AUTHOR = Phantom1
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Part 2
When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm. My mom was in the yard tidying up and I was in the lounge reading. As soon as I heard Peter walk into the hallway, I felt a stirring in my loins. I wondered if he would be requiring me to do anything for him today. In some ways I hoped not. I hoped that yesterday's events would never be mentioned again. Another part of me, however, wanted him to take things further.
Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me wondering. "I'm going to my room to freshen-up. Be there in five minutes and don't keep me waiting," he said abruptly.
With that he walked out of the room and directly upstairs. I waited a couple of minutes, with butterflies in my stomach and a sense of great excitement. I checked out the window to ensure Mom was still in the yard and then proceeded up to the top floor of the house where Peter's room was. I knocked on the door and waited.
"Come in," shouted Peter.
I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door behind me. "Do you want it locked?" I asked.
"That's up to you," said Peter. "Do you want others to see us yet?" he added.
The 'yet' got me worried again. Peter obviously planned, at some time, that what was currently our secret was going to be made known to others. Did he still have my mom in mind? I decided to lock the door and, having done so, asked Peter what he wanted.
"Oh, nothing special today," he said. "Just a little show from you and then we will talk about your mother."
Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his room, lit a cigarette, and then told me to undress. I asked him what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to be everything today. I removed my shirt and shoes and then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. Having done so, I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove all my clothes, although he had already said everything should come off.
"The shorts as well," he said.
I pulled my shorts to the floor and removed them. My dick was fully erect already and straining with every pumping of my heart.
"I see you like our little deal," said Peter.
He then stood up, removed his own pants and shorts, and sat back down in his chair. I could see his dick was also fully erect and glistening; he was almost ready to come for god's sake. Peter instructed that this time I lay on the floor to masturbate. I duly laid down a few feet from his chair and started to wank. Slowly at first, and then gently speeding up. Peter also started to rub his own cock.
"Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse," Peter instructed.
I was truly submissive to this man and enjoying every moment of it. I raised my knees to my stomach and inserted my index finger into my arse.
"No, finger-fuck yourself while you wank," he said.
Peter, himself, just continued to wank himself slowly and with great control. As I was becoming frantic with the lust of the situation he seemed to remain so cool and collected.
"What are you thinking of?" he said. "Are you thinking of your mother again?"
That's exactly what I was thinking of; my own dear, gorgeous, petite, sexy, mom. I was imagining fucking her hard and fast. I was imagining her screams of lust as she begged me to push harder whilst at the same time exclaiming how wrong it was that her son should be fucking her. I told Peter exactly what I was thinking as I pumped harder and faster.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I shouted, as I pumped a huge load of semen into the air and down onto myself.
The first spurts hit my face and hair. The rest rained down onto my stomach and chest. I was covered. I started to raise myself from the floor but Peter instructed that I should remain on the floor. As yesterday, he approached me and continued his own masturbation. He continued to pump his straining dick and then came in half a dozen long spurts. This time he directed it all at my crotch. My dick and balls were drenched in his spunk whilst the rest of me dribbled with my own. Once again, Peter had made no attempt to touch me.
"Now stand up and put your clothes back on," he said.
"Can I clean up first?" I asked.
"No, put your clothes straight on," Peter instructed.
I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of my spunk-drenched body. It was slimy and sticky as I stood in front of Peter with the mess coming through in wet patches.
Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back down in his chair.
"Now we need to talk about your mother," he said. "I want to see you fuck her and I know from your lustful ranting that you want the same."
I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said, "There's no way I could ever make the move on Mom. What if she didn't want it? The whole thing could be a disastrous mistake."
"Don't worry," said Peter, here's what you do. "Does your mother ever tidy your room?" he asked.
"Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house," I said.
"Does see know you read porn?"
"I'm sure she does but as long as I don't leave mags and vids lying around she says nothing about it," I responded as my own spunk dribbled down my face.
"Right," he said, "take the incest mag I found you wanking over yesterday and make sure you leave it somewhere in your room that she will find it. You have to make sure, however, that you 'strike while the iron's hot'. I am taking tomorrow off work so leave the mag for her tomorrow morning and let me know as soon as she finds it."
He then said that he wouldn't 'require' me anymore today. I returned to my room with the mag which I spent the evening reading over and over whilst fantasizing about what was to come, and masturbating at least three more times before I went to bed.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 3
