Family Movie Day 2, Mom

Family Movie Day, Grab-Ass with Mom

‘Mom’, is a parallel companion to ‘Family Movie Day’ that can be read on its own.

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18.

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My son Cody was the perfect choice. Our relationship had been changing, evolving for some time. I could see it in the way he looked at me, the longing, and lust in his eyes. He saw me more as an object of desire than his mother. That attraction aroused me, and I was more than willing to exploit it.

I was a mother, and a wife, but what really defined me was my deviant sexual desires. Maybe I had a problem, maybe I was addicted, but I didn’t care because it didn’t seem like a problem. I’d always been that way, for as long as I could remember I was obsessed with dirty sex, it filled my thoughts, consumed my life. In a constant state of arousal, masturbated constantly, if I wasn’t fucking someone, I was fucking something. Not only did I have an insatiable hunger, I also had an appetite for the perverse and the kinky. I guess that’s why the taboo excited me.

Long before my son had ever turned a lustful eye towards me, I’d entertain some dark forbidden fantasies that I kept secret, buried somewhere deep, but when Cody began showing an open sexual interest, those dark fantasies began to surface. And I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a family trait.

Developing deviant tendencies at a very young age, I’d always been a freaky slut. And getting married and having kids didn’t change that. Over the years, Cody’s father, although a good provider, had become a distant, workaholic who’d lost all interest in sex. And truthfully, he never satisfied the pervert in me, and I’d been cheating on him long before we were married.

Although, cheating on my husband had lost its appeal. At first, sneaking around was exciting, addictive even, but it quickly became a pain in the ass. The who, what, when, and where, the logistics of it all could be a lot of work, and half the people I fucked just weren’t worth the hassle.

And even if the person was a half-decent fuck, most of them just didn’t know when it was over, time to let go and quit pestering me.

Plus, there was the risk. I truly didn’t want to ruin my marriage or tear apart my family. I wasn’t looking to replace my husband, I just want to have a little fun and excitement, and hopefully get a good fuck out of it.

The random hookups and the sneaking around had become a big hassle and not worth the risk. So taking a break from the steady stream of random hookups, I decided to keep my activities close to home.

My toys alone had been great, for a while, but there was always something lacking. There was no excitement or risk. That’s when my thoughts turned to someone that was already showing a perverse interest in me, my handsome young, sexually maturing son Cody. And the more I thought about it, and I thought about it a lot, the more I realized that Cody was perfect. Not only was he a handsome boy, with a tight, young lean athletic body, he was also very laid-back, easy-going, and fun-loving, just like me.

There’d be no pressure, no commitments, no drama. We’d just be fooling around, having some fun with each other like we always had, except taking it to a whole new level.

He’d always be my son, and I, his mother, that part of our relationship would never change. We were just going to add a whole new, fun, and exciting dimension to our relationship.

It would be easy and convenient, unlike cheating on my husband that could be a logistic pain in the ass, and often, not worth the risk. Living under the same roof, the risk would be minimal. With just a little caution and creativity, we’d have plenty of opportunities to fuck-around as much as we wanted.

The only drawback was his youth and inexperience. Oh, and the fact that he was my son, but none of that bothered me. I’d make sure he got lots of experience.

And, him being my son, well…

I didn’t care. I felt that mothers and sons have a unique, special kind of bond, one that could, and often did become sexual and that when the time was right, it was okay for a mother to develop a close physical relationship with her son. It was something that came naturally and happened all the time, most people just won’t admit it.

I saw nothing wrong with having a little sexy fun with my son. If Cody was willing, and I was pretty sure he was, judging by the way the boy looked at me, and the fact that he couldn’t keep his hands off of me, I knew that he was every bit as willing as I was.

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Laying the ground work for things to come, I’d been making suggestive comments, teasing, and flirting with Cody for quite awhile when one day I decided to take things a little further. In the mood to get Cody’s interest piqued and amuse myself up in the process, I slipped into a simple but sexy tight, tank-top dress, no bra or panties, just the form-fitting jersey dress over my naked body. Just strutting around nearly naked in the slutty dress turned me on.

Finding Cody in the living room playing his video game, I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips.

“I found this old dress in my drawer. I haven’t worn it in a long time. How does it look? Do you think I can still wear it?” I asked.

He immediately paused his game, put down the controller, and stared at me with his mouth hanging open. My large erect nipples were standing at attention, and I had my feet wide apart causing the dress to creep up my thighs nearly showing off my hairless pussy. He started at me like he was about to pounce. I loved his reaction, it aroused and encouraged me.

Shifting, I turned to the side so he could look at my big tits and ass from another angle, “hmmm, what you think? Is it too tight?” I asked, smoothing the dress over my ass.

“It looks good!” He said, looking me up and down.

He then did something I didn’t expect, he stood and approached me, never lifting his eyes from my big nipples straining against the fabric. Without a word, the boy stood in front of me, at eye level with my tits, mouth hanging open, staring hungrily.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He seemed to be in a trance.

“Yeah.” He said nodding without looking up. He then put his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly, pressing his head lovingly to my tits.

Holding his head, I could feel his warm breath on my breast. His hands moved caressingly from my waist, down my hips, and then up my sides to the sides of my breast. I didn’t try to stop him. I liked it. I wanted him to explore. I then felt his hard bone pressing against my thigh, and my heart leaped. My boy had a hard-on!

I wanted to tease him, but that was far more of a reaction than I expected.

I let him hold me, gently caressing the sides of my breast. I then lean back, looked down at him, and said, “I guess this means you like the dress.”

Looking into my deep cleavage, he smiled and nodded, then slid his hands down my sides to my thighs, where he began to lift my dress. I let him get it up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and hairless pussy before the caution alarms went off in my head.

“Whoa! That’s far enough Big Boy… for now, ” I said calmly, pushing my dress back down. “We’re not alone. One of your sisters could come walking in any second. I’m glad you like the dress though. I’ll wear it again someday, just for you, and we’ll see what happens.”

Before leaving, I gave him a warm parting hug, making sure to press my thigh against his hard cock.

After gently getting him to release, I looked down at the big bulge I’d given him, and my pussy instantly flooded. As well as my son, I’d gotten myself pretty worked up so I retreated to my bedroom where I fucked and sucked a bunch of my toys, imagining that it was my son’s cock in my mouth and hammering my pussy.

I was pleasantly surprised by his reaction and how bold he was. Cody seemed more than willing, and without hesitation to fooling around with his mother (family trait I guess) but he was young, and I didn’t want to move too fast.

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After that, I began wearing slutty revealing clothes around my son all the time just to see his reaction, and to see that big bulge that would form in his pants, it got me horny and gave me crazy ideas.

I would do it all the time, wear some slutty outfit, ask him how it looked, and then tease him just for fun.

“Does my ass look big in these shorts?” I asked him wear a tiny pair of yoga shorts.

“I think they look great!”

“Thank you baby! But my ass? Are you sure? My ass? Take a good long look.” I teased.

“Yes, it looks good.”

“Really? My ass? Are you sure? These shorts are really tight and up in my butt crack! Are you getting a good look? Are you sure my ass looks okay?”

“YES! Your ass looks fucking awesome! Are you fucking with me?”

“Yes, of course I am! And you love it!” I said and we both laugh.

“How bout my pussy? These shorts are really tight in the crotch and they’re creeping up into my pussy! My pussy doesn’t look too big, does it? Look real close. Tell me what you think!”

At that point, Cody was speechless, staring at my pussy in the skintight yoga shorts that showed off my meaty pussy.

“How bout my tits?” I asked with a devious grin. “How do they look? Can you see my big pocky nipples? Look real close!”

For weeks I teased and taunted my young impressionable son. He played along willingly, but was also becoming more assertive and aggressive, which I happily welcomed and encouraged.

Truth was, I’d been having this deviant fantasy where I cruelly tease my son to the point where he becomes so engaged that he brutally rapes me.

I had issues.

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Early on, that sexual aggression was expressed in a childish game of roughhousing. Cody would sneak up from behind and surprise me by grabbing my ass. Of course, I had to pay him back for startling me, and making me scream. So I’d chase after him, tits bouncing, ass jiggling, trying to grab his tight ass, and we’d end-up in a clinch grabbing each others, which was really just an excuse to put our hands on each other.

Our games of grab-ass quickly escalated to include other sensitive, parts of the body. It was something that I instigated.

One day while wearing a particularly tight thin teeshirt with no bra, nipples sticking out fully erect, I snuck-up on Cody and gave him a stinging ‘titty-twister’.

Cringing, holding his hand over his smarting titty with his mouth hanging open in surprise, Cody stared at my thinly shielded, very prominent nipples in a teeshirt so thin that the dark-pink circles of my large erect nipples could be seen through the fabric. I had provided him two easy targets on my chest.

Standing in a ready-for-action stance, I egged him on with an evil grinning, daring him to retaliate. “Wha? You didn’t like that! Whatta you gonna do about it!” I said with a smirk.

I wasn’t surprised when Cody lunged and snatched a handful of my stuff erect nipple. But instead of twisting and quickly releasing and running away, he held on tightly and pulled, with wonder in his eyes at having his mother’s big nipple in his grasp.

Groaning, I allowed my son to squeeze, twist, and pull on my nipple, letting him, give-better-than-he-got before, I countered by grabbing his crotch. And as I squeezed his balls, just hard enough to let him know that he’d been outmaneuvered, I felt the stiffness of his cock.

Realizing that he was losing the battle, Cody spun away, both of us laughing.

Of course, I knew that by going for my son’s crotch, I was inviting an attack on my crotch.

That day, in addition to the trashy teeshirt I’d worn, I also wore a pair of white leggings that left little to the imagination.