“No, no, no, no!” I sighed getting to my feet, “Some Romeo you’d make.”
I was helping my son with his lines for the school play, it was supposed
to be Romeo and Juliet, but poor old Will Shakespeare would have turned in
his grave if he could hear the way my sixteen year old boy was making a
hash of one of the most romantic scenes in the play.
“Aw mum, it’s rubbish.” Angus moaned as I took the book from him.
“It’s not rubbish, as you would quickly see if you took an interest in
the play.” I snapped back, “This scene is full of romance, Romeo is crying
out to his beloved Juliet who is standing on a balcony out of reach.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he sighed, “but it’s so mushy.”
“‘Mushy’ is something you are going to need to learn if you are going to
have any luck with the girls,” I grinned, “I don’t think we’ve quite
reached the stage where you can just walk over to a girl and say ‘drop
them’. Just read the lines and sound as though you mean them, I’ll read
Juliet.”
So he read the lines and though they didn’t sound as though it were a
love lorn youth calling to his beloved at least it was close enough to
pass. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why he had volunteered to
act in the school play, my son had never shown an interest in such things
before, so I finally asked him.
“Yeah well,” he grinned, “I thought they were going to do something
else.”
“Like what?” I asked out of curiosity.
“A thing called Confessions.” He grinned in reply, “It’s all about the
confessions of some randy sod in the Victorian age.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” I laughed, “but I should have known it had
something to do with sex.”
“Yeah well, the head put the boot in and stopped us doing it,” Angus
sighed, “so its Romeo and bloody Juliet.”
I was curious about this play Confessions though and I pumped my son for
more about it, he grinned and shot off to his room, when he returned he had
a couple of play books in his hands.
“Here,” he said dropping one of them in my lap, “have a read.”
“Maybe later,” I responded, “for now let’s finish with the one you’ll be
performing tomorrow, you’re almost there, all you have to do is get a bit
more feeling in it.”
Thanks to the practise my son did quite well when it came time to
perform the play the following evening. After the performance, as we
walked back home, Angus asked me if I’d had a chance to look at the play
he’d given me.
“I haven’t, not yet anyway.” I admitted.
“Well why don’t we run through it when we get home,” he grinned, “I’ll
play the male roles and you can be all the women.”
“I suppose we could seeing as you’ve no school tomorrow and I’ve nothing
better to do with your father away.” I agreed, “Okay, but only as long as
you don’t muck about the way you did while we were practising Romeo and
Juliet.”
“All right,” my son grinned as we turned into our street, “no mucking
about, I’ll pretend we’re performing the play, is that okay with you?”
“That’s fine.” I replied as we went indoors.
Taking off my coat I went into the living room and poured myself a
drink, sipping from my glass I picked up my copy of the play ‘Confessions’
and started to flip through it. My son had described the play as raunchy,
the little bits and pieces I read sounded more like pornographic to me and
I was not surprised that the headmaster had put his foot down, but it
certainly seemed interesting. Angus came into the living room with his
copy of the play and grinned at me.
“Want to start?” he asked as I drained my glass.
“Why not.” I said, “Remember, no mucking about, you follow the lines and
directions or I will chuck it in.”
I’m afraid that I was quite serious about literature and the theatre
having once played with a dramatic group, but that was before I was married
and I wondered if I still had the ‘gift’. Turning to the first page we
began to read, the whole story seemed to revolve around a Victorian Rake
who seemed to be a cross between Superman and Casanova, it began with the
character on his deathbed confessing his sins to a priest, my son lay on
the couch to indicate the deathbed and knelt beside it to deliver the
priest’s lines. Then we were into the first of the Rake’s adventures, his
first conquest as a ‘youth’ of twenty, we really got into the spirit of the
thing as we delivered the lines for the flirtation and followed the
directions printed in the book.
“Ah, sweet Evelyn,” my son was saying with feeling as he read the lines,
“I worship the very ground that you walk on, let us share one sweet moment
of bliss together to seal our love.”
My son wrapped his arms around me and went to kiss me as described in
the book while I leant back in his clutches and delivered my line.
“Roger!” I said with feeling, “Unhand me sir, what if some-one should
come upon us, your appetites exceed your wisdom sir!”
“There are none to observe us my precious,” Angus responded, “and it is
the wild beating of my heart that drives me, my intentions are pure and
honest my lady.”
‘Evelyn’ resisted ‘Roger’ for a while longer, I was getting wrapped up
in the play and when I delivered the line so fateful for ‘Evelyn’ it was
with all the passion and fire that I had.
“Oh Roger,” I sighed, “I am aflame for you, treat me kindly good sir for
I surrender my heart and my all to you.”
The book then read: ‘Roger kisses her passionately’, I felt my son
drawing me to him and lowered my book as he kissed me full on the lips with
a passion that would have won him an Oscar. Despite the fact that we were
only playacting I felt myself becoming excited by that kiss. As the
moments drew out I felt just like my character in the play, ready to
surrender my all to the man who had professed such love for me and when
Angus parted our lips to read the next line I was limp and unresisting in
his arms.
“Ah, sweet, sweet Evelyn,” he sighed with true feeling, “your lips are
the purest Nectar, your skin, the palest Alabaster, hide not your charms
from me my love, bare all that I might praise your every part.”
At that point the book gave the direction: ‘Roger sits on the chaise
longue and watches as Evelyn disrobes’, my son was looking puzzled as he
read the directions.
“What’s a chaise longue?” he asked.
“Like a couch but with only one armrest.” I smiled.
Roger sat on the couch, glanced at the book then looked up at me, I read
the direction again then followed it by removing my clothes, like the
character I felt my heart flutter as I tossed aside my last item of
clothing and stood naked in front of the Rake ‘Roger’. Angus tore his eyes
from my body and read his next line.
“God in his wisdom,” he breathed as though in awe, “has placed true
beauty on this earth, that beauty is you my darling. Were I to die this
instant it would be as a man blessed.”
According to the plot Roger rose and disrobed, my son did just that, in
a few moments I was staring breathlessly at my son’s cock, as it grew hard
in front of my very eyes, it took me a moment to gather my wits to deliver
the next line.
“Oh my sir,” I gasped, “what a beast your Pego is, such size and girth,
surely it would split me in twain.”
I puzzled that such an innocent character like ‘Evelyn’ would know what
a ‘Pego’ was let alone that ‘Roger’s’ was large in comparison to other men,
speaking of which my son was no slouch in that direction either, my eyes
kept drifting to his cock as it quivered and pointed at me. Following the
book’s directions my son came over to me and swept me into his arms, the
feel of his skin against mine set up a burning in me that I could not
believe, after my son delivered the next line he was supposed to kiss his
victim then ravage her, I was all set to end the scene after the line was
delivered.
“Christ mum,” Angus gasped, “you are beautiful.”
Before I could gather my wits to point out that the line wasn’t the one
written and that we should end the scene his lips were crushing down on
mine, his arms holding me tightly as he kissed me with a fervour and
passion beyond belief. For a moment I stiffened in his grip, but the feel
of his lips and the excitement that had already built up inside me overcame
me and I suddenly relaxed and returned his embrace with everything that I
had. From that moment on I was lost, dropping the book I wrapped my arms
around my son’s body and sighed, one of his hands slid onto my boobs and
began to play with me. His fingers teased my nipples then sank into my
flesh, the excitement I was feeling exploded into bliss and I pressed my
boob into his hand with a gasp into his mouth.
Minutes or hours later my son’s hand slipped down my body and I gave a
shudder as he began to tease my clit, groaning I raised a hand to his chest
and tweaked his nipples the way my husband liked me to, Angus gave a groan
then slid his fingers down to my wet hole, as they sank into me I pushed
down to receive them. What we were doing was wrong, I knew it was wrong,
but the pleasure his moving fingers and lips was giving me overrode all my
inhibitions, even when I felt myself being lowered to the floor I could
only think of the bliss that was running through me. His lips left mine
then closed a moment later around one of my nipples, his fingers moved
faster in my pussy and his thumb stretched out to press on my clit, in a
roar of red hot ecstasy I climaxed, my voice crying out my bliss as my body
trembled and quivered, I felt aflame with the sensations that were hitting
me like a solid blow. For one brief moment my son’s hands and mouth left
my body, then I felt his weight settling on top of me, but my panic at what
was to happen was submerged by the orgasm that was running through me at
the time. With one thrust that sent me crashing into another orgasm my son
pushed his cock all the way into my pussy.
“NO!” I cried out both my pleasure and denial of what was happening.
Ironically, even as I was crying out I was wrapping my legs around his
body to hold my son in place, his cock moving in me at a steady pace that
was driving me wild, bursts of orgasmic bliss ran through me every few
seconds as my son took me. Yet he wasn’t taking me, my body was reacting
and moving with him, it was a shock to discover that I was giving myself to
him freely, a shock that was dulled by my own passion. All I could think
of was the joy he was giving me as his breathing sounded harsh and loud in
my ear. Wild cries escaped my lips as Angus began to move faster, his
thrusts hard and heavy, crushing my clit so deliciously, his cock sliding
along the walls of my pussy so delightfully with every move that he made,
and when he moved a hand to my nipples I exploded into a climax so powerful
that my shakes should have bucked us across the floor. Then Angus was
groaning and pushing deep into me, his whole body quivering as bursts of
heat filled my depths, with a loud cry of delight I pushed up even tighter
to his body as he filled me with his hot seed then cried out again when his
body relaxed and his cock started to move in me again.
Unbelievably he stayed hard inside me, his cock sliding and thrusting in
me so fast that I thought it would burst into flames, sending streamers of
hot ecstasy along every nerve in my body to stun my very thoughts as an
orgasm so powerful it paralysed me hit me like a battering ram. I would
not have believed that my ecstasy could get any greater, but as my son
pushed deep into me, groaned and filled me with his juices I felt myself
surging to an even higher peak as the heat of his seed spread inside me.
Once again my son was moving in me as soon as his orgasm had faded a
little, but this time I felt his cock shrinking inside me. Yet even limp
he was of such a size that his cock stayed inside me to blast my mind with
yet another orgasm before he rolled off my shuddering body to lie gasping
by my side.
Gradually my body’s excitement eased and my mind became capable of
cogent thought, still too overcome to move I lay there as the realisation
of what we had done filled me with guilt and shame. After a while both
feelings began to fade and by the time I was strong enough to sit up I had
a new emotion filling me, driving aside my shame and drowning out my guilt,
it was desire. My son was watching me when I opened my eyes, his eyes
roving over my body and as I sat up he smiled, it was as though he felt no
qualms of conscience, but then who was I to talk, all I was now feeling was
the desire to have my son’s glorious cock in my pussy again. Pushing my
lust to one side I confronted my son.
“Angus, oh Angus, what have we done?” I sighed.
“Well if you don’t know by now mum I’ll just have to give you another
lesson.” My son quipped.
Even though he was expressing the same desire that I was feeling I had
to get through to him how wrong what we had done was, but God help me I
wanted him so much again.
“Be serious.” I said firmly, “Do you know what we’ve done? Do you
realise just what it means?”
“I’m not stupid mum,” Angus sighed, “I’ve had sex with you, which is
incest, which is against the law.”
“Precisely!” I responded.
“Fuck them!” Angus retorted, “Whoever wrote that law should be shot. I
know you enjoyed what we did as much as I did. If it was so bad how could
it feel so good? Answer me that!”
I couldn’t, nothing in my upbringing or experience could give me an
answer to his question. I squirmed as his eyes burned on my skin, I could
feel his juices slowly oozing from my pussy and the growing lust inside me,
while I thought I used a tissue to clean my pussy, but all this did was to
fan the fire of my desire. My eyes fell to his flaccid cock and I
remembered the sight of it erect, the feel of his hardness sliding inside
me, the heat of his juices filling me, weighed against the bliss I had felt
when he took me a law written by people long dead had no chance.
“I can’t answer you.” I finally admitted, “Oh God! Angus, I should
never have let things get this far. I can’t fight it Angus, I want you,
God, and how I want you!”
“And I want you mum,” my son grinned with his cock swelling back to
erection, “more than you know, but not here on the hard floor. Let’s go
upstairs where we can be comfortable.”
As I let my son lead me up the stairs, his hand hot in mine, I tried to
work out how we could keep what we were doing a secret from everyone, but
my mind was filled with thoughts of what we would do when we reached the
bedroom and any planning would just have to wait.
