Seduce Me

　    ==== Chapter One， The Sensations ====

　    I heard him come in and it started again.

　    "Hi ， Mom. How's it going？" he said as I heard him sling his backpackonto the kitchen table， and come up behind me at the sink. He put hishands on my shoulders and leaned around to peck me on the cheek.

　    "Fine sweetie ， how'd it go today？" I replied turning to face him，immediately feeling the charge from his presence and touch， despite thefact that his hands fell away as I turned. Bravely， or perhaps inquisitively，I looked into his lovely hazel eyes and saw them sparkle， as the feelingsbegan again.

　    Somehow ， lately ， I was getting these very strange thoughts， andurges whenever he was around， and sometimes when he wasn't. To all intentsand appearances ， it was all quite innocent， but I was becoming moreand more unsure.

　    "Okay ， I guess， but I sure get confused by things."

　    I kissed him on the cheek ， fighting the urge to kiss his lips ，and said， "why don't you sit down and I'll get you something to eat anddrink ， and we can talk about it."

　    He grinned， and said ， "gee thanks， that would be great，" andI watched as he turned to drop into a chair at the kitchen table.

　    I went to the refrigerator and， looking inside ， couldn't help butbend over ， thrusting my hips and bottom in his direction， knowing Iwas tempting fate ， or myself， or him …… while the sensations grew.

　    Lately， the strangest images were floating in my mind whenever hewas near. It started a few weeks ago when ， as he was often wont to do，I let him rub my shoulders while I washed dishes in the sink. I thinkit was his way of saying "thanks" for a good meal ， when he wasn't doingthe clean up himself.

　    I was completely relaxed as only he could manage， when all of a suddenI had the sense that his hands were on my breasts. It wasn't so ， becauseI could still feel them gently kneading my shoulder muscles ， but theintense "impression" that he was cupping my breasts and rubbing my nippleswas shocking to say the least. I'd shaken my head to clear the thoughtand he'd taken that as an indication to stop， and had withdrawn. Buteven as he left the room and I finished up the dishes ， I couldn't stopthe tingling that was spreading throughout my body.

　    Later ， as I was helping him with his homework ， leaning over thedesk where he sat ， another "sensation" struck me. I watched his handson the desk ， holding a book and pencil， but "felt" a hand sliding upmy leg from behind， slipping fingers between my thighs ， until theycaressed the lips of my vulva through my panties. My knees almost buckledat the perception and I had to hold the desk to avoid collapsing. He seemedcompletely unaware of what I was going through， even as the "sensation"of a hand continued roaming under my dress and I "felt" the fingers slideacross my bottom， dipping into the crevice between my cheeks ， caressingmy bum hole until it tingled outrageously. My entire lower body was afireat the "imagined touch" of…… what …… my son ？

　    And ， on another occasion when I'd let him rub my shoulders as Idid the dishes after dinner ， I again knew his hands were gently attendingto my shoulders but "sensed" fingers sliding down and around my bottom，cupping my cheeks and slipping in between my thighs. Even when I knewhe was rubbing the back of my neck and not touching me anywhere else，I nonetheless "perceived" hands sliding around my hips， onto my stomach，tracing downward to gently caress and mingle in the triangle of pubichair over my mons ， while…… what seemed like his hard penis rubbedbetween the cheeks of my bottom.

　    Even when I moaned， and whispered "thanks baby ， that feels so goodto these old muscles" and slid slightly backwards towards him ， he steppedback so we avoided actually touching， except his hands on my shoulders.That movement was enough however， to break the revere and I'd said ，"but I'll never get these dished done if you keep it up" and he'd retreated…… again.

　    And then there were the "touches" when he was near. That started，for real， a couple of years ago. Since room in the house was tight ，there were always those occasions when we'd be standing close or goingin opposite directions， and I began to notice gentle ， timid caresses.First my bottom began to get "brushed." Every so often， my breasts wouldget a little "mashed" as we passed each other in the narrow hall or kitchen.And then， a couple of times， I felt him ever so briefly stroke my pussymound when we stood close to each other.

　    But now ， he could be sitting at the table on the other side of theroom and I could still "feel" fingers sliding across my bra to gentlysqueeze my breasts and rub my nipples. More than once it seemed a handwould "rub" against my bottom ， or fingers would "trace" the outlineof my panties and "slide" along the valley between by cheeks， and I'dturn to see it was only my imagination. Every so often I would get the"impression" of my panties slowly sliding off my hips and down my thighs，revealing my love nest， and I'd stop and look to make sure I was stillproperly dressed. More and more in my own day dreaming， I was ever unsureif I was dressed or not ， or if I'd remembered to put on a bra ， orpanties ， and would pause to check. But even then， though sure I hadn'tundressed myself（for some reason ）， I couldn't stop the tinkling sensationsthat often made me damp ， no ， wet…… Nor could I stop the occasionalthoughts of sexual play ， or lovemaking…… in all its manifestations.

　    And it was getting worse. Now every so often， even when he wasn'taround， the brief thought of his kisses on my thighs began to appearin my mind. More than once， I found myself wandering into the thoughtof him massaging and sucking my breasts ， only to realize my nippleswere quite aroused， and wanting attention. All too often of late ， I'dpause in what I was doing to let my imagination ever so briefly wanderaway with the picture of him sliding slowly up from the mists of my minduntil his tongue "slid" between my vagina lips and "tickled" my clitoris.And at least once ， in the quiet of my bedroom ， as I succumbed to selfministration， the image of his hard cock replacing my finger ， slidingin and out of my hot and needy pussy， made the resulting climax far morereal…… almost fulfilling.

　    And now ， as I moved about the kitchen preparing his snack ， I feltthe excitement growing to an alarming level. I was constantly aware ofmy entire body tingling …… my nipples growing aroused as they rubbedinside my bra ， my breasts feeling heavy and full， wanting the massageof his fingers， my pussy lips beginning to dilate and moisten， my bottomexcited by the thought of his "touches，" my thighs brushing each otheras I squeezed them together to keep the juices from flowing ， my bottomcheeks tensing at the thought of his penis rubbing against them ， intentupon sliding up into me.

　    Finally ， after putting a sandwich and soda down in front of him ，and sitting down on the other side of the table ， I asked， "so what'sso confusing？"

　    ==== Chapter Two， The Plan ====

　    In the back of my mind， the plan should have been at stage two. Iwas going to seduce my mother. Or rather， in my mind ， she was goingto seduce me. One way or another……

　    As she sat down ， I couldn't tell if it was working， but imaginedit might， if I tried hard enough. But then ， from a practical side，I knew it was only my day dreaming and that all that "mind control" stuffwas a crock.

　    But I so wanted to touch and taste her， and certainly， not as ason. It took all my control to maintain the "distance" and "propriety."

　    So， whenever around her， I would try to project these images oflovemaking. I tried to maintain the perception of an innocent son whenall the while ， in my own mind I was fondling her， caressing her body，kissing and licking her ， lying in her arms sliding in and out. In someday dreams she resisted ， briefly， while in others she welcomed my advances.But all the while ， I maintained the utmost in decorum.

　    When out of touching range， I developed and tried to propel thoughtsof my hands on her breasts， or my lips sucking her nipples ， or my tongueslipping in and out of her cunt ， or my fingers sliding around her bottom，inside her cheeks and stroking her puckered bung hole ， using her hotjuice to slip in the back door as I pumped my dick in and out of her cunt.I thought about her sucking my dick ， while I sucked her pussy. Mostexciting was thinking about lying between her thighs and slowly movingup until my cock was just about to enter her， or thinking about slidingher panties down from behind and slipping my dick in between the cheeksof her bottom ， all the while holding onto her hips or breasts.

　    Sometimes I would just concentrate on her breasts to see if I could"think" her nipples into excitement. At other times ， I would watch herfrom behind ， mesmerized by the movement of her hips and bottom as shemoved about the room， and imagine my cock sliding up into her tight butthole. But I had to be careful because I didn't want to get caught staring…… which might create other problems.

　    And when I was close， I often fought the temptation to touch toomuch. The only way I could control it was when， on occasion， I wouldrub her shoulders ， I made it a game. Somehow， standing behind her，I managed to concentrate on only touching her back and shoulders. I resistedthe urges to reach around and touch her breasts …… making almost a gameof it by setting a boundary around her bra and panties， and never gettingclose enough to touch either. And perhaps the hardest part， other thanmy dick rising to attention on these occasions， was avoiding the temptationto rub my cock against her bottom. It was almost impossible to sit acrossthe room and think about undressing and ravishing her without doing it.And ， when rubbing her shoulders directly， it took every bit of strengthto keep my hands from roaming to follow my thoughts.

　    But more and more I was undressing her. My Mom， was really quitepretty with lovely shoulder length hair ， the right height and eyes thatcould at times bore right through you. More captivating ， she had theperkiest breasts and roundest ， firmest bottom I'd ever had the pleasureof touching or brushing against. And the mound cresting her long slenderwell proportioned legs， was like a magnet drawing my eyes to inspectevery movement in the attempt to discern the many different approachesto the love channel between her thighs.

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