onto me in I don’t know how long. Today was the first date I’ve had in six months.”

My friend leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Now, Devon has mentioned other men here, but the problem may not be there. I mean, Jim’s developed a fixation on breasts and buttocks, Miss Williams, and let’s be frank here, you have ample in both categories, if you follow me? He may be, how do I say, repressing or redirecting his desires or his fascination with you.”

My heart raced as I realized what he was suggesting. “Are you trying to insinuate that my own son is...that he’s lusting for me?”

“Don’t freak out, Miss Williams,” he said, his hand reaching out to touch mine. “It’s not unheard of. Boys at Jim’s age don’t relate ‘Mom to - to sex.’ They relate boobs and butts, and that’s all. He’s not really so much lusting after you as he may be lusting after your, well, abundant physical attributes, if you follow me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Look, I can’t help it if I have big tits and a big ass...”

“Oh, we realize that, Miss Williams,” he said, his eyes darkening with desire. “But putting them on display like you do may antagonize the boy.”

A mischievous smile danced upon her lips as she responded, her voice dripping with seduction, “So, you expect me to conceal my beauty? Shall I wrap myself in a delicate sheet, or perhaps don an old-fashioned barrel with suspenders? My derriere, as wide as a semi-truck, demands attention. I must display my ample bosom to offer men a captivating sight, one that diverts their gaze from my voluptuous backside. You see, I dress this way to find Jimmy a suitable father, a man who can provide for him. It would serve him far better than me parading around in a shapeless garment!”

The atmosphere in the room grew heated, mirroring the passion that simmered within her. Accusations were hurled at her, blaming her for Jimmy’s lascivious behavior, while she vehemently denied any wrongdoing. Secretly, however, she yearned for a vibrant and fulfilling love life, one that could truly corrupt him.

As the evening wore on, the notion of Jimmy’s infatuation with her body consumed her thoughts. She found herself unable to focus on anything else, her mind wandering into forbidden territories. Was he merely captivated by her alluring curves? If he were five or six, she might have found solace in that explanation. But he was eighteen, old enough to understand the allure of a woman’s breasts and derriere.

No, there was an undeniable feeling that there was more to his fascination. The teachers had mentioned the Oedipus Complex, a not uncommon occurrence in young boys. They assured her that he would outgrow it, as long as she resisted his advances and refused to indulge his fantasies.

But how does one confess to complete strangers the intoxicating allure that courses through their family’s veins? How does one reveal the forbidden truth of a passionate encounter shared with their own brother, when he was but a youthful reflection of the man Jim has become? How does one explain that their son is the embodiment of a love born from the depths of such taboo desires?

Such admissions cannot be uttered without caution, even after years of seeking solace in therapy’s embrace. It is a burden I struggle to bear, a secret I can barely acknowledge within myself, let alone share with another soul. Oh, how I yearned to bury those memories deep within the recesses of my mind, but alas, fate had other plans.

No, luck was not on my side. For now, young Jimmy himself has begun to exhibit the very inclinations that consumed my brother, myself, and even our father. Yes, dear reader, I am ashamed to admit that my own father succumbed to these desires as well.

When my mother fled, seeking solace in the arms of another, my little brother and I remained in the clutches of our father. Despite his drunken escapades and insatiable appetite for women, he no longer sought pleasure outside our home. Instead, he turned his attention to us, his twisted little deviants, and I became the object of their shared desires - until Jimmy came into this world.

Doubt gnawed at my soul, consuming me from within. I simply had to uncover the truth, to ascertain if the whispers of the teachers held even a shred of validity. And there was only one way to do so without tarnishing Jimmy’s innocence.

I had to create an opportunity for him to indulge his carnal cravings, all the while concealing my knowledge of his potential obsession with me.

And so, I whispered seductively to him, revealing my plan to indulge in the allure of powerful sleeping pills, surrendering myself to a blissful slumber for a span of two to four hours. I tantalizingly hinted that even if he desired to rouse me from my enchanted sleep, it would be an impossible feat. With a mischievous smile, I left the door to my boudoir ajar, inviting him into my intimate sanctuary, and sensually shed my garments until only my high heels adorned my delicate feet.

My mind danced with a myriad of enticing possibilities. Perhaps he would seize the opportunity to indulge in the forbidden pleasures of adult entertainment on the satellite, or perchance he would succumb to the allure of inaction, savoring the anticipation of what lay before him. In truth, I believed the worst that could transpire was that he might find solace in his own desires, pleasuring himself to the sight of my slumbering form.

Initially, I had intended to discreetly position the camcorder within the confines of my closet, allowing me to escape the discomfort of witnessing whatever transpired. Frankly, the thought of observing my son gratify himself was far from appealing. However, as I contemplated the situation further, a peculiar blend of perverse curiosity and a longing that had remained unfulfilled for over two years coursed through my veins. It was in that moment that I made a daring decision - I discarded the notion of consuming the pills and instead surrendered myself to the bed, abandoning all inhibitions.

As I reclined upon the plush mattress, a dormant maternal instinct stirred within me, emerging from the depths of my being. It guided my actions, compelling me to lie upon my stomach, shielding the intimate secrets nestled between my thighs from his prying eyes.

I lay there, my body draped across the bed, the soft sheets caressing my skin. The room was dimly lit, casting a seductive glow upon the scene. Time seemed to stretch on, teasing me with anticipation, as I yearned for something to happen. The ache in my neck grew, a delicious discomfort that only heightened my senses.

Just as I was about to surrender to the silence, a faint squeak broke through the stillness, sending a shiver down my spine. Intrigued, I listened intently, my heart racing with a mix of curiosity and desire. The sound of lightly padded footsteps danced in the air, drawing closer to where I lay.

“Mom? Mom?” His voice, a mere whisper at first, carried a hint of longing. Slowly, he increased the volume, his words dripping with a seductive urgency.

“Mom... hey Mom... Mom!” Each syllable rolled off his tongue, a tantalizing melody that stirred a fire within me. It was clear he was testing the waters, exploring the boundaries of our connection.

The little spy, so clever and cunning, had taken off his shoes, ensuring his approach remained undetected. Yet, even without the aid of the central unit, I could hear the gentle padding of his bare feet on the plush carpet. The sound, so intimate and sensual, sent a surge of electricity through my veins.

If his intentions had been purely innocent, a mere desire to watch a forbidden film, he would have refrained from waking me with his voice. But as he drew nearer to my exposed form, a realization washed over me, cool and calculated. He had something else in mind, something that involved bridging the physical distance between us.

In that moment, a wave of desire crashed over me, igniting a flame that burned with a fierce intensity. I welcomed his approach, my body yearning for his touch, my mind intoxicated by the forbidden allure of our connection.

I found myself utterly defenseless, trapped in a web of deceit. I dared not make a single move, for it would expose my true wakefulness, shattering the facade I had created with my earlier lie about the medicine. As a parent, one must never let their children discover the truth behind their falsehoods, for it would undermine the very foundation of authority and discipline.

And so, I lay there, my heart racing, as I observed his stealthy approach towards the dresser. My mind swirled with anticipation, wondering what on earth he was planning to do. The intensity of the moment nearly caused me to audibly gasp when he gently placed the pill bottle back down and proceeded to loosen his belt. Was he about to indulge in a private moment of pleasure? The thought sent my thoughts spiraling, yet I remained frozen, unable to react in any way. No matter his actions, I had to maintain my stillness, my complete lack of response.

With my head turned just so, I caught a glimpse of him through my right eye. My gaze became fixated, hypnotized by his every movement. I watched, unblinking, as his pants were unbuttoned and gracefully slid down to rest around his ankles on the floor. As I stared at his bare, smooth buttocks, it struck me as peculiar that he wore no undergarments beneath his loose-fitting attire. In that moment, it dawned upon me that it had been quite some time since I had truly seen my son unclothed, perhaps even a couple of years.

My mind, tainted by deviant curiosity, wondered what I would behold between his legs when he eventually turned to face me.

Once his shirt gracefully slipped off his sculpted frame, he turned with a tantalizing slowness, his gaze fixated on the bed - on me. The soft glow of the lamp caressed something substantial nestled between his legs, casting an otherworldly radiance upon it. I had to bite down on my tongue to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape my lips. Jimmy’s manhood, though flaccid, was a sight to behold - a colossal masterpiece, as thick as his wrist. A pair of hairless, swollen orbs dangled just below, accentuating his virility.

How had I not noticed this “John Holmes” caliber appendage before? It dawned on me that he had ceased his habit of parading around the house in nothing but his underwear some time ago, and now I understood why.

My constant display of semi-nudity had been the catalyst for his hidden desires, igniting raging erections within him - ones that surely matched the grandeur of his current flaccidity.

For years, he had concealed his true desires from me, and as he ventured deeper into the labyrinth of puberty, the frustration of being so close to the allure of breasts and derrières, yet unable to touch them, grew unbearable. And so, he sought solace in the arms of young girls at school, forsaking me.

As I cracked open my right eye, I caught him gazing at me with an intense longing, his eyes fixated on my voluptuous derrière. The two plump cheeks, undoubtedly elevated and, to my sudden realization, invitingly so, sent a shiver of both horror and excitement coursing through my veins.

As he approached the bed where I lay, my heart raced with anticipation. His left hand boldly reached out and caressed my ass cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to suppress the sensation, but it was impossible as his hand glided slowly over my skin, igniting a fire within me.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my butt, delivering a firm slap that made my flesh quiver. I gasped, my body trembling with desire as I gazed upon his impressive manhood. It was a sight to behold, a good ten inches in length and twice the thickness of his wrists. Ron Jeremy would have been proud!

As I looked at him, I realized that I finally knew the truth about my family. After years of wondering whether my father or brother was his sire, I now knew it was my little brother. His massive cock and high-strung ball sack were unmistakable, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of forbidden desire.

As I lay there, my labia moistened, my face flushed, and my nipples hardened like pink thimbles. I was consumed by a lust that I couldn’t control, and I knew that I had to have him. With a hunger that burned deep within me, I reached out and pulled him towards me, eager to explore the depths of his passion.

As he crawled onto the bed with me, positioning himself between my thick thighs, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with fear. I knew what was about to happen, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept it. He was just going to play with my ass, right? That’s what I kept telling myself, even as he wriggled up between my legs and spread them wide.

But then, I felt the tip of his hard cock bumping against the back of my ass cheek, and I knew that he was about to mount me. My own son, only eighteen years old, was about to take me in a way that no mother should ever experience. And yet, despite my better judgment, I found myself relaxing, letting my hormones surge through my long-deprived body.

I should have fought back, should have beaten him senseless for even thinking of doing this to me. But instead, I gave in to my darkest desires, steadying myself for what was about to happen.

As he pressed his cock up between my ass cheeks and started to jerk off, I nearly freaked out. But then, he surprised me by starting to spank my ass with his free hand, causing me to moan with pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”

And with that, he plunged deep inside me, his big fat cock filling me up completely. I couldn’t help but moan and writhe beneath him, my body responding to his every touch and thrust.

“Jiggle that fat ass for me, baby,” he growled, smacking my ass again and again. “Let me hear you scream.”

And scream I did, as he took me harder and deeper than I ever thought possible. It was wrong, so very wrong, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was him, my own flesh and blood, taking me to heights of pleasure that I had never known before.

The little devil was finding his pleasure by stroking himself between my voluptuous, bouncing, plump buttocks. And, to my surprise, I was enjoying it too! My sweet nectar was flowing onto the bed beneath me, and the urge to take action - to take the little rascal - was becoming almost unbearable!

I don’t know where the tube of lubricant came from. But when he stopped spanking me for a moment, and I heard the sound of the slippery substance squirting - I somehow had the feeling...

... to be penetrated in my beloved backdoor!

“Oh yes... such a tight little hole!”

I had to bite down on the edge of the pillow to stop myself from screaming as he wriggled and pushed his massive manhood up into my tight anus. The pain was excruciating, but after several moments of him sliding in and out - the discomfort gave way to something close to pleasure. I had never experienced anal before, never desired it - and didn’t want it this time either, but because of my own curiosity - my own foolishness, I was now taking it up the ass whether I wanted to or not!

Suddenly, the little devil made up his mind to ravage his mommy’s ass with all his might. His bony hips, barely legal at eighteen, began to move like well-oiled pistons, thrusting his cock in and out of my hole with such ferocity that my entire body began to quiver and gyrate uncontrollably.

“Oh, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my, oh, oh, oh!”

With each thrust, he hit a spot deep inside me, causing my body to tremble and a flood of hot fluids to gush out of my cunt onto the bed. The soaked mattress bore witness to yet another orgasm from my own son.

I wanted to scream, to moan, to let out all the pent-up desire that had been building inside me for so long. But I knew I couldn’t, not if I ever hoped to return to a normal life after this forbidden tryst with my own flesh and blood.

It felt like an eternity before he finally reached his climax, and what a climax it was. It felt like he had flushed my colon with his creamy release.

“Oh, yes! Yes, damn it!”

I thought I had it bad, being sexually deprived for so long. But poor Jimmy had been lusting after me for years, and only now had he been able to fulfill his deepest desires.

As he finally dismounted from my body, my senses were ablaze with a fiery passion that left me aching and yearning for more. My tight little asshole throbbed with a delicious pain, while the sticky warmth of his come coated the backs of my thighs, dripping down onto the bed to mingle with my own sweet nectar.

But even as I lay there, sated and spent, I couldn’t help but admire the cunning of my young lover. With a deft hand, he cleaned up his mess and slipped away into the night, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of our forbidden tryst.

The teachers had warned me about Jimmy, but I couldn’t resist his charms. And now, as I lay there, my body still humming with pleasure, I knew that I had made the right choice.

As I listened to my son’s crude compliments, I felt a thrill of excitement course through me. His words were vulgar, yes, but they were also a testament to my own irresistible allure.

And as I reached for the camcorder hidden in my closet, I knew that I would treasure this moment forever. For in the heat of our passion, my son and I had become one, bound together by a love that was both taboo and irresistible.