Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... second straight day, my shower head and I became very intimate as I continued thinking about the completion of my plan. ********** The next morning, I was dressed in a black skirt, a white blouse and beige thigh high stockings when Michael joined me for breakfast. We chatted casually about school until I stood up and said, "Dammit, I have a run in my stocking." I put my leg on the chair right beside my very captivated son, and slid the stocking down my leg. My son's eyes watched the entire removal. Changing legs, I took off the second stocking complaining, "I don't have any more in this color, so I guess I’m going shopping before my first showing." I kissed my son on the forehead and left the stockings on the chair as bait, leaving him alone as I headed out. I waited five minutes and returned to the house hoping to catch him. As expected, he was pumping away on his big cock, with one of my stockings on his cock. I watched for a minute before walking in from behind and saying, "I forgot my purse, Michael." He quickly pulled up his pants and stammered, "Oh my god, Mom, I am so-so-so sorry." Hiding the growing desire to grab his cock, I replied, flirtation dripping in every syllable I spoke, "Oh honey, it is ok, masturbating is natural, I assume you did it last night. Actually, truth be told, I did it myself last night...twice." "Mom!" he gasped, still frantically fumbling to get his pants on, my stocking still on his cock. "And feel free to keep my stockings if that is your ...

... thing," I offered with a coy smile. "Mom!" he repeated, still humiliated to be caught in the act by his mom. "You have a stocking fetish too?" I asked, with a sexy smile on my face. "You really are just like your father," I said, grabbing my purse and leaving before he had time to respond. I drove away, knowing another seed had been planted. I returned home after lunch, flipped open his computer, went to the Literotica website and opened the story Making Mommy Mine. I left it on that story and returned to work, leaving giving yet one more tease for my son. A long day of showings, including two last minute additions, meant I did not get home till after seven. I came in, slipped out of my heels, went upstairs and knocked on Michael's door. I heard a very nervous voice say, "Come in." I entered and sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed my stocking-clad feet. I wasn't even lying when I said, "My feet are killing me." He was staring at my perfectly manicured feet and red toenails, unable to make eye contact with me. I asked sweetly, "Michael, could you please massage my feet again, like you did yesterday?" "S-s-sure, Mom," he stammered, standing up. "Come to Mommy," I beckoned, my finger calling him over and my tone dripping with sultry seduction. He shyly obeyed. I moved up on his bed to lie on his pillows and ordered, as I patted the bed, "Come join me on the bed." He did, never once making eye contact with me. He sat at the end of his bed and took my right foot in his hands and ...