The Negotiation

Part 1

I'm laying in bed thinking about my son. I'm really worried for him. I caught him masturbating recently and I have been doing some snooping since.

I found that his computer history is filled with porn. Every night since that night I have crept to his door and listened to him pleasuring himself.

I don't mind it on moral grounds. I am no prude. I worry for his mental health. I have read a lot of research on how seriously damaging it can be.

I decide that I have to try and speak with him.

I make dinner as always. He seems his normal happy self. It kills me to bring it up but I am just so worried.

"Peter, I'd like to speak to you about something."

He looks to me and sees my uncomfortableness.

"I don't really know how to start this conversation."

His silence isn't very reassuring.

"I know about the... porn."

"Mom!" he yells.

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry. I am just so worried for you."

"I do not want to talk about this."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. Here," I say as I slide him a pamphlet. "This explains why I am so worried. Just promise me you will read it."

"I'll promise to read it if you promise to not talk about it anymore."

"I'll promise not to talk about it anymore tonight."

Judging from his expression, he obviously didn't like that offer.

"Fine!"

I decide against sneaking to his door tonight. I don't want to push him away. I want him to trust me enough to confide in me. Maybe it's asking too much but I have to try.

The following evening, I try again.

"Did you read the pamphlet?"

"Mom."

"Peter, please just talk with me. I am very concerned. I promise I am not judging you. I want to help."

He is silent for an excruciatingly long time. I sit silent as well and let him think about what I had just said. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he finally speaks.

"I read it."

"So you understand why I am so concerned?"

"Yes."

"Will you stop watching that stuff?"

I could see the shame on his face.

"I don't think I can."

"Peter," I said possibly a bit too desperately.

His angry glare startled me.

"So much for not judging."

"I'm not judging you. I promise you I'm not. I'm just so worried. You can't blame me for that, can you?"

"I guess not."

"I want you to be able to talk with me about anything, anything at all, and I promise you to not to be judgemental. I only want to help."

He seems to relax at that.

"I don't think I can stop. When I go to my room at night it's all I can think about. I can feel the excitement in my chest when I walk through the door, and then when I find the right video it's like I'm freaking flying."

I thought about what he was saying. I was so happy he was confiding in me. I had to make sure I didn't ruin this moment.

"That does sound nice."

He looked at me skeptically.

"I mean it. I understand why it is enticing. I just wish it wasn't so damaging. I'm so glad you explained it to me."

"You don't think I'm some sort of loser?"

"Not at all. I'm sure it's very normal. Don't beat yourself up. Let me think on it; maybe we can come up with something different."

"Like what?"

"I honestly have no idea. But I'd like to try."

"Okay."

I give him a big hug.

I laid in bed last night, racking my brain and came up with nothing.

When he left for work I decided to look at the type of videos he was watching. When I saw it before, I didn't really pay attention to what they were.

I scrolled through his search history and basically found three different types of videos. Women masturbating, girl on girl, and a lot of older women with young men.

I scroll back and realize the masturbating videos are also older women. The lesbian videos were usually younger women and sometimes included a young man.

As I watch some of the videos, I happily realize that he wasn't really watching filth. These were classier than I thought they would be for a young man his age.

The more I watch, the more excited I am becoming. My pussy is uncomfortably wet. The idea of pleasuring myself becomes very real at the moment. I really can see why he doesn't want to give these up.

All day I think about it and am no closer to an answer. While I am changing into my night clothes, the 'idea' first strikes me.

I remove my clothes and stand naked, looking at myself in the mirror. I am not really fit anymore but still look pretty good. My breasts are a solid D and my hips still have their shape. There is a little flab all around but not much, and no sagging to speak of.

'Can I really go through with this?' I think.

The following day I go to the salon and have my hair done as well as my nails. I even have a pedicure. I am so nervous but also a little excited.

I am going to be his porn. He is going to have a real live woman and not the brain addicting fake fantasy stuff.

I know it seems crazy but what other choice do I have?

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Peter.

My heart jumped into my chest when my mom came downstairs in her pajamas. She usually wears pants and a long shirt but tonight she has on loose shorts and a shirt that shows her belly.

Her hair is down which is also strange. She usually has it in a ponytail. I love it when she has it like that. I have no idea why it turns me on so much.

She sits across from me on a chair with a book instead of next to me on the couch, which she normally would do.

While she reads she keeps moving her leg side to side and I can see up her thigh and just inside her shorts and the hint of her pink panties. It is driving me absolutely wild. I feel my cock get rock hard.

My mom is so fucking hot. I know I am not supposed to think that but I can't help it. She's built like a woman should be. She has the sexiest curves. Her breasts are large and her ass is amazing.

But it's her meaty thighs that currently have my attention. That and where those thighs lead. Oh, what I wouldn't give to bury my face in that crotch.

Back and forth her leg moves with my eyes glued to the gap it creates. Every time I hope to see just a little more. The panties seem lacey but the glimpses are too quick to be sure.

I know I should look away but I can't; it's hypnotic. Back and forth her leg goes, back and forth, back and forth.

I realize I need to go jerk off and stand up.

"Peter, where are you going?"

I turn and start walking; I don't want her to notice my erection.

"To my room."

"Wait!" she says and I stop without turning. "I want to talk to you about something."

"Later, Mom."

"No, now! Please, Peter."

I look down at the bulge in my pants and sigh. I turn to the side and walk around the other side of the couch and sit. I position myself to hide the bulge as best I can.

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Judy

I could see he was excited. He thought I was reading but I was really watching him peripherally instead. I couldn't believe how turned on it was making me.

I know I should be ashamed of myself but all I could think about was how eager he seems... and how horny I am.

"Peter, I have come to a decision. I don't want you looking at that porn stuff anymore."

"Mom!"

"Listen to me. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with what you are doing and I know it's perfectly normal, but I also know how harmful it can be, so I am willing to make you a deal."

"A deal?"

"Yes. I want to be your porn."

His stunned face nearly makes me laugh, but this was no time for that. I didn't want to upset him or scare him off.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" he asks.

"I mean I am willing to perform for you while you... take care of yourself."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"I assure you that I am perfectly serious."

"We can't."

"Why not? You are an adult, so there is nothing wrong with it legally, and if we keep it to ourselves then we don't have to worry about anyone else's judgement. And then I won't have to worry about your mental health any longer."

"It's still crazy."

"Do you not find me attractive enough?"

"What! No, are you kidding? You are beautiful."

I smile at the compliment.

"Then what do you say?"

"What do you mean by 'perform'?"

I wasn't really sure of that answer. I hadn't thought enough about what I would do. I thought about what I saw on his computer.

"I could pleasure myself while you pleasure yourself."

His eyes went straight to my crotch, which made my pussy delightfully tingle.

"You are going to...... play with yourself right in front of me?"

"Yes. If you promise not to watch porn anymore."

He didn't answer right away. I sat and wondered how much of a hold that porn stuff had on him.

"I don't think I can make that promise."

That answer really had me frightened. At least he was being honest about it. I have to give him a lot of credit for that.

"How about this? We agree on a trial basis. I will promise to perform for you every night, and you will agree to not watch porn for the time being."

"So I can say stop anytime I want?"

"Yes. But don't expect me to be happy about it. But I will promise to try not to make you feel too guilty about it."

That seems to ease his obvious tension.

"Okay."

"Okay, you promise?" I ask.

"I promise."

"Should we go to my bedroom?" I ask.

"No!" he exclaims. "Sorry, I mean no. Go back just as you were and pretend the book you are reading is turning you on so much you can't help yourself."

I smile at his enthusiasm. This just might work, I think. The book I'm reading is a romance novel. I decide to flip back to a steamy part and really play this out.

We retake our seats and he takes off his shirt and puts a blanket over his lap. I find the passage I am looking for and recline back with my legs stretched out and crossed.

I hold the book in my left hand and begin reading it to myself. I begin to slowly stroke my leg just above the knee with my right hand. I start pulling my hand back farther and farther on my leg, rubbing it harder on the way down.

Then I begin to caress my leg with long gentle strokes. I lift my hand off my leg and peak at him while I turn the page with it. He looks mesmerized but has yet to touch himself. I look to the blanket and can see he has an erection.

I would like to say I am glad he covered himself but I shamefully wanted to see his cock. That thought was getting me even more excited that I already was.

I uncross my legs and spread them apart in front of me and return to reading my book. I begin to caress my exposed belly and then playfully slide my fingers just underneath my shirt, moving them slowly back and forth seductively.

I could see the movement of his hand going under the blanket.

I grab my left breast under my shirt and begin rubbing it back and forth. I hear his gasp when I lift my shirt up, exposing my breasts for him. I move my hand across both my breasts as my breathing grows heavier.

I moan a little as I begin rubbing circles around my nipple with my fingers. My nipples are always super sensitive.

I look to him and see him stroking himself slowly under the blanket as I turn to the next page. I return to reading and move my hand lower. I know what he needs and I need it just as much as well, maybe more.

I move my hand over my crotch, rubbing my pussy over my shorts. I was now getting really excited.

I pull my shorts down quickly and kick them off and return my hand to my crotch. I wore pink lace see-through panties for him. I went back to rubbing my crotch over my panties until I just couldn't take it anymore.

I slip two fingers into the side of my panties and plunge them deep into my pussy. I begin to moan more loudly as I stroke my fingers in and out again and again.

I put the book down and turn my attention to my son. I pull my panties lower and rub my pussy for him with one hand and bring the other back to my breasts.

Before I close my eyes I see him pumping himself harder. I am close to cumming and I didn't want to wait any longer. I find my clit with one hand and a nipple with the other and finally just let myself go.

My moans are constant as I squirm in my chair for my son's entertainment. I could feel the build inside me increasing.

That's when I heard my son's moans grow louder, sending my excitement over the edge and my orgasm exploded inside me. I cry out in extraordinary pleasure. My son's cries soon followed.

The following days were similar. We found different scenarios and places to do the deed. I can't tell you how excited I was every night.

Peter no longer hid his beautiful cock from me. We had reached a comfortableness with our bodies that was very reassuring. It was pure bliss.

Until.....

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Peter

My mom came downstairs in nothing but a see-through nightgown. Her body was amazing; she was amazing in every way.

The past week has been nothing short of incredible. She finds ways to make each night a little different and enticing and I love her for it. That is why the discussion I plan to have tonight will be so difficult.

It seems so simple even though I know it isn't. I want more. I can't think of anything else. Morning, noon, and night.

She agreed to a trial basis and tonight I want to renegotiate. I know it is risky because I don't want to give up what we have but I can't take it any longer.

"How should we do it tonight?" she asks.

She looks so happy it hurts to say anything, but enough is enough.

"Mom, we need to talk."

"Okay, what's up?"

"We agreed to a trial basis and I am stopping tonight."

Her stricken-looking face makes me feel like the world's biggest loser.

"What? I don't understand. You have seemed so happy with our arrangement."

"I have been. I am, but I need something different."

"I don't understand. What different?"

"I want you to touch me."

"Peter!"

"I'm sorry, mom, I don't wish to hurt you, but I can't continue like this. It's driving me insane. I need more."

"You want me to use my hand to pleasure you?"

"Not just your hand."

I could see the shock on her face. She understood what I meant. I knew it was a lot to ask but I wanted it so desperately.

I wanted my mother to suck my cock.

I watch as she paces about the room. She turns and looks at me but says nothing and resumes pacing. Finally she turns again.

"Maybe I could agree to using my hand but not the other thing."

I had given this a lot of thought and this was what I expected. I had gone back and forth on my answer. I could say yes and try to renegotiate later. That could work, but risk wasn't for the faint of heart and shy boys don't get the candy.

"No."

"No?"

"I'm sorry, Mom, but that doesn't work for me."

"Peter...."

"It's okay. I understand it's a lot to ask but I have given this a great deal of thought. It's a deal breaker."

I turn and begin to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room."

"Because I won't do... that. You are going to watch porn?"

"I wasn't planning on watching porn. What is there left to say? I am saying I will not continue without it and you are saying no. I don't want to argue. I am going to my room."

I left her there. She looked speechless. I admit to looking at my computer when I walked into my room but I didn't turn it on.

I grabbed a ball and laid on my bed throwing it into the air for quite awhile until my door suddenly opens wide.

"Fine," she says though a bit tersely.

I smile a little which makes her scowl a bit more.

"Fine, what?" I ask.

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"Stop being a jerk, I'll do what you asked."

"If we are forming a new pact I think it important to be explicit."

I was beyond excited. I wanted her to say it so badly. Maybe more badly than her actually doing it. Well, maybe not that much.

She sighs and looks up at the ceiling for a few seconds then back to me.

"I promise to pleasure you with my hand and my... mouth."

"Okay," I answer.

I had to hand it to her; it was obviously a big concession.

"And you?"

"And me what?"

"You said a pact needs explicitness."

"I promise to continue to not watch porn."

"I want you also to promise not to touch yourself... at all. I will take care of it from now on."

'What! Did she really just say what I think she said?'

"Mom, sometimes I do it like three times a day."

"How do you do it if you aren't watching porn?"

"I just close my eyes and think of you doing what you have been doing."

She smiles at that.

"Well, I want you to promise to let me take care of it from now on."

"I don't understand. Why do you want that?"

"I have my reasons. Are we agreed?"

I tried to think of the catch. My mom works from home so it isn't like I'd have to wait around for her, and I don't masturbate anywhere but here.

"Fine with me."

"I want to hear you promise."

My cock is raging hard.

"I promise to not masturbate and let you take care of it for me."

A sudden thought occurs to me.

"Wait a minute. Who gets to decide when?"

"You do," she answers.

"I get to decide when?"

"Yes."

"What if I want it more than three times one day?"

"Then I'll do it more than three times."

I was missing something. This just didn't make any sense. She must've seen my suspicion.

"Would you like to start right now?" she asks.

I hesitate but can't think of what I am missing. Not to mention she is still wearing the nighty and looking so incredibly hot.

"No time like the present," I say with a big smile on my face.

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Judy

When he went upstairs, I cried. I probably cried for a lot of reasons. I cried mostly because I didn't want him watching porn and because I didn't want to stop what we were doing.

I loved every decadent second of it. I loved dressing for him, I loved performing for him, and I loved the orgasms I was having. They were the best orgasms of my life. I had no idea why but I was sure I did not want to give them up.

I thought of his ultimatum. Of course I said no, how could I not? My own son wants me to blow him.

I hated the thought. I hated it because I had already fantasized about it. While performing for him, to my shame, sometimes my mind wandered in that direction. I hated myself for thinking them.

And I liked it, I liked it a whole lot. My pussy would positively scream in delight when my brain went there. Then later the guilt would sink in. How can something so wrong excite me so much? It was the sweetest torture.

Then I thought about how exciting the thought of him laying down the law, so to speak, was. He was being demanding and I liked that too. I liked it more than I should.

This was madness.

I had no choice but to give in. He had the upper hand. He could just go back to his fantasy porn, but what about me? I had nowhere to turn.

I decided that if I was going to agree to this then I was going to get all I could get out of it as well. I would give him all the control and I would get to do all the pleasing. That thought sent my pussy positively humming.

If you want a blowjob, then you just tell me when. Even if I have to get on my knees. I thought I might just cum with that thought. I wanted him to tell me to get on my knees.

The fact that he was making me do all this was just the icing on the cake.

I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted him to make me suck it. Make me suck it again and again. Make me get on my knees.... Make me his.

God help me.

'No time like the present', he says. His smugness turning me on even more than I thought possible.

I hop upon his bed and straddle him. I unbutton his pants and pull out his cock and stroke it up and down.

I can see the disbelief in his eyes. I don't think he believes it. He doesn't realize yet. He doesn't know how depraved I actually am, and I have no intention of telling him. He is going to have to find out on his own. It should be such fun.

I look at him straight in the eyes.

"Still doubt my sincerity?"

"How could you tell?"

"I don't blame you. I can hardly believe it myself. I am going to prove myself to you, though, and I'm going to start right now."

With that I lower myself and plunge my mouth down on his cock. I keep a firm grip on its base as I suck my way from top to bottom over and over.

His moans are driving me wild. I think of sucking his balls and taking his cum down my throat but I was obviously going to be doing this quite a bit, from what he was saying, so I might as well save something for later.

I steadily suck my son's cock up and down over and over until I feel it twitch. I lift up and stroke him quickly. He is ready to blow.

"You like the way I sucked your cock, honey? You like the feel of your mom's mouth?" I say.

His cum squirts straight up into the air, making me squeal in surprise and giggle. I jerk it all out for him.

I need to cum myself so I get up from bed and turn before leaving.

*Let me know when I'm needed again," I say before fleeing to my own bed.