Message-ID: <29316asstr$984211802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Scorpio00155 X-Original-Message-ID: <3AC2280F@MailAndNews.com> X-InterChange-Posted-By: scorpio00155@MailAndNews.com X-EXP32-SerialNo: 50000000 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} More Than She Bargained For (mF, inc, moth-son) Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 03:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates More Than She Bargained For By Scorpio00155(c) "God! How could we have forgotten?" Tom, my husband, cursed as he paced around the bedroom while I lay watching him filled with the afterglow that good sex always leaves in me for hours. It was a Friday morning and, coincidentally, our only son Paul's 15th birthday, it was this we had forgotten in all the helter-skelter of moving into a new house the day before, in a new town, in a different part of the country. Still, even though things had been hectic for the past couple of months I felt guilty at having not found time to even buy a card for our son's birthday. "Tom," I sighed sitting up, "Paul will understand and we can make it up to him tomorrow." "Helen, you forget," Tom sighed, "I'm the resident this weekend, we've today or a whole week to go before we can celebrate." "Damn!" I cursed softly. That was the worst part of having a surgeon for a husband, the periods he spent on call at the hospital, it meant sleeping alone two nights a month, more if things were busy and Tom got called in. The worst of it was that there would be no time to shop that day between unpacking, dealing with carpet fitters, furniture deliveries and sorting out the house, thankfully we had done our grocery shopping on the way to the house. Sighing I reluctantly slid out of bed, my husband's eyes followed me hungrily as I crossed the room to where my clothes lay strewn across a packing case. "You are a gorgeous hunk of womanhood," Tom grinned as I slid into my panties, "I could watch you all day given the chance." I smiled at him as I continued dressing, it did my ego the power of good to have him make such comments, and at 37 I was still proud to have a figure that echoed my younger days. Something Tom was never backwards in reminding me. "Perhaps" I said as I bent to put my trainers on, "we could order a meal in from a local take-away. It would be better than nothing." Dressed in Jeans, T-shirt and trainers I straightened and prepared to face the hectic day ahead as Tom agreed with my suggestion, though I saw he felt it was not enough. Arm in arm we left the room and sauntered downstairs for breakfast before the day's work began. "Morning mum, morning dad." Paul's voice sounded cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen catching us kissing. "Morning son." Tom grinned disentangling himself from me. "Morning Paul," I grinned impishly, "and happy birthday." "Yes, happy birthday Paul." Tom smiled, "And an apology, we've been so busy we didn't have time to get you anything." "Don't worry about it dad," Paul smiled, even though I could sense some disappointment in him, "it has been a bit hectic of late." We settled down to breakfast as we girded our loins for the day ahead, our conversation light and breezy while outside the weather was dark and dreary. Promptly at nine the carpet fitters turned up to lay the new carpets throughout the house, surprisingly the men working on the job did not reflect the usual British workman's attitude of taking things slow and easy. Six of them laboured over the house, measuring cutting and laying almost without pause. From time to time I brought them refreshments and after one of those periods Tom laughingly pointed out the admiring glances the fitters gave me each time I passed. "Maybe you ought to pass their way more often." He laughed. Punching him playfully on the arm I laughed with him while at the same time feeling proud that I could still turn men's heads at my age. A little after midday the carpets were laid and the workmen on their way. As they left the furniture van bringing our new household furniture arrived, it was two hours early, but with the carpets down that was fine with us. Out with the old and in with the new; beds, suites, wardrobes, all were removed and the new ones put in their places, until by two in the afternoon this task had been completed. As soon as the deliverymen had gone we set to unpacking the packing cases dotted around the house. With the three of us beavering away this final task went quickly, though it would have gone even quicker if Tom hadn't taken every chance to touch me up as we worked. Not that I really minded, but as the time passed I grew more and more excited by his brief gropes, cuddles and kisses. More than once I noticed Paul watching these momentary pauses with a huge grin, for some reason I felt even more excited by the knowledge that my son was watching me getting touched up. It was very clear to me that Tom was feeling randy, his touches grew firmer as the afternoon passed, at one point he came up behind me as I was leaning into a packing case. I gave a little squeal of surprise when I felt his hands squeeze my boobs as his body pressed to my back, giggling like a young school girl I pushed back against him and felt the hardness of his cock press at my buttocks. Raising my head I found myself looking into Paul's eyes as he watched his father and mother, "playing", I grinned at him and rolled my eyes and Paul laughed, shook his head and went back to delving into a crate. "Tom," I said in mock severity, "if you don't stop that we'll never get done." Tom laughed, gave my boobs another squeeze and moved away from me as Paul's laughter came across the room. "I think" Paul grinned straightening with a wisp of material in his hand, "this crate should have gone in your bedroom." With his words I recognised the thing he held as being one of my collection of lingerie, they'd all been put into the same crate and Paul was right, the crate should have been placed in our bedroom. Tom laughed and commented that Paul should, "dig deeper" to find the "real saucy stuff" as I blushed slightly at the thought that my toys were also in the same crate. Instead of delving Paul looked at the garment in his hand, looked at me, grinned and put it back in the packing case. "I'll leave that one till last then dad." Paul quipped as he moved to another crate. It was five p.m. when we finished unpacking all but that one packing case; the plan was to take it upstairs later where Tom and I could unpack it. It needed no real thought to know that Tom would be enjoying that as he loved me in my lingerie and my pussy grew damp at the thought of what would follow once the crate was unpacked. "Not much of a birthday for you son." Tom commented as we sank into the new chairs for a brief rest. "What do you mean dad?" Paul asked in puzzlement. "Having to work so hard." I smiled from the comfort of the couch. "Oh I don't mind," Paul smiled gently, "at least it's all done and over with. Anyway, it was quite entertaining." Tom laughed while I stuck my tongue out at Paul then grinned cheekily at him. Still laughing Tom suggested ordering in a special meal to at least make up some of the disappointment of the day. Luckily the previous house owner had left the local phone books behind when they had moved out, it didn't take Tom long to find a restaurant that delivered and place an order. "It will be here in an hour." Tom said as he replaced the receiver, "Just time for us to get changed." "Changed?" Paul responded. "We can't celebrate all scruffed up as we are." Tom grinned, "I suggest a quick shower and a change into celebration togs." "Well I claim first use of the shower!" I laughed jumping to my feet. "We'll save time if I do your back!" Tom laughed as he jumped up and chased me from the room. That shower was a delight, Tom not only cleaned my back he cleaned me all over, his hands soft and sensuous as he cleaned the grime of the day from my body. Mind you I returned the favour and we were both in an advanced state of excitement when we finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped towels around our bodies and headed for our room. Paul was heading for the bathroom as we emerged; as he shut the door behind him he made a cheeky comment about us having, "enjoyed" our "playtime". Laughing Tom and I went into our room to finish drying and dress, there being little time for more though we both knew that we'd be having fun later. "Pity all the good stuff is downstairs." Tom commented as he watched me put on a pair of panties. "We'd never get out of this room if it wasn't, you randy sod." I grinned at him as I slid a bra up my arms. "True." Tom smiled wistfully, "Mind you, I'm looking forward to getting a fashion show later." Then Tom frowned, stepping into a garter belt I wondered what had caused this, his response when I asked him was a smile and a shake of the head. "Just a daft idea." He said, "Forget it." Sitting down I picked up a stocking and started sliding it up my leg at the same time pressing my husband about the idea that had caused him to frown. "I just wondered if Paul would like to see your fashion show as his birthday present." Tom replied at last, "See, a daft idea." Clipping the stocking to the suspenders I thought about his words, much to my surprise I was finding I had no objections to the idea, quite the opposite in fact. I felt a secret thrill at the idea of giving both the men in my life a fashion show of my sexy lingerie. Picking up my other stocking I smiled up at Tom. "I don't think it's a daft idea." I said softly as I slid the material up my leg, "Besides, Paul's seen us both naked so seeing me dressed won't make a lot of difference. I'm willing to do it, it's up to you." "There's dressed and 'dressed'," Tom laughed, "your lingerie certainly comes under the 'dressed' category. Let's do it, heck it's quite titillating thinking my son will be ogling his mum at her raunchiest best." "In which case," I laughed in reply, "while you are washing up after dinner I'll slip up and put some war-paint on. I can change behind that mock Chinese screen in the living room, if you set it up for me that is." Our plans made we headed downstairs where Paul joined us a few minutes later, once more catching us having a kiss and a cuddle. The food arrived a short while later and over dinner we laughed and joked, our banter bordered on the bawdy, which with what Tom and I had planned for later matched the mood perfectly. Though Paul and I drank wine with our meal Tom had coke since he was on emergency call, with only two of us drinking I soon felt a merry buzz from the wine that added to the excitement I had been feeling all day. When the meal was over I slipped upstairs to put on my make-up leaving Tom and a mystified Paul to clear up the plates and set up my 'changing area'. As I applied eyeliner I wondered if Tom would tell Paul what was happening or surprise him, I smiled at my reflection at the sure knowledge that Tom would not tell our son what was going on until the very last moment. It took me twenty minutes to get made up to my satisfaction, I'd decided to have a mix of demure and erotic, hence my rouge and eye shadow was light while the lipstick was a deep, rich red. Making my way downstairs I saw Paul sipping a glass of an amber liquid through the living room doorway. He looked my way as I entered and smiled over the rim of his glass. "You look pretty mum," he commented at my make-up, "what's the occasion?" "That would be telling." I grinned mischievously. I have to admit that I was really looking forward to showing off my things to Paul, I was looking forward even more to the attentions Tom would be paying me after the show. My pussy grew wet at the thought of what was to come later. Smiling I took the drink Tom held out to me and gulped it down, handing the empty glass back to him I winked at Paul and headed towards the screen. "Let's get this show on the road boys." I grinned as I moved out of their view. As I quickly stripped down to just my stockings I could hear Tom telling Paul about his birthday treat, my son's response was at first disbelieve. Once Tom had convinced him it was not a joke Paul's reaction pleased and thrilled me. "Oh boy," he enthused, "this is almost like having a wish granted!" Quickly I delved into the packing case containing my outfits, lying them out in the order I wanted to wear them took a few moments, but it wasn't too long before I reached for the first item. I'd decided to start with the least revealing of the outfits, a simple body shaper that although revealing nothing hugged me in all the right places to emphasise what I had, black self grip stockings and a pair of black high heels completed the ensemble. "Are you two ready?" I said loudly as I felt my excitement growing. "Ready and rearing in anticipation." Tom replied cheekily Laughing I stepped from behind the screen and moved across the room towards them, both my men had sat themselves in the armchairs so I stopped in front of the couch, turned to face them and struck a pose. Hands on hips, head tilted back, legs slightly parted I stood there and smiled at my husband and my son. "Happy birthday Paul," I smiled, "I hope you enjoy the show." "I sure will." Paul breathed in reply as his eyes followed every contour of my body, "You really look fantastic mum." Perhaps I should have felt at least surprised by my son's reactions to seeing me clad as I was, but I truly felt complimented by his attention. Even more exciting was the hungry look in my husband's eyes, as he looked me up and down, a quick glance showed me the growing bulge of his cock in his trousers. Glancing at my son's crotch I was stunned to see signs of growing life there, stunned and excited beyond belief. My reaction may have been wrong, but I put it down to anticipation of what was to come with Tom and pride in the fact I could excite my own son this way. Doing a slow twirl I let them both ogle me from all sides before giving a little bow and heading back behind the screen. As I took off the garment I felt a little breathless with arousal, my show had barely started and here I was getting hot under the collar and in the pussy. My juices had dampened the gusset of the body shaper and I knew that by the end of the show all the garments would need to be washed, but it would be worth it! Reaching out I grabbed the next garment, a lacy basque that again hid most of my charms, but was a little more revealing than the body shaper. For a moment I hesitated as I tried to decide whether to wear a pair of panties with it or not, I'd just about decided to wear none when I heard the sound I always dreaded hearing, Tom's beeper sounding. I heard Tom swear as I quickly put a pair of panties on, stepped out from behind the screen, and listened to Tom's end of the conversation. It was obvious before he hung up the phone that he would have to go in to the hospital and I swore silently under my breath. "Sorry guys," Tom sighed as he hung up, "shows over for tonight, I have to go in." Tom left the room to grab his medical bag and a jacket leaving me feeling frustrated and disappointed. A glance in Paul's direction told me he was crestfallen, he must have thought the whole day had conspired to spoil his birthday. Sighing I went out to the hallway just as Tom was heading for the front door. "Bye my love." He sighed as he kissed me, "It sounds a big job so I doubt I'll be back tonight and I'm duty surgeon over the weekend so I won't see you until Monday." "Damn it Tom," I breathed, "haven't you even got time to give me a quickie? I need to be fucked!" "I wish I could darling," he frowned, "but they're pre-oping the patient ready for my arrival. Guess you'll just have to use your toys until I can get back to make it up to you." "Fuck my toys!" I pouted. "That's the general idea." Tom grinned as he kissed me, gave me a quick grope and departed. Not for the first time I wished I hadn't married a doctor, but I had known what to expect when we married and in truth I had been lucky in that his profession didn't intrude on our marriage too much. Sighing with frustration I went back to the living room and made a beeline for the bar, for the moment I had forgotten in my frustration that Paul was still there. Pouring myself a good stiff drink I tossed it back and cursed loudly. "I know how you feel mum." Paul's voice said softly making me start, "Could I have a drink too?" "Oh Paul, I'm sorry, I forgot you were there." I smiled sadly, "Help yourself love, I think we could both do with drowning our sorrows tonight." Paul poured himself a large scotch then poured me another gin, raising his glass my son smiled at me. "Cheers mum," he said quietly, "it was fantastic while it lasted. You have a great body, thanks for showing me some of it." I was touched by his words delivered straight from the heart, I was also touched by the disappointment in his voice, he'd obviously been enjoying my little show and had been eager to see the rest of my outfits. Then I found myself wondering why the show shouldn't go on, after all my son was enjoying it and I certainly was. Another gin helped my thinking and I reached a decision that I knew Paul would love. "Paul," I spoke softly, "would you like the show to go on?" "Would I!" he cried, "Only, what about dad?" "He'll have to wait for another day." I grinned, "Fill your glass, go and sit down and I'll show off this little something I'm wearing." I waited until Paul was seated before moving out from behind the bar; once again I stood with the couch behind me and struck the pose, my smile broad and sensual as I let my son eye me up and down. My son's reactions were everything any woman could have hoped for, his eyes were riveted to my body as he followed my curves, mentally I cursed myself for not taking my panties off before coming from behind the bar, they spoiled the image in my view. Nevertheless Paul was certainly enjoying what he was seeing, panties or not, his cock had begun to bulge a few moments after I had struck my pose. My smile broadened as I did the slow twirl and I could feel my pussy getting hotter from the effects of my sons gaze and the three gins I'd drunk. With a saucy shake of my rump I headed back behind the screen to change into the next outfit. This was another basque style garment, but this one was all sheer lace and softened my charms without hiding any of them from view, there was even a pair of sheer panties that went with it and these I put on quickly. Stepping out from behind the screen I wondered what my son's reaction would be to my small trimmed pubic bush, my pouting pussy lips and my oh so hard nipples standing pert against the material of the outfit. His reaction was to give a low whistle and stare at my body as though it were made of pure gold, warmed and excited by his response I struck the pose and smiled seductively at his entranced face. I held my pose a little longer than I had with the previous outfits before doing the slow twirl and slipping back behind the screen. Each of the outfits was laid out so that they became more and more daring and revealing, over the course of the next hour I worked my way through each of them until I came at last to the one Tom thought the hottest of them all. It was a simple outfit comprising of a garter belt, a pair of black stockings, black high heels and my skin, nothing else. As I slipped the garter belt on I felt as though I was on fire, in a rush of hot sensations an orgasm ripped through me making me give a low gasp of surprise and pleasure. I hadn't expected to get so excited by showing off to my son, but the sensations of joy were undeniably running through me and I opened myself to them to savour them to the full. A few moments later my peak had passed, but I still felt shaky and hot as I completed the change into the last of my outfits. Stepping from behind the screen I felt another orgasm raising in me, I hoped that I could go through the pose and twirl before it hit, but it was not to be. Barely had I struck the pose than the sight of my son's eyes hungrily memorising my all but naked body sent a surge of pleasure running through me. With an effort of will I held off the orgasmic bliss for a whole two minutes, but as I went into the slow twirl, hands on my buttocks and looking over my shoulder at Paul I felt myself engulfed by the orgasm I had tried so hard to suppress. "God!" I gasped as my trembling legs gave way beneath me. I'd fallen to my knees in front of the couch, my upper body leaning onto the soft cushions as I shook through what felt like the mother of all orgasms. Groaning I felt after shocks of bliss running through me as I silently sent a prayer heavenward for a cock to fill the aching void between my legs. Suddenly my prayers were answered as a soft, warm body pressed against mine and a hard eager cock pushed at my pussy. Without thinking I raised my rear to make access easier for the very thing I had prayed for, in one long, exciting rush the hardness of a male prick surged into my pussy, filling me, stretching me and driving me to another orgasmic peak. I suppose if I had been thinking straight I would have realised that the only cock in the house at the time belonged to my son, but I was barely capable of thought as my pleasure grew and grew. Shuddering I felt the cock in my pussy pull back against the clenching of my pussy, a moment later it surged back into me driving a gasping, groaning cry from my lips as a blast of ecstasy hit me like a solid blow. Gasping, groaning and mewling I moved my lower body in time to the thrust of the prick that was fucking me so exquisitely. My pleasure rose to even higher peaks as a hand slid around my body to tease my clit and another slid to one of my boobs to play with it's firm flesh and hard nipple. God I felt lost in the sensations that heaven sent cock gave me as it drove in and out of me seemingly tirelessly. Bursts of ecstasy ran through me so fast they seemed to merge into one long orgasm that went on and on and on until I thought I would die with the pleasure I was feeling. Pushing backwards to take the prick deep into me I ground myself against the body behind me, at the same time I clenched my pussy as tight as I could. From a point just behind my head I heard a groan at my actions, the cock pushed even deeper then jerked inside me sending a bursts of heat into my body that sent me groaning into a wild orgasm that rocked my senses. The body leaning on mine trembled and quivered as their peak washed over them, them it relaxed against me and the cock began to glide in me again. Head thrashing in sensual overload I gave a cry and climaxed yet again, the delicious feel of the gradually shrinking cock sliding in my cum and juice soaked pussy drove me crazy for a moment. Some immeasurable time later I felt the heaven sent cock slide from my pussy and the wondrous owner of it move away from my still shuddering body. With a half gasp, half groan I slid off the couch to lie pressed against it as my body oh so slowly calmed until with a deep breath I was calm enough to turn to face the person that had given me such pleasure. "Paul!!" I gasped as my eyes flew wide in surprise. He sat back on his heels, his body naked and on full display to me, his cock glistened with the mix of our juices and I felt the heat rising in me again as I forced my eyes to rise to his face. He had a beatific expression on his face, as though he had discovered the most wondrous secret of the universe, his lips curved in a smile as I looked at him with a shocked expression on my face and a growing hunger inside me. Having my own son fuck me had been something I hadn't bargained on, having him fuck me so exquisitely had been unbelievable, yet he had satisfied my burning need as though in answer to a prayer. "Paul." I said weakly, "God Paul that was fantastic!" I could barely believe I had openly expressed my joy at what he had done, but I surprised myself even more by my next action. Rising to my feet I reached out for his hand, as he rose to is feet I moved tight to his body and kissed him with a burning passion that only my husband had ever aroused in me before. Without hesitation Paul returned my kiss and more, his hands roved over my body, exploring me, exciting me and I let my hand drop to his semi-erect prick in response to his touch. Revelling in the feel of his hands on my body and the growing firmness of his cock in my hand I let the kiss draw out at the same time slowly wanking him back to full erection. When his cock was hard in my hand I parted out lips, took one of his hands in mine and let him upstairs to the bedroom I shared with Tom. Just as we reached the top of the stairs Paul pulled me to him, his lips came down on mine lustfully, there was no doubt at all about what he wanted and God help me I was all too willing to give him just what he wanted, my body to play with as he pleased. A moment later I gasped into his mouth as I felt a finger spear into my pussy, probing and exploring my depths in a way that had me shaking in mere seconds as I pushed down on his hand to take that finger deeper into my body. Paul's tongue thrust into my mouth demandingly, another joined his finger and I felt his thumb press to my clit even as the fingers of his other hand closed on one of my sensitive nipples. Once again I gasped into my son's mouth as he drove me to another climax, playing my body the way a concert pianist brings his instrument to life. Groaning I shuddered against Paul's firm young body as a wave of pleasure washed over me, had it not been for the fingers in my pussy I would have sunk to the floor, instead I sank down on those probing fingers and leant heavily against my son's body as I shook my way through that climax. As the peak of my orgasm faded I reached down and took hold of Paul's wrist, firmly pushing his hand away from me then, as he released his hold on me, I pulled him towards my goal, the bedroom. I lead my son to the large bed, which I had been expecting to christen with my husband, now I was about to christen it, only my son would be the partner that helped me in that task. Releasing my grip on his wrist I lay back on the bed then rolled onto my right side, stretching my right leg out across the bed I raised my left leg and grasped it behind the knee with my right hand, holding it tight to my body as I presented my son with a full clear view of my pussy. It was an unspoken invitation for him to fuck me, an invitation he accepted without hesitation by lying on the bed, his legs parallel to my right leg as he moved closer until his cock penetrated my eager flesh. Groaning I pushed towards him in greeting, his hardness sliding deeper into me as we both thrust together, I was aware of Paul's heavy excited breathing as he lay there, his cock buried to the hilt in me. It's hardness filling me with ecstasy the longer he remained still, I could feel myself losing control again as an orgasmic burst rose to engulf me and as my body began to tremble Paul started to fuck me. His movements were slow yet forceful as he slid back then thrust into me time and time again, the pace never changing as I tried to match it through the shaking of my body. I had never been a loud person in my pleasures, but now small cries were escaping my lips as my son fucked me to the point of total distraction with his slow, heavy movements. It was ages later that he changed the pace, rolling me onto my back his movements became faster and heavier as he took me; willingly I moved with him, my body bursting with bliss that drove all thoughts from my mind. Time and again I cried out, in between I groaned and sighed, not even Tom had made me this hot before! Again Paul changed the pace and my head thrashed on the bed as he fucked me mercilessly for what seemed an eternity of ecstasy. Paul's movements became almost frantic as he thrust into me with cruel force, a force increased by my body thrusting up to meet his every move until at last he gave a loud groan and pushed deep into me. I felt his cock twitch and jerk and once again the spreading heat of him climaxing inside me sent my mind awhirl as sensations of unbelievable strength hit me. His prick was quivering inside me and his body was quivering against mine as Paul curled against me, my body taut and trembling as I pushed back against him. We lay locked together like this for what seemed like hours yet could only have been a few moments, then Paul gave a deep, heavy sigh of contentment and his body relaxed against mine. With a gasp I felt my body go limp as it came down from the orgasmic high, then I was shuddering in my son's arms, his cock still buried in my pussy though I could feel it slowly shrinking. "Oh mum," Paul breathed as he kissed my neck, "that was absolutely fantastic!" I stroked his hair with a happy smile on my lips. "Thank you Paul," I said softly, "you gave me exactly what I needed." He hugged me tightly then leant against me and sighed as we rolled onto our sides, his cock staying firmly within my body, moments later his deep heavy breathing told me he was asleep, our position held his cock in my pussy and I wondered if we would wake in the same position and if his cock would be hard in me. As sleep began to engulf me I wondered if Paul would wake me in the best way possible, by gently fucking me awake, the only other thought in my mind as I drifted off into sleep was that I wouldn't need to feel frustrated any more when Tom was on duty. 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