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Hey XNXX this is my first story hope u enjoy.
I couldn't be tied down to a specific date, but I would guess I got the idea a couple of years ago when two events occurred at the same time that would change my life forever. The first thing that happened was that I, like every other young man at that age, realised that every morning I would wake up with a sticky mess in my shorts, and a hardon that you could balance a pair of dumbbells on unless I'd jerked off before going to sleep. The second thing to happen was that I began to notice that Susan had a body, and a great one at that. She is 5 feet 9 tall, has lovely ripe breasts and long, slim, tanned legs. The problem was, Susan was my Mum. She may be 37 but she has the face and body of an 18 year old. So it was then, that to cure the wet dreams I'd fantasise about my Mum. She just looked so hot. I'd sneak looks at her as she sunbathed out back in just a thong and no top. I'd drool as she painted her cute little toenails bright red before putting on some high heels to go out. At last, I knew that dreaming about her would be all I'd ever do unless I made a positive move to seduce her. During the coming weeks I formulated a plan. It wouldn't be a guarantee of success and it would certainly take months to achieve, but at least it was a step in the right direction.

I called stage 1 my softening up phase. I'd decided that every day for a whole month, when none of the other family members were around of course, that I'd pay Mum a small compliment. Nothing provocative, just the kind of thing that any son could say to his mum. For example, on the first day I commented on how nice her hair looked. Next day I said her perfume smelled nice. At the end of the month all of these little remarks had had the effect I had wanted. Namely, that I could say them without becoming nervous or embarrassed and Mum had learned how to accept them without a second thought.

Then I decided to implement stage 2. This needed conditions to be just right. That happened about 5 weeks after I had put my plan into operation. I came down to breakfast one morning after the others had left, and saw Mum in the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and tight denim shorts. I wished her good morning and then let out a wolf whistle. Mum turned around as I was eyeing her lovely long legs up and down. I told her they were the best legs I had ever seen and that all of the girls my age would sell their souls to have a pair that shapely. Due to the daily compliments I had been making for the last few weeks, Mum took this in the same light hearted, that's nice of you to say so type way. This was exactly the reaction I had hoped for. It meant that for the next few weeks I could call Mum by pet names like Luscious Legs, or Sexy Pins and she wouldn't think it rude or strange. As a nice bonus, I noticed that from then on she began to wear short things around the house more frequently than was usual.

Stage 2 also involved me shelling out some money. Just as I had gotten Mum used to me paying her nice remarks, I also wanted to be able to give her gifts on days other than those when people normally receive presents. The first thing I bought her was some of the perfume she likes best. I gave it to her when we were alone one evening. She asked what the occasion was and I brushed it off lightly with the fact that there doesn't need to be a special time for a Son to buy his Mum a gift. She accepted it gracefully and I asked her to promise that she wouldn't tell the rest of the family, in case they teased me about it. Mum swore that it would be our secret. I wondered just how many more secrets we would share before my plan was over.

The next week I bought her some flowers and the week after a small box of her favourite chocolates. She thanked me each time, but as the presents became a normal part of each week the fuss she made began to die down. Eventually, after about six gifts in as many weeks had been accepted, I bought the big one. Again, the timing had to be just right. My chance came one afternoon when Mum was getting ready for her twice yearly date with some friends of hers. She and a bunch of her old schoolgirl pals meet up and go for a few drinks and dinner. Mum wouldn't miss these nights for the world. I heard her coming down the stairs around four in the afternoon. When I saw her, my eyes just about popped out of my head. She was wearing the tightest, shortest black dress that I had ever seen. It clung to the curves of her body like a second skin. She had glossed her full lips a deep red and her finger and toenails were painted to match. She stood barefooted in front of me, all tanned and sexy.

I remarked on just how sexy she looked, and of course she took this compliment as she now took all the compliments I made her; without any fuss at all. It was then that I decided to give her the gift I had been hiding in my room for the past three weeks. I ran upstairs and brought the nicely gift wrapped box back down. I handed it to Mum as nonchalantly as I could, my heart was beating like crazy. This was going to be the first big test.

Mum loved receiving gifts and she tore the wrapping paper off with child like enthusiasm. When this was done she was left holding a box. She looked at me with surprise in her expression and I encouraged her to look inside. She sat down on the couch and put the box on her lap. As she did so her dress rose up leaving almost all of her long thighs open to my lustful gaze. Unaware of this, Mum took the lid off the box. She shrieked with delight when she saw what I'd bought her. Quickly she took the contents out and held them up. They were a pair of blood red 4 inch high heeled sandals. They had just two thin straps over the instep and they fastened with another, high around the ankle. I asked if she liked them but her reaction had already answered that question.

Mum asked why I had bought her such a lovely pair of shoes that must have been so expensive. I replied that I'd seen them in the store window and thought that they deserved to be on the best pair of legs in town. I suggested she put them on because they'd go so well with her dress and Mum agreed. I sat opposite as she slowly crossed her right leg over her left. Mum was completely oblivious to the fact that in so doing she had given me a quick glimpse of her flimsy black panties. I could feel my dick stiffen as she placed the first sandal on her foot and tied the strap around her beautifully slim ankle. When she crossed her legs to put the other one on, I was in just the right position to get an extended view up her dress. The dress was high cut around the neck so there was no cleavage to see, but it was clear that Mum wasn't wearing a bra. When the shoes were on, Mum stood up to look at herself in the full length mirror in the hallway. I took this opportunity to nip up to my room and bring down a camera so that I could get a few shots before she went out.

When I came back down , Mum had returned to the living room. I told her that she looked better than any supermodel and that she deserved to have some photos taken to mark the occasion. Mum blushed and said she wouldn't want the local photo lab to develop pictures of her like this. I explained that my camera was a digital one and that the images were translated by my computer. I assured her that only the two of us would see them and that I would like to pick the best one and frame it for her as a gift. I could see she was coming round to the idea so I pleaded and mentioned that she still had an hour to spare. When Mum agreed I could hardly believe that my plan was going so well. I was glad I'd worn tight jeans because they wouldn't allow my bulge to get too big, although it was pretty uncomfortable to stand up.

I had 36 high resolution shots at my disposal. I started Mum off with some innocuous poses until we were both in the swing of things. Then I suggested to her that we get a little more variety going. I asked her to turn her back towards me and to put her hands on her hips with her head turned to face me. This went well, so I decided to ask Mum to bend from the waist as if she were fastening her shoes. Surprisingly, to me, she did so. I bent down low so as to make her legs look even longer and in so doing I got a great shot that included Mum's thong covered ass. For the last few pictures I asked Mum to use the couch. She crossed her legs for me both ways and even agreed to lie down with one leg straight and the other bent at the knee. When the last photo was taken I couldn't believe how well it had gone. As a bonus, Mum even suggested to me that we keep this to ourselves.

When I was left alone I rushed up to my room and downloaded the camera's contents into my computer. I had bought the camera especially for this purpose and was amazed by how good the results were. There were enough photos here to keep me jerking off for the rest of my life. I had also purchased some special photo paper and printed one of the tame shots I had taken of Mum onto a sheet. Then I placed it in a nice frame so that I could give it to her later.

It was now time to put stage 3 into full swing. From here on in things would become very tricky. If I judged things badly it could be the end of my family life forever. Anyway, I put those thoughts out of my mind to concentrate on my plan. The next phase started a couple of days later. Mum was alone in the kitchen and I greeted her with my, by now customary, pet name of 'Sexy Legs'. She turned and smiled at me and I took the chance to give her the framed photograph. Mum was very impressed by both the quality of the shot and her appearance in it , but she hoped I wouldn't be too upset if only she ever got to view it. Of course, that suited me perfectly but I feigned disappointment. That look I gave also got the reply from Mum that I'd wanted. She felt guilty that I'd gone to so much trouble and asked if there was anything special that I'd like from her.

I joked that next I'd like to take some photos of her in some lacy underwear and stockings. Mum laughed this off, as I hoped she would , and said I'd have to think again. But the seed was now set. Over the next few weeks, every time Mum asked me to do something like tidy my room or run an errand, I'd tell her that she knew what my price would be. It became a big joke between the two of us but I knew that before too long she would need me for something so bad that it would force her into paying my price. My opportunity came after about another month. Mum had been making plans for ages to go to a show with her friends in a nearby town. Tickets for the show were like gold dust and I remember how excited she was to have bought some for her and a couple of friends. She was getting ready to drive to the station to catch the last train when she told me her car wouldn't start. There was no time to call a cab and she begged me to take her in mine.

Once again I told her what my price was, but this time I wasn't smiling. At first Mum didn't realise that I was serious and told me to stop messing about and get my car keys. But when I said that the keys were staying in my pocket until she agreed to pay me what I wanted, the atmosphere changed. At first Mum said that it was out of the question, but as the minutes ticked by and her chances of making the train became slimmer, I heard her say that she'd do it. I tried to keep the sense of triumph out of my voice as I told Mum I wanted to take another 36 shots of her wearing just some sexy bra and panties, hold ups and high heels. Mum was serious and sullen but said that she'd agree to 20 photos. I replied that that would be ok providing one of them was topless. She went quiet for a moment, so I reminded her that if she was going to make the train we had to leave soon. At that point I knew that she'd agree but that things between us had changed forever. Mum reluctantly promised that tomorrow I could take my photos. I knew she was too nice to break that promise so I rushed her to the station and put her on the train.

That night I could hardly sleep. I pulled myself off a couple of times just thinking about tomorrow. I must have drifted off because next thing I knew it was daylight. When I got downstairs Mum was alone sitting on the couch. She looked up at me and suggested we get it over with right away. I told her I wanted to take the shots in my bedroom and that I'd wait there for her. I followed Mum upstairs and we both went into our own rooms. I took the time to get the camera ready and made my bed. I could feel my heart thumping with anticipation at what was about to happen. After a couple of minutes I heard a knock at my door. I shouted for Mum to come in. Slowly the door opened and she came in wearing a full length satin robe. She asked what I wanted her to do. I replied that I'd start with a couple of standing shots. Tentatively, Mum undid the cord of her robe. My mouth was dry and I made no effort this time to hide my arousal. She turned away from me as she let the robe slip from her shoulders. I ordered her to turn around. She did so but her gaze was on the floor. She was wearing a white, lacy bra and matching thong panties. My eyes went down her long legs, covered in fine, tan coloured hold-ups to her feet. Her toenails were painted their usual red and she had put on the red sandals I had given her last month. I'll never forget that first excitement at being alone with my Mum in my bedroom and her wearing nothing but flimsy underwear.

I knew she'd do any pose I wanted just so as to get it over with quickly. I took a variety of shots including some of Mum lying down on the bed taken from above. At first she refused to look at the camera, but eventually agreed to give me sexy, smouldering looks and to pout her lovely red lips. There were three shots left to take. Mum was counting. I told her to sensually slip off both straps of her bra and sit on the bed. She looked terrific. For the penultimate photo, I asked her to undo her bra and to cup her breasts as though trying to keep them from falling out. Then came the last one. I told Mum to let the bra slip to the floor and to arch her back as much as possible. I licked my dry lips as she let go of the thin material. At last I saw her full golden orbs in all their tanned glory. Her nipples were surrounded by lovely dark circles and her skin was tight and gleaming. I must have been staring for a long time because she had to prompt me to take the last shot. As soon as I'd finished, Mum was fully robed and standing up. As she brushed past me I heard her say. ' I hope you're proud of yourself' I didn't know about that because lust makes you do funny things.

I now had everything I needed to enter the fourth and final stage of my seduction plan. I admit it took me some days to summon up the courage for this most dangerous part, but again my cravings got the better of me. I called downstairs and asked Mum to come to my room. She came in and asked what I wanted. They were the first words she'd spoken to me since that day she posed in her undies. I showed Mum the topless photo of her on my computer screen. She commented that she hoped I'd enjoyed pulling myself off to it. I didn't jump to the bait and just clicked on the mouse button. The image of Mum on the screen was now replaced by a list of e-mail addresses. Mum studied them. She should have recognised those of her friends. But she could be forgiven for not knowing those of her doctor, her dentist, her boss at work, the old guy next door who is always peering at her when she sunbathes and finally Uncle Bob, who's always had the eye for her.

Mum still hadn't caught on, so I asked her what she thought might happen if all of these people were to somehow be sent the topless photo of her. The penny finally dropped. 'What do you want?' she asked me. 'Well Mum as you said, your photos are good for jerking off. But I'm afraid that these days I'm tired of using my own hand' There, I'd said it. Now, what would be her reaction. Would she think I was bluffing? What good would it do me anyway to ruin her life if she did say no? Well, I must be some good poker player because she looked up at me after staying silent for a minute and said: ' I'll let you have me just once and then you let me delete those photos for good'. 'When?' I asked. 'Not today', Mum began. 'The others will be back soon. Tomorrow morning. Not in my room. Here'.

You can imagine that the wait in between was the longest time ever. Next morning, I jumped in the shower early. I shaved my dick and balls so that there wasn't a hair left. I went back to bed and waited. The temptation to masturbate was enormous. My tool had been rock hard since I got up. But I knew that to pull myself now would spoil it. So I kept my hands away from my groin and just waited more. I heard the others say goodbye to Mum before leaving and, at 10 o'clock, I knew it was just me and her alone in the house. I could even hear my heart pounding as Mum's footsteps came up the stairs. I expected her to walk right in but she went to the bathroom instead. I heard the shower go on and then a few minutes later Mum entered her bedroom. I wondered how long she would keep me waiting and whether I could keep my hands from myself for long enough.

At last, a quarter of an hour later I heard Mum's bedroom door open. I heard the click of high heels on the wooden floor suddenly stop outside my door. This was it, the moment I had been planning for months . I sat up in my bed with a lump in my throat and butterflies in my stomach. Slowly I watched my bedroom door open. The first thing I saw was Mum's right foot encased in that sexy, red sandal. Almost in slow motion, a bare, golden thigh followed. Then Mum was completely in my room and closing the door behind her. I looked her up and down as she stood still at the side of my bed. Her lips were the same inviting shade of red as her shoes. The only other thing she wore was a sexy white teddy.

'Aren't you going to let me in?' she asked. I recovered my senses and pulled back the single sheet that had been covering me. I saw Mum glance at my hardon as she sat on the bed . I let my hand wander up to her shoulder. Her skin was smooth like velvet to my touch. I knelt on the bed with my weapon prodding into her back. I let my lips brush along the length of her slim neck and as I did so my hands went around to the front of her waist. Feverishly now, I untied the four little bows that held the front of Mum's teddy together. At last, the garment parted. I slid it from her shoulders and told her to stand up so that it would come off completely. Mum obeyed and the stood with her back to me absolutely naked.

I pulled her down to the bed. As she lay full stretch, I let my hands touch her breasts for the first time. They were full and firm as I squeezed them hard. Mum just looked up at the ceiling as I bent my head to suck and bite on her nipples. As I licked and chewed they became harder and I wondered whether, even against her wishes, Mum was becoming aroused. I sat up and knelt at he end of the bed at Mum's feet. I got hold of the ankle strap of her right shoe and used it to pull her foot up to my face. I let my tongue dive in and out of the gaps between her toes and then move along the side of her foot to her heel. I felt something touch my dick, and when I looked down I saw that Mum was brushing the high heel of her other shoe along my shaft. Seeing that almost made me cream there and then, which I certainly did not want to do.

To calm myself down a bit I started to lick my way slowly up Mum's lovely long legs. When I got to her knees, I parted them and began to move up the inner part of her thigh towards her love box. I could see the trail of moisture that my saliva had left glistening on her tanned skin. At last, the tip of my nose made contact with her pussy lips, she smelt like honey. Also, I wasn't the only one who had shaved that morning. Mum was completely bare. I put my hands at the back of her legs and lifted them up so that her knees almost touched her tits. As my tongue first brushed against Mum's swollen lips, out of the corner of my eye I could see her right hand clench the sheet. I used my mouth and tongue to open her up and delve in as far as I could. As I tickled Mum's clit I saw that her pull on the bed sheet became tighter. She made not a sound though, trying very hard not to take any pleasure.

I decided, or rather my dick decided, that now was the time for Mum's meat injection. I positioned myself above her wet, gaping hole. My shaft was so stiff that I didn't need to guide it in with my hands. My arms were fully stretched either side of Mum's shoulders. I watched her face as I entered her for the first time...and probably the last. That first thrust went in all the way to the hilt. Mum turned her head to the right and kept her eyes closed. But I thought if she bit her bottom lip any harder it would start to bleed. I spent the first two of three minutes on long, slow strokes; I didn't want to come too soon. When I thought I was in control I allowed my grinding to speed up. I got up to a pretty good rhythm and looked down at Mum. Her breathing was fast now and she had started to bang the bed with her fists.

This really turned me on and I began to pump her even more quickly. I looked down at my rod as it slipped in and out of Mum. It was wet and sticky and still rock hard. My attention was shifted back to Mum's face when out of the blue she cried: ' Ohhhh God'. At that moment her hands gripped my butt cheeks and she forced me into her as deep as I could go. This unexpected event really got my juices going and I began to feel my balls start to quiver. I guessed I was about ten or twelve strokes away from exploding and my thrusting was now getting faster. When I knew I was close I asked Mum if I could shoot my load down her throat. She asked, rhetorically, if she had a choice. I told her to open wide 'cause I was nearly there.

I pulled out of her pussy and gripped my tool tight around the base of the shaft. I scrambled over Mum's arms and body to put it in her mouth before it was too late. I pulled her head up with one hand and got my dick in between her lips just in time. I felt the warm moistness of Mum's tongue glide over my bulbous knob as she swallowed as fast as I could produce it. It felt like I was streaming it into her for ages. When I'd shaken the very last drop out of myself, I collapsed against the wall behind the bed. What a fuck!. Mum took my now pulsating and increasingly limp dick out of her mouth and slid off the bed. She went over to the computer and clicked the delete button before picking up her teddy and silently leaving the room. As I lay there recovering, I still couldn't believe that it was all over and that my months of planning had worked so well. I hope they work just as well for you, let me know. I knew it would be difficult and strange between us now. I walked over to the computer and confirmed that Mum had deleted the photos. Good job for me I still had a flash drive with all the photos!!
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