The leather mother
A fantasy only and did not happy feedback welcome



look back now I feel so dumb, that I did not pick up on the signs earlier. Let me excuse. I am Josie a 44 twelvemonth old divorced female parent who had her son late in life. I had given up so much for my career and was now the pass solicitor in my practice.

My lifetime had just become humdrum, type that no tenacious challenged me and coming home to the Saami old being. A son on his computer a cook meal and some old crap on the tv and a few to many gin and tonics. And back to the Saami the next day.

Sex was none existent as no one at employment concerned me and I never had the hazard to socialise outside of work. I had urges of course, but being tired after oeuvre, and having a teen son in the sign of the zodiac. Well I guess the spaces between masturbation sitting got longer and longer and did not feature in my needs so much.

Now getting back to those signs I was telling you about. Back in the late eighties power fecundation was the norm for women in byplay and at that prison term I wore a lot of leather. Leather skirts and satin blouses with a cut crownwork were my rule attire with sometimes a gracious duet of boots.

My husband at the sentence loved me in these outfits, and so some more risqué, leather outfits were purchased. I never put two and two together and realised that when fashions changed and I no longer wore these outfits for employment or represent that it was at this time husband began to lose interest group in me and found a vernal bimbo to fuck.

The signs I kept missing were that all my leather token were usually kept right at the back of the large closet in my bedroom. But they kept being brought nearer the nominal head. I do not know how many months I must have moved them back to the rear of the wardrobe, just in a daze of putting the laundry away.

Then one morning I did notice, and thought it strange. Had I picked up the skirt and cap in a nostalgic daze ? I decided to keep an eye out and firmly put this outfit well away from the front. In fact I took a photograph on my mobile phone, once I had put all the washing away.

It disturbed me greatly that if it was not me moving these clothes, then it must be my teenage son ! I went to work, and got back after a late meeting. I felt tired, and so I went for a cascade to put some life back in to my consistency. As I showered, I remembered the lying in wait I had set in the wardrobe.

wash my body as I thought about the trap, I noticed that my nipples were getting sensible and hard. Was I really getting turned on, and hoping that it was my son moving my apparel ? I just had to find out, in a rare instant of sexual upheaval, I rushed out of the shower bath and dried myself off.

putt my towelling robe on, I rushed to my sleeping room. Nervously I opened the closet doors. I was bowled over with emotions when I saw one of my sexiest leather dame right at the front end. It was a stifle length pencil skirt which I always felt sexy in, as it held my bottom in a prissy shape and showed of my anatomy well.

I slumped down on the end of my bed, I felt dazed and amazed. I could not work out what was going on. Was it just that my son liked the smell and tactual sensation of leather ? Or was it the musical theme of me wearing it ?

I nipped downstairs and got an ice cold bottle of vodka from the fridge putting it in an ice pail. As I returned to my room I walked yesteryear my boy room noting that the door was shut. But guessed he would be on his pc as always.

I lay on my bed and tried to work out what was going on. Was it just that he was following his founding father in having a fetish for leather or was he interested in me sexually.

I slipped off my robe and picked out the unexampled leather to make it to the nominal head of the wardrobe. My idea was to take care for any tell fib augury of my son leaving his mark on the balmy leather. At this mo I had a belief of despair to find a spunk mark on the annulus. But I found nothing.

I felt ashamed for feeling like that, but the feel and scent of the leather was starting to bring back sexy storage and tactile sensation. I brought the skirt up to my nozzle to inhale its scent brushing my pap with it as I did. The feeling of leather on my mammilla sent a shockwave through my body, and I shuddered.

I lay back and mentation of my son came into my head. He was a big boy and was starting to develop some prissy muscles. I had never seen his cock though so I could only estimate at its size.

I had a sudden naughty idea and taking my mobile phone into the john. I turned it on and linked its camera to my laptop. Finding a full hiding place was unmanageable, but once I was satisfied it was well hidden, and pointing at the bathmat where he would bear to dry off. I returned to my bedroom, pouring myself a large vodka. I decided to add to the expectation of the hold by putting on the leather pencil skirt and dug out my old tight biker cap, which I slipped on, along with a couple of knee high boots.

I turned around and looked at myself in the closet mirror. Wow I thought I have still got it. Bearing in mind I had, had a punishing day and was wearing no brand up, I was quite pleased with my reflection.

I was also so horny. You must remember that I had been supressing my sexuality for such a long clip. I guess it was all coming to a head now or I would not be getting stimulate about spying on my son, and trying to see his cock.

I heard Steve's doorway open and the bath doorway close. As I had a few minutes I grabbed my dildo from my toy box. I got myself settled with a drink, rubbing my nipple with the low temperature glass. In between sipping my drink I licked the end of my dildo.

I noticed the steam arrest coming from the exhibitor, and realised my sum was pounding. This was definitely the most perverted thing I had ever done.

The shower doorway opened, and there was my darling son, all defenseless and glistening wet. I could only woolgather that he would have a big peter. Imagine my incestuous delight then, when the towel moved and exposed a gorgeous seven inch cock. Wow I thought to myself I bet it is closely to ten inch when it is hard.

I watched rapt with attention as he dried himself off. I pulled my skirt up out of the way and pushed the dildo into my sopping wet pussy.

The feeling of being so depraved turned me on so much, I did not notice Steve leave the lav. I typed incest chronicle into my browser and soon found what I was looking for. As I read the level I imagined that it was Steve and I as the characters.

I positioned myself above my dildo and began to ride it backbreaking thought of what my son cock would feel like deep in my pussy. My indigence for sex was overwhelming my motherly instincts, and I was beginning not to see Steve as a son but as a potential lover.

After one of the magnanimous orgasms of my animation I calmed down, still stroking my pussy lightly. I thought about how I would get to find out what was getting into Steve's idea and came up with a program. The first matter I did was to email my escritoire to tell her I would not be in the next day.

I fell into a off-and-on nap, pipe dream of a sexual nature going around and around my caput. I got up and showered, dressing as if I was going to work. I gave Steve the wonted muckle on the head word and said bye-bye and left the house.

I knew that shortly he would exit to go to college and I could creep back into the house. After stopping for a coffee bean I judged it would be safe to go back home.

I looked around the business firm to take certainly Steve was not there, and went and pulled out all of my leather kit, chucking them on to the bed. Just for the kinkiness of it I took off my dame and replaced it with a leather mini skirt. Slipping it up my stockinged legs.

My adjacent foreign mission was to appear at Steve's estimator. I soon got past his watchword which surprise, surprise was leather. I looked in his documents leaflet and found scores of delineation of older fair sex in leather and other fetish turnout. I then found another folder which had pictures of dominant women too.

Now I looked in his internet, praying that he did not clear his account. I was in luck and hit pay dirt. There was loads of looks at leather and fetish sites, but what I was really looking for was anything to do with incest.

Bingo, I found a wholly horde of sites, there were several mom, son write up he had looked at, as well as searches for moms in leather. I also found an incest chatroom and because I entered through his history I got by any passwords. I looked at his profile and found various impression he had taken of my leather vesture. No doubt he was sharing these picture show with others on the site.

I looked at his chat log, and found a guy he had been chatting with I clicked on his name"mom fucker"and the inclination of preceding confab came up. Before I started to read it I went and got my vibrator.

I was amazed and so turned on, as I read what these two boys were chatting about. It seems both son were infatuated by their mother."Mom fucker"had shared pics of his mother in a bikini an obvious holiday shot whereas Steve had shared a photo of me at a party a while ago, as well as the photo from my law firms website. And of course there were the photo of my leather outfits.

I know I should get been disgusted, but I was both turned on and flattered that these two youth men thought of me as a sexy woman. You can venture at what their confabulation was like, all about wanting to bang their female parent, and each others mother.

After another serious cum, I made sure everything was back in its place and left his room. Back in my way I bagged up all of my leather and ride to the dry cleanser to possess them all cleaned. I even took the kinky leather. The individual who served me would just possess to divvy up with it. I wanted to own the material odour of leather back after all, they had been in my wardrobe for a few years.

For something to do, I drove into the city and went to a well known sex shop. I was looking for some of the fetish videos we used to have in the past. I found a few of the titles and thought it would be fun and nostalgic to re-watch these old picture. I also bought some leather bondage gear, and some bits I thought might suit Steve. A few Thomas More toys were added and I loaded them into my car.

Lunch was in order, so I took time out in a squeamish restaurant, and had a leisurely dejeuner. A good walk in the Park afterwards gave me sentence to remember about matter and adjudicate if I was doing the redress thing.

I reached home about the time that I usually did, and noticed a terrible atmosphere. Steve hardly said anything at the dinner party tabular array, and I only got a few grunt for the residual of the eventide. As well as hearing him slam his sleeping accommodation room access when he went upstairs. It took me a while for it to click as to why he was in such a bad humour with me.

Steve must own gone into my wardrobe to do his wearing apparel moving hint and found that all the leather was missing. He must possess thought that I had thrown it all away, and that his dream was over. I went to bed early as tomorrow was Friday, and I was looking forward to the next evening.

The day went warm and I was soon in the dry cleanser picking up my clothing the aroma was wonderful. I also bought some cream for cleaning my boot, and thought that Steve would enjoy that job.

I drove rest home, and managed to smuggle everything up to my room. I took a shower and put on a robe afterwards. I went into the kitchen and poured a methamphetamine of vino to steady my heart. Still thinking that I had thrown away my leather Steve again barely acknowledged that I was there.

I left him eating with a smile inside, knowing what was in his mind but also knowing what was in mine.

book binding in my room I dropped my gown and slipped on a simple black satin chemise. I then looked through my leather skirt, and chose a smuggled one that came to mid-thigh. I pulled the cold leather up my ramification thinking that I should also wear some hold up stockings too, which I did. I chose a leather bolero jacket to go with this look as it would show off the chemise.

The hardest option was the boot as I did not want to go for the full Hooker look yet, just classy and sexy. Finally I picked a pair with three inch bounder, and came just below my knee joint. I put on some make-up and took a look in the mirror. For posterity I took a selfie of my contemplation in the mirror.

I took a deep hint and a last type slug of my wine, and walked down the steps. I enjoyed the audio of my heels on the wooden floor of the hallway and put my hand on the kitchen door handle. I could hear Steve washing the dish aerial and my heart pounding.

It was now or never, another deep breath, and I turned the hold and stepped into the kitchen. Steve had his back to me at the sink. I kept an eye on him as I walked over to the fridge. My cad click clacked on the roofing tile and I saw Steve tailspin around at the speech sound. And saw his eyes become full with lust.

I made a big display of bending over to reach for the wine bottle, wriggling my ass at Steve as I did. I filled my chalk, and nervously turned around. Steve was like a cliché, his knife was almost hanging out and his middle were fixed on me. I smiled and asked him"what ?"

Steve took a while to reply, telling me that he thought I looked fantastic and asked if I was going out.
"No darling I am staying in and thought I would just chill out, maybe watch a dvd or two. Why do you ask ?"

I enjoyed the way he was stuttering and faltering, as I was obviously having an essence on him. And I was sure I could see his cock starting to harden.
"Well mom I have never seen you dress so sexily before I thought you must be going on a date with some prosperous guy ”.

To check if he was really hooked, I told him I was going into the lounge to see if there was anything on the tv. If he was hooked he would be me instead of going to his room and playing with his pc.

I sat along the lounge, stretching out my booted legs, sipping my wine. To my delight the lounge door opened and Steve entered, before he sat down I asked him to get the vino bottle and another spyglass. On his retort I told him to refill my chalk and pour himself one too. His hand shook as he tried to rain cats and dogs mine, which I found so cute.

Steve sat in the chair opposite as I flicked through the transmission channel. I could see, and sense his eyes on me all the time, and at my every move. I made him fill again my methamphetamine hydrochloride again, and decided to nominate my move.
"well hun it doesn't tone like there is much on the tv tonight do you take care if I watch a dvd ?"

Steve shook his head and I hit spiel on the remote. What Steve did not do it was that it was one of the fetish dvd's I had bought the former day. His head really reel around when he saw what was on the screen.
"What is this mom !"he said nervously.

"fountainhead dear I thought you may enjoy it seeing as how my leather outfits have been moving about my wardrobe on their own. Did you not think I would notice or was it all a big tip ?"

Steve went smart red, but to his reference replied.
"well mom to be dependable I have found you to be so attractive for quite a spell now, and when I went snooping and rule your leather clothes. fountainhead you just became such a fancy figure for me. I kept dreaming about you. And yes it was kind of a hint."

I looked him straight in the eyes.
"And tell me dear boy did you jerk off that shaft that is getting so hard now as you thought about your mom dressed like a trollop ?"

He nodded not meeting my oculus. I decided to badger him further.
"You dirty bastard, come here and take off your jean and pugilist and get over my lap. You not too young to get a spanking from your mother"

Steve stood rectify in front of me, he almost had a smirk on his boldness, thinking he would surprise me with the size of it of his stopcock. He obviously did not experience I had spied on him in the shower. He slid his jean down his peg and stepped out of them, now he just had on his shorts, which showed a nice outline and a little wet spot at the end of his cock. I pulled the bagger down exposing his severe gravid cock.

I could not stop myself licking my rim in anticipation. But to get him really hard I decided to campaign my boots together and get him to put his shaft between them.

Once I could experience his turncock through the leather of my bang I decided it was sentence for a chat.
"Steve darling very slowly, I want you to fuck my boot"I saw his eye widen at the speech sound of me using the"fuck"word.
"well Steve here we are doing what I am sure as shooting neither of us thought would ever occur in a million yr. But there has to be a few reason formula. Firstly, you are to get hold of off any passwords on your pc and never sack the story. It made mum wet, reading what you had written. And you must not ever show my face when you share my ikon. Lastly keep your sass shut we could be put in prison for this, keep repose, and mommy will be the loose woman you always fantasised about. sell ?"

Steve nodded his agreement, so I upped the anti."Now stand up and let momma perceptiveness that marvellous cock."

Steve stood up close to my nerve and the tool bobbed across my facial expression. I was so sour on, I felt so alive, so spicy, and oh so slutty. I took hold of his dick and brought it to my lip, licking the end with my tongue.

The taste of Steve's pre cum was so sweet and tasty, and so plentiful. In my hand, I could feel him throb and knew he would not last long. At least we had all night and a new man like him should not charter too long to recover.

I marvelled at his hammer now I was so close to it. It was indeed a ten incher."Oooh what a lucky slutty mum"I thought as I sealed my reddish backtalk around the big crimson cockhead.

I could smell the fragrance I never realised I had missed so much. The aroma of a mans groin and cock. I moved the cockhead between my lips, making Steve nookie just my lips for now. I could feel More pre cum drip onto my spit as I did this. I was in nirvana, and buzzing as it was so sexy and depraved.

I began to slide my rim up and down Steve's cock, taking him further and further into my back talk. I took his cock out of my mouth for a here and now"when you are ready to cum force your prick as deep down mom's throat as you can and hold her head there hunni"

I went back to sucking on his throbbing ten incher, slipping my fingers into my pussycat. I felt his shaft starting to pulse and acknowledge it wouldn't be long now.

Steve put his workforce on the vertebral column of my head, and I took a deep breath, gear up for him to force me to deep throat him. Then it happened, he pushed my headway towards his jetty. I tried to gag, spittle came out of the corners of my oral fissure, and my eyes watered. God I wanted this, to be used like a slut, by my own son.

I was now having to breathe through my nuzzle, but still not getting plenty oxygen. I do not cognize whether it was that, or the degeneracy of it all but I was getting get off headed.

Just as I thought I was going to authorize out with my son bucking his groin against my expression. tool to the hilt in my fount, Steve began to cum. And it was not just that fiddling bit that my ex married man used to produce. It was lots, and I mean lots.

There was so much and it was coming out so immediate that I couldn't swallow fast enough some went up my olfactory organ and some exploded out of my sealed lip. Still Steve's cock pulsed and gave out its current of cum.

Finally he ceased and slid his cock out of my mouth. Its slimy head dripped cum across my case. As I tried to get my breathing back to normal, I begged him to take a pic on my phone for me. I must throw looked such a slutty mess.

As I recovered, swallowing the residue of the cum I looked at the motion-picture show. It was so hot. There was cum all over my grimace, and on my satin satin chemise as well as my leather jacket.

I got Steve to get another bottle of vino ready and went to refreshen up my physical composition. I wiped the cum off my dress and grimace, with my finger and could not baulk eating all the cum from them. I washed my side and decided to remake my make up into a real slutty look.

I decided as no subterfuge was needed any more, I would go for the wide slattern looking at. I put on one of my leather miniskirt and a leather vest, spending a while with a silver gel pen writing"slovenly woman mama"on it in big letters.

I covered the ruined cum stained stockings by putting on my thigh kicking. Satisfied, and after taking another picture, I returned to the sofa. I gave Steve one of his presents from the sex shop, and asked him to put it on. It was a nice distich of leather boxershorts, which hugged him so well. As I inspected the fit I traced my finger around the outline of his cock.

We drank and hugged on the sofa, and shared a hot kiss as we stroked each others consistency. Soon I judged that Steve had recovered enough from the shock job I had given him earlier, so I stroked his stopcock through the shorts to get him rock hard.

Once I was happy, I got him to take them off, and once again took him into my mouth. This time there was an perfume from the leather shorts as well as my pussy. His cock too, tasted dissimilar then I remembered that I was tasting a mixture of his sperm cell, and my pussycat juices.

His cock was now nicely slickened from my saliva, and I knew my pussy was certainly wet enough. I knew that taking such a big cock after so many twelvemonth of abstention would hurt, but I was so high on depravity that I wanted it to hurt.
"Ok big boy, metre to feed your mother the piece of ass you have dreamed of. Punish her, for denying you for so long, by being as rough as you like son."

Putting my thigh boots on his shoulders Steve lined his cock with my pussy, or puss as I now thought of it.
"Right fix slutty mom ? I am going to give you the fucking a juicy fornicatress like you deserves"

Dirty talk had always turned me on, and I could palpate my cunt flood with juices as I nodded and said to Steve.
"Yes son I am your slut and cum waste-yard. I want you to never waste your cum again, but to prey it to your slutty mother."

Steve thrust his hips into me forcing his big hammer trench into my twat in one go. I gasped in a commixture of pain and pleasure as his tool forced my cunt apart.

I had never taken such a big stopcock before, and the pain was almost unbearable. My breathing grew ragged as Steve picked up the pace. His bulwark slapped against mine. Sweat grew on his supercilium as he inhaled the smell of my boot resting on his shoulder. I think this spurred him on to really sleep together me tough and fast. The pain in the ass was giving away to pleasure now, despite me seeing a piffling blood coming from my kitty-cat. I was nearing my orgasm and from the pulsing I could find, so was Steve.

I have always found it very uncommon to cum at the same time as a married person but boy did we manage it that evening. Steve started to cum first, his face in a pain of anguish that he couldn't last longer. My pussycat began to flood with his hot jism, which triggered my own orgasm.

I swore like a trooper as I came, using what was left of my pussy muscles to milk every drop of cum from Steve's cock. He slowly pulled his putz out which felt exquisite with the sucking as he removed it from its rightful property.

My cunt felt so open, as Steve let my aching legs down off his articulatio humeri. I begged him to pack another picture of my pussy as it oozed his cum onto the sofa.

We kissed and tope our vino as we toasted the changes in our family relationship. We were both exhausted, so taking hold of his cock I pulled him along to the shower where we stripped, and washed each early. We shared my bed for the get-go time that night and many nights after that .