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Last Day of School

By: Taffy II



All through school I’d had the same sexy form tutor, she wasn’t a model but I liked the way she looked, she was 5ft 4, fit with big tits. She was a games tutor at the school I went to but took our form class in the morning and afternoon. Please understand this is only a dream not real – unfortunately.

I walked to school on a cold winter’s morning; it was the last day before the school finished for the Christmas break, I wasn’t thinking about much except the holidays as I arrived at school. I stood outside with my classmates waiting for our teacher to open the block, the school I went to was spread over a campus and not even us seniors were allowed into the blocks between classes. That morning a male math teacher walked in with our class register explaining that our regular form tutor Miss Holmes was preparing for something in the gym (she was a girls PE teacher). He took the register and let us sit talking, discussing homework or the previous nights TV. The school bell rang and we all got up to walk to our next lessons – as I was going out, the math teacher grabbed my arm, I turned around expecting to be in trouble.

‘Miss Holmes want’s to see you in her office right after third lesson’ I walked off pissed as we finished after third lesson for the holidays the schools ‘Christmas present’ and so the teachers could go and get pissed. I wondered all day what it could be about.

I sat through third lesson, which was Biology, we always had a good laugh at the teacher, when the bell rang for the end of class I picked up my coat & bag and walked across the school to the gym. 

I walked through the gym and knocked on her office door, there was no answer so I waited, suddenly the door opened and I looked up and saw she wasn’t in a good mood.

‘Come in Matt … take a seat, you’ve done better this term Matt, your grades are up.’

‘You’ve done better this term Matt, your grades are up’

‘Thanks Miss’

‘I’m not coming back next term so I wanted to give you a Christmas present to say well done’

‘OK Miss’ I sat impatiently just wanting to go home for the holidays.

‘Do you like me Matt?’ She didn’t wait for a reply ‘I’ve watched you looking at me if I wear a tight top or a gym skirt … I’ve seen your hard on … most of the girls have’ I moved uncomfortably in the chair.

‘Are you a virgin Matt?’ She asked bluntly, 

‘Uh Hu’ was all I could muster.

‘Can’t have that can we, do you want to be a man Matt? She was trying to teasing … it was working too, my cock was growing as she opened her legs.

‘Stand up and drop your trousers … now’ I sat stunned at her bluntness, not quite knowing what to do.

‘Stand up and take your trousers off.’ She repeated

‘Wow your hard’ she looked down at my cock which was been restrained by my underwear.

‘I want you Matt, strip down’ I began taking off my clothes, I stood just in my underwear.

‘Nice cock.’ She knelt and began to play with my cock, running her warm fingers up and down my shaft; she ripped off my underwear and started to lick my balls.

‘Come on’ She held out her hand and led me to sit on her desk, she started to suck my cock. I let my hands run through her hair and down to her tits, her blond hair was fine and smooth.

‘Do you like my tits Matt?’ I felt her tits more; she was making me even hornier.

‘Their nice Miss’

‘Good now I’m gonna fuck you.’ She stood up and stripped down in seconds, her firm tits looked even better, her pussy was glistening with her juices, she locked the bolts on the door. She walked back over and pushed my shoulders back so I lay on the desk helpless, she climbed onto me and guided my virgin cock into her pussy, with one single stroke she took my length into her tight pussy. ‘Does that feel good Matt’

‘Oh Yes Miss’

She started rocking back and fore on my cock cowboy style, she held my chest down with her strong arms watching the pain & pleasure in my face. She carried on for ten minutes before she moved to pumping hard

‘I’m gonna cum real soon’

‘You cum when I tell you’ She demanded and started to pump faster & faster

‘I really need to cum Miss’

‘Soon … soon and call me Sarah’ She slowed down and leaned to kiss me on the lips ‘I’m not protected so you can’t come inside me, you can cum over my tits.’ She rolled me over and told me to pull out and wank over her tits. I came hard, my cum shot over her neck and face; she licked her lips before pushing me onto the floor.

‘Good, you can recover while I go and shower, then you can fuck me up the ass.’ She walked out so I got up and sat in her chair, the thought of her sweaty ass in that chair made me even more horny, I soon forgot about that when I saw Sarah showering with the whole girls swimming team, my cock was already getting hard again.

I watched them showering together for ten minutes before Sarah walked back into her office, she came around the side of the desk and reached for my hard cock and dragged me around to her side of the desk.

‘You wanna fuck my ass?’

‘Yes Miss’

‘Good, I’m nice n’ wet after showering with your classmates, put your cock up to my ass’ She leant over the corner of her desk so the corner was in her pussy, I pushed my cock into the entrance of her tight ass and started to push my length in. I pumped her ass slowly at first then faster and faster until I shot my whole load right up her ass. I collapsed on top of her with my cock still up her ass until I got my breath back.

I pulled my cock out of her ass and fell into the chair, she turned around and stood up. She bent down and kissed my lips deeply.

‘Go get showered then come back here.’ I staggered across the changing rooms to the shower. I washed my whole body before rinsing off and walking back to the office.

‘Get dry and dressed Matt’ She threw a towel at me, I dried my body and dressed back in my school uniform, Miss Holmes was dressed again she motioned for me to come around the side of her desk.

‘Did you enjoy that?’ She asked

‘Yes Miss … Thanks’

‘I’m glad you enjoyed it, here’s a present to make sure you don’t forget me, don’t open it until your on your own in bed.’ She passed me a padded envelope; I slipped it into my bag and stood up to leave.

‘I think you’ll do well Matt, you’ll have no problems getting a shag from now on … now go home and enjoy Christmas’ I left her office and walked home.

That night in bed I opened the envelope to find a damp pair of knickers, I slept with them under my pillow that night, every couple of weeks I got sent a ‘fresh’ pair but never saw or heard from her again.

Last Day of School



This is my first attempt at publishing a mom & son incest story. I've taken some story time to set the background, so if you're looking for a quick wham bam then you're better looking elsewhere. Admittedly there's little dialogue in the first half but hopefully the second half will make up. I hope you enjoy it.

As ever, this is a work of total fiction. Names and events are strictly the product of my questionable imagination.

It was the last day of the final term. Exams over, the students of Raydale Academy were looking forward to their summer break. For Tom, a second year sixth-former, this was his final year. As often was the case, the powerful July sun made the classroom hot and stuffy. Not all the teaching staff would agree to windows being left open enough to cool the room and Miss Jenkins - also known as 'frosty knickers' by most of her pupils - was one of the old breed. Born and bred with Glaswegian blood in her, she suffered no fools. Granted, she was an excellent mathematician. She knew her subject thoroughly and had little time for anyone who did not share her passion for all things numerical.

There was little to do. Studies, exams, sports day, careers advice days, parents evenings were all complete. The only books they had on the last day were novels - paperbacks brought from home. Tom flicked idly through the pages of a Stephen King horror story. His mind wasn't on the book. Tom was a daydreamer, always had been. Despite being a model student and an all-round sports enthusiast, any free time, especially in a hot, stuffy classroom, he retreated into his own world.

Tom was a shy boy, though a popular one at school. From a tubby adolescent, his interest in sport had made him fit, and with a spurt in height combined with his mother's insistence of a healthy diet, he had grown into a tall handsome young man. His finely chiselled jaw, sparkling blue eyes and warm smile had made him popular with the girls. But Tom was shy. Always had been, despite his mom's best efforts to bring him out of his shell.

Mom had been great, even more so now that dad had gone. He had a sister, Lisa, barely 11 months younger than him, but Tom was the apple of mom's eye and could do no wrong. Lisa, although outgoing with boys always around her, just wasn't interested in studies or sports. Lisa was Lisa, an attractive brunette with a gorgeous figure. She was intent on living life to the full. OK, she did part time work and did occasional babysitting, but every penny earned was spent on Lisa, every moment of free time was Lisa-time.

There had been regular arguments between mom and dad. He gambled, drank far too much, had a liking for any pretty woman except his long suffering wife. They had parted for weeks on end, then completely just two years ago. The divorce was still going through. Tom became mom's rock; she depended on him a lot. And despite her husband's desire to seek other women, Kate was still very attractive, could still turn heads every time she walked down the street. Not quite as much a sports lover as her son, she still accompanied Tom occasionally when he went swimming at the town pool and, for as long as Tom could remember, mom always ferried him to the inter-school football games.

Although mom didn't really understand football tactics, she was always there to cheer the team and, with St. John Ambulance training and two courses of understanding basic sports injuries, she was always there to help and offer advice when clashes between rival teams became personal. In fact some of the guys, Tom felt, feigned injuries - not so much to fool the referee, but to seek help from mom's magic fingers.

The words on page 85 of 'Carrie' were merging together. Blurred sentences were becoming harder to read as the heat in the classroom, added to Tom's general boredom, meant he was drifting into another dream world of his own making. Tom was popular amongst the girls. There had been numerous dates, and even more numerous meetings in a quiet part of the sports fields surrounding the school. The school and the surrounding grounds had been donated by a rich benefactor - a local millionaire businessman - some years ago. Being shy, Tom rarely sought out girls. They sought out him, attracted by his physique, which was not always outwardly visible but very much on show in the changing rooms - not initially to the girls, but rumours get around. Although sometimes exaggerated during gossip, there was indeed much desire by the girls to know how much of the gossip was true. None of the few girls who had persuaded Tom to let them suck his cock, or just wank him off, had been disappointed.

Mom, of course, knew all along. Mothers do.

The warmth and unusual quietness made him sleepy. Frosty knickers stood no nonsense. Any talking usually resulted in one warning, then a visit to the head. Even during the final session of the school year, no-one dare challenge that. Tom's eyes closed. A vivid image of Tanya came into his head. She was fit. Large firm tits, an ass so gorgeously round, tight waist, long slim legs proudly displayed - her school skirt shortened to the absolute minimum she could get away with.

At 2.30pm, the bell rang for the final time as far as Tom was concerned. It brought him abruptly to reality. It seemed he'd only been asleep for a few moments, but the vision of Tanya was still vivid in his head. Like many dreams, the vision had been far from reality. A peep hole, a small piece of broken, missing frosted glass had come out of an outside window of the girls' sports changing room. It was too small to bother the caretaker into replacing the full pane but big enough for a spy hole. For an inquisitive boy, as tall as Tom, it was plenty big enough.

From the path, no-one could see the peep hole, which was just at head height and was obscured from the path by a large shrub. Some of the boys knew of it, as Jenkins the caretaker probably did. Creepy he was, and predisposed to having a leer at any passing bit of skirt. The pervy old devil probably had good reason why the glass wasn't repaired. The boys, of course, were in class when the girls had gym or sports, except after school hockey and tennis versus neighbouring schools. Sometimes it paid to hang around a while.

Taller than many of the boys, Tom had spied without having to stand on tiptoe. Numerous times in fact because curiosity wasn't affected by shyness, but only once was Tanya in his line of vision. She had stripped down to panties and sports bra before putting on her hockey gear. What an ass! Plump but not through being overweight, rounded to perfection. Even covered by simple cotton panties Tanya's ass was perfection.

Some girls seemed aware of the game and placed towels or small bags on the windowsill next to the hole. Frustration was part of the fun and any glimpse of flesh was even more welcome. Girls seemed less hung up about nudity. Differences, for example, in breast size and pubic hair seemed to be largely accepted, whereas any boy casting more than a glance at another boy's cock was automatically deemed gay. So, while hanging around outside the girls' changing room was sometimes pointless, at other times the rewards were great, and poking a pencil through the hole to dislodge a sweater was part of the game. But shy Tom wouldn't do that, would he?

The words 'school's out for summer' rang in Tom's ears as the bell silenced. The daydreams, even short ones, had an effect on a certain part of his anatomy. He paused, several minutes, before joining the rest. He cleared the last of his belongings from his locker. An early finish for sixth formers meant the rush and push down the driveway to the school gates wasn't anywhere near as hectic as usual. Neither was the bus home. Usually, Tom made no effort to sit with any of the girls he knew but, if the bus was near full, it sometimes happened that he had no choice. Today was different. Tanya was alone.

Tom smiled, "Mind if I ...?"

"Sure." She moved the new pink and white Adidas sport bag on to her lap.

Tom felt less stressed than normal. He and mom had chatted last night, one of several since his 18th party a few months before. He was still shy. His father hadn't helped, constantly putting him down. But his father was gone. Mom had called in his room shortly before bedtime to have one of her little chats. Tom simply couldn't remember exactly what mom had said. Nor could he remember getting undressed or into bed. He did, however, remember how good and confident he felt just before she left him to go back downstairs. Sometime during the night he'd woken, embarrassed, rapidly cooling cum soaking his boxer shorts.

School rules were strict and girls were told that no more than one blouse button should be open. This didn't stop them from being opened once outside school grounds. Tanya, like many others Tom supposed, had three undone. Of course, he wasn't purposely looking when Tanya turned sideways to move her bag. Nor was he purposely looking before he sat down; at least that's what he told himself. But it only took a second to notice the depth of her cleavage. Deep and dark, because Tanya's breasts, her tits, her boobs, her milk jugs were simply divine, enhanced by the bra she was wearing. Her cleavage, a deep, gradually darkening, enchanting, seemingly bottomless cleft. At least that was Tom's considered opinion.

She couldn't have, wouldn't have noticed. No time. Just a quick glance and the image was stored in Tom's wank bank. Nicely tanned, smooth and, Tom imagined, with delicious nipples there to be sucked. Not from his own experience, oh no, not Tom. But he'd heard from others, seen similar breasts in the newsagents tit magazines. He wouldn't dare ask Tanya for a date. He would never see those tits himself, he was too shy. Tanya seemed to be looking out of the bus window. He helped himself to another peek ... awkwardly turning his head to admire them.

Looking now back towards him, Tom was surprised that Tanya started to chat away. She didn't know, couldn't know he'd taken a peek at the team just before that hockey match. After the match had finished would have been better as the hole was just opposite the showers. He'd heard that some of the team talked for a while in the showers, naked, totally uninhibited and unhurried, not pressed to get changed for the next lesson, letting the powerful, hot spray cleanse their skin and ease their aches. He'd seen Tanya in bra and pants though and that was enough to stimulate the wank bank inside his head.

Sat next to her now, talking about their mutual interest in sport and particularly the fundamentals of hockey, Tom realised how much greater their friendship could have been. But he was still shy. Tanya left the bus four stops before him. He could have walked with her a while but he'd already been concealing his erection before she left, squeezing past him, school skirt waistband tucked under, shortening the skirt length. Her butt just brushed against him. Had she just ... No, it was purely accidental that Tanya had caught Tom's foot just as the bus was slowing. As she caught hold of the rail just behind, her cleavage ... the very top of her gorgeous, sexily scented tits ... had been thrust into Tom's face. The woody stayed with him after he'd reached his stop. School bags came in real handy sometimes.

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Kate had left school with the bare minimum required to enable her to get a secretarial job; agency work at first but then securing regular work as a medical secretary. Her manager, seeing potential, had persuaded Kate to take in-house NHS training, to hone her secretarial skills. More than anything, though, Kate had excellent people skills. Quietly spoken, with a soft, smooth voice, people found her easy and clear to listen to, as well as a good listener herself. Other staff she came regularly into contact with found Kate would just stay a while, over a coffee break, always patiently listening to their problems, confident that they wouldn't be shared with anyone else. Often they didn't need advice - just someone to listen. For a short while Kate did some relief work in Psychiatry, just typing up patient notes and GP letters. How peoples problems could be helped by sympathetically interacting with them really interested her.

During her secretarial years, Kate met and married Don. Though quietly spoken, Kate was a firecracker in bed. Unfortunately Don's life revolved more and more around booze and the bookies. Words were exchanged, promises were made. Passionate sex resumed. Tom was born, quickly followed by Lisa. Don stopped his drinking and gambling for several years, though doubts arose in Kate's mind whether Don was playing away. He was.

Kate had helped Psychiatry out more and more to cover staff shortages. Equally available, at the cost of a cappuccino, to soothe other staff's problems and acutely aware of NHS cuts, Kate took to external part-time courses to improve her skills. Finally pushed by increasing cuts at the hospital, Kate graduated a course of clinical hypnotherapy. She started work at a dental surgery just weeks before she and Don split forever.

In bed, Kate would have relished the chance to rekindle the firecracker within her. Chances came, chances went. Her new work was with timid patients at a dental surgery. Kate had always been a great help, soothing friends' anxieties. Now she helped people so scared of sitting in a dentist chair that their dental health had decreased considerably. And she was getting paid much more than a secretary.

At the dental surgery, newly qualified Kate was given her own quiet treatment room. The important part was the absence of noise, affecting concentration, especially until the patient's stress had diminished. Thus the treatments were one-to-one. Quite by accident she found that her soft, smooth female voice caused the occasional male patient to get an erection and at least one female patient had moved uneasily in a way that suggested she was aroused too. Unable initially to understand why, she obviously became concerned about this and so she would tactfully ask the patient if they wanted to continue.

Ethical or not, Kate (with the full agreement of the patient) could build on it using the patient's secret arousal. Consider how much better would a visit to the dentist be, if you just knew powerful, but controlled sexual pleasure accompanied it.

Knowing she'd made this happen gave Kate another plan and, quite often, damp panties.

Of, course one other explanation could have been the third button of her blouse being undone. No. Surely that was just absent-mindedness on her part.

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Early back from school, Tom wasn't expecting mom home for ages, neither his sister who was going straight to a friend's house. The day was even hotter than earlier - 29°C - in the rear garden. Straight upstairs, Tom decided to change out of school clothes into tee-shirt and thin summer shorts. Stripped off, naked in the bathroom, Tom realised his cock was still semi, still partly aroused. Leaving the bus he'd found a note on his lap, dropped by Tanya whilst squeezing past him to get off the bus. 'Ring me 09876 123456 Tanya'. His bag had covered any embarrassment but it felt so good. His cock had rubbed against the bag during the short walk home. The bag still covered him when he collected the house key from Alice, their neighbour.

For some reason Tom thought Alice was hot. He didn't know why, for Alice was a little older than mom. But just these last few months he'd realised that many older women were sexy. The more he thought it through, the more sense it made. They had time, confidence, experience and in many cases true beauty. Puzzling he hadn't thought of it before. Picking up the key when mom was out meant he saw Alice regularly and it was only just recently they'd got talking. Why had he never noticed her tits before?

It was hot, too hot and sweaty for even a wank. Still naked, Tom paused a while to cool then slipped on his tee-shirt and shorts, grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge. The rear garden overlooked green belt - many miles of open countryside. Fencing and hawthorn hedging afforded fairly secluded areas offering private space for sunbathing, space which mom, sis and Tom used regularly. Tom settled on a sun lounger, beer at his side. Thoughts turned over in his mind. Mom had taken to wearing a new bikini. Always aware of suitable foods to keep the family healthy, she had also been dieting and had joined an evening keep fit group. Tom had noticed, hell, all the football guys had noticed the extra curves.

It was far too hot. Tom shed his tee-shirt. Looking around, there was no-one in the field, no-one beyond the hedges and shrubbery, no-one to see him slip his nylon shorts further down. The slight breeze blowing on his cock made him aware of how good fresh air felt there. Lying back on the lounger, Tom dozed off again, soon slipping into his own, private dreamworld.

*****

The rest of the appointments were for regular patients. Kate, even within the comfort of the air conditioned surgery, was glad to finish work for the day. An early finish meant beating the rush hour traffic. Her work was rewarding, she was able to help people who had shied for many years from the dentist chair. The increase in salary, however, was matched by the mentally draining work. After a mile or so the car AC kicked in, cooling the hot day. 25 minutes drive later she pulled onto the driveway.

Tom's all concealing school bag was dumped, as ever, just inside the door. Shaking her head, grumbling under her breath, Kate put the offending bag in the cupboard where it belonged.

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Tanya felt freshened by the shower. It had been a hard fought game. She had scored the winning goal in the dying seconds. Raydale was now top of the league. The bruises would heal but just now she was enjoying a long, relaxing shower. Most of the girls had dressed and left. Now that Toni's bag was gone, and with few clothes left around, Tom had an excellent view. Eyes closed, Tanya turned towards the window, allowing the warm water to stream down her back. With lathered hands she soaped her ample, firm young breasts, the lather and her fingers persuading her nipples to tingle. She shivered, touching lightly time and time again to repeat the pleasing shiver.

"Bye, Tanya. See ya."

"Bye."

The changing room door closed for the final time. With no-one around to see, Tanya's fingers moved down to her vee. It was as if Tom had a camcorder. He couldn't otherwise explain how he could zoom in on that very secret part. Spying through the broken pane he had a view that most of his friends would die for. Slowly, steadily, Tanya let the water stream down her shoulders, her back, her butt. Tweaking first her right nipple then the left, the fingers of her other hand busied themselves tormenting her clit. After the tension and physical exhaustion put into her role as captain, release came quickly. Muscles tensed then released as the orgasm pulsed through her.

During all of this, Tom had felt his cock firming and hardening. Even without his touch he could feel the voyeuristic pleasure building. He felt warm, comfortable and unable to resist the erotic pleasure building, centering on the very tip of his cock. He was certain he was going to ...

... Cum. Pulsing more and more and ... He awoke with a start. The very vivid dream remained inside his head. Warm, sticky cum coated his abdomen, his chest, gallons of it. Rapidly coming to his senses again he realised where he was. Glancing round, he couldn't see anyone in the field or peeking through bushes. He grabbed a tissue from his shorts pocket, mopped the mess, pulled his shorts back up. He felt both embarrassed and elated before a flush of relaxation passed through him. Content that no-one had seen, he lay back and rested again. The heat soon lulled him to sleep.




Last Day of School



Kate, his mom, had watched from the kitchen window, seen everything. He seemed to be sleeping again. Perhaps another chance for a chat while he was in the mood.

"Tom," she whispered quietly in his ear. "Tom, it's mom. Relax it's ok. Relax Tom, relax deeply son."

Subtle changes in Tom's breathing told Kate that all was ok.

Tom had the day confused in his head. Surely it was Friday? No? He was back at school and it was almost like ... groundhog day? He'd seen the movie. Stupid, impossible, but he was back at school. Tanya? Oh yes Tanya, he remembered that well. Tits, pubes, rubbing herself off in the shower. Sat here again at his desk he felt his cock growing, filling his pants with an impossible bulge. The teacher was Alice. Surely not? And her blouse was open. Hadn't anyone else noticed that Alice was displaying her bare breasts? Didn't anyone see her breasts didn't sag, even without the support of one if those bras he'd seen on the clothes line?

Alice looked at him, beckoned him forward. She was speaking but he couldn't hear. His eyes were fixed firmly on her wonderful breasts, topped with cherry nipples.

"Tom." Her finger pointed at him then beckoned again.

The bulge was still growing. It hurt. Awkwardly he eased out from behind the desk, came forward, his bulge was huge. Everyone could see and now they were pointing and he could sense the girls nudging each other in disbelief, or laughing at his embarrassment. Arriving at the front of the class and looking up he saw his mom, pointing downward for him to stand there just in front of her. How could he confuse mom and Alice? His pants were straining, hardly able to hold his cock which was still growing. As he stood, mom's hand reached forward, touched the bulge. It felt good, oh so good, but surely she couldn't? Not in front of class. He looked around. The room was empty except for him and mom and her fingers were now gripping the outline of his super-swollen cock. The room was getting warmer and warmer and ...

... He awoke with a start. The blazing sun had left him sweating. Slowly he came out of his dream. It had been so real. He sat up, reaching for the now warm beer beside him. His skin although partly tanned before was reddening. Hoping he hadn't burned he put his tee-shirt back on. Looking at his watch he realised an hour had passed. Mom would be due back in another hour or so. He would get a cool shower and pretend nothing had happened.

One problem though. As he turned, mom was asleep on a lounger behind him. He stopped abruptly. She had on just a skimpy yellow bikini bottom. The top lay on the patio by her side. What was really odd - and this was creepy odd - was that her breasts, tits, boobs, whatever were almost exactly as in his dream ... freckles, nipples, even a small birthmark that would normally remain hidden by her bra - all were the same as when he 'saw' her in the classroom. Weird. Not wanting to waken her he tried to be as quiet and still as possible. Her chest moved up and down to the rhythm of her breathing. Her stomach, not super slim, was good for a woman of her age. Her bikini bottom seemed a little small though, and the side laces tied tight. This made the thin material cling tight, forming a camel toe. Tom felt his erection build again.

What a crazy day. A boring, little happening day at school. Tanya chatting away to him - Tom - the shyest boy in school. Then Alice, why had he never noticed her cleavage before? The hot day, dreaming, laid on the lounger. When had mom arrived back from work? Had she seen him, near naked, and decided to change into something minimal herself? Going inside, he took out another ice-cold beer.

'What the fuck?' thought Tom. He guessed any guy could get a woody seeing their mom topless, but the dream, that was something else.

"You woke up then?" The voice of his mom, walking in through the patio door. "Hungry?"

Her bikini top was now firmly attached, but the indentation created by the over tight bottom half remained. Tom tried hard not to notice.

"It's perfectly OK, Tom, in fact I find it flattering."

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' thought Tom.

Even his semi had been spotted. His face flushed.

"Don't tell me you haven't seen a girl's vagina." 'OK,' thought Kate, 'Best not call it a cunt yet.'

Tom's face flushed a deeper shade.

"Relax, Tom." Kate's voice suddenly changed tone. "Relax Tom, it's OK."

Tom felt relieved.

"It's OK, mom. I guess it's been a hot day. I think your bikini is great. Better than the one piece you wear when we go swimming."

She smiled. "I wore it on holidays when you were young. Your father said it was too skimpy though and made me stop wearing it." 'Father' and 'skimpy' were spat out. "I guess I filled out a bit more."

Kate smiled to herself. She'd made real progress. Tom needed a little more time and more confidence. She could fix that.

"You don't mind me wearing it Tom, do you?"

"Hell, no mom." He had to admit to himself the camel toe indentation was very sexy. And the bikini top left much of the top of mom's breasts uncovered.

"I really like it." Tom really meant that he liked the way it was so skimpy. His mom looked delicious in it.

"Perhaps I should wear it for swimming? I'm sure some of your friends would approve."

After a pause, "You can touch if you wish, Tom." Her voice was soft, warm, with the sweetness and silkyness of molten chocolate.

Unable to stop himself Tom ran his finger along the groove crease of the very tight bikini. He didn't know why he'd done it. Mom shivered a little. It had been a long time since a man had touched her there.

"You see Tom, it feels good." Tom smiled a nervous smile.

Kate reached forward. With thumb and finger she lightly stroked along the bulge of Tom's shorts. Tom closed his eyes, Kate repeated the action. There were no thoughts in Tom's head that suggested anything was wrong.

During the final year of school Tom had decided on his chosen career. Depending on exam results his ideal course would be in coaching, but he favoured learning more about the sciences behind fitness and training.

This, of course, meant keeping physically fit himself. Being tall and muscular helped, and Tom's patience and understanding came largely from Kate, his mom. Kate, of course, largely unknown to Tom, was coaching him in confidence. Defeating his shyness was already underway, albeit slowly. Her intent too, much for her own means, included sexual confidence too. Unknown to her, Tom's teenage hormones were also helping. Already popular at school, Tom had accepted some of the gratification freely offered to him by girls eager to sample the generous equipment that nature had bestowed. Tom was learning slowly but surely.

His shyness sadly left many girls disappointed. Had they known his voyeuristic streak then may have been even more disappointed. Excuses to mom for his lateness home were easy. After-school circuit training, football practice and occasionally staying to watch an important hockey game. Hey, he'd even played hockey sometimes; the school football team versus the hockey team was an annual event. This year the boys lost 8 - nil.

Kate wanted some of his natural gift. She wanted him inside her to quench her firecracker thirst.

"It's so hot. How about another beer?"

"Great idea." Tom knew the fridge was always well stocked these days.

Kate arrived back with 2 bottles, already opened. Both she and Tom drank from the bottles. Less washing up later.

"Lisa rang me just before I left work. She's sleeping over. Her friend's dad is picking them up from town tonight. I guess they're celebrating end of term."

'No doubt drunk,' thought Tom. 'Typical Lisa. Her tits always get her past security.'

He grunted acknowledgement between sips of beer. The beer was good - ice cold and chilling him out. He took a seat, stretched out his legs.

"It looks like you need to relax. You deserve it." Kate emphasised 'relax'. She took a seat next to Tom.

A few more sips of beer. "Guess it's just you and me."

Tom, enjoying the time to unwind, drank the last of his beer, stretched out some more.

"Another?" Kate drained the last of her her bottle, held out a hand for Tom's, and went to replace them without waiting for a reply. She passed Tom his bottle - not placing it on the table.

"I guess it will be good for us both to relax together."

She paused.

"You don't mind, do you Tom? This top is irritating, makes my boobs so sweaty."

Again, not waiting for a reply she pulled at the neck string.

"Damn. It's knotted. Can you please help me."

To be honest, Tom, legs stretched lazily out, enjoying the beer, was a little annoyed to have to move. But Kate had turned around, waiting. Sitting up and stretching forward he awkwardly managed to undo the deliberate knot his mom had fastened.

"Well, aren't you going to be a gentleman and remove the top completely?"

Tom obliged.

"See how it sweats and chafes." She lifted one breast, took his hand. "Feel. It's quite damp there."

He took his hand away, took another big swig of the alcoholic brew.

"Will you check the other side too? I'd hate it to get sore."

The bulge in his pants was growing rapidly. He didn't care. He tentatively lifted mom's ample right breast. It was sweaty. He wiped it carefully with cold fingers that had been gripping the bottle. Kate shivered, involuntarily. That felt GOOD.

An unfamiliar sense of sexual pleasure passed through Tom. He left his hand cupping mom's breast. It felt good, so fucking good.

Mom reached over, kissed him on the lips. "Thank you Tom."

After what seemed like an eternity, Tom picked his beer up, took another long swig.

"You must be hot too, Tom. Here let me help you."

Tom just sat. Mom took off his tee-shirt

"Oh, look Tom. You must have been laid asleep in the full sun. You need some lotion on to stop your skin drying and getting sore. Here - I have some cream in the bathroom. Come."

Whether the alcohol had kicked in or whether he just felt too chilled to argue, he just followed. He didn't care. School was over, he'd had 3 or was it 4 bottles of fuck knows what it's called beer (Tom never bought it, but it was a damn good small-brewery beer) and whatever mom said seemed always to be right. Mom knows. Mom always knows.

Kate opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of soothing body lotion. A liberal coating was smoothed over Tom's shoulders and back. Gently she massaged the lotion, seeking out any knotted muscle Tom might have.

'This is bliss,' thought Tom, unaware it had been pre-planned.

Content the cream had been fully applied, Kate took another palm full. Pressing her breasts into Tom's back, she reached around to reach his chest. Her thumbs instinctively sought out his nipples. Gently, almost lazily stroking them, fingers sliding just below and occasionally bringing both together to tweak the nipples ever so slightly. Tom closed his eyes, unaware that his man nipples could be so sensitive, and that his cock was stiffening to the fullest. Massaging Tom's back with her breasts, Kate continued lightly caressing Tom's nipples as she kissed his neck, lightly licking where she knew Tom would get goosebumps. She stroked underneath his nipples, then traced her fingers down his firm stomach, right down, tucking fingers inside the waistband of his shorts.

As if unaware what his response would be, she decided to ask;

"I'm quite hot inside here too. It seems a pity to be so hot when you could remove it for me." She turned him around, moved his hands to the side ties of her bikini.

Tom seemed hesitant. "There's just the two of us. It will be much more comfortable without."

Tom reluctantly pulled the strings. The bikini dropped. For the first time, Tom saw his mother's vee close up. Granted, there had been times he'd caught a glimpse of her in the shower, but never so close.

Kate found it much more comfortable to keep neatly trimmed, especially during the summer months. Besides, almost pube-free meant better hygiene and no hair hanging out of her bikini. There remained a very neat, small triangle of light brown hair, just above the line of her groove. She would never win a 'best pussy' contest, for she no longer had the neatness of her younger years. The groove was deep enough to emphasise the contours of her pubis, but not overly so. No, strike that. Kate, far more self-confident than Tom, would openly admit that her camel toe was purposefully crafted ... and maybe, just maybe that bikini was purposely too small when she bought it.

Her labia drooped down a little but not unduly so. Whatever her own criticism of how age had spoiled the neatness a little, Tom stood entranced, open mouthed, unspeaking.

"You must be hot and sticky too," she said finally. "It will feel so much better without these shorts." She tugged gently, but Tom, now getting very horny, wasn't going to resist. Now it was mom's chance to take in a breath of air. She already knew, for mothers always know, that Tom had good length - much more than his father - but the girth was possibly, nay definitely, the thickest she'd ever seen.

"You seem to be turning red here, too." Not asking, she began to pull Tom's shorts further down. He grabbed them quickly.

"It'll be fine, mom."

"Oh, come on shy boy. Relax and let mom soothe it." Hell, had she lost her persuasive touch?

As soon as the words left her mouth, Tom just couldn't find any reason why he'd stopped her.

Kate continued as if nothing had happened.

Now, both as naked as as nature intended (before Adam and Eve got involved), mom and son.

"See. You have to be careful. The sun is powerful this time of year. Tell you what, it will be far easier for me with you laid down. I've got some more of this cream in my bedroom."

"OK. Sounds good." Tom just HAD to admit he'd enjoyed everything so far. He closed his eyes, laid back on the bed, let mom's skilled hands soothe and caress the sun-reddened skin. Slowly Kate moved her fingers to his pole. His long, thick pole.

Tom thought of objecting. What the fuck, why should he? This was good, powerfully sexual.

"This is good Tom?" Mom, reading his thoughts, ran finger and thumb up his shaft, greased by her excellent cooling cream. His leg muscles stretched of their own accord; stretched and relaxed again .

Tom simply murmured. "Mmmm."

And here? She reached the very tip and exposed the very sweet spot. A dab of cream. A finger rotating around his normally concealed glans.

"Gently." Mom slowed, knowing the ultra sensitivity there.

"Mmmm, yes. Just," he sucked in air involuntarily. "Just ... there."

"I'm in no rush, Tom. Are you?"

"That's so good. I never thought ... never knew ... oh, shit, mom that is so awesome."

"Tom. You know you can tell me any time you wish and I'll stop. OK?"

"OK, mom."

The taste, or more the greasy texture of the cream was fine as Kate's lips took over where her fingers had been. Tom said nothing, except the odd murmur of pleasure. Holding Tom at tipping point for as long as she could, she raised herself up.

With one careful movement of her leg she was astride Tom. One further manoeuvre and Tom was inside her.

For the first time in, what? 10 minutes? 15? She didn't know, Tom opened his eyes.

"Mom ..."

"Sshhh. Relax now Tom. Let mom teach you."

What had happened before, Tom knew was OK. Mom was good, gentle, kind, caring. And it all felt so ... "

He took in breath sharply again as mom's love cave gave his cock new feelings.

Her cunt muscles were surprisingly tight, not having fucked anyone since dad left. She exercised, ate sensibly, looked after herself.

"Ohhh mom. That's real. That's ... His voice trailed off. His whole body felt alive, but that feeling passed through pleasure and relaxation. What had he been missing?

Kate smiled inwardly. Mom knew. Mom always had known. No hurried fucks while parents were out. No trying to shag a girl senseless then cumming and wilting within moments. Oh no, the plan was careful. The relaxation/ education sessions of their evening chats - deeply hypnotising Tom, re-teaching his shyness to welcome the pleasure she was giving him. He was no longer a virgin. This session would be one of many, to pleasure him, to pleasure herself. She would teach and Tom would be a willing pupil.

"Tom, this is so good." That was true. His ample proportions touched parts of her no man had ever touched.

Tom didn't reply. He didn't need to. His face told it all.

Kate took the pace slowly at first. She didn't want to alarm Tom with all the new sensations her ride was giving him. Nor did she want to hurt - at least not until he learned that pain often brought pleasure. Above all though she wanted to savour every stroke herself. Bit by bit she speeded up, taking his whole length - every single inch of him. She could hear the comical suction, occasional slurps as her lubrication worked overtime.

For Tom, the suction was new. It was good, every return stroke gripping and tantalising his glans. His foreskin gave its own little tug, each reminder of what was attached.

Kate speeded up. "OHHH TOM! You're an excellent pupil. You're filling mom with your cock and you're going to fuck me till I come."

Tom, aware of the language but unprepared, kept quiet. Except of course for the noises within his throat that simply told mom everything was just perfect.

Legs aching, resting for a moment, Kate simply relished the feeling of fullness inside her but she needed to pee, badly. She could hold. She would hold. And if not? Well the bed would get wet

She took a moment to thumb Tom's nipples. He hated hairy (what little there was) and shaved for swimming (he said), his nipples and their sensitivity fascinated her. Why do men lust so for women's nipples? Their own, considerably smaller, were packed with pleasure nerves. Tom shivered.

Slowly she moved again, then faster, then faster still. Tom's piston was pumping inside her. His balls met the underside of her ass. The bed creaked as her speed increased more. She really needed to piss badly, her bladder aching from the constant movements. She clenched every muscle she could clench to avoid pissing on Tom. It hurt badly.

Tom's face was intense, his breathing was fast. Kate noisily slapped into him faster and faster so she could orgasm before she peed. Bladder muscles were tightly clenched as her orgasm came. It hit her like a thunderbolt. Her orgasm flashed through her, pulse upon pulse upon pulse. She became light headed, her head a whirl. The extra muscle effort working to stop part of the 3 beers escaping had actually enhanced her cum. Sadly, the distraction of the huge sexual rush had caused a slight leak.

Tom's cock exploded too. Seed spent earlier had dulled his senses long enough to join his mother in a glorious finale.

Kate slowed, not stopping until every last pleasure was complete. If she'd pissed on Tom, she was sorry. If she'd pissed the bed, well it wasn't the first time.

Tom too, used to stopping his fist pumps as soon as he jizzed, was made to experience all that his senses could offer. He'd ignored the small amount of wetness. Mom blamed it on the beer. The fact that mom was never wrong was just one more fact of life that he'd learned. Kate made a mental note to fuck when her bladder was full.

-----

They had cuddled, skin against skin until Tom's stomach was rumbling with hunger. Great idea, pizza delivery. A large meat feast, fries, sides, large Pepsi, and their hunger was satisfied. Later they cuddled again, mom giving lessons in French kissing this time. Sleep eventually overcame them. Mom woke early, Tom's prize piston gently poking her butt cheeks. Tom, still asleep, was cradling mom's left breast, fingers curled gently around. Kate's nipple was hard.




Last Day of School



The clock said 6am. Saturday surgery opened at 9. Kate was on rota and couldn't skip. Gentle persuasion led to Tom being inside her for the second time. As before, she rode. Astraddle him she could guide, take all the effort off him. She could teach him to swap later. Sleep-fogged, Tom simply allowed mom do what mom wanted to do. That was good. She was in no hurry to move to lesson 2. Even hypno-persuasion wasn't needed. She rode a sleepy Tom at her own pace. Time wasn't critical and she took the time to ensure her own pleasure. Tom was just her provider. Selfish? Not at all. She enjoyed a warm, soapy shower. Rotating the shower head control to power-jet, she played the forceful water against her clit, teasing the nerves until she became unable take any more. Her clit responded in the only way it knew. So great was her second cumming, she shrieked in delight. Downstairs she drank her usual cup of hot strong cappuccino, 2 slices of toast and she was ready to meet the day.

Tom awoke, rock solid still, to the feel of his mom's warm wet mouth around his steely shaft. Kate had always prided her oral skills. By the time Tom's stored supply of jizz was trickling down mom's throat, he too felt ready to face the day.

After his breakfast he would ring Tanya.



Last Day of School: Plus One



This is the second and final part of my first mom and son story. The events described and the characters are fictitious. 

Recap: All through the 18 years of his life Tom had been a daydreamer. His shyness made it easy for him to slip into his own dream world. His mom, a qualified hypnotherapist working with a local dental surgery, was using her skill to help Tom lose his shyness. But she also had other ideas ... 

Tanya, 2 months older than Tom, admires his physique and love of sport. His sister, Lisa 11 months younger, is a constant pain in the butt. 

***** 

With mom gone for the morning Tom was at a loss what to do. Lisa wouldn't arrive back too soon, so it seemed OK to stop in bed. Finally, bursting for a piss, he dragged himself to the bathroom. The scent of mom was still in there ... the remains of her shower gel foam lay dried in the shower tray. Her body spray perfumed her bath robe hung on the door. Yesterday's panties lay on the floor, unusual for her. In the past everything had its place, and those were always in the laundry bin. 

Almost without thinking he put them to his nose, more than anything out of curiosity and thinking they might also smell of mom' s body spray. The effect was amazing. Almost as he picked them up, as soon as he touched them he totally chilled and suddenly nothing else mattered. He put the gusset to his nose, expecting the acrid odour of her pee, but it was something different. 

Being shy and uneasy with girls at school he had never been 'down there', no knowledge of what some friends called 'stinky pinkies'. Without touching his cock, and without any other logical reason (at least not in his own mind) his cock immediately began to fill, just by this powerful odour alone. Tom had much to learn. 

The day was already warm. During the night Tom had slept naked. Each time he'd woken his cock was solid. Spooned next to his equally naked mom he had let his hands explore the softness and warmth of her body. 

Her right tit, the one he could easily reach as she was laying, felt heavy and full. With mom asleep he let his hand explore her breast, cupping it gently, feeling its weight, the smooth texture of the skin, its warmth, the way her nipple became erect even as she slept. He ran his fingers over her nipple, then his palm. It felt good, exciting, arousing. Contented, smiling, he had gone back to sleep . 

Lisa wasn't about so fuck it! Still naked, he pissed noisily into the toilet, shook off the last drops and went back to bed. Mom's silky panties in his hand he lazily stroked his cock. He noticed some red marks near the end of his foreskin, the exact colour of mom's lipstick. The soft silky fabric felt good and within seconds his rod was solid. His mind went back over the last 24 hours. 

What weird daydreams. Tanya, Alice (the MILF next door) and mom were fresh in his mind. What was dream and what was real? Mom was real enough, they had fucked, talked, cuddled in bed. He had gone to sleep resting his head on mom's 34D pillows. She had fucked him, mom on top of him raising and lowering herself to milk his cum. It had felt so good, so bloody good, her cunt sucking his cock into submission. Tom was content in the knowledge that mom had taken his virginity. Kind, caring, loving mom. 

Last night was special. Mom was gentle and understanding. After she had fucked him he had laid, head nestled between her breasts, her hands gently caressing his sides, his small man nipples, until sleep had overtaken him. And this morning? Had he dreamed it? Mom had fucked him again and sucked the jizz from him with her luscious lips. He had felt her push her finger into his anus, his ass hole. Still sleepy he remembered the discomfort and then, as her finger moved well inside, a sudden feeling he was going to blow his load and he was totally unable to stop it. 

Her panties felt good around his cock. He could smell her presence in the bed, the pillows where her perfume remained, the remnants of sweat, of her pheromone charged natural body odour. He paused rubbing his cock with her panties to sniff her cunt scent, the deeply intoxicating odour of her natural lubrication. His head became filled, the only thoughts he had now were of her, fucking him so he was no longer a virgin. 

It didn't take long before he came again. A deeply relaxing cum. Mom's panties were wet; wet with his cum, cum that his mom liked to drink. Mom would be proud, she would know that he'd erupted while thinking of her. 

His eyes closed. He slept for another hour. He looked at the clock, 10.30am. He suddenly felt hungry. Still naked he went downstairs, cock semi-erect, pushed 2 slices of bread in the toaster, coated the toast with a layer of butter and Marmite, brewed a pot of tea and sat, half daydreaming again about the last 24 hours. 

With the radio playing he didn't hear the front door, nor the door to the kitchen open. 

"What the ...?" 

He turned around, having just returned the milk to fridge. 

"I'm sorry Tom. I knocked and rang the doorbell but no-one answered. The UPS guy couldn't get an answer either. He left a packet for your mom. It's an urgent delivery so I thought she'd need it." 

Tom stood in disbelief, hands moved quickly to cover his embarrassment. Alice placed the parcel on the kitchen table. 

"I heard the radio, figured you were having your breakfast and couldn't hear me, so I brought it through." 

Tom tried to speak but found he couldn't. The words were there, but his voice didn't seem to work. 

"Hey, Tom, no need to be shy! I've seen you when you collect the key, admiring my boobs." Alice unfastened two buttons. "It's really nice to know. It makes me feel 21 again." 

She opened two more, took a couple of steps nearer Tom. No bra, Tom, noted. This of course showed that gravity had taken it's toll. Her breasts were still shapely but they drooped. Somehow (Tom couldn't think why) this made her even more attractive. He had wondered many times what Alice's breasts looked like. Now here they were on display. 

Tom opened his mouth again, 'mmnnnn' was all he could muster, like his tongue was stuck. Alice again moved toward him. She touched his naked butt. His cock hardened. 

"See. It's OK Tom. My, you're quite fit and toned. I hadn't realised. Your mom should be proud." 

Tom moved his hands to push Alice's hand from his butt. 

"My word, Tom. Wow. If only I'd known ... " 

It was as if a video was playing slow motion. Alice's hand moved to his rapidly hardening cock. It was as if Tom had no control. Although he could hear Alice, and feel Alice run her finger and thumb along his steel missile, he had no control. He was helpless, and that helplessness simply made him feel more aroused. Alice seemed to be talking, but her words didn't always match what he could see. 

Her fingers though felt real; very real in fact. Time didn't seem to move like it should. His voice was non existent. His arousal seemed very real. 

Slowly, steadily, Alice let her fingers move over Tom's chest and stomach, tracing lines over his muscles. Finger and thumb of her other hand moved along his shaft. She was barely touching, her fingers moving so lightly over his over-sensitive skin. The effect was fantastic. 

"Touch me." Alice's voice now seemed distant. Her breasts suddenly became the focus of his attention. He reached out. Alice's breasts immediately became firm and full, almost as if she was 20 years younger. Touching them, Tom cupped his hand under, cradling each, the over her nipples, big, juicy nipples. Firm and erect, just like his cock. 

Suddenly Tom was aware again of Alice's touch. He looked down to see that her gentle persistent stroking was causing his cock to grow longer and longer ... 6 inches, 8, 10, 12 inches, more. Like Pinocchio's nose, his cock grew and grew and ... 

SLAM! The front door blew shut from a sudden, warm, puff of wind. 

"Hi Tom, I'm home." 

The sound of his mother coming home from work woke Tom from his daydream at the breakfast table. Half a cup of coffee had gone cold. One slice of toast smothered in Marmite remained uneaten. Most of all, there was no parcel from UPS. But his daydream had been so real. He had maybe slept, but he just couldn't explain the reality of it, and the fact that his pole was long, thick and rock solid hard. 

"Tom! Really!" 

Mom's chastisement was short lived. 

"I guess you couldn't wait to see me again." 

- 

Karl had spent most of an hour with Kate. The cost of the therapy was irrelevant, every moment spent with Kate was worthwhile. He no longer feared the dentist chair, but the staff and professionals didn't know that. Indeed, following several hypnotherapy sessions with Kate, every moment spent in the dentist chair was bliss, erotic. Every vibration of the dentist's drill went directly to his cock. 

Kate not only soothed his fears but she fuelled his imagination. He felt at one point in the session he was going to cum in his pants. Kate, watching his body language had managed to steer him away at the last moment. She wondered how far she could go, but out of trance he had been eager to continue with Kate's unusual therapy. 

Karl was a very successful businessman but the pressure from his success had become too much. Quite apart from his total fear of dentistry, brought about by insensitive treatment from the school dentist as a child, he had also become temporarily impotent. This was not due to any fault on the part of his beautiful wife, but through the constant stresses of the business. He hadn't been able to get a lasting erection for some while but, like many men, he felt too embarrassed to see a doctor. 

Kate initially knew nothing of this. She knew only of his visible arousal during therapy. Deeply relaxed, listening only to Kate's command he could shut off. In this state, admiring Kate's alluring cleavage, her perfume filling his head, her saucy chat refreshing his mind, he was beginning, only just beginning to respond again to his wife's advances. 

All the way home Kate was on heat. Trying to steer the car with one hand between her legs was tricky. She was wet but she knew it would only be a short while before Tom was inside her again. 

*** 

"Tom, really! I know it's hot again today, but you could at least wear some shorts." 

"Sorry, mom. I guess I'm just enjoying a relaxing day." 

"Well, don't bother for me. I guess I'm hot too." 

With that, Kate checked the front door, set the deadlock. The tall wooden side gate was still bolted. Lisa would need to ring the doorbell. She slipped off her work blouse, shoes, skirt, juiced-up panties. Now as naked as Tom she decided lesson two was due. 

It took just a couple of minutes to clear the table, at an ideal height for Tom's long legs. 

"Tom, I made it easy for you before. Now you must learn to take the lead." Laying on the table, legs apart, she presented herself for Tom's pleasure. 

"Mom?" Tom was hesitant. 

"Oh, Tom, you really must learn. Haven't you learned anything at school? " 

Well, yes, he had. But his shyness always kicked in first. 

As awkward and uncomfortable as it seemed, Tom slowly pushed his the tip of his cock in to the place nature had conveniently provided, its rightful place, that place where it would experience the most pleasurable sensations. Unsurprisingly it did, and that wonderful sensation encouraged him to push a bit more. Despite his initial resistance, something compelled him to continue. 

His morning wank, aided by the scents of mom and the silky smoothness of her panties, would take away the urge of cumming too soon. By the third stroke he guided the piston in a little faster. By the fifth or six he was up to speed. The girth of his rod made sounds that were new to him. The extra grip as mom squeezed her vaginal muscles increased the pleasure feelings greatly. What had he been missing? Mom was uttering incomprehensible noises from her throat. Her breathing deepened, the expression on her face was comical (Tom thought). One minute her eyes were shut tight, as if in deep concentration, the next minute Kate's face told a story of total bliss. 

"Fuck me Tom, fuck me hard. Fill me up with your cock. Make me sore, make me remember you've been inside me." 

"Yes, mom. Faster?" 

"Faster, yes, faster. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast." 

Tom just couldn't explain the fantastic feeling he had, in his cock, in his body, in his mind. 

"More, Tom, more. Make me cum. Faster. Faster. Make me cum hard. Fuck me harder Tom. Make me sore. Make me pay for wanting you inside me." 

Tom was sweating hard now. He was thrusting as hard and as fast as he possibly could but his earlier release deprived him. He could feel the sexual tension inside him building but it remained so much the same as a few moments before. He slowed. 

"NO TOM, NO!" Don't stop Tom. Don't slow. I'm going to cum. I'm going to ... " 

"Oh, shit! The awkwardness of the kitchen table was causing him to cramp. He paused. Despite all his gym workouts, some muscles hadn't been toned. The exercises didn't include pussy thrusts on the kitchen table. Pity. 

'Why the fuck did he stop?' thought Kate. 'Why? Just before I was going to cum. Shit, shit, SHIT!' 

There was little she could do. The touch paper of her firecracker had been lit on the drive home. No, that was wrong. The touch paper had been lit in the surgery. The fuse had slowly smoldered all the drive home. She'd felt it, somewhere in the triangle encompassing her clit, deep within her vagina and somewhere deep within her stomach. As soon as she'd opened the kitchen door and seen her lover there, stark naked, the smouldering had spit sparks, sparks of total lust. The fuse had begun burning. Her lover, her SON, was the only one who could handle, satisfy that firecracker. 

And just as the firecracker was about explode he had STOPPED. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. 

But Tom was 18, fit, lean, energetic, in his prime. Badly timed as it was (though Tom didn't know that), his primeval urge took over. He thrust again, then some more, then: 

"Oh my god. It's building again.' 

"Please Tom, please don't stop again. Please." 

Tom wasn't going to stop. This felt better than good. He too found those fantastic pre-orgasmic sensations running through the whole of his body. The faster he went, the better it felt. The better it felt, the faster he went. 

Kate just couldn't ever recall the feeling of total fullness inside her that was Tom. 

"Yes, Tom, yes. Fill me up Tom, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me ... " 

Her words stopped. It started in her lower stomach like butterflies, it moved to somewhere around her clit, inside her cunt ... she didn't know where felt best. It built rapidly, joining her stomach, her clit, her love tunnel together. Her arms trembled, her legs trembled. 

Her whole body exploded, at the same time as her son blasted his cum deep inside her. 

Kate shook from the explosion. Tom shook from the explosion, mom and son in perfect harmony. This wasn't anything explained by a teacher as part of human biology. It wasn't anything like the short course of sex education. It wasn't like a wank, a blow job, a wet dream. 

This was a lip smacking, toe curling, mind blowing, belly wobbling, skin tingling ORGASM like he'd never experienced before. 

Mom lay flat on the table, exhausted, totally shagged out. Little by little her senses came back. This was more than she'd ever hoped for. More than her ex-husband had ever given her. More than, after deeply thinking about a comparison, more than anyone, ever, had given her. She smiled broadly. 

"Heavens, Tom. I think we both need a beer." 

Sat, a short while later, downing not one, but two bottles of 'whatever its name was' gold label brew, she was smiling. Not speaking, but admiring every toned muscle of Tom's body. 

"I'm proud of you Tom, really proud." She wasn't going to admit to Tom that he had surpassed his father. Not yet. There would be plenty of time later. Tom smiled, not knowing what to say. 

Kate, mom, stood. Pressed herself close to Tom. Her breasts felt good pressed tightly against him. Her cunt felt good pressed against his wilted piston. She moved his hands against her butt, then linked hers behind his neck. Tom had a lot to learn about kissing. She would teach him. 

"Press your finger against the hole," she murmured in his ear. "Press it gently." 

Tom didn't understand. 

She took his right hand, middle finger, placed against her butt hole. 

"Press ... there ... gently. It's good. Please Tom." 

Reluctantly Tom complied. 

"Now harder, but still gently." 

Tom did as she asked, confused but 'mom knows. Mom always knows.' The thought echoed in his head. 

She felt the pop as his finger entered her. Pressing hard against him, she rubbed her swollen clit as best she could. The next kiss became urgent. She broke it temporarily. 

"Push Tom. It may seem unusual to you but it feels good, I promise." 

'Mom knows.' He prodded a little deeper. 

Kate deepened the kiss, rubbed harder against her son. The wetness inside her dribbled out, on to Tom's leg. 

It was just then that she realised she hadn't peed before she left the surgery. She hadn't peed for ages. She needed to pee soon. She knew she could ignore the feeling. Women can. Women do. 

"Harder, Tom. Be a little rough. In and out." 

She hadn't experienced feelings from the nerve endings there for quite a while. Those feelings were rapidly returning. 

She rubbed her cunt, her clit, urgently against Tom. She needed to pee. It could wait. 

Tom was getting the idea now, popping his finger in and out her butt hole. It felt good but she needed to pee. It WOULD wait. This felt too good. 

Urgently she kissed him, urgently she rubbed against him. Urgently, in response to his mom's movement Tom popped in, out, in, out, then Tom paused momentarily, flexing his fingers, not used what his middle finger was doing. Almost without thinking he rammed his finger in hard. It was mom's fault. He didn't care if it hurt her. 

Not expecting the sudden thrust, the sensitive nerves transmitted in a flash to Kate's brain. All at once she peaked again. No warning. No control. No stopping the warm wet stream which ran down Tom's leg. 

Even lost in the throes of orgasm Kate knew she'd lost her bladder control. 

After the feeling subsided she immediately apologised, got a cloth, wiped. 

They broke. Both needed a beer. Kate looked at the clock. 

"Shit. Look at the time. Your sister will be home soon. Better get dressed." 

"It felt great, mom. Can we do it again?" 

"Sure, Tom." Those were the exact words she wanted to hear. 

- 

Both had just got dressed when the doorbell rang. Lisa had arrived back. Her friend's dad had driven her back home. 

"Mom, Caz's dad says I can stop over again if I want. I just need some stuff from my room." 

No 'please can I?' Lisa rarely asked. She was still in school clothes from the day before, presumably having borrowed Cassandra's to go out in. 

The sleek Mercedes was parked outside, Cassandra's dad sat patiently waiting. Tom had seen him before, Caz having been friendly with Lisa for a while. It only took few minutes for Lisa to change and pack her overnight bag. Soon she was out of the door and in the car. They both seemed to be chatting away as the car set off. 

Tom suddenly remembered Tanya's note. Her phoned her. 

"Hi, Tanya here." 

"Hi Tanya, it's Tom. You asked me to ring you." 

"Oh hi Tom. I didn't really expect you to ring me." 

"Why?" 

"The other girls say you're very shy. You know we were talking about hockey." 

"Yes. So?" 

"There's an inter-school match at 3pm. I'm playing and I wondered if you'd like to come with me." 

Tanya went on to say it was at another school. They used a council owned sports field nearby. It sounded similar arrangements as some of the football games he played in. 




Last Day of School: Plus One



A quick sandwich lunch and a coffee, then Tom was on his way. Tanya's hockey bag was packed ready. She greeted Tom with a kiss on his cheek, as if they had been friends forever. Her parents, it seemed, were out for the day and Tanya would have been at the coast with them had she not been playing hockey. The journey involved 2 buses but they arrived in good time. 

Watching twenty fit 18 and 19 year old females running around a hockey pitch would be wank fodder for many teenage boys, and possibly for 20, 30, 40, 50-something men too, not to mention the 60-plus D.O.M's. Tom was no exception. Tits in tight tops were always a plus. Curvy, plump butts just added to the eye candy feast. Being near the centre line Tom didn't judge the 2 other girls, guarding the goals. The Raydale team played well and Tanya would be justifiably proud of the 5-3 win. Tom scanned round the moms though. There were several that he might be able to compare with his mom, but he doubted it. In his considered opinion, his mom didn't have any competition. 

Strangely, Tanya spent quite some time on the field, firstly congratulating her own team, then the other team for putting up a good game, like any captain should. By the time she had chatted to a few of the spectators, at quite some length, most of the girls had changed. This wasn't something new for Tanya - quite often she was late to the changing room. Even on her way into the room she was still chatting to some of the others, showered and changed ready to go home. 

Tom rested against the wall, near the door. He could see that most of the spectators, family and friends, had also drifted off home, until there was just one sole woman there. The changing room door opened again. The girl, hair still damp, left to meet the sole woman. Now there was no-one around, not even the referee. 

"Tom. Quick." Tanya put her head round the door. "Quick, we've got just 10 minutes or so." 

Now suddenly nervous that he would be seen and reported, Tom hesitated. 

"For fuck's sake Tom. You aren't gay are you? Quick." 

He went inside. Tanya was dripping wet and naked. 

"You've tried your hardest to sneak a look at me. Come." 

"How the ...?" 

"There aren't many secrets at school that get missed." 

"So you've known ... how long?" 

Tanya dodged. "I was waiting for the right time, Tom." 

Tanya had turned on the shower. There were six in all in the communal shower area. Foam from her shampoo was working its way down to her toes. She had her eyes shut to avoid stinging. Tom had his eyes wide open. 

Sure Tanya had tits to be proud of. Not quite the same as his imagination displayed in his dream world. They were, Tom thought, a bit uneven - not at all symmetrical like in porn magazines he'd seen. They were tits though, slightly tanned but not overly so. Her nipples were flatter than he'd imagined, and not as plump. Pinkish brown, with a markedly darker areola around each. Light brown hair, above shoulder height now hung in untidy dripping strands. Purely, he thought for his 

benefit, she soaped her hair again, this time cupping and catching the foam to bathe her breasts. 

The liberally applied shampoo gave her enough supply to bathe her cunt lips. A strip of fine pubic hair was all that was left from careful trimming. Her foam filled fingers sought to cleanse her slit, her cunt lips, before the water cleared the foam, leaving the almost bare line of her cunt slit. But although the foam had cleared, Tanya's fingers still remained, darting deftly in to that place that felt good. Although unsatisfied that her arousal, having put on a personal performance for a voyeur, had not led to her cumming, Tanya turned around to wash off any remaining soap, giving Tom a private view of her gorgeous butt. 

"You'd better go out," she said. "The caretaker will be here soon to lock up." 

It was only a few minutes later that Tanya was dried, dressed and outside to meet her private spectator. 

"You owe me. I'll collect later," was all she said before they made their way to the bus stop. 

It's awkward walking with a hell of a boner. 

- 

With the house to herself Kate had ample time to take stock. Had she pushed Tom into doing too much too soon? Was it wrong to be selfish and let herself pee down Tom's leg just because it felt so fucking good? Should she tease a married man at the surgery with her hypnosis skills? Fuck it! She, Tom, and she felt sure her patient at the dental surgery, had all enjoyed themselves. Legal? Why not. Moral? There was some doubt. But it had satiated her firecracker desires at least for the time being. 

Yes, she was greedy, but what the fuck. Tom would be home later. That thought nagging in her brain was starting the firecracker chain again. The butterflies in her belly and pulses in her clit verified it. The firecracker fuse was about be lit once more. 

*** 

The bus journey home was interesting. Tanya's bra was, Tom presumed, in with her hockey kit. Although they were having a discussion about the hockey game and, to some extent, about Tom's shyness, it didn't stop Tanya from accidentally brushing her hand against his groin, nor did it dissuade her from putting Tom's hand on her thigh. Neither of the two buses they used were full. The main end-of-day rush of shoppers had gone and the evening wouldn't get started for a while. 

Tanya's bra wasn't the only item she'd omitted to wear, as Tom discovered. The day was still warm when they reached Tanya's stop. 

"You owe me," she said, and tugged him off the bus. 

Once inside her home she thanked him for spending the afternoon with her. Not with words of course, but a long, lingering kiss. Tanya, Tom knew, had a passion for kissing. As experts went, her kisses were off the scale. Tom didn't fuss, or argue. Admittedly, at first he preferred mom, but Tanya took time to persuade him otherwise. He didn't fuss either when his zipper came down, mid kiss, nor did he disagree to Tanya releasing his steel pole from inside his pants. 

"So what I heard is true." Tanya remarked. "You really are that big." 

School gossip was always partially, sometimes wholly true. Occasionally it was false. 

Tom was quiet, unnerved. Tanya could have her payback, could see him naked if she wished. But this was Tanya, not mom. 

"I've just got to have some of that." Tanya knelt, freeing the steel clip on Tom's pants, pulled pants and boxers down. She moved back, admired, then took the monster into her mouth. But she was too rough, inexperienced, out for a sudden spurt of cum on her face. Game over. 

"Now you can make me cum," she said, hardly into the house, sat, legs open on the nearest chair. 

Tom moved forward, lifted her skirt, touched the bald smoothness of her cunt. 

"Not like that," she snapped, as if Tom was an idiot. "With your tongue, " almost an order. "You have licked a girl out before? Surely?" 

Tom hadn't, even under pressure. Why the fuck girls should make such a fuss about such a small thing like a clit, he didn't at that time know. 

"OK." 

The smell, scent, odour - call it what you will - was making his cock take notice. The closeness of his mouth to Tanya's cunt was good too. The fact that, as he slowly but surely licked away, Tanya's legs opened wider, and her butt was thrust further forward made him think he was doing OK. Tanya's gasps, noises of pleasure, finally convinced him he'd got it right. 

"Yes, Tom, faster. Lick me out. Make me cum hard. Fuck me with your tongue." 

His tongue began to ache. He paused. 

"No Tom, don't fucking stop." Tanya's voice was one of annoyance. 

He resumed. Tanya was too demanding. Finally she blew. 

Tanya got up, flung her arms around his neck. Kissed him deeply. 

He put his hands on her butt. Felt her cheeks, pulled them apart, eased his finger towards that hole. Prodded. 

SLAP! That hurt. 

"Are you a fucking pervert? What the fuck do you think you're doing." 

Apologies, reasons, excuses ... none were accepted. 

Tom slowly walked the distance back home. He had just learned another lesson. 

*** 

Mom was waiting. Late in the afternoon, early evening, it was still hot. The blouse mom wore was sheer, how he relished the sight of mom's tits. He knew mom and mom knew him, that was an excellent start. Mom was a great teacher, patient, kind, loving. He knew he could trust her and that she would correct and advise on any accidental error he made. Not asking, he unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, no need to rush. She kissed him, full on his lips, before the last button was released. The kiss lingered as he eased the blouse off her shoulders. 

Tom had felt the weight, the texture and the fullness of one of mom's breasts as she'd laid, on her side, in bed. Now was different. He could cup both hands underneath, catching both nipples with the pads of his thumbs. They were already full, erect, eager to sense his touch. Mouths locked, lips relaxed, Kate found that extra, forgotten, erotic senses were aroused, making her tingle and shiver in delight. Tom was back home. Kate was happy, the absolute happiest she'd been for quite some time. It was so warm, it seemed silly to sweat inside clothes. Tom undressed mom, mom undressed Tom. Now naked they kissed again, boobs against chest, cock against cunt. 

There was a meal cooking in the oven. The table was set for two. The beer in the fridge had been replenished. He sat, relaxing, watching telly sport until the meal was ready. They talked as they ate about the last two days. It was Tom who cleared the table, emptied it completely. 

As mom lay there, Tom knew what to do. To be truthful, Tom hadn't a clue whether there would be even a tiny drop of cum left inside him. As he would soon find out, this was good. He needed an aperitif, something to kick-start his overused equipment. He knelt, his little-exercised tongue slowly, hesitantly, edged towards mom's welcoming cunt. The scent there was different, mom having worn her panties through times of imagination, through arousal, through anticipation of what was to come. The scent, the sexual odour, was strong, a mixture of pussy juice, lubrication, sweat, pee, a multitude of complex organics combining to make a very pleasant, very arousing welcome for Tom's nose to appreciate. 

His tongue darted out. It was met initially by closed folds of carefully shaved skin. Although time had worn their original perfection, they doubtless would turn many male heads on a nudist beach, somewhere which Kate had secretly yearned to visit. Tom's tongue was learning. He now knew some of the delights his tongue could impart. He prodded firmly and the folds parted. He found the taste neither pleasant nor unpleasant. Mom shivered. 

She opened her legs a little more, surprised that Tom was beginning to take initiative, but her uncontrolled impatience took over as she parted her lips with her fingers. 

"Here, Tom." Her clit was already swollen. "Lick gently." 

Tom took the hint. Kate shivered again. That felt good. Tom felt encouraged. Pussy scent now filled his head. His cock swelled. Steadily licking mom's clit was bringing those sometimes incomprehensible sounds from mom's mouth. 

"A little faster, please." That pleasant tension was building inside her. 

"More. Harder." The sexual warmth and tingling was building fast. She couldn't hold the orgasm much longer. 

"Stop Tom. Stop now please." 

Tom was puzzled. Didn't mom want to climax? 

"I want you inside me." 

Slowly again, Tom let his cock head rest against mom's welcoming treasure cave. A slight push and he was inside her. 

"Slowly Tom, I want really feel every inch of you move inside of me." 

Tom did as mom asked. 

"Very slowly Tom, I want all of you." 

It felt good for both. 

"Now gradually Tom. Fully out, fully in." 

There was no rush. Kate was wet, Tom was hard. He slowly drew back and forward. Their coupling was maximized. 

"Now its up to you Tom. Let your body tell you what feels best. 

It might have been five minutes or so of slow fuck before Tom felt his body tell him to go faster. Even then he did it gradually. His sexual pleasure was immense. Mom just lay, relaxed, happy that her cunt was fully filled. 

Now he increased the speed - In, out in, out, his breath deepened. Faster in, faster out. His climax was starting to build to a peak. 

Now HARD, hard and FAST. 

Kate's breath came in gulps, her head spun. She came precisely 3 seconds before Tom's semen erupted into her cave. 

Both came down to earth gradually. Kate stood, hugged Tom. 

Their lips engaged, mouths opened, tongues explored, saliva flowed. 

*** 

Tom had 8 weeks break before sports college was due to begin. Lisa arranged a holiday somewhere with 3 of her friends. 

Kate booked a holiday chalet for two, on the Charente-Maritime coast, south west of France. 

It was just 100 meters from a nudist beach. They both came home with an all-over tan.



Last Day of School: Summer Holiday



This is a continuation of Tom's story but a stand alone, a fantasy spin-off. You don't need to read the other parts but that doesn't mean you can't if you wish to. It is NOT just a mom and son fuck story. It includes other characters, voyeurism and just more than a hint of pure undiluted fun. 

All characters are 18+




Kate was happy. She had spent a couple of hours on the Internet trying to find a suitable holiday apartment for her and Tom. Her luck was in! Out of the blue a cancellation popped up. The English owners of a chalet on the edge of the Tremblade forest in Charente-Maritime, South West France, seemed ideal. She emailed the owners, transferred the discounted rental money, and the holiday was booked. 

'Just one thing you need to be aware of, came the reply. There is a nudist campsite nearby and several of the beaches are clothing optional.'

Kate smiled again. This could be quite an eye-opener for both of them. She was due a holiday from work anyway; they would need to rearrange a couple of appointments but her holiday leave request was granted. 

Just recently things had got on top of her. Persuading someone with a lifelong dread of dentists that all was safe was, at times, nigh impossible, even with the help of hypnosis. Whether the thought of being hypnotised and controlled by a female might be the reason why some male patients became unwittingly aroused, she did not know. But it happened, and that alone made some days worthwhile. Other days needed great mental strength and concentration, making her tired and stressed. She needed the break, and it would give her chance to make Tom's summer break special too. 

The drive down to Portsmouth wasn't too big a deal. Tom had a driving licence but only drove mom's car occasionally. From St Malo they drove an hour each alternately to a cheap stopover hotel south of Brittany. Mom didn't need hypno charm in the small hotel room. With nowhere much to hide mom simply stripped off in front of Tom, making the most of an impromptu striptease to seduce her son. 

Tom didn't need any encouragement, he allowed mom to undress him. Both naked and with no-one to interrupt them they stood, first hugging then kissing, naked boy against naked mom.

"Why can't it be always like this, Tom?" She asked, not expecting a reply. 

Despite the drive, the crossing and the further drive south, neither was tired, or at least admitting tiredness. The tiny hotel room was theirs, the only entertainment, save a small tv, was their own. Why waste time? 

"I love you mom," Tom's first admission. He proved that by rising to the occasion. Mom's breasts nestled comfortably against his man nipples. 

Mom's mouth, unspeaking, told Tom that she loved him too. Unspeaking because her mouth was open at its widest, her tongue playing games against his. 

It took mere seconds for Tom's cock to swell. It took only seconds more for it to reach its fullest. The pressure of his blood flooding inside it made it appear it would burst. Of course it didn't. 

Mom's love chamber was juicing nicely. She could sense the lubrication freely flowing. 

"Please."

That was the only word she needed. Laid as comfortably as she could on the thin, hard mattress, she allowed Tom to enter her. 

"Tom," she started. Her voice trailed off. 

Tom, afraid to hurt mom, moved slowly at first. Inch by inch was buried deeper and deeper inside her. She drew in her breath, still not completely used to his length and his thickness. 

"Tom ... that's so good. Fuck me, fuck me Tom. Fuck me hard. I need you so much."

Bit by bit, Tom built up speed. He thrust faster and faster until his mom, the mom he loved so much, needed to draw in gulps of air. 

"Tom, oh Tom." Her only words as she felt that sexual tension build up inside her. "Mom." Like the script from a cheap budget love movie. 

Mom's building passion urged him to speed up more. Unused to the exercises placed on his muscles, his legs threatened to cramp. He ignored it, determined to prove he was no longer a youth but a man. 

His determination paid off and his own body responses kicked in. His orgasm built rapidly. Just one more spurt of energy and they both peaked together. Tom's cum shot through his ram-rod deep inside mom's pleasure cave. 

Kate just could not believe how vast, how electric, how eternally pleasurable her orgasm could be. It ripped through her, leaving her shaking from its force. 

They needed no sheet or blanket in the warm French summer night. Spent but still tingling they slept, spooned naked together on top of the bed covers until morning came. 

The breakfast fare was nothing special, but they dined on baguettes, a French version of cornflakes or chocolate pops, warm long-life milk, toast and jam, and biscuits washed down with strong black coffee. Setting off early they took to the toll-free roads, stopping off for lunch in a chain restaurant just off the main route nationale. 

Towards late afternoon they had completed most of their journey. However, passing through kilometer upon kilometer of open countryside meant there were no rest areas. Tom was bursting for a pee, with mom trying hard to hold off too. There was a small picnic area ahead with room for just 3 or 4 cars. Kate pulled in, next to a car displaying Dutch plates. With no sign of a driver, Kate assumed he or she had gone for a short walk as a break from driving. 

The 2 picnic tables were on the edge of a small wooded area. Both Tom and mom had the same idea.

"Tom." It was one of mom's orders, not requests, "Find somewhere I can't be seen from the road."

"But mom ..."

"Don't argue. I've already dampened my panties. And I don't want somewhere that I'll scratch myself."

Tom looked. "Here."

Kate walked over. " Now stay there in case someone comes by."

"It's an empty road."

"So watch for the driver of the Dutch car."

It was pointless talking. Mom's panties were off, in her hand. Grabbing Tom's arm and with her skirt hiked up she hovered, warm piss streaming noisily on to the grass. Tom wondered just how anyone could hold so much pee in their bladder. 

Maybe it was the pressure of urine in his bladder but being by mom while she pissed was having an effect on him. The flow slowly ceased. Then mom's butt cheeks bobbed up and down. She wiped herself with the already damp panties. 

With the sheer intimacy of what he'd seen and heard, such a 'private' but everyday thing, Tom's cock was now swollen hard. 

"TOM! Behave yourself!" Mom scolded. 

Behave himself? It was curiosity, pure curiosity he told himself. How did women do it without a tube to flow out of. Where was it hidden? And why did his sister need a friend in the bathroom to talk to while she peed? It must, he thought, be a private place to exchange gossip. 

Kate went carefully back to the car, panties in hand. Tom had to wait a short while until his erection subsided before he could pee.

Suddenly he heard a noise, a low moan, from further within the trees. Walking carefully he saw a small patch of open ground, a grassed area. In there was a travel rug, a waterproofed blanket for picnics. On the travel rug were a man and woman, presumably from the Dutch car, engrossed in themselves. Still mostly clothed, the guy was slow fucking the woman. Another moan escaped her lips. 

Time stood still as Tom stood in awe. Whilst he couldn't see clearly, he could see enough for his cock to be rock solid again. 

Suddenly, realising mom would wonder where he was, Tom moved away, waiting yet again for his erection to subside. Having finally emptied his bladder, Tom was surprised at the sensitivity his cock had gained. Nothing else to do, he thought, but to return to his hiding place. Watching, and listening to the couple, it took only seconds for him to shoot his load. 

"What happened, Tom?"

"Oh, I found the car driver and his companion. They were ..." He couldn't spit out the word 'fucking'. "I admit I stopped to watch."

"TOM!" said mom. "That's private!" 

She paused. "Where are they?" 

They both made their way, as quiet as field mice, to the spot. 

"Stand behind me."

Tom obeyed. 

She took his left hand, placed it on her breast, took his right hand and placed it on her pussy. 

Tom needed no instruction. With nimble movements of his fingers, Kate's climax came almost as fast as his had. It was very muted, but the memory of the couple fucking remained in her sex brain, to be retrieved later. 

"For heaven's sake Tom, stop sniffing your fingers.'

Tom still couldn't understand why the scent was so arousing. He couldn't remember it being mentioned in biology lessons. Tom found it so addictive it was perhaps for the good he wasn't driving. 

Early evening they arrived at their holiday chalet. Collecting the key from reception, Kate was amazed to find a day pass in the welcome pack. Not just any free day pass but a chance to sample the hospitality of the nudist camp next door! 

Maybe a publicity stunt to gain new members, Kate was sure the offer was not going to be wasted. Driving for the last hour or so without panties and still buzzing from the voyeuristic thrill, Kate was ready for whatever the evening presented her. A meal though first, and a drink to kick off the holiday. The chalet was in a small complex, with an expensive but convenient mini supermarket. Kate wasn't too bothered about brands, the local vin de table would do. 2 bottles of plonk plus food they'd brought from home would see them through

There was still plenty of time in the day to take a short walk around the area. They passed the nudist site, surrounded by its high fencing, and arrived at the forest walk to the beach. Five minutes later they were walking along the edge of the water, hand in hand. For all anyone knew, Kate could have been walking with her toy boy, lovers taking an evening stroll. 

Lovers they were. Tom had learned much from his mom since his last day at the school. Kate was determined not to be possessive. As long as he was there to fuck her, tease her, finger or lick her, he could look at and admire any young lady her pleased. 

A short way along the beach was a sign, in French, English and German. 

 

 

 Attention

 

Plage naturiste Strand FKK

 

Nudist bathing allowed on this 

 

section of the beach only

 

There were still a few couples, and a few solo males and females determined to make the absolute most of the hot day. Indeed, there were one or two still in the sea. 

In this particular part of France the sea is often rough, the 'cote sauvage'. Swimming can either be fun or dangerous, but most people stayed within a few metres of the beach. Watching the swimmers and splashers was fun. Old wrinkled skins and the smoothness of youth bathed together. 

"Come on Tom, it's been a tiring day. Screw your eyeballs back in and we'll come again tomorrow."

There was still plenty of daylight to take a longer walk back through the forest. They arrived back at the chalet complex. 

Only the French know how to cook French Fries to perfection. Couple that with merguez sausage wrapped in a freshly cut chunk of baguette, a splash of Dijon mustard, and you have fast food French style. Two glasses of the local wine, OK two LARGE glasses later, mom and son hit the sack. Five minutes afterwards, cuddled comfortably together they were fast asleep. 

*****

It was 5.32am by the small travel alarm clock. Dull daylight dimly lit the bedroom and sleep dulled Tom's brain. His ram-rod was solid, pushing into the tight space just below mom's butt cheeks. He needed to pee. 

Disoriented by the unfamiliarity of the room, he waited a couple of minutes more before rising. During the early hours he'd had a familiar dream, that of being in the classroom with his poker solid and growing like Pinocchio's nose. He hadn't cum - or at least he thought he hadn't. 

Just before he woke, another dream was very much in his memory: he'd been at the pee stop, in the bushes, watching the Dutch couple. The woman had her tee-shirt hitched up, displaying a pair of small beautiful tits. This time, though, a twig had snapped underfoot. The guy, cum dripping from the end of his cock, had jumped up and turned round in anger. Tom had stopped wanking mid stroke, turned around and run for the car. 

Tom waited until his erection had subsided, then went to the bathroom. Having relieved himself he returned to bed. The next he knew it was 8.30am. Mom had gone. 

Five minutes later she came back with breakfast supplies from the mini-mart. They ate and made plans. Still early, they went into the nearby village for a walk around and more supplies. 

"Did you sleep well?" asked mom. 

"Mostly," Tom answered, "Except for needing to pee."

"Any idea why there was cum between my butt cheeks when I woke?" 

Tom looked sheepish, "Sorry mom."

A little after 10am the sky was blue and the day warming nicely. They strolled slowly, through the forest and around the dunes leading to the beach. Some people were already there, canvas windbreaks, parasols and towels in hand. A smaller number continued to the 'plage naturiste', fussing there to get the best suntrap and their equipment in place. 

Unwilling to bring windbreaks in the car, Kate had hired one. Fixed firmly in place, she laid down the beach towels and began to undress. 

"Well Tom, as they say 'when in Rome ...' "

"What, now?" 

"Do you want to be the odd one out?"

Mom was already topless and well on the way to being bottomless. 

"I'd rather wait a while." 

"OK then, make yourself useful." Mom was now totally naked. "While I'm laid here and you're trying to make your mind up, I need some factor 30 on." She passed him the bottle of sun oil. "And don't miss any bits. I don't want sunburnt tits or pussy for the next few days."

Tom thought mom sounded rather annoyed. He took the bottle. Surely she could do it herself. 

Kate laid flat on the towel, waiting. 

"In front of these people?"

"Did you pay for the holiday?" 

"No, mom."

"Then do as I ask."

Tom had no option. He looked around but the beach was far from crowded. Kate lay back, dark sunglasses filtering the morning sun's glare. 

He poured a little on to mom's chest, working in carefully around the contours of her breasts, then over and across her nipples. Kate involuntarily shivered. Tom felt his cock twitch. 

Her poured more oil on her belly, quickly working his way down, lest anyone notice his shorts tenting. 

"Don't miss any bits."

She opened her legs slightly. Oiling mom's freshly shaved pussy caused Tom's bean pole to grow to its maximum. He needed to lay down, hide his embarrassment . He looked around again. There were still just a few people, including a family, walking towards the nude section. 

This was too much. Quickly working his oil coated finger into mom's bare pussy lips he replaced the bottle cap and lay down. 

Mom still grumbled while she coated Tom's arms, back and legs with the protective oil, even trying to pull his shorts down. Tom wasn't having it. He laid down uncomfortably on his stomach. Mom's light massage had caused him to swell. 

Tom thought he must have slept for a while. He sat up and reached into the cool bag for a can of lager. Looking around, the beach was rapidly filling and more people of all ages walking in a steady stream, hunting for the odd unoccupied spaces. 

The large waves of the Atlantic ocean were edging nearer, narrowing the available strip of sand. Some early visitors had already retreated from the choppy waters. The lie of the sand and the lack of much slope meant that some bathers were being surrounded by water. All this meant that the beach was becoming crowded. 

"Come on, Tom. It's hot. I'm not sure I want to tackle those waves on my own. Get your arse off that towel and come with me. And get those bloody shorts off. This is a nudist beach, don't be so damned shy."

Tom felt he had no choice. At least his embarrasing erection had gone. 

Gone, maybe, but only temporarily. The day was now hot. There was some breeze but that too was warm. 

"Look Tom," his mom pointed. There was a group of girls, maybe between 18 and early 20's. "Those girls should put you in a better mood." 

Tom wasn't going to disagree. The warm breeze blew against his naked cock and balls, giving a fresh and enlivening feel which he'd never experienced before. The girls, in a circle, engrossed in a ball throwing game, never took any notice. 

Mom was a little cautious in the fast moving water. Clutching Tom's hand they both ventured a little further. The waves lapped busily against Tom's sensitive balls, cold, refreshing waves, making him very aware of their presence. 

Mom looked down. Tom's family sized lovemaking equipment decided that this feeling was good. 

"Tom, I think we should go a bit further in. You don't want those girls to get the wrong idea."

Tom looked across. One of them had already noticed. "I think it's maybe too late."

Wading in waist deep, Tom felt less embarrassed, however the current of the incoming tide was still strong underneath. The effect was that Tom's equipment was moving around in sync with ebb and flow. It gave a very pleasant feeling and, of course, an erection. 

Mom decided the force of the waves was too much, but the effect of the sea water made Tom less inclined to return, firstly because he had a first class embarrassing stiffie and secondly because it felt good. 

Awkwardly he helped mom to the water's edge and he was just about to return to deeper water when he noticed all the girls were looking towards him, giggling and whispering to each other. 

'Yes," thought Tom, 'Mommy's boy, they're going to call me mommy's boy.'

 

Tom found just an excellent place for the fast ebb and flow of the water to feel oh so good. He shut his eyes for a few moment, taking advantage of the water's power. His cock felt full. 

"Pardon, monsieur." There was a light tap on his arm.

Tom turned around. One of the five girls was there, only inches away from his swollen cock. He saw her glance down. 

"Oh pardon! ... Francais?" 

 

"I'm English, on holiday here." Tom knew a few words from French lessons at school, but not much. 

"Oh I am sorry. I thought you used to be at the same school as me. I am sorry." She glanced down again. It was now a semi. 

"My friends and me, we like English boys." She paused. 'You will please join us? Your friend, she will not mind?"

The girl's English was quite good. Apart from getting words in the wrong order I could easily understand her. 

"She's my mom ... ma mere. She won't mind."

A few minutes later Tom was in their circle, throwing the ball randomly, and all 5 trying to speak English that Tom could understand. They were all friends from Paris. After leaving school they kept in touch and decided to go on holiday together. 

"We stay at the Camping Tremblade in a large tent. It is cheap."

"I'm staying in a chalet with mom, next to the nudist camp."

"We know that. You are nudist but you do not stop there?" It was funny. The girls knew between them what to say, but it sounded so funny the way they said it. 

"No. My mom wanted to try a nudist beach and we have a free day pass to the nudist camp."

"You like to watch us girls?" the tall blonde smiled as she said it. 

Tom took this as a chance to eye them all up. One of the girls had a boyish face and mid-green hair cut short, very small breasts and butt. Small in stature too, less than 5 feet. With flat, shaved pussy she might, thought Tom, be lesbian. Or perhaps she liked guys to lick her out? Tom did not know. Why shave at all? Cooler? Sexier? Tom hadn't a clue. 




Last Day of School: Summer Holiday



"Hey. Stop looking at Marie so much. She has a boyfriend." So she wasn't lesbian. 

"Marie is nice. You others are nice too. Very pretty ... tres jolie."

"And you girls. Am I OK for you?" asked Tom. 

Three of the girls translated for the other two. Some words in French passed between them. 

"Oh yes. Very OK."

Tom guessed one was a prick teaser. She would get you all in a whizz and then go. The first girl to approach him, ginger haired and freckled, seemed very nice. Lovely tits, perfect size, she leaned forward:

"We wondered, is this for real?" She didn't touch Tom's cock but her hand was only a fraction of an inch away. 

"You want to try it out?"

Fuck, where did that come from? Shy Tom. Mom's hypno magic had worked well. Tom's shyness was decreasing faster than he knew. 

"It is very good." The others drew closer to shield me from view. She touched, as gentle as ever.

Tom felt his cock had never been as raring to go as it was then. 

"It is incredible," This girl knew exactly how to touch. The warmth of the day, the waves caressing it, the joy of seeing 5 beautiful naked young ladies ... OK Tom may have exaggerated, the boyish one didn't take his fancy. Girls should have tits, not golf balls. All factors combined to greatly thicken and extend his hosepipe. 

The jaws of three of the girls just dropped. Golf ball tits looked unimpressed. The stroker still stroked. 

His heart beat like never before. OK, there was a whole lot of Atlantic ocean between them and the American voyeurs. Tom had his mom on the beach not taking any attention. He had 5 girls shielding him from the shoreline and hundreds of bathers. 

Still Yvette stroked so lightly she might never have been touching. But she was. 

"Monsieur... I don't know. What is your name?"

"Tom."

"Tom. We will see you here later perhaps? You tell me the number of your phone, yes?" 

She hesitated a moment, spoke in French to the others. 

"You have your phone, yes? Now?"

Tom nodded. 

"You bring it here. I give you my number."

Tom walked back to mom. She was asleep, laid on her back, legs parted just enough to win the attention of any video-wielding voyeur. 

He hunted in the cool bag for his phone, hidden under the baguette sandwiches. When he got back the girls had reverted to their game. 

Elise, the tool tormenter, turned around. She gave him her number which he dialled, hung up and hoped both of them had the number in their call history. Not wanting to wet the phone he turned around to go back. 

"Tom. you want a photo, yes? A souvenir on your phone?"

It was awkward in the bright sunshine but Tom took the chance. Three poses, one should be right. 

Mom was still asleep when he got back. Tom used the phone camera again before she noticed. The beach was now packed. Families of all ages, grandmas and grandpas included, boyfriends with girlfriends, older couples, singles, all seemed to be enjoying the beautiful warm sunny day. 

Time passed. Mom woke Tom up to share the sandwich and beer lunch they'd brought and to remind him more sun oil was needed. He was stood brushing sand off when a lady nearby, he guessed mid 30's, spoke. 

"My husband and I heard you talking, I guess you're from England ... us too."

Tom smiled. "We're just north of Birmingham."

"Oxford," came the reply and smile. "It's nice to meet you." 

Tom smiled again and nodded." Me too."

Just a few weeks ago he would have been tongue-tied and reluctant to answer. 

The lady stood. Offered her hand. "Sandra," she said, "And Colin, my husband."

Tom shook her hand, "Tom, and my mom, Kate."

Kate just nodded, quite happy to let Tom take the initiative. Settled down once more, she let Tom continue. 

Sandra laughed. "Colin thought you were maybe Kate's son, though from the look of you I thought your mom might have brought a very fit toy boy with her." 

Kate said nothing, never opened her eyes, she just smiled. 

Sandra looked Tom up and down, her eyes resting a little too long at his jizz gun. "Yes, a very fit toy boy."

Tom thought it only fair that he should give Sandra a good look over. 

Definitely several years younger than mom, Sandra was very much a looker. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun. Her flawless face with natural juicy lips may have made her look younger, though the smoothness of her skin probably made Tom's first assessment right.

Her breasts, ample, pert and roughly the same size and shape as mom's were as beautifully tanned as the rest of her, but, apart from the normal shape, didn't droop at all. Sandra's waist was slim, her tummy flat and her freshly shaved pussy as perfect as perfect could be. Her pussy groove, Tom thought, was deep, contoured, inviting. Legs long and slim and a perfect butt made Sandra look good enough to eat. Tom thought of sneaking a candid photo of her too. 

He suddenly realised that staring too long at Sandra's perfect slit had brought on another semi, a fact noticed immediately by Sandra. 

"My, Tom, you are a fit young man. Your mom should be proud of you." Sandra's eyes never moved from Tom's treasure. 

"I play football a lot, and I work out."

"Yes, I'd noticed." Sandra took a few steps forward, touched her fingers briefly against Tom's six pack. 

Tom thought Sandra was a bit forward but he wasn't going to complain. His cock stiffened again and he moved his hands to cover it. 

Sandra laughed. "It's your first time on a nudist beach, isn't it?" 

Tom nodded. 

"Just chill out. A lot of guys get that way at first. It's perfectly natural. I think it's very flattering that I can cause that to happen."

Mom still had her eyes shut. If she'd overheard then it might make her jealous. 

"Anyway Tom, I'll let you get back to your sunbathing." Sandra walked the few steps back and lay down on her towel. 

Embarrassed, and forgetting what mom had told him Tom laid back down on his towel. 

"Haven't you forgotten something?" Mom sounded displeased. Moms miss nothing, even with their eyes closed. 

"Sorry mom if I upset you when I let Sandra touch me?"

"Did you put your suntan oil on?" 

Tom didn't answer, but picked up the plastic bottle.

"While you've got it in your hand you can do me first."

Tom didn't answer. Was there an answer? 

"Front, please. And don't miss anywhere."

'And yakity yak, don't talk back. Why couldn't she do it herself,' thought Tom. 

 

"It feels a lot better when you do it." 

'Fuck, could she read his mind too?'

Tom flipped the cap, poured the protective oil on his palm, applied it to mom's shoulders and breasts.

She sighed. "Oh Tom that's perfect. Just stay there." Once satisfied, she allowed him to continue down. 

Tom's erection was clearly building again. He moved down, dusting the sand off her toes and feet before applying the sun-warmed oil. 

Thinking he needed to shield himself he knelt astride one leg, his back turned away from the other sun worshippers. With the windbreak positioned, only Sandra and her husband could view, and they were laid flat, apparently asleep. 

He continued, cautiously, up mom's legs, thighs. She parted her legs in a pornographic pose, solely, Tom thought, so he didn't miss any tender, sun-seeking part. 

Anxious not to vex mom, Tom took extra time, extra care. Each square inch of mom's inner thigh was given a careful, sensuous coating of oil. Mom asked, mom got. He reached the top, the dip of her swollen pussy, her CUNT lips, her groove, the entrance to that wonderful, sensuous cave. Tom liked the word CUNT, the rudeness, the dirtiness.

He skipped it. Embarrassed again, he looked around. No-one was taking the slightest notice. No-one cared. 

Taking the bottle again he squeezed some more oil on his palm, rubbed it lightly around her navel, between her hip bones, down to meet that same, smooth, pubic groove. 

Mom sighed, "Don't miss any." Tom didn't intend to. 

Glancing around again he saw nothing but happy sunbathers, partly obscured by neighbouring windbreaks. His thumbs 

pushed down, mom's legs widened. He sought her clit already erect and welcoming his attention. Increasing speed and pressure he quickly brought her off. 

His cock was solid, every inch like iron. Mom's eyes were shut tight. Too late he noticed that Sandra's weren't. 

"Hey, it's OK Tom. A little bit of affection is good. It's natural."

Tom didn't know, he couldn't have known that Colin, Sandra's husband had watched too. He was making his way through the packed beach to cool off in the sea. His cum had been easily covered by the dry sand surrounding it. 

Kate knew that Sandra was watching as she returned the favour to her son. It was risky, she knew it was risky. Tom's ministrations weren't so risky, though his biological reaction was. 

It was much later that she learned the beach was regularly used just before the sun set and the only necessity was a torch to follow the path back. 

*****

The afternoon passed. Mom and Tom bathed and snoozed in the sun, they talked to their neighbours who invited them over to their place. Kate and Tom already had the day pass from their arrival but they would now have a guest pass from their new friends. Kate had already planned a day visit to Cognac for the Monday, so they arranged the nudist camp visit for the day after. 

That evening Tom needed no request, no hints, no wine, no effort at all to know what mom needed most. The wine of course helped, but only to add that little something to a day which was already special. 

They had showered, gone out to eat at a pizza restaurant nearby, returned to the chalet, enjoyed the wine and retired to the bedroom. 

Tom's head was full of memories, Kate felt more relaxed than she had for ages. 10pm was not a time to sleep, there was no rush. Tom slowly tugged upwards to remove his mom's tee-shirt. Her breasts, now released, fell gently downwards as the tight cotton fabric lost its hold on them. Mom smelled good, the remnants of the cleansing shower gel still gave scent to her breasts. He leaned forward, kissing her tender nipples which filled and hardened. He took one then the other in his lips, sucked them into his mouth and released, making them comically spring back to their original position. 

Kate, in her turn, removed Tom's tee-shirt. Now both bare chested they kissed. Their mouths opened to allow erotic exploration, tongue seeking tongue, breast against chest, they stood kissing, enjoying the touch of skin against skin. 

Tom reached around and unzipped mom's skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Mom was naked underneath. During their pizza meal she didn't see the point of wearing panties. It was still warm. No panties meant full freedom, no chafing fabric, no elastic, no VPL. If anyone had caught sight of her, naked beneath a very short skirt, well good for them. They'd had a free shot at the wonderful skin folds that were her labia. 

Tom stood back. He'd had all day to look at as many labia, neat pussy grooves, beautiful god-carved mini landscapes (OK before someone corrects me BODY-scapes) as he wanted. Of course, the pubic exploration site - suitable for exploration on a female by a female, or a male, by tongue or by finger - varies greatly. Sometimes hidden by unexplored bush, often changed as time progressed, sometimes changed by surgical sculpture, this small part of the female body is often a joy to view and cherish. 

Tom stood and looked at mom's unique pussy. That alone caused his cock to fill. Mom quickly realised that. 

"You really enjoyed the nude beach, didn't you?" Teasing mode engaged, she continued. "Those girls playing ball ... I saw you look at their pussies. And Sandra? You checked her out, didn't you?" She laid on the bed. "Come, take some time. Kiss my pussy, smell my pussy, touch my pussy."

Tom relished the chance of mom offering to let him study her. Each little kiss, the thought of him sampling her woman scent, each light stroke as he touched her groove; all combined to make her juices flow. She opened the folds to show him parts of her that only partners and doctors saw. 

Tom's cock was full, almost bursting, as he pushed into mom. He studied her face as he pushed harder. The slickness of her juice made it easy for him. Kate relished again the feeling of fullness, her son's cock touching every part of her treasure cave. There was no rush. 

By easing in and out ever so slowly, Tom overcame his natural feelings to cum as soon as he could. The primal, animal desire was to impregnate quickly. Of course, a small pill, taken daily, ensured his mom could not conceive. The feeling in Tom's cock was very pleasant. He couldn't describe it, but, like many men, it made him want to fuck mom, fuck Sandra, fuck any or all of those girls on the beach. 

He thought back to the slender, almost anorexic, boyish girl. Her love tunnel, her cunt, would be tight. Lost in thoughts that added to his arousal, Tom had allowed his natural instinct to return. His thrusts became faster and faster until his trigger point took over. His seed shot into the warm comfort of mom's vagina.

Kate felt frustrated that Tom had suddenly accelerated. He had cum, she hadn't. 

"Lick me out Tom. Make me cum too."

"But mom, I've just cum there."

"So learn some more. Taste it."

Reluctantly Tom complied. To be honest the part of his cum that had already dribbled out was OK, his own cum mixed with mom's juice. Mom smelled good, and that overrode anything else. 

Kate moved her fingers down to guide him. 

"Here, Tom." She pointed to a tiny opening between her clit and her love cave. "You were curious, this is where I pee. Lick it very gently."

Despite some reluctance Tom again did as mom bid. She shut her eyes. It was a long time since she'd experienced the odd, but arousing sensation. 

"Now here." Kate pointed to her clit. "Suck gently and lick." Tom obliged. 

"Then blow, cooling and refreshing it." That worked too. 

Little by little, Kate was patiently teaching her son. It wasn't about sex education, these lessons were essential life skills. 

Tom found it both arousing and amusing that mom had asked him to lick her pee hole. Truth was that, hidden away in the folds of skin, the small opening gave an oddly different but strangely delightful sensation. 

Mom, rather than building up to a huge cum found Tom switching between clit and pee hole strangely relaxing. When she came, there was no volcano erupting but it more like a small stream lazily tumbling down a waterfall. It was not so much a loud moan as a quiet sigh. 

*****

Tom woke early again the following morning, his solid baby-making machine poking cheekily between mom's butt cheeks. Almost without thinking, his own butt moved steadily to and fro causing a dry, and very pleasant, friction. 

"Good morning Tom."

" 'morning mom."

"How about making me a nice cup of tea."

Reluctantly Tom heaved himself out of bed, the only visible remains of comforting his erection against mom's butt was a little precum. 

Tea made and delivered to mom in bed, Tom thought about another hour's snooze. Not so. 

"You need more lessons Tom. Your oral skills need improving, but lucky for you we have plans today."

An hour later they were en route for Cognac. A pre-booked tour of one distillery (a Cognac maison) was followed by another tour. Not only were they informative but the samples were well received by all. The two tours, split by lunch, took most of the day. They arrived back tired but happy. 

The following day was quite an eye opener for Tom. Greeted as guests at the 'Mer et Soleil' (Sea and Sun) Naturist Club, by their new friends Sandra and Colin, they changed from their holiday wear into the statutory club wear ... birthday suits. 

Tom was apprehensive and nervous at first. Naturists are, in the main, very friendly and courteous and Sandra, Colin and all their friends soon put them at ease. Ask any naturist and they will tell you their lifestyle is one of equality, not perpetual sexual arousal. The novelty of seeing naked people of all ages rapidly loses the novelty aspect. 

Does it fuck! For Tom the novelty would take quite some while. OK he didn't walk around all day with a woody, but the memory of it all would stick in his mind for a long time. It was all safely stored in his wank bank. 

Perhaps it would remain in the minds of the holidaymakers there too. Some men have shorter equipment that expands greatly. Tom was not so. His generous length, and a lot of the girth remained so in all but Arctic-like weather. There were a number of girls of similar age to him, and some older that took more than a quick glance. 

Sandra was one of the older ladies who appreciated God's generosity in allocating penises. Colin, her husband, was not one of the lucky ones. OK, he was a great companion, and a wonderful husband. They hadn't any family yet, but not from the lack of trying. Sandra would be the first to agree that tongues and fingers can contribute much, but she liked a big dong, oh yes, Sandra loved looking, sometimes touching, and twice in her life she'd enjoyed a big cock inside her. 

The hosts had insisted in paying for everything: lunch, snacks and now an evening meal cooked up by Sandra in their holiday apartment. Good food, friendly company and some exceptionally good wine all contributed to a relaxed chat afterwards. 

"You should be really proud of Tom." said Sandra. "And his generous cock should impress any girlfriend."

" Cock? Did I say 'cock' thought Sandra. Better apologise."

 

"Sorry," she added, quickly. "It's not everyday ... I mean ..." She blushed. "You are very lucky Tom."

Kate quickly whispered something in Tom's ear. Neither Sandra nor Colin noticed Tom's eyes glaze for several seconds, nor did they notice Kate's swift but deliberate double click of her fingers. 

"As you've been so kind to us today, Tom's offered a little thank you. He realises that he needs some experience with his special gift, so that he can learn to use it carefully and wisely in the future." Kate paused for a moment to gauge Sandra's understanding. 

She continued. "Am I right in thinking you'd like to be one of Tom's tutors?" 

Sandra had no problem deciphering Kate's carefully considered word. She did not want to offend. 

"I would be very honoured." Sandra replied. "Thank you Tom."

"And in return, Sandra, would you allow Colin and I to oversee things. Not to judge, but to advise Tom if there's anything he's unsure of?" 

"Colin?"

"I'd be very happy to help oversee things, yes."

Tom stood unsure what he should do. 

Sandra took a few steps across the room. "I really mean what I said, Tom." She reached and patted Tom's abs, letting her fingers move and stroke. 

"And your chest too." Sandra ran her fingers over him again, circling over and around his nipples. Tom didn't feel fazed or embarrassed at all. Whatever mom had whispered had made everything feel so natural. He suddenly felt so horny, so willing to please Sandra. 

"My, Tom, you seem to be enjoying this." Sandra ran her fingers ever so lightly along his cock. Now it was Sandra's turn to feel horny. This was an answered prayer. She'd seen guys on the beach, in the nudist camp, hung less than Tom, but far better than Colin. 

Colin was getting horny too. He'd seen couples who were only too happy that someone was watching. Now though, he could watch his wife. How often had he dreamed of this. 

Tom barely heard the clicks of mom's fingers, but each click reinforced his arousal and his confidence. His rod was now solid as iron and leaking pre-cum. Sandra simply kept up the soft stroking until her own juices were almost dripping from her. Just one look towards Kate, and a nod in return. 

Tom felt good. This was something different; it gave him control. Doggy was a new position for Tom, favoured by Sandra. Colin had some difficulty when it came to fucking. His much shorter length seemed to work best from behind her. 




Last Day of School: Summer Holiday



"Tom. Oh, Tom, that's fantastic."

Tom could see every inch of his porn pole disappearing into Sandra's love cave.

"Oh Tom that's so good. You're filling me up with your big cock"

Fullness was something she seldom got. This was a rare treat and Sandra wanted to make the most of it. 

"Slow, Tom. Slow down. I want to savour every moment of you inside me."

Tom didn't speak much but he was enjoying this different way of fucking. Surprised by how much he could see, watching his cock become buried deeply inside Sandra's fuck cave, then reappear coated in her juices, was a real turn on. Sandra was tight, tighter than mom. This felt fantastic. 

He couldn't understand how this lady's language could change when she was being fucked.

"Grab my tits, Tom. Grab them, pull them, squeeze them hard. Hurt me Tom. Make me pay for wanting you inside me."

Tom, unspeaking, was reluctant to bring pain. He turned his head. Mom nodded. Stopping for just a couple of seconds he reached forward grabbed Sandra's still swinging tits. He pulled hard. He squeezed even harder. 

Tom heard Sandra take in breath. That hurt, it really hurt. 

"Now faster, Tom. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Hurt me."

Tom squeezed, pulled hard. Another sharp intake of breath. Sandra could feel her orgasm quickly build, as if from nowhere. Too late to warn Tom to slow down again, the ripples and contractions inside her bolted through like lightening. 

She shrieked, from the pain and from the pleasure. Her whole body shuddered and she almost passed out. 

Tom didn't stop, didn't slow, didn't let go of her tits. As his own cum shot out of his cannon Sandra came again. 

"Tom." Mom called, signalled him to move off the bed. 

But a woman sometimes isn't satisfied so easily and so Colin took Tom's place. His small cock was still plenty to bring his wife to another cum. He had found the voyeuristic thrills too much. All too soon he grunted and shot his load into Sandra's cum filled cunt. 

"Now me, Tom. Eat me out." Kate wasn't going to be left out, and rightly so. 

Tom was more than happy to smell his mom's excitement. Mom was dripping, ready, all too ready, waiting ... for Tom to swiftly give her a powerful cum. 

*****

Tom and mom were both sorry to have to leave their new friends. If she spoke honestly, Kate had enjoyed their day every bit as much as Tom. Young men with their tackle on display, long cocks and cute butts. The friendliness of the people there, the joy of being unrestricted by clothes. 

Back at their chalet, once more they were alone together. The wine and the rest of the evening went well. 

Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow was another day. They slept, spooned, contented and refreshed to face what fun another day would bring. 



That, folks, isn't the end. What started as a spin-off evolved into a fully fledged story. It will be continued. Tom got an unexpected photo text from one of the five girls, Sandra and Colin invited Tom and mom back, and maybe Colin sampled some of Kate's hypnosis ... or ... well ... suggestions are always welcome!