Seeking Advice

My concern evaporated traveling home in the car when I realized that I had achieved my first target, and that was to find out if Carter had sexual thoughts about me. By finding out that he searches my bedroom and now chose and persuaded me to buy that sexy skirt, he obviously thinks of me in a sexual way. Following our shopping spree I emailed Scooter and gave him a blow by blow of that day's events and in his reply he agreed with my conclusion and added that he thought Carter would like to sleep with me. Also in his email he suggested the next step. First I should print off a suitable story including the Literotica website heading suggesting that I would be receptive should Carter attempt to seduce me. The document should be folded in half and folded in half again and a small dot using the point of a pencil added to the extreme edge of one corner and placed in the drawer of my nightstand with the pencil dot visible. He suggested that I also place a new pack of condoms in the drawer beside the folded document, then as before take a picture of it to check if anything had been disturbed. Printing off the story was fine but to buy condoms that was a different story.

Eventually I plucked up sufficient courage to buy a pack and placed them along with the document in the drawer, finally recording everything on my mobile. Scooter also suggested that I leave an item of lingerie in Carters bed under the pretext that it must have fallen from a pile of washing while making his bed and putting his clean clothes away. That same night, Carter having said goodnight and gone upstairs to bed suddenly returned dangling my black lacy bralette between his fingers saying, "This must be yours."

I began to laugh. "I've been looking for that all day where did you find?"

"It was in my bed." As a joke I asked him if he had been wearing my underclothes, his expression changed to a look of embarrassment. I was reminded of a question Scooter asked, could it be that he has been wearing my clothes from the laundry basket. It was with mixed emotions that I thought it possible he may be wearing my underclothes. If he thought me attractive and sexy, I suppose I could understand why he would want to handle or perhaps even wear them, with pictures of me in his mind. Not until the third night did I notice that the items in my nightstand drawer had been disturbed. The pencil dot was not visible, not until I turned the document over did I find the mark. The packet of condoms seemed undisturbed, everything was as it should be when I opened it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it hadn't been tampered with.

I informed Scooter of the latest developments and waited for his reply in which he suggested it was time for my first date. Somehow I needed to influence Carter so that he would offer to take me out to spend an evening at a restaurant with him thinking it was his own idea. It was during the showing of a film on television I sighed when a couple spent a romantic evening in a restaurant. Carter who was sitting close asked if I was ok. I sighed again and just said it brings back memories.

He must have been turning things over in his mind because a little later he said, "Mom if I booked a table could I take you out one evening to a restaurant?"

"Oh darling that would be lovely, but don't you think it could be slightly embarrassing if the other guest knew you were dating your mother, I don't mean dating literately, you know what I mean."

"Yes I know exactly what you mean, I've been struggling with that one, but I do have a suggestion if you agree. First I will refer to you by name and call you Caroline, secondly I would ask you to wear your new mini-skirt and thirdly we behave as a couple, holding hands that sort of thing."

He looked a bit sheepish after making his proposal so I wasn't going to give him an instant reply, instead hesitated and looked thoughtful as if weighing up all the arguments, then said, "Yes that sounds very nice, thank you darling, I'd love to accept your offer."

The Saturday of our first official date, I headed downstairs dressed in the mini-skirt, my soft bra, but a blouse instead of my tight sweater. I wasn't going to entertain a restaurant full of men with the sight of my nipples. Carter was waiting at the bottom of the stairs appreciating the display of my bouncing breasts as I clumped down the stairs in my stilettos, and took my hand as we headed out to the station wagon.

Carter drove the car to a very nice restaurant which was located beside a river, and being a warm evening our table was outside on a staging against the balustrade overlooking the river. Overhead fairy lights flickered, providing sufficient light to reflect on the water making the whole scene magical. After a wonderful meal Carter stretched his arms out across the table and while we talked took and held my hands, then when an opportunity arose changed the direction of our conversation. His conversation tended to become questions, drifting towards the personal. In our years together we had rarely discussed his father or the things that drove us apart to cause him to leave. I know Carter had always been curious and I had refused to answer his questions on numerous occasions. However, the way things were developing between us, well for me at least, I knew sooner or later I would be cornered and have to tell him what happened. In the few times the subject has been mention I had never castigated his father in front of him, so in his eyes his father had done little wrong.

With people sitting around us he was careful how he phrased his question. "Caroline what was your married life like with your husband?" He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, as if to say whatever you tell me I support you fully. There was no way I could tell him what happened with all the other diners close at hand with everybody listening to everybody else's conversation. I suggested that we leave and find a secluded spot to talk about things. Carter suggested going home but told him that I couldn't talk about it face to face at the house and asked if he knew of somewhere secluded where it was dark, and where we could sit in the car and talk. After driving for about ten minutes Carter turned off the road onto an almost hidden unmade track between tall trees and bushes. After several minutes of slowly bumping along we ended up on a grassy knoll overlooking the river. Remaining sat in the front seats we made small talk for several minutes, but as expected Carter guided the conversation back to mine and his father's relationship.

With the modern day attitude towards sex I think Carter found it difficult to understand my situation that I was almost a child bride. "When we married I was young, immature and sexually inexperienced. Your father, and I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, wanted to do things like, tying me to the bed, have me perform oral sex on him, allow him to perform anal sex on me. At the time I thought your father's demands were unreasonable and perverse. I thought him degenerate and depraved, but since, I have come to realize that they are reasonably common practices between a man and a woman. I failed to satisfy your father sexually, so he went and sought solace with other women. In that respect and taking everything into consideration I suppose I did drive him from us."

It was pretty much what I told Scooter only feeling embarrassed and humiliated when it came to talking about oral and anal sex in front of my son, after I apologized for being so explicit. Carter stroked my face, then turned on the interior curtesy light when I told him that I was burning up with embarrassment. I leaned closer to him as he continued to stroke my face and brush my hair behind my ears. He run his fingers across my lips then gripped my chin before he turned my head towards him and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss but quickly followed by another while he slipped his hand behind my head so that I couldn't pull away. Not that I wanted to, I desperately needed his lips against mine and slipped my hand behind his head showing my approval of his action. We spent the next fifteen minutes kissing which developed into French kissing before I felt his hand wrap around my breast. He squeezed me, lightly pinching as he searched for my nipple and once found gave it little tweaks.

I stopped him when he tried to unbutton my blouse saying, "Darling please I'm not quite ready for this, it's been ten years since I've been with a man, so please be patient with me." I think I might have caved in if he pushed me to the limit but he didn't and I was thankful for that, but we continued to make out for the next hour with us both enjoying him touching my breasts, albeit on the outside of my blouse. He cupped my breast and gave it a little upward jerk, watching my breast as it flopped around beneath my blouse, he kissed me then repeated his action. Each upward thrust became stronger until my breast was almost bouncing out of my bra, and after each thrust came the kiss.

He took my hand in his, placed my hand under my breast and unceasingly began to bounce my breast up and down while continually kissing me. It was obvious Carter was becoming more confident and adventurous because between kisses he would occasionally say something sexual, like, he loved feeling my tits, and asking me if I played with them a lot, did his father suck them? Each time I answered, another question followed more sexually provocative, as was my answer. The more questions he asked the more my sexual desire became, increasing my excitement. We were late home and after kissing goodnight we both went to our own bedrooms. It had been a wonderful evening, and as I lay in bed with the feeling of loneliness creeping up on me, wondered if Carter was awake. If he was, what would he be thinking about, was he thinking about me and the things he would like to do with me? I was at the point of considering going to his bedroom to give myself to him when I finally fell asleep.

The following day I emailed Scooter informing him of the latest developments. In his reply he provided the address of a website dedicated to real life parent child romance and suggested that I read the letters before finally embarking on a life of incest. If I decided to proceed he suggested that I wear my mini-skirt, bullet bra and tight sweater, sit on his lap and seduce the hell out of him.

Over the next week Carter and I spent most of the evenings in a romantic setting, lying on the sofa kissing and cuddling. By the end of the week I had allowed him to slip his hand inside my blouse but remain on the outside of my bra. My feelings were such that I was now ready to make a commitment to become Carter's.... What would you call me, certainly not his wife? Certainly not a mistress, and since we would be sleeping together and making love, it would have to be something more than a girlfriend. A partner perhaps.

It was Saturday, I had been watching Carter for most of the day, then through dinner, and after in the evening as we sat opposite each other, I had at last decided it was time that I allowed Carter into my bed. About 9 o'clock that evening we were sitting in the chairs, Carter was sitting opposite with a bit of scowl on his face, the reason, I had made some excuse not to lie with him kissing and cuddling on the sofa. A brief glance and a grunt was the extent of his acknowledgment as I left the room after informing him that I was going upstairs to take a bath. I had struggled for several days trying to decide whether to generally trim, create a small strip or completely shave my pubic region. Eventually I decided to shave my body completely, based on the proviso that oral sex may come into play, thinking Carter would prefer me that way. After pampering myself with a long soak in hot water, scented with bath oils I made my way to the bedroom to change into my black satin and lace panties, the bullet bra, and the mini-skirt Carter chose for me. Slipping on the tight sweater and checking myself in the mirror I was amazed at the transformation, with the tight sweater enhancing the look of my breasts as they stuck out like two cones with just a hint of nipple at the extreme point. With the hem of the skirt just below mid-thigh I looked more like a whore than a mother, hoping Carter would enjoy my new look.

After applying a dab of perfume I nervously made my way down stairs to seduce my son into becoming my lover. I posed in the doorway, my arm raised, my hand resting against the frame, my legs positioned such, that my skirt was stretched tight across my thighs and butt. Considering the pose I had adopted, I knew what part of my body his eyes were focused on, my breasts. All the times I had seen him watch me I had never seen such an intense look of lust on his face. Slowly I wandered across and stood in front of him, facing him, my legs almost touching his knees. Carter leant forward and placed his hands on my hips then slid them up and down the side of my legs feeling the silkiness of the skirt. I turned side on his hand continued to feel the skirt and me at the same time. As his hand passed across my butt he gave the cheek a squeeze. I turned again, my back towards him, he touched me up with both hands groping my butt, his hands squeezing, pressing, jerking them upwards, watching them quiver, as he did my breasts.

I told him to take his hands off my ass so that I could sit on his lap, at that point my arousal was so great that I would have done anything. Carter said that he like how the bra shaped my tits and wanted to know if it was new and just kept asking question until I forced my lips against his to shut him up. As we kissed he squeezed both my breasts hard then said, as he tried to slip his hands up inside, "Take your sweater off, I want to see your tits." I kissed him again only this time he slipped his hand up under my skirt saying, "I want to see your cunt." It was obvious that Carter was becoming more confident and convinced that I wanted, or perhaps needed to have sex with him, by his language and the way he spoke to me.

I told him that if he wanted to see me naked he had better take me upstairs and undress me, and if he could do that then he could sleep in my bed and make love to me. Carter was impatient and attempted to push me off his lap and drag me upstairs. In the bedroom, I went to lie on the bed but Carter insisted that I stand in front and facing my full length mirror and he stood behind me. He put his arms around me and began squeezing and stroking my breasts, his hand following the bra's conical shape. He grabbed the bottom of my sweater, as I lifted my arms in air, and pulled it off over my head. He stood there examining my bra, never having seen one like it before, a hand wrapped around each breast enjoying the feel of satin.

Carter pushed at the pointed tips to see if my breasts filled the bra cups, and in particular to test if my nipples could be located at the very tip, which they could. When he tapped beneath each bra cup to establish if he could get my breasts jiggle around, they didn't. Clearly they were securely trapped within the bra cup which provided little or no movement at all. He unhooked the bra's clasp and slid both shoulder straps down my arms removing the bra completely and spent the next five minutes examining my breasts. I watched Carter in the mirror as he played with my breasts, pressing them, gripping them; bouncing them up and down, watching waves vibrate through the flesh, finally rolling my nipples between his fingers, telling me how beautiful my tits were, all the time glancing at himself and me in the mirror.

Moving down to my skirt he undid the clasp, then lowered the zip allowing the skirt to slip down my legs and pool at my feet. Carter stood there admiring my black satin and lace panties or at least what they were concealing. He pulled me close and kissed my neck telling me just how beautiful I was, while his hands cupped and caressed the fabric covering my pubic mound. He slipped the panties over my hips and down my legs to gather around my feet, preventing me from overbalancing while I kicked the skirt and panties aside. In the mirror I watched him place his hands over my pussy and felt his fingers slip inside me. From what I could see and feel it would seem that he was trying to stretch me. In between kisses to my neck and shoulders he would tell me about my body and just how beautiful my tits and cunt were. His language left a lot to be desired and it seemed in these times that it was more common in general conversation, probably influenced by the movies and television. Had we been in a normal mother, son relationship I would not have accepted it, however, our circumstances had dramatically changed. Standing before him naked with his fingers inside me I could no longer view our relationship as normal, although I must admit that his coarseness turned me on a little, perhaps because I found him so domineering.

Standing naked in front of my son I felt no shame, in fact I felt nothing but excitement and unconditional love for him. Moving in front of me he dropped to his knees, I felt his warm breath on my pussy as he pressed his face between my legs, nuzzling and kissing finally feeling his tongue slip inside me. It was a wonderful feeling but that was not what I wanted at that point, therefore, I stood back and suggested that he stand up because it was my turn to undress him.

I wasn't as curious about his body as much as he was of mine, except when I came to take his boxers off. Often lately I had been curious what that garment was concealing and I was about to find out, and I was not disappointed. We stood naked facing each other taking in the sights, I was a little shocked when Carter began to massage his erection while he scanned my body. I gave him a playful slap on the wrists and told him that was my job. He moved towards me, took me in his arms and we kissed. I was very conscious that my breasts were being crushed and Carter's erection jabbing into me, all due to the closeness of our bodies. I wrapped an arm around his neck and a hand around his manhood guiding it towards the entrance to my pussy, whispering in his ear that I wanted his beast inside me. Easing myself onto him we remained still, unmoving, locked together, kissing and exploring each other's body, watching myself in the mirror as I placed a second arm around his neck. Carter's hands which had been resting on my hips slid down to grip and squeeze the cheeks of my ass, his fingers slipping deep between them until I felt him touching me, unable to delve deeper unless he penetrated my body.

It was a strange feeling but I didn't object or chastise him, in case at a later date I decided it was something that could be pleasurable. I enjoyed him caressing me but could never have believed that I would enjoy that type of invasive sex, especially with my son. If I thought it enjoyable, it could have only been because he was my son that made it more exciting. Finally I asked him to lay with me on the bed and make love to me, ignoring my request he pushed me up against the open bedroom door causing it to slam shut with me rammed against it and him ramming himself against me. Eyes closed, shoulders sliding up and down the bedroom door as I was forced against it, while Carter, his face and body perspiring freely, was humping me for all his worth. It had been ten years since being made love to, but it had never been as intense as it was with Carter. We both orgasmed, although not simultaneously, Carter shortly after me which was a surprise because I was expecting some sort of premature ejaculation, he must have been more experienced than I assumed. For Carter it seemed far more physical and I suspect exhausting, however, for me, except for my cries and convulsions when I cum there seemed little physical activity, but I also was shattered. We moved onto the bed lying naked and relaxed side by side recovering from our session of intense love making.