Misc. Erotica Sinful Seduction

I felt naked, even though I still wore panties, my heart racing and body desperate to be touched. When Mark’s eyes fell on the panties, and he saw they were the same ones from earlier, his eyes opened even wider, and he looked up at me. My smile lit a twin on his face, and I nodded down to his massive erection.

“Stroke it for me,” I breathed, cupping one big tit and sinking my fingers into the soft flesh as I gripped it, knees pressed together as the pleasure radiated out from my breast.

Mark was shocked but wasted no time. He wrapped a hand around his cock, and I saw in surprise that the fingers and thumbs barely met when they closed around it. My eyes locked on his hand and the throbbing purple head of his cock. While his were riveted to my body and the large nipple I was rolling between two fingers.

His hand flew up and down the long shaft, and I saw his balls pull up after just moments. I thanked the heavens his orgasm was so quick in coming because I don’t know how long I could have stood there and not jumped on the thing, wrongness be damned.

“Oh god,” Mark moaned, trembling as the orgasm hit him, his mouth opened wide he stretched his legs out, one hand gripping the cushion as the first spurt of pearlescent cum shot forth to land on his chest. Again, and again, long thick streams of cum spewed forth, it never seemed to end, covering my son's stomach.

The shockwave of a small orgasm rocked me, and I felt my knees tremble. Just the sight of all that cum shooting forth, the thrill of being an object of lust and the wrongness of the situation led my pussy to cum without contact.

“Mmmhmmmph!” I moaned, and Mark stared at me in awe.

In the wake of my orgasm, the reality of the situation crashed home, and I turned and fled upstairs. Holding my massive breast to keep them from shaking too much, I wondered what in the hell had come over me. I shut and locked my door, turning off the light and crawled into bed. There I lay, heart racing and chest heaving.

The scene from earlier kept playing out in my head over and over again until I slipped a hand between my legs. My mind’s eye filled with the confident and passionate face of my son, not to mention the gift between his legs, I came with an intensity that shocked me.

After that, I was so exhausted I fell right asleep, and had one of the most restful nights in a long time. I woke to the sound of bird song and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Sitting up, feeling unaccountably wonderful, the night before came crashing down on me, and the smile slipped from my lips.

I was just starting to freak out that I’d ruined everything with Mark when there was a light knock at my door. Pulling on my robe quickly, I called out for him to come in. Mark entered with the breakfast tray, laden down with a plate of pancakes, bacon, and a large mug of coffee with cream, just how I like it.

“What’s all this?” I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth, “breakfast in bed?”

“Consider it a belated birthday present,” Mark said with a crooked grin. I looked but didn’t see a blush or even much awkwardness from him. In truth, I felt more awkward than he seemed.

“Thank you,” I said, “it looks delicious.”

“I’m heading over to my friends to work on that project for a few hours,” he paused at the door before stepping out. “Do you want me to pick up anything from the store while I’m out?”

“No,” I said, a little surprised by the offer, “we’re good.”

He lingered there for a second, and we shared a moment. Words unspoken passing between us in that glance. Then he was gone, and I was left feeling a little emptier than I had been. Turning on the TV, I watched the Sunday morning news programs while eating my breakfast.

The bacon was extra crispy, and the pancakes a bit overdone, but the coffee was perfect, and the gesture meant more to me than anything else. When he’d been in middle school, Mark had often brought me and his dad breakfast in bed on weekends. His dad never stayed to eat, often having a tee time to make, so it became something of a tradition for the two of us for a year or so. Then one weekend, he’d suddenly stopped, and things had become awkward between us.

Mark was too precious to me and, surprisingly, only growing more so over the past few days. I feared doing something that might ruin that closeness again and chafing against The Director's next instructions even before they were delivered.

It was early afternoon when I was out for a walk around the neighborhood when the next instructions came in. I read them and felt a touch of anger spark off, as for the first time, I sensed they were the wrong approach.

Instructions: Invite a man over, flirt with him, make Mark jealous

What is the purpose of this? I text back. Half surprised that it went through, up until then, I’d been nervous about pushing back on instructions or responding to them.

I believe you understand where this is heading. If you wish to back out, now is the time.

I don’t wish to back out, the moment I wrote it I realized it was true, sitting there for a few seconds with the thought I let it sink in before finishing the message, I will not play the jealousy game, it’s cruel, ineffective and Mark doesn’t deserve that.

I am happy to see you willing to take ownership. I will leave it to you but reserve the right to send suggestions. There will also be Bonus Instructions now and then, to facilitate better user experience.

I can live with that. I typed back, breathing easier now.

The contract will be deemed complete once you two have done the deed. However, if you wish to enact the doubling clause, that is up to you.

Doubling clause? This was the first time I heard about it.

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Frowning in annoyance, I was about to write back for an explanation, but then an email showed up from The Director. Attached was a single document that stated quite clearly: ‘Once the bonding is complete and mother and son have experienced the ultimate bliss and closeness possible, the Talent will be given the option of involving her Point of Contact, to complete the fantasy scenario for the son and our viewers. If Talent agrees, all payouts will be doubled.’

I was set to make several million dollars from this illicit deal already. If I was reading this correctly, they would double all of my earning if I had a threesome with Alice and my son. It was just too much to handle right then, especially on top of everything else swirling in my head, so I deleted the email and put it out of my mind.

Pulling on the Versace suit again, I headed out to the pool to let a cold margarita and the hot sun, clear my head. A notification caused me to open my phone, but it was only a text message from Alice asking if I wanted to lunch with her. I begged off, not feeling like leaving the house, but made her promise to join me for dinner the next night. I was about to set my phone down when I typed out a question, feeling a thrill of taboo pleasure shoot down my spine as I hit send.

Me: Did you enjoy the show last night?

Immediately the three little bubbles popped up on the bottom of the screen, and I grinned, waiting for her response.

Alice: OMFG THAT WAS SO HOT!!!! I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable when I say, Mark has the most beautiful DICK I’ve ever seen! Watching that handsome boy stroke it for his step-mommy… OMFG!!!!

Me: You’re so bad Stay tuned

Alice: I can’t wait.

I set the phone down, but I couldn’t put aside the thoughts, and I brought it back over.

Me: Did you get off to it?

Alice: Are you kidding? I’ve watched it 5 times so far this morning. And him jacking off to you sunbathing a good 7-8.

Me: OMG, you have to show me that video!

There was a long pause before she responded this time, and when she did, it was clear she’d composed it carefully.

Alice: I’m not involved in the storyline, so I can’t now. But I promise to when this is over!

That set my wicked mind thinking, and I got up, feeling like I’d had enough sun and went in to take a shower, responding as I went.

Me: And if you were… involved?

Alice: Don’t tease me Heather!

My mind was already made up on what I wanted. It had been since I’d woken this morning and seen the change in Mark. Knowing it would drive her crazy, I left Alice on read and took my shower, letting the warm waters wash away the salt and sunscreen. When I got out, I grinned to see the message from Alice.

Alice: Heather!

Alice: WTF!!

Alice: You bitch…

Me: We will discuss @ dinner tomorrow

I typed out my response and hit send, feeling more at peace with life and the future than I had in, longer than I could remember. Pulling out my laptop, I spent the rest of the night setting up auto-payments for all the bills I now had to deal with and making sure a large payment went down on the debt. If everything went according to plan, I would be able to pay everything off soon, but I hate to leave anything undone, even for just a few days.​