A Fresh Start for Mother and Son
Tim took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and sat down. The house seemed quieter without his drunken stepfather and a slight smile crossed his face. The funeral had gone well and he’d played his part of the sad eighteen-year-old son losing his father, but now the pretense was over.
He glanced across the room at his still tearful mother. Sandra was thirty-six, tall, ever so slightly overweight but still able to draw admiring glances. He was at a loss to know what mum had ever seen in his stepfather.
Tim broke the silence.
“Mum, stop the pretend crying.”
Sandra gave him a reproachful look.
“Timmy, don’t speak like that, he was your father.”
Tim gave her a sarcastic look in return.
“No mum, he was my stepfather in name only. He’s been your husband for the past two years, drunk for most of that time and you’ll now get a well-deserved rest from the beatings he gave you. I’m not blind. The only good thing he’s ever done is left you enough so that you can retire and never have to work again.”
Sandra let out a long sigh and hung her head.
*
No, thought Tim, not now it’s too soon. Let her get used to being on her own. Don’t mess it up by rushing things. The next week would be busy sorting out the will and property and he would be there to help her and make her become increasingly dependent on him. Keep her vulnerable Tim told himself.
He stood up, walked over to his mother, and gently squeezed her shoulder. “It will get better mum, I promise.”
Sandra looked up with a strained smile and patted his hand.
*
The following week passed in a blaze of activity spending many hours together going through her late husband’s property. Constantly at each other’s side, Sandra didn’t realize they had become so close and took the many hugs and squeezes Tim gave her as a son’s affection.
“We’re a team just you and me, right mum?”
“Yes we are, just you and me” Sandra replied and smiled, not realizing she was being groomed.
*
In the evenings, Tim and Sandra would sit together and usually watch a movie. Tim would often pick which one and make sure they contained romantic scenes of sex, not porn but enough to stimulate her and bring back memories to make her think. It was after one of these movies that he noticed mum was wriggling about a bit and her face was slightly flushed and Tim decided the time was right.
Sitting on the settee Tim put his arm around her shoulder and spoke quietly.
“Mum I want to tell you something.”
Sandra turned her head and looked at him quizzically. “What’s the matter Timmy, yes go on?”
In a firm but quiet voice, Tim continued. “Mum, I’m the man of the house now. No more stepfathers, do you understand? It will be our secret and no one will know, but I’ll be the one fucking you from now on.”
Sandra’s mouth opened with shock and she pulled away from him.
“Tim, I’m your mother don’t speak like that, what are you saying, how …”
Tim interrupted her.
“Listen to me. My bedroom is next to yours, don’t you think I heard what was going on at night? Don’t you know how to close a bedroom door? Would you like to see the videos on my mobile phone that I took of you on your knees sucking his cock before giving him your ass to use? Do you know how many times I’ve cum watching those videos of you and wishing it was me inside you?”
Sandra’s face had turned pale. She tried to stand up, but Tim pulled her back down and put his arm around her waist holding her close to him.
“Oh my God Tim, are you serious? I need time to think, I want …”
“Take as long as you like, but you’re going nowhere until I’ve got your answer,” Tim said again interrupting her.
Sandra’s thoughts were in turmoil. She knew she was being blackmailed and the echo in her head kept repeating, ‘Just you and me, right mum?’ Now she understood.
Do what he says she thought, a couple of times, and no one will know and it will stop him from publishing those videos.
Sandra let out a deep sigh.
“Alright, I agree.”
Tim smiled.
“Cheer up mum it’s not the end of the world. Come on let’s get you to bed.”
*
Although her mind was in a daze, the rest of the evening was a memorable one. He undressed her and licked every part of her body, breathing in her scent and paying special attention between her legs which hadn’t happened to her for a long time.
No more licking the stains in her dirty panties he found in the laundry bag Tim thought. She would now provide him with the sweat and fresh wetness between her legs straight from her delicious source.
His infatuation and sexual fantasies of her, which he described in detail as she knelt and sucked his cock were embarrassing, but also flattering for a middle-aged woman as long as she didn’t dwell on who it was telling her.
*
Now lying naked on her back she looked at Tim kneeling between her open legs slowly stroking his erect cock and looking back at her.
Tim broke the silence.
“There’s just one more thing mum. I’m not pulling out and what’s going to happen is not an accident. You can close your eyes if you’re shy, but I’m going to make you pregnant. You’re going to behave like a wife to me and it’s my cock you’ll suck every night and me you’ll now open your legs for.”
Sandra drew in her breath sharply and suddenly it all fell into place. Tim’s father had run off and left them, the long years as a single mother and his recent stepfather had abused her. Now her son had fallen in love with her and was going to roleplay as her new husband.
She’d come this far already. Sandra sighed inwardly and resigned herself to her fate.
*
Sandra felt the tip of his cock touch the outer lips of her pussy with a look of apprehension on her face.
“Tim, think carefully about what you’re going to do to me,” she said.
She paused for a moment, her face softened, and continued in a quiet voice.
“If it’s what you really want …” The resignation in her voice trailed off into silence.
There was no response and accepting defeat Sandra raised her knees, her hands holding her legs open offering him her pussy. Closing her eyes she let out a quiet moan as his cock entered her and her new husband began to make their first baby.
