Inspired by CCI couldn't be tied down to a specific date, but I would guess I go

t the idea a couple of years ago when two events occurred at the same time that
would change my life forever. The first thing that happened was that I, like eve
ry other young man at that age, realised that every morning I would wake up with
a sticky mess in my shorts, and a hardon that you could balance a pair of dumbb
ells on unless I'd jerked off before going to sleep. The second thing to happen
was that I began to notice that Susan had a body, and a great one at that. She i
s 5 feet 9 tall, has lovely ripe breasts and long, slim, tanned legs. The proble
m was, Susan was my Mum. She may be 37 but she has the face and body of an 18 ye
ar old. So it was then, that to cure the wet dreams I'd fantasise about my Mum.
She just looked so hot. I'd sneak looks at her as she sunbathed out back in just
a thong and no top. I'd drool as she painted her cute little toenails bright re
d before putting on some high heels to go out. At last, I knew that dreaming abo
ut her would be all I'd ever do unless I made a positive move to seduce her. Dur
ing the coming weeks I formulated a plan. It wouldn't be a guarantee of success
and it would certainly take months to achieve, but at least it was a step in the
right direction.I called stage 1 my softening up phase. I'd decided that every
day for a whole month, when none of the other family members were around of cour
se, that I'd pay Mum a small compliment. Nothing provocative, just the kind of t
hing that any son could say to his mum. For example, on the first day I commente
d on how nice her hair looked. Next day I said her perfume smelled nice. At the
end of the month all of these little remarks had had the effect I had wanted. Na
mely, that I could say them without becoming nervous or embarrassed and Mum had
learned how to accept them without a second thought.Then I decided to implement
stage 2. This needed conditions to be just right. That happened about 5 weeks af
ter I had put my plan into operation. I came down to breakfast one morning after
the others had left, and saw Mum in the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and tight den
im shorts. I wished her good morning and then let out a wolf whistle. Mum turned
around as I was eyeing her lovely long legs up and down. I told her they were t
he best legs I had ever seen and that all of the girls my age would sell their s
ouls to have a pair that shapely. Due to the daily compliments I had been making
for the last few weeks, Mum took this in the same light hearted, that's nice of
you to say so type way. This was exactly the reaction I had hoped for. It meant
that for the next few weeks I could call Mum by pet names like Luscious Legs, o
r Sexy Pins and she wouldn't think it rude or strange. As a nice bonus, I notice
d that from then on she began to wear short things around the house more frequen
tly than was usual.Stage 2 also involved me shelling out some money. Just as I h
ad gotten Mum used to me paying her nice remarks, I also wanted to be able to gi
ve her gifts on days other than those when people normally receive presents. The
first thing I bought her was some of the perfume she likes best. I gave it to h
er when we were alone one evening. She asked what the occasion was and I brushed
it off lightly with the fact that there doesn't need to be a special time for a
Son to buy his Mum a gift. She accepted it gracefully and I asked her to promis
e that she wouldn't tell the rest of the family, in case they teased me about it
. Mum swore that it would be our secret. I wondered just how many more secrets w
e would share before my plan was over.The next week I bought her some flowers an
d the week after a small box of her favourite chocolates. She thanked me each ti
me, but as the presents became a normal part of each week the fuss she made bega
n to die down. Eventually, after about six gifts in as many weeks had been accep
ted, I bought the big one. Again, the timing had to be just right. My chance cam
e one afternoon when Mum was getting ready for her twice yearly date with some f
riends of hers. She and a bunch of her
old schoolgirl pals meet up and go for a few drinks and dinner. Mum wouldn't mi
ss these nights for the world. I heard her coming down the stairs around four in
the afternoon. When I saw her, my eyes just about popped out of my head. She wa
s wearing the tightest, shortest black dress that I had ever seen. It clung to t
he curves of her body like a second skin. She had glossed her full lips a deep r
ed and her finger and toenails were painted to match. She stood barefooted in fr
ont of me, all tanned and sexy.I remarked on just how sexy she looked, and of co

urse she took this compliment as she now took all the compliments I made her; wi
thout any fuss at all. It was then that I decided to give her the gift I had bee
n hiding in my room for the past three weeks. I ran upstairs and brought the nic
ely gift wrapped box back down. I handed it to Mum as nonchalantly as I could, m
y heart was beating like crazy. This was going to be the first big test.Mum love
d receiving gifts and she tore the wrapping paper off with child like enthusiasm
. When this was done she was left holding a box. She looked at me with surprise
in her expression and I encouraged her to look inside. She sat down on the couch
and put the box on her lap. As she did so her dress rose up leaving almost all
of her long thighs open to my lustful gaze. Unaware of this, Mum took the lid of
f the box. She shrieked with delight when she saw what I'd bought her. Quickly s
he took the contents out and held them up. They were a pair of blood red 4 inch
high heeled sandals. They had just two thin straps over the instep and they fast
ened with another, high around the ankle. I asked if she liked them but her reac
tion had already answered that question.Mum asked why I had bought her such a lo
vely pair of shoes that must have been so expensive. I replied that I'd seen the
m in the store window and thought that they deserved to be on the best pair of l
egs in town. I suggested she put them on because they'd go so well with her dres
s and Mum agreed. I sat opposite as she slowly crossed her right leg over her le
ft. Mum was completely oblivious to the fact that in so doing she had given me a
quick glimpse of her flimsy black panties. I could feel my dick stiffen as she
placed the first sandal on her foot and tied the strap around her beautifully sl
im ankle. When she crossed her legs to put the other one on, I was in just the r
ight position to get an extended view up her dress. The dress was high cut aroun
d the neck so there was no cleavage to see, but it was clear that Mum wasn't wea
ring a bra. When the shoes were on, Mum stood up to look at herself in the full
length mirror in the hallway. I took this opportunity to nip up to my room and b
ring down a camera so that I could get a few shots before she went out.When I ca
me back down , Mum had returned to the living room. I told her that she looked b
etter than any supermodel and that she deserved to have some photos taken to mar
k the occasion. Mum blushed and said she wouldn't want the local photo lab to de
velop pictures of her like this. I explained that my camera was a digital one an
d that the images were translated by my computer. I assured her that only the tw
o of us would see them and that I would like to pick the best one and frame it f
or her as a gift. I could see she was coming round to the idea so I pleaded and
mentioned that she still had an hour to spare. When Mum agreed I could hardly be
lieve that my plan was going so well. I was glad I'd worn tight jeans because th
ey wouldn't allow my bulge to get too big, although it was pretty uncomfortable
to stand up. I had 36 high resolution shots at my disposal. I started Mum off wi
th some innocuous poses until we were both in the swing of things. Then I sugges
ted to her that we get a little more variety going. I asked her to turn her back
towards me and to put her hands on her hips with her head turned to face me. Th
is went well, so I decided to ask Mum to bend from the waist as if she were fast
ening her shoes. Surprisingly, to me, she did so. I bent down low so as to make
her legs look even longer and in so doing I got a great shot that included Mum's
thong covere
d ass. For the last few pictures I asked Mum to use the couch. She crossed her l
egs for me both ways and even agreed to lie down with one leg straight and the o
ther bent at the knee. When the last photo was taken I couldn't believe how well
it had gone. As a bonus, Mum even suggested to me that we keep this to ourselve
s.When I was left alone I rushed up to my room and downloaded the camera's conte
nts into my computer. I had bought the camera especially for this purpose and wa
s amazed by how good the results were. There were enough photos here to keep me
jerking off for the rest of my life. I had also purchased some special photo pap
er and printed one of the tame shots I had taken of Mum onto a sheet. Then I pla
ced it in a nice frame so that I could give it to her later.It was now time to p
ut stage 3 into full swing. From here on in things would become very tricky. If
I judged things badly it could be the end of my family life forever. Anyway, I p
ut those thoughts out of my mind to concentrate on my plan. The next phase start

ed a couple of days later. Mum was alone in the kitchen and I greeted her with m
y, by now customary, pet name of 'Sexy Legs'. She turned and smiled at me and I
took the chance to give her the framed photograph. Mum was very impressed by bot
h the quality of the shot and her appearance in it , but she hoped I wouldn't be
too upset if only she ever got to view it. Of course, that suited me perfectly
but I feigned disappointment. That look I gave also got the reply from Mum that
I'd wanted. She felt guilty that I'd gone to so much trouble and asked if there
was anything special that I'd like from her.I joked that next I'd like to take s
ome photos of her in some lacy underwear and stockings. Mum laughed this off, as
I hoped she would , and said I'd have to think again. But the seed was now set.
Over the next few weeks, every time Mum asked me to do something like tidy my r
oom or run an errand, I'd tell her that she knew what my price would be. It beca
me a big joke between the two of us but I knew that before too long she would ne
ed me for something so bad that it would force her into paying my price. My oppo
rtunity came after about another month. Mum had been making plans for ages to go
to a show with her friends in a nearby town. Tickets for the show were like gol
d dust and I remember how excited she was to have bought some for her and a coup
le of friends. She was getting ready to drive to the station to catch the last t
rain when she told me her car wouldn't start. There was no time to call a cab an
d she begged me to take her in mine.Once again I told her what my price was, but
this time I wasn't smiling. At first Mum didn't realise that I was serious and
told me to stop messing about and get my car keys. But when I said that the keys
were staying in my pocket until she agreed to pay me what I wanted, the atmosph
ere changed. At first Mum said that it was out of the question, but as the minut
es ticked by and her chances of making the train became slimmer, I heard her say
that she'd do it. I tried to keep the sense of triumph out of my voice as I tol
d Mum I wanted to take another 36 shots of her wearing just some sexy bra and pa
nties, hold ups and high heels. Mum was serious and sullen but said that she'd a
gree to 20 photos. I replied that that would be ok providing one of them was top
less. She went quiet for a moment, so I reminded her that if she was going to ma
ke the train we had to leave soon. At that point I knew that she'd agree but tha
t things between us had changed forever. Mum reluctantly promised that tomorrow
I could take my photos. I knew she was too nice to break that promise so I rushe
d her to the station and put her on the train.That night I could hardly sleep. I
pulled myself off a couple of times just thinking about tomorrow. I must have d
rifted off because next thing I knew it was daylight. When I got downstairs Mum
was alone sitting on the couch. She looked up at me and suggested we get it over
with right away. I told her I wanted to take the shots in my bedroom and that I
'd wait there for her. I followed Mum upstairs and we both went into our own roo
ms. I took the time to get the camera ready an