RIGHTS AND ERRORS, mother and son chapter three

I promised to tell you all about what I call the "dark and distant future", right? Well, that future is now part of my past, and I think it was a good promise to make. I need to tell you what happened after Ben and I got home, and maybe try to explain a little bit more where this balance between right and wrong was going. I don't regret what happened in that dark alley, even though it all went to a much more extreme place than I expected, and I don't regret the actions that Ben and I took, whether it was in the alley or before and after in bed, or the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the hallway -- well, you get the idea. But there was one little thing that was bothering me on the hurried ride back from the hotel - a 'mistake' that I was already starting to regret having promised my son. Before that wild night in the alley, I had somehow agreed to stage a fantasy for Ben in exchange for his acting on my behalf. I agreed that his good friend Tim would see me topless. That wasn't a very high price to pay for the realization of my own fantasy, even though it was so strange to me (not really), and I was almost certain that I could make it all look like an accident. But then... somehow I used the refund offer to get things going with Ben and my dream - and extended the offer. I agreed to let his friend see it all. After everything that happened to my son (especially in the alley), I think it's strange that something like exposure to his friend would start to bother me so much, but I swear on everything that's dear to me that I've always been naturally shy. The unfolding of the fantasy took place very far from home and very much in the dark. No one who had witnessed anything would be able to identify me in a queue, but Tim knew me, he'd known me for years. I started to get seriously worried as Ben and I were driving home from the hotel. As soon as we got back safely to our house, I just had to raise the concern. "Ben, angel, are you... well, are you sure you want me to... well, you know, simple things for Tim?" My son, who was reading something on his phone, looked at me with a smile that I can only describe as something close to a malicious look. "Mom, I'm absolutely sure. You're not trying to quit, are you? I mean, you're the one who always told me that a deal is a deal". "Well, yes"... trusting my Ben to use my own words against me, "but what if he tells someone or something?" "Don't worry about that sort of thing. For starters, we can make it look like a pure accident and, anyway, I'll tell him never to say a word". "Do you trust him that much, Ben?" So stop worrying and start planning, okay?" I stared at my son, "This is really important to me, okay?" "So that's what I did for you, Mom. I just want what's fair and it's not like nothing's going to happen, is it?" He paused and gave me his signature smile: "Besides the fact that I'll be even more eager to make love to you". I snorted a laugh in spite of my worries, "As if you needed some incentive to get into your own mother". "As if you'd ever turn me down". "Do you really think you're going to get an extra thrill out of Tim seeing me like that?" "Mother", Ben sighed, rising and crossing over to me, "Just the thought of you showing it", he squeezed my breasts through my blouse, "and that beautifully stylized sketch", his hand slipped easily down my skirt to the target, "leaves my cock so hard". "I don't believe you", I managed. "Show it to me". Let me tell you, Ben may have undressed and made love to me, but to me, it was fucking, pure and simple, or rather, pure and complex. It still seemed so wild and so wrong and yet so right. Even when my son was satiated, sleeping on my bare shoulder, even with his mouth full of his juices, I couldn't help but think that sex was just a distraction for me. Ah, I could let my own son have access to every part of me in the most intimate way possible, but expose my flesh to his friend? That was starting to scare me. Two days and something like ten sessions of fucking/making love later, Ben had to return to his temporary job and I was left to rest for a while in an empty, quiet house, which also meant that I was alone to worry and worry. I knew he'd made the promise and it wasn't a problem, but exposing Tim -- I'd known him since he was a kid, through all of his troubled adolescence, until he shared his 18th birthday celebrations with my own son -- and pulled his long hair out of his face when he threw up because of the stolen beers. The balance in the "right and wrong" debate tipped alarmingly to what was, I knew, a relatively (no pun intended) so small thing, and yet... what if this was a sign of where things might be headed? What if letting my son do what he wants with me -- all right, letting us indulge our mutual passions -- was just a starting point on the path to true depravity? Strangers seeing me <unk> even touching me <unk> was a thing, a fantasy that I had already lived, but Tim was very familiar to me. What if Ben started to want me more? Of course, there were only five months left for him to move, but things were already happening so fast... maybe I should just stop everything now? But I knew, even as the thought passed through my confused mind, that I just couldn't stop things yet. The sudden dampness I felt when I thought about how Ben felt inside of me told me more than I needed to know. The scales still hung to the "right" regardless of what anyone might think. All I had to do was carry out Ben's rather harmless fantasy. "I'm going to do it", I told my son as soon as he came home that night. "Er, well, what exactly are you talking about, letting me through the front door maybe?" "Sorry", I pulled back to let him in, "I mean, I have a plan for that Tim thing". Ben paused as he took off his jacket: "Oh, right. I knew you would think of something very quickly. After all, I know that you keep your promise". I told him all about my scheme and suddenly I was sure that my son liked the idea, I could tell because he shrunk his shoulders a lot more than his jacket and a lot more than my dress. That was the first time he fucked me while I was curled up on the back of the couch, and I didn't even object when he took a picture of my ass for the screen protector of his phone. No one would ever recognize that view of me, and given the expression of pure, satisfied ecstasy that I had on my face until then, they probably wouldn't have even recognized my face. Tim was only supposed to visit me the following weekend, and I found that just a small flash of naked flesh was increasingly enough to make my son as hard as a rock - no matter where we were or even what we were doing. Ben's highly excited reactions were almost making me yearn for the actual act <unk> almost. My nerves returned strongly on Saturday morning, even though I had to 'calm' my Ben three times before we even finished breakfast, and it was half an hour before Tim's scheduled arrival that these feelings arose. "Ben, I really don't think this is a good idea". "You're going to be fine, Mom, and besides, you owe me a debt, remember?" My son's certainty - and very fair sense of justice - were almost complacent and it didn't help me much: "That's easy for you to say. Wouldn't you rather have something else? I couldn't... ah, I don't know... maybe just give Tim a quick glimpse of my panties and then I could go with you to some remote place and really show someone we don't know?" "You look like a real chicken, Mom. "I know!" The minutes went by and my nerves were fraying. I realized I was close to panic -- and panic is not a good basis for clear judgment: "Ben, listen -- I know this was your fantasy to match mine, but angel, is there anything else? Anything else? I really want you to be happy, get excited about something I do and I'll do something, anything you want -- let me tone it down with Tim, please? I was babbling. And maybe not thinking clearly. I could see the disappointment on my son's face, but he was looking right into my eyes in panic. Ben, please? Silence echoed through the room before his shoulders finally gave way and he nodded slightly, "I really don't want to bother you, Mom... maybe we can make a deal then". My heart shot up with renewed hope, "Really?" Ben nodded, "As long as you keep this new promise". "Oh, I will, I swear. Take off my panties this morning and then we'll go away again, where no one knows us, right?" My mind was totally oblivious to what I was saying now, so much was the relief I was feeling at that moment, "So it's all good, okay?" "But one condition about today, mother", Ben was showing all the signs of a very disappointed young man, and if there was a slightly crooked look behind his eyes, I didn't notice. "Tell me and as long as it's not more than I've already offered, fine!" "Will you make the bra and panties really sexy?" I shrugged my shoulders, all of a sudden -- stupidly -- and I care, "As long as they're plugged in and it's only for a few seconds that he sees them, it's okay". From stupid to totally stupid, "I'll even let you pick them. Agreed?" Ben paused long enough to make sure I was serious (I think), then nodded slowly. "Business". Believe it or not, I was even telling my Ben that I didn't mind anything he chose for me to wear that Saturday, or anything he chose for me to do when we left, even when we were going to my room with only ten minutes to go before Tim arrived. Believe it or not, I was feeling relieved and more than happy with the new arrangement. Besides telling Ben that the house phone would ring shortly after Tim's arrival, and that it was supposedly a call for me - that I would be in the bathroom - I didn't make it clear what my original (and now much less panic-inducing) plan was. I just told him that he should answer it and say something like 'I'll pick her up right away' and then call me. I knew I could execute this plan with more joy, and even when Ben chose a set of rented, tiny underwear, I wasn't too bothered. The fact that Tim was able to see my nipples through the clear, white material was nothing more than a slight concern to me at the time - the view wouldn't be on display for more than a few seconds and, I told myself, at least Ben would feel some excitement with my silent exposure. And yet, when the doorbell rang a few minutes later, my heart rate soared into the three-digit territory, or possibly the four-digit range, that to mask my sudden nervousness, I stopped Ben at my bedroom door and gave him a quick kiss, even though that gentle mischief made me feel so uncomfortable. Smiling and already clearly excited, Ben trotted down the stairs, and I was left to pick up my fragile underwear, a specific long bath towel, and most importantly, my iPhone, and I took three long, deep breaths and walked across the hall to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and turning the faucets in the shower. With trembling fingers, I took off my clothes as fast as I could and plunged into the hot shower stream, and as nervous as I was, I still took a proper shower, giving Ben time to talk to Tim in the living room and my blood pressure to settle down a bit. After a few minutes, it became clear even to me that I was cheating. I tried to focus on the new and improved deal and reasoned to myself that the sooner I resolved that part of the deal, the sooner I could stop worrying and start enjoying my new wicked habit. I got out of the shower and quickly dried my hair and dried myself as best I could. I cheated a little more and opted to brush my wet woods before finally confronting the even more sparse-looking underwear that Ben had chosen. I had to admit, reluctantly, that he had chosen very well. The bra and panties were new and bought specifically to please my son's eyes - though I, of course, had no idea that they would look that way when I bought them the week before. They fit perfectly, though even more sparsely than I remembered them in the dressing room, and when I looked at myself in the full-body mirror in the bathroom I was a little shocked by the clarity of my nipples and, I should say, my well-behaved beard. area could be seen. My pulse quickened once more and I needed a few more deep breaths before I could even consider proceeding with my seemingly cunning, suddenly Baldrick-style plan. But I needed to, I knew. And focusing on how much my Ben would enjoy the show was a new help. I fixed in my head the memory of his eager eyes and carefully -- and loosely -- wrapped a specific towel that I had chosen around my poorly covered skin. My fingers were shaking so much that I was grateful to have the house number on the quick dial and clicked the relevant button before I could think of changing my mind. With my hand numb, I held the phone to my ear and scolded Ben for taking so long to answer, even though I knew he was just trying to make things feel natural to his friend. "Ready?" I yelled as soon as he said "hello". "Sure, I'll call her", he managed to say in a much more controlled way than I could have managed. Then I heard his voice shouting from above: "Mom, that important call you were waiting for? The guy's on the phone right now!" I didn't let myself think -- I didn't dare -- I turned off the iPhone, left the bathroom, and ran down the stairs, running into the living room before my nervousness got the better of me, and somehow I even managed to offer Tim, sitting in one of our armchairs, a brief wave of greeting before picking up Ben's phone and saying a tense "Hola" to the dial tone. I have no idea how well I acted out the supposed phone conversation or whether it was remotely plausible, but I managed to have a two-minute "conversation" before I knew it was time and said goodbye to the soft ringing in my ear. In what appears to be a slow-motion camera, I stooped down to put the headset back on the hook before taking a deep breath and starting to stand, at the same time turning to face the boys, Tim in an armchair and Ben standing to my left, trying hard to look casual. As I leaned to put the phone back on, my left foot found the tip of the towel and rested my weight on it as I straightened myself up. Even if I had changed my mind at that moment, it was too late. The towel fell off of me much faster than I feared. It wasn't more than two seconds before I was standing there naked, except for the tiny bra and panties. I froze, no acting necessary, and I watched as Tim's jaw literally opened, and I could see Ben mouthing off with joy. And I was still there, frozen in the moment, my nipples stiffened even more than they had ever been when I saw Tim's eyes devour them, and I felt my groin moisten, a warmth rising up through my belly, and for a moment, I had the image of myself there, naked, exactly as Ben and I had originally planned. Tim was loving it. He was loving seeing my hard, dark nipples stretching the stupidly thin bra that barely contained them. He was seeing my sexual self. He could even feel the heat coming out of me as my excitement increased more and more. He could even realize that I was getting so turned on by his anxious gaze... I screamed and raised my hands to cover my almost exposed breasts, trying to ignore the hardness of my nipples as they pressed on my palms, then I realized that my panties were no more opaque than my bra, and even as I looked, shocked in a strange way, into Tim's anxious eyes, I dropped both hands on my almost exposed cheekbone. Then I realized my boobs were showing once again. I scrambled my hands until the worst -- or the best -- of my near-nakedness was covered, finally realizing that turning my back was all that was needed. So I turned my back. And then I realized that my ass was now completely in sight. I did a pirouette, my hands moving rapidly to cover what was on display, and I realized I was prolonging the moment, getting hotter and -- I admit -- getting wetter by the second. And then Tim staggered up and stooped down in front of me, his eyes only a few inches from the source of my heat and moisture. My heart was almost releasing a breast from its fragile covering, not calming down a bit when I finally realized that he was holding my towel, offering me a chance to cover my body and my blush. I grabbed her, already stuttering apologies and apologies, even as my naughty mother part made sure I put the towel in position very slowly. One quick glance at the front of my son's and Tim's jeans let me know that I had achieved everything I was supposed to achieve under the terms of the new deal, and it also sent a message to my exhausted brain that I was at a crossroads, and to this day I'm not sure if I should be relieved that I chose that moment to run out of the room and climb into my own bed. I know I should have been brave and come down that night and offer some sort of apology or explanation (fictitious), but I just wasn't so bold, so sure of myself at the time. But again, I wasn't so dumb that I didn't realize what I had done and the effect it had on my son and his friend. The friend who now saw me in such tiny 'clothes'; Tim, who had a very good view of my real nipples through the gauze of that silly bra; Ben's friend who saw the shadow of my little face and then the naked cheeks of my butt; that friend who said, clearly as I ran up the stairs, 'wow, I know she's your mother, Ben, but she's fucking hot!' And Ben's somewhat shaky response. 'Don't worry, man. I can hardly deny you. What a body! I lay in bed, just a few feet above them, listening to my son's friend, at first cautiously, but then more freely, discuss how I was "in shape", how lucky Ben was to have such a "pretty fucking" mother, how he would be "hard as a rock" next to me all the time if I were his mother. I was already rubbing my swollen, wet cheek - the one Tim had actually seen through my panties - when I heard my Ben, my son, admit to his friend that he thought I was 'so sexy', and I was remembering how sexy Ben found me when he stuck his wonderfully soft cock deep into me, how hard he would get later, now that I had done what he wanted, when I started to climax. My door was still ajar, but I couldn't stay very still as my hips swayed. I was beyond caring and maybe, just maybe, imagining, hoping that my muffled moans might even attract the attention of the boys. I even wished for a few seconds that I had followed the original plan and let Tim see my naked flesh, my exposed breasts, my naked cheek and sparkling with my juices as my excitement grew... I came to a climax with a lot of force, but even with the mounting embarrassment that followed, I was still wishing that Tim would go away quickly so that Ben could come and find me, come and fill me. I was still in my tiny bra and panties an hour later when the front door finally signaled Tim's exit and I was standing at my door when Ben came up the stairs three by three, a few seconds later. "Well, did I do as you wanted, angel?" Ben's hands got caught in the butt of my tiny panties, "Oh fuck, mom! Oh fuck, yeah!" With trembling hands, Ben exposed first my femininity and then my breasts, and I found myself quickly backing away, and as my shoulder blades hit the bed, I was able to laugh, "I think you two enjoyed the show?" "Mom, that was so hot, I can't tell you". "Well, show me then". Ben's jeans fell to the floor, and his dick jumped free with more force than I had ever seen, "Does that show you well enough?" he managed, struggling to take off his shirt. "I think", I said, shocking myself with my honesty, "that only a climb will prove it". His hands landed on my shoulders, holding me there while he had a full view of the body, before groaning and pushing himself inside me, his stiff penis finding no obstruction. Within seconds he was scratching my bare breasts, and I pulled his mouth up to mine, sticking my tongue between his lips, wanting nothing more than pure sex with my boy. His lips were stuck on mine as he pulled a nipple, his dick already pounding on my welcome center. "Well, I wanted to make fun of Tim the whole time he was staring at his fucking beautiful body, and now... I was resisting even as my son's first jets of hot sperm began to fill me, and I screamed with joy and relief, as loud as I wanted, needed, even louder as Ben followed his eager final strokes with his mouth on my left breast, sucking hard, pinching me. Waves of pure climatic pleasure passed through me and I wrapped my legs around Ben, my hands moving to his naked ass, holding him deep inside me. Ben was still inside me when I regained consciousness, and apart from a brief pause for cold beers to quench my thirst and a subsequent trip to the bathroom, that's where he stayed for most of that night. There were shared love sessions, a few frantic climbs and a lot of swearing. It was almost dawn when we were able to have a proper conversation. "So, I assume I've fulfilled the first part of your fantasy, okay?" Ben kissed an already quite sore breast, "Maybe even better than I dared to expect, Mom. I suppose you didn't think it was so bad after all?" "I think I quite enjoyed your fantasy". "Half of my fantasy", Ben reminded me. And if the other half makes me feel something like that, I'll consider myself more than lucky. What do you have in mind?" I didn't really care at the time. "Is the deal still on this time?" I shook my head, "I won't deny it twice, but you better warn him--if it makes me feel anything like tonight, you'll have a lot of shit to pay me". "Well, will you do everything I say?" "As long as it doesn't involve children or animals". "I'd better send Lassie back", Ben said with a laugh. I slapped his ass for fun, "Anything else is fine. Any ideas yet?" I could feel Ben starting to harden inside of me and I gently pushed him out. "Sorry, angel, but this is a hurting mother". Some pain is too much for any other form of pleasure. "Oh, well, as long as you're ready for the next phase. "I'll be fine by then", I assured him, "but you still haven't told me what you're planning". Ben frowned: "You know I love it when other guys see how hot you are?" "I've noticed a certain firmness in you, so I assume I'll be served?" I was already excited about the idea and wanted Ben to know about it. "Yeah, and maybe even touched, all right?" I made a face. lt was beyond what I imagined, but again my own fantasy led me to be groped in that dark alley. lf that excited Ben so much then... maybe it was all right, I... think it's all right. I felt Ben tighten even more against my thigh, where he was lying next to me, "Oh, Mom, you're perfect. Are you sure you're in too much pain?" "My other lips are gone", I pulled away and curled myself up so that my face was close to his slightly sore but absolutely beautiful cock, when I opened myself up and let the head of his member slide deep into the warmth of my mouth, I heard him sigh, "the best mother in the world, ever". The most perverse, I thought to myself as I began to shake my head back and forth, but I'm almost certain that the right ones outweigh the wrong ones by a million to one. At least a million, I added as my son's ever-tough hands curled up in my hair. I barely thought about my next assignment, but I was sure I'd make my Ben super hard one more time.