Son discovers mom is a hooker

"Wine !" smiled Ian "One of my long-standing fantasies is for you to have a mouthful of wine and for us to french-kiss - swilling it about for as long as we can."


'One of....' - just how many fantasies about her did her son have, wondered Susan. Was she ever going to stop him telling her what they all were ?
 
"Well you can get that one of your obsessed little brain of yours it's not going to happen" Susan said popping open the top and swigging mouthfulls right out the the bottle to speed up the effect of the pills
 
"Surely she can't be planning to sleep or pass out" thought Ian, "not with the mood she knows I am in."

He wondered whether now was the moment to list more of his fantasies about her. Open air sex, sleeping-bag sex,doctor and nurses roleplay, gangbang......"

Maybe not - she was already angry enough.
 
Susan looked at her son, "I'm going back upstairs to pass out and if I find any evidence that you raped me in my sleep I'm calling the cops and don't think I won't because rape is rape and you need to be taught a lesson and if you think I care if you tell them what I do for a living which can't be proved, I still don't care because all I would have to do is post bail."

Then she walked upstairs and collasped onto her bed.
 
Strong though the temptation was, Ian did not relish the thought of spending five years in jail known appropriaely as a motherfucking rapist.

A better ploy he thought was to prove he was not as bad as Suzy was painting him to be.

He did indeed follow her to her bed, climbing on it next to her but limited himself to placing an arm around her shoulder as he lay beside her and flicking the television on, volume very soft.

When she woke, he hoped she would be impressed at his self-restraint.

Two crap movies and three crap soaps later, Susan's slumbers stopped and she opened her eyes.
 
When she awoke she knew that he hadn't touched her.

"What are you doing in here, I'm not going to fuck you get that into your small brain Ian." She sneered.
 
"You looked so beautiful while you slept mom. You look so beautiful NOW. I don't see why you are being so mean to me. Just treat it as finishing off a professional assignment."
 
Susan laughed, "Mean, you tricked me into having sex with my own son and you call me mean, you pester and pester me trying to get me to do it again and you call me mean, besides you couldn't afford how much it would cost you now."
 
"So how much would it be ?" he asked like a shot, thinking he was getting somewhere and knowing his mother was unaware that over the last year he had made a tidy sum of money placing bets on football matches, having an uncanny knack of getting scores right most of the time.
 
"500,000 pounds" She smirked, knowing that there was no way he could get that kind of money before he turned eighteen and she could kick him out.
 
"Now you're just being silly. Silly Susan. Has a sort of ring to it. I've got a better idea. You let me finish the half hour that I already paid for and we'll never talk about it again. You can get on with your profession and I won't make any innuendo or snide comments. No more tricks. I've proved that I can be true to my word by not trying anything while you were asleep."

Suzy had to admit to herself that she would prefer not to spend the remainder of his youth looking over her shoulder, scared that he was about to try something. If she could really believe that this would be the final half-hour ever, perhaps it was the lesser of two evils.
 
Susan sighed, "Go get me the money you owe me then and another sleeping pill"

She wasn't going to coherent if she had to do this.
 
Ian gladly returned the money she had earlier thrust back at at him.

He passed her a pill and a glass of water. She did not thank him.

"Promise you'll at least talk to me until you fall asleep,mom" asked Ian, knowing it would take about 15-20 minutes for the pill to take effect - more maybe given how recently she had taken her last dose - so at least he could cram in a certain amount of the intercourse-chat that he craved so much.
 
"Fuck no" Susan gawffed taking a pill then reaching into her drawer for a bit of the rum she kept in a flask to speed up the process.

Soon she was half asleep. and very groggy
 
Groggy but awake enough to follow conversation. Ian led her by the hand to her bed, opened her gown and lay on his side.

"Lie down on your side facing me"

She did as asked.

Ian wriggled as close as he could. He placed her hand on his dick.

"Guide it in mom, and we'll embrace"
 
"Fuck you no" she siad letting go of his erection. She wasn't going to help him with this. She yawned and layed back on her back.
 
Ian didn't mind having to do the work for himself.

He mounted his mother and parted her legs, positioning himself between them.

He then rolled the pair of them onto their sides. She was lighter than he anticipated. He then placed his dick at Suzy's pussy mouth and slowly inserted himself.

She showed no reaction - not because she was passed out. To the contrary, she was aware of it all - but she did not want to encourage him.

"Aahh that's nice. Thank you. Now mom, tell me why you think I have been feeling the way I do about you - if I understand the reason, I may be able to stop feeling that way"

He figured (rightly) that if she thought it could offset any further sexual overtures, she would be more prepared to talk.
 
Susan kept her mouth shut she didn't want to encourage him she just wanted to get this the fuck over with so she could get on withher life
 
"Come on mom. 20 questions and 20 answers, then I'll pull out - my dick never to darken your pussy again."
 
"Fine but "yawn, "nothing that has to do with your mind because" yawn" I don't want to know what is going on in that sick thing.
 
"Ok....question one.....how many other men have put their willies where mine is now ?"
 
"Well, approximately ? And how many men on average have sex with you in a normal week ?"

God, her pussy felt so lovely around his dick. He was going to have to draw his twenty questions out for as long as possible, maybe even until she fell asleep - that way he would have an excuse for staying in her until she wokr up for the remainder of his queries.
 
OOC - I think this particular son is Ian, not Paul - lol

Ian gave a small circular grind of his cock inside her as he corrected her "I've been in you just less than 5 minutes mom - stop cheating."

Then he thought for a moment about what his third question should be.

"If I had told you my feelings instead of playing my trick on you, mom - how would you have dealt with it ?"
 
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