Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2016 16:52:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: cuckold me <cuckoldme90@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The leather mother. Bisexual adult youth

			    The Leather Mother

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 Looking back now I feel so dumb, that I did not pick up on the signs
earlier. Let me explain. I am Josie a 44 year old divorced mother who had
her son late in life. I had given up so much for my career and was now the
head solicitor in my practice.

 My life had just become humdrum, cases that no longer challenged me and
coming home to the same old existence. A son on his computer a ready meal
and some old crap on the tv and a few to many gin and tonics. And back to
the same the next day.

 Sex was none existent as no one at work interested me and I never had the
chance to socialise outside of work. I had urges of course, but being tired
after work, and having a teenage son in the house. Well I guess the spaces
between masturbation sessions 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 dressing was the norm for women in business and at that time
I wore a lot of leather. Leather skirts and satin blouses with a tailored
jacket were my normal attire with sometimes a nice pair of boots.

 My husband at the time 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 work or play that it was at this time hubby began to lose interest in
me and found a young bimbo to fuck.

 The signs I kept missing were that all my leather items were usually kept
right at the back of the large wardrobe in my bedroom. But they kept being
brought nearer the front. 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 jacket in a nostalgic haze? 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 shower to put some life back in
to my body. As I showered, I remembered the trap I had set in the wardrobe.

 Washing my body as I thought about the trap, I noticed that my nipples
were getting sensitive and hard. Was I really getting turned on, and hoping
that it was my son moving my clothes? I just had to find out, in a rare
moment of sexual excitement, I rushed out of the shower and dried myself
off.

 Putting my towelling robe on, I rushed to my bedroom. Nervously I opened
the wardrobe doors. I was bowled over with emotions when I saw one of my
sexiest leather skirts right at the front. It was a knee length pencil
skirt which I always felt sexy in, as it held my bottom in a nice shape and
showed of my figure 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 feel and
touch of leather? Or was it the idea of me wearing it?

 I nipped downstairs and got an ice cold bottle of vodka from the fridge
putting it in an ice bucket. As I returned to my room I walked past my sons
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 father in having a fetish for leather or was he
interested in me sexually.

 I slipped off my robe and picked out the newest leather to make it to the
front of the wardrobe. My idea was to look for any tell tale signs of my
son leaving his mark on the soft leather. At this moment I had a feeling of
desperation to find a spunk mark on the skirt. But I found nothing.

 I felt ashamed for feeling like that, but the feel and smell of the
leather was starting to bring back sexy memories and feelings.  I brought
the skirt up to my nose to inhale its aroma brushing my nipples with it as
I did. The feeling of leather on my nipples sent a shockwave through my
body, and I shuddered.

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

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

 I turned around and looked at myself in the wardrobe mirror. Wow I thought
I have still got it. Bearing in mind I had, had a hard day and was wearing
no make 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 time. I guess it was all coming to a head now or
I would not be getting excited about spying on my son, and trying to see
his cock.

 I heard Steve's door open and the bathroom door 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 cold glass. In between sipping my drink I
licked the end of my dildo.

 I noticed the steam stop coming from the shower, and realised my heart was
pounding. This was definitely the most perverted thing I had ever done.

 The shower door opened, and there was my darling son, all naked and
glistening wet. I could only dream that he would have a big cock.  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 close to ten inches
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 bathroom. I typed incest stories into my browser and soon
found what I was looking for. As I read the stories I imagined that it was
Steve and I as the characters.

 I positioned myself above my dildo and began to ride it hard thinking of
what my sons cock would feel like deep in my pussy. My need 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 biggest orgasms of my life I calmed down, still stroking
my pussy lightly. I thought about how I would get to find out what was
getting into Steve's mind and came up with a plan. The first thing I did
was to email my secretary to tell her I would not be in the next day.

 I fell into a fitful sleep, dreams of a sexual nature going around and
around my head. I got up and showered, dressing as if I was going to
work. I gave Steve the customary peck on the head and said goodbye and left
the house.

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

 I looked around the house to make sure Steve was not there, and went and
pulled out all of my leather outfits, chucking them on to the bed. Just for
the kinkiness of it I took off my skirt and replaced it with a leather mini
skirt. Slipping it up my stockinged legs.

 My next mission was to look at Steve's computer. I soon got past his
password which surprise, surprise was leather. I looked in his documents
folder and found scores of pictures of older women in leather and other
fetish outfits. 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 history. 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 whole host of sites, there were several mom, son stories
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 past any
passwords. I looked at his profile and found several pictures he had taken
of my leather clothing. No doubt he was sharing these pics 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 list of past chats 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 boys were infatuated by their mothers. "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 photos of my
leather outfits.

 I know I should have been disgusted, but I was both turned on and
flattered that these two young men thought of me as a sexy woman. You can
guess at what their chat was like, all about wanting to bang their mothers,
and each others mother.

 After another good cum, I made sure everything was back in its place and
left his room. Back in my room I bagged up all of my leather and drove to
the dry cleaners to have them all cleaned. I even took the kinky
leather. The person who served me would just have to deal with it. I wanted
to have the real smell 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 films. I also bought some leather bondage gear, and
some bits I thought might suit Steve.  A few more toys were added and I
loaded them into my car.

 Lunch was in order, so I took time out in a nice restaurant, and had a
leisurely lunch. A good walk in the park afterwards gave me time to think
about things and decide if I was doing the right thing.

 I reached home about the time that I usually did, and noticed a terrible
atmosphere. Steve hardly said anything at the dinner table, and I only got
a few grunts for the rest of the evening. As well as hearing him slam his
bedroom door when he went upstairs. It took me a while for it to click as
to why he was in such a bad mood with me.

 Steve must have gone into my wardrobe to do his clothes moving hint and
found that all the leather was missing. He must have 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 quick and I was soon in the dry cleaners picking up my
clothing the smell was wonderful. I also bought some cream for cleaning my
boots, and thought that Steve would enjoy that job.

 I drove 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
glass of wine to steady my nerves. 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.

 Back in my room I dropped my robe and slipped on a simple black satin
chemise. I then looked through my leather skirts, and chose a black one
that came to mid-thigh. I pulled the cold leather up my legs 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 choice was the boots 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 heels, and came just below my knees. I put on some make-up and took a
look in the mirror. For posterity I took a selfie of my reflection in the
mirror.

 I took a deep breath and a last slug of my wine, and walked down the
stairs. I enjoyed the sound 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
dishes and my heart pounding.

 It was now or never, another deep breath, and I turned the handle 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 heels click clacked on the
tiles and I saw Steve spin around at the sound. And saw his eyes become
full with lust.

 I made a big show of bending over to reach for the wine bottle, wriggling
my ass at Steve as I did.  I filled my glass, and nervously turned
around. Steve was like a cliché, his tongue was almost hanging out and
his eyes 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 effect 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 lucky 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 follow me
instead of going to his room and playing with his pc.

 I sat along the sofa, 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 wine bottle and another glass. On his return I told
him to refill my glass and pour himself one too. His hand shook as he tried
to pour mine, which I found so cute.

 Steve sat in the chair opposite as I flicked through the channels. I could
see, and sense his eyes on me all the time, and at my every move. I made
him refill my glass again, and decided to make my move.
 "Well hun it doesn't look like there is much on the tv tonight do you mind
if I watch a dvd?"

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

 "Well 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 hint?"

Steve went bright red, but to his credit replied.
 "Well mom to be honest I have found you to be so attractive for quite a
while now, and when I went snooping and found your leather clothes. Well
you just became such a fantasy 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 wank
that cock that is getting so hard now as you thought about your mom dressed
like a slut?"

 He nodded not meeting my eyes. I decided to tease him further.
 "You dirty bastard, come here and take off your jeans and boxers and get
over my lap. You not too young to get a spanking from your mother"

 Steve stood right in front of me, he almost had a smirk on his face,
thinking he would surprise me with the size of his cock. He obviously did
not know I had spied on him in the shower. He slid his jeans down his legs
and stepped out of them, now he just had on his boxers, which showed a nice
outline and a small wet spot at the end of his cock. I pulled the boxers
down exposing his hard large cock.

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

 Once I could feel his cock through the leather of my boots I decided it
was time for a chat.
 "Steve darling very slowly, I want you to fuck my boots" I saw his eyes
widen at the sound of me using the "fuck" word.  "Well Steve here we are
doing what I am sure neither of us thought would ever happen in a million
years. But there has to be a few ground rules. Firstly, you are to take off
any passwords on your pc and never clear the history. It made mommy wet,
reading what you had written. And you must not ever show my face when you
share my pictures. Lastly keep your mouth shut we could be put in prison
for this, keep quiet, and mommy will be the slut you always fantasised
about. Deal?"

 Steve nodded his agreement, so I upped the anti. "Now stand up and let
mommy taste that wonderful cock."

 Steve stood up close to my face and the cock bobbed across my face. I was
so turned on, I felt so alive, so naughty, and oh so slutty. I took hold of
his cock and brought it to my lips, 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 young man like him should not take too long to
recover.

 I marvelled at his cock now I was so close to it. It was indeed a ten
incher. "Oooh what a lucky slutty mommy" I thought as I sealed my ruby lips
around the big crimson cockhead.

 I could smell the aroma 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 fuck just my lips for now. I could feel more pre cum drip onto my
tongue as I did this. I was in heaven, and buzzing as it was so sexy and
depraved.

 I began to slide my lips up and down Steve's cock, taking him further and
further into my mouth. I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment "when
you are ready to cum force your cock as deep down mommy'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 pussy. I felt his cock starting to pulse and knew it wouldn't be
long now.

 Steve put his hands on the back of my head, and I took a deep breath,
ready for him to force me to deep throat him. Then it happened, he pushed
my head towards his groin. I tried to gag, spittle came out of the corners
of my mouth, 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 nose, but still not getting enough
oxygen. I do not know whether it was that, or the depravity of it all but I
was getting light headed.

 Just as I thought I was going to pass out with my son bucking his groin
against my face. Cock to the hilt in my face, Steve began to cum. And it
was not just that little bit that my ex hubby used to produce. It was lots,
and I mean lots.

 There was so much and it was coming out so quick that I couldn't swallow
fast enough some went up my nose and some exploded out of my sealed
lips. Still Steve's cock pulsed and gave out its stream of cum.

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

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

 I got Steve to get another bottle of wine ready and went to freshen up my
make-up. I wiped the cum off my clothes and face, with my fingers and could
not resist eating all the cum from them. I washed my face and decided to
redo my make up into a real slutty look.

 I decided as no subterfuge was needed any more, I would go for the full
slut look. I put on one of my leather miniskirts and a leather vest,
spending a while with a silver gel pen writing "slut mommy" on it in big
letters.

 I covered the ruined cum stained stockings by putting on my thigh
boots. Satisfied, and after taking another picture, I returned to the
lounge. I gave Steve one of his presents from the sex shop, and asked him
to put it on. It was a nice pair of leather shorts, 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 bodies. Soon I judged that Steve had recovered enough from the blow
job I had given him earlier, so I stroked his cock 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 aroma from the leather shorts as well as
my pussy. His cock too, tasted different then I remembered that I was
tasting a mixture of his sperm, and my pussy 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
years of abstinence would hurt, but I was so high on depravity that I
wanted it to hurt.
 "Ok big boy, time to give your mother the fucking 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 cunt as I now thought of it.
 "Right ready slutty mom? I am going to give you the fucking a naughty slut
like you deserves"

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

 Steve thrust his hips into me forcing his big cock deep into my pussy in
one go. I gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his cock forced my
cunt apart.

 I had never taken such a big cock before, and the pain was almost
unbearable. My breathing grew ragged as Steve picked up the pace. His groin
slapped against mine. Sweat grew on his brow as he inhaled the smell of my
boots resting on his shoulder. I think this spurred him on to really fuck
me hard and fast. The pain was giving away to pleasure now, despite me
seeing a little blood coming from my pussy. I was nearing my orgasm and
from the pulsing I could feel, so was Steve.

 I have always found it very rare to cum at the same time as a partner 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 pussy 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 cock out
which felt exquisite with the suction as he removed it from its rightful
place.

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

 We kissed and drank our wine as we toasted the changes in our
relationship. We were both exhausted, so taking hold of his cock I pulled
him along to the shower where we stripped, and washed each other. We shared
my bed for the first time that night and many nights after that.