A mother’s confession (part 7)

I was hiding downstairs when my son came home. I was prepared, I was indeed.

…The following morning was tense. We both slept in late. I could feel his eyes as I prepared his breakfast.
Michael was going to meet his friends who enjoy bowling on Sundays. He tried to cancel but I forced him to go. I assured him that I wasn’t going anywhere. He blushed and agreed to go.
After he left, I began planning my next step forward. I thought of the ‘blacklight’ he received for Xmas. My white lingerie would certainly glow. ‘The windowless room downstairs would be perfect’, I said to myself.
A few minutes later, I picked up my phone and sent him a text message. (‘Thinking of you’) is all I sent. He texted back (‘thinking about you too mom!’), he sent back to me.
I did test that blacklight with my white lingerie before he arrived. Did I really have the courage to act on it, was another question. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. The blindfold I have, would be ideal for positioning him without him seeing my attire. I couldn’t shake the idea of performing a burlesque show for his entertainment. My pace was certainly being compromised. I put the idea on hold, for now.
I began wearing my bathrobe while preparing his breakfasts. I also began giving him some ‘not-so-motherly’ kisses before he left for school. He left the house with a smile on his face. Yet I knew he wanted more.
I was aware that Michael was eager to take another step forward as well. His subtle hints didn’t fall upon deaf ears. One afternoon he approached me so cautiously. In a roundabout way, he asked me, ‘how far are you willing to go?’ I blushed immediately. I smiled and tilted my head, ‘how far would you like to go?’
How do I describe his reaction? His mind was racing, but his mouth was not, he was speechless. He looked me up and down with such astonishment in his eyes.
Michael wasn’t old enough to attend a strip club, yet one was coming to him, and soon.
Over the next few days, I began orchestrating the perfect plan. I pre-staged it too, music and all. I put my dance classes to work. I even planned to include a few signature moves from the ‘Rockettes.’
The vibrant glow of my white lingerie was striking.
I quickly returned his blacklight to his room, before he came home. About two weeks later I had the day to myself. It was a Thursday. 1) – I took the blacklight downstairs and strategically placed it in the room. 2) – I placed the blindfold on his bed. 3) – I pre-selected the music and had it on standby. 4) – place one chair in the center of the room. 5) – Build a nest of pillows in the far corner of the room. 6) – Breathe*
The first thing I had to do was to text Michael. (‘Hello sweetheart’) – I sent to him. A few minutes later he texted me back – (Hello mother w/smiley icon). (Please read the note I left on the fridge when you get home) – I texted. (okay) – he texted. Michael was in for a treat.
I was downstairs hiding in the laundry room when I heard him enter the house. I was shaking with anticipation. I knew exactly how long it would take him to reach the first note on the refrigerator. It read; (go to your bedroom, you’ll find another note on your bed). I could hear his footsteps from below as he traveled to his bedroom.
Next to the blindfold on his bed was a note that read; (take this blindfold with you and come downstairs to the laundry room).
A few seconds later, I heard him coming down the stairs. I was quivering. I was in the laundry room and the door was locked. I posted another note on the outside of the laundry door. It read; (go into the dungeon (we call it) and you’ll find another note on the chair). I heard the adjacent door open. On the chair is a note that read; (put your blindfold on and remain seated).
I waited for the appropriate amount of time, then I quietly exited the laundry room. Incredible feeling.
When I opened the dungeon door, there he was. Seeing that his blindfold was on and secure, I stepped inside the room, wearing white lingerie. The first thing I did was I crept forward and wrapped a white stocking around his neck like a tie, so I could find him in the dark. His chest was rising, he was so puzzled. The scent of my perfume rolled over him like a mist of desire.
Then I reached for the light switch,… and turned off the light. The stage was set. I must have waited for three minutes before I spoke. It was so riveting. ‘Take off your blindfold’ ,… he heard in the void of darkness. I stood motionless. I didn’t speak for another two minutes. The tension was incredible. He couldn’t see me, I couldn’t see him.
I reached down for the remote I slid in my stocking, and I started the music. That smooth sultry sound instantly stirred him, I’m sure of it. The kind of music that sends a signal indeed.
My entrance was coming up in about forty-five seconds. I wanted to make a big splash. In the darkness, I positioned my body in a quintessential ‘Rockette’ pose. One leg was pointed, and forward. I popped my chest out and placed my hands on my hips. I held the switch to the blacklight in my hand. I waited for my cue, then I hit the switch!
Out of the darkness, there I stood, glowing white, and dressed to kill. It was a stunning entrance. Michael was completely and utterly shocked. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. ‘Ohhhhh myyyyy godddd” I heard in the dark.
I froze in position allowing him to absorb the view before him. His audibles were captivating. At first, I was afraid to move. I couldn’t believe I possessed this level of courage. I slowly shifted into another position, and again, froze in place.
Now I was standing on one leg, the other leg was bent and showcased for his viewing pleasure. Michael was tripping. I suddenly realized the advantage I had in the dark. The fact that he couldn’t see my face allowed me to perform without hesitation. It was so liberating.
I didn’t walk, I strutted back and forth in front of him, maybe 6 feet away. Each step I took was garnished with sensuality. Like a shark, I began to encircle my prey.
‘Omg, omg’,… I heard him say as I strutted behind him, grazing his neck with my fingertips. I continued to stalk him. At one point, I stood so close, I pressed my thigh against his cheek. To be honest, I was equally captivated. The audacity!
The following song was more suitable for a strip-club, so I altered my performance as well. That’s when things became very intense. I stood just a few inches away as I began rolling my hips like a stripper. I didn’t hold back either. I tormented my son with suggestive gestures as he rattled in his seat.
He could see my hands roaming my glowing presence, touching my thighs, squeezing my breasts. I actually stood just inches away from him, my glowing thong was now in his face. I could feel his hot breath warming my pussy.
There I was, taunting the tiger as he’s ready to pounce. I began rubbing my legs allll over him. I felt his hands gasping my flesh.
I had a huge desire to at least feel his erection. I danced my way around and stood behind him. When I lowered down my hair engulfed him like a gentle waterfall. I placed my hands on his chest and whispered things into his ear. His body rattled like a dieseling car.
I grabbed his hair with an aggressive clutch and planted a kiss on his lips. I slid my hand further south, what I discovered,… startled my mind. Under my hand was a throbbing muscle, stiff as a rock, and very big.
I filled his ears with desperate sighs as I fondled his pounding cock. He squirmed in the chair gasping away, as I canvassed his neck with gentle kisses. ‘Michaellll’ I whispered. ‘Oh my’ I said, as I gave it a firm squeeze. ‘You’re hard as a rock.’
His body shivered, so did mine. When I slid my hand under his shorts, I was shocked at what I found. He wasn’t my little boy anymore. His girth was incredible. He is larger than his father. I tried not to pant as I held it in my hand, yet I failed to control of my emotions.
Michael was melting.
‘Come with me’, I whispered into his ear. When he rose from the chair, I walked him over to the nest of pillows I created in the corner of the room. I lowered down too and sat nearby.
The first thing I removed was my white bra, then I tossed it to the side. Ever so seductively, I began removing my stockings.
In essence, I was disappearing into the darkness myself, by removing my glowing apparel.
When I crawled into the nest, it was the first time our naked bodies merged as one. Michael yelped with joy as I entangled my legs with his. Invisible hands were grabbing flesh. A frenzy ensued, once again.
Feeling his youthful body against mine was beyond imagination. He was blanketing my body with kisses. I couldn’t deny him. Instead, I surrendered myself.
I could tell that Michael was beginning to navigate south. When Michael felt my thighs part, he slid down even further.
He was squealing with excitement. I was shivering with anticipation. I tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen. I felt his hot breath steaming my smooth-shaven surprise. I expected some hesitation, I was wrong.
Michael immediately engulfed my pussy. I jumped. ‘Jesus Michael’,….ohhhh Michael’ I added.
Michael attacked his mothers’ pussy. ‘Michael is devouring your pussy’ I said to myself. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. His hands were firmly attached to my thighs, pulling me even closer.
‘Jesus Michael’, I yelped out loud. I gripped a nearby pillow so tight, my nails tore a hole in it. His tongue was thrashing me big time. I came all over his face within seconds. It came out of nowhere.
Michael absorbed my orgasmic cries. There I was, laying in the dark while my son enjoyed his first taste of pussy.
My role as his mother, suddenly changed. I was now his surrogate lover. He was basking in my cooperative response.
There was no guilt, no shame. I was determined to bring him out of the darkness, and into the light.
I wanted Michael to understand that his search for pleasure, could be found at home. I attempted to pursue him too, but I couldn’t pry him from his present position. He wouldn’t budge. That sent a shiver up my spine and hit my brain like a dose of adrenaline.
I rocked my hips from side to side, feeding my son a wonderful treat. His tender face was brilliantly smooth, his fluttering tongue, was learning the trade.
I pictured others watching too, their stunned expressions, their gasping sighs.
Before you lie a mother and son, engaged in an act of forbidden pleasure.
‘Opportunity’ is hard to resist…. to be continued….

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