Mission Sylvia: Motherlode - Chapter Three: Friend of the Family

How can I describe that moment of utter, abject mortification? My head was spinning?or rather the universe was swirling around my head. My pulse was thumping. I could scarcely take in a breath as if I had a sack of concrete on my chest. I was awash in unreality.My mother was standing three feet from me, and me, stark naked. And she had been there for who knows how long, watching me perform lewd and degrading acts, fondling myself, penetrating my asshole with my finger, writhing in the throes of lascivious impulsions.I was aghast, but she, for her part, betrayed no sign of shock or repulsion or embarrassment?or disapproval of any kind. Rather, she smiled sweetly?as a mom who?s so proud of her little boy being all grown up. A mommy face, though not without an overlay of titillated libido.She was clearly enjoying my predicament, letting me stew a moment in the awkwardness, before speaking. ?Sweetheart,? she said, ?I like seeing you naked like that. It really suits you.?She sat down on the bed facing me, our knees touching. ?Do you have any idea what a beautiful man you are? Your young, hot, masculine body.? She was looking me in the eyes, her eyes lit up. ?Mmm, good enough to eat.? She giggled. ?Speaking of which?? She dropped her gaze down to my lap, where my hands still lay across my naughty bits. Gently, she reached down, a finger on each wrist, and pulled my hands apart. I offered no resistance.I swallowed hard as she checked out my equipment. I became aware of a soft buzz in my balls, in welcome of the attention.She inhaled deeply. ?Oh, my, Martin! Have you ever wondered how endowed you are, compared to other men??Wow, was I really chatting with my mother about the size of my cock? ?I don?t know,? I replied sheepishly. ?I always figured about average.?Mom let out a laugh, before covering her mouth to stifle it. ?Um, no, honey. I mean I?d love it if average were that big. But, no, there?s nothing remotely average about your penis. You might say, in the genetic lottery, you hit the jackpot.?I was stupefied. ?Really???Oh, hell yeah. And by the way, you?re welcome.??Obviously,? she continued, with a wicked smile, ?a play toy you know how to have fun with. Really amazing technique, too. My guess is you?ve been carefully taught. Hmm? By someone older and wiser, more experienced? And I imagine you?ve had plenty of practice on his cock. Probably lots of others. Am I right??I was flabbergasted she could think such a thing. ?No! God, no, Mom. It?s just been me, playing with myself.??In that case, you?re obviously a natural talent. The style. The creativity. I have to tell you I got so turned on watching you make love with yourself. I don?t know the last time I was that wet.?My face was burning.?You look embarrassed, sweetheart. You needn?t be. But? on the other hand, maybe don?t fight it. Let yourself feel, revel in it. Be present with every sensation, every delicious feeling. Are you experiencing shame??I nodded yes.Mom chuckled. ?That?s part of the reward of exposing yourself, isn?t it? The excitement mixed with humiliation. That degradation and gratification at the same time. Am I right??I knew deep inside she was spot on, though I could never have expressed those things myself.?That?s the fun, isn?t it, of being an exhibitionist. When your plan succeeds, I mean, like today, your clever plan to expose yourself to your mother.?I tried to protest. ?No, I? I???How are you enjoying the results so far? I mean, are you having as much fun as I am???No. God, no, Mom. I didn?t? You weren?t supposed to? I mean, I saw you drive off.She shook her head. ?Oh, Martin. I don?t suppose that?s the oldest trick in the book, but it?s pretty classic. How do I manage to get ?caught,? but make it look like an accident. Plausible deniability: oh, no, it never occurred to me you might have forgotten something and popped back in.?I couldn?t argue. I had actually tried that several times before. Only, not this time. Not consciously anyway.?You have to know how often that happens to me. It was my coupons, this time. I had a whole stack ready but left them on the kitchen counter.??I see.??Anyway, I?m glad your plan worked today, so we could have this little face-to-face. We?ve known of your exhibitionistic orientation, bursa escort of course. Me, I?m more of a voyeur. Pretty convenient arrangement, don?t you think? I like to watch, and you like being watched. Up to now, we couldn?t really act on it, you and I, with you being underage and all. It?s all different now, as of two days ago. So, here we are, a grown man, and a grown woman in a sexually charged situation. It?s funny; one little birthday, and it all becomes just fine.??Except, you?re my mother.? Odd that it was me making the point.?Oh, the incest thing? I?ve always thought that was a completely artificial, pointless rule. Don?t you agree? If we were talking about you and me breeding, of course, that would be different.? She laughed at the notion. I didn?t pursue it. I had another thought weighing on me.?Mom, you said I was an exhibitionist???Well, you are naked.??Okay, fair enough. Only, you said, 'we?ve known?'??Your dad and I, yes.??But? how???Well, Martin, then there?s your habit of slipping out at night and wandering the neighborhood in the nude.?Oh my god, you know about that??She laughed. ?For nearly two years now. Yes. One of the neighbors told us.?I buried my face in my hand. ?Someone saw me???That?s the idea, right???No, not really? that is kind of, yeah. It?s complicated. Who was it???Mr. Adkins, next door. He said he wasn?t upset about it; just figured we ought to know. Besides, he seemed to be? how shall I put this? Favorably inclined.??What do you mean by that???Attracted. He kept complimenting your body.??Maybe you?re not into older men. I mean he?s probably in his late fifties?.??I can?t believe you?re saying this. I?m not into men at all, young or old.?All right, honey. I?m just saying, keep an open mind, that?s all. Now that you?re an adult, why not have some fun exploring your options? Haven?t you ever fantasized about another guy? Masturbated for a man, once or twice???God, no. Never!??Hmm. That?s unusual. Most guys do just a little. In any case, it?s a good bet Mr. Adkins masturbates for you.?I was dumbfounded.?In any case, it?s pretty clear who does turn you on. These are nice pictures, mmm, Sylvia Raleigh.? She gathered up all ten. ?They?re all of her. All Sylvia, all the time. Today, anyway.? She glanced down at my lockbox on the floor, the lid open, my pictures and magazines visible. ?Looks like you do enjoy a healthy variety of interests. Anyway, Sylvia Raleigh. Goddamn, I can?t say as I?d blame you; she?s one fucking hot young woman. It?s not surprising you?d enjoy having an orgasm while looking at her pictures.?I just sighed.?Which? of course, I spoiled by surprising you. For that, I really do have to apologize. It certainly wasn?t my intent. I mean, it looked like you were about to erupt any second? which I was really looking forward too. Damn, I really love to watch a man getting himself off. Here, let me make it up to you. It shouldn?t be difficult for you to get hard again. I can help. I hold up her pictures for you, and you can talk dirty about everything you?ve dreamed of doing to her.?I had to admit I liked the sound of her idea. ?Sure,? I said. ?Why not???Good,? she said. ?Do you have a favorite? I like this one. The way it shows off her beautiful lips. I imagine she?s an amazing kisser, eh???Um, well. To tell you the truth. I?ve never had a chance to kiss her.??Had the chance? Of course, you?ve had the chance. You?ve gone out I don?t know how many times.??I know. I only mean. She and I have never kissed. I?ve never tried. I was too???Shy??I nodded. ?Scared stiff.??I?ll bet you were stiff. Does being aroused make you extra bashful???Maybe that?s it.??So, you two went out Saturday night. I was imagining you got some nice birthday sex.??No way. Not even close.??She didn?t? blow out your candle? I thought that was her special birthday treat. Her own term for it. That?s what her mother told me, anyway.?I sat there stunned. In my mind, Sylvia was this unapproachable goddess, pure and virginal. Clearly, I had been living a major miscalculation. ?Blowing out my candle???Her head is quite extraordinary, apparently.??Her head?? I replied, a tad confused. ?Of course, it is. Her IQ has to be sky-high. She was class valedictorian, you know.??Honey,? bursa escort bayan Mom said giving me a look. ?Head, as in oral sex.?I sat there dazed. ?Oral sex. Sylvia. I could have had Sylvia Raleigh sucking my cock.??Let?s go with that thought. Here, look at her here and imagine those lovely lips wrapping themselves around your big, hard dick. Hmm. Looks like it?s not cooperating just yet, but I?m sure you know how to give it a little jump start.?Obediently, I took hold of my limp member and fixed my attention on the close-up of Sylvia?s face.??That?s good, sweetheart. Now imagine you and Sylvia sitting in her living room. She starts unzipping your pants. She pulls out your little tower of power. ?Why didn?t you tell me you were such a big boy?? she says. You say something like, ?Glad you like it.? She says, ?I just hope you know what the right thing to do with it is.? You think you do, but you ask her: ?What?s the right thing to do with it?? She looks you in the eyes and says, ?Put it in my mouth.??Oh, god!? I said, jerking hard, trying to get my erection back. Failing. ?Oh, please! I want it. Why can?t I get hard???Hmm. I?m not sure. Can?t you focus on the fantasy???That?s just it, Mom. I?m thinking about what might have been, had I not been so stupid! I don?t know if I can even get an erection right now.??I?m sure that?s not true. But maybe we?d better give Sylvia a rest for the moment. What about? Betty? Do you still masturbate for her???Sometimes. Not as much as when we were dating, but yeah, of course, she still turns me on.??You have some pictures? Yes, here?s one. Why not tell me some hot details? I bet we get your tail wagging in no time. You were together, what, a couple of years? You must have fucked a lot of times.??Actually? no. I hate to tell you, Mom, but I?ve never actually had sex, sexual intercourse, I mean???You?re a virgin? I wouldn?t have guessed that. Surely, you?ve had your cock sucked, though.??Yeah, Betty sucked me a lot of times.??And you returned the favor right? Went down on her, too? Maybe some sixty-nine??Um. No. I never did that???Sounds like Betty had a pretty neglected pussy, eh? No tongue. No cock.??When you put it that way???Never mind. Sounds like you have some unfinished business with Betty, but we can leave that for later. We?re trying to get you an orgasm. I?d say we?d better pass on Betty, too. Who else have you got in there?? She rifled through the stash in the strongbox. ?Let?s try some magazines. You?ve been hiding these for a long time, apparently.?What could I say? I was busted. ?Um, yeah, you could say that.? I had a lot more issues hidden elsewhere, but I kept this handful of favorites close at hand for inspiration: half a dozen Playboys, a couple of Penthouses, and the recent Oui with Sylvia Kristel on the cover.She picked up the Oui. ?My god, she is gorgeous. I hadn?t seen this cover. Well, probably not Emmanuelle right now, eh? Funny though her name being Sylvia, and she looks so much like your Sylvia.?I had to agree?for the moment. ?Yeah, probably not.??Anyway, it looks like Playboy is your favorite.??Yes, it is.? I wasn?t sure how Mom was reacting to finding my stash of porn. But the day was becoming full of surprises.?Good taste. Very classy and extremely sexy. Without doubt, the most beautiful women in the world. And the nude photography is always exquisite.??You? you like Playboy, too??She smiled and said nothing for a moment as if she were pondering her answer. Then apparently making up her mind, she responded: ?Yes, I do, for reasons I?ve mentioned, but also? for some personal reasons I haven?t. There?s something about your mother you?ve never known, but you?re old enough now.??What? Tell me.??I take it you?ve never looked at the really old issues, from the magazine?s first year.??No, I can?t say that I have. The used bookstore has some back copies, including some of those, I?m sure. But they?re wrapped in plastic, the really old ones, and I couldn?t really look through them. Anyway, those vintage ones cost a fortune. Why???November 1954, in particular. You might find a surprise inside.??Like what?? Then it hit me. ?Oh my god, you don?t mean???That?s right, sweetheart. I had the honor of appearing as Playmate of the escort bursa month, November 1954. I guess I?ve got more than a little exhibitionism in me, too. God, that was one of the best experiences of my life.??I can?t believe it???You can?t believe I could be a Playboy Playmate??Actually, it made all kinds of sense in the world. Mom was gorgeous. Huge breasts. ?I didn?t mean?? Then I stared directly at her breasts. ?Actually, Mom? I absolutely believe it.?Mom looked down at her breasts and then back up at me. ?Thank you, sweetheart.? Her expression showed how much she appreciated the compliment.Still, I could hardly wrap my head around the revelation. I knew where I was going, next chance I had. If the bookstore had that back vintage copy, I was buying it, no matter how much it cost.?Again, that?s not the point right now. The job at hand is to find a girl who will give you a boner, so you can have your fun, and can have fun watching.?It made sense. Not one of the six centerfolds had ever failed me.Only, as Mom took me through each issue, one by one, looking at all the incredible pictorials of stunning women, with special emphasis on the foldout, nothing seemed to work. I started to worry I might be going impotent. At eighteen, for crying out loud! Then it hit me what was going on inside: I couldn?t stop imagining my mother in a centerfold spread. Twenty-two years ago, when she was twenty-two?half her age. Now, in her mid-forties Mom was smoking hot. Imagine what she was like in her early twenties!It was no wonder I couldn?t get into the women on the pages of my magazines, incredible as they were. Mom, too, was mystified by my lack of response to abundant stimulation. I continued wanking, or trying to, as Mom took me through the Playboys and then the two Penthouse issues. But no joy.?Is it me, honey? Do you need me to leave and give you privacy??Oh, god, no. I wanted her there, watching. I was dying to jerk off, and ejaculate, in front of her. ?No, Mom. Please, don?t go. Stay. I?ll get there. I promise.?She looked down at the strongbox, at the bare bottom. What more could we use? I knew, of course, that it was a false bottom, covering a small hidden compartment. I was glad my mother didn?t know about it; I didn?t want her seeing what was deep down inside. That would be? a step too far.?Nothing left in the box, anyway,? she said. ?Too bad. I guess we?ll have to think of something else.?I nodded. Relieved she hadn?t figured out the secret.?Unless you?ve got something in the very bottom,? she said to my horror. ?You know about the false bottom and everything, don?t you??I started to panic. Of course. Mom and Dad had given me the strongbox for Christmas when I was twelve. They had to know all its secrets. If only? if only Mom didn?t know that to open it, you had to??You just press on the two corners here, and?? Open it popped.?There?s nothing worth looking at in there,? I tried, vainly.?Hmm. Sounds like some deep dark secret. Well, we need a secret weapon about now.?Inside was a thin stack, three manilla envelopes with some 8x5 glossies on top. The photos were no problem. The envelopes, that was another matter?especially the very bottom. I told myself I had to perform before she got to the bottom. At all costs.She pulled out the glossies. ?Some movie stars. Nice.??Yes, just some photos I?ve collected.Mom looked through them. ?Let?s see who we?ve got. Let me know if we hit a winner. Oh, Sofia Loren! Look at that cleavage. And Vivien Leigh. Wow, from Gone with the Wind. Oh, she is absolutely gorgeous. And who is this? She was in so many films. What was her name? Oh, yes, Maureen O?Hara. Yes, she?s magnificent... those huge breasts.??Sofia,? I told mom. ?I?m going to do Sofia Loren.??Works for me. She?s one of the greatest beauties of all time. Interesting choice, after a box full of sexy nude women. These ladies are classic beauties, but not exactly sex stars. But I?m game. You have fantasies of fucking Sofia Loren???Yes. Definitely.? I did, but no kind of particular fixation. I just had to keep her out of the envelopes.?Tell me the details.?I tried. I made things up on the spot. Things I wanted to do to the gorgeous Italian star. I was hoping some wild sex talk would make up for the real problem. Still, it didn?t work.Despite my efforts to keep her from going there, Mom?s eyes wandered back to the box?where the manilla envelopes were.She pulled out the top one and undid the clasp. Out slid three photos.?These are nice....