Did I Go Too Far?

Did I go too far?

A mother seduces her son

This is a Part Two of my Story "A mother explores" but it runs in parallel. I thought this was a little more interesting because it focuses on Daniel and his mother.

Part One - Home Alone

It was with a mixture of excitement and sadness that I drove my son Danny to his first term in university. His choice, University College London, had a great reputation for medicine and as a first year student he would have his own room in newly constructed student accommodation. I'm sure that for him it was tremendously exciting to be moving out to his own place, mixed perhaps with some nerves about how he would get on at university, and the need to make all new friends. Luckily his best friend Adam had been offered a place as well, so he wouldn't be totally alone. We had been given a choice of days for his October arrival, and had gone for a Friday so that he would have a fun, pub based, weekend to meet other students, before Freshers' Week started on the Monday.

It was quite a long drive for us out of Bristol to London city centre, and we passed the time talking about his plans and with me trying to give him motherly advice on how to cope in the first few weeks, based upon my own experiences more than twenty years ago. He's a good kid. I think we are really close, especially after his dad's sudden death six years ago in a multi-car pile up on the motorway. He was coming home to us on a Friday night. I couldn't help remembering the total shock, horror and sadness of that night, as we waited for his father to return, got worried, tried his mobile, and then ultimately tried calling the police. At first we were told there had been a pile up on the motorway, then we were told to go to the hospital, but he had died before we arrived.

We had pulled together, been a great team and supported each other through the following years. I did make a decision that Danny would have to grow up fast, take on more responsibility and help me through this loss as well. I used to tell him he was the man of the house now, and I did feel our relationship change into a dynamic friendship, more a partnership than me as the parent and him as the child. Yes we felt like partners. I didn't read too much into that at the time. I loved Danny completely and unconditionally, and I just wanted him to be happy and to succeed in life. Whenever we were apart he was responsive and messaged me regularly to let me know he was safe. I think, given what we had both been through with the death of his dad, he took real care to make sure I always knew where he was, who he was with and that he was OK. I expect I got a lot more contact than other mums.

After dropping him at university, I arrived home a little after 6pm to the empty house. I must get a dog I thought! It did feel strange, alone, maybe a little lonely to be in such a big empty house. That's the first time I have been on my own since I got married. As it was going to be a strange and perhaps sad night alone, my best friend Sophie had offered to come around, bring a take away and some wine, and make sure that I didn't get sad. Actually I was glad of that, I'd know Sophie for many years, she's the mum of Danny's best friend Adam. She's outrageous, funny, great company and just the person that you should be with if you were at risk of feeling down.

Time to freshen up with a shower, relax, think about which takeaway we would order and check that there were a couple of good bottles of Chablis in the fridge. There were, I pride myself on being well organised, maybe a little OCD, but that meant that the house was always clean and tidy, everything was in its proper place. And I am happy that Danny is the same way. We both like our own rules.

Sophie arrived soon after 7pm, also bringing a bottle of Veuve Cliquot - "to celebrate your new life" she said, although she wasn't entirely clear on what there was to celebrate about it. It wasn't a moment of grief, I'm happy that Danny had got into Medical School with her son Adam.

Sophie was good. She pointed out that there were going to be upsides to only having to look after myself and pretty much do as I please. Day in bed - why not? Hang around in PJs - yes that's totally fine. I'm very involved in our local church, St Anthony's, and that gives me real pleasure and a warm group of like minded friends. So I will have more time for that. Danny wasn't interested in religion - that's OK too. He may well come back to it in time, let him have his wild days now.

Sophie wanted to hear all about my journey, dropping off Danny, what we talked about and what were his plans. We had soon exhausted the champagne and were well into the first bottle of chardonnay before we knew it, and sharing and laughing about our exploits at university. It soon became clear that Sophie had been rather more sociable, or maybe more sexually adventurous that I had been. She had enjoyed a two year lesbian affair with one of her professors (got me great sex and better grades as she put it) in addition to a series of different boyfriends.

"Your Danny is going to break so many hearts, he's totally gorgeous." she said. When I looked doubtful she added "Honestly Claire I would kill for an hour naked with him. Everyone in school is in love with Danny, even my son Adam. Come on Claire you can't have missed that he's drop dead gorgeous with those ice blue eyes and come to bed smile. Every girl in his year will be chasing him. I'm jealous."

I was laughing, we both were. I totally adore my son. He really is my whole world especially now with being a widow.

"Of course I think he's gorgeous, but all mums think their sons are gorgeous" I replied, "even Jenny Stoker, and her son looks like he was put together from the left over bits of other boys." We were laughing and enjoying starting to talk about the boys in Danny and Adam's class at school.

By now we were refilling our glasses and ordering our Chinese takeaway a bit later than we planned. This was going to be a boozy evening. By the time that Sophie left I felt elated, happy, relaxed and very ready to sleep. I had an empty day tomorrow before a busy church day on Sunday when I would be reading the lesson at the 11 o'clock Sunday Service then leading the childrens' Sunday School at 12:30.

I did have a bit of headache in the morning, but not as bad as I had expected. But I also had some memories of that night's dream. They really shocked me. Mostly the dream was about walking in on my son fucking my best friend, Sophie. I was watching them from the door of my own bedroom. Sophie was naked on her back on the bed. Her legs were spread wide. My son was half kneeling half laying on her, fucking her really hard. Sophie was squealing with delight and Danny was firing off a stream of obscenities. I was transfixed, standing at the door staring, seeing my son's ass moving up and down as he speared Sophie's willing pussy.

"Open your cunt Sophie let me fuck you real deep. Come on really open your fucking legs and beg for my cock. You are a fucking whore, all you want is to be fucked by young cock!"

The words and the picture were crystal clear. It was like a super high definition film, I could see from behind as he powerfully rammed into her, then I could see from above his rock hard cock thrusting deep in her hole. It was delicious and appalling at the same time. And I was excited, spying on this forbidden shocking scene. It just felt so real. I was soooooo turned on. More than I could remember in a long time. The idea of spying on my son fucking seemed totally forbidden, and completely mind blowing and exciting.

This is drink and Sophie's fault I consoled myself. It's not me and it's just a wild dream. These are disruptive times and I'm having to adjust to a completely new life living on my own and without my son for the first time in 18 years. My mind had to adjust, I was obviously going to miss him, I had to work out my way through this.

But all that Saturday I only wanted to think about Danny naked and having sex. Maybe I can allow myself a day of this to get it out of my mind. After a light lunch I decided I would use my stand by stress relief. A long bath in luxuriously scented water and then an afternoon relax in bed. I had the day to myself, this is part of my new freedom, let me learn to work it out.

So to the bath. Foaming bath oils are a luxury that no woman should be denied, together with an endless supply of hot water. The feeling of relaxation that washed over my body as I lay back in the bath was ecstatic. How amazing to feel my body and the warm water lapping against the sides of the bath. As is usual for me, I started to massage my nipples knowing this would send thrills of sexual feeling down through my body to my pussy. They seem directly connected. This is wonderful.

But soon images start to form. I'm spying on Danny in his student room. My hand slides down my body and rests on my outer lips. I pause and then slowly and gently two fingers open my slit and find their way to my hole. I know I will start here, entering and stretching the entrance. Danny has brought a girlfriend back to his room. I can make out her slim young body and her long, wavy, dark hair. They are standing by his bed, I can imagine his student room perfectly because I helped him unpack into it. Their taut young bodies are grinding against each other as they kiss. I am looking at then a little above them looking down. Danny's hands are roving across her breasts in the tight sweater she is wearing. I can see her erect nipples standing up, Danny grips and twists them and she calls out in ecstasy. He starts talking to her.

"You fucking whore get your fucking clothes off!"

He is excited, angry, demanding. She pulls off the sweater, she's naked to the waist, her pert young breasts are small and round and she has tiny erect nipples. Oh my god, I see her face. It's Donna. I am so fucking turned on now my hand has moved to my clit. In the welcoming, embracing warm water of my bath I start to circle my clit I am coming, I am coming so hard I am uncontrollably shuddering this is a powerful explosion of orgasm through my whole body. I am alight, I am floating and I am totally, totally happy.

Who is Donna? Well, in my first year at university I fell in love with her is who. With my petite figure and long brown hair I knew that I was attractive. I had attention from early on, people made a fuss, "Oh, Claire is so pretty". I was. I really was, I had a lot of attention and I soon learned how to use this to my advantage. Boys I could get to do anything for me, and I rarely had to pay back. It's a great free benefit of being pretty. I feel a bit guilty now, but as teenager it's hard not to take advantage of what you have.

In my very first week at university I met Donna in our Church group, and from the very first sight of her I was in love. She knew it and I knew it. Donna had the face of an angel, deep green eyes, a slim but shapely young body, luxurious shoulder length dark brown hair. But would we consummate and act against everything we had been taught at home and in Church? At first we would just hang out together. We really enjoyed each other's company. We had a lot in common. We both had out own rooms so tons of opportunity to be alone together listening to music and just talking about our upbringing, our families, our dreams. One night, I'd guess a couple of months after we first met, we were in her room listening to music and there was a real tension in the air. We were drinking very, very cheap wine (honestly it was in plastic one litre bottles) and I kind of knew something was going to happen. Then Donna just pulled off he sweater over her head exposing her beautiful young pert breasts and such hard nipples. She just said

"Claire I am so fucking turned on right now."

"Me too"

I stripped. I wanted to be completely naked with her. We got onto her bed and starting kissing. I can remember every touch, every move of her tongue in my mouth. What a perfect slender body, she quickly moved attention to my breasts, licking and sucking, nibbling on my erect nipples. It was an intense electric pleasure that spread across my whole body. Her mouth moved down my body to my pussy, licking and fingering, open my virgin hole. I was gasping with excitement as her tongue traced a line from hole to clit, and started circling the hard button. I was coming as soon as she started pushing first one, then two, then three fingers into my hole, stretching me and driving me crazy with excitement. As she worked on my hole I slid my own fingers down to rub my clit and bring me to the most intense orgasm I ever had.

But Donna had just started. She moved around to the 69 position and I was only too happy to match her strokes. We had this closed circle of pleasure, as I teased her wet hole with my tongue and then with fingers stretching it apart. She mirrored me and I felt the same intense joy. I felt like I was floating above the bed, I felt the most intense pleasure. Her moans excited me more and more. We were learning exactly what points to touch and lick and our groans grew ever louder.

I felt Donna teasing a soaking wet finger rubbing it around my ass hole, sliding it slowly inside. I felt full, complete, intense waves of pleasure washed over my body. I copied her and soon we were working asses and pussy holes together, enjoying completely new and intense sensations. I don't think I could count how many times I came, my lovemaking lasted longer that I had ever imagined was possible. It was gentle and loving and intense. And hearing the load moans from Donna just turned me on even more. My nipples have always been ridiculously sensitive and licking, sucking and nibbling them could being me to orgasm. I will never forget how much Donna understood this almost instinctively, so whenever I was getting close she would focus stimulation on them. I wanted this never to end.

But then the next morning arrived. I'd stayed at her place, we had toast and orange juice for breakfast and Donna noticed I was quiet, withdrawn. She asked me why and I had told her how guilty I felt. What we had done together would have shocked my parents, my father being vicar of our local church, I had grown up in the Church House, being a Christian was such an important part of my life. Now I felt that I had betrayed my beliefs, what would my parents do or say. Could we lose our home if people found out? I know it sounds silly now, but as a student these fears felt only too real. Donna was kind but said she didn't want a secret relationship nor to make me feel so guilty. We hardly met after that and never had sex again. I do sometimes wonder what would have happened if we had stayed together, but having married and then had a wonderful son in Danny, made me convinced my life had been the best it could be.

Part Two - An unexpected message

As the weeks passed I did start to get used to being home alone. I had a lot more free time and as an avid reader I could indulge my joy of books. I also started helping out more at our church, that was a great way to spend free time with old friends and make new ones. Who knows, maybe even a romantic interest for me.

Danny was as good as his word. He messaged most days, and a couple of times a week I got a video call to chat about what was going on at university. Having chatted to other mums, this means I am getting a very high amount of contact from a son. I think it's just a reflection of how close we are, especially since his dad died. I did try to find out about girlfriends without being too obvious.

"Have you met anyone nice?"

"A girlfriend?", he replied, "no, I'm way too busy now."

"But this is such a great opportunity for you, you are such a good looking boy."

"Honestly mum that's not a priority for me."

"Well it should be", I continued. "you should go a little bit wild in Uni - I know I did."

Why did I say that. I knew I was thinking of my ill fated experiences with Donna. It may not have worked out that well, but it was a memorable and incredibly exciting experience. What is happening if Danny isn't sowing wild seeds at university. And he really is very good looking. Aren't all the girls fantasising about him.

"Oh mum you sly fox! I thought you were such a proper person! Fancy you having such dark secrets!"

I went a bit quiet as Donna memories surfaced again - I may have blushed.

"Oh my god mum I want to hear all about it. I mean it."

"Stop kidding and stop changing the subject. You know that you and I never had the sex talk when you were growing up. So how do I know if you understand sex."

"Mum I think I have that figured out"

"Oh really, so you would understand about what turns women on then?"

I was challenging him, still not sure why we were having this argument. But I felt a need to talk more about sex. I started to imagine Danny naked with a girl again. I could see him from the back, passionately kissing her and she was clawing at his ass pulling him closer into her. The familiar tingles in my pussy returned and my nipples were on alert.

"Mum I have seen sex online."

"That's what worries me, I don't think that's what good sex is about."

"OK well then I cannot wait to have you explain all this when we are next together."

Danny started laughing but in a kind and loving way, it make me feel so warm inside.

"Which, by the way is next weekend. Adam and I are coming home for a meet up with a load of friends from school so I will be with you Friday late afternoon."

Adam was his very long term best friend from the Water Polo team at his school. They were inseparable and so of course had gone to the sane university to study. But him coming home was a surprise and a welcome one. Danny told me we could have dinner together on the Friday evening then he would be with Adam on Saturday. We signed off and I started thinking.

I was so excited at the idea of seeing Danny so soon. Yes excited like waiting in the days before Christmas, or before a holiday, or a birthday party. But excited, tingling too. He was going to be physically so close to me. Would I still be imagining him naked, thinking of spying on him?

I was already thinking of what I was going to wear when he arrived home for the weekend. First a tight fitting sweater with nothing underneath. That feels exciting brushing on my nipples, and if I get erect, it will show. Can't decide on whether jeans or leggings, but I have good legs and ass and want to show them off. No panties? Probably.

What did I really want? I definitely wanted to watch Danny having sex. I wanted to see his hard cock fucking a pussy. I wanted to watch him completely naked, standing up in front of me wanking so I got to see exactly how he did it, and that he was keen for mum to watch him having a wank. He wanted me to see exactly how he played with his cock to make himself cum. I wanted to help him. Yes I really wanted to make my son cum. Fuck. How far would I go. Did he want mum to suck him off?

My hand had already move to my panties and was sliding into the slit, gently massaging as I imagined how far we could go. I wanted him completely naked that was clear. And rock hard and that he wanted me to watch him. Yes that he was getting off on the idea of being naked and showing mum everything forbidden and sexual. Talking to me as he wanked, telling me what dirty things he was imagining. Maybe I was going to give him an exam, like a doctor, checking on his development. Pull the skin back on his hard cock and expose the swollen red cock head, handle his balls, get him to bend over and pull his cheeks apart to see the ass hole. I was rubbing harder now, I was wet. I pulled off my panties I needed to explore this scene.

In my imagination Danny was saying, "Wank me mum, make me cum for you."