Misc. Erotica Sinful Seduction

It was seven o’clock, and everything was set up when I called Mark down. He took a few extra minutes, and when he finally emerged from the stairs, his face was still green, and his shoulder hunched over.

“I got takeout from Giuseppe’s,” I pointed to the table where the to-go containers were laid out with plates and silverware. “They had eggplant parmesan on special, I remember that was your favorite.”

“I haven’t had their eggplant parm in years,” he said with a surprised grin, heading over to fill a plate, “Thank, Mom.”

His voice hitched on the ‘mom’ ever so slightly, but I pretended not to notice. Sitting on the couch with my plate of food and a large glass of red wine, I turned on the DVD I’d set up. The first episode of the show flickered on, and I saw Mark pause before carrying his plate up to his room.

“What's that?” He asked in curiosity.

“Just an old show,” I said off-handedly, stifling my grin of triumph, “It used to be my favorite show until they canceled it. It’s called Firefly.”

“I’ve heard of it,” Mark said, eyes glued to the screen as the ship sailed across the star-filled background of space, “It’s supposed to be a classic.”

“It is,” I said, “The guy who wrote and directed this, made the first Avenger movie.”

“Joss Whedon did this? Really?” He seemed impressed with my knowledge as he signed in pleasure, digging into the food.

We ate and watched the shows pilot episode, which was nearly movie length and had a thrilling ending. I drank two glasses of wine while the show played, careful not to get drunk but still needing the liquid courage to carry out the rest of my plan. As the show neared its ending, I grew more and more nervous until finally, my heart was hammering in my chest, and I was sure I’d chicken out.

“That was great!” Mark said when it ended, “are there more?”

“Only eleven or twelve more episodes,” I said distracted, “but there’s a movie too.”

“Are you ok, Mom?” Mark asked in concern, as he looked at me. When I turned to him on the couch and settled a firm gaze on him, he swallowed audibly.

“Mark, we need to talk about what I found earlier.”

“Oh,” he said, “That’s what this is about.”

“I need you to tell me what you were doing with my… things.” I said, maintaining my calm with difficulty. Mark misinterpreted my restraint as anger and flinched at my words.

“I’m sorry,” he said miserably, “it won’t happen again.”

“Mark,” I said, reaching out and resting a gentle hand on his forearm, “Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Please don’t make me,” he said, face drawing as if he was in pain.

“Mark,” I said eschewing the stern tone of voice that always got him to respond without even realizing it for the soft and seductive tones I use when I’m prying into a man’s defenses, “I think I can imagine what a young man would get up to with a pair of panties. But why would you want an ugly old woman’s like mine?”

“You’re not ugly or old,” he said. I was surprised at the intensity in his voice, and the burning desire in his eyes, the force of it caused me to shift back in the corner of the couch, my heart racing. When he spoke, the words tumbled out of him, “You’re the most gorgeous and amazing woman I’ve ever known, probably in the world. Dad treated you like shit, but I would give you the world. I know it’s wrong, and I tried so hard to ignore the feelings, but I’m obsessed with you, Mom. I can’t stop thinking about you every minute of every day. It’s gotten so bad I can’t even flirt with other girls, none of them measure up to the wonder that is you.”

His words cut off with a click of teeth as he forced himself to silence. A faint fear clouded his face as he worried, he’d admitted too much but faded quickly, replaced by resolve. The words had an odd effect on me. Instead of thinking they were sweet or cute words of affection from my young stepson, I found myself reassessing him.

The young man talking to me now barely resembled the awkward, shy teen I’d seen grow up and come to know. He’d shed the shame for a moment and sat accepting the consequences of his words like a man. I found myself touched with pride for a second, and it mingled with the warm feelings his words had elicited. Nodding slowly, I took a long sip of my wine and then turned back to regard him.

“That is certainly a surprising confession,” I said, my voice a touch breathless as I licked my lips, and came to a decision, “but I must say it’s flattering to hear, if a bit… unconventional.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, still maintaining eye contact, “I know this might make things awkward between us. I didn’t want that, but you insisted… and I had to tell you the truth.”

“Do you feel better now?” I asked, this new attitude of his intriguing me.

“I do,” he said, sounding slightly surprised, “Heh, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it feels like a great weight is lifted from my shoulders.”

“And your… obsession?” I asked, swirling my glass and taking a final sip before setting it aside and drawing a leg up beneath me, “Is there any way we can make you feel better about that too?”

My cheeks heated from more than just the flush of wine, and Mark held my eyes for one long second, not daring to hope, before dropping them and shaking his head.

“Just forget I said anything,” he said, “I’m glad I confessed, but I’m sorry if I made things awkward for you.”

“I can’t forget it now,” I said, letting a bit of heat enter my voice and causing him to lift his head, eyes locked on mine and tight with a questioning frown.

Dear God, I’m really going to do this! I should have been thinking about the money I would earn from the ‘Bonus Instruction’, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to be seen. How much I wanted him to see me. How much I wanted to see that beast even now twitching in his pants. Licking my lips, I stood suddenly and took in a deep breath. Marks’ eyes widened as the breath did incredible things to my cleavage, and he reached down, adjusting himself.

“What do you have there?” I asked, eyes locked on his hand.

“Nothing,” he said, shifting quickly, “What-.”

“Hush,” I said softly, “Perhaps it’s the wine. Perhaps I just love an honest man. But just this once… just for tonight… I’ll let you watch.”

I sounded far more confident than I felt as I moved around the living room and turned off the lights, leaving one on but dimming it to a warm softness. Mark sat frozen on the couch, hands gripping his thighs and jaw hanging open as he stared at me.

“Well?” I asked, feeling a touch unsure, “Will that help you?”

“Yes,” he said with a slow smile, the disbelief fading to open desire, “You’re really serious? You’re going to let me look at you while I…?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

I half expected the boy to stammer and stutter, but he remained cool and collected, easing down in the couch slowly, and letting his eyes travel the length of my body in open regard as I turned on the speaker and let the soft music play in the background, guiding my movements. Turning back to face Mark, I felt more relaxed than I imagined I would.

Our eyes met, and I saw a depth of desire and emotion in those gorgeous green eyes that set my heart fluttering. He was so handsome, and in this moment, remarkably, looked so at ease. It was a powerful turn-on to be standing before him, his eyes on me. Reaching up to pull my top over my head, I shook out my hair, feeling free and glorious.

Mark’s eyes locked on the lacy white bra covering my massive breasts, and my nipples grew hard as I saw the tent forming in his pants. He reached down and adjusted himself as I pulled down the zipper of my skirt, pushing it down my hips slowly.

“Jesus,” he breathed, pressing himself back in the couch, “you are so gorgeous, Mom… I can’t believe it… fuck you’re shaved.”

I let out a stifled gasp when he noticed and felt my cheeks burn crimson. Closing my eyes, I was surprised as the embarrassment burned into desire, my panties growing damp. Pressing my thighs together, I prayed he didn’t notice my arousal.

“Are you going to… take it out?” I asked him, wanting desperately to cause him to stop staring at my panty covered pussy and its growing wet spot, and needing to see the beast hidden within his pants.

He looked up in shock, a stupefied grin as he shook his head slightly in disbelief, then slowly began to unbutton his pants. I reached back, my motions mirroring his as I unhooked my bra and held the large cups against my breasts. I kept them there, not daring to breathe as he slowly pulled his massive cock free from his pants. The young man’s motions were shy for the first time, hesitating just before they finally released my hungry gaze.

“Oh god, please show it to me,” I begged, clutching my arms tightly against my chest.

“You want to see my… my dick?” Mark asked, surprised and shy at the same time.

I could only nod, not trusting myself to speak, and he smiled, a little disbelieving as he finally drew it forth. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out of my throat as my eyes traveled the length of it, marveling at its girth and smooth beauty.

Letting the music take me with it once more, a slow smile stole its way onto my lips, eyes locked on my son’s gorgeous cock as I turned, teasing him with side boob, as I slowly let my bra fall away. His groan of disappointment turned into a sharp intake of breath when I spun around, revealing their round magnificence to him.​