("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Mom Sets The Pace by Michael L. (address withheld) *** Mother discovers her son has reached "that age," when she finds a copy of the movie "Taboo" in his drawer. She confronts the issue head on, much to the delight of her son. As the story progresses, some of the boy's friends join in too. (F/m+-teens, ped, exh, inc, bi, mast) *** Michael stood outside at the window looking into his living room and breathing quickly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had come home from school early, because of a freak power outage that could not be repaired quickly. Michael had wanted to get home to view the video his friend David had loaned him, and he wanted to be sure his mother was not around, hoping instead that she would be at one of the neighbors houses. What he saw was his mother, sitting in the living room, watching the video that Michael had thought he had well hidden. It was the movie, "Taboo". Michael had already watched the movie several times in the past few days, and knew what scenes his mother was now watching. It was near the end of the picture and Kay Parker was sucking on her son's cock as he slept. Then she sucked harder, waking her son up and he put his hand on the back of her head, holding her to him. Michael couldn't decide which to watch, the scene where the son in the movie now began fucking his mother, then jacking off into her mouth, or the scene of his own mother now unfolding before him. He could see his mother with her hand between her legs, rubbing furiously. Her other hand was on her breast, squeezing. Michael's mother, Alene, was close to cumming and she rubbed more quickly. She wanted to cum again before her son got home from school. Her mind raced. Where would a thirteen year old boy get such a movie? Was there something about it being a mother-son story that excited her son, or was it like any other sex movie to him? At the moment she didn't care. It excited her on one level, to think that her son was old enough now to get sexually excited and to jack off, especially if he was jacking off to images of her. On the other hand, she knew she should say something to him about pornography, especially at his age. At the end of the film, as Kay Parker and her movie son lay in bed, fucking and professing their love for each other, Alene was overwhelmed by the rush that hit her and she collapsed back onto the couch. Michael had been stroking his own cock outside the window, oblivious to the fact that his neighbors could see him if they so chose. As his mother reached her own climax, Michael shot his cum on the side of the house. Stream after stream of hot, teenage cum dripped on the wood siding beneath the window. Michael finished, then as he watched his mother rewind the tape and then put it back in its box and head toward his bedroom, Michael zipped his jean up again, and caught his breath, then headed up the stairs toward the front door. Both mother and son found it difficult to look one another in the eye the rest of that day. Nothing was said of the movie, and Michael went to bed that evening with the stiffest hard on he'd ever had. As he jacked off in his bed, his mind envisioned his mother as the mother in the movie and he came hard and fast. As had become his habit, he scooped up his cum off his prick and belly and pushed it into his mouth, swallowing it all. Then he fell asleep. - The young boy was anxious to see if his mother was turned on by what she had seen and devised a plan. He rolled the video forward a bit with a pencil; enough to have ten or more loops of tape around the take up spindle, and he placed the tape in a particular position in his drawer, then he went off to school. When he got home, at the regular time, he hurried upstairs to check the tape. Sure enough, it was slightly out of position in the drawer and had been completely rewound. His mother had looked at it again today. Michael went back downstairs, not knowing how to proceed from here. His mother was in the kitchen, preparing supper as Michael entered. He sat at the kitchen table, watching his mother with renewed interest. The way her ass moved as she peeled potato, and her tits jiggled as she drained beans in the sink. He felt himself getting hard as he watched. Alene had been red faced as Michael sat there. She needed to say something, but didn't know quite how to begin, but then she noticed the rise in his crotch and knew she couldn't wait. "Michael," she stammered. "I know you are getting older now and... have new feelings in you body.... and.... well, I just wanted you to know that it is.... natural." Michael was also a little embarrassed now. "What do you mean, mother?," the boy almost whispered. "It's.... it's alright to... masturbate," she answered quickly and very quietly. "I mean... it's alright to look at pictures and...masturbate your penis." "Mom..." he almost squealed. "I don't...." "It's alright honey," she continued. "Everyone does it. Even your father still masturbates quite often, although he doesn't need to because....well, because." "Because he has you?" Michael asked. "Yes, darling. Because he has me and I'll help him in many ways to....well, to cum." Michael sat silently, not knowing how to react. "But, I must ask you, honey. I found that movie in your drawer..." "It isn't mine," Michel shouted. "It's David's. It belongs to his father and I just borrowed it... I swear..." "It's alright," Alene continued. "But I must know. Does it excite you that the story is about a boy and his mother?" "I guess..."Michael said uncomfortably. "Does it excite you that he puts his penis in her mouth and in her vagina?" "Uh hu," the boy nodded, sure he was in big trouble. "That's alright too," Alene cooed. "I think most boys think about their mothers that way when they are your age. After all, their mothers are around them all the time. Do you think of me that way when you masturbate?" she asked. "Yes," he blurted out, "But I don't mean to mom. I'm sorry." Alene smiled at her son. "Don't be sorry. I'm flattered, really." Michael just sat, looking at his beautiful mother, not knowing what to say. "If it makes you feel better.... happier.... you can watch your movies or look at your magazines while I'm here," Alene said in measured tone. "You don't have to wait until I'm gone I mean. I know sometimes you just need to relieve yourself." "What do you mean?" Michael asked. "I mean, if you want to, when only you and I are around, you can watch your movie and masturbate. I might even watch it with you sometimes. It really was a good movie after all." She smiled at her son. "Really?" he asked. "Really. Do you think Kay Parker looks like me?" "A little, maybe," the boy said measuredly. "But David's dad has a whole bunch of these and there is this other lady.... Honey Wilder... and she looks a lot like you." "Does she turn you on?" Alene asked brightly. "Oh yes, mom. She's really neat." Alene stood beside Michael. "You know, your father went to Chicago for the week for work," she said. "Why don't you go down to David's house and see if you can borrow those other tapes, and maybe we could watch them together." Michael jumped from his chair. "Oh yeah, mommy, that'd be great." Gladys stopped him before he could run out. "Just remember, Michael. Only you and I know that we're watching these tapes. I really don't think I'm ready to have a whole bunch of teenaged boys sitting around here masturbating in front of me.... yet." Michael yelled his acceptance of the terms over his shoulder as he ran out. Alene now had time to pondered what she had just unleashed.... and she wasn't sure she had done the right thing, but there was no putting this genie back in the bottle. As she waited for her son to return, she poured two glasses of wine and went into her bedroom to dress for the evening. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 46