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A Son Shows his Mother

Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Male / Older Female, Wife, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

excite, tingle, it's silly I know, even unreasonably justified. But he has this effect on me, and I know its grown along with him. I sensed a great awareness or imminence coming from him. I knew he was right behind me, and I expected another loving hug. Instead he said to me. "Mom, hold out your hand behind you please, I have a present for you." "Which one?" I asked him. "Doesn't matter," he said, I heard a drawer opening at my side and I thought, 'Ooooh nice.' I put my right hand, the one nearest and waited. "Now the other mom," he told me. I did as he said, and I felt softness on each wrist, then a kind of zipping click. I looked then, my eyes travelled down and back, and there on my right wrist was a bright pink band. I glimpsed a bit of silvery looking wire hanging from it, and then felt my left wrist move. I looked at that one and my right wrist moved too, and on my left was the same bright pink band. It also had a bit of silvery wire attached to it too. I pulled both of them up, and my arms stayed behind me. And that was when I realised I had been cuffed or something. I couldn't get either wrist up, each time I pulled or moved one, the other went with it. A little frightened now, I said, "Liam, what's going on, what are you doing?" He moved close to me, took me in his arms and told me not to worry, that he loved me, and would die before he ever hurt me. This made me feel a little better but still I was concerned. You can call me naive, stupid, thick, or whatever you ... like but I didn't guess what this was about. Him close to me, his breath on my neck, I was comforted, I trusted him, I believed in him, he was, and is my son, my soul mate. But what he did next focussed my mind a more than just a little, he took each of my breasts in his hands and cupped them. "Liam?" I gasped, surprised by his forwardness, and his boldness. He didn't say anything, but started to unbutton my shirt, I watched in fascinated bemusal, that's all I can say now about it, I never said a word. Soon they were all undone, then Liam simply slid the silky material back over my shoulders, leaving me with only my bra to cover my modesty. Later on I guessed he had planned everything, it all went as smooth as the silk shirt I had on, or nearly didn't by now. He slid the drawer in front of me open and took out my sowing scissors, scissors that were not kept in that drawer. Then with two single snips he cut through the straps over my shoulders. I felt a brief fumble at my back, and he had undone the two hooks holding my bra together. I watched it drop off me and down to land on the counter in front of me. Now realisation dawned on me, I had been kind of captured, I think? by my son. My arms were restrained behind me. And before I really even had a chance to say BOO! he had half undressed me. He was pressing up against me, body tight up, and I had my hips against the counter top, and nowhere to go. Yet somehow I was feeling excited, what game was he playing? I was also scared out ...