Mafia Desire (Erotica)

I heard him pound down the stairs and sat that for a couple of minutes wondering where he went, when he reappeared holding a glass of wine. Sitting down next to me, he handed me the glass.

“You want to talk about it?”

“I think I had enough to drink” I tried to pass the glass back to him.

“You’re upset, have some.”

I could see the concern in his eyes and managing a grin said, “Well okay if you insist.”

Crying had made me thirstier than I’d thought and I ended up drinking most of the glass in several long swallows. Alan took the glass from me, “Do you want to talk about…” he had looked back at the bed and had an odd look on his face, “Never mind.”

I followed his gaze. The strap with the cuff was on the bed in plain sight.

“Shit, I am batting a thousand today with you.” I said. “Sorry Alan, I guess you’re finding out your mom’s kind of twisted.”

“Hey if it feels good do it.” He shrugged, and then smiled, “But if that was what the fight was over, I told you he wasn’t the type.”

“You did, but I guess he’s not alone.”

“But there’s lots of guys who would love a woman with good looks, a good job and is a freak!” he laughed, “I heard you even have an awesome son as part of the deal!”

“Yeah, but you started that part of the rumor you little shit.”

We stared at each other and when he tried to come up with a pout I burst out laughing. Turning to face him I hugged him close. “I love you, Alan.”

“I love you too mom.” He held me tighter and said, “And I’ll bet the next guy will give you everything you need.”

“Here’s hoping, but in the mean time I guess I have my job and according to you, my looks.”

“And the awesome son.” He reminded me.

“Yeah, he’s okay I guess.” I sat back and covered my mouth to suppress a yawn. I blinked as a wave of exhaustion swept over me. “Wow I’m tired all of a sudden.”

“Probably from being upset.” Alan said.

“That and a lot of wine.” I yawned again, “Damn.”

“Well here, just lie back.” Alan got up and moving to the head of the bed, fixed the pillows for me.

Feeling as if my eyes were about to close, I slid up the bed and lay back on the pillows.

“Oh,” I said softly my voice sounding far away. “My shoes are still on.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Alan said looking down at me. “I like them on.”

“W… what?” I asked, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“I like your shoes.” He leaned over and unable to hold out any longer, my eyes closed and I felt as if the room was spinning, as if from a distance I heard Alan’s voice in my ear “They make you look even sluttier.”

*****

“Oh, yes, honey! Oh just like that!”

I opened my eyes at the sound of voices and stared up at the ceiling. My vision was blurry, but after blinking rapidly several times it cleared.

“You like sucking my cock, mom? You like having your little boy’s dick in your mouth?”

I leaned my head up to see the TV was on, showing a woman on her knees with her hands cuffed behind her back having her face fucked by a tall young man.

I blinked again, trying to remember when I had put the movie back in. The room was hot and I could feel the sweat on my face. I tried to move my hand to wipe at it and felt something tug at my wrist. My eyes widened when I realized I was tied to the bed!

I craned my neck to the side and saw that both my wrists were cuffed and were tied together to the bed frame. Turning back to look down the bed I saw that my robe had been removed and I was just laying in the black lingerie set.

My legs were spread open and my ankles were also cuffed. I could see the black straps trailing down to where I knew they were tied to the legs of the bed. I tried to move them and could only pull them up a couple of inches before they stopped.

“What the hell?” I whispered, wondering if I were dreaming.

Grabbing the strap in my hands I yanked hard, but the sturdy brass frame didn’t give at all.

“Morning mom.” Alan said from next to me.

I turned my head to the side and saw him sitting in the small arm chair that was normally next to the window, but he had pulled over to the bed. I saw he was shirtless and there was a light sheen of sweat on his face and chest.

That caused me to notice it was damn hot and it was most likely from the dozen or so candles spread around the room. Before I turned back to him, I saw both bedroom windows were closed, adding to the heat of the room.

“Alan… what are you doing?”

“Just watching some good TV.” He grinned and lifting the remote turned up the sound.

“Oh, God Joe! You’re fucking your mother so fucking hard! Just how I need it!”

I looked at the screen where the woman now had her arms cuffed around the post of a huge bed. She was bent over and her ‘son; was standing behind her fucking her.

“This is a really good movie.” Alan said, “I watched it twice while you were sleeping.”

“You… you tied me up?” I asked, pulling against the bed frame again.

“I did.” He nodded. “Sorry about the pill I put in your wine. I wanted to surprise you.” He gave me a big smile, “You fighting me might be fun another time, but not the first time.”

“Alan, what are… Oh my god.”

Alan had stood up and was completely naked. Not just naked, but between his legs his cock was hard as a rock.

“Like what you see?” Alan asked, turning towards me. “I’m hard for you, mom.” He shook his head, “Man it was a long night sitting here staring at your hot little body and not touching you.”

I closed my eyes and told myself I’d had too much wine and was still sleeping and this was all a dream from that stupid movie. My eyes jerked open at the sensation of Alan’s hand on my leg just below my knee. He began running his hand up my leg and I shuddered as it reached my upper thigh and slipped between my legs.

“Alan, don’t.” I said, trying to stay calm. “I… I don’t know why you’re doing this, but…” His fingers tickled my inner thigh and I gasped as the edge of his hand rubbed the thin strip of material covering my pussy.

I looked up to see Alan staring down at me. His brown eyes were bright and wide and his lips were parted. I noticed he was breathing heavy and could feel his fingers trembling against the smooth skin of my thigh.

His hand moved and I flinched when he put it on my stomach and began to trail it up towards my breasts.

“You’re so soft.” He said, “So beautiful.” Seeing me looking, he smiled, “So sexy.”

“Alan, please untie me.”

He laughed, “Just like the movies. You going to pretend you’re scared, mom? You going to try to tell me this isn’t what you want?”

“Its… its not.” I told him. “Honey, please. I… I have fantasies about being tied like this, but not about my son doing it.”

Right on cue the woman on the screen cried, “That’s it baby; suck your mommy’s pussy! Make her cum for you, ohhh!”

“Then why the movie?” he asked as his fingers started teasing along the edge of the shirt, inches from my tits.

“I bought it by mistake. I…”

“And watched it by mistake? And got off to it by mistake?” Alan nodded. “Of course I can see that. You accidentally shoved that big fat toy in your pretty pussy and came to a son fucking his bad mommy.”

He leaned over and placing his hand on my cheek looked into my eyes.

“Its okay mom. I… I want you to. I really do!”

My response was cut off by him gently kissing me. I didn’t return the kiss, but felt an unwelcome thrill at the feeling of his lips against mine. He wasn’t being rough, in fact the kiss was not just soft, but tender. He kissed me again as his fingers lightly stroked my cheek and the word loving came to mind.

“Please kiss me.” He whispered, “You can pretend you don’t want me to strip you and fuck you, but I want to know you want me.”

“Alan.” I swallowed hard when his hand slid to the side and started running through my hair. “The movie is a fantasy. People who watch it don’t really want to…”

“Yes they do. You bought that other movie because you wanted to be tied down and you bought this one and got excited by it because you want me to be the one to do it.”

I felt something soft wet pressing against my leg and saw his cock, his long, hard and thick cock. The head was oozing and his precum was smearing on my leg. I felt my nipples start to stiffen and told myself to stop being as sick as George said I was and stop this now.

“Alan we can’t do this. I love you and I think you’re a beautiful young man, but not in that way. I’m your mother, Alan; you can’t do this to me. I… I can’t do this with you. Please let me go.”

Alan kissed my lips again and straightening up laughed, “Okay, I get it; we have to really play it out. That’s fine with me!”

Walking around to the foot of the bed he pointed the remote at the TV and after shutting it off tossed the remote on the floor. Standing at the foot of the bed between my legs he looked longingly at my body and putting his hands on my ankles began speaking.

“You know they always say like father, like son, but I guess it’s like mother like son.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I… I’ve had fantasies about tying women up since I was still in high school. Tying them to a bed or a tree, cuffing them. Then teasing them, spanking them, fucking them.” He shrugged. “I even got to do it a couple of times with that girl Jennifer, she really liked it.” He sighed, “Too bad she moved.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I told dad about it once and he told me if it kept up maybe I should go get help. So I never told him anything else.” He pointed at me, “That’s what I meant about being different from dad. He was a dud, I’m…” he gave me that smile that right now did not seem so shy, “I’m into everything.”

“Well you can’t be into me.” I told him. You want to have a girlfriend play mommy that’s fine, but…”

“You know I used to hear you talk to Aunt Kathy sometimes, tell her how dad wasn’t a lot of fun in bed. Then you ended up with that dink George.” He tugged on the strap holding my right ankle.

“But look at all the hot things you’re into. But no one will play with you.” The smile returned and as he spoke he undid the strap from my shoe and slipped it off, “My mom should get whatever she wants.”

He removed my other shoe and to my surprise got on his knees and gave the sole of each of my feet a kiss. “Mom when I saw that video you were watching and then found the strap I wanted you right then.”

“Alan, I… oh!”

I gasped when he took two of my toes into his mouth and began sucking them. He moaned around them and his eyes rolled back. His moan sent a disturbing shiver through my body and my breath caught when he removed them, but teased his tongue across the tips of all my toes.