Mother plans a special surprise for Son’s birthday

Katherine Peterson perched on the chair in the plush office, her handbag pulled tight to her on her lap. Her skirt lay pleasingly above her knees and dark, nyloned legs, a fact not lost on Peter whose eyes slid over her body fleetingly before sitting down behind the large teak desk. Smiling at her, Peter reached into the desk drawer at his bottom right.

“We’re delighted you agreed to proceed with this Mrs Peterson-”

“Miss, actually.”

“Oh, of course, my apologies.”

Peter pulled on to his desk a rectangular box. Carefully he put it on the desk. “Do you have the disclaimer we sent through?”

Katherine reached into her handbag and pulled the thick wedge of papers from it and placed them on the desk. Peter, who looked not a day over thirty, peered through the papers carefully. Katherine looked around the office. The whole room had been dressed to match the dark wood of the desk. Thick velvet curtains in deep red lay across the bay windows, through which the hum of the Knightsbridge traffic could still be heard. To the left of the desk stood a bookcase. Opposite to that was another door leading to the back of the office. Katherine had come through a different door behind her. All in all it looked nothing like any other boutique in west London.

Peter nodded and signed the bottom of the last paper with a flourish.

“Thank you, t’s crossed and i’s dotted. Perfect.”

Katherine nodded and smiled, though it barely concealed her nerves.

Peter stood up once more. ” So let’s take a look at your purchase then.” He picked up the foot long box from the desk and walked over to Katherine, holding the box in front of her. The middle-aged woman tucked her ash blonde hair behind her ear and took the box. Carefully she undid the gold clasp on the front of the box and lifted the lid.

Katherine gasped.

Inside the silk-lined casket were her ‘purchase’. A pair of deep red leather stiletto heels. The smell of the leather mixed with the sight of them gleaming crisply in the artificial light of the office. Pausing for a second to see if she would even dare, Katherine traced her finger along the contours of the shoes. Peter took a few steps back to his desk, keeping his eyes on her. He always loved this moment.

Her fingers ran along the whole length of the shoe, they were everything she had dreamed they would be, everything Peter had promised. This was no ordinary boutique and these no ordinary heels.

“Beautiful aren’t they?”

Katherine looked up with a shock, the voice was not Peter’s but another woman. Standing by the other office door was a woman in her mid-forties dressed in a grey pencil skirt and grey matching halter-top. She wore dusky nylons and black stilettos, similar in style to Katherine’s new pair. Her hair was thick, black and curled down to her shoulders.

“Yes… yes they are.” Katherine replied to the woman, who was crossing the office, one foot carefully in front of the other.

“Miss Paterson, this is my Mother, Ginette,” said Peter who was now leaning back against the desk, his breathing slightly heavier. Katherine frowned, her mouth open to ask a question that she didn’t know how to raise. Ginette giggled.

“It’s the shoes, my dear, they make me look younger than I am… They should do the same for you too.” Ginette smiled. Katherine felt rooted to the chair. She couldn’t move, let alone take her eyes off the brunette whose hands had slid over her Son’s shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

Katherine looked at the couple. “So they… they change you?”

“You and those around you,” replied Ginette. “Would you like me to show you?”

Nodding, Katherine tried her best not to return her gaze to her new shoes.

Ginette’s hand snaked down Peter’s body and reached the top of his trousers. Licking her lips, Ginette, began to open the belt on her Son’s trousers.

Katherine gasped.

Then her hand went over her mouth.

Peter moaned as his Mother’s hand pulled out his huge, thick penis from his trousers. The size was almost unreal. Ginette teased the near eleven inch dick in her hand, weighing it, as if showing Katherine its girth. Ginette squeezed and Peter mewed with pleasure.

As Ginette spoke, she massaged the cock with her hand, stimulating the blood, arousing him. “They used to say it was magic. Somehow the shoes worked wonders on those who wore them and those who they loved, especially those that they shouldn’t love… Though the truth is probably closer to pheromones that are released while making the shoe from the leather, they stimulate chemical centres in the brain and the body reacts. Magic is so much more… marketable.”

“Ohh…” Peter moaned as his Mother was now stroking his shaft, it pulsed pink and grew. Katherine didn’t know what to say. She should have left moments ago and yet she was fixated.

Ginette was now staring at her Son’s cock, but continued to talk to Katherine as if she was pupil to a teacher demonstrating for the class.

“Ever heard of Countess Maria Polovki? Fled Poland just before the occupation in 1939 with her son, Steven. Found herself in London while dodging bombs in the Blitz still managed to find time to shop. Her Son had directed her to our business, my Grandmother was in charge then… she brought three pairs of our finest court shoes… Well after that they left London and found a house in the Lake District. They invited my grandmother to stay for the weekend during the following spring. Are you alright there, dear?”

“F-fine,” said Katherine. Peter groaned appreciatively.

“So they invited her to the countryside. What she found was a veritable den of iniquity. The Countess was fucking her Son morning, noon and night, as well as the cook, scullery maid and head gardener. She told my grandmother she’d never been happier. I was told the famous orgies carried on well into the nineteen fifties… Anyway, the shoes you’re carrying now are named after her ‘Countess Marias’ a very beautiful woman who loved someone she shouldn’t…”

Katherine looked back at the red stilettos. So these shoes she was so drawn to were for a Countess. She felt a new kind of excitement stir within her.

“Ahhhh!” Peter exclaimed.

“My dear, Miss Peterson, I think you can leave us now, thank you.” Ginette was tugging on the shaft of her Son’s cock now with force.

Katherine shook herself from the trance and stood up holding the wooden box in front of her. “I… well, thank you.”

Ginette smiled back. “Enjoy, my dear. Hopefully we may see you soon…”

Katherine nodded and said thanks once more and clutching the wooden box walked back out of the office. As the door clicked behind her, she heard Peter’s barely contained shouts of orgasm as his beautiful, devilish Mother jerked the semen free from his cock. Katherine listened outside the door until he stopped moaning.

That evening Katherine took a taxi home. She didn’t feel like travelling on the tube with the box. How did it come to this? Stupidly expensive shoes, disclaimer forms pertaining to her future actions and mental wellbeing? Stories about incestual orgies in a country house?

It hadn’t always been this. Katherine Peterson had been vaguely normal once upon a time. Divorced three years ago she had divided her time between her accountancy job and her son Alex. Alex was twenty and spent a year travelling returning to his home lean and tanned. It had pleased his Mother, for in that time she had yearned for her Son. Before he had left Katherine had developed an attachment to her Son, she spied on his naked body, sometimes in the shower, sometimes while he slept. It had excited her deep within, the same feeling she had got when she looked at the shoes.

It was wrong. She knew that much, this ogling of her Son’s naked form. So when he announced he was going trekking to Thailand, Katherine encouraged him and paid for the flights. It was the best way to prevent her perverted spying. However, after a relatively few calm weeks, Katherine turned her attentions back to her forbidden desires and so she ventured on to the internet.

She read stories, she emailed some writers, she realised that there were many other women like her and yet it didn’t make her feel any better. Katherine became depressed. She missed her Son and ignored chancers from the internet, until one day she got the email from the boutique.

The email told her that the boutique only sought out the best match for their exclusive range of products. This was usually frustrated middle-aged women, or rather, Mothers. They claimed to be able to help with ’empty nest’ syndrome and their attire was guaranteed to improve a deeper bond between Mother and Son. The proposal was unusual to say the least, but Katherine reasoned shopping was better than valium.

Katherine had ventured to that office and Peter had measured her feet declaring that is was new shoes that she needed, especially since her Son was going to be returning from trekking. He then passed her the paperwork. She couldn’t believe what she read. It was the equivalent of signing a waiver against causing mental illness. But as she’d read Peter had told her quite clearly:

“Miss Peterson, if you want to be as close to your Son, closer than any Mother and Son should be… then you need these shoes. Trust me.”

So Katherine had taken the paperwork home, read it over and over and in the meantime Alex had returned. She remembered the look on his face as she’d opened the door, wrapping his arms around her as they embraced. And at that moment, Katherine knew she wanted to go through with the purchase.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon and the sky was beginning to burn red as Katherine paid for the taxi and entered her terraced house.

The first thing she noted was that the double lock was fastened. Good, Alex was out, she didn’t want him to be around if these shoes were as powerful as she thought. Rationality suddenly grabbed her: had she been conned? Had this ‘Mother and Son’ selling shoes played her for a fool, the vulnerable woman, a ridiculously lewd display to make it all seem real? No… that feeling she had had in the office was definitely real. She took a deep breath and closed her front door behind her.

Hurrying upstairs Katherine shrugged off her jacket and placed the casket on her bed. She stood there in a white blouse, her black skirt that ended just above the knee. She kicked off the black shoes she was wearing, a small heel by comparison with what lay in the box. Opening up the casket, Katherine looked at the shoes once more and she got the same tingle that she had experienced in the shop. Katherine moved quickly. She took each shoe out and placed them on the floor and then pulled over the chair from her dresser to face her full-length mirror. Sitting in the chair, Katherine shrugged her shoulders, it was now or never.

Katherine slipped her nyloned feet into the cool red leather of the stilettos. The effect was instantaneous. The Mother was jilted back into her chair and her hands gripped the sides of the seat. Though her feet were planted firmly on the ground, it felt like two snakes had slithered up from each of the shoes, had intertwined about her thighs and headed straight for her pussy. Without warning she felt her thighs instantly part. Her legs strained against her skirt and she quickly pulled the hem right up her thighs. Katherine’s legs spread wider. There was definitely something inside her, it had invaded her pussy and pulling back and forth against her vagina, rubbing against her clit, pounding inside. Moaning, Katherine finally managed to control her gaze and looked into the mirror. Her body was on fire, her lips were redder, her bosom heaving, her legs splayed apart, exposing her black panties. The panties irritated Katherine now, so unnecessary, she hooked them away from her body and stood up to wriggle them down her legs. She wanted to play with the wicked sensation inside her. Staring into the mirror, the Mother parted her pussy lips with her fingers and began to rub her clit in time with the sensation that she felt from the red stilettos. God, she wished Alex was there now. She wanted to expose herself fully to him, to let him know that her pussy was there to be fucked, to be entered and claimed. She pictured Alex just watching on the bed as her fingers teased and stroked every inch of her sex. Katherine moaned as she then imagined exposing herself to him in the shower, while he was sat at the kitchen table, walking into his bedroom and finger-fucking herself in front of him, one stilettoed foot on his bed, the other on the floor, pushing her pussy into his face as he lay there, forcing her fingers into his mouth to suck on her pussy juices.

Katherine screamed as she came, the orgasm engulfed her as she pushed her whole hand into her pussy, fucking it in the chair like her life depended on it. The cries echoed around her bedroom as she rocked back and forth on the chair. It took the Mother a few moments to realise she was shaking with the reverberations of pleasure. Her mouth opened up and her head dropped back. She let out a deep breath.

“Oh, Christ.”

Dinner, Katherine had decided would be when Alex would first see in her the new shoes, however she didn’t want to overpower the boy, or herself. Wearing a skirt could have aroused her too much and she might have done something inappropriate, though, of course, that was ultimately her intention.

Instead she settled on a tight pair of jeans that suited the red heels perfectly. She opted for a white sleeveless halter top and made sure her hair looked halfway fixed away from her face. Before leaving her bedroom, she admired herself in the mirror once more, hands on hips, cocking her backside, the denim really did its job.

The effect on Alex was plain to see. The young lad had let himself in from going for a swim and had got himself a diet coke as he heard the click-clack of his Mother walking down the stairs. She walked in the kitchen and he almost dropped the can.

“Wow, Mum, you look good!”

“Well thank you” Katherine smiled at him and busied herself with the fridge.

“Hope potato salad’s alright, I had a late appointment this afternoon so I didn’t get a chance to fix anything…”

Alex was staring at his Mother’s shapely peach of an ass moulded into those jeans as she bent over and rooted around. His eyes travelled up and down her legs and he noticed the red stilettos she was wearing. He felt his cock suddenly jump up at the sight of her body. This was new and unexpected for Alex, he had always admired his Mother’s good looks, but never to this extent, hadn’t he had enough fun overseas with girls his own age? But here was his Mother’s shapely, sexy body, crying out for him, his cock was thickening with each passing second, his fingers tensed around the coke can.

“Is potato salad, ok?”

Katherine was facing Alex, when the Son shook his head and then blurted out.

“Err, yes, sure, Mum, thanks.”

“Here you go,” Katherine put the bowl of salad in front of him, the halter top dropping slightly allowing Alex to catch a glimpse the lacy white bra that held her plentiful breasts up. Katherine caught the action of his eyes flicking across her chest and smiled. They both sat down to eat.

Alex’s cock refused to behave, all he could think about was how his Mother looked. Nervously he asked if her jeans were new.

“Oh, no, these are old. The shoes are new though.”

Alex nodded as calmly as he could, but as she mentioned the shoes his cock throbbed against his shorts. What was happening to him? What was this?!

The lad swallowed a few more mouthfuls of potato salad as quickly as he could. Katherine quizzed him about his swim and he answered shortly. It was clear he was uncomfortable, Katherine hoped it was for the right reasons.

Taking his plate to the counter, Alex faced the window, asking if he could clear up later. He daren’t turn towards his Mother for fear of the still growing almighty boner he had in his shorts poking out. Katherine told him that was fine. She watched as he hurried away, noticing the young man’s face was red. Alex’s feet pounded up the stairs and his bedroom door slammed shut. The Mother waited for a second dabbing her napkin at her red lips and then stood up. She smiled wickedly to herself.

Having slammed the door Alex fumbled with his shorts, his head and prick throbbing equally, thinking about his Mother’s peach of an ass and those incredible legs… He reached inbetween his flies and yanked out his cock.

Alex was shocked, he had never seen it that huge before, it was immense! Almost purple at the top and the vein’s defined as bulbous ridges along his smooth and tanned skin, his foreskin was already stretched over the head, eager and ready. His hand moved to the base of his prick and clenched it with his hand, there was nothing delicate in the manipulation of his penis now, he leaned back against his door, breathing heavily, he imagined fucking his Mother over the kitchen table. He should have ripped those jeans off her, yanked them down, pushed her over the table edge and thrust his cock into her gaping, wet cunt. Alex began to moan as he fucked his Mother in the kitchen.

On the other side of the door Katherine pushed her ear against the wood, her palms spread as she listened. He was masturbating, she was sure of that and no doubt thinking about her. A hand went down to her crotch and the Mother began to rub herself through the damp denim of the jeans. Then she knew.

“Oh fuck, Mum yes…”

Katherine heard Alex’s whisper from the other side of the door and she gasped. It was true, the shoes had worked! His cum was going to spill for her.

Alex was almost shaking as he grunted and his cum splattered all over the carpet beneath his feet.

“Yes, yes, yesss,” Katherine mouthed as she heard her Son climax. The Mother stared back down at the red stilettos and smiled once more. She decided that she had better walk quietly back to her bedroom.

In her mind, Katherine walked down the street in her red shoes. She strode boldly forward as men of all ages jacked off their cocks to the sight of her. She wore a matching red dress and black stockings that shone for all the guys who stroked their pricks. Their cum spilled into the street, splattering the pavement with glittering white, specks of which dripped and flecked on to her beautiful red stilettos.

Katherine strode forward to a new life, further down the street, her Son would be waiting for her.

Katherine looked at the clock by her bed… it was past one am. Sleep was eluding her, she couldn’t stop reflecting on the past few days. Following the new red stilettos being brought home, an event that had propelled her and her Son, Alex to explosive masturbatory sessions, she had done her best to calm the situation down. The shoes had stayed in their box in her bedroom, still powerful, an aura around the box… an aura she couldn’t help noticing each time she entered the room. She was well aware that if she put them on, an incredible climax wouldn’t be far behind. She didn’t dare rush things, the sexual excitement she had felt wearing them that first evening was still resonating through her body! Days later, it was intense as when she had worn them. The temptation to put them on was so strong that Katherine – not wanting to become an addict, had to keep on repeating to herself that too much of a good thing could be bad for her. Of course, she knew well from experience that shopping for shoes WAS the best way to cure a woman’s depression! But she hadnt been aware that wearing shoes really could become a drug.

In the meantime, Alex had been spending most of the past few days in his room. He would come down for meals, but during them he seemed somehow distant, seemingly in some other place. Katherine suspected why; she had heard his loud moaning whenever he was masturbating in his room! And it been happening night after night. It kept her awake, it made her feel weak between her legs. Each one of his moans making her feel more and more wet between her legs, making her… oh my god, making her touch herself between her legs. Every night, following the sounds from his room, Katherine would fight and lose a battle with herself. Each time allowing her hand to slide down, hesitantly start touching her pussy, only to end up moaning herself as her hand became insufficient and as she stopped to fish out her trusty dildo from the chest of drawers by her bed. It was realistically shaped, like a strong, young cock. She couldn’t understand why the word “young” always popped up when she took the dildo with her fingers, leading it to her neck, chin, lips, sucking on it like a woman possessed. Sliding the wet tip between her breasts and down to her pussy. No, not this evening. I cant. I shouldn’t. I need to figure out what to do!

Shaking her head, Katherine wondered what in heavens name she ought to do with herself, with her son. She could hardly sit the poor lad down for a ‘chat’, but then she couldn’t also allow him to spend all his time in his room brooding.

Those past few days Alex had spent his time in a cycle of eating, sleeping, wanking and swimming. The lithe young man still made sure he was getting his regular number of lengths in at the pool, however there was something that started to bother him simply because he couldn’t understand it. His cock had definitely grown. Not “maybe”, not “probably”. It didn’t “appear to have grown”. It HAD grown! He hadn’t bothered measuring it, he was beyond such teenage pastimes, but weighing it in his hands he was able to see that, yes, it was thicker and longer and not only that! He also knew what made it grow, incredible though it seemed! It had all happened with those few days since he had seen his Mother in those tight jeans and red stilettos. That sight was forever lodged in his brain, he simply couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even in the water, doing his laps he would remember the sight and could feel his cock pulsing as the water rushed past it, his front crawl gaining pace as he thought about holding his Mother in his arms, those long legs wrapped around him, her generous breasts crushed against his chest as he thrust deep inside.

As Alex climbed out of the public pool he realised with some embarrassment that his cock was clearly outlined in the tight swimming shorts. A male lifeguard, standing by the pool, looked down at Alex’s package, raised his eyebrows and smiled. Alex grew red in face and he rushed to the showers. As he let the cold water drip down his body, Alex considered his fantasies. He knew it wasn’t normal, thinking about his Mother in such a way, but then the feeling he got from such thoughts was simply incredible. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was socially unnaceptable, the “mother of all taboos”! But he also knew that tryng not to think of his mother as a woman, as a sexually desirable woman, was a battle he had already lost. Each night, as he took his hard, young cock with his hand, it was his mother he was thinking about. The valley between her breasts, her legs, those incredible red shoes, the way she crossed her legs, the way she swept her hair back with her hand… The crimson layer of lipstick on her lips as she smiled at him. Even now under the cold shower, he was getting an erection! He dared not to talk to her properly, frightened he might blurt something out, about how sexy she looked. Those legs, those shoes. Shutting off the shower, Alex went to change.

Coming home, Alex walked up the stairs to find a white plastic sheet placed on the floor outside his room. Puzzled he opened the door to his room to see all his belongings, his desk, chair and bed all covered with white sheets. In the centre of the room was a ladder and half way up it was his Mother, his beautiful mother dressed in an old shirt tied just below her bust, and a pair of tight blue navy shorts, on her feet a pair of white ballet pumps. Hearing the door open, Katherine turned around and smiled at her Son.

“Daaaaahling! A cup of tea for mummy pleeeeeaseeee!”

Her voice was soft, loving, flirty, demanding, cajoling, seducing.

As he put the kettle on, Alex’s mind could think of nothing but his mother’s bum and legs in those incredibly tight shorts. His hands were making the tea, his mind was caressing Katherine’s smooth legs! His cock had begin to harden again as he attended to the tea. He heard soft footsteps and turned to see his mother coming down the stairs, wiping flecks of white paint from her hands. She smiled at Alex again as she sat at the kitchen table.

“I decided to redecorate.”

“So I see,” replied Alex placing the tea mug in front of his Mother. He sat down at the table, right opposite her, hiding the fact but aware that his erection had already grown once more.

“I’m afraid it’s going to take several days. So you’ll have to sleep in the living room. I’m sorry son, I had meant to have it done before you returned from travelling, but you know how it is.”

“Um, yes, Mum, sure.”

“Your spare clothes are in my room, so if you need something… a..ny… thing… then just go for it.”

Alex nearly choked on his tea. Shaking his head he put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice. The way his mother paused and pronounced the word “anything” had made his cock hurt!

“Sorry mother, it went down the wrong way.”

Katherine nodded and smiled at her son once again.

“That is all right, Mummy understands. Oh, are you going out this evening Alex? No? Wonderful. I just thought that after a tiring day and all this decorating, I might enjoy a hot bath and some quality time with my handsome son.”

Handsome… Why in heavens name did she say that, thought Alex. Sure, he was good looking, but why was his mother saying it?

Upstairs in Katherine’s room later, Alex found himself looking for his clothes. They were in a pile stacked by her wardrobe. The young man crouched to pick up some clean underwear when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. Tucked in under his Mother’s nightstand was a wooden chest, Alex frowned. He hadn’t seen anything like that before in her bedroom. He paused, should he go looking through his Mother’s things? Surely that would be wrong, especially the way he had been feeling and thinking about his mother lately. But something was drawing him to the box. Taking a deep breath, Alex decided to take a peek, comforting his conscience with the thought that the chest would probably be locked and that no harm could therefore happen anyway! He lifted the box out from under the nightstand and easily opened the wooden lid. He gasped. Inside were those shiny, sexy shoes his Mother had worn the other night. Glinting in the dim light of the bedroom, the shoes seemed to have an ethereal quality, almost as if they had a soft glow to them. Alex bit his lip and then slowly traced his finger along the leather. The touch, the feeling of his finger sliding along the smooth leather was electric.

Shaking his head, Alex swiftly closed the box and replaced it with his trembling hands. His cock pressed rigid against his shorts and he scurried out of his Mother’s bedroom.

Katherine, meanwhile, was delighted with her plan! After much soulsearching and a clear decision on what she wanted, she’d managed to turf Alex out of his room and into her space. This evening she wanted to talk to him or rather have him talk to her. She decided to wear a red summer dress with a hibiscus design that fell down to her ankles, but with a lengthy split that ended at her mid thigh. And the deep cut at the front showed off her cleavage to the best advantage. She had bought the dress for a holiday she’d never been on. She decided to wear black strappy sandals with a modest heel. Testing the split in her dress by pushing her leg out, Katherine smiled, delighted she would have this evening with her Son.

Alex was very impressed with his Mum as she served the supper for the two of them. It was just another dinner at home, but somehow it wasn’t “just another dinner”. He couldn’t pinpoint why. He just felt it. She suggested they eat in the living room and he readily agreed, knowing that she would sprawl out on the sofa as he sat in the chair opposite. For his part, he’d worn the loosest shorts he had, knowing that his prick was likely to get hard during their meal.

The Mother had dimmed the lights in the living room, saying that she wanted it ‘cosy’. Adding that there is “no light like candlelight” she also lit a dozen candles all around the room. Candles that either hadn’t been there before or that Alex never noticed. As she leaned back on the sofa with her bowl, Alex sat cross-legged on the floor delighted with his Mother’s bare legs that had emerged as her dress parted, her pretty toes encased in the black sandals. Her toenails, as always, in complete match with the fingernails, a deep scarlet red this evening.

Alex did his best to keep up with the conversation, making sure he wasn’t glancing at his Mother’s legs too much, but as the meal went on he kept feeling there was something missing. By the time Alex had cleared their bowls away, he returned to the living room, palms sweating. Was he really going to ask her this? What would she say? She might think he was mad, or a pervert!

“What is it, Alex?”

Alex looked at the floor, gathered his strength, found his voice and then looked up at his Mother.

“Mum, I think your dress looks great… but it’s like, it’s missing something?”

Katherine’s curiosity suddenly piqued. She leaned up on one elbow, her breasts coming together and forming that “oh so perfect valley”.

“Oh yes?”

“Well, it’s such a pretty red dress… it’s a shame you don’t have some red shoes to go with it.”

Katherine’s eyes widened with shock. Oh my god! He’s talking about the shoes!

“Well, Alex, you know I do. Don’t you remember the ones I was wearing the other night?”

Alex looked down at the floor once more, his heart was beating fast.

“Oh yes… of course, I do… remember them, they were… ahem, very beautiful, very elegant!”

“Well, if my son thinks they are beautiful and elegant then I guess that mummy will just have to go up and get them, all right son?”

As Alex just silently managed to nod his head once, his Mother stood up and brushed past her Son, putting her hand on his chest as she did so. Alex’s whole body stiffened.

As he heard his Mother go up the stairs, Alex walked over to one of the armchairs and sat down. His erection was rigid making a tent even though his shorts were loose, his fingers dug into his knees. This was insane! Why had he asked? Why had he pushed it further? How long would he last, especially since he couldn’t go and wank in his bedroom. That left the bathroom… he bit his lip as he waited. He first heard the sound. The unmistakeble click clack of high heels on the parquette of the staircase.

And it was a slow click clack. Katherine took her time as she walked back down the stairs. Alex looked up at the clock fighting the urge to jump up and just stare, he looked up slowly and felt the air punched out of his lungs. Katherine stood in the doorway, both hands on hips, holding one leg in front of the other pushing it right through the slit. The leg was darker in colour and shiny and Alex realised that his Mother was wearing nylons! Her long, beautiful leg tapered into the delicious red stilettos that he had fantasised about. His cock stood harder than before.

“Oh my god, Mum, you look…. amazing! Stunning!”

“Aww thank you, sweetie. Compliments will always get you far with a lady.”

She giggled taking another step forward in his directon.

“I… actually DO feel amazing…”

It was no lie, thought Katherine. She walked towards Alex and slowly gave him a sauntering twirl. Her whole pussy glowed with need and desire. The feeling started the moment she took the shoes out of the wooden chest and was now only amplified by her son’s presence! Underneath the dress she wore the skimpiest of red silk panties and above that a red silk and lace suspender belt. Her light tan stockings were delicately clipped to the suspender belt straps. She knew that as she walked and turned Alex could see the subtle hint of the dark band of the stockingtops. She knew it would drive him wild. In fact, the only thing she didn’t know was would he also be able to see the straps of her suspender belt from his vantage point!

Alex’s heart rate got faster and faster. His hands were now clenched into fists as he saw his Mother turn back around to face him. A single bead of sweat trickled from his temple.

“So, my handsome son approves?” asked Katherine.

“Oh yes! Yes mother, very… very much… the shoes, make the whole outfit…”

Alex’s cock throbbed, he needed to masturbate and soon!

“I hope you don’t mind that I decided to wear the stockings as well, I thought they were a nice touch, Son. That they somehow just go with these red shoes, do you agree daaaahling?”

“Ohh, ohh yes, Mum…”

Kathrine giggled. Stopping in front of her Son, her fingers reached down the split and pulled it up over her leg, exposing the stockingtop. She then pulled on the nylon of the stocking as Alex sat there mouth open.

“Sometimes I have to pull these up…”

“Ohhhhh…”

Alex’s head was swimming, the blood was raging in his ears, he needed to cum and cum now!

“It is actually the only downside to wearing stockings son, you see, as you walk..sometimes they slip down a bit and mummy has to…”

It was as if he was in a slow-motion movie, his eyes glued down to his mother’s fingers as the pulled the nylon stocking up and reattached the lace top of the stocking to the suspender belt strap. Sure… he had seen the famous scene from “The Graduate” seen and wanked to it a thousand times, but this was his mother and if anything, she looked so much better than “Mrs Robinson”.

“To pull up the stocking, like this and then attach it once again. Then, it stays up making Mummy’s legs look so smooth and shiny, no?”

Standing up, Alex skirted around his Mother and rushed for the door and bolted up the stairs. Katherine turned and followed him slowly.

The young man ran for the bathroom, fingers urgently fiddling with the flies on his shorts. His shoulder careered with the doorway and he stumbled. However his throbbing, aching cock was now free. Steadying himself on the towel rail, Alex began to pump his cock with all his might. He was dizzy now and the room was spinning, the sight of his mother’s fingers on her stocking top replaying itself in a loop in his mind.

“Mum! Mum! Fuck yes! Muuum!” Alex wanked as fast as he could desperate for the relief, the pressure was building, his balls boiling. He was going to cum!

“Alex?”

The Son whirled around to see his Mother standing in the doorway striking the same pose she had when she walked into the living room. One leg in front of the other, the dress partly open, the smooth nylon covered leg sensuously pushed forward. Her eyes were on his huge, raging cock, her lips partly parted, her right hand on her throat.

“MUUUUUM!” Alex screamed as his cock pulsed and cum started to spray out. Katherine stood mouth agape as the semen landed on her dress, her legs, her shoes, all over the bathroom floor. Alex moaned with intense pleasure as he felt his immense relief. Then, looking up with shock and surprise and what he had done, Alex’s fingers slipped from the towel rail and he fell forward. Katherine quickly stepped to catch her son as he fainted, catching her boy in her arms. He was unconscious. Katherine pulled him towards her bosom.

“Oh my god. What have I done?”

Katherine had managed to keep Alex’s body upright as the lad regained enough consciousness to move his legs slowly forward and in to her bedroom. Her mind was still reeling from what had happened as she managed to deposit the lithe, fit body on to her double bed. As soon as Alex hit the mattress he fell back asleep, the force of the enormous cum having drained him completely. Katherine hesitated over what to do. Her semen stained dress and stockings sparkled in the dim light as, breathing heavily, she looked at her sleeping son. She decided to make him as comfortable as possible. Leaning over him she pulled up his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his body. Her scarlet red fingernails traced a line down his breastbone across his stomach to his bellybutton. She then moved her hand upwards to check his heartbeat. It was fast, but as far as she could tell it was regular.

The sexy, wanton woman who had driven her Son to this climax that had made him pass out, suddenly felt the great emotional weight of motherhood fall upon her and, sitting by his side, she let her head fall onto his chest now. Slowly rising and falling. She loved him so much. She had wanted him to love her back in the same way. Now, after this, the gratuitous display of a woman on heat, in her red dress, her tan stockings and those wicked, magical red high heels, she had pushed her only son to the very edge. Could she bring him back again? Would tonight have forever cursed their relationship?

Feeling very scared now, fearing she had gone too far, Katherine kicked off the red high heels and stretched out alongside her son’s body, arms around him, head on his chest, holding him, willing him to be all right.

Meanwhile far, far away, Alex awoke in a brightly lit room. His eyes adjusted to the intensity of the light. Where was this? Certainly not his bedroom. The last thing he remembered was the intensity of cumming as he had looked at his mother’s legs. Suddenly, guilt and fear overwhelmed the boy as he wondered at what had happened. Had he been sent away? Was his mother thinking he needed psychological help? As his focus returned what he saw frightened him even more. At the end of the bed was a white curtain that ran from rail to floor all in white, it was closed, sealing him off in this area, there appeared to be no other furniture. This WAS a hospital. Alex began to panic. What had he done? Why couldn’t he have controlled his feelings?

A familiar CLICK-CLACK echoed around the room, from beyond the white curtain. Alex swallowed, his fingers curled around the white sheets that held him in the hospital bed. With a clattering of rings the white curtain was pulled back and Alex gasped.

Standing at the end of his bed was his mother, Katherine, but like he had never seen her before. She wore a white, sleeveless mini-dress that ended just below her bottom, and was split down the front in an audacious v-cut that put her heaving bosoms on more or less full display. Below the dress she wore black stockings, held up with an all too-visible black suspender belt and that clipped the dark band at the stocking tops in a sensible, no-nonsense fashion. The uniform was topped-off with a white cap that rested on her dyed blonde hair, the hair itself had been pinned back in a business-like manner too. On her feet were the very same red stilettos that had caused his monumental ejaculation.

“Well then,” asked the woman. “How is the patient?”

“Mum?” asked Alex, as the woman smartly turned and drew the curtain, giving them completely privacy and then strode over to his side. Reaching into the deep gap of her cleavage she produced a thermometer.

“That’s Nurse Mummy to you, young man. Open wide please.”

Alex found himself obeying his Nurse Mummy’s instructions as she popped the thermometer into his mouth and took his temperature.

“Hmm, nothing that rest won’t fix.” She shook the thermometer a few times before dropping back down into the valley of her cleavage. “So want to tell me what happened then?”

Alex began to blush as his Nurse Mummy leaned forward and rigorously plumped his pillows. Alex’s nose as an inch from her breasts, barely contained in the this white material of the nurse’s uniform.

“I, I think I passed out.”

“Passed out by doing what?” Nurse Mummy pulled up and folded her arms to listen.

“I needed to, I mean I wanted to… masturbate, because of you.”

“Me? What did I have to do with it?”

“Those shoes…” Alex’s finger pointed down to her high heels.

“What about them?”

“They hypnotised me… or something…”

“Really, Alex?” Nurse Mummy shook her head from side to side. “How can a pair of shoes hypnotise you? I think you have much to learn…”

Back in Katherine’s bedroom, her concern for Alex had increased. What if she had caused some permanent damage to him? Permanent damage ‘down there’? Slowly, biting her lip, Katherine pushed herself up from her resting place on her Son’s body and bent over his shorts. His cock, still big, but now limp, hung out of the flies. She undid the top button and, as carefully as she could, slid the shorts off of his long, tanned legs. Standing at the end of the bed she stared with love and wonder at her son’s naked body and brought the shorts to her mouth, smelling and kissing them once as she did.

“Let’s see if there’s any problem down there…”

Nurse Mummy yanked Alex’s shorts off with a determined twist of her wrists and Alex bounced back on the bed, amazed at the force which she’d displayed. Nurse Mummy then tossed the shorts over her shoulder before bending down and pinching the end of his limp cock with her thumb and forefinger.

“Well it looks ok to me… Doesn’t seem to be anything wrong there… How about your balls?”

This time Nurse Mummy’s hand reached down to Alex’s balls and tugged them tightly. He let out a yelp.

“Well you at least still feel something down there. They’re full too. Amazing, really.”

“Mum, what-”

“I said, Nurse Mummy, Alex! Honestly you’d think you could follow one simple instruction.”

“Well then… Nurse Mummy, answer me this. What am I doing here?”

“You’re having a dream, silly, I thought even you could work that out.”

“But- But with you dressed like this?!”

“You often think about me in uniform, Alex, except in the morning those dreams get pushed to the bottom of your subconscious and you forget them.” Katherine leaned over the bed giving Alex another perfect view of her cleavage as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly she began to jerk it up and down. “After all I’ve been an airline stewardess, a maid, and I loved that black leather catsuit from the other month…”

Alex look on in astonishment as Nurse Mummy rubbed his cock and slowly, but surely the blood began to return to it.

“See the question is Alex, that deep down, way deep down inside you, you love your Mother on a level you perhaps don’t understand or even fear, so what do you do about it?”

“But it was the shoes, those damn red high heels she bought. I couldn’t take my eyes off them!”

Nurse Mummy tugged hard on Alex’s cock and he cried out.

“Silly boy! The shoes are only half the equation, yes they may have had some chemical effect on you, in fact I’m sure of it and yes they look damn sexy, but it’s not the shoes themselves – It’s the woman inside them!”

As understanding crept across Alex’s face, Nurse Mummy once again began to masturbate her Son laying in the hospital bed.

“Honestly those fetishists who simply revere the object are missing out on half the fun, Alex. You need to put objects in context. Because these delicious high heels are being worn by your sexy Mother it’s doubling your pleasure. It’s illicit, it’s taboo and it’s THAT which is getting your cock hard.” Nurse Mummy looked at the penis in her hand. “Hmm, it could be harder. Let me think.”

The real Katherine looked on as her sleeping son murmured and turned on the bed. If only she could calm him? Moving back up to his side she tried to pop up his head with pillows, but still the boy moved twisting his body. Instinctively, Katherine put her arm around him and pulled him in to her chest, his head fell upon her bosom, still smartly presented in her sexy red dress, her cleavage forming a perfect pillow. Cradling his head, Katherine looked down at Alex’s mouth and saw his lips resting gently on her breast. On reflection, Katherine would blame blind instinct on what happened next, but at that moment it made perfect sense. The mother reached into her dress and pulled out her left breast. Positioning her tit up in front of Alex’s mouth she softly whispered for him to suck her.

Within a few seconds of Katherine telling her son what to do his lips found her erect nipple and he began to suckle his mother for the first time in years.

Suddenly, the boy in the hospital bed was doing the same thing. Nurse Mummy was laying alongside Alex on the bed. Both her breasts were pulled from her flimsy uniform and Alex was sucking, licking and lapping with all his might on the perfect, luscious tits in front of him. Below that, the uniform had ridden up over Nurse Mummy’s perfect pale bubble of an ass and across his stomach a black stockinged leg lay. The material of the stockings get moving back and forth across his cock, teasing and grazing it, so it was now red, raw with need, eager to spurt.

“That’s it baby, that’s it, suck all you need. Nurse Mummy has it all for you…”

Alex couldn’t stop, the sensation of sucking while her leg rubbed against his penis was incredible.

“You can have this everyday, Alex. Everyday if you just let those fears go and open your heart to Mother. You love her so much and she loves you too, and you could be together if you let her.”

“I will let her!” said Alex inbetween his lips working over Nurse Mummy’s hard, wonderful nipples.

“Say it again, Alex!”

“I love her and will let her!”

As the real Alex nursed, Katherine’s own mouth was open with surprise as she saw his penis coming to life once more, the cock was slowly beginning to become rigid and point upwards.

Katherine began to kiss the top of his head.

“Oh my darling, my darling baby boy…”

In the hospital room Nurse Mummy’s leg seared up and down Alex’s cock, her knee occasionally hitting his balls lightly. Meanwhile she pulled him even closer to her huge, exposed breasts.

“That’s it, Alex, that’s it! Make your mess now, make your lovely mess all over my stockings, all over Nurse Mummy’s legs. Show her that you love her, Alex. Cum for Mummy, cum on Mummy’s legs, do it, do it now!”

Alex cried in extreme pleasure and pain right into Nurse Mummy’s tits as his cum exploded from his cock and began to shower all over the black stockings. He gritted his teeth with sensation as the cum seared from his cock white hot and urgently spurt over the bed and her legs.

“Good boy, Alex! Good boy!”

Katherine, in the bedroom, found herself whispering the very same thing, as Alex withdrew his lips from her nipple and spurted his seed from his cock all over her bed. The boy whimpered and moaned, ultimately still asleep. Katherine continued to kiss the top of his head, before laying him back down on the pillow.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Good boy.”

* * *

Alex had awoken the following morning feeling refreshed and with added purpose. Seeing his Mum asleep in bed next to him filled him with job and desire, but he decided it would be best to let her rest. Getting up he decided to see if his Mum would play along with him. Going in to her drawers he pulled out a pair of light coloured Wolford sheer hold-up stockings and laid them carefully over the back of the dresser’s chair. He then found her white satin bathrobe and put it on the chair too. Looking under the dresser he located a heeled pair of bedroom slippers that Katherine hardly wore any more. It was a shame as these were a pair of Daniel Green slippers that Alex always thought had given his Mum a touch of Hollywood glamour the rare times he had seen her in them. Leaving the slippers where she would see them, he deftly moved out of the bedroom. Alex smiled as he realised he had not left his Mum any underwear. What would she do?

The boy then thought about putting on some clothes himself, but decided against it. After all, he wanted to show her how much he loved her didn’t he? He should be able to that without clothing, besides it would be a nice surprise for Mum. With that Alex walked down to the kitchen and began tidying away the remnants of the meal from last night.

About an hour later Alex once again heard the CLICK-CLACK of heels on the wooden floor that instantly cause blood to rush to his cock. He turned away from the eggs he was preparing on the oven and smiled broadly.

At the other end of the kitchen table, hands on her hips, stood Katherine. Her white satin robe ran to the floor but as it was only tied at the waste with a small satin cord the robe split right along the leg. Proudly Katherine had placed one slippered foot in front of the other and the shiny stocking clad leg looked magnificent, brazen and incredibly sexy.

“Morning, baby,” said Katherine, her voice dripping with honey. “Oh my, my, not bothering with clothes today? You should mind the hot fat doesn’t burn you!”

“I’m being careful, Mum,” replied Alex who quickly turned off the hob and put his spatula down. He walked over to Katherine and put both hands up to her cheeks. Katherine stared deep into her son’s eyes checking that he shared the same passionate feeling she had. Alex didn’t hesitate this time, he pulled his mum’s face to his and kissed her on the lips. Katherine’s mouth yielded in response and mother and son’s tongues found each other. Katherine’s arms wrapped themselves around her son’s naked body and her fingernails scratched down his back with intensity. Alex’s arms brought his naked body against the warm, thin satin of his mother’s robe. The kiss seemed to last forever neither of them wanting to break this bond, this new found love. Katherine found herself rocking back and forth and eventually pulled away from her son’s eager lips. Smiling, she took a step backwards.

“So… I wore the outfit you picked out. What do you think?”

“You look so… hot, Mum. Just amazing!”

“But you didn’t want me to wear the red high heels? I thought they were your favourites?”

“Well… it’s not just the shoes themselves…” Alex reached down to his Mother’s hand and gently pulled it to his thick, aching prick. “It’s the woman who wears the shoes.”

Katherine grinned widely as her hand wrapped itself his cock and began to massage its base, slowly.

“What a lovely thing to say to your Mother, young man. What a beautiful thing to say…”

Alex leaned his head back and moaned with delight as Katherine shook his prick a little. She smiled once more.

“Now weren’t you making your Mother some breakfast? Hmm?”

At that moment, Katherine pulled heavily on her son’s cock and the tiniest drop of cum squirted from his penis on to the fabric of the kitten heeled slippers she was wearing. The effect was instant.

From her toes, up her legs, across her thighs, searing through her sex, up her body to her fingertips and rushing to the head, Katherine suddenly felt the extraordinary feeling of sheer wanton NEED that she had experienced when she first put on the red high heels. It was a fantastic, erotic, electric shock that jolted her whole body.

“Oh God, Alex, oh my God…”

Alex felt it too, that uncontrollable lust filled his body, his cock swelled from root to tip. Now was the time for him to take control.

“Bend over!”

Katherine did as she was told. Turning around the needy mother leaned forward on to the kitchen table spreading her palms flat. Alex moved up behind her, his hand moved to her front and quickly ripped the satin cord, allowing him to pull the robe out of the way and reveal his mother’s beautiful bottom framed wonderfully by the hold up stockings. Katherine spread her legs apart for her son.

“Please, Alex! Please!”

Without hesitation, Alex pushed his hard, hot cock inside his mum and cried out with sheer pleasure.

“Yessss!” moaned Katherine. The feeling of her son’s big prick filling up her hot, wet, aching pussy was mind-blowing. She moved her hands to the edge of the table, gripping it with all her might. She wanted to be used, fucked, pounded with lust by her animal son. She wanted to be his fuck-toy, his slut. “Harder!” she demanded.

Alex complied and began to ram his cock deeper and deeper inside his mum’s wanton cunt. His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her towards him with each thrust as if she was some sex doll. The thought pleased Alex, after all he had dressed her this morning, she was his to fuck as he pleased. And now he had mounted her, fucking his mom like a bitch on heat. Alex’s hand moved from her hip and found the breasts he had suckled on last night and began to squeeze them with his hand. He squeezed in time with his urgent thrusts, making the cutlery and coffee cups on the table clatter.

It was then, as Alex mauled her beautiful, full, maternal breasts that Katherine began to experience the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body shook as Alex’s throbbing cock took her over the edge and she began to scream out into the morning. Hearing his mum scream made Alex lose his control too and his cock pumped spurt after spurt of thick, white creamy cum inside his mum’s pulsating cunt. The table shook violently as they came and SMASH! a coffee cup hit the kitchen floor.

And with that Katherine fell forward on to the table, panting. “Yes, baby, yes… Mummy is very, very pleased…”

* * *

“Dear Ginette,

firstly let me thank you for the wonderful time I’ve had since visiting your boutique and buying your very special red high heels. Needless to say the bond between my Son and I has improved dramatically and we now feel more emotionally connected than ever before. What we didn’t realise was the transformative nature of the shoes, namely on the lovely thick white semen my son now produces. Forgive me if that shocks your potential buyers, but I feel, as this is a letter of recommendation, that the long-term benefits are pointed out. Now, all my Son has to do is get one drop his cum on to any pair of shoes (heeled of course) and they produce a super-sexual feeling that is hard to describe, let alone deal with, as it races through your body. Of course this means I now have normal shoes for work and wicked shoes for play, that my son ‘christens’ with his cum and creates the most intense NEED within me for his cock. Once again I thank you for this breakthrough in our relationship. Mothers: if you’re thinking about improving the bond between you and your Son then please don’t hesitate and use Ginette’s unique service. However I understand there are many that wouldn’t want to do this. That is more than sensible, but I would say this: if you’d prefer some appreciative glances, some smiles and some manners and gratitude then investing in a pair of high heels to wear around the house may just make this happen. White to look smart, black for authority and red for… well… being a naughty, teasing woman like me.

Alex grasped the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger and, breathing steadily, gripped solidly.

“Mmm that’s it, baby, show Mummy what you’ve got.”

Katherine Peterson sat on the bedroom chair with her hands flat on her lap. Wearing only her underwear, a Secrets in Lace plunge bra in black and oyster with a thong to match, her long, luscious legs were encased in black Wolford satin stockings. The stay-up band gripped her thighs as she moved her hands across the stockingtops, tantilisingly close to her pussy.

Below her, Alex, her Son and recently her lover was naked, on his knees jerking his cock back and forth in front of his Mother’s legs. The twenty-year-old’s aim was to christen his Mother’s new shoes. Though it would have seemed odd to them a few weeks ago, the simple act of Alex’s cum now touching a pair of her heels drove Katherine insane with lust. Whatever chemical reaction had taken place, whatever molecular magic had made this occur, they both loved it.

So, on Katherine’s feet were a brand new pair of black Azagury satin court shoes. A four-inch heel on both, Katherine slowly lifted one to let her toe connect with her Son’s ballsack. Alex moaned with pleasure as his Mother stimulated his cock and balls with her new heels. Well worth the wait, she decided, well worth the money.

Originally Katherine had hoped to simply walk away with some shorter heels for a family wedding that Alex and herself were attending the next weekend. However when she had seen the shoes in the window display and Alex had squeezed her hand, she knew she had to have them too. They had left the store with both pairs, the black court shoes and a pair of brown leather slingbacks with a one inch heel. Much more respectable, for a family wedding at least. These lay in the box to Alex’s left, but right now he was concentrating on the beautiful figure of his Mother.

She leaned back in the chair and pressed her pointed toe further into Alex’s balls. He moaned and sighed and began to grip his cock harder. Katherine stared at her Son’s large, beautiful member, and smiled with delight. It fulfilled her, it consumed her. She would think about it at work, over dinner, while out grocery shopping. It was so hard to ignore. Sometimes when they were both alone in the car she would make him take it out of his jeans just so she could see it, that length of meat that drove her wild.

Alex had leaned forward to kiss and lick her nyloned legs. His cock still in his left hand, jerking, he balanced himself on her thigh with his right, clawing and kneading her thigh. He looked up at his Mother with unbridled lust, she knew he was quite capable of raping her there and then, that full, thick prick ramming deep inside her… But not tonight. Tonight she needed something else.

“I… I can’t hold on much longer, Mum…”

“I know sweetie, hold still.”

Alex straightened up, his cock, red and angry in front of him, standing hard. With both her heels, Katherine gripped the base of his cock and began to jerk backwards. The effect on Alex was instant.

He cried out in pleasure and pain as his Mum’s heels jerked him off, the stiletto heels pressing into his full balls.

“Ohhh! Ohhh, Mum!!”

The cum spat out of his cock with obscene urgency. It splattered over her black stockinged legs, it reached the dark black of her stockingtops, it dropped like rain all over her new heels. Alex cried, his hand cradling his aching cock and balls. Katherine gasped.

The moment the cum had hit her shoes, the surge ran through Katherine. That wicked, unholy power flowed through her body. Her fingers were pulling at her nipples through the thin bra material as she watched her Son erupt all over her. Her pussy, was no longer tingling. It was on fire. Trying to shake her head clear she quickly spread her legs far apart, planting her cum-covered shoes firmly on the ground.

“Pussy, now, Son…”

Alex was still dizzy and stumbled forward to the inviting site of his Mother’s thighs. He kissed her stockingtops and then the bare, pale flesh of her thighs. Katherine forced her legs wider as she guided her Son’s head to her sopping wet sex. She urged him on and then gasped when Alex’s tongue, moved aside the thin thong and finally grazed her clit.

Katherine sat panting in the faded light of the bedroom, her Son’s mouth buried between her thighs, kissing her pussy like it was her mouth. His tongue moved all over her lips before settling on her clit and then flicking it up and down with abandon. She moaned with pleasure as his fingers gripped his Mother’s pert arse and buried his tongue in her pussy up to her hilt. Her fingers moved from her nipples to his hair, tousling it, pulling on it. She wanted this cum, she could feel this cum.

“Yes… yes…” her voice rose with each intonation. She wanted to grind her pussy into his face, to use him like a machine. She began to buck with her hips as his tongue moved faster and faster over her enflamed sex. Her thighs squeezed together around his head as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. Katherine began to scream.

Her climax seemed to shatter both of them, she rocked back and forth with her hips, head swung back in ecstatic bliss. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling to keep the union of mouth and pussy as she rode out the climax. He cries turned to mews of echoing delight as it reverberated around them both. And when Alex looked up she smiled with such love.

And as Mother and Son held each other, wrapped in an orgasmic dream, the light in the room began to fade and gave way to dusk. Katherine stood up and took her Son’s hand leading him to her bed. The weekend was young and there was much fucking to be done still. Katherine closed her eyes and dreamed about the deep, long screwing her Son would give her that morning.

Neither of them noticed the tiny drop of cum seeping into the brown leather of the slingbacks still wrapped in tissue paper in their open box.

* * *

Five days later and Alex was adjusting his tie, his arms bared on a suit that was a little too small for him. Katherine poked her head around his bedroom door. Tutting she walked over.

“Here let me do it…” She straightened the tie and his collar. “There, now you’re all set to escort me.”

Alex looked his Mother up and down. There was no denying it, she looked hot in her cream two piece skirt and jacket. He noticed her light coloured nylons too, topped-off with the brown slingbacks.

“Mmm, come here…” Alex grabbed his Mother’s bum and pressed himself against her. She smacked his shoulder and pushed back.

“Stop it! You’ll ruin my make-up! This is a family gathering remember…” Katherine turned to her Son’s mirror and checked her lipstick.

“I know, it’s just difficult when you look so good, Mum…”

“Down boy! Maybe later…”

“Stockings?”

Katherine sighed and smiled. Putting her purse down, she faced Alex and then slowly, demurely reached down to the hem of her skirt and bent her leg. In time honoured fashion she slid her skirt up to the band of white that crowned her stockings, clipped to a soft cream garter belt.

Her Son sighed with happiness as Katherine let him get a good look. If time allowed she knew she would do this everyday for him. Then she dropped the skirt and grabbed her purse.

“Come on, we need to get moving!”

The boy nodded as his Mother walked out and then noticed something odd. He was aroused, yes, but uncomfortably so… He tried to forget about as he figured it would go away.

The wedding ceremony was thankfully a short affair. It was Katherine’s cousin who was remarrying and herself and Alex both perched in a pew on the bride’s side throughout. Alex fidgeted during the service and Katherine kept giving him looks. What was wrong with him? She couldn’t have riled him up that much could he?

The reception took place in small hotel mercifully only across the road from the church. Alex hurriedly found the gents as the guests began to help themselves to drinks and quickly locked the door of a cubicle. Inside he gingerly unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang straightforward, much to his surprise. God, it felt good to be free of its confines, but the only time it got this hard was during his playtimes sessions with Mum. The young man decided to try and ignore it. He carefully pushed the cock back inside his suit trousers and walked slowly to the washbasins.

Outside Katherine was waiting for him holding two glasses of champagne. The puzzled Mother leaned in, her voice low.

“What on earth is wrong with you? You look like you had ants in your pants in the church!”

Alex gratefully accepted the glass and took a swig.

“I’m really, I mean really… full-on down there! Like one of your play sessions…”

Katherine looked about nervously to make sure no one was watching them.

“Well, can’t you do something about it?”

The young man frowned. “I could try, I’m just hoping it will go away.”

“Well let’s hope it does. Go on, go and sit down while I talk to your Aunt Jean.”

Alex decided to join some his younger relatives at a table. As the drink flowed and Alex chatted he found the sensation was slowly receding. It had been exactly like that feeling of when Mum wore those special red shoes he liked so much. Like they were here… Could one of his relatives be wearing some? The thought worried him but doing a quick scan of the room he shrugged it off. No, it had been when he’d been close to his Mother. Like his Mother was wearing a pair of the ‘christened’ shoes. Alex’s eyes widened as he began to think what might have happened. He decided to try an experiment. Excusing himself from his chatting second cousins, he walked over to where his Mum was sat listening to his Aunt Jean. Before getting to the table he paused. If he was right about this he may need a distraction. He quickly crouched down, pretending to tie his shoelace, when in fact he was doing the exact opposite. He then approached the table.

“Hi Aunt Jean, nice to see you.”

Alex smiled at the heavy-set woman in her fifties sat opposite his Mother. He really didn’t like his Aunt Jean too much, but a sacrifice had to be made in the interests of science.

“Hello, Alex, how are you- oh, be careful, your shoelace is untied.”

Feigning surprise Alex quickly crouched down to tie it. He hoped the ruse worked, he knew his Mum would hate the idea of him touching her shoes in such a public place. Luckily Aunt Jean seemed to be content with wittering on about how useless his Uncle had been.

God, his Mum’s legs looked sexy. The nylon of the stockings shone in the sunlight of the afternoon through the hotel windows. Her pretty toes glistened beneath the satiny mesh of the stocking. Those slingbacks were wonderful. Katherine flexed her toes allowing the strap to fall slightly down her ankle, creating a gap between her foot and the shoe. An image flashed into Alex’s mind. His cock trapped inbetween that gap. His Mum gently pressing her stockinged heel on to his cock, milking it as she mashed it against the shoe. His cock was beginning to spring back into life.

Aunt Jane was still talking about his Uncle. Alex used the opportunity and quickly dragged his fingers across the leather strap and his Mother’s nylon toes.

The effect was instantaneous. Despite feeling his Mother kick out at the touch, Alex’s cock suddenly began to swell again. No doubt about it, his cum must have landed on the slingbacks by accident. Sweat began to bead on his brow. Standing up, he awkwardly turned sideways. His head was rushing, he felt dizzy.

“You OK, Alex? You look like you’ve had a funny turn.” His Aunt Jean stared at his reddening face.

“It’s a, um, dodgy curry I had last night. Excuse me. Back in a bit…”

Alex walked quickly away from the table back in the direction of the toilets. Trying not to look anyone in the eye and aware that his cock was rapidly expanding, he fumbled through the toilet door and returned to the cubicle he had previously found refuge in. His cock ached for release, it was demanding to be set free!

He unzipped his trousers once more. It was a monster! Thick, purple, veined and throbbing. Jesus, what a fool he’d been! Why couldn’t he have left his Mother’s shoes alone? God, he needed relief. He went to grasp the base of his cock and immediately cried out. What was wrong?! He tried once more only to shout in surprise.

The feeling was just too intense. What the hell was he gonna do if he couldn’t wank?! At that moment, he heard the toilet’s outer door creak.

Shit! No not now! He bit down on his hand and leaned against the cubicle door. Go away! Go away!

“Alex… it’s Mummy… where are you, darling?”

The soft voice wove feelings of comfort and extreme lust through the young man. He opened the door lock.

“In here!”

Katherine hurried over and slid though the gap he had left. Locking the door once more she gasped as she saw the eager prick bobbing in front of her.

“Oh dear Lord…” Mesmerised, Katherine reached out and touched the cock with thumb and forefinger.

“No, Mum- I AHHHH!” Alex cried out.

Katherine started back. “Do you make that noise when you touch it?” Alex nodded, frowning. He was clearly in desperate need. Katherine weighed up her options. Her Son needed assistance. A Mother’s touch. A comforting hand. In her mind the image of her wearing a tarty nurses uniform appeared. Now where had that come from? She could kneel down and suck it out of him, but then he would still be wailing, not to mention getting her stockings dirty on this bathroom floor! She decided on one option. The most assertive option.

“Stand up straight and try not to make a sound!” Alex nodded at his gorgeous Mother’s instructions. She inched around the back of Alex in the cubicle and then in one swift movement, her right hand wrapped around his body to grab his cock while her left hand reached over his mouth and handgagged him. She gripped on both tightly. Alex’s body stiffened in surprise.

Katherine whispered in her Son’s ear. “Make one fucking sound and you will go without me for a month!”

The lad swiftly nodded his assent. Katherine knew she needed to work fast. Gripping the base of her Son’s cock her hand worked the shaft as fast as she dare, lest Alex bite her hand in an attempt to scream. Instead he made the smallest of mewing noises. Katherine clutched at his cock harder than ever before. He shuddered as his Mother pulled and yanked on his manhood, pausing only to squeeze his cum filled balls. Her hand clamped over his mouth felt good, she was in control. Her mouth moved back to his ear.

“Such a dirty little boy aren’t you, coming into a filthy place like this to wank! What would your family think?! It’s a good job you have your Mother her to help show what a depraved little boy you’ve become! You’re going to cum for me now… cum for me, get all that dirty, sticky cum out of your balls. Do it for me, Son, do it for Mother now!”

Alex bit down on his jaw to stop himself from screaming as the ropes of white semen ejaculated all over the walls of the cubicle. Katherine maintained her grip on his penis and mouth as he twisted in extreme pleasure, the tension pulsing from him as his Mother drained him. She squeezed and milked the large cock until the last few drops fell onto the floor. Alex shook. Slowly Katherine slid her hand from her Son’s mouth.

“Better?” she smiled at him. He nodded, taking deep breaths of air. Still half in a daze the lad grabbed some toilet paper and began to wipe down the walls. Katherine reached into her bag and picked out a dainty white handkerchief. Wiping her own hands, she turned her Son towards her and used the hanky to wipe down his cock. At that moment the toilet creaked open once more.

Katherine, holding her Son’s cock in her hands, with the hanky dMolestationd over it, froze.

“Is everything OK?” came the voice of Aunt Jean.

“F-fine,” Katherine croaked back, not realising how dry her mouth was. “Alex has just been a bit ill, that’s all.”

“See you in a minute then.” Aunt Jean left the toilets.

Katherine wiped the last few drops of cum from his cock and pushed it back into his suit trousers.

“Come on you,” she said. “Let’s go back and tell everyone that you’ve got a dicky tummy.”

“Heh, I had a dicky something, Mum…”

“Cut that out!” Katherine reopened the cubicle door. Then in a voice loud enough to be heard outside. “And that means no more drinking for you today, young man!” With that, she grinned at Alex and walked out. He moved over to the wash basins, scowling.

He could have sworn that as his Mother had left, she’d wiggled her arse at him.

*Special thanks to my wonderful friend Kristin for being my advisor and editor!*

“Really, Katherine, this wine is superb!”

Katherine Peterson poured more of the excellent wine into her friend Elizabeth’s glass. Elizabeth smiled appreciatively. She then poured Christina another glass too.

These were new friends of Katherine’s, they’d met through the same strange, marvellous boutique that Katherine had received her red high heels, purposefully made to arouse her Son, Alex, who she now fucked regularly. Tonight he’d chosen to go and meet friends and so, Katherine decided she would ask Elizabeth and Christina over. All three had been introduced by Ginette, the owner of the Boutique and they had become firm friends through chatting online.

*Swishhh* Elizabeth recrossed her long legs, sheathed in black Wolford stockings and dangled her black court shoe as she sipped the wine. She was in her fifties and head of an investment company. Divorced a long time ago she’d decided that younger men were to provide her sustenance in life. She was currently fucking a man named Owen in his thirties, a marketing manager with a wife to boot. However, they both craved Mother and Son roleplay and she provided him with that release. In return he was the best pussy-licker she’d ever met. Elizabeth brushed a speck of dust off her charcoal grey business suit and turned to Christina.

“So, how is Jeff getting on at University?”

By contrast Christina was a blonde, married housewife. She’d married young, but smartly and meant she could live a life of domestic luxury. She leaned forward, her legs encased in Oroblu shiny tan stockings and black heels, reflecting her smart black suit and skirt. Christina had harboured taboo desires about her Son for several years and last year ended up acting on them. Inspired by Ginette’s wonderful footwear naturally. Through a long process of teasing him, she’d snared her Son right under her husband’s nose. Now, when he was home from university, they fucked as often as they could while her oblivious hubby worked.

“Well, you know I went to see him, the other weekend? I booked us a nice little country hotel just a few miles from campus. It was very romantic, we pretended to be a couple!”

Katherine nodded appreciatively as Elizabeth took another sip of wine. Christina reached for her glass.

“He was so excited to see me, it was soooo cute! He got dressed up in a smart shirt and slacks, quite the good looking young man. All for his own Mother! Mind you, I was no slouch. Hair done, nails done, new lingerie from La Perla, golden heels – real boy-hardeners and, some new stockings from Ginette!”

“Oh, what pair?” asked Katherine.

“Golden Jocastas. Golden lace trim, with the word ‘incest’ sewed into the tops. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when I picked him up from the car park.”

“You gave him the flash?” asked Elizabeth, she had given plenty of boys the ‘flash’ too, that glimpse of stockingtop, that aroused their cocks and promised hidden treasures beneath.

“Oh yes! As soon as he got in the car I hiked my skirt up. I made him wait until we were driving out in the country before he could get his cock out. I almost blew him there and then!”

“You didn’t?” prompted Katherine.

“No… I made him wait, I wanted him to blow a big load with Mummy, seeing as how good I looked, so I let him wank while I drove but he wasn’t allowed to cum. He practically Molestationd me when we got to the hotel room!”

“Mmm, yes,” nodded Elizabeth. “They’re so eager at that age.”

“He bent me over the dresser and fucked me like it would be his last. He screamed when he came in me.”

Katherine hummed understandingly “All those weeks away from Mummy though.”

“I know, I know. And I did send him all those phone pictures of my legs.”

“Oh that reminds me!” Elizabeth reached down to her handbag and fished out her BlackBerry. “Let’s see if Owen’s been a good boy… Ah yes!”

Elizabeth leaned forward with her BlackBerry and showed Katherine and Christina the screen. There was a picture of an erect penis, wrapped in a nylon stocking.

“He’s wanking into a stocking for Mummy while his wife sleeps upstairs. What a good boy!”

Katherine and Christina laughed as Elizabeth asked “Shall I call him now?”

Both of the women giggled and urged Elizabeth to call her ‘son’ and lover. She nodded and dialled the number. Christina and Katherine looked on expectantly.

“Hello, Owen… no, don’t say anything. Just listen to Mummy, got that? Now Mummy is very happy that you sent her the pic of your little winkie. It made Mummy want to touch her pussy too… But guess what? I am sat here with two of my lady friends… two naughty Mummys and they are watching, yes, watching. I’m fingering my pussy, skirt up around my waist, dreaming about having you inside me. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Son? Yes, being inside my velvet pussy, where you came from, pumping away inside Mummy…”

Katherine and Christina stifled giggles as Elizabeth spoke. The older woman winked at them.

“I bet you need to cum very badly now, don’t you? Well Mummy’s going to let you, cum in Mummy’s stocking, cum like you’re deep inside me… yes, that’s it, cum now, Son, cum for Mummy!”

And then, abruptly, Elizabeth pressed the Off button.

“He does like it when Mummy phones out of the blue, and gets oh so beautifully frustrated when Mummy hangs up suddenly. Good to keep them on the edge, dont you agree? ” she laughed as she put the phone back. “Now Katherine, what did you need to ask us?”

This time, Katherine recrossed her legs with a pleasing nylon *swish* as she collected her thoughts and smoothed her own cream skirt, that framed her black stockings. She took another sip of wine and began.

“I want to do something special for Alex. He’s been so sweet to me, he’ll be twenty soon and I think he would enjoy something different. The thing is I’m not sure what.”

Both women nodded and leaned back in their chairs. Christina then turned to Elizabeth.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I might be… I take it we’re thinking about our mutual friend?”

“Yes, I am.” Christina smiled at Katherine. “Katherine, what do you know about Janet?”

Katherine blinked. “Janet? Who’s she?”

Elizabeth grinned and put her glass down. “She’s someone who only comes out on special occasions. She’s what you’d call an alter-ego…”

Frowning Katherine reached again for the wine bottle and told the pair they’d lost her.

“Janet is someone you become, for your Son, on special occasions,” Christine explained. “She’s a sex goddess or a domme or a slut – it’s your choice – but she’s so totally different to the normal everyday you that your Son is surprised, aroused and devoted to you more than ever before.”

Elizabeth picked up the thread. “Janet allows you the opportunity to say or do things you might not have considered. Owen, for example, sets me little ‘Janet missions’. I wear an outrageously short skirt with stupidly tall heels and go and tease young men in bars. I then have to write an email to him explaining how humiliating and arousing it was. Of course, after I do it, I’m rewarded with the most gorgeous climaxes as he laps my pussy, over and over… But yes, that’s what it means to ‘become Janet’ something out of the ordinary.”

“When I’m Janet, for Jeff, I tend to dominate him. We wait until hubby is at work and then I text my Son and tell him Lady Janet requests his presence. He knows to crawl to my bedroom. Last time I greeted him like this-” This time, Christina held out her phone to Katherine. The Mother was dressed in thigh-high black leather boots with a spike heel, black stockings, a black corset. Her hair was a deep red. In her hands was a riding crop. “See? A completely different woman for him and as Janet I can do things with Jeff, that Mummy wouldn’t usually do.”

Katherine’s eyes were wide with surprise as she looked at the picture. “You- you look amazing!”

“Thank you!”

“And you all do this?”

“Ginette encourages Mothers and Sons to roleplay and experiment. She was the ultimate Janet. Three Sons, and she’s a different Janet for all of them. It’s amazing dedication.”

“And of course,” interjected Christina. “She has the shoes to match. You need to ask her for a pair of Janet’s Specials.”

“Specials?”

“Oh yes,” said Elizabeth. “Very powerful sensations from those shoes, you’ll think things you never would have dreamed of. You’ll cum… well… let’s say like never before!”

Katherine’s pulse was now racing. Could she become Janet for Alex? What would drive him wilder with desire than he has ever been? What persona would be the best “Janet” for her son? Would it be to dominate him? He had loved it when she had gagged him during their emergency at that wedding. But be someone totally different?

She deliberated for a few days after her threesome drinks with Elisabeth and Christine. It was quite a big step to take, but one that sounded like a lot of fun too! However there was an unshakeable feeling at the back of Katherine’s head that told her she was going to go through with it. The lifestyle, making her Son so happy, not to mention making her own pussy as sated as it ever was. It was addictive. It was a powerful aphrodisiac and she wanted more. She wanted to continue.

Therefore, a week after Christine and Elizabeth had spoken to her, Katherine found herself back in Ginette’s exclusive boutique.

Katherine looked down at the box in her hand, her fingers ran over the nylon of the stockings that lay in the tissue paper. The touch shook something inside her, she shivered.

“Golden Jocastas,” said Ginette, perched on the edge of her desk in a black and white skirt suit, the skirt had a split in it that ended just below her hip. Her blouse was clearly a size too small. “You’ll forgive the classical conceit of the name, I couldn’t resist. The good news is your Son won’t be able to resist either. Here are the shoes.”

Ginette sauntered over to Katherine with a shoe box. She opened it for Katherine and showed her the contents. She gasped. “Wow, those are… very nice!”

The shoes were shiny, black leather peep toe heels. The heels themselves were tapered into a sharp point, four inches in length. The insides of the shoes were deep red and stitched on to the backs of the insides were the words ‘MOTHER’S HEELS’.

Katherine quivered at the site of them. So pretty and exquisitely made.

“Thank you, Ginette. These are something else!”

“You, my dear are going on a very special journey. Your Son is going to have such a special day! If only more Mothers were as considerate as you.”

Both Mothers smiled at each other and then Ginette leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Good luck,” she whispered.

That afternoon Katherine arranged to have her hair and nails done. When the receptionist had asked her a name she had paused for a moment and then replied “Janet Peterson”. The plan was set. She had booked a hotel room and sent a text to her Son. She had tried to be as brief as possible and simply told Alex he was to go to the Regal Hotel at 4pm, In ‘The Maitresse Suite’.

Katherine’s heart was pounding as she wheeled her suitcase down the corridor and towards her room. She hoped it would work, she hoped her Son would be happy. Taking a deep breath, she entered her key card into the lock and walked inside.

Two hours later and Katherine’s Son Alex was standing inside a lift at the Regal Hotel. He felt nervous and excited. His Mother had rented a hotel room for them both! There was something very naughty about the thought, like they were a couple having an affair, a dirty weekend away. His cock was beginning to harden at the thought of his sexy Mum in her lingerie when the lift pinged.

Alex stood in front of ‘The Maitresse Suite’ and coughed, he straightened his hair and knocked.

“It’s open,” came a voice from the other side. It sounded like his Mother, maybe a little deeper. Alex opened the door.

Inside the hotel room was a large bed, covered with soft satin sheets. To the right of the bed was dresser next to which was a fireplace with two chairs. The fireplace glowed and crackled. In one of the chairs sat Katherine, but Alex could barely recognise her.

Her hair was blonde, platinum blonde. It was curved into a perfectly straight bob just above her shoulders. Her lips coated in red lipstick. Her body was wrapped in a short, silk black gown, it’s long sleeves covered her arms. Her legs were crossed in front of her, encased in the sheer black of her stockings. On her feet were a pair of black, peep toe heels. Between her fingers, her nails long, sharp and red, she held a cigarette holder inside which was a black Sobranie cigarette. She looked Alex up and down.

“Oh my God, Mum…” Alex began. “You look… I mean, you’re smoking?!”

“Shut the door, Alex.”

Without even thinking about Alex did as he was told. He returned back to face his Mother. She looked amazing!

“I’m afraid Katherine couldn’t make it tonight, Alex. My name is Janet. I’m going to be your Mummy tonight.”

Alex looked confused and then nodded. Katherine- no, Janet, smiled, a wicked smile that caught Alex off-guard. His breathing became shallow.

“Strip for me,” she commanded.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Janet continued to smoke the cigarette, elegantly pinching the holder, as she watched her Son strip down. He got down to his trousers and she crossed her legs. The sound of the nylon *swisshhing* made the blood rush to Alex’s cock. Janet put out the cigarette and flicked it into the fireplace. Alex pulled down his boxer shorts and his cock sprang out in front of him. Janet grinned at the sight.

“Come here,” she told him. Alex walked towards his Mother and stopped in front of the chair. “Hands behind your back,” she reached out and grabbed his cock. Alex let out a small yelp as Janet squeezed the cock between her fingers. “Just think, I made this. I created this. Naturally it should belong to me.”

“Yes, Mum.”

Her hands moved down to his balls. Once more she squeezed. “These seem to be filling up nicely. Have you been thinking wicked thoughts, Son?”

“I- well I…” Alex didn’t quite know how to answer. He felt her fingers tighten.

“I see.” Janet stood up, in her heels she stood a few inches over her Son. Her hand moved back to his erect dick. “Come over to the bed.” She tugged at his penis and lead him slowly towards the bed, her gown billowing behind her. Janet’s heels click-clacked on the bare parquette of the hotel room. Alex shuffled behind as best he could. Janet sat down on the bed, crossing her legs once more. Alex quivered at the sight. She told him to fetch her cigarettes.

Alex did as he was told, still amazed to see his Mum smoking, but aroused by the action too. He passed them to her with an ashtray.

“Mum, are you really smoking, I can’t believe-”

WHACK! Janet quickly raised her heeled foot and smacked into Alex’s balls and dick. He immediately doubled-over and let out a groan of pain.

“Did I dare say you could question me?”

“No… no, Mum.”

“Get on your knees, Son.”

Alex quickly did as he was told, he didn’t want another high heel to his balls again. Janet leaned over and blew smoke into his face through her perfect red lips. Alex blinked as it stung his eyes. This made Janet giggle and taking another drag, she stood back up. Placing the cigarette between her lips she undid the cord of her robe. Alex looked up at his Mother as the robe came off. She wore a very tight, black corset that pushed her body into a classic hourglass figure. Her breasts looked magnificent and the corset ended in silver metal clasps that held the black stockings in place. The stockings had a bright gold band around them and Alex thought he could make out writing.

Janet moved her hips slowly from side-to-side. “You like my stockings, Son? Read what’s written on them…”

“It’s… ‘incest’, Mum. It says ‘incest’.”

“Are you the sort of wicked boy that thinks about incest, Alex?”

“Well, I-AHHH…”

Janet pressed down one of her high heels into his thigh. “Do you think about incest with Mother, Alex? Do you?”

“Y-yess.”

Her heel came away. “I see. Get over my lap please.”

Janet sat back down on the edge of the bed, stubbing out the cigarette. Alex moved towards her gingerly, but Janet was fast. She grabbed him, with strength she didn’t know she had and pulled his naked body down over her lap. She quickly clamped her nyloned thighs around his penis and squeezed. Alex gasped as the stockings touched his cock, the feeling was incredible, intense. All he could think about was humping his Mother’s thighs, but he tried to resist.

“I cannot believe I raised such a dirty little pervert!” WHAP! Janet’s hand cracked on to Alex’s backside. He yelped. “A dirty little boy whose cock gets hard at the sight of his own Mother!” WHAP! “I should have started spanking you the minute you started touching that dirty little prick of yours.” WHAP!

Alex tried to apologise, but all he could do was squeal, he needed to fuck, needed to cum! His hips began to gently buck up and down and the grazing of his cock on her thighs felt like ecstasy. Janet noticed his bum bouncing up and down and the thought of her Son getting himself off in her lap made her very wet and needy. She’d let him continue a little longer…

WHAP! “I bet you jerked off into Mummy’s panties, didn’t you? Or was it her stockings? Did you wrap Mummy’s soft, silky nylon stockings around your cock and make your mess in them?” WHAP! “Well? Did you?!”

Alex was now banging his hips against his Mother’s lap, his balls smacking against her thigh. His balls felt so tight, he was so close, he needed relief! “Yes, Mummy, I did! I did!”

Janet felt his body tighten and simultaneously opened her thighs and pushed her Son off of her. Alex collapsed by the side of the bed looking hurt. She wagged her finger at him. “No, no, you bad boy, you don’t get to cum yet.” She moved her legs apart even wider. “You know what Mummy needs. Crawl here and give it to her.” Her hands moved down her thighs and her red fingernails drifted over her steamy pussy.

Recovering from his fall, Alex crawled on all fours towards his Mother. His lips found the tops of her stockings, his head pushed against her thighs.

“That’s it, baby. Eat Mummy’s pussy, like a good boy should…” His lips found her sex. Alex began to lap for all he was worth, his tongue ran up and around her labia, finally flicking over her clit. Janet groaned with deep pleasure, her whole body was on fire, it felt incredible. “That’s it baby, show your Mother the respect she deserves. Show her how a Son should behave, pleasuring the Woman that loves him most in the world, giving his adoration and devotion to her. Ohhhh yes, my darling, lick Mummy harder, be a good boy and lap at her, make her cum!”

Alex’s hands gripped his Mother’s thighs and pushed his mouth firmly against her cunt. She leaned backwards, waves of enhanced pleasure pushing her body in different directions. The cum was growing inside, yearning to be set free, to engulf her body. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets. Alex renewed his eating of her pussy, pushing and lapping and flicking with his tongue.

“Oh fuck yes, make Mummy cum, be a good little pussy eater and make her fucking cum oh–OHHHH, SHIIIIT!” Janet cried out, screamed even, as the climax ripped through her. She grabbed at Alex’s hair, holding him to her pussy for as long as she could. Expletives, pain, pleasure, she coloured the air blue as she came, it was overwhelming. She pushed Alex’s head away and collapsed backwards on to the bed.

For a few minutes, Mother and Son lay in the hotel room, wrapped in ecstasy and astonishment. Alex had never heard his Mother climax like that before. Janet lay on the bed stunned, stars in front of her eyes. Alex’s hands drifted back to his cock. He began to masturbate, hoping to relieve some of the intense pressure in his balls. It was then he felt something cold and hard on his cock. Opening his eyes he saw his Mother’s high heel pressing down on him. She was sitting on the edge of the bed once more. Her other heel joined the first, trapping his cock between the two shoes. Alex moaned as Janet began to lift the shoes up and down his rigid prick.

“You made me cum hard, Son. Mummy liked that a lot. You did well. So you get a little payback…” She moved the shoes wonderfully and yet agonisingly slowly down his shaft. “You like Mummy’s shoes, baby? She calls these her boy-hardeners… they seem to be doing the trick. Mummy ought to wear shoes like this everyday, don’t you think? Just for you. Not for her husband or a boyfriend, but just for her baby boy, keeping his cock nice and hard…”

Janet speeded up her pace, flexing her feet as the shoes rubbed against Alex’s red, glistening cock. Precum had already dripped down on to the black leather of the shoes and the toes of the stockings. Alex moaned, the pain in his balls was too much, he needed to cum, he must cum!

“Are you going to cum for Mummy? Are you going to cum? Gonna make a big mess all over Mummy’s shiny high heels and her special stockings? Are you gonna spunk for Mummy. Cum now, baby, cum for me, cum for Mummy!”

He couldn’t hold on any longer, Alex ejaculated with such force the cum was splattered all over his Mother’s stockinged legs. He screamed, the cum wouldn’t stop. It spurted from his cock splattering her high heels and covering his own belly and chest. Janet squeezed her shoes together to make sure she drained the last of the precious cum from his balls.

The room swam and Alex could feel conciousness fading. Would his Mother still be here when he woke up? More importantly, would she be Katherine or Janet?

BY Pilot4029