He punched in a number and put the phone to his head.
“Yes. Hello FBI? Informer hotline please,” Brendan looked pointedly at his mother.
Susan leapt off the bed and snatched Brendan’s phone from his hand and cancelled the call. She stood there panting, not believing that her own son would treat her this way. It was bad enough that men like Vlad Holstein took advantage of her, but her own son?
“What do you want?” Susan whispered.
“I think you know what I want mommy. I told you what I like,” Brendan reached out and stroked his mother’s pretty face.
A thousand thoughts raced through Susan’s mind as she assessed the god-awful situation she was in. There was no doubt that her son would carry out his threats if she didn’t give him what he wanted and she knew what he wanted, as sickening as that was. Or was it?
Wasn’t this the boy who had suckled her breasts and whose ass she had wiped, washed and powdered? Whose penis she bathed and had become erect whilst doing so; which at the time she had found a little funny. It’s not like she didn’t know every inch of his body. Was it really that bad that he wanted to touch her? She knew his fetishes. She could play on that and use it to her advantage to keep Brendan happy until she figured out how to deal with him.
“I’m not talking off my clothes,” Susan blurted out, surprising both Brendan and herself.
“Err. I don’t want you to mom,” Brendan couldn’t believe that his mother was going to play along.
“Sit on the bed and let’s get this over with,” Susan pointed at her bed with the pink satin coverlet where Brendan liked to lie and smell his mother’s odours while he masturbated into her nylons.
His dream was coming true and he could hardly believe it.
Brendan sat on the bed and his mother went into her ensuite bathroom and returned holding a pair of her pantyhose that she had fished from the laundry basket.
“Well don’t just sit there, pull down your pants,” Susan stood with her hands hips looking at him impatiently.
His mother looked so sexy posed that way. Her stance caused her skirt to ride up a little and he could see the dark bands of her control top pantyhose below the hem.
Brendan pulled down his pants and briefs together and they bunched around his ankles. His cock stood out from his crotch rock hard with a dribble of silvery pre-um dangling for the eye. Susan was surprised at how big her son’s cock was. She hadn’t seen it since he’d entered adulthood and it was quite impressive. She chastised herself for admiring it.
“Ok, I presume this is how you do it,” Susan knelt down before him and draped the leg of the pantyhose over his stout member.
Brendan had to think of drowning kittens to take his mind off what was happening. His beautiful mother was on her knees, putting a pair of her pantyhose over his cock and she was going to wank him off. Her skirt was right up at the top her thighs and he could see her coffee-coloured control-tops with her pink nylon panties over them. He could just make out the shape of her vulva. Her perfume was beguiling and her pretty face was only inches from his cock as she concentrated on smoothing out the leg of the pantyhose over his rampant member.
Her fingers felt velvety as his mother drew the nylon sheath over his cock. It felt sublime: like a thousand butterflies were tickling his penis with their wings. The silky nylon slid along his sensitive flesh, his mother’s fingers caressing his turgid manhood. His eyes went from his mother’s face to the nylon stocking covering his cock, the sheer nylon darkened as precum dribbled from his cock and was absorbed by the stocking.
“That’s lovely mom,” Brendan whispered, his face a picture of rapture.
Susan had never felt so humiliated as she slowly masturbated her son using her own hosiery. At least it kept her fingers off his flesh she thought to herself as she tried unsuccessfully to pull down her skirt with her free hand. She stopped trying. What did it matter? She was suffering the indignity of masturbating her son so why should a little panty peek bother her?
But something wasn’t right. She couldn’t look away from her son’s massive erection. It was impressive and she wondered what it would feel like inside a woman. Inside her. She shook the thought away and looked at Brendan’s face. His face was a picture of bliss. He was looking at her panties and then down at his cock as his mother worked her fingers up and down his hard phallus, the nylon stocking covering it, making it look long and sleek.
It felt so warm and hard and she could feel it pulsing and powerful in her fingers. She traced the veins with a finger from the tip of the glans to the base of his shaft and then she lightly cupped his scrotum wrapped in the pantyhose she was using to masturbate him.
“Oh that’s lovely mom,” Brendan sighed again and met her gaze.
She saw the love in her son’s eyes but she saw the lust there too and she knew that it was wrong. It was all so terribly wrong!
But then why was she feeling a tingling down there in her pussy? Why was she becoming wet? Would Brendan see? Would her vaginal secretions make her panties damp enough for Brendan to see the effect he was having on her?
She justified her actions because her son was blackmailing her and she had no choice but to do as he asked. But that didn’t explain why she was becoming sexually aroused.
She realised that she doing it all wrong. She should get her son off as quickly as possible and get this over with.
Susan gripped her son’s cock tightly and began to whip her hand up and down it, sliding the silky nylon stocking up and down as she did so. Brendan’s eyes closed as he felt a magical sensation that he couldn’t describe as the silky pantyhose caressed his cock, his mother’s fingers sliding up and down on it.
Brendan leaned down and kissed his mother, at first closed mouthed and when she didn’t baulk he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tasted wonderful. Her lipstick smeared on his lips as his tongue explored her mouth. His mother didn’t really respond but she didn’t stop him either. Then suddenly his mother slipped her tongue into his mouth and squeezed his cock, the pantyhose slid over his sensitive frenulum and he cried out into his mother’s sweet mouth as he climaxed.
Susan felt her son’s cock quiver and she couldn’t help but break the kiss and lean in close and look down at her long fingers with her bright-red fingernails caressing her son’s engorged member.
A pearl of semen oozed from the eye of Brendan’s penis and caught in the micromesh of the pantyhose that was shrouding it. Susan couldn’t help but be fascinated by it and she leaned in to take closer to look.
“Oh dear! Gracious me! Oh my goodness!” she squealed as her son’s cock spasmed and a geyser of scalding semen erupted from his cock and burst through the nylon and splattered onto her face.
The next spurt sprayed into her hair, the following gobbet doused her bosom. Impulsively and unconsciously she gripped her son’s cock tighter as an innate reaction to his ejaculation. She was inadvertently milking her son of all of his spunk and Brendan was loving it.
The remaining few spurts of Brendan’s issue fell on her jacket and her blouse, the last one spattered on her skirt.
Brendan was breathless and joyful; he had never felt such pleasure, such release.
Susan had never felt so degraded but why was her pussy itching like it needed to be scratched?
“Ok! That’s enough!” Susan let go of her son’s throbbing penis and pushed herself away from him. She stood up and did her best to wipe her son’s semen off her face.
Brendan looked up at his mother, her face and hair defiled by his semen, his cum spattered on her jacket, blouse and skirt. A rope of the creamy white spunk clung to her thigh, slowly soaking into her pantyhose. Brendan was so excited by the sight of it that he was ready to go again but looking at the storm brewing on his mother’s face he knew better than to push his luck.
He jumped to his feet and pulled up his underpants and jeans. He had difficulty zipping them because his cock was still engorged. His mother didn’t say a word, she stood there silently seething, staring at the floor.
“Thanks mom, that was great,” he patted her shoulder on the way out of her bedroom, the pantyhose she had used to masturbate him hung out of his back pocket like a trophy.
Susan slammed the door closed behind him and locked it. She fell with her back against the door and hiked up her skirt. She rolled her pantyhose and panties down to expose her steaming vulva and slipped two fingers inside her vagina and worked her clitty with her thumb and came almost immediately, tasting her son’s semen on her lips and smelling the musky stench of his seed on her clothing and in her hair.
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