Mommy, You've Been Naughty

“Yes. I do have Brendan,” Susan said as a dribble of Vlad Holsteins cum leaked from her vagina into her pantyhose and panties.

She thought it was very inappropriate to be thinking of her son while another man’s spunk dribbled from her cunt but it reminded her that she needed to have another uncomfortable conversation with Brendan when she got home.

*****

Brendan heard the pattering of his mother’s heels on the tiled floor downstairs and he closed down his computer where he had been editing the videos he taken in his mother’s bedroom. Most of it was boring so he discarded it and edited only the scenes he particularly liked. He also had a collection of CFNM videos featuring mature women fucking young males that he kept on file and although they were very pornographic in nature he would actually turn to the videos of his mother when he required release.

He’d shut down his computer and put his collection of his mother’s discarded pantyhose under the bed just in time as he heard her approaching and then a polite knock on the door.

“Come to my room Brendan we need to talk,” his mother said.

Brendan got up and followed his mother’s cloud of perfume. When they entered her bedroom and she turned to him, his eyes went to her pretty face and then slid down her body to those glorious long legs, her sheer shiny nude pantyhose glittering in the sunlight as the last of it streamed through the window.

Susan had a look of consternation on her face and she sat down on the bed and tapped the coverlet beside her. As she sat down her skirt rode up exposing acres of plump thigh.

“We need to talk again Brendan,” his mother said in the husky voice that sounded so sexy to him.

Brendan sat down next to his mother, her mere proximity causing him to become tumescent. He did his best to hide it and to stop staring at his mother’s legs which would only make the matter worse.

“I thought we had agreed that you would stop pilfering my underwear Brendan,” his mother said sternly.

“No! I'm…” Brendan exclaimed before his mother cut him off.

“Don’t lie to me son. I know what semen stains look like. I keep finding them in my nylons and panties and it could only be you who put them there. I know you are trying to disguise what you are doing with them but I can tell. Any woman can tell when her intimates have been tampered with,” Susan sighed, looking down at the carpet.

“I deliberately leave my discarded nylons on top of the trash where you can find them and I know that you take them. So why are you so bent on using the nylons and panties I’m still wearing when I know you have a collection of my old nylons under your bed?” Susan turned to face her son.

Brendan froze. His mother knew about his nylons collection. Well why wouldn’t she; she was the one who cleaned and vacuumed his room after all. At least she didn’t know about the camera otherwise she would have led with that.

“Come on son, tell me,” Susan said, putting her hand on her son’s leg to encourage him.

Brendan looked down at his mother’s long fingers adorned with inexpensive gaudy rings, her long fingernails polished to a bright red hue, only inches from his hard cock.

“The truth mom? There is something special about the underwear you have worn. The ones you discard and I take from the trash lose their allure not long after I’ve taken them. Knowing that the panties and pantyhose in the laundry basket have been taken recently from your body does something. They have your smell, your essence on them. When I touch them I feel like I’m touching you,” Brendan confessed.

“What do you mean touching me Brendan?” Susan sounded alarmed.

“What’s wrong with you? Do you want to fuck your own mother?” she hissed.

“No mom! It’s just that I want a woman who is very much like you. There is something about you,” Brendan was lost for words.

“Brendan, I’m close to forty and I’m big-assed. You should be chasing pretty young cheerleaders,” Susan patted her son’s leg reassuringly.

“But that’s it mom. I don’t like those skinny-ass, bare-legged, fresh-faced cheerleader types. I like mature women who wear pantyhose and dress sophisticated, wear lots of makeup and have long legs and big asses. Women like you… but not you if you know what I mean,” Brendan stumbled on.

“Yes I kind of get it. I know what a MILF is and I suppose I should be flattered but it’s a bit creepy knowing that I’m my son’s fantasy woman,” Susan chuckled.

Just then the doorbell chimed.

“That’s your aunt Veronica. We have important matters to discuss. Come down and say hello and then excuse yourself and fix yourself something to eat,” Susan patted Brendan’s leg not knowing that her fingers were mere inches away from her son’s hard cock.

Brendan followed his mother downstairs. Veronica was still in her business suit, heels and hose having just come from the fund-raising event.

“My god! Look how big you’ve gotten! You’re almost a full grown man,” Veronica squealed and lunged at Brendan and hugged him and kissed his cheek.

Brendan was enveloped by his big-breasted, heavily perfumed, big-assed, long-legged aunt who looked very much like his mother except for her blonde hair. Brendan’s cock leapt to attention as his aunt smothered him with kisses and held him close. He put his arms around her and hugged her back, inhaling her perfume and delighting in the feel of matronly body against his. His cock pressed into her little pot-belly and he took the liberty of letting his hands drift down to her ass.

Veronica was suddenly aware that Brendan was concupiscent and holding her by her ass. She could feel his cock on her belly and his fingers softly stroking her buttocks. She was a little flattered that a teenage boy found her attractive but unsettled that it was her nephew. Susan had told her about Brendan fiddling with her underwear. Veronica had raised two boys of her own and knew the all about the sexual peculiarities they developed in their teenage years.

She gently eased out of the embrace and took a sly look down and saw the lump in his jeans and smiled to herself, knowing she was responsible.

“I’ll leave you fine ladies to talk business but I’ll just help myself to some cheese and crackers before you settle in,” Brendan said.

He led his mother and his aunt into the kitchen and made a fuss about getting a plate and some cheese and a box of Ritz crackers while Susan made drinks for herself and her sister.

Brendan turned on the voice record function on his phone and secreted it on the shelf under the breakfast bar where he knew that his mother and Veronica sat to talk whenever she visited.

*****

Brendan listened to the recording the next day with some amazement. He knew that his mother and Susan made a lot of money from their business but he didn’t know that they were hiding it in overseas bank accounts or that they were outright fraudsters. His mother’s maxim of frugality not austerity was reflected in the way they lived: a modest house, modest clothes, modest cars, budget holidays and little cash to splash around.

And all the time his bitch mother was hiding millions of dollars!

Brendan wasn’t sure if he was angry at her or more in love with her. What a conniving pair of women they were! But now that Brendan knew, he had leverage. His mother and aunt were scared that this Vlad Holstein guy was going to ruin their business and from what his mother inferred, the Vlad guy had done something very distasteful to her in Veronica’s office. The thought of someone fucking his mother against her will made Brendan become very aroused. That was something he could get off on.

But now that he had leverage he might be able to use it to his own advantage. He went online and did some research.

Susan came home that evening and went straight up to her bedroom. She was wearing a mauve business suit, short-skirted as usual, with sheer taupe control-top pantyhose and shiny black high heels. She was surprised when Brendan followed her into the bedroom. He was holding a folder and had a strange look on his face.

“Whatever it is son, it will have to wait. I want to get out of my heels and change into something a little more comfortable,” Susan said flippantly waving him away.

“I don’t think so mom. Stay dressed just as you are and sit on the bed,” Brendan said, his voice very commanding.

“What did you say? Who do you think you’re talking to Brendan? I’m your mother for god’s sake!” Susan snapped at him angrily.

“I’m talking to a co-conspirator in a Ponzi scheme and I’m holding an FBI Economic Crimes Unit crime reporting document that I downloaded from their website. It will be easier for me to fill it in online I suppose,” Brendan fanned the document in the folder and then dropped it on his mother’s bed.

Susan looked at the FBI logo on the document and her blood froze. She sat down on the bed her head spinning. She was in such a daze that she didn’t realise that her skirt had ridden right up and she was showing off her pretty pink nylon panties with little bows on the front.

Brendan’s eyes locked his mother’s crotch as he sat down beside her.

“You’ve been very naughty mommy,” Brendan chuckled and Susan looked at her son with disbelief.

“But don’t worry I won’t tell anyone,” he continued.

“That is I won’t tell anyone anything so long as you are nice to me,” his smile looked wicked to Susan.

“I’m always nice to you Brendan. You have everything you’ve ever wanted within reason. I’ve never chastised you or been physical with you,” Susan said, her voice filled with shock.

“Not that kind of nice mommy, this kind of nice,” Brendan brazenly put his hand on his mother’s thigh.

As a reflex action, Susan slammed her thick thighs shut but all she succeeded in doing was trapping Brendan's hand between her legs which pleased him greatly. He had always wanted to feel his mother’s nylon-sheathed legs and now he was. Her skin was soft and warm under the gauzy nylon. Brendan wiggled his fingers so that he could stroke those luscious thighs.

“Stop that Brendan!” his mother hissed.

“Or what? You’ll go to the police? Do we really want to talk to law enforcement or anyone for that matter about what goes on in this house and at your place of work? I know they would be interested. But I prefer you and Susan dressed in power suits and high heels rather than orange jumpsuits with DOC stencilled on the back,” Brendan chuckled.

“You're blackmailing your own mother?” Susan was astounded.

“You could call it that or you could think of us as partners. Only I’ll be a silent partner because we wouldn’t want anyone to know what happens in this bedroom between us would we mommy,” Brendan leaned in and tried to kiss his mother but she baulked and moved her head away.

“Stop this rubbish immediately Brendan! I’ll put your little display of grossness down to teenage angst or whatever but get your hands off me and get of my room!” Susan pushed her son away and Brendan removed his hand from between her legs.

“Ok mommy. No problems. Brendan stood up and walked to the door and leaned against jamb and pulled out his mobile phone while he studied the document he was holding.

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.