My Mom Wants to be Taken Ch. 03

For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are at least 18 years of age!

Authors note. Thanks for the support, and helping me find a great editor for this story.

And a huge thanks to my editor RFFAST for his work fixing all my errors.

To be familiar with the characters, it would help to read my first two chapters of the story, or you might miss out on some of the references in this part.

My Mom Wants To Be Taken -- Chapter 3

The fact that Fran wanted to be gangbanged was troubling me. But it was her fantasy, and I was going to help her try it out. I was way too jealous of our Mom-son role playing to let some random guys fuck the woman I loved. Looking online I found some strap on dildo sets with a Snap-On system so you could change dildos quickly. If I had her go to a motel room and hide her head under the bedcover with her lower half hanging out, I could tie her up enough to give her the feeling of being taken.

I texted Fran, the next morning. "I think I have worked out how to do it. I will recruit some guys from the two universities here, and I will have you book a room in the old Motel next to the Highway. When you are ready, you can cover the upper half of your body in the bedcovers, and I will tie your hands so you can't get away. If I leave your phone in your hand, you can text me the safe word whenever you want to call it off. I will get the guys to come in one at a time, and they can fuck you."

"Oh, OK, when do you want to do it," Fran texted back a few minutes later.

"This weekend, if you are game. It will be easy to find four of five horny guys around here." I sent back, hoping she would chicken out.

"Will you be one of them?" Fran asked, sending me a thrill.

"I could be, but I don't think I will let you know which one." I sent back, keeping her wondering.

"I was hoping you would cum inside me without a condom and fill my pussy." Fran texted. This naturally had me pumping all the blood to my cock. It was a wonder I didn't pass out.

Setting my phone on self-timer, I placed it between my legs and pulled on my cock. When the timer went off, I had a good photo of my cock and balls shot from below.

"I will take that as a yes." Fran sent, with a photo of her fingers on her clit, making it sit up, begging for attention.

"I wish I could lick that for you." I sent, my pumping getting frantic now.

"I wish I could have yours in my mouth too." Fran sent the video of her fingering her ass, which immediately pushed me over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, I am cumming." I sent back a video of me splashing my chest with cum.

"I will see you Saturday night. I will text you the room number when I book in." Fran sent, complete with a photo of her leaking pussy.

The next few days went by quickly at school and also prepared for Saturday night. Fran had let slip that her son went to the same school as me, so it was easy to set up some familiar names to use. I had some friends pre-recorded speaking on my laptop in different tones to throw her off that it was only going to be me each time.

My classmates had a great time doing this for me, and I passed it off as an assignment, nothing unusual at the college. One challenge was the sex shop I went to last time was the only place I could get the strap on in time for this weekend.

I walked into the adult shop and headed straight to the area with the strap-ons. And as luck would have it, the same girl saw me and instantly made a beeline towards me. I could not believe my luck.

"Can I help you, sir?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.

"It's alright I have what I want right here." I said, picking up the things I had already checked out online.

She politely rang up the toys, and when she handed me the bag, she said, "I hope your mother enjoys them."

"Me too." I said smiling back at her and blushing.

We had agreed that we would wait until after dark on Saturday night. It was excruciating knowing Fran as in town after lunch, but we waited until after 6:00 PM. I got a text, "Room 126 but wait for twenty minutes."

I was outside in ten minutes and watched with my backpack in my hand as I could see a shadow under the curtain every now and then. Then I got another text, "I'm ready if you're early, I am dripping wet."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I crossed the road, walked up to the door, and saw it being held open by a shoe. I pushed the door open to be greeted by the beautiful sight of Fran's lower body kneeling over the end of the bed and her upper half covered in the motel bedcover. I found her hands under the covers, and went to work quickly. Looping a rope over one, I pushed it under the leg of the bed, running it under the bedhead and up to her other wrist.

"OK, Mom, hold onto the end of the rope in this hand If you need to get out, just let go and you will be free." I whispered, trying to disguise my voice.

"I got an, "OK," text from under the covers, as she had her phone in her hand. That worked bursa escort for me.

I put my laptop down on the table near the door and opened it and played the sound clip I recorded with my friends earlier. The sound of feet shuffling and a few muffled voices and a lot of 'SSssssSSHH' sounds were heard, as I put on the strap-on and the first dildo.

"Adam is ready, and I made him put on a condom. Are you ready to start, Mom?" I texted. I got a thumbs-up emoji, and Fran wiggled her bottom.

I got on my knees behind Fran and nudged the dildo into her opening, just pushing in enough to test if she would go through with it, and she just moaned and pushed back on my dildo. I thrust forward and started to fuck Fran at a good pace, loving the feeling of roaming my hands over her body. It was wonderful to finally have free access to her body in person, and it was worth the wait.

I could feel her starting to get close, and I jerked a few times, pulled out and squirted some warm cream I had ready onto her ass, as she trembled in my hands. I pressed play, and Adam apologized for cumming too soon. Then I opened the door as I let in another 'guy' as Adam left.

"Are you ready for Clay? He is a bit bigger than Adam, and I hope he lasts longer." I texted Fran, as I ran my hand over her ass and sipped my fingers into her pussy.

"Hurry." was the answer I got back.

I changed dildos to a larger size and rolled on another condom. I knelt behind Fran and slipped half the 6" dildo inside her with the first stroke. I could see Fran's ass and pussy contracting as I pushed the dildo inside her. I ran my thumb around her ass, and I felt her push back onto it. I ran my thumb through the fake cum and lubed her ass up with it. I started to thrust my strap-on into her and began pushing my thumb into her ass, Fran let out a moan and her ass muscles relaxed and allowed me entrance.

It didn't take long for Fran to climax, and I could feel her ass contracting around my thumb. I pulled out the dildo and squirted the fake cum on her pussy and asshole.

"Thanks baby, that was hot." I whispered in a deeper tone, to throw her off that they were all me.

I hit play on a sound clip of Clay leaving and James, my real name coming in. In the clip, my real name was revealed 'accidentally' by Clay as he was going.

"James is here, let me know when you are ready?" I texted, and just stayed still for a while.

"Describe him." Was her only reply.

"6'2" Blond hair, blue eyes, OK chest, has a big smile and a good size cock." I texted back, describing myself and trying not to be too modest.

"RHUBARB." Fran texted.

Damn. It was our 'safe word.'

"I have an emergency, and I have to go. Sorry. Please forgive me!" Fran texted as she shrugged a few times and covered the rest of herself with the bedcovers.

"It's OK, just give me a second to leave. You are safe. I'm just here." I whispered back, resisting the urge to hug her through the covers, as much as I wanted to.

I bundled up all my stuff, threw it into the backpack, put on my clothes and my sneakers and closed the door behind me. Only then did I realize I forgot my socks for the sake of speed, I was worried all the way back to the apartment. I knew she had freaked out, but I didn't know why, and I was worried I would lose her over this.

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Mom called that night and said, "I'm on her way through town in the morning. Do you want me to pick you up, so you don't have to get a bus with all your stuff?" It would be handy as the last semester was finished, and I had to get out of the apartment in a few days.

"Mom you are a lifesaver, I will have everything packed. What time will you be here?" I asked. It was good to hear from her, but I was still worried about Fran.

I lay awake late that night and still hadn't heard from Fran. I was really getting worried I had lost her. I didn't want to text her to give her time and space, but I just couldn't resist.

"I am sorry I upset you today, and I hope you are alright. Please don't run away from me, because I love you." I sent, and sat looking at my phone waiting.

"Oh God I am so sorry. I thought you would never forgive me for not taking you too. I just freaked out. It wasn't what I thought my fantasy would be like. It should have just been you and not all the others; I made a mistake. I love you too." Fran texted back. My heart leapt for joy.

"Mom, it was just me, and each time it has always been only me. It was me on the bus and all three times in the booth, and today too. Look." I texted, with a photo of the watch and the wristband from the booth. Then another picture of the strap-on and dildos with the condoms still on. Lastly, the bottle of fake cum.

"It should have been you inside of me each time. I was trying to fulfill a fantasy, and my fantasy was always just you." Fran texted back. I could almost feel the relief from here.

"I wish it had been. I was not feeling right bursa escort bayan about it, but I wanted to do it to please you. Even though I was jealous of the fake guys giving you an orgasm." I texted, pouring out my feelings.

"I faked the orgasm. I was not turned on by what was going on, like I thought I would be. I guess the idea did turn me on, but when it came down to it, I just should have said no." Fran said, bringing a huge sigh from me.

"Thank God! Why didn't you give me the safe word sooner?" I texted, still a bit confused.

"You had put so much effort into arranging all the guys. I didn't want to disappoint everyone." She texted back. I am glad she stopped it when she did.

"I would have been happy to crawl up under the covers and just cuddle with you." I texted back, feeling better that she was just mine from now on.

"That would have been perfect to have you and just you. Night Baby." She texted, ending our chat.

"I love you. Nite." I texted back, and waited to see if she would respond.

"No, you hang up." She texted back, bringing a smile to my face.

"No, you hang up." I texted back, still waiting and smiling myself.

"Love you," She texted, and that was the last one.

I woke up the next morning and rushed around, packing the last of my things. I was all done by the time Mom turned up at my door. We put my bags in the back of her SUV, and we were on our way home.

"So, what have you been up to the last few days?" Mom asked, after we got out of town and onto the highway.

"I was at school until late last night, finishing the last assignment so that I would have the holidays free." I answered, looking over at Mom. Stealing a quick glance, she still had a good body for being almost forty.

"I am happy you are home too. I have two weeks off from work and thought we could head to the coast for a holiday. What do you think?" Mom asked, smiling at me and blowing me away.

"That sounds like a plan." I answered, loving the idea of relaxing and chatting with Fran whenever I liked.

We were home in another hour and a half, and Mom put all my washing through the washer and dryer so I would have some clean clothes when we went away.

"How are you today, Honey?" Fran asked in a text that night as I settled in my old room.

"I have the rest of this assignment to finish before I fly home tomorrow." I lied, and felt guilty straight away.

I am still living out of hotel rooms for the next few days, so I will need you to keep me company at night." Fran said. I was only too glad to help.

I sent Fran a photo of me full-frontal from the shoulders down, and she sent one back of her in bed from the neck down with her body on white sheets. It was a beautiful photo. I could make out every detail of her body. God bless Samsung's phone.

I pulled out my pantie stash from my backpack and took a photo of me cumming into her panties. I sent a photo of the mess to Fran with the Text, "This is my last pair until I return to college in a month, what am I going to do until then?"

"Don't worry. I will keep you supplied with photos and will have plenty built up to send you when you return. Or you could steal some from that lucky Mother of yours." She replied with a beautiful close up of her pussy.

"What if she found them missing, or with cum stains in the crotch?" I texted back.

"She would definitely do this." She texted, with a video of her pulling on a pair of panties I had sent back with my cum on the gusset. Then she pushed her fingers into the wetness and forced the crotch of the panty and the cum into her pussy. I could see her shaking as her orgasm overtook her body.

"I love you, Mom." I ended the conversation.

"I love you too, Honey." She signed off.

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Mom and I had breakfast at the airport the next morning and took the flight to Myrtle Beach. We jumped straight into the rental car and were at the beach house Mom had rented in no time. There was a little village close to the house so we could pick up anything we needed with just a short walk.

We both settled into our rooms, the house had a little lounge and a covered porch, but the real draw was the beach that expanded out from the porch, it went on forever, blue ocean and white sand for as far as the eye could see.

"Oh, Mom, look; it's beautiful." I said, as Mom walked past me and down onto the sand.

I followed her down to the water, and we stood in the foam wash of the waves. We let the water lap over our feet, as the smell of the salt air announced that we were on holiday; as it always had. I moved to Mom's side, and she laid her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me.

The next morning, I felt much more relaxed after an early night. When I came out of my room, I was greeted by the sight of Mom in a long Tee-shirt and not much else. It took a while with my imagination going wild before I saw a glimpse of her bikini escort bursa bottom.

"Time for a sunbake and a swim?" Mom asked, and she grabbed some sun lotion and a towel.

I quickly changed into shorts and grabbed a towel leaving my phone next to Moms on the charger. I got down to the beach to find Mom already lying on the towel. Her string bikini covered a little of her ass, and the string normally around her neck and across her back was lying by her sides. I spread out my towel and lay next to Mom as we soaked up the warm sun.

That's how the next few days went, we would bake, then swim then bake again. I did put some sunscreen on Mom's back, but I wasn't game to explore any more than socially respectable.

"How are you doing, baby?" Fran asked, in a text on the third night. The texts had been a bit few and far between, as Mom and I were together most of the time.

"I feel a little guilty actually," I replied, not sure if I should have brought it up.

"What's happening? Have you found a beautiful young thing to replace me?" Fran texted back straight away.

"I have been with my Mom the whole time, but I honestly feel like I am cheating on you." I replied, trying to work through my emotions.

"I know how you feel, I have been close to my son too, and it feels so nice to have all his attention. I don't think you are cheating, she is your Mom, and she is probably wet from you just being right next to her." Fran texted back.

"Yea, Yea, she probably thinks I am a freak for looking at her butt while she is in her bikini." I texted back, with a photo of my erection.

I bet she can't open her legs because she has a wet spot on her bikini crotch." Fran texted back, with a photo of her pussy leaking juice.

"I wish she would come into my room in just a see-through nightie so that I could see her body." I texted back, with a video of me stroking my cock.

"I would love to walk into my son's room and find him asleep with his morning wood uncovered and laying on his thigh." Fran texted, with a video of her pushing two fingers into her pussy.

"I dare you to go into his room in just your Tee-shirt, so he can smell your pussy on you." I texted, teasing her.

"I dare you to go into her room with just your shorts on, and if she is awake, start a conversation with her while she is naked under the covers." Fran, texted, with a photo of her holding her covers back, showing her naked.

"It would be my ultimate fantasy to run in there naked and jump under the covers like I am scared of something and cuddle up to her." I texted her back.

"What if she is naked and wet?" Fran said, making it all seem possible.

"What would you really do if your son came running into your room right now, naked?" I asked, holding my breath.

"I would love him to do that. It would be my dream." Fran texted back, with a photo of her fingers circling her clit.

"Here, I come!" I texted back, with a photo of my hard cock as I crossed the hall.

"I'm ready for you." Fran texted, with a photo of her with her legs and arms spread wide ready for me to join her.

I stood shaking at Mom's bedroom door and turned the knob, ready to open the door and rush over to her bed before she had a chance to react. One, Two, Three. I opened the door, ran over to Mom's bed, pulled up the sheets, and on top of her wide-open body, pressing my hard cock to her belly. To my shock, she was naked.

"Fran!" was all I could get out, as I was stammering and looking at her. She was still holding her phone in her hand, strumming her clit.

"James, it's you?" Mom said, as she looked back to me in shock.

"Mom, it was you all the time?" I asked, my head reeling.

I hadn't thought this far ahead. I figured Mom would chastise me for the prank, but we had already done so much together and said so much stuff, shared so many of our inner desires.

"James, get out of my bed!" Mom said, in a frightened tone.

"Sorry, Mom, I..., I'm so sorry." I said as I retreated to my room.

I wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor. I sat on my bed, pulling my shorts on, covering myself from the shame. I could never come back from this. And there was no one to talk to. Fran was gone, it had been Mom all along. I had been inside her fantasy, and now I had burst that one too. I tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come. I just lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling, hoping the crack up in the corner would swallow me up.

I ate breakfast early and headed down to the beach, I walked along for most of the day only turning around when I knew it would be after dark when I got home, so I might avoid seeing Mom and having 'that look' used on me. When I did get back, she was already in her room with the door shut, and I was happy to leave it that way.

Fuck, we had another week and a half of this, and I didn't think I could be any more miserable. The next day dragged on forever, and when I got back to the house, Mom had already retreated to her room. I decided to write Mom a note and then take off.

I opened the app and typed up the note. I then deleted it and started again. Then, when I had finished the third time I looked at it and decided it was never going to be right, there was no right here, so I sent it and tried to sleep, but it eluded me this night too.