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A Mother's Pride

By: TightsManUK



Susan opened her front door and fought her way in with a large number of shopping bags, at 47 she was an attractive divorced mother of two children in their late teens. She placed the bags on the floor of the hallway, kicked off her heels and flexed her nylon encased toes. She loved her heels but seriously doubted that they were designed by a woman. Collecting up the bags, she went into the kitchen to unload.

After packing away an inordinate amount of food for three people she grabbed an armful of toiletries and a couple of packets of new tights and went upstairs to her bedroom to put them away. 

As she approached her bedroom door she could hear noises coming from inside, puzzled and a little concerned she crept silently towards the doorway. Looking through the partially open door she was horrified to see Sam, her 19 year old son, lying on her bed dressed in a pair of her tights and nothing else. She couldn't help but notice how large her sons erection was, producing an impressive nylon tent in the tights. He was masturbating through the tights and had another pair of her tights on his face, sucking the crotch into his mouth.

"oooohhh mum you taste sooooo good," his muffled voice said through the nylon "That's it, suck me hard you dirty slut!"

Susan stood in complete shock, mortified that her son was masturbating in her underwear and clearly fantasising about her. What horrified her more that the event she was witnessing was the moist patch appearing in her knickers, she was actually finding the whole scene erotic. 

My god, she thought to herself, I'm as depraved as him.

It had been a very long time since she had felt the touch of another man and in recent years she had even become disinterested in her toys or masturbating when alone. Yet as she watched her son grip and jerk his impressive tool she became more erotically charged than she ever felt possible.

Swallowing hard and deciding that she couldn't just walk away from this, she silently pushed the door open and walked in, placing the toiletries on her dressing table and causing Sam to become aware of her presence. 

"Holy fuck!" he screamed as he tried to cover himself, "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" was all he could muster.

Susan looked over at the terrified young man huddling on the bed and gave him a reassuring smile before walking over and sitting next to him.

Oh god, thought Sam, She's going to give me the "it's ok chat" and that "it'll be our little secret". Sam closed his eyes, wishing a hole to open up and swallow him.

Susan looked at her shaking hands and then at Sam who was still trying to conceal his softening erection. 

"How long have you been wearing my tights," she asked.

"Errm I'm not sure," Sam replied, "maybe a couple of years."

"Do you wear your sisters as well?" Susan stared into his eyes, looking for a flinch to indicate he was lying.

Sam looked at floor, unable to face her "Yes." He replied weakly.

"Do you fantasise about her in the same way too?" Susan asked pointedly.

Sam looked up from floor in a jolt and stared at her, oh god she heard me, his face flushed a deeper red and all he could do was nod slowly.

Susan began to feel sorry for Sam, he was clearly mortified at being caught out and his sexual perversions now completely unveiled to his mother, so she sought to reassure him.

"I'll let you into a little secret," she placed a hand on one of his nylon covered thighs and began stroking gently before leaning forward and whispering into his ear "At first I was disgusted with you, then with me because I found that I was really turned on watching you."

Sam looked at his mother in her eyes, unable to speak, her words rattling through his brain as she leaned closer and gently kissed him on the lips. Sam remained still, paralysed and unable to believe what was happening. Susan glanced down and saw his erection growing again, she noted that he clearly took after his father and smiled to herself. She began to kiss him again, his mouth opening slightly this time, accepting her tongue as she probed inside his mouth, her hand moving up his thigh and onto the nylon encased hardness. She massaged the tip through the nylon before gripping it firmly and jerking it back on forth.

She pulls her lips away and looks him in the eyes "I believe you were fantasising about me sucking you!"

Susan plunges her face into Sam's lap, gripping his bulging tool and taking him in her mouth as Sam sucks in a deep breath. Susan is beyond sensitive now, hungrily devouring her son through the sensuous material as Sam grabs her head and screams out "god no!" as he pulses inside his mothers mouth and she feels the salty warm semen flood through the tights and fill her mouth. Sam's bulge begins to soften as Susan gently cleans the sticky mess with her tongue before pulling the tights down over his softening member and taking him into her mouth to clean him properly.

Sam's breathing slowly returned to normal as his mother stroked his flaccid tool, she leaned towards him, whispering into his ear;

"I see you enjoyed that, hope that he wakes up soon as I'm not finished yet, I believe that I am a dirty slut?"

Sam looked away again, still embarrassed by the predicament he had been caught in and Susan was clearly enjoying the wind up. 

Susan lay back on the bed and pulled her skirt up over her waist to reveal her sheer tan tights covering a pair of lacy white knickers. 

"Come on then!" She ordered, "I believe you like the taste of my crotch!"

Sam obediently moved in between her legs and gently kissed her inner thigh, moving upwards towards her warm mound hi began to probe gently through the tights and knickers, forcing the moist material into her accepting hole. 

Susan lay back and closed her eyes, resting her hands on Sam's head and pulling him gently into her, it had been a very long time since she had enjoyed the pleasure of a tongue, Sam's father was very lax in that department but Sam seemed to take to it very well. Sam began to kiss down her thighs, her calves and to her feet, still slightly moist from wearing heels all day. Sam buried his face in her warm soles, tasting and inhaling her warm musky scent before gently kissing and sucking her toes.

Susan had never experienced this before, nor given much thought towards it, but in the moment she was overcome with pleasure and began writhing on the bed, moaning as her orgasm began to approach. 

Sensing that his mother was close, Sam plunged his face firmly into her crotch and began to force his tongue in deeper and harder through the material, Susan screamed out to rip open her tights which he gleefully did before pulling her knickers to one side and pushing his tongue in deep. She tasted every bit as good as he imagined and he held his face firmly against her crotch and licked her firmly, deeply and faster.

Susan's moans became screams, she gripped his head and held him against her crotch as her hips bucked and her orgasm pulsed through her body. Sam was blissfully unaware of what was about to happen as his mothers orgasm exploded, her juices flooding into his mouth which surprised him but he gratefully accepted, swallowing all she could produce as her body slowly returned to normal and she lay still, breathless with pleasure. 

Sam looked up from between Susan's legs and grinned proudly, she smiled down at him as he moved up towards her and began to gently kiss her. Susan was pleased to feel his bulge against her as he began to kiss her neck.

"have you done that before?" She whispered, thinking of the lucky lady.

"No," he replied, "I'm a virgin."

Susan was shocked, she had always assumed that her son was sexually active, he was good looking, confident and very athletic. 

"Fuck me baby," she whispered into his ear, "let me be your first."

Sam didn't need to be told twice, he fumbled down for his exposed erection and positioned it in between his mothers legs. Susan reached down and helped guide him into position as he slid his huge shaft deep inside her. Susan took a deep breath as he began to slowly work himself in and out. 

Susan wrapped her legs around him and lay back as Sam began to pump her harder and faster, her slippery hole providing little resistance even to his large appendage.

"Wait," Susan said and gestured Sam to withdraw, "sit on the edge of the bed."

Sam did as he was told and Susan slipped her hands around his neck and lowered herself on him. Sam felt his mother slide onto him and wrap her legs around his waist pulling her towards him more firmly. 

"Now stand up baby," she whispered into his ear.

Sam's powerful legs and arms easily supported Susan's small frame as he stood up off the bed, Susan held him tight around the neck and began to move up and down on his shaft. 

Pushed her up against the wall and began thrusting harder and harder into Susan's soaking hole.

"Cum inside me please baby!" she screamed.

Sam could hardly feel any sensation now as Susan's juices had all but removed any friction.

"I can't," he whispered breathlessly into her ear, "I can't feel anything anymore,"

"Let me down," she replied and Sam eased himself out of her moist hole and lowered gently to the floor. 

Susan walked to the bed and knelt on all fours, beckoning Sam behind her.

"Rip open my tights further and fuck my ass!" she demanded.

Sam stared for a second before complying with his mothers orders.

"Should I be gentle?" He asked.

"A little bit please," she smiled back at him "your cock looks slippery enough anyway."

Sam positioned himself behind his mother and ripped her tights open before ripping the lace knickers exposing her tight hole. 

"Spit in there first and moisten with your finger please baby," Susan said

Sam spat into the crack and moistened the entrance to her tight hole with his finger, pushing the finger in a little more each time as Susan began to push her buttocks towards him.

"Hurry, fuck me now before Hannah comes home!"

Sensing the urgency, Sam pushed the tip of his penis into her tight anus and began to gently fuck her. 

"More please!" she begged, "get it all in there!"

Sam slid his shaft deep inside, his balls rested against his mother buttocks as he ensured he was as deep as he could go. Susan gripped the pillow and buried her face in deep to muffle the painful screams, now she remembered why she didn't do anal! Sam began to thrust slowly into her tight hole, the sensation was amazing and he could feel his orgasm beginning to grow. Faster and harder he pumped her, his balls slapping against her buttocks with each hard thrust. Susan began to push back towards him, the pain subsiding and the sensation beginning to arouse her some more.

"Fuck me hard baby, cum inside me, fuck your dirty slut!" Screamed Susan as she gripped the pillow and forced herself back onto every thrust. 

Sam gripped her hips as his actions became more frantic, moaning in time with his mother as they became a single being, thrusting and pumping against each other until, almost simultaneously, the both screamed and climaxed together, Sam's offering filling Susan's tight hole and running down her thighs as he continued fucking her whilst his orgasm passed.

Sam withdrew his sticky, softening member and lay breathlessly on the bed next to his mother as she rolled onto her back. They both lay still, recovering their breathing and staring up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck is going on here!!" screamed a female voice.

Sam and Susan's eyes darted in panic to the door where Hannah was standing, eyes burning and in total shock...

To be continued...

A Mother's Pride Ch. 01



We give birth to them, watch them grow, laugh with them, rage at their messiness, moan at their awful tastes in music, clothes and friends, celebrate their successes at school, weep at their portrayal of the fourth sheep from the left in the nativity play... we love them from day one.

I never once wished that my Matthew - Matt, or at a push and when he didn't complain too much, Matty - had been born a daughter rather than the wonderful son he always seemed to be. I never had brothers around when I was growing up, just my older sister, Maisie (hah! - I got the cute name) so a baby boy was always a fascination for me. And that fascination went on and on, from tiny squealing brat to... well, to teenage squealing brat - with all the joys and woes in-between.

But then he finished his A levels, and after eighteen and a half years, the house was suddenly deprived of his vibrant, often noisy, presence. My little baby boy went off to university and left only silence in his wake.

I should have been shocked. Maybe even dismayed. I know a lot of other mothers are. I can understand why, I suppose, but only at a theoretical level.

And if the ending of that little pastiche, that small slice of my life - exactly half of it, in fact - sounds abrupt and perhaps even a little callous, well, believe me when I say I have good reason to feel that way.

Let me tell you about the summer that has just passed and perhaps you'll understand why.

Back in July the mood was light and free from care. Matt had just finished his exams and was oozing confidence in his performance, not to mention experiencing a not-really-begrudged hangover or two as he had turned eighteen and celebrated with a few beers. Or more, to judge by the hangdog looks I saw on a couple of mornings after his birthday.

My son and I knew that he would have just a couple of months together before he embarked on the next stage of his life and that those weeks were going to pass far too quickly - for me, at least - but they were there and they were to be enjoyed to the fullest extent. 

I had been a single parent all of Matt's life, pretty much always by choice. Matthew wasn't a planned baby by any stretch of the imagination, conceived when I was just seventeen, a wonderful product of a stupid, stupid, liaison with a guy at a party (oh, the glamour) when I became one of the unfortunate victims of too much vodka and too little control. But there was no chance on this - or any - planet that I wouldn't carry him to birth and beyond.

He was born just a day after my eighteenth birthday and other than the 'occasional' scream during his delivery, I never complained about missing out on my coming-of-age drinks. I didn't even complain about missing out on a place at university myself. I'd finally found a true love who surpassed everyone and everything, and as sickly-sweet as it might sound to some, Matty was my miracle.

My parents weren't shocked by the mewling arrival, of course - why else had their daughter suddenly developed a beach-ball belly and a craving for prawns and marmite (don't go there)? - and they did their best to help me set up a home for my baby. My mother occasionally suggested that I find myself a partner (my father was more interested in me finding Matt's true father and pinning him to a wall by six-inch nails through his scrotum), but by and large they were just happy to help me look after their tiny grandson. I had vague ideas that I might meet a nice guy and bring him into the family fold but those thoughts were never more than pipe dreams and there was never any deep or urgent desire within me.

Time passed and the nappies gave way to cotton shorts and my nipples stopped screaming in agony every few hours. The constant 'whys' gave way to 'my friend says' and 'The Big Bad Wolf' gave way to 'Smaegol'. He grew up, in other words.

It won't surprise any of you to hear that it wasn't all easy cruising up that path - he was accident prone between the ages of four and seven, to the point where he managed to break his arm on a bouncy castle just after his sixth birthday - but in the main he was just a normal toddler/kid. My own life varied between the friendless near-destitute to the oh-so popular recipient of a massive bequest from my father's last will and testament. I was happier when penniless, I'm almost sure.

What I'm trying to say is that it was a pretty much normal life for me and my boy. Sure, for his seventh birthday I managed to get him photographed with his then sporting idol - David someone-or-other who played football for someone-or-other (guess who's not the sport addict?) - but other than pandering to his tastes on one other occasion by following a soap-opera 'star' around a supermarket for half-an-hour one wet Saturday morning, life was dull but fun. We weren't always entirely delighted with life, but there were precious few times when we were actually genuinely sad.

Being a 'team' with no one else to distract us made sure that we were close, but we were just team mates and nothing more. Odd things happen, of course, but they are just tiny meaningless events - nothing more than tiny anomalies in a great, vast expanse of normality. Well, at least that's what I thought.

To this day, and even knowing what I know now, I can't say with any certainty that things started back in the ancient days when Matt was still no more than a young boy rather than the lanky, smiling and confident teenager that he's become now. If anything, my slightly stretched mind is telling me that any link is pure coincidence, but there was a laughingly, shockingly funny day - I thought - when Matt was about ten years younger than he is now, when he came up to me in the kitchen one day (a Sunday, if I recall correctly) and said to me with an openness that sadly, and pretty much mostly, men go on to lose, 'mum, why are your knickers so smooth and silky?'.

As I say, it was both funny and not a little surprising, but I remember having a lot of trouble not shrieking with laughter as I tried desperately not to be a bad mum and tell him off for asking a perfectly unreasonable - but typically youthful - question. 

"Matty!" (he never argued about his 'proper' name back then), "You mustn't go around asking women about their knickers like that!" My giggling brain kicked in, "And anyway, how come you know what my underwear feels like?"

With the total insouciance of youth, he shrugged - only hindsight adds the slightly defensive attitude - and just said, "Well you make me hang them on the washing line sometimes."

That was both true and explanatory, allowing my laughter a conscience-free escape. Even his follow up remark didn't bother me ('why can you see right through them when they're always under your skirt?'). If anything, I will admit to wondering just the same thing myself in retrospect, later that day.

But as I say, I thought that was just one of those one-off oddities. And maybe it still is. Maybe.

Little Matthew became much bigger Matthew over the next decade, and for the last four years he's been both taller and heavier than me - two things he has always been keen to point out. Quite why normal genetics has been something for him to gloat about I'm not really sure. Or at least, I wasn't.

One piece of genetic engineering we both share - other than hair that's almost black - is the fact that we're both tremendously ticklish. Not long after his exams and his eighteenth birthday hangovers all of our genetic similarities - and differences - came to a head.

For the longest time - all of his life, pretty much - I had been able to tease and control him with no more than a finger in his ribs. Once he was giggling like the female he very much isn't, control was mine.

I was no bully and it was always either in fun or to induce fun when he was mooning around in a teenage depression. It was a game, and one we had shared since he was barely able to walk. As the years progressed he found that it worked on me as well, and a play-wrestle with fingers poised to tickle became something of a ritual, a habit.

I wasn't too shocked then when he took me by surprise one summer morning a couple of months ago - a well-placed finger ran down my ribs as I stood moaning about the amount of washing up I was being forced to do one Sunday morning.

I was standing at the kitchen sink, still in my nightie and robe, soapy water up to my elbows. I shrieked - as much a shocked laugh than shock alone - and span to face my grinning tormentor.

"Don't you dare!"

"What's up, ma? I thought it might brighten your mood."

"Matt - Matty - you shouldn't pick on a defenceless woman like that!"

My son grinned ever-wider, "I could have sworn you tried to teach me that picking the best moment to attack was the perfect tactic. What better time than when you're not able to respond?"

I grabbed a tea-towel and mopped at my hands, pretending to look anywhere other than at my smiling son, "There is such a thing as cowardice when you pick on a helpless victim, you know?"

"You're not calling me a coward now, are you?"

I turned back to the sink and a stubborn plate, noting briefly that in his shorts and t-shirt, my little man was a prime target for a soaking, "If the cap fits, wear it, my little chicken." In my hands, under the soapy surface of the water, I had got hold of a cloth, ready for what I suspected would follow - another finger down my ribs.

I was so close to spinning around with the wet cloth held in front of me the second I felt his hand sneak forward that his next move caught me completely off guard.

Instead of extending a sneaky finger, my boy stepped right up behind me, one arm snaking around me to hold both of mine, pinning me to the edge of the sink. Before I could so much as gather my wits, let alone try to work out a new defence strategy, his free hand slipped under the hem of my robe and the hem of my nightie, his fingers tickling bare flesh as they rose up past my hip, past the waistband of my panties, and then up my ribs to my armpit. I really squealed then and tried to push myself away from the sink even as I was trying to force his hand back down.

Two things happened at the same time - as far as I can recall - which stopped me in my tracks.

My body naturally started to rotate as I pushed back and those tickling fingers were suddenly on the exposed flesh of the side of my right breast. Bad, for sure, but not compared to the other thing.

As I heaved backwards, my body pressed against Matthew - my butt against the front of his shorts and thighs - and I could feel the heat and hardness, yes hardness, there. 

I froze, midway into a giggling 'stop it!' - and then I really yelled. 

"Matthew!"

His hands shot away from me and he made no move to stop me as I span and faced him. He didn't even so much as flinch when I brought the flat of my own right hand around in a short arc, slapping his face as hard as I could.

There was a shocked silence from both of us. I'd never so much as smacked his legs for him when he'd been a naughty kid, and my regret poured through me.

"Oh shit, Matty... Matt, I'm so sorry! I just... it was such a sur-" 

"Ma, it's okay," he managed, "I don't know what I was thinking. That was so fucking... sorry... so stupid!"

"Language," I said, absently, my mind still whirling, "But honey, you know that was so wrong, don't you?"

He turned away and slunk to the table, resting his hands on the surface, "Of course. I just... I don't know what came over me!"

I followed up behind him and patted his back gently, "I understand," I told him as firmly as I could manage. "Things fascinate a teenage mind, right?"

I couldn't hear his response at first and made him repeat it. "I said," he sighed, louder, "that you're right. It was all so sudden, spur of the moment... I've never..."

"Never? Never what?" My mind was starting to spin again.

"Never touched a woman's t... breast before, okay?"

"You serious?"

He span and faced me, cheeks blazing red, "Yes, okay? Yes! I have never ever touched bare skin there. Only even touched a bra twice, got it?"

His sudden anger was no shock, but on the other hand I was surprised. Matt had been out with at least three steady girlfriends and I thought that surely he must have... The look in his eyes, partway between anger and shame, cranked my surprise up another notch even as it leant understanding to his shocking actions at the sink.

"Oh, Matty, I never realised that."

His anger flared higher "Oh, so you would have just let me carry on then if you'd known, is that it? Let your own son feel your tits?"

"Don't be stupid! I just mean..." But what I meant was now lost in the whirlpool of emotions hammering around my empty head, "I just mean that I wouldn't have been so mean about it. Wouldn't have smacked you."

Matthew stared at me, his anger seemingly dissipating, "If it's any consolation, I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "It's me that should be sorry. But it was such a shock and..." I glanced down at his shorts, "And, well, I could tell it was all so exciting for you."

He looked away, "I guess there's no denying that either, is there?"

"Hardy... I mean hardly."

Matt's head snapped back to face me, "That wasn't funny!"

"Oh, honey, I know, okay? It was a genuine slip of the tongue." And it was, I'm almost certain.

It looked as if my son was giving me the benefit of the doubt, "Well I'm sorry about that as well, okay?"

I shrugged - I was lost, but at least some part of my brain was managing to string a couple of logical thoughts together, "Stop apologising. Under the circumstances, I guess that was a pretty natural reaction for a teenage guy as well. Even if I am a ratty old woman now."

"Ratty? Ma... you're gorgeous! And that's what makes it even worse."

Any semblance of logical thought disappeared faster than a politician's promise after a successful election. "I'm what? And how does that... I mean... I'm what?"

"I said gorgeous and I guess I really mean it."

My boy's words were odd but very nice. I tried to ignore the slight thrill it stupidly sent through me, and made myself focus on the ever-more miserable young man in front of me, "Well, that's all very nice of you to say but..."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have let myself get carried away, should I?" He turned away again, "I'm such a total fuck up!"

"Matty!"

"Well I am!"

"It was just the heat of the moment, honey, stop being so mean to yourself." I could scarcely believe that I was now effectively defending my boy's extremely bad behaviour, but I was suffering both shock - was I truly gorgeous to anyone's eyes anymore? - and a natural motherly reaction as Matthew's mood turned more and more sorrowful. To my further horror I saw his shoulders begin to tremble. "Honey? Matt?"

He stayed facing away from me but I knew there were tears, the evidence dripping from his voice, "I am so, so, so, sorry ma!"

"Oh, honey! Don't!" I moved close to him, tried to turn him to face me.

"Stop it. I can't even look at you, ma!"

There was no way I was going to let my lovely son treat himself that way. My mind was addled and wrong-footed, and there was an underlying feeling of something that was both very wrong and very appealing.

"Look, honey, listen. If I'd known... known everything... Oh, fuck it, if I'd been prepared in any way for something like to happen I would have let you, okay?" His shoulders stilled but still he wouldn't turn, "Matthew! It just caught me by surprise, okay? But really... it might not have been exactly normal but it wasn't bad, okay?" Something inside me was losing control and starting to be way too honest. "If you'd made it clear what you wanted, well... if I'd been given a chance to prepare... I wouldn't have stopped you, okay. Matthew?" Just saying the words aloud sent the strangest feelings coursing through my flesh and the heat they generated deep inside my belly was both a shock and, I couldn't deny it, a deep pleasure. "Matthew? Please look at me!"

He turned then and I saw the look of disbelief etched onto his misery-raddled face, "You're just trying to make me feel better, aren't you?"

I couldn't control that inner voice any longer, and perhaps I didn't want to. "No, Matt, honestly no. Maybe I just want my lovely son to be happy but that's just by-the-by right now. What you did was a surprise... a shock... but it wasn't a bad one."

The look of confusion in his eyes matched my own scattered thoughts precisely, "Are you serious, ma?"

"Yes," I said. And suddenly I was.

"I'm not sure I can believe-"

The last of my self-control was consumed by this new wrong-but-unmistakably-real sense of arousal that was now flooding through me, "I'm prepared now, honey."

"I don't understand..."

By the second the arousal was doubling in size and I knew that all control had long departed, "I mean, honey, if you tried to tickle me under my nightie right now, if you tried to touch me... well there wouldn't be any smacking."

"That'd still be so wrong though, right?"

I shrugged, "Maybe I don't care. Maybe making you happy means way more." I snorted a laugh, "And before you say it, it's not just you who might feel happy."

"Do you mean..."

"What have I told you about grabbing hold of any chances that come your way? Stop trying to talk yourself out of this." To emphasise the point I quickly tugged open the robe. My heart racing, I reached forward and tickled my son's arm.

I thought for a few seconds that he wouldn't react, that I'd maybe pushed things too far. But of course, he was male and apparently desperate. With a nervous smile he pushed my hand away and with just the tiniest of delays, his fingers found my left hip, skittering over the cotton of the nightie before digging into my ribs.

I giggled - a combination of my wish to reassure him and a display of nervous tension escaping me - and began to back away. "If you're not careful you're going to end up with my tit in your hand again!"

"And then you'll slap me again?"

I knew this was my last chance. But so did my over-aroused libido. "Not this time, honey."

His fingers stopped moving, "You're kidding me."

I shook my head, "No."

Matt moved his hand until it was directly under my left breast, "I really will do it, ma."

"Okay."

His jaw fell open, "Oh fuck, you really mean it, don't you?"

"Stop swearing and start taking a golden opportunity. If you really think I'm okay-looking, then do it!"

"Oh ma, you're so much better than okay." With infinite care he cupped his fingers and lifted the hand.

Inside the thin fabric of the nightie my nipples were rigid, and the left one felt the pressure of my son's palm before the full weight of my breast nestled into his palm. I started to moan softly from the very first touch, aware that this was all wrong but even more aware that this was the most aroused and thrilled I had felt in more years than I could recall.

"I'm not hurting you, am I ma?"

I shook my head, biting my lip, the dust-cloud left behind by my fast-fleeing reserve and common-sense couldn't even be seen on the horizon. "No. And you did say you wanted to feel a breast and I guess that means you think mine are better than just okay." 

"I said they're gorgeous but right now I'm going to risk another slap."

My heart-rate took another jump, "I won't slap you but prepare me What do you mean?"

He swallowed hard - really, "I said before I've felt Kat's breasts through her bra..."

"You didn't say which girl it was, but yes... and?"

"You'll slap me when I say it."

"Honey, I'm already standing here letting you fondle my tit. Loving it, to be fair. Just say it."

He swallowed again, "I said I'd never felt a bare breast."

"So?"

A puzzled frown passed over his features, "What?"

I shrugged my shoulders and the robe slipped to the floor, "So, take my nightie off."




A Mother's Pride Ch. 01



"Are you... are you-" 

"Honey, I want you to."

"But it's so-" 

"Naughty and wrong for some, but I want it."

It broke Matthew's near-trance and his hands shot to my shoulders, tugging straight away at the straps there. They, like the circumstances in general, gave me no chance or time to think, slipping easily down my upper arms. For the merest fraction of a second I wondered if I was going to be given a last chance to chicken out of things, the thin cotton snagging on my hard nipples, but either I shrugged involuntarily or nature and gravity simply made my choice for me. The skimpy garment fell to the floor.

My breasts were totally exposed to Matthew's eager eyes and I think I whimpered just a little as heat and moisture flooded my womanhood. I didn't even need to will his hands towards me, let alone say a word. I watched in rapt wonder as his fingers stretched wide and his palms covered the raging hardness of my nipples. I know I really did moan aloud just then when he squeezed gently.

I closed my eyes and re-opened them to find him staring down my body. I managed a supposedly reassuring 'yes' when his hands followed his eyes and my beautiful boy's fingertips sent electricity sparking through my entire body as they caressed my naked tits. He said something under his breath about 'smooth and silky' as a hand cupped one of my quivering butt cheeks and something crazy made say "take then, keep them".

He didn't hesitate this time and I sucked in a deep breath as he virtually tore my panties down my legs, exposing the last of me. His hands first cupped my naked ass cheeks and then one trailed around to the front of my left hip where he hesitated for the first time in ages.

"Oh honey, I bet you've never touched a bare pussy either, have you?"

"Never even seen one for real... can I touch... it?"

I was breathing heavily, "Call it what you want and yes, I want you to touch me there." I was being greedy and in desperate need now but a thought struck me, "Don't worry if you need to climax, honey. I'll take it as a compliment, just don't stop."

He was clearly finding his nerve, "I won't stop for anything just yet," each word was emphasised with another stroke or squeeze of my naked flesh, "This is all too perfect and anyway, ma?"

"Wh-wh-what? Fuck that feels so hot."

"My shorts are already soaking inside."

"Huh?" My mind was fried, "Wet?"

"I've already cum once. When I first saw your gorgeous t... breasts."

"Oh honey, I love that. And call them tits if you want. Say what you feel like. Just keep touching my tits, my pussy," I didn't dare let myself so much as think, "And I want you to prove you cum when you saw my nakedness."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, I want to see your cum-covered cock, honey. I know it's so naughty, so bad, but if I'm going to be naked here, then so are you."

His shorts hit the floor before I could so much as think, and his t-shirt followed within two seconds, I looked him up and down, new muscle covering his expanding chest, lots of gym work evident in his rippling belly, and then there was that cock. He had sure developed since I'd last seen him naked in the bath and while he wasn't the longest guy I'd ever seen, he was thick and heavy. And, cum-covered or not, he was hard.

He had taken a step away from me to pull his clothes off but now it was me that reached for him, my hand suddenly eager to feel the hot, hard and oh-so smooth flesh that was pointing at my naked tits. I encircled his not-inconsiderable girth and he let out a sigh that sounded eerily like mine.

"Oh fucking hell, honey, you have the most gorgeous young cock!"

"And you, ma, you've got the loveliest tits I've ever seen - on the web... anywhere - I was such a lucky baby to suck on those!"

I began to stroke his length, "So do it again Matty, suck on your ma's tits."

We clattered back through the doorway into the living room and I ended up with the backs of my calves pressed against the sofa as my son's probing lips finally fastened on to an aching nipple. I wailed in pleasure.

"Oh honey, oh fucking hell, yes!"

I collapsed back on the sofa and he followed me, his teeth biting down when I begged him to do it, one of his finger's penetrating my sodden pussy. "Oh my baby. Oh, oh, oh!"

He lifted his head to look into my eyes, "Ma, I've fancied you like mad for years, but this..." he peered down at my naked body, "but this is ... it's... you... you're so fucking perfect!"

"Oh my baby, suck me again! Suck on mamma's tits!" My mind whirled with lust, and I felt his hardness in my palm. It had all gone so far already, and now I couldn't resist.

I wriggled further beneath him, wanting nothing more than to please my perfect boy - and please myself. I forced my knees wider apart until his own legs slid between mine. I wanted him to cum right on me, right on my pussy. But then... oh, I adore my tits being sucked on so hard. At just the right time it will drive me mad with lust and desire - and this was more than just the right time.

Mine were the first tits he had sucked on all those years ago and now they were the first he'd seen as a young adult. They were the first he'd touched, and the same applied to my pussy. His hard young cock was nestled in my stroking hand. It was all so wrong but so fucking perfect. Except... 

I pulled his cock lower until its hot tip pressed against the wet folds of my very centre. Matt gasped and his eyes rose to mine, his lips still greedily sucking on a nipple inflamed with a passion beyond anything I had ever experienced. I simply said 'yes'.

My son's eyes widened and for the briefest moment his hungry sucking paused. I could only guess that he was thinking very quickly about my words concerning how you should take opportunities when they were presented, and my sudden overwhelming need was satisfied as he pressed his hips forward with not the slightest hesitation. I felt the head of his heavy cock parting me and I wailed in pleasure, even as his head rose away from my breasts.

There was a moment's resistance from muscles deep within my pussy but he pushed on, his cock slipping between the eager folds of hot, wet flesh and I cried out again, my arms and legs curling around my boy, drawing him as deeply inside me as I could.

He might never have fucked before that moment, but the wildness of what we were doing as mother and son, the need that had built so quickly inside me, the intensity of my need - they all added up to make him the greatest lover I had ever taken inside me.

He began to rock his hips, a mantra of 'fuck, yes!' hissing between his teeth, and then it was really happening - we were actually fucking. I grabbed at his hair and made sure he looked into my eyes, made sure he could see how much I wanted this. 

I was bucking underneath him, adjusting my movements to account for his initial awkwardness with the act, and I started to laugh. His eyes held a question but he soon dismissed it. 

From somewhere he managed to snort a laugh himself, "Oh ma! Oh god, my cock's actually in you. We're actually doing it, actually..."

"Fucking, yes! Your gorgeous fat cock is buried in my hot wet cunt and I love it! You hear me, Matty? And fuck it, boy, you are fucking hot!"

"Ma?" His pace was already increasing.

"I know, I know," I was gasping for air already, "You're going to cum again soon, right?"

He nodded, sweat dripping onto my face, "Yeah, I'd better pull out and-" 

I immediately tightened my arms and legs behind him, "Don't you fucking dare!"

"But, ma, I'll-"

"Cum right inside me, yes I know. And Matty, guess what? I want it!" Oh, and I did - more than I ever wanted something before. "Honey!" I bucked harder, "I want your cum as far up my hot mummy cunt as you can get it, right?"

He didn't - couldn't - answer me, but instead his pace increased even further, his thick cock pistoning inside me, his balls now slapping against the very tops of my thighs. Now I was committed beyond my wildest imaginings and the knowledge was like a small grenade erupting inside me. I'd never climaxed quickly before in my life, but the second that firecracker exploded my orgasm rushed towards the surface.

It was shocking in its speed and intensity and I could only wail my pleasure, holding it back with every ounce of my mental strength until my boy, my Matty, started to cum. When the first of his juices blasted up into my depths I screamed my ecstasy and began the monster climax which will live with me forever. 

In every time past my climaxes had been slow to arrive and then over in a few seconds of high pleasure. But that time with Matty? The largest wave of pleasure was followed by yet another and another, and another. Each time I felt even the tiniest of his spurts of cum deep inside me my body reacted with a wildness and abandon that made full-scale war seem like a playground knuckle fight.

I squealed and moaned myself hoarse and I told my beautiful boy a hundred times that I loved him, even as my body twitched and spasmed. My already scrambled brain went walkabout then.

I came to properly seconds or minutes later - even Matt doesn't know how long passed - to find both of us entangled, sweaty and panting for air. My throat felt raw.

"Hey," I managed, "You okay?"

"Are we still allowed to swear?"

I nodded, "I don't see why not any more. Now are you okay, honey?"

"Then I'm totally fucking good, ma."

From somewhere I managed to find a laugh, "You were pretty damned good, fucking. You sure that was your first time?"

"Honestly, yeah. I guess you cum then?"

My laugh then was far easier, "Cum or climaxed, yeah. And trust me, honey, that was a biggie."

"You do know I... well, I cum inside you?"

"I can hardly miss it," I smiled, "but that's just fine. Perfect, even."

"So... I know this is pretty... weird, I guess. But you really don't mind what happened?"

"Honey," I kissed his nose, "It was as much - more - me than it was you who made that happen. And hey," I laughed, "If I really objected, don't you think I might have pushed your cock out of my pussy by now?" He was, as you can guess, still coupled with me.

"I can't believe how good this feels," he said, not really an answer at one level, but volumes of response at another.

I shifted a little but not enough to disturb him too much, "If by 'good' you mean not so bad that you get soft, I see what you mean." He wasn't fully hard, but he was a long way from flaccid.

"Is that bad of me?"

"I'd be telling a fib if I said yes. I like it."

"You like my cock inside you? Even though I'm your son?"

I shrugged. The time for lies and niceties was long gone, "It feels wrong but very right. And honey? You have a great cock. You'll make some woman very happy one day."

"I only want you, ma."

I slapped his butt, "Unlike you, I never attended university - or am about to - but that doesn't make me a fuckwit. This was fun, but it won't last more than a few hours."

"No!"

As intimately as we were linked, the cuddle I gave him then felt a lot more maternal than it had any real right to be, "Matty... Matt... we're going to wake up tomorrow and realise this is not something that can carry on. And really, you have a while adult life ahead of you. You don't need me, whether you believe it or not right now with your cock still inside me." It was true, after all, and I almost felt happy to say it aloud.

"Well even if you're right about the long-term thing, it's still not going to be just 'hours'."

No wonder he was going to university, "You won't be thinking that tomorrow, I bet." I had a slight inkling that I wouldn't, anyway. Surely shame would catch up with me pretty quickly?

"There's bound to be recriminations and 'how-stupid-was-that's," my obviously-destined-for-honour-student went on, "but can't we... I mean can't we do something like this again. Maybe a few times?"

Reality seemed to seep into me with those words but it had a most alarmingly unexpected effect on me. "Honey," I managed, trying to ignore a sudden hardening deep within me, "Are you asking to fuck me again? And I don't just mean now because that much is evident."

He started to move his hips, evidently not wanting to risk me saying no even just then, "Is that so bad?"

I couldn't help my own hips twitching in response, "I don't know about bad, but I'm not sure it's entirely fair. You're starting to fuck me again, aren't you?"

"I want to, ma. Please?"

"I guess," I sighed, sore but pleased in way that hurt my sensibilities far more, "I won't stop you. But while I've still got half a brain left - before you fuck the rest out of me - I want to do a deal with you."

"Anything."

"Bad call, bad boy. But anyway, I won't stop you now if - if - you promise me that you'll not complain when you get sent off to uni, and that will be the end of things between us if it hasn't ended long before then."

"Deal."

"I haven't finished. And that no one ever gets to hear about any of this."

"Deal." 

He thrust that time, nearly making me lose my train of thought for a moment. "I'm still not finished," I managed, "And that we have a lesson in what making love is compared to just fucking."

"As many lessons as you want," he said, already increasing his pace.

It was making it hard to concentrate, "And finally," I managed, "Suck on my fucking tits like there's no tomorrow! Oh honey! Fast learner!"

It should have been all so wrong, all so awkward but I guess I was just too wrapped up in the heat of this wild and unexpected passion. I felt more alive and more aroused than I even needed to be, and the only slight swerve on that oh-so unexpected path was when Matt lifted his mouth from one eager nipple and aimed a kiss at my own mouth. Of all the things we had done and were doing - even as my boy's cock filled my most delicate, personal area - it was the only thing that gave me pause. But even then my subconscious mind, my previously unknown inner slut, took the reins. She yelled at the suddenly reluctant part of me, reminded me that I loved kissing and being kissed, pointed out that surely a kiss was no worse than the fuck that was driving me wild with lust. My lips parted and as Matthew's eager tongue found mine, I started to climax yet again.

I have no idea what sounds must have been emanating from deep within my throat but my son - my lover - paused long enough to say, "You okay, ma?"

"Oh my baby boy," I let loose another grunt, "I'm more than okay! Now before you shoot another load of your cum deep inside your mother, let me show you just what pulling on my tits does for me, huh?"

"Yes please!"

So I showed him how it drove me to new orgasmic heights. And I showed him how varying his pace made things wilder and deeper. I pushed a finger into his tight butt and made my boy moan in delight. I promised him that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked or made love.

Just before he finally cum again I grasped the base of his cock, gripping tightly, delaying his eruption until I was howling through a new climax myself. Neither of us could wait any longer then, and his own wail matched mine as he emptied himself deep in my belly. Like before, every spurt triggered a new wave of orgasm in me and I think I was even grateful that he was running short of that precious liquid by then, not sure that my body could take many more climaxes.

I held him so tightly afterwards, murmuring words of love and lust, even as his lovely cock relaxed inside me.

"I guess," I said finally, "You rather enjoyed fucking your own mother?"

"Loved it," he nodded, "And you did mean it when you said we could do it again, right?"

I laughed, "Letting you fuck me might make me a bad mother, but I always keep my promises to you, don't I?"

"Yeah but this is like well big."

I wriggled a little, "So's your cock, Matt."

"I know it's not that big."

"I've seen longer," I admitted, "but it's lovely and thick and, most importantly, it's yours."

"Does that really make it better or different?"

I gave another laugh, "I guess you don't have anything to compare this all to, but for me, yes, it makes the world of difference. No one has ever - ever - fucked me so wonderfully."

Matthew blushed - no joking - and held me tighter, "You seem so different now."

I eased his head back so I could look into his eyes, "How do I? And is that a bad thing?"

"Well for a start I've got my... thing in you."

"You mean your gorgeous cock is buried in my snatch?"

He blushed again, "Well, yeah, and that kinda shows one of the differences."

"That we're fucking now?"

"No! Well, yes, obviously, but I meant the things you're saying. You were always so polite and proper about stuff before and now you keep talking about my cock and your... your pussy. You even called it your..." he faltered.

"My snatch, you mean?"

"Worse."

I laughed, "I guess I might have called it my cunt then?"

"Yes! And I have never ever heard you say that word before!"

"Cunt?"

"Yes!"

I shrugged, amused, "Welcome to a whole new world, Matthew. Do you object to me saying stuff like that? It really is the only time my mouth descends to the gutter."

He shook his head, "I think I can see why you say those things."

"Cunt and fuck?"

He giggled through his blush, "Yes! And tits. They're normally only ever breasts when you talk about them."

"Well when I'm fucking - when I have your lovely cock in my cunt - they're my tits, okay?"

I felt a gentle stirring inside me, "Yeah. You have fantastic tits, ma!"

"Thank you, Matthew. Now are you starting to get hard in me already?"

"Yes, ma. Just knowing how great your tits are is making me hard again," he paused and kissed me before resuming, "This feels like heaven."

"On the sofa, naked with your mother?"

He shook his head and spoke on, his blush not holding him back any more, "No, ma, I meant it feels like heaven having my cock in your pussy. It feels so good to be fucking you."

I giggled, "I should be too sore for this!"

"You want me to stop before I really get going again?"

"I never said that."

"So you want me to keep moving?"

"Honey," I sighed, "I think I've become hooked on your cock already," I pushed his shoulders backwards, "But I think it's time for me to have a little more control of just how much goes inside me. Get on your back and let me show you what a cowgirl is all about."

Somehow we rearranged our position without him ever once slipping from my tingling womanhood - and this time he lasted and lasted.

*****

That was more than two months ago and a lot has happened since then. If you want to hear about all my newfound depravity tell me and I will ignore my conscience and come clean. I think maybe you've only heard the nice bits so far...



A Mother's Pride Ch. 02



The next morning Sam entered the kitchen and saw Hannah sitting at the table having her breakfast, she barely acknowledged him and the tension in the room was unbearable. He walked over to the kettle, filled it with some fresh water and switched it on, standing uncomfortably as he waited for it to boil.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" He asked his sister.

"No thanks," came the very curt reply.

More silence, only the noise from the kettle boiling to punctuate the tension.

"About last night..." Sam began.

"Don't bother," his sister replied, "mum told me everything! She even says that you two are going to continue this disgusting perversion!"

Sam gulped; Hannah was clearly still angry and disturbed at what she witnessed.

"It was an accident," he pleaded "things just got out of control but we both really got caught up in the moment and it was amazing..." His voice tailed off as his mind wandered back to the previous evening. 

"Yes it was amazing," Susan said as she entered the room.

Sam glanced down at his mothers stunning figure, sheer nude tights covered only by a short silky robe. She walked over to Sam and gave him a long sensuous kiss as her hand groped his growing bulge through his jeans. 

"I hope you are wearing my tights under these," she whispered into his ear.

"Erm yes," Sam replied, uncomfortable with his mother's attention in front of his sister. 

Hannah stared at them both, "I can't believe this, you two are disgusting!"

Susan eyeballed her daughter "Don't be so narrow minded! Or is this jealousy talking?"

"What the fuck?? Are you deranged, why the fuck would I be jealous of my MOTHER fucking my BROTHER???!!" Hannah screamed.

"Don't give me that bullshit young lady, I have seen the way you two look at each other, just because it makes you feel uncomfortable doesn't mean the attraction is any less!" Susan replied firmly, "Sam has already admitted to me that he has fantasised about fucking you!"

Hannah's eyes widened, what kind of sick twisted family was she born into?

Susan stared at Hannah, "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you have NEVER fantasised about your brother!" 

Hannah dropped her gaze and her face flushed.

"That's all I needed to know!" Susan remarked triumphantly "now get over here!"

Hannah looked at her mother, was she serious? It appeared from the look on her face that she was. She stood up from the kitchen table and walked slowly towards Susan and Sam. 

"Get on your knees!" Susan ordered.

"B-b-but..." Hannah began.

"No buts get on your knees now!" Susan reaffirmed as she guided her daughter into a kneeling position in front of Sam. Sam unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor before stepping out of them.

He looked down at his sister; she was dressed for work in a smart skirt, white blouse and black opaque tights he smiled as she reluctantly began to suck his bulging erection through his tights; Susan rested her hand on the back of Hannah's head encouraging her to take more of her brother inside her mouth.

Susan knelt next to her daughter and began to share Sam, she pulled his tights over his impressive erection and massaged it with her fingers before taking him deep to the back of her throat, Hannah watched amazed at her mother's ability to take so much without gagging. Susan relinquished with a kiss on the tip of Sam's manhood signalling that it was Hannah's turn for more, as she began sucking him deeper she felt her mother push her firmly against his groin, Sam gasped as he felt his penis enter Hannah's throat and she began to gag.

"Just relax and take it all in," Susan encouraged and continued to hold Hannah's head, rocking it back and forth on Sam's shaft.

Sam's legs began to turn to jelly as his orgasm began to build. He eased Hannah off and moved over to a chair to sit down; Hannah walked on her knees to his new position and began to hungrily devour his manhood once more. 

Susan watched and smiled, just twenty four hours ago the thought of this would have horrified her, now as she watched the scene unfolding she could feel the crotch of her tights becoming moist. She knelt behind Hannah and lifted her skirt, admiring her daughter's pert bottom encased in the soft black opaque nylon. Susan began to stroke Hannah's thighs as she continued sucking Sam, Hannah froze briefly as she felt her mothers fingers firmly press against her crotch through her tights and knickers and begin to massage her moistening hole.

Sam looked down to see his mother slip her hand down Hannah's tights and tear a hole in the crotch, she then pushed Hannah's knickers to one side and slipped two fingers deep inside her vagina, moving them in and out as Hannah began thrusting against them. He continued to watch his mother as she slid her fingers out and positioned her face against her moist crotch, Hannah began moan with pleasure and her sucking began to become more frantic.

"Oh fuck Hannah, that feels so good," Sam whispered breathlessly, he was so close to exploding but was desperately trying to hold back for fear of how his sister would react to having her throat filled with his semen. 

Susan probed her daughter's warm moist mound with her tongue, pushing deep inside her before gently flicking the tip over her clitoris, now and again teasing Hannah by gently licking her anal passage.

Hannah was now fully involved and all her inhibitions had fallen away, thoughts raced through her head over how warped this was, what her boyfriend would say if he ever found out but all the time thinking about how good it felt. She could feel her orgasm beginning to grow inside and her mother seemed so experienced with her tongue that she doubted that she could hold it in much longer. Just as she was about to climax she felt Sam's erect shaft pulse inside her throat followed by what seemed like an endless stream of hot salty semen.

"FUCK fuck fuuuucccck!" Sam screamed, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry Hannah," he apologised as she gagged on his offering.

Hannah swallowed all she could before Susan moved up alongside her and began to help to clean her brother's mess up, Hannah continued to lick and suck her brothers diminishing erection until he finished ejaculating the sticky fluid.

Susan smiled at her daughter as she removed Sam from her mouth,

"Hey, don't be so greedy!" She chimed, "share some with me!"

Hannah looked over at her mother, semen dribbling from the corners of her mouth; Susan leaned forward, licking the mess from her face before kissing Hannah full on the mouth. Hannah didn't think she could possibly be shocked anymore but was taken aback as her mothers tongue entered her mouth, kissing her passionately as her fingers began to explore the ripped hole in her tights once more. 

Sam watched admiringly as Susan stood and took Hannah by the hand, gesturing her to sit on the kitchen table she pulled up a chair and sat down, positioning herself between Hannah's legs. Hannah lay back and closed her eyes as her mother tore the crotch of her knickers, exposing her neatly trimmed lady garden and then began to gently lick her daughter's crotch, probing her clitoris and pushing her tongue in deep. Sam gripped his softened member and began to stroke and jerk himself, feeling his erection returning.

Hannah began writhing around on the table; her hands gripped her mothers head tightly as she pulled her deeper inside her. Susan responded by thrusting her tongue in deeper and faster, she slid her hands up Hannah's thighs and pushed a finger slowly but deeply into her rectum. 

"Oh god!" Screamed Hannah, "Fuck my arse mummy! That feels incredible!"

Susan pushed another finger in alongside, feeling Hannah tense with the penetration and then relax as her hole stretched to accommodate additional width. Susan was now completely overcome with passion for her daughter, thrusting her fingers in and out as she continued to hungrily devour Hannah's moist hole with her tongue. Hannah lay back and moaned in pleasure as her juices flowed with her orgasm, Susan gleefully taking all she could produce.

"Did you enjoy that darling," Susan said as she looked up from in between her legs.

"Mmmmm," was all Hannah could reply with.

Susan stood up with a satisfied smile and took Hannah by the hand, helping her off the table. 

"I hope you are going to reciprocate young lady," Susan said with a cheeky smile.

Hannah's smile dropped, "I I I I'm not sure I can," she stammered.

"Of course you can baby," Susan replied as she slipped her robe off revealing her attractive older figure clad only in a pair of sheer tan tights. 

Hannah's eyes tracked down her mothers figure, noticing how visible her vagina was through the sheer nylon crotch. She swallowed hard as Susan hopped up onto the kitchen table and beckoned her daughter to sit in between her legs. Hannah slowly sat on the chair and Susan placed her hands on her head, gently guiding her towards her in between her legs. Hannah began to tentatively probe at her mothers nylon crotch with the tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm, that's good baby, a bit firmer please," Susan moaned and pulled Hannah's head more firmly against her.

Hannah pushed her tongue inside her mother, pushing the nylon against her clitoris and massaging it firmly. 

"Oh god, mmmmmm," Susan moaned as she began to writhe on the table, her hips bucking.

Sam stood alongside the table masturbating furiously as he watched, Susan glanced over and smiling at him she reached out and took his erect tool and began to slowly work it with her fingers.

"Oh fuck that feels good baby, rip open my tights and fuck me hard with your tongue!" Susan screamed out.

Hannah obediently tore open the nylon encasement and buried her face and tongue firmly into Susan's soaking hot mound, her tongue working deep inside, manically licking and forcing in and out.

"Yes, yes, YESSSS!!" Susan screamed, as she began jerking Sam with more urgency. 

Sam reached down and massaged his mother's nipples, pinching them and then running his fingers up to his mother's lips. Susan shifted herself to the edge of the table and took him deep into her throat, fondling his testicles as she frantically sucked him whilst Hannah thrust her face in and out of Susan's crotch.

Hannah felt her mother tense and more juices filled her mouth as she slowed her actions, Susan was still sucking Sam hard and could feel he was close as he stood with his head facing upwards, eyes closed and with handfuls of her hair.

"Ohhhhh fuuuccccckkk!" He moaned as he exploded inside her mouth.

Susan felt the hot semen jet into the back of her throat and greedily swallowed all Sam could offer, his member softening in her mouth as her tongue worked to clean the tip.

Sam withdrew and Susan smiled at them both, 

"Wow, how blessed am I to have you two?"

Hannah glanced at the floor, still embarrassed by what had happened and the fact that she had clearly enjoyed it. Sam was looking at his mother and sister, naked with ripped tights and grinning from ear to ear.

Susan eased herself off the chair and walked over to the phone, lifting it off the cradle she dialled a number and waited.

"Hello, yes this Hannah's mother, I'm afraid she won't be in today as she has been up all night and is still very poorly." She paused "Yes, thank you, I'll tell her...Goodbye,"

Susan smiled at her daughter "Sharon said that she hopes you feel better soon,"

Hannah looked at her mother sheepishly, "I can't believe you just did that,"

"Well, do you want to spend the day with us or would you rather go to work?" Susan replied.

Hannah stared silently at her mother, despite what had just happened she still couldn't bring herself to actually admit out loud that she enjoyed being part of their depraved acts.

"Go upstairs and take a shower you two, then come to my bedroom in ten minutes!" Susan ordered.

Sam and Hannah trudged off upstairs and into the bathroom.

"Do you want to go first?" Hannah asked Sam as they both removed their tights, seemingly comfortable with each others naked bodies now.

"Why?" Said Sam, "aren't you going to join me?" He replied turning on the shower.

Once again Hannah found herself speechless; she hadn't even taken a shower with her boyfriend before. Sam took her hand and they stepped into the shower together, Hannah glanced down and noticed that Sam was becoming semi-erect as the hot water tumbled over his body. She had to admit, he had a very attractive body and she reflected that she had probably fantasised about him many times before.

Sam squeezed some shower gel onto his hands and worked it into a lather before telling Hannah to turn around. He began to work the lather into her shoulders and down her back, reaching round her body and rubbing into her breasts and down her tummy. Hannah gasped as his soapy fingers penetrated her before running down her legs. 

"You fucking tease!" She exclaimed with a smile as she stepped under the hot water, washing the lathered gel off her glistening body and down the drain.

Sam smiled back and passed his sister a bottle of shower gel, she squeezed onto her hands and grinned as him as she began to massage into his chest, down his firm stomach and around his growing erection. She firmly gripped him as she worked him back and forth briefly before rubbing the lather into his testicles and down his legs.

"Two can play at that game," she smiled.

Sam leaned forward towards her and began to gently kiss her lips; her mouth opened slightly and accepted his tongue as they stood under the hot water, hands exploring each other. 

Hannah gently pulled away and turned the shower off.

"Right that's enough of that," she said firmly, "We'd better see what mum wants next."

They stepped from the shower and dried each other, Hannah beginning to relax and accept the feelings she had inside. They walked naked hand in hand to their mother's room, Susan was in her en-suite shower and on her bed were a number of pairs of tights of varying colours.

Sam picked up a pair of sheer grey tights, 

"Here sis, these would look great on you,"

Hannah laughed and took them from him and sat on the edge of the bed. He watched as she slowly and seductively slipped them up over her silky thighs and adjusted the waist band.

"Wow, you look so amazingly sexy sis," 

Hannah's face flushed and she glanced over at the selection of tights. 

"Why don't you try those navy blue ones?" She said with a cheeky smile.

Sam obligingly picked up the tights and sat on the bed, sliding his hand into the foot and over his toes, up over his legs. He stood up and pulled the tights over his large erection and adjusted them to make him feel comfortable.

"mmm very nice," Hannah giggled.

They heard the shower turn off and few moments later Susan stepped from the en-suite still towelling herself off. She admired her two children in their respective tights and went over and selected a pair for herself. 

Sam and Hannah silently watched their mother as she slipped her attractive legs into a pair of barely black sheer tights and pulled them up over her hips. 

"Now, I am just going to watch you two for a while, you are both going to follow my directions, do you understand?"

Sam and Hannah both nodded and Susan went and sat in her wicker chair. "I think we have all had enough foreplay for now don't you think?"

Sam and Hannah both smiled and nodded. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" demanded Susan looking at Sam, "are you going to fuck the cock teasing slut or not?"

Hannah looked uncomfortable with the term her mother described her in but couldn't help accepting the fact that right now what she wanted more than anything was Sam inside her.

She lay on the bed and Sam joined her, they began to kiss and fondle each other as Susan looked on approvingly and began massaging herself through her tights. 

"Fuck please!" She demanded "rip open her tights Sam,"

Sam obliged, tearing open the crotch and unable to resist buried his face in briefly before being scolded by his mother for delaying the penetration. He moved up in between his sister's legs and tore a hole in his own tights, pulling his erection through the hole and guiding it to the entrance of his sister's moist hole. 

Hannah took a deep breath as her brothers large shaft slid deep inside her, wow she thought, if only her boyfriend was as large and the she let out a giggle. Sam looked at her wondering what he had done but Hannah reassured him and told him what she was thinking. A huge grin formed on his face as he began to work himself in and out of his sister.

"Suck her toes please baby," Susan said in a husky voice as she continued to pleasure herself.

Sam took Hannah's left foot in his hands and began to lick, suck and gently bite her toes, all the while kneeling in between her legs and moving in and out of her. 

"Mmmmmmm," was all that Hannah could say as she lay back with her eyes closed.

Sam took her right foot and repeated the attention, his pace quickening with his deep thrusts.

"That's it, fuck her hard baby," Susan said, her breathing rapid.

Sam released Hannah's right foot and moved up her body, kissing and biting her nipples before kissing her neck and finally sliding his tongue deep into her mouth as his back arched and he began to thrust deeper and harder inside her.

Hannah's breathing quickened and her moaning increased, Susan was now forcing three fingers through the nylon inside her before she could take now more. She ripped open her tights and picked up the dildo she had lying next to her. Sliding it deep inside her she began working it hard and fast as she watched her son and daughter's pace building.

Hannah's legs wrapped around Sam and pulled him tight against her; she dug her fingernails in his back and screamed out in pleasure. Sam began pounding with such ferocity that the headboard slammed back and forth against the wall, talking was now impossible. Susan and Hannah's collective moans were deafening as Sam puffed breathlessly, pumping his sister harder and harder, faster and faster.

Hannah lay back, her hips bucking as orgasm after orgasm passed through her body, Susan screamed out in pleasure as her pace slowed with the dildo. Sam could feel the orgasm coming but, after ejaculating twice already this morning, was struggling to reach the final climax. He continued to thrust, his fitness showing as Hannah's was reduced to a quivering wreck from the multiple orgasms. Finally he felt his member twitch and pulse inside her, unloading a meagre offering due to excessive early use.

He collapsed on top of his sister, both unable to speak and out of breath. He felt Susan take his hand and guide him out of Hannah and he lay next to her whilst Susan went down on Hannah, cleaning her sons offering from her daughter with her tongue.

As Hannah and Sam lay on the bed, their mother alternated between them, cleaning their respective sex organs before joining them in lying next to them.

"Best sick day off work ever," Hannah said with a huge grin.

Susan looked her in the eyes and smile.

"It's not over yet baby," she replied as she kissed her gently on the lips and slipped her tongue into her mouth....

To be continued...



A Mother's Pride Ch. 02



In theory the days that followed that first night of fun - by which I mean my introduction to the weird wired world of incestuous fucking - should have been full of guilt and self-recriminations. 

What sort of loving mother would delightedly spread her legs to welcome her beloved son's cock into her hot, wet pussy? How could such a woman climax so much as her boy filled her with his teenage spunk? Why wasn't she running, screaming to the nearest sexual therapist?

Well, no matter how I tried to conjure up all the negatives, my answers to those three questions were resolutely: a) This sort of mother, b) with intense delight, and c) because she felt that it was right. Wrong but right.

No matter how I attempted to cast the whole incident in a negative light, I just couldn't. Especially as Matt and I just couldn't leave each other's bodies alone and the sex - every time, and there were many, many times - was totally fucking awesome. I climaxed more often in the first forty-eight hours than I had in the previous forty-eight weeks. Possibly the previous four hundred and forty-eight weeks.

My little boy had certainly grown up and yet his lack of knowledge of the finer details of sexual relationships was a surprise on many levels. To be sure, he knew exactly what to do to make my eyes light up and to set off small explosions of ecstasy in all my right (and wrong) places - with a tiny bit of prompting - but some of the basics were a mystery to him.

One example came to light on the very first morning when he limped, naked, into the kitchen to find me at the sink, also naked, washing a pill down my throat.

"Seasick, ma?"

I turned and smiled at him, the very act of letting him see my nudity in daylight sending a shiver through my belly, "Given the amount of rocking that went on last night I should be, but no, that was a morning-after pill."

"I really want to know what one of them is, but I also want to know if everything we said last night was still true."

"Second part first, then," I was rather curious myself, "The answer is yes, as far as I'm concerned, and I rather thought that me standing here letting you gawp at every inch of my naked flesh might have given you the response."

He breathed an over-dramatic sigh of relief, "I was so hoping that's what you'd say. Really, though, are you feeling ill?"

I laughed, "Very much not, although a tad sore - and before you ask, yes you can kiss it better - but the tablet? That's because I'm not actually on the pill and I really don't want to become the mother of your son - and brother. I somehow think that any protection you might have got laying around didn't get a chance to be used last night."

"There wasn't much time for thinking about condoms," he nodded, "Should I go get them now?"

"If I say 'no', don't get the wrong idea. They're pretty much necessary for you in this day and age if you don't want to get a girl pregnant and don't want to catch anything. We're different. I'm going to start taking the pill again which will kick in after a few days so pregnancy is not an issue, and I happen to know the results of our latest blood tests so, since you were still a virgin before last night, and since I'm clean, there's no worries there."

"So... you mean we can still... do it again... like last night?"

"You mean, are we going to fuck again - bare-back - then I hope so. Do you still want to?" It was a fear that had been creeping up on me ever since I'd woken with him by my side - the fear that he might not want to carry on.

"Yes! Oh, ma, yes!" He laughed with what I could tell was a relief borne of his own fear about very the same thing, "And I swear I'll keep my promise! No one else will ever know, I'll go to uni when I have to and... what was the other one?"

"Trust you to forget about a lesson!"

"Less- Oh, you mean a lesson in love-making rather than just..."

"Fucking, yes."

He smiled, suddenly sheepish, "Yeah, ma, I want that too.

I held my arms wide to accept a hug and Matt closed the distance between us in a flash, "Oh, Matty, here's lesson one. For a start, you can't make love to someone if you don't love them - properly love them - and I have the strongest feeling that we've got that one covered. And before you start on lesson two, you need to know that lesson one has a caveat, so take your hands of my bare butt," the feel of his hard cock pressed into the flesh of my belly was becoming a serious distraction, "Patience, my Matty."

He shrugged and stepped back, "I'm not sure I can wait long, but I'll try."

"The caveat," I smiled, "Is that loving someone means you have to get to know their likes and dislikes, and this particular lady - well, female - likes to have a coffee before she does anything else in the morning, okay?"

"I guess I can wait that long, even though you look so good like that, so sexy."

I'm not sure that a naked woman is supposed to have enough reserve to blush, but I confess I did colour a little at my son's words of praise. "Sweet," I managed, "And if you help make the brew, I think that maybe we can soon take care of that gorgeous erection you have there."

Matt was overjoyed and his eyes flicked around the bright kitchen, before settling back on my nakedness with open desire in his eyes, "Before I grab the coffee maker, can I just say something?"

I really did need the coffee, but I was now intrigued by what my boy might say, "Make it fast."

"Ma, I was gonna say... in this light it's almost as exciting as the first time I saw you... saw your body... saw your tits and pussy... And you really are so beautiful."

"Aesthetics as well as lust," my mind loved the first of those things, my body adored the second, "Thank you, angel."

"Are you sure you need that coffee?"

I snorted a laugh, relieved to feel the new tension shatter, "Yes!"

Matt dashed over to the cupboard where we kept the coffee machine when I wasn't working at home, and then busied himself with the grinder. I fetched two mugs and the sweeteners - I'm not carrying any spare fat and intend to stay that way until Mother Nature decides otherwise regardless of my refusal to add sugar - and was ready long before the machine sat bubbling on the counter.

I stood watching it, my hands either side of its hissing bulk, willing it to get a move on. I needed the coffee, that was true, but as sore as it was, my pussy wanted more. Matthew was struggling to maintain his control as well and before the final hisses told us that the coffee was ready, he moved up behind me, close enough that I could feel the hardness and heat of his engorged cock touching my bare butt.

I didn't move, but said softly, "Later. Soon. Be patient." I'm not really sure who I was talking to by then.

"Ma, would you believe me if I told you that I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?"

"One of the thirstiest," I said, still not moving, blushing at the compliment, now trying to distract both of us, "And anyway, aren't I the only woman you've seen like this? In the flesh, I mean."

"I didn't mean just like that..." His hands rose to cup my bare breasts from behind, "Sure you're gorgeous this way, but I meant even clothed." He laughed softly, "Now, though, I can't find room in my head for anything else but you and me together."

That was a really big compliment and it was that, more than the delightful hands on my breasts, that completely distracted me, "Oh Matty! That's so sweet... No, so lovely."

His hands drifted away and I felt a pang of stupid loss, re-doubled when I felt him take a step back. I was about to protest when I felt the heat of his hard cock return, lower, and then his knees pressed into the backs of my legs. My mind screamed something unintelligible at me as I realised the tip of that hard cock was seeking comfort from my wet womanhood.

I could tell he'd never tried to do anything like that before and his aim was too far away to penetrate me. It should have given me the escape that was right and proper. But my body didn't want to know.

"Matty! That's so naughty!" I splayed my legs slightly and reached down and between them grasping his eager cock, "No son should ever try to fuck his mother from behind here in the kitchen..." I positioned him in line with my aching opening, "Like... THIS!"

He pushed forward as I pushed back and the tip of his cock parted me, a moment's resistance dissipating as my pussy opened to welcome him back inside me.

Even as I wailed my delight, my son grabbed my hips, "I'm sorry, ma, I tried to wait, but... you're just too hot!" His hips began to rock.

"You're a bad, bad... gorgeous boy!" I pushed back to meet every one of his thrusts, his cock sliding deeper each time, "Bad... but... oh fuck, yes!"

One of his hands circled under me and he pinched at a nipple, tugging it hard in the way that I had shown him turned me on so much, his heavy balls now slapping the back of my thighs.

My moans grew louder, "Oh, my Matty! I know I shouldn't let you bend me over and let you bury that fucking gorgeous dick in my hot, wet mummy cunt, shouldn't let you pull at my mummy tits..." I gasped for air as his pace increased, "But I'm not ever... ever... ever going to say no to you fucking me like this."

He was already gasping for air as well, "I love fucking your...mummy cunt. My mummy's cunt."

"Oh fuck yes," I pushed back even harder, "And is my baby boy going to fill his mummy' cunt with his hot cum?"

"Every..." he gasped, "Last..." Both hands now moved to my tits and yanked at them, "Drop!"

I reached down again and grasped the root of his cock as he slammed its length into me again and again. I thought for a second my own climax would desert me this time but I felt that cock start to swell and it fired a million neurones deep in my belly, "Oh fuck, Matty! Cum in me then!"

"I have to! Ma, oh fuck ma!"

The first wave of his cum buried itself deep inside me and I wailed as my own climax thundered through me, "Matty! YES!"

"Oh, ma, oh mummy, oh fuck! All my cum for you!"

And each time my boy spurted, a brutal wave of orgasm made my muscles spasm uncontrollably, "F... f... fill me!"

It went on and on, and no matter he'd cum in me countless times during the previous twelve hours, and it was now happening all so fast, he really did fill me up all over again.

After however long we took to finish climaxing, Matthew's cock slipped from me, gravity and circumstance combining to shrink him enough, even as I tried to hold him inside me. I missed his cock immediately - shockingly - but I knew he'd be back very soon. I turned to face him, my legs shaking.

"I thought I said 'wait'?"

"I tried but I couldn't." He shrugged.

"I should tell you off, but honestly? I'm glad you couldn't wait to fuck me again."

"Every time I look at you I want to do it again. Is that normal?"

I glanced down at his penis, not quite flaccid but a long way from hard, "At the start of a relationship there's always more sex, but even so... you've been a busy boy."

He shrugged again, "I just love everything about it. Especially that sound you make when you cum."

I laughed, "Back in the day - a long way back - one boyfriend called me wolf-girl. You sure your ears can handle that?"

"Yeah, ma. Like I said, I especially love that sound."

"Well I guess we'll call that a lesson - my wolf impression means you've made me climax, okay?"

"I want to hear that a thousand times."

I stared into his eyes, "At this rate you'll reach a thousand howls before the end of the month."

"I really can keep doing it then?"

I nodded, "We both know it's not really right, don't we? But I'm not going to stop you." Something in my brain tried to shout a warning but I ignored it, "Maybe you'll hear two thousand howls before you go off to your books."

"What if I don't-" 

"Matty... Matthew... When this new relationship lasted one second it was already longer than I ever thought possible. Ever thought about, even. But that promise you made - we made - still stands and always will. You will stop this, and you will go off to university when the time comes."

He offered me a wry smile, "But until then?"

I stood straighter and offered him my open arms, "Until then I think I'm yours."

Matthew moved into my embrace and we kissed, just like lovers do, "Only 'think'?"

"Time will tell, my lovely son. But right now, it's a firm 'yes' and I'm just glad we didn't discover how hard it is not to start in on each other before we went to the supermarket!"

He laughed softly, "Does that mean I get out of shopping duties because you might not be able to trust yourself?"

I swatted his arm playfully, "Nice try, son of mine, but you are still going to help me carry the bags. And," I added, turning away from him, "I really need that coffee now."

Behind me he grunted what I took to be assent, then added, "I guess I need a shower now, anyway, but ma? I think it's gonna be hard being apart from you even for a few minutes."

I filled a mug with the much-needed coffee, smiling, "That's a good idea but you'd better get used to a few minutes alone every now and then. Right after this drink I'm heading up for a long soak in my own bath - and before you say it, I mean alone. This time, anyway."

To my pleasant surprise, Matthew headed out of the room, pausing just long enough to kiss the top of my head as I sat at the kitchen table and say, "Good plan, ma."

The he was gone up the stairs and I was alone for the first time since my reserve and common sense had shattered into thousands of well-fucked pieces the night before. I sipped at my drink, waiting for the regrets and self-recriminations to start, ready to prepare for a long bath accompanied by self-flagellation and plenty of teeth-gnashing. Nothing.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't upset that no sense of total wrongness settled over me, but it surprised me. Last night - pretty much all night long - I had been fucking my own son, and his cum was seeping out of me as I sat there with my coffee right then. Sure, he needed to understand more about the whole sex thing, and sure, I had a duty to make sure he didn't wander out into the big wide world in ignorance of many things... but what we had done - and were going to continue doing, I guessed - was so bad in so many people's eyes. So why was my underlying and most insistent reaction one of such deep delight?

You might not believe this, especially after what I've told you so far, but I had never thought about Matthew in any sexual way before. Not once. I wasn't - and am still not - a slutty type, dropping my knickers faster than an Essex girl drops her aitches, and it's true I can be very intensely sexual (although to be fair on that point, on the vast majority of occasions it had happened to me in the past I'd been alone!). The past few hours was so unlike me.

As much as I almost wanted to feel like nature's worst creation ever, all that sprang to mind was how absolutely fantastic it had been with my son's cock buried deep in my pussy. And with that self-truth came the knowledge that even the world's best lover's cock would not have felt as wonderful as Matthew's, my son's. The very fact that we were mother - bad mother, naughty mother - and son heightened the joy.

Bad? Certainly. Fucking brilliant? Definitely.

I didn't rule out the possibility that feelings of extreme guilt might be waiting for me around some dark future corner - maybe when my fuck-fest hangover cleared as surely it eventually would - but for now I was feeling just fine. Better than fine.

I drained the rest of my coffee and stood gingerly, wincing a little at the soreness between my legs. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had sex-induced delicacy in my female parts but it had been worth it. I set the mug next to the machine in advance preparation for a post-bath refill and headed up to my room.

I have my own little bathroom en suite and as much as I had enjoyed the unexpected intimacy with Matthew, I was grateful to have somewhere I could retreat to for a few minutes alone. As much as I was discovering that I was actually enjoying the new naughtiness with my boy you must remember that I was resolutely single, and had been for many years. Being one half of a sex-mad couple was new to me - almost as new as it was to my boy, come to that. I was used to being alone for long periods every day, even when my erstwhile rather taciturn son was in the house, and that morning I felt especially over-crowded by the one extra person.

I ran the bath and added some apparently 'soothing and relaxing natural bath oil', although quite how anyone thought that Sapphire and Rose Petals were relaxing (or a natural combination) was beyond me. Settling into the rather warm bath - very warm in one area - I lay back and tried to clear my mind.

There are no magic relaxation techniques for me, mainly because I can normally switch off from the tensions of a normal day with just a sigh when immersed in bubbly water, but that morning my head remained full of thoughts of son and sex. I wasn't suddenly dreaming of a whole new future and some Disney-like magic life stretching away ahead of us, and I knew that the summer would pass and he would go off to his new studies and a whole new life of his own. I wanted that for him more than anything else - but I also knew I wanted to share his body and his lusts between now and then.

For the first time, I guess, I was suddenly wondering just how much fun we could have together and what naughty adventures we could share - beyond the sheer naughtiness of the taboo relationship we had started. I was only thirty-seven which might be almost ancient to some - even, maybe, to Matthew himself - but I was in my sexual prime, and not so far ahead of my son in that respect.

I was pretty sure that Matthew wouldn't yet have a clear idea of what fantasies he might like to try out and perhaps didn't even know all of the possibilities that lay before him, despite the internet, but I had a few of my own that he might like to share... I almost shot straight out of the bath in shock when I realised that the fantasy idea had brought the heat of arousal to my belly. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. This was going to be a summer filled with fun - and a mother filled with her son.

*****

Whilst neither my bath nor Matthew's shower seemed to have calmed our lustful nerves, we both felt refreshed - and hungry. I started to make us both a late breakfast and was delighted - and not a little amazed - when Matthew lent a hand. 

"I never realised that all I needed to do to get you helping me out here was to let you fuck me," I told him.

He nearly choked on a slice of toast before bursting out laughing, "Ma!"

I shrugged and grinned, "Don't worry. It's worth it."

"That's true," he said when he'd got some control back, "What's it worth if I wash your car?"

"Now that," I giggled, "is something we can negotiate. But," I added, pushing him gently back from where he was trying to cuddle me, "not until after we finish the food!"

I had imagined during my long soak that my appetite might betray my hidden inner turmoil but to judge by the way I wolfed down the food and guzzled more coffee, nothing could be further from the truth of the matter. I put it down to the fact that I had burned more calories in the previous few hours than I had in the past few months - and believe me, although I am not one to boast, I was as fit is the proverbial cliché.

As good as his word, or at least as good as he was told to be, Matthew let me finish my food in peace and even displayed his own heightened appetite by adding a second helping of everything to his already teenage-sized portion.

By the time we had finished and washed up - something I managed to persuade Matthew to help me with despite the fact that we were both now dressed (him in his trademark shorts and t-short and me in a pale blue, rather short, summer dress and panties) - my mood was light to the point of playful. I sat back at the kitchen table and motioned for my son to sit opposite me.




A Mother's Pride Ch. 02



"So," I said, "Our lives have well and truly changed."

"For the better, I hope. You are still going to-" 

"Keep all my promises, yes," I smiled at his enthusiasm, but rolled my eyes for motherly effect, "Stop fretting about whether you're still welcome in my knickers." I stayed his protest with a laugh, "And that rather neatly brings me to my point."

"You want to-"

"Stop it!" I couldn't help but laugh again, "Even if the answer is 'yes, I want to fuck around with you again right now', I have a certain soreness that will need a few hours to recover. As I'm sure you know full damned well my love-life has been quiet to the point of silence over the last few months and I'm really out of practice. No, you getting into my knickers was a different point altogether."

"Ma, I've never even used them to, you know, play with!"

"I never said you had, although the occasional stain I found before putting then through the washing machine must indicate that we have been visited by a rather horny stranger from time to time."

"That was ages ago! And anyway, I just-"

I held my hands up again to still the protest, "Yes it was, and you were a lot younger and just finding out what masturbation was all about - or at least that's what I assumed. And before you ask, I didn't say anything at the time because I read up on it and found out it was all natural enough for a boy of your age. Plus it stopped within a couple of months." I paused for a second then took a deep breath and continued, "I'm not so sure I could read up on things and find out whether what we're getting up to now is just as natural, but Matty, I don't care, okay?"

The panty-wanking embarrassment on his face disappeared as his eyes lit up, "So, your knickers?"

"Oh yes. My point about you getting into them is this: I have no idea what turns you on yet, but we'll find out I'm sure. You see, it could be that you get your kicks out of my getting into my knickers by putting them on."

"I don't!"

I laughed, "Stop worrying! I never said you did and in any case, so what if you did? There must be a million different things that people find arousing and a fetish for lingerie probably ranks in the top ten for normality. All I'm saying is that we have a few weeks together and it would be wonderful if you could find out whether some of the things you must fantasise about are anything like as much fun in real life. You never know what we might find that's new, as well."

He stared at me with his jaw slightly ajar, then a few seconds later, dragged his brain back into gear, "Ma, I admit I might have thought about you and the way you look so... well, cute... a few times in the past but I never realised just how hot you really were until yesterday."

"That's very sweet - very nice - and it rather proves my point, doesn't it?" I could scarcely believe it but I was starting to see just how much fun this could all be for me as well as my Matthew, "And take it from the voice of experience, you never know what might spin your wheels until you take the brakes off. Neither of us really do - you because it's all so new to you and me because I've never really had much opportunity."

Matt thought for a moment, "Are you kinda saying that even you're not sure what could turn you on?"

"Absolutely. I might be fucking my son now, but I've never had much of a chance to experiment before - and before you say it, that's not your fault for being a dependent. I've just never had much success with guys."

He snorted a laugh, "But you are seriously cute!"

"I'm not going to stop you complimenting me - thank you again - but looks aren't everything, whatever you read in the magazines. So come on then, what do you think will get you buzzing?"

Matthew shrugged, "You."

I laughed, "I said enough with the compliments, and thank you yet again. But seriously, the you-and-me thing is a given, I guess, but what else?"

He sat back and breathed deeply, clearly trying to find something - anything - to say, "I guess I like to look at risky tops..."

"Risky tops? What does that mean? Roofs that are crumbling? Bad wigs?" It was a start, but not a very clear one.

"No, I mean blouses and stuff," he was, bless, embarrassed but determined to carry on now that I'd got him started, "You know? When you can see a lot down there from the right angle?"

I got it then, "Oh, you mean... what is it called? Down-blouse stuff?"

He nodded, relieved that I had got what he meant - or maybe that I hadn't exploded with disgust - and he sat forward, the blush fading, "Yeah, exactly. I mean I know I've seen it all now, but even in that dress you've got on, because it's so low-cut," It was, very, "I can already see a lot of... well, flesh... and that's a turn-on for me."

I smiled, "Good. That's a start." I looked down at the front of the garment and admitted I can almost see a nipple from this close - and I was happy that it pleased my boy, "And that's despite the fact you've already seen the contents?"

He nodded growing more enthusiastic by the second, "Yeah, but it's like... if we were out somewhere and some guy was staring and I could see a lot as well, it'd be so cool. Especially now."

"So you like the riskiness? The thought that you - and someone else, even - might get to see something that really should be covered?"

"Yeah, the risk it is, I guess."

"Well that's a great start," I said, "Not the most outrageous or unusual thing I ever heard but that's wandering into the realm of fun and fantasy."

"And fantasy?"

I laughed, "Oh. I see. That's one of the things you might want to experiment with in real life, you mean?"

"Well you did say-" 

I held up a hand, my son's enthusiasm beginning to ignite a bonfire of hidden thoughts, "You're quite right. That's exactly the sort of thing I meant and I'm just glad you didn't pick on something like women being drilled by horses."

"Ew, ma!"

"Quite," I laughed, "You're more than enough for this poor pussy. But," I went on before he could make the obvious suggestion, "If we're going to experiment and see what happens when we turn your risky little fantasy into reality it won't be anywhere around here where someone might recognise me - or us, come to that."

His eyes widened, "You mean you'd actually..."

"Matty, I have a feeling this won't just be for your benefit, but yes, I mean we could try it."

"Oh, ma!"

His contented sigh was eventually followed by five more fantasy things that intrigued him, and with the exception of being spanked in front of an audience, I found that genetics might run deeper than anyone realised; there were a lot of similarities in our tastes, and a lot of 'accidental' exhibitionism underlying his choices. 

Eventually, though, all the talk of sexual matters had my Matthew first moving his chair next to mine and then moved his hands onto my thighs. I leaned forward so that the bodice of my dress hung a little away from my front and was delighted to hear a soft groan from my son - and I realised just what he'd meant by seeing a little of something he'd already seen all of. Just the thought that I was playing to his fantasy sent a shiver of desire through me, hardened my near-visible nipples.

He reached for a pen on the surface of the table and dropped it onto the floor beside me. "Oops," he said, softly, his voice thick with lust.

I turned and bent forward slowly to retrieve the 'accidentally' dropped writing implement. The top of the dress gaped more, my breasts shifting a little - just a little, note - as the garment's minimal support was removed, and I held that position for a few seconds, apparently having 'difficulty' picking up the pen. 

Beside me, I heard Matthew moving, which I presumed was to get a better look down my top, but then I straightened and looked at him. 

Matthew had apparently stood up, pulled his shorts down his thighs and re-seated himself. His penis was standing almost straight up and had, it seemed, developed a monstrously strong magnetism. At least, my left hand believed that.

"How," I marvelled, starting to stroke the rigid member, "can someone be so hard and yet so smooth at the same time?"

He raised his hands to the dress's tie behind my neck and tugged. The bodice fell to my waist and the hands moved to my now exposed breasts, "Yeah, I thought this was what they looked like. And felt like," he said quietly.

I whimpered a little, "I guess the down-blouse thing worked then?"

By way of response he squeezed gently, "Oh, yes."

"It's certainly made you very, very hard," I stroked on, "Even if it was just your mummy's tits you were peeking at."

"My mummy's perfect tits," he nodded. "They make me want to fuck my mummy."

His words thrilled me, "I think my little boy is growing up fast, and before you say it, eighteen still makes you a little boy."

"My dick doesn't feel so little now."

"Oh, my baby, it sure isn't that," I stood, my hand drawing Matthew to his feet by his erection, "How about you let your mummy feel how grown up you are when you're in her pussy?"

"Are you sure that you're not too sore still?"

His concern, somehow even outweighing his lust, made my heart soar, and I undid the last tie of the dress which then fell to the floor. "Even if I am, so what? Make it easier and take me from behind." I released his cock for a moment and pushed my panties down to my ankles, "I just want this..." I took him in my hand again, "gorgeous cock inside me."

Matthew's hands had left my breasts when I bent to take my panties off and now he used them to strip off his t-shirt and properly remove his shorts. He turned me towards the sink then and I leaned forward. Through the window's blinds I could see the busy road at the end of the garden and wondered what some of those passing motorists and pedestrians would say if they could see a mother, naked, spreading her legs as her equally naked son closed up behind her.

I wondered what they might say when they saw that same son bend down a little and position the head of his engorged cock right up against his mother's pink, wet pussy.

And when he pushed hard, entering me in a slippery, fluid movement, I wonder just whether they realised how fucking hot it made this mother feel as her son started to fuck her, hard.

Matthew's hands reached around me as he had earlier, and he cupped the slight weight of my bare breasts, kneading and squeezing. I never moved a muscle, content to let him piston in and out of my soaking womanhood.

I moaned and let out a gentle, shaky, laugh, "I guess this means that you really liked the view down the dress?"

"Loved it. I wanted to do this before you bent over, but after? I couldn't not."

"Then," I gasped as he pushed even harder, "I guess I'll have to wear something like that more often!"

His pace was already becoming faster with every stroke, "Even out somewhere?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, ma! I want that so much!"

"You... fuck that's good... you don't mind others looking at me?"

"I want that too." He was even faster now.

I didn't have to think about it, "I always want to give my boy what he wants. Even if it's now my cunt!"

"Oh yeah," he panted, his balls slapping me in his fervour, "I adore your cunt, ma, love filling it with my hard cock!"

My mind was spiralling into the stars, "Who knows then? Maybe someone will see you filling it as well!"

He went frantic then, pounding me with is hot meat, pinching my nipples so hard that I wailed in delight, "Oh fuck, yes... ma, ma?"

"You need to cum in my cunt now, right, baby?"

"Yes!"

I wailed and moaned, then howled as the first spurt spilled into my hot centre. My mind span and my hearing was suddenly muffled from within as a climax of seismic proportions tore through me. I clutched the edge of the sink, my fingers cramping with the pressure I was applying, my pussy muscles clamping around my son's cock as he came and came. My wails and howls spiralled, and still I kept climaxing.

Seconds, or maybe minutes, later I became aware that Matthew was holding all of my weight, his cock still buried deep inside me, and little bells rang in my ears as the last aftershocks rippled through me. "Oh wow."

"Just what I thought," my son concurred, "But can you take your own weight for a second? I think my shoulders are dropping off."

I tried to straighten my legs and my son's now calm cock slid from my tingling pussy. With the help of the edge of the sink, I managed to shakily stand, "Sorry."

He patted my bare butt, "Never, ever, be sorry for something like that, ma."

I considered his words while I regained my breath, "Fair point," I said at length, "It was rather good, wasn't it?"

"Perfect."

"I wish," I turned and took him into my arms, "But I'll get better, I promise."

"I'll sure try!" He kissed me then, no hesitation, no fear, "Mm... I think I have a lot to learn yet. I'm still too fast."

"Well, there's plenty of time, and as for too fast, I think maybe I need fast just yet. You'll gain control with time."

"Plenty of time for my cock in your, what was it? Oh yes, in your cunt, ma."

I laughed, "You're not going to offend me, Matty. Now that you have become a genuine mother-fucker, mere words won't scratch me."

He ran his fingers down my back, a playful raking, "That's something we didn't mention earlier. A little pain..."

I swatted his rump, "The only little pain around here is you. Or roughly translated, that's a 'no thank you'."

"I thought you said '50 Shades' gave you some ideas in that direction?"

"What I actually said was that it was the biggest pile of crap I'd ever read ten pages of. I said the review on the website of whatever magazine it was made me think of blindfolds and furry handcuffs, and that pain was not an option. I'm amazed you remembered it even if you got it a bit wrong." 

He laughed softly, "It was a couple of years back and I'd never heard you really talk about any sexual stuff before then. It was hard to forget."

"Oh yes," I giggled, "I seem to remember you getting all red-faced and when you left the room you were definitely limping..."

"Ha, ha, ma. Gee thanks. Anyway, that was then and this is now. You still think the handcuffs might be fun?"

I leaned back so I could look up into his eyes. I already knew this whole thing could work two ways and I reckoned that I owed myself a little indulgence, "Yeah, why not? Let's add it to the list. You ever thought of that sort of thing before then?"

He kissed my forehead, "Not really but I guess I'm starting to learn already. This is a two-way thing right? And as shitty sweet as it sounds, I love you and want to please you as well as getting the pleasure myself."

"Shitty sweet? I'm not going to ask, much less mention that sort of fetish, but don't you worry too much about my pleasure. I'm getting plenty of that from your hard cock Matty."

"It's all yours now."

I giggled, "I had noticed - and before you get any harder," He was stiffening already, "This mummy is getting seriously sore down there, so it really is break time for a while." I was quick to intercept his nascent complaint, "That's hours, not days! So in the meantime perhaps we can get the shopping done."

"What will you wear?"

I gave him a mock dirty look, "Don't be getting any naughty ideas around these parts," I warned, a tad more than half-seriously, "I will be in a nice dress that keeps everything covered. Mind you," I added, "You'd better wear some nice loose shorts in case a button pops open on my garment of choice."

I dodged back then as he groaned and demonstrated just how loose his shorts would need to be. I eyed his hard-again cock and didn't know whether to laugh in delight or cry out in fear. There was becoming a very real chance that he'd fuck me into an early grave.

Things, I thought, couldn't get any better, surely?

Little did I know anything... You all seem to want to know more, so maybe I'll sit down and tell you some what happened in the next little while.



A Mother's Pride Ch. 03



Everything seemed so different that first day, like someone had shuffled all the fuses in my brain. They still all worked, but now the patterns of my thoughts were very, very different. Like the native American Indians, I seemed to have lost a thousand reservations, but unlike them I had gained a million new lands. I could look at the world now and see endless opportunities for all the weird and wild things that I had only ever dreamed about before, and I could see countless ways that I could help shape my sons life. Roughly translated, I was suddenly seeing a thousand ways we could have sex together.

Our first night had been an eye-opening (and leg-opening) delight, and the new day had started in just the same way. I couldn't deny that I wasn't surprised when the transition from a normal mother and son relationship to this new taboo fuck-fest partnership had proved to be more than just a physical thing, but the depth of emotion - okay, love - we seemed to feel for each other was breath-taking.

That first full day had already seen us copulate twice despite the soreness evident in my under-utilised pussy, and there could easily have been a third, fourth and who knows how many more fucks if the soreness really hadn't become almost insistent.

In any case, we needed to replenish the contents of the fridge - especially as we both seemed to be developing an appetite that was spurred on by the sexual desires we were both experiencing - so we'd set off for a supermarket run, and somehow managed to keep our hands off each other long enough to fill one shopping trolley. Result.

Matthew was impeccably behaved, even when I asked him to help me carry all the bags inside when we got home, and even more wonderfully helpful when he didn't hesitate to help me store all of the purchases away in the fridge and the larder. I nearly wrote a letter to the Queen asking her to award him her highest medal of honour when he didn't even complain - too much - when I refused his advances that evening. At least, he didn't after I explained how his lovely hard cock had turned my already sensitive pussy into something that felt as if it had been skinned, grated and then dipped in salt.

I must admit that any complaints he might have had soon disappeared when the desire - the need - to keep my new lover satisfied got too much for me to resist, and I broke a fervent kiss in the living room when I dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts down.

"So," I asked, grasping his hard cock, "Have you ever had this lovely, smooth sword kissed and sucked?"

"Oh, ma, no, never. You mean you'll-" 

I interrupted him by flicking my tongue across the tip of his erect cock, the taste of pre-cum already present, "You're going to have to get used to it," I grinned up at him, "if we're going to stay lovers for a couple of months."

His brow wrinkled, "I don't understand."

I couldn't resist but open my mouth wider, taking the head of his member into its warm depths for a few seconds before saying, "You have a lot to learn, but don't fret. I love being your teacher, and the lesson here is that some days, even when I'm not as sore as I am now, we won't be able to have full-on sex because I'll be menstruating, got it?" I took the head of his cock back into my mouth, looking up at him to see his reaction. Even if he was suddenly squeamish it didn't reduce his hardness any, and his hips began to sway backwards and forwards.

"Oh... fuck that's good, ma... you're talking about your... period?"

I nodded and started to swirl my tongue around his shaft.

"I wouldn't care," he was already gasping, but I sensed there was a control building within him now and I didn't ease off.

I paused, but didn't feel like releasing him even for as long as it took to answer, talking instead around his cock I said, "I would for a couple of days. But we can do this instead."

"I can't believe I'm in your mouth, ma. I love it so much."

"Is this perfect for you, Matty," I managed, barely pausing this time, "Perfect with your hard cock in my mouth?"

"Oh, yes! I love it, I love it!"

My free hand pulled apart the top of my dress, my bra-less breasts exposed then, displayed for my son's pleasure, "Hold my head and fuck my mouth all you want."

Both is his hands tangled in my hair then and his movements become more pronounced, the depth of his thrusts intensifying even as he started to pause with each near-withdrawal so that he could stare down at my tits. "Gorgeous Bristols," he managed.

I lost the pattern of my rhythm as I snorted a laugh, pausing then to pull my head back for a moment "Bristols?"

"Bristol Cities," he was remarkably relaxed still, "Rhyming slang."

"Oh you mean titties?"

"Yeah but please starting sucking me off again."

I licked the tip of his cock, making him moan, "You should be more polite if you're gonna use slang like that."

"Like how? But please suck me, ma please!"

"Bristol and West - chest - that's much more polite. Still rhymes." I opened wide again and he almost choked me as he rammed forward.

"Yes!" He started to fuck my mouth again, his grip now firmer in my hair, "That'd still be Bristols and... fuck, yes... and your Bristols, your tits are perfect!"

I cupped his heavy balls then and started to really work my head backwards and forwards, not quite deep-throating him but feeling him in the very back of my mouth each time he thrust and my head bobbed forward.

Matthew was panting heavily, his excitement evident in every one of those ramming moves, and his fingers were rhythmically tightening and twisting in my hair. His heightened - and ever heightening - level of arousal was contagious and although I felt a deep need to explore the wetness that was now pulsing deep within my womanhood, the soreness kept my hands working my boy's cock as I sucked and licked and kissed it. Instead I found myself tightening and releasing my pelvic muscles, rocking my own hips as I knelt there with my son's hips positively vibrating with every thrust.

As seconds of sucking and licking became minutes, our mutual arousal continued to rise and became somehow, more of a single, shared, entity. I love to suck cock sometimes and I know it's often appreciated far more than the act would normally be - I'm really, genuinely, good at it, in other words - so when Matthew kept the act going for so long I knew that this was more a case of his control already becoming greater than anything to do with his lack of real enjoyment. He was prolonging his pleasure and at the same time, driving both of us towards the stars.

I licked the entire length of his rigid cock, sucking hard and then softly, took more and more of its length into my mouth, encouraged his pulling at my hair and head with grunts and moans of fervent approval. Our mutual delight became something that was almost frantic, the entire thing being a face-fuck of epic proportions. My boy's pubic hairs were grinding into my jaw with every thrust and each time the head of that hot, hard cock pressed against the back of my throat, my pussy, sore or not, pulsed with orgasmic delight.

My ears were ringing by then, but I heard Matthew start to moan 'oh, ma!' over and over. His movements started to become jerky, ragged, and yet faster and harder. His hands were now entangled in my hair and pulling my head hard onto his cock as he pounded it as hard as he could into my eager mouth. I would have objected to that at any time in my past but now it was just perfect, just right, and when I realised that he was on the verge of erupting into my throat, I grabbed his butt cheeks, determined not to let a single drop out of my mouth.

And then it happened. Matthew thrust as hard as he'd ever done before, wailing 'yes!' at the top of his voice. His cum exploded from his cock, spurting hard and straight down my throat, and I sucked greedily, welcoming it, eager for it, drinking it. He pulsed again and gave another push just as I started a climax of my own, and I felt the head of his glorious member penetrate even further. I didn't, couldn't - never wanted to - stop it, and even as he cum in his mother's mouth for the first time, I experienced a first of my own, deep-throating for real.

Somehow, some way, I didn't choke or gag, and continued to suck every last drop of his cum down into my belly, holding him tight to my face.

He had stopped thrusting and was virtually vibrating each time he spurted more and more of his juices into my throat. His fingers were close to pulling my hair out of my head at first but relaxed when the eruptions of his jets of thick, sweet cum finally slowed. Then there were the last couple of drops and I felt his member softening before it slipped from my mouth, Matthew falling back onto his butt in front of me, a look of something close to shocked wonder plastered to his red, sweaty face.

The only noise at first was the heavy panting for breath from both of us, mine being louder and probably - and understandably - a little more desperate. After a couple of attempts I finally managed to find my voice.

"Reckon you might get to enjoy that if we can't actually fuck?"

He managed a laugh that was somewhere between dazed and delighted, "Might do." 

From somewhere he summoned the energy to roll over onto his knees and crawl over to me, his arm shakily pulling me into a rough embrace. He kissed the top of my head, one hand brushing my hair straighter, the other squeezing me against his chest. I felt less like his mother and far more like his lover on one level, and yet the sensation of the side of his chest against a bared breast held a glorious feeling of wrongness. Despite my very recent climax, I felt charged with lust and desire. I tilted my head back and sought his lips, opening myself to my boy as much as my mouth.

He accepted the offer of that kiss with an eagerness that was mixed with a soft sensuality and the result was the joining of mouths in a manner that only deeply sensual partners ever achieve. His hand trailed down from my tangled hair to gently cup a breast, my nipple rigid in his palm, and my own hands encircled his shoulders, my mind shocked for maybe the first time as I realised he was now full and truly my lover as much as he was my son, my flesh and blood.

We stayed that way for long minutes, softly kissing and caressing each other, marvelling at the looks of love in each other's eyes, this new world revealing itself to us. 

Then the phone rang.

From somewhere we both managed to find an affronted laugh and I shuffled over to the coffee table to grab the handset, pulling my top closed for no good reason given that the landline didn't come complete with video link. When I picked the receiver up and heard the voice at the other end I was oddly grateful I had restored my modesty, regardless of the fact that the caller couldn't see me.

"Mimi!" I said, as much for Matthew's benefit as in greeting.

"Do you still have to call me that? Hello baby sis."

"Yes I do," I said with a wry smile. I'd called my sister 'Mimi' ever since I was a pre-teen and it had nothing to do with the fact that, back then, I had trouble with her proper name - Maisie - but more to do with the fact that my older sister was a selfish bitch from a very early age. She heard 'Mimi' but I had re-christened her 'Me-me'. "And hello to you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"Oh, stop being so formal!"

If only she knew, I thought, "Okay then, how's tricks and what do you want?"

"I'm just calling to say I'll be in your area later this evening. I thought I might pop in and see you if you're around."

I switched to speaker-phone so Matthew could understand why I was rolling my eyes and grimacing. I loved my sister, of course, but she could be a real pain in the ego. "Well I guess we are..." I tried to ignore Matthew's frantic head-shakes.

"We? Oh right, of course. Matt's finished school hasn't he? I take it he's lurking about the place?"

"Lurking isn't quite the word I'd use," I told her, somehow managing to stifle a giggle - a process made immeasurably more difficult when I glanced at my son to see him holding his index finger and thumb of his left hand in a circle, the forefinger of his right hand slipping in and out of it.

"Lurking, loitering or laying in his bedroom wanking, it's all the same to me - it'll be nice to see both of you."

It gave me the opportunity I so desperately needed to splutter a laugh, "Oh, so you want to see him in his bedroom wanking then?"

"Darling, stop it!" Maisie's voice rose a couple of octaves, "You know full well that's not what I meant!"

It was time to get my own back on my son for nearly making me choke - with laughter, I mean, not his cock, earlier, "I seem to recall," I said, grinning broadly at my son's curious face, "That a couple of month ago you told me your nephew was starting to look hunky enough to give your pussy goosebumps?"

"I was drunk and well you know it!"

Matthew's jaw was in danger of hitting the carpet but I didn't feel like relenting. "Didn't you say something about wondering whether I could get you a nice candid photo of him in speedos so you'd have something to frig yourself silly over when you needed it?"

"Darling! It was the vodka making me stupid, and well you know it."

My son scuttled over beside me and pulled my top open, his brilliant red blush not stopping him from scowling at me even as his mouth descended to an exposed breast. I groaned but tried to make it sound like the attempt of a bad actress, "I'm sure you said something about wondering what it must feel like to have his mouth sucking at your tit."

My sister snorted, trying to cover her embarrassment with annoyance, "I said no such thing! Now stop that at once!"

Matthew shook his head a little - 'no chance' - and I let out another moan, hoping to god that the phone hadn't developed telepathic capabilities, "Why, Mimi, I can almost hear your blush."

"You always were a terrible rogue as a sister! Now tell me, will you be there all evening or not?"

I pushed Matthew's head away before things got even sillier, pressing the button that shut off the speaker-phone function, "Yes, we'll both be here and I'm sure we'd both love to see you." I ignored my son's stifled wail of anguish. "I know you're a busy woman but a few minutes of your time really would be much appreciated."

"Actually," Maisie said, "I am extremely busy at the moment and I was rather hoping for another favour."

"Seeing you isn't what I would call 'a favour', but what do you mean by 'another' one?"

"Well, I need to see a client over your way first thing tomorrow..."

I nodded, understanding her only too well, "So in other words, you have to be close by in the morning and thought you'd ask your little sister if you could see her and then ask to stop over so you got a free room as well. Two birds with one stone?"

"No! Darling, you know I'm not that grasping and manipulative!" 

She was and always had been, but I ignored both her protest and my son's ever-more frantic headshakes. I even ignored my own wails of disappointment - but there again, I needed a little time to recover from my insipient soreness, "So you don't want me to put you up for the night?"

"Actually, that might be a good idea..."

"For you, certainly," I said.

"Oh, darling, please don't be like that. I might admit that it was the business appointment that prompted me to call you, but only because it provided a great opportunity for me to come by and see you."

I snorted a laugh, "Next you'll be telling me that Santa Claus isn't real."

Maisie's voice became rather arch, "Coming from you, that's rich. If we're busy with the naughtier memory lane stuff, might I remind you that you know full damned well that Santa isn't real because it was you who made me help her get a good look at 'Santa's sack' one evening when daddy was drunk!"

I can't begin to tell you just how glad I was that I'd shut off the speaker phone, "Mimi!"

"Fair's fair, little sis. We all have our naughty indiscretions from time to time, so let's put an end to it, shall we? I won't mention you spying on daddy's baubles - well, balls - if we can leave Matthew's development out of the equation. Deal?"

I privately vowed to regain the upper hand, but for now it was a case of, "Deal."

"So then, may I stay over?"

Matthew chose that moment to cup one of my breasts, thereby starting me on a newly wicked train of thought, "It'll be a pleasure, Mimi. You can stay in Matthew's room." He looked up at me quizzically, "He's got a load of camping gear already stashed in my room and he can sleep on my floor in a sleeping bag for one night. It won't hurt him." A slow smile spread over his face.

"Oh right. For a second there I thought you were still playing silly games!"

"Not at all, Mimi, I promise." I gave Matthew a smile born of pure naughtiness, "Why? Were you hoping I'd suggest you share with my hunky son?"

"Stop that right now!"

"Oh, sorry, Mimi, I didn't mean to get you all hot and bothered..."

She sighed dramatically, "You might be my sister, but you're nothing like me, are you? You're incorrigible and decidedly naughty! Matthew's hunkiness has no effect on me whatsoever when I'm stone-cold sober."

"Shall I put the vodka in the fridge?"

"Darling! Stop it right now!"

I laughed loudly, a fake moan turning all too real when my son's mouth connected again with a hard nipple, "I really should, I guess."

"Quite right," she told me, missing my point entirely, unlike Matthew who was now sucking hungrily at one of my points. It was distracting in the extreme, "Just make sure," I told Maisie with the tiny part of my brain that was still functioning normally, "that you bring some nightwear. We wouldn't want little hunky, here, to see you padding around in your undies, would we?" I tried to ignore his nod.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll be on my best behaviour."

"Your call," I said, without thought, "I have a feeling that his teenage lusts might stretch to spying on his aunt even if she's nowhere near as cute as her little sister."

"I have a feeling," Maisie said, "That my choice of nightwear might be a tad compromised now. You really are a naughty little sister, aren't you?"

"Sucking right," I muttered, "I mean, fucking right." I had to push Matthew away when he started to pull at the rest of my dress. Things were getting out of hand. Or rather, into hand.

"Language, darling. Anyway, if I'm going to get over to you I'd better get the car loaded."

"Yeah," I managed, my feet now planted on my son's chest as he tried to push closer, "You get yourself over here real soon. It'll be fun, I promise."

I clicked the phone off before my sister could reply, and turned my attention to Matthew, "You, mister, are a pain at times!"

"It's not my fault you're gorgeous. What did aunt Maisie want? Is she coming over?"

I curled my legs under me and pulled Matthew into a tight hug, "Thank you, and she wants to stay the night."

"Shit. I was hoping-"

I shut him up with a kiss and then leant back. "I thought you rather fancied your aunt?"

"No!" He paused and gave a surprisingly adult chuckle, "Well, I guess she's cute enough, but you're the sister with the fantastic looks."

"If you're trying to smarm your way into my knickers again, there's no need to keep trying - you'll be welcome just as soon as I can walk without limping. But thanks anyway. And hey, you never know with Mimi. Perhaps she'll flash some flesh in your direction."

He shrugged, "I won't even dare upset you my looking if she does. And it sounds like I'll be sleeping on your bedroom floor anyway."

"For a start, I wouldn't care," to my surprise that was true, "And you're not going to be on the floor, I promise. I have a big, fluffy bed and you, my new lover, are going to be cuddled right up next to me in it."




A Mother's Pride Ch. 03



"What about Aunt Maisie?"

"She, my lovely little man, is not going to be invited." I ruffled his hair.

"Oh, ma! Not the hair thing, huh?"

I laughed, "You used to love that when you were a little boy."

"Well I'm not so little now, am I?"

To prove his point, I guess, he cupped one of my breasts, tweaking the nipple gently. I shivered, "No, I guess you're not. Quite grown up, actually. But," I sighed, pushing his hand away, "for the moment I am far too sore to start playing again. And besides, Mimi will be here in less than an hour and I, for one, need to take another soak and relax a bit before she comes a knocking." I looked down at him and laughed, "And you, my lovely son, had better get cleaned up and covered up before she arrives."

He grinned, "It sounded like you and Aunt Maisie have been having some naughty chats about me. Perhaps I'll put my speedos on."

"I'd love to see her face if you opened the door to her in those!"

He sat back and stared at me, a quizzical look settling over his features, "I wouldn't, honest, but aren't you... I don't know... jealous at that idea?"

That made me think because jealousy had never entered my head, "That's a real good question, Matt." I thought a little more but answered quickly anyway, before my mind was content that it knew what I was going to say, "I'm really not, you know? Sure I want you all to myself now but... well, not all of the time, I guess. I mean I know you're a young man with a whole world of opportunities available to you and I still mean what I said about you going off to uni and a whole new life, but until then... well, until then we have a lot of time to play and enjoy each other." I drew him into another hug, "Maybe... maybe because of all of that I'm just focused on your fun because I have the strongest feeling that the more fun you have, the more fun we'll have together."

"I only want to have fun with you, ma."

"That's lovely, Matt, but I'm serious. I know Mimi is a terrible flirt and I know you're still just about in your teens and very male. Very male," I repeated grimacing as I brushed the front of my panties, "So it'd be natural for you to look at her that way."

"She does like to flash her bra and she always wears really short skirts I guess."

I laughed, "At most, yes." A thought struck me, "You know, Matty, me and your aunt are always arguing and stuff - always been a bit very competitive with each other - so maybe..." My mind was not being given a chance to think too much, "Maybe you should play up to her if she tries teasing you. Give her a taste of reality when she flirts. Let her know for sure that her behaviour is a dangerous tease at times."

Matthew sat back and looked hard at me, "You serious?"

"Wouldn't you enjoy that?"

"No... I mean maybe. If you were in on it and on one condition,"

"What might that be?"

My son nodded to himself, "You have to stay right by my side all the time."

"Mentally I will be, and physically not too far, I promise." I held up a hand to stay his protest, "There's a chance she wouldn't do anything too much if I was in the room with you both."

"For real? I mean, just what did she say about me when you and her decided I was an okay topic?"

It was my turn to sit back and nod, "You're growing up super-fast, aren't you? All we said, seriously, is that you're becoming quite the hunk, but yes, she did admit that she finds you rather attractive that way. She didn't really say much about thinking of you when she masturbates, but she really did say something about wishing she wasn't related to you sometimes."

"Wow. Related. Like you and me..."

I snorted a laugh, "I guess that has rather changed the game, hasn't it?"

"Thankfully!"

I made my own agreement as obvious as my tender body would allow and then chased Matthew out of the room to go and get ready for his aunt's arrival. After making sure that there were no suspicious splashes on the carpet or any of the furniture I made my own way to my bathroom and was soon immersed in more bubbles. My thoughts were skittering about my mind, which had evidently decided to leave me be, conscience-wise, and I couldn't help but wonder why I really wasn't feeling in the least bit jealous about my sister and her sometimes nefarious thoughts about her nephew.

The obvious answer - that, given what Matthew and I had got up to, there was no excuse for me objecting to the comparatively very mild things that Maisie had spoken of before - simply held no ring of truth about it. I had the strongest suspicion, for a start, that it didn't matter that she was my sister, and that my suggestion that Matt responded to her teasing - if he chose to do so - was not really anything to do with our long-standing sibling rivalries.

That my son might respond in any way to the teasing of a much older woman was fun in its own right. So was the fact that Matt might well enjoy the play-acting. I found myself wanting that, desiring that he be made happy. And oddly, very oddly, sure that it would be me who received the ultimate benefits.

I might have been a single mother as I lay there in the soapy water that evening, but that didn't mean I hadn't had my share of loving relationships. None for a while, that was true, but they had come and gone in the past on a not irregular basis, my son notwithstanding. And not once, not one single time, would I ever have been content with the thought of being happy if one of those guys had ever spent any length of time admiring another woman in any way. And yet there I was almost asking my son and lover to be happy when a pretty enough - ok, sibling rivalries aside, an attractive - woman threatened to be the teasing target for him.

Perhaps it was some sort of sub-conscious indication that I knew that what we were doing - what my very own son and I were doing - was nothing more than a temporary game, a little fun in the hot summer months. But something nagged at me, telling me softly that this wasn't the case. This was no self-confessional cop out, because I genuinely wanted my lover to be happy in any way it took. I maybe should have been slightly annoyed with myself for even feeling that way - but I wasn't in the slightest. I didn't know about Matthew, but I was looking forward to this.

I finished my bath much quicker than I had planned, drying myself off swiftly but inefficiently, pulling on a fresh pair of almost-not-there knicks and a summery dress so skimpy that a badly judged sneeze might see it slip down my arms. A squirt of my favourite fragrance and I was ready.

As I emerged from my room Matthew was coming out of his. He had switched into plain white shorts and a matching short-sleeved shirt, both a size too small and hugging his new muscles. His hair was still damp from the shower he must have taken and his smile was nervous but genuine.

His eyes lit up when he saw me, "Wow, ma, hot."

I laughed and pirouetted, the hem of the lightweight dress flaring high on my thighs, "Thank you, angel."

He closed the gap between us and didn't hesitate to slide his hands down the skirt of the dress to its hem, then straight up again this time against the flesh of my thighs, "I mean really, really hot."

"I'm glad you approve," I pushed his hands down and away, "But right now we need to make sure we're ready for Mimi. Sure you're ready to face her?"

He shrugged, "I'd rather face whatever's under that little dress, but I guess I am."

"Very good answer."

"Er, ma, I know we can't tell her anything about us... being together..."

"Fucking each other's brains out, no."

He didn't even blush this time, "Yeah. Fucking like rabbits. I know we can't say anything but..."

"But," I finished for him, "if our behaviour makes her raise her eyebrows in suspicion, so be it."

"Seriously?"

I hugged him for a moment, "Matty, I'm not sure I won't be able to keep my hands off you as it is, okay? Just remember, if she has her suspicions just don't confirm them for her. And if she comes on to you when my back's turned, well fine. Enjoy. Just makes sure you tell me every little detail when we're in my bed together, later. Deal?"

"Yes, ma, oh yes!" He laughed then, "But if you don't want her to walk in and find us fucking like those rabbits you'd better let go right now."

For a few agonising seconds our bodies remained entangled and I wondered, genuinely, whether maybe that would be- 

The doorbell rang, two loud blasts that had me starting so suddenly that my boobs really did almost jump out of the top of the skimpy dress. "Eek!"

Matthew laughed from where he had apparently jumped himself, the other side of the hallway, "Shit!"

"That's your aunt Maisie, one of nature's real shits," I nodded, "You'd better get the door though - I need to find my heart and make sure it's swallowed down again."

"And if she teases, I tease back, right?"

"Right. But what we have stays our secret."

"Got it," he turned and ran down the stairs just as the doorbell rang again. I took a couple of deep breaths and then followed his footsteps at an altogether more leisurely pace.

I found my sister already gabbling ninety-to-the-dozen as she set her overnight bag inside the door, her eyes never leaving my son's lovely body. She finally tore her eyes away from him when she realised I'd appeared. And those eyes widened as she broke into an even bigger smile than the one she'd already been wearing.

"Hey little sis! Nice frock you're nearly wearing there!"

"Hello Mimi. I'd say the same about your skirt but it might be a belt and I don't want to upset you."

She tossed her hair theatrically, "It's a Versace, if you must know."

"Versace skirt or Versace belt?"

She managed, "Skirt, silly sister. Now come here and give me a hug."

For all that I disliked many things about her, she was still my big sister and I couldn't refuse. We hugged and she kissed my neck before whispering "I can almost see your nips in that thing, little sis."

"And I know," I whispered back, "you've either got little white knicks on or you're going prematurely grey down there!"

She giggled softly into my ear, "Good job it's only family here then."

"Mimi, even you're not normally so daring! And as for it being just family, may I remind you that Matt's turned eighteen now and he likes the ladies - any ladies."

"Oh shush. He wouldn't have eyes for his auntie Maisie, would he now?"

"Bets?" I whispered.

My sister's hug strengthened for a moment, "He must love your choice of dress then!"

I squeezed her back, glad she couldn't see my face, "Mother's are different," I hissed, "but if you hang around him in that little skirt I guarantee he'll be hard in seconds."

"He might look but he won't be lusting after his auntie."

I let go of her then and let her see my slightly wicked smile, "Bets? Pick your bag up and put it on the chair then hug him like you just hugged me."

Her look was level but there was the briefest flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. Her voice stayed low long enough for her to shrug, "Okay, little sis."

We broke apart and I span to face the by-now curious Matthew. I walked past him biting my lip, trying not to laugh, "Your aunt's just getting something from her bag, then do us both a favour and take it up to your room, will you?"

"S-s-sure, ma."

I turned back to see what had kept his eyes glued to my sister, and just what had made my normally sure-tongued son stutter. I didn't know how Matthew felt, but I was more than a little surprised.

I'd expected Maisie to crouch by her bag and let her skirt ride up but she's obviously either really disbelieved me when I had spoken about Matt's eyes - or she was a damned sight naughtier than I'd ever given her credit for. She'd barely bent her knees at all before leaning forward from the waist and reaching down into the little holdall she'd brought with her. The Versace skirt had not just ridden up, but it was exposing at least half of the depth of her butt cheeks, the thin white strip of material between her legs clearly visible - and clearly clear. Maisie, I realised, either waxed or shaved very, very close. I could see that and so, I knew, could my Matthew.

I knew I didn't really need to check, but while my sister was still turned away from us, I took a step up behind Matthew and reached around to feel his hardness in the little white shorts. My voice barely shook as I managed to say to him, "Now go and give your auntie a big hug then take her bag up for her, okay?"

"Er, yeah, if you're sure, ma."

"Of course, angel," I squeezed his stiff cock through the cotton of his shorts, "Of course."

Maisie stood and turned as Matthew almost ran across the room to her. To give my sister some credit, she didn't even risk a glance down at his front, somehow maintaining her poise as just an ordinary aunt. She did spread her arms wide, though, and really - really - welcomed her nephew into her arms. Her eyes, locked onto mine over his shoulder, widened slightly as she must have felt his hardness press into her belly. She gave a shrug with her eyes - I guess you were right little sis - and I could see her struggling to either back off fast or maintain the clinch for just a little longer. I smiled broadly and mimed a hug.

My sister didn't need telling twice, gripping Matthew's shoulders and strengthening her hold on him, rocking from side to side as if they hadn't seen each other for years. When she bit at her lip, and went to cast her eyes away from mine I moved so that the eye contact was maintained, and mouthed 'told you so'.

I could see her normal reserved nature burning away and she stood back in his arms then and smiled up at him, "Well, well, it's good to see you too, Matty. I guess tradition says that about now I have to say 'my how you've grown', and I gotta say that seems appropriate."

He made to move back out of her arms, "Sorry-"

"Oh shush," she laughed, not nearly as embarrassed as I'd imagined, "You're a young man and I think your mum is right. This skirt is a bit on the short side."

"Um, I wasn't-"

"Getting an easy peek at my knickers?"

"Yes! I mean no. I mean... I mean I never saw anything!"

"Not even a little flash of blue?"

"Ah, see? They're white so no, I couldn't have could I... oh..."

I laughed at just the same moment as Maisie. She patted Matthew's arm, "Well I'm sorry if I embarrassed you not covering up properly."

I could see the blush on the back of my son's neck, but he was trying hard not to let his aunt get the better of him, "S-s-sorry I even tried to pretend I hadn't seen."

"I think it was pretty obvious you'd seen something you liked."

The way Matthew's back stiffened for a second, I could well imagine my sister pressing tighter against his hardness, "Er, yeah..."

"It's okay, Matty. But I guess you must be permanently hard around here these days. Your mum doesn't leave much to the imagination in those dresses does she?"

My mouth dropped open with that twist in the conversation. Somehow, my son beat me to a response, "Yeah, but she's my mum, isn't she?"

"I hate to admit it," Maisie laughed, "But she's always been the super-cute sister and she herself said you're a normal horny teen. If you get this hard over me, I can only imagine how rock solid you get seeing her almost falling out of her little dresses!"

"Mimi!"

She gave me a wicked smile over Matthew's shoulder, "Even I wouldn't blame you, Matty. My little sis is many horrid things at times, but like I say, she's a real looker. And before you try to protest too much, nephew of mine, I notice you haven't exactly softened up in horror at what I'm saying."

He was struggling, but tried a manful, "Well like you say, I'm still just about a teenager!"

"Yes," I jumped to his recue, "At least I don't show off ridiculously see-through knickers to my flesh and blood! He's probably still hard from seeing your pussy!"

Maisie feigned shock, still not releasing Matthew, "Oh dear. You couldn't see your auntie's most intimate part through her little knicks, could you?"

"Well..."

"Yes he could," I interrupted, stepping up and determined to pull him away from her evil grip, "And well you know it!"

Maisie ignored me and looked up at her nephew, maintaining her grip around his back, "So maybe I was aware. But honestly, Ben, when I saw your mum's tits almost spilling out of that dress I just knew you might like a little variety."

"Stop it, Maisie!"

She released her grip then, Matthew staggering back a step or two as my sister faced me squarely, "Oh do behave, little sis. I don't think a little flash of my knickers is nearly as naughty as you pretty much flashing these!"

Before I could so much as flinch, her hands rose to my shoulders and she yanked the tiny straps of my little dress downwards. I squealed and tried to cover my now-exposed breasts but Maisie's hands were still tangled in the dress at my sides.

"Oh, little sis! Time has been kind to your tits hasn't it?" She turned to the gawping Matthew, "Ever seen them quite so close up before?"

"Yes!" He said hotly - in more than one sense, "Now let her cover them up!"

"Yes, you bitch. Let me - ugh - cover up!" I was struggling to no avail.

"Are you going to stop moaning about my choice of skirt, then?"

"Yes! Okay, yes!"

My sister laughed then, no humour in her voice, "Very well, little one. Just so long as you remember who's the better sister." She released me and turned away, ready to pass her bag to her bemused and highly embarrassed nephew.

Rather than bother to cover up what my son had been sucking on before his aunt had arrived - and long before she'd even managed to pick up her holdall - I lunged at her back, knocking her forward onto the sofa. As she started to swear and struggle beneath me, I flipped her onto her back and grabbed at her panties, dragging them halfway down her thighs before she could kick me away from her, my right leg clamping over her thighs to hold her down.

"There you go Matty," I was starting to pant, "I thought I'd make it obvious for you since your dear aunt just wanted to tease you!"

"Matty!" Maisie wailed, "Look away!"

"Not a chance," he breathed.

Beneath me, my sister looked stunned, "You get off me, bitch, and you Matty, stop staring at your aunt's cunt!"

I shrieked a laugh, "Oh, you foul-mouthed slut! Boy have you said the wrong thing now!"

For all her disadvantage, my sister still tried to maintain what she thought was the upper hand, "Aw, does poor little Matty's ears get all embarrassed when someone gets crude about female gentalia?"

I laughed harder, "Oh, no, Mimi, quite the reverse!"

"Ma's right," Matthew managed, proving my point, "It just gets me so fucking hot for some reason."

"What? What did you say you foul-mouthed child?"

"Oh," I laughed, answering for him, "He loves it. It always gets him so horny."

"Ma's right," he agreed.

"And just how the FUCK do you know, sis?"

I laughed again, "How do you think, Mimi? Why do you think I haven't even bothered to hide my tits from Matty?"

My sister's jaw dropped open and her struggles stopped, "Are you saying... do you mean... is my cunt not the first one he's seen in this family?"

Matthew looked at me and I just shrugged. He turned to his aunt, "Did you say it was your 'cunt' again?"

"So what if I did? Just answer me!"

He shrugged at her, "The 'so what' is like ma said. It gets me way too horny for words." There was a string tie at the waistband of his shorts and he untied it, "And yes, aunt Maisie. Your cunt is not the first I've seen." He reached down and cupped her sex, "Not the first I've felt, either!"

Maisie made the most incredible noise then. I think it started out as a scream but there was an underlying moan that built and built, "Stop that right now! You just leave my cunt alone you dirty little bastard!"




A Mother's Pride Ch. 03



"Oh auntie, that is such a turn on for me! And you're... yes, you're wet!"

As Maisie wailed, I nodded, "Well she hasn't struggled to get up ever since you started fingering her snatch."

That got her wriggling to get free but Matthew just kept on groping at her and shrugged, "Sure you don't mind, ma? I just can't resist it when she says stuff like that."

"Of course not," I told him, honestly. I was getting rather warm to say the least, "You're a growing boy and you need your fun."

Matthew nodded and with his free hand pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang free and Maisie lay entirely still for a few seconds. 

Then she started to really struggle, "Oh fucking hell! Matty? Matthew! Keep that fucking great thing away from my cunt!"

He rolled his eyes and I reached over and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I turned back to my sister, thrashing beneath me, "You said 'cunt' again. We really weren't joking when we said that drives him mad with lust."

His hand went back to her wetness and she wailed louder, "Oh, ma, she's so tight here!"

I laughed, "Good for her." I reached out and yanked her blouse apart, buttons popping, "She's always said she has great tits as well. What do you think, Matty?"

He reached up and pulled her bra apart as she screamed, "Just you leave my tits alone!"

"Oh, ma, now she's talking about her tits as well as her cunt!" He reached down and cupped a large handful of her bared breasts, "Nice, but I prefer yours."

Maisie went frantic then and she bucked hard enough to throw me sideways. Before she could struggle upright, though, my son's hands pushed her back. "Sorry, auntie, but you've got me just way too hot."

She tried to buck him just as she'd bucked me, but Matthew was bigger - and he was a lot more determined right then. "Matty! Matthew! You get that dick of yours right away from my cunt!"

That had always been my sister's problem - she never listened. 

I grabbed hold of her nearest leg and pulled it towards me, spreading her. Matty needed no further encouragement from me and he bent lower, drawing a hard nipple into his mouth, making my sister arch her back and wail for release. He glanced at me then with frantic, eager eyes and I just nodded my free hand already pulling at my panties, eager to feel my heat and wetness, soreness forgotten.

My eyes were glued to my boy's hard cock as he lowered it in line with Maisie's hot pussy, its lips gleaming with wetness.

She really wailed then, screaming, "No! Don't you fucking dare!"

"I dare!"

He pushed and I watched as the purple, engorged head of his hard cock started to part my sister's labia. I pulled my dress over my head with my free hand, and started to finger myself, the speed starting fast and getting faster still as his cock's length slid into her inch by inch.

She wailed and screamed, crying for him to get his 'cock out of her cunt', even as he sighed 'yes!' - and then he started to fuck his aunt, his strokes positive and deep.

She was moaning louder and louder, her voice telling him to get out of her cunt, over and over until I realised I could let go completely. I sat back, my fingers a blur across my hardened clit, watching a my beautiful boy pumped his cock hard into my sister. He bowed his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth once more, the slurping and sucking nearly as loud as the noise his cock made in her soaking wet snatch.

Maisie's hands were tangled in the remnants of her blouse as she fought not to buck beneath him - but as much as she cried and wailed her complaints, I could see the climax building in her eyes.

I slid a hand between my boy's legs, cupping his balls, "Oh my baby boy," I moaned, "Does her cunt feel good around your cock? Is my sister a great fuck?"

"Fuck yeah," he gasped.

"Get off me!"

"Ignore her," I told him, "Fill her cunt with your cum like you do mine!"

His pistoning grew faster even as panic started to take my sister, "I want to, ma. I want to cum in aunt Maisie's lovely cunt!"

"Don't you fucking dare!" she screamed.

"Oh, Mimi," I managed, my own climax building, "I believe he loves dares almost as much as he loves fucking our cunts! Dare him not to cum in your cunt if you don't believe me."

She started to shake her head, "No!"

"Unless you tell me not to, I really will fill your cunt with my cum, auntie!"

Tears were pouring down her cheeks by then but I could see calculations still flickering across her eyes. "Don't!"

"Don't what, auntie?"

Even as she made a high-pitched keening noise, I knew she was losing an internal battle, "Don't... Matty... don't cum in me... don't you dare cum in my cunt!"

"Really, auntie? Really?" His pace was increasing.

"Yes... No... Just... oh fuck, Matty. Oh you bastard boy! Oh fucking hell!" Maisie started to buck underneath him, "Don't... fucking... cum... in... my... cunt!"

The last word was a scream which let my climax loose and I felt my son's balls seem to expand. "Give it to her," I hissed.

"Oh auntie!"

"Don't let it go! Don't soak my hot wet cunt with your buy cum!"

"Fuck! Yes!"

I felt the spurt and heard my sister wail so very loud. I looked into her eyes and saw fear. Then she started to climax herself. She didn't want to - didn't want to admit to her own arousal levels - but she had no choice. 

For all that Matthew's eruption deep inside her had been massive, he kept pumping away as she cried and yelled her way through a climax that was long and deafeningly loud.

After what seemed like minutes, my son gasped and fell forward onto my sister's still quivering body. Other than the heavy breaths we were all taking there as silence.

My sister broke the silence eventually. "Matthew?"

He raised his head, "Yes, auntie?"

She scrubbed a hand across her face, rubbing away her tears, "Take your penis out of my vagina. Now."

"You mean my co-"

"Just do it, now."

"Mimi... Maisie," I began.

"Shut up. Matthew is going to get off me now and I will go to my room. Tell me where it is and then leave me to go there. I'll be out of here in the morning before you get up and I don't - repeat don't - want to see either of you before then, okay?"

I tried to pat her arm, "Maisie, I think we should-"

"Just shut up and do what I said, okay?"

"But-"

Matthew had stood up by then and Maisie snapped her head around to stare into my eyes, "I always knew you were a fucking slut! Now just leave me alone!"

"Matty," I sighed, "Show your aunt where she's sleeping and then come back here, will you?"

"Don't you fucking dare even try!" Maisie snapped, "Just tell me which room I'm sleeping in."

"Top of the stairs, first door on the left," I sighed, "Look Maisie, can't we at least-"

"Shut up I said!" She stood then and stripped off the tattered remnants of her blouse and bra, freeing the tiny skirt to stand naked before us both. She shoved the clothing in her bag and then turned to Matthew. "Take a good look, you fucking perv. Perhaps it'll give you something decent to remember," she cast a dirty look my way, "when no other stupid bitch will let you fuck her."

We watched her stalk out with as much dignity as a naked woman with her nephew's cum running down her thighs possibly could.

Matthew sat heavily next to me, "Did I take things too far?"

I patted his shoulder, "No, angel. She's just trying to maintain an air of superiority. A bit of one-upmanship over her little sister."

"But she seems really mad."

"Like I say, it's an act," I was almost certain, "She sure as fuck cum hard enough."

"Well, yeah but what if she reports-"

"She won't!" I drew my son into a hug, "I know her pretty damned well after all this time, and trust me, she might 'forget' our birthdays next time they come round, but she'll be frigging herself silly remembering how her nephew fucked her brains out here tonight."

I really did know my sister pretty well, although what I didn't tell Matthew was that I was certain she wouldn't report anything because she simply wouldn't want anyone else to know anything, and because she'd just be too scared she'd admit that she actually enjoyed the whole thing, no matter how much she'd complained - and maybe, how much she'd rather it not happened.

As it happens, she did talk to me in the morning, mostly to threaten me with various forms of inventive death, but I was left watching the smoke from her car's tyres with the distinct feeling that she was far happier than she was making out. She'd even shown a vaguely maternal side to me - and about me - making sure I was taking all necessary precautions, and that I was aware that anything that was happening between my son and I was a purely temporary 'aberration'.

I knew I'd been right all along. 

Maybe, though, I should have listened to her clumsy warnings. I think I need to tell you a little more...



A Mother's Pride Ch. 04



It took a while for my Matthew to accept that his aunt's dark threats were both empty and meaningless. There was no way my sister would carry out any revenge on us, let alone make our actions public knowledge.

It was true enough, though, that I had gone against the agreement - that no one else would get to know of the sexual relationship that Matthew and I were now sharing - but even so, he came to agree that my sister, his aunt, was an exception. And in any case, whatever she had said couldn't hide the fact that she had enjoyed he own participation - okay, had enjoyed being fucked by her nephew - too much to risk any complaints outside of my four walls.

For his part, Matthew soon came to accept that things had taken their naturally unnatural path, and I eventually - genuinely - allowed him to make another notch in the leg of his bed. I was secretly highly delighted when I was allowed to view the mark he'd made. It was so much smaller than the giant gouge that was meant to represent me.

Once things had returned to our new version of 'normal' he spent every night in my bed - a rare treat for me almost as much as it was a first for my boy. And sex - well, let's just say that I was permanently rather sore. Matthew even started every morning for me by bringing me a coffee, a rose (and my morning-after pill during the first week) before I was even properly awake. I loved that, even though the coffee was often stone-cold by the time our early morning fun and games gave me time to sit up and drink it. I'm almost amazed that the roses didn't shed their petals given how long some of the fun and games lasted.

Deep down at the back of my admittedly dirty mind I was still aware that the relationship was a temporary affair, and that I was trying to help educate my son - even if my lifetime orgasm count was threatening to treble in just a couple of months. And so it was that 'education' became a theme, although for 'education' read 'wild experiments to see what really got us buzzing'.

I've already mentioned somewhere in my written ramblings that it had become clear that the genetics shared between Matthew and I seemed to provide a very strong link, and this was certainly true when it came to our preferences. Ever since I was a teenager, maybe even one younger than my boy is now, I have enjoyed teasing displays. Very daring clothing has always been one of the biggest thrills for me, so when it became clear that my son absolutely adored me being that daring - without any prompting from me, I might add - I was more than happy to play along.

Because of the nature of our agreement and the relationship in general, any such activity had to take place a long way from home where we would not risk anyone recognising us - and where I need never show my face again. And so it was that we began the third week of our fun and games at a hotel in a far-flung part of the country where we were to stay for three naughty nights. It was the first day of August when we arrived and the summer sun was, by British standards, unseasonably hot - which gave me the perfect excuse to wear as little as decency laws allowed. I started that way from the moment we checked in - Matthew looking very mature for his teenage years, and my dress cut low enough that the clerk behind the counter didn't even notice I might have been a good few years older than 'Mr Smithson', my partner - and we were soon in our room getting ready for our first foray into the small hotel bar.

"Too much?" I asked Matty, modelling a tiny summer dress for him.

"I guess 'too little' would be a more appropriate question," he grinned "but the answer is 'no' either way. Just don't sneeze - you'll pop out of the top of that thing!"

I laughed, "You'd object to that?"

"Actually, no way, ma. I might even ask if they've got any spare pepper down there."

"You're a very naughty boy... but I adore you. Are you ready to go down?"

The new, mature, Matthew closed the gap between us and planted a very mature kiss on my lips, "As long as you are, ma. And as long as you really don't think this is too much. Or maybe that should be too little."

I pressed up against him, "Judging by a certain bulge, I reckon this particular experiment is already working for you - and Matty? Just as a bonus, I honestly love being this daring anyway."

That much was very true and I had really dressed for the occasion. The frock was extremely short, its hem no more than an inch or two below my very brief, silky panties. It's neckline was probably even more daring, plunging into a 'v' that ended just below my bra-less breasts, the loose material just covering two very erect, very tingly nipples. My son's comment about sneezing was not far from the truth. To complete the outfit I wore a pair of sandals with three inch heels - enough to make me just an inch shorter than my 'companion' and which gently stressed my thighs into a smooth muscular shape that appealed to me almost as much as my sex-mad son.

"Do we have to go down yet, ma, or can we spend a few minutes here first?"

I snorted a very un-ladylike giggle, "Matthew! We've only just got out of the damned bed. And anyway, I want you gagging for my bod by the time we get back here so a little teasing time is only right." I paused and gave him my dirtiest smile, "Or don't you want guys looking at me this way down there now?"

"Oh god yes!"

"So," I trailed a hand down his cheek, "You want to be seen as the guy who is lucky enough to get to know what the other few inches under this dress look like... naked?"

"Oh yes."

"You want them all to know that you're the one that's going to be bringing me back to your room and... fucking my brains out?"

"Ma! Yes, okay? At this rate I'll be cumming in my shorts before we even get back here!" He cupped my butt cheeks, "Maybe even before we leave here!"

I slipped back out of his grasp with another giggle, "Good! Let's get down there then." I turned and virtually ran out of the door before he could change my mind.

Even with the journey under way, my son was clearly torn between wanting to go through with the daring little show and wanting to get me back into the hotel bed. For my part, I reckoned that the sooner we got playing our games - educating him, of course - the better. The summer was going to be short enough as it was - and my period was due before the week was out - so the more fun and games we could pack in, the better. And besides, it had been a long time since I'd had the chance to be that daring and quite frankly, I was looking forward to letting my inner slut have free rein for a few hours. 

All of which did not stop Matthew from running his finger deliciously over my nipples (and under my dress) in the lift. At least I could blame my blush on the heat when we finally stepped into the bar.

He took my hand in a vice-like grip as we walked up to the counter, displaying the nervousness he must have been feeling, but was still capable of asking a suddenly very attentive bar-tender for two glasses of white wine. He asked for 'something a little dry, cold to the point of near-solidity' - words that I had taught him so that he would appear older than his years, and which proved totally pointless since the barman's whole attention was focused on the front of my dress.

I should point out that I hadn't, before that summer, allowed Matthew anything more than the occasional bottle of lager, but since we had been together as a sexual couple, the rule had been relaxed a little - although he was never allowed enough to threaten a loss of performance.

The drinks finally arrived - mine delivered in a very 'James Bond' manner since the barman's hands were shaking slightly and only stirring my inner thrills - and I indicated two of the high stools that lined the front of the counter. "Shall we?"

Matthew's eyes almost popped out of his head when he considered the height of the seats and the length of my dress. "Er... yes... if you're sure?"

"Oh, I am," I said, "After all, if we're going to enjoy ourselves, surely that would be a great start, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, m... Maisie."

I laughed, pleased that he'd remembered to use an alias rather than his usual 'ma'. The name 'Maisie' had been chosen out of sheer naughtiness - being both easy to remember for my son, and very reminiscent of an earlier naughty evening. It was too much for me to hope that it might somehow end up associated with my sister, but you never knew. "Well, thank you, Michael. Will you help me up there?"

He led me the few feet to the barstool and held out a hand for me to use as support as I took my place, the dress riding so high that he was in no doubt that I had chosen the very thin, silky white knicks that I knew he loved. With his body between me and the rest of the bar - there were already six other guests sipping at pre-dinner drinks - he made no pretence in hiding his approval.

"You're looking fantastic, Maisie."

"Why, thank you, lover."

He rolled his eyes and looked higher at last. He'd been about to sip at his drink but almost choked, "And... and the... I mean..."

I looked down to where his eyes were now fixed on my neckline. Or more to the point, where the top of the dress hung a little away from my breasts. I could clearly see my nipples. "Is it me, or is it very hot in here?" I managed.

Matthew had recovered a tiny bit of poise, "Bare hot... way hot, I mean."

I laughed, my belly turning joyous cartwheels, "At least the wine's nice and cold. Do you think we can have another soon?"

My son's eyes flicked between me, sitting sideways on to the bar, and the barman who was hovering a few metres further down the bar. I could see Matthew calculating the view that the barman would be treated to and he nodded fast, "I reckon that'd be perfect."

"Are you sure, Michael? It won't be... too much? Wine, I mean."

He stepped forward then and kissed my cheek, whispering 'I love it. Love you.' Before stepping back and louder, saying, "I think we've earned a little relaxation, Maisie. It's just fine by me."

"Good," I lifted my glass and drained it in one long swallow. My own nervousness was disappearing faster than the wine, and something about the fairly obvious bulge in my son's tailored shorts was only encouraging my inner slut, "Shall I order, this time?"

He nodded, clearly unable to speak, and I motioned for the barman to come closer.

I won't deny it. I knew that there wasn't 'an outside chance' that the guy behind the ramp would see more than maybe he should. I knew it was a certainty that, from his angle, he would be able to see very clearly down the front of the dress - knew that he would see a very hard nipple. But I didn't - didn't want to - hesitate. Whatever you think about this mum in slut's clothing, though, know this: I had never before so brazenly flashed my body at any man, ever. When the guy's eyes trailed down to my aching nipple I felt my panties start to darken with my juices.

"Two more please... Peter," I read his name tag, "If that's okay?"

He nodded, barely hearing me, "Yeah. It's fine. Perfect." He grabbed at the glass, securing it at the second attempt, and dashed back to the wine bottles.

I made a show of turning back to my gawping son, "Finish your drink before Peter gets back with mine," I smiled, "And I take it you approve?"

He nodded almost frantically, slurping down the wine and managing to put the glass on the bar just beside me.

I laughed then, finally and fully relaxed, "This feels very nice... I mean nice in here," I added for the barman's benefit as he returned with my glass.

"Yeah... Maisie. It's perfect."

Peter took my son's glass, his eyes roving over my slightly visible breast the whole time, "Just what I was saying," he muttered.

"What could be better?" Matthew agreed, "Nice wine, great atmosphere. Lovely company."

"You can say that again, sir." The barman turned away, muttering something else which sounded a lot like 'lucky fucker'.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on Matthew's nose, "You are a lucky fucker, aren't you?"

"I should ask you to sit up again while I say 'yes' a hundred times," he managed. He lowered his voice, "Because if you stay leaning forward like that the barman-"

"Peter."

"Whatever. That lucky fuck is going to see your whole tit!"

"I thought you wanted some fun and games?" I smiled.

Matthew nodded, "It's perfect."

"So, you want me to stay like this?"

My son's eyes widened a little, "You will?"

I nodded slowly, a quick glance to my side showing me that Peter was having trouble uncorking the next bottle. Maybe his hands were shaking. "I'd like to. For you. For us."

"Perfect, perfect, perfect!"

I could see movement out of the corner of my eye and, unmoving myself, raised my voice, "You can kiss me, you know?"

Matthew grabbed my arm and pressed his lips hard to mine. He was holding me positioned forward and I just let him, the air flowing softly across my completely exposed breast. I pushed my tongue between his lips.

Beside us, Peter the barman eventually coughed to get our attention - none too quickly - and Matthew broke the kiss, although not his grip on my upper arm, "Oh, sorry. M... Maisie here was distracting me. Put it on our room tab, 1224, okay?"

"I can see what the distraction is," the guy muttered, before saying louder, "No problem, sir."

Matthew took a deep breath and moved the game up a notch, "Yes, well, Maisie is terribly distracting sometimes... Can you blame me?"

I pretended to be a little annoyed, "Michael!"

Peter was more direct, "Your... friend?"

"My partner."

"Yeah well, sir, your partner, I must admit if I may be so bold is delightfully distracting."

"Men!" I laughed softly, freeing myself from Matthew's grip and sitting back, "It's all very kind of you - both - but can't you ever say what you mean directly? If you are both enjoying a little show of flesh in this dress, then feel free to say it. I won't be offended." All of a sudden, I meant exactly that.

"I love the show that dress allows," Matthew managed.

It seemed to free Peter but he kept his voice low, "Sir is right, ma'am. That dress shows a lovely lot."

Heart beating fast I pretended that I didn't know exactly what they meant, "Does it show too much then?" I leaned forward, looking down, "Oh I say! Sorry guys!"

"No need to apologise to me, ma'am, you have lovely... a lovely figure for it."

"She does, doesn't she?" Matthew swallowed hard, "Maisie has the most spectacular figure."

I sat back again, laughing, unable to conjure an embarrassed blush but a little red-faced anyway, "I have a feeling you're both still trying to be polite about what this silly little dress was showing off!"

"Well I don't normally say as much, ma'am, but if you really don't mind me saying, I meant you have great breasts."

Matthew kissed my nose, "Yeah, my Maisie has fantastic breasts. And I don't care who knows!"

I swatted his arm playfully, "Michael! You naughty man."

My son shrugged, "It's true though. Fantastic tits!"

"That's more honest," I managed, "Even if it's an exaggeration."

Peter coughed, "That's no exaggeration, ma'am. You really do have great tits and that dress is perfect for them."

A glance down told me that Matthew was fully hard in his shorts, "Thank you for being so honest, Peter. I must admit I do like the way I look."

"Me too, Maisie, me too."

The barman quickly scanned the bar, then whispered, "Your guy's right and he's one lucky... man. Any... any chance you could give him another little kiss?"

I grinned, lost in lust, "You mean lean forward so that you get another view of my tits?"

"Yes, ma'am, I admit it."

I looked into Matthew's eyes, "Well?"

"Kiss me!"

It felt like the most daring thing I'd ever done. There was no pretence to hide behind that time. All three of us knew that if I kissed 'Michael' I would be deliberately displaying myself. Like I say, I was lost in lust. I leaned forward and kissed my boy hungrily.

I could almost feel the barman's eyes roving over my bared breast and could certainly feel Matthew's tongue intertwined with mine - coupled with the hunger that poured off him. It sent passion coursing along my veins and I could feel the dampness spread from my overheated pussy. When it got to the point of being almost too much, I broke this kiss and leaned back.

"Ma... Michael," I managed, "I think I need to go change."

"I'll help," he almost screamed.

"Shame," Peter sighed.

I slipped from the stool and grabbed my wine glass, draining it and handing it back to the shell-shocked barman with a grin, "More later, maybe!"

Matthew's now empty glass landed beside mine and he grabbed my hand before virtually running out of the room.

We were locked in a passionate embrace before our lift even arrived, and when it did we pretty much fell into the plush interior. We were still lip-locked when my son managed to find the button for the twelfth floor and he was sucking at my right nipple before we even got to the sixth.

"Did mummy do good?" I managed as the door pinged open on our corridor.

"You were perfect," he muttered around my nipple as we staggered along towards our room.

"I loved doing that for you, for us!"

He switched breasts, pulling the dress down to my waist.

"Oh my baby! Oh Matthew! What if someone comes?"

He broke away from suckling at me for a moment and his right hand snaked up my thigh, cupping my panties, "Feels like you're gonna be cumming real soon!"

"Inside the room before I lose it completely!" I hadn't planned on becoming that aroused, I swear.

Matthew's fingers squirmed against the wet material, "The room's at least ten metres away, ma, and right around the corner. Not sure I can wait that long!"

"We can't... oh fuck, Matty... we mustn't..."

He dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down to my ankles as he went. My back crashed into the wall as his mouth found my moist lips.

"Oh fuck, baby! Can't you wait?!"

He shook his head slowly from side to side and his tongue pressed through my soaking wet lips.

I know - I really know - I should have stopped him but you have to understand I was lost. I'd already bared my tit to a complete stranger - deliberately - and the game we were playing had been going on for so long... and I was just so excited. My breasts were bared now, my son was eating my soaking wet, hot pussy, drinking me down. I surrendered.

He knew me well enough by then. He could feel my compliance - and he was young and aroused.

Matthew sat back suddenly, his mouth leaving me, and he yanked my dress down. It fell to the floor and I lay back against the wall, completely exposed now, my hands pressing into the wallpaper. He paused long enough to drink in my nakedness, then dived back between my legs before I could start to beg him for it.

By then he knew what aroused me the most, but that day it could have been absolutely anything he did to me. His tongue was working overtime and small climaxes kept rippling through me, and I was shuddering through one such climax when the noise of a trolley approaching made me gasp, made my son sit back on his heels.

He whimpered when we realised it was coming from the direction we'd have to travel towards for our room and he looked up at me, aghast.

I knew then I was going to be seen out there. And I knew I didn't care anymore.

"You don't want to stop, do you?" I managed.

He shook his head.

"So don't!"

He didn't need a second offer, his teeth clattering against my pelvic bone as his tongue sought yje soft folds of my heat. I felt like such a glorious slut and that was without anyone knowing who Matthew really was.

I kept up a litany then 'suck my cunt, suck my cunt' and held my breath only when the trolley rounded the corner a few metres away. Matthew made to sit back but I grabbed his head, held him tight to my pussy.




A Mother's Pride Ch. 04



Two young women, Asians of some sort, stifled giggles as they slowed down passing us. I didn't cover my breasts, didn't tell my son to stop, just laid back against the wall grunting my pleasure and my instructions. "That's it baby, wedge that tongue in my hot wet cunt!"

Four Asian eyes were wide with happy shock and they stopped the trolley a few feet past us to stare back openly.

A much bigger climax hit me then and I squealed in such ecstasy. From nowhere my mind grabbed at the dirtiest idea.

"Fuck me!" 

Matthew's eyes met mine in shock and he glanced to where the two women were now standing just a few feet away. He looked back up at me. "I don't think I can wait any more before I do."

"Then don't, baby - fuck me here and now!"

He scrabbled at his shorts then and half rose as he pushed them down his legs. With my hands on his shoulders I shoved him back to his knees and followed him down, spreading my thighs either side of his engorged cock. I grabbed at it, my fingers finding it sticky with cum that he must have already spilled - but he was hard and ready then.

I risked a glance to my left where the two girls, now just a couple of feet away, were staring open-mouthed at my boy's hard cock in my hand. "Do you blame me?" I said to them.

I didn't wait for an answer, guiding Matthew's hardness against and then into my wet, hot snatch. I gasped at how thick and heavy he felt, moaned when I realised just what we were doing - and then wailed as one of the girls clapped excitedly. I pushed Matthew over and onto his back, following him never breaking the contact between us.

My boy's mouth found my naked tits now and as I started to pump away on top of him he sucked hard, letting his teeth nip my nips in the way that he knew drove me mad with lust.

My forearms were resting on his shoulders and I looked up then to see one of the girls now standing right behind my son. She was biting her lower lip so hard I thought she might draw blood and to let her know that this is what I really, truly wanted, I grabbed one of her hands.

"Oh honey," I gasped, "He fucks me so good!"

At my breast, Matthew glanced around and groaned in what I took to be delight when he saw the girls.

The second one grabbed at my other hand and they held my arms wide apart as they leaned over to look at where Matthew's hard cock was sliding remorselessly in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

"I don't know whether you can understand me," I gasped, "but I love his hard young cock in my cunt!"

"I unnerstan'," the first girl said quickly.

"Me unnerstab' too, mum!" the second added.

I looked at her, shocked. How could she know? Her next words explained it all.

"Sir and mum look so goodly fucketing!"

Sir and mum - it meant sir and madam. But some sort of genie had been released deep inside me, "You heard her, baby. You fuck your mum real hard now!"

I was already pistoning fast on his hard cock but now his hands went to my hips and he started to buck and thrust beneath me. I was lost in lust for real now.

I pulled at one of the girls' hands and placed it on the breast that my son wasn't sucking on, then pulled the other into his hair. I pushed Matthew back then until his shoulders met the carpet and wailed in delight as his length penetrated even deeper inside me.

I sat up and his lips left my breast, replaced immediately by a hand of a stranger. I wailed and looked down to see my son also moaning. "She's feeling my balls!"

I looked over my shoulder to see one of the girls cupping my boy and then back so see the other struggling with the buttons of her blouse. I almost laughed with joy nodding to her when she seemed to look up at me for permission.

Beneath me, Matthew was grunting hard, a regular tattoo, and when he saw the girl's blouse open wide above him he speeded up even more.

The girl looked almost fearful as she hesitated with her thick bra, but when I reached out and cupped her breast through the thick material she started making a weird high keening noise and pushed down hard until her breast sprang free.

It was almost solid flesh, and very pointed, my touch making the girl's keening noise sharper and higher in pitch. I told her to let my Matthew touch, and did she understand that.

Perhaps so or perhaps not, because she nodded then leant across his face so he could suck her bared nipple into his eager mouth.

I felt behind me to where the other girl was still cupping my boy's balls and then looked at her kneeling by our side. Her overall and skirt were pulled up her thighs and she was rubbing at the thick material of her panties where it covered her womanhood. I put my hand on hers there and she looked shocked to the core. When I started to press and probe her eyebrows shot up but she didn't stop me. I slipped two fingers behind the gusset where it met at the top of her thighs and tugged hard. Those eyes looked even more shocked and she shook her head once - but didn't stop me as I dress the material down her thighs.

I moved my hand back to her now exposed and very hairy pussy and she gasped then, starting to make the same high keening noise her friend was making as my boy sucked on her tit - her other tit I noticed.

The girl put her free hand on mine, "I like boy real but you fucketing my puss goodly. You naughty mum!"

"You my girl," I gasped, feeling very straight really, "Should feel my boy's tongue here!"

Her eyes grew so wide then I feared they'd pop out of her head. She shook her head harder now, but different race or not I could see she was intrigued.

I tapped the other girl on the shoulder, motioned for her to sit back. When Matthew's face was free I pulled the first girl forward.

She kept shaking her head, "Naughty sir mustn't eat my puss."

"Shouldn't but will, won't you Matty?"

"Yes, ma,"

"Good boy!

I could feel my climax starting to well inside me and I knew from Matthew's ever increasing pace beneath me that he was not far away either. Suddenly the situation was desperate and my movements became increasingly jerky and twitchy as I felt control melting away, felt time running out.

I pushed the young woman in the middle of her back towards my boy's face and arms. She stumbled forward on to her hands and knees and I grabbed at her panties, by now at her knees, and yanked them underneath her, down her legs and over her feet, one of her low-slung shoes spinning across the corridor behind us. "Oh, come on, angel, come on!" 

I used both of my hands now, scrambling at the hem of her overall and the dress beneath, pushing it higher and higher, her keening wail becoming more pronounced as her sex was exposed to my son. She kept interspersing her mewling with words I mostly couldn't understand, but for all her head shaking and the occasional 'no my puss', I just knew she was losing any resistance that she pretended to hold. When her colleague, breasts still pointing from over the top of her bra, clapped her hands and started to jabber away with wails of what seemed like joy, I knew that I was right.

The sudden certainty sent an even deeper shiver through my belly and I was completely certain of what I wanted - no, needed - to see before I finally let go. I grabbed at the girls shoulder and arm, trying to drag her across in front of me, trying to get her to straddle Matthew's face.

My boy's cock was ramming into me now, deeper than I had ever felt it before, every up-thrust timed to meet me grinding down, and I could tell he was just as close as me. The woman I was trying to manoeuvre wasn't fighting against me anymore, but she didn't seem to understand what I wanted, what I could feel my boy wanted. "Oh please, angel, please! Get on his mouth!"

Beside me, the pointy-titted one seemed to get the message and squealed what I took to be a series of giggles - and she reached out and grabbed her colleague's leg, lifting it and pulling back with a strength that belied her slight frame.

Then the other woman was in front of me facing away, kneeling right over Matthew's face. My hands went straight to her shoulders and I pushed down as pointy-tits shuffled closer to my son's head, her eyes wide with pure lust, her mouth jabbering and squealing something to her colleague. There was a moment's resistance from the woman in front of me and then she simply unlocked her knees and almost thumped down onto the eagerly waiting mouth.

She wailed and keened, louder than ever, and pointy-tits was nodding furiously, her own mewling magnified a hundred fold, one of her hands snaking under her skirt and starting to rub frantically.

From beneath the first woman's thighs - from beneath her hairy pussy - I heard my son start to moan so loud, and his bucking thrusts started to become stronger but more spasmodic.

"Oh my baby! Oh angel, oh Matty! Oh my... oh fuck oh baby oh YES!"

It felt as if every muscle from my neck down contracted simultaneously as the orgasm tore through me and I froze with Matthew's cock buried in my over-heated pussy. I managed to slip one hand behind me, cupping my boy's beautiful balls just as he wailed his release and his cum exploded inside me.

It was like a chain reaction. Inside me one climax detonated another and another. My ears felt instantly muffled and my vision swam. To my side, pointy-tits fell back against the wall, her uniform now pulled up to reveal her fingers blurring as they stroked her black-haired pussy and the nub of her very prominent clit. The mewling of the girl in front of me became a single piercing wine and she was virtually vibrating on Matthew's face - she was climaxing.

Beneath me, my son's cock almost withdrew from my snatch's vice-like grip, only to plunge back up and into me as he let loose another spurt of his juices, firing them against my cervix and deep within my innermost folds. I cried out again, grabbing at the girl in front of me to keep my balance, keep Matthew's cock inside me. To my side, pointy-tits could take no more and she moaned and mewled as she, too, vibrated through a clearly powerful orgasm.

The girl in front of me pitched forward and I faced my baby boy. He reached up to stop me falling, his hands closing on my exposed tits, and I felt another blast of his cum deep inside me.

"On my baby, oh my boy! Oh, so much of your gorgeous cum in my cunt!"

"I love you, ma, mum!"

A final blast of climax cramped the muscles of my belly and I fell forward then, unable to support my own weight even with the help of my son's hands, happy beyond words to feel my naked flesh tight against him.

All four of us were gasping and shell-shocked and none of us, I think, could so much as move for a minute or two. But then we had to.

It was little miss pointy-tits who realised someone was approaching along the adjacent corridor and she scrambled to her feet, pulling her uniform down over her exposed thighs and closing the front of it. She squeaked something to her colleague who jumped up with a level of fitness I had never achieved in my life, but then I looked around and saw my dress several feet away.

I knew I should be panicking and maybe, deep inside, I was - but I could feel how weak all my limbs were. I could feel how weak my brain was, come to that. There was no way I was going to get covered up in time.

A pile of sheets and blankets hit the middle of my back, and hands grabbed my legs, pulling them straight so I lay fully on top of my son, still buried inside me. The two foreign voices became louder, chattering away now in what sounded like an argument, but already, to my ears, I could hear the artifice behind those alien words.

The pile of drapery was quickly dragged completely over my son and I, and I felt the trolley they had been pushing tipped gently on top of it. The women, I realised, were staging an accident as cover for us and I breathed a sigh of relief, putting a shaky finger to my son's lips. He nodded and we tried to hold our breaths.

A minute passed and we heard footsteps pass by, a muted apology in broken English, and then silence.

"It worked, I think," I whispered.

Matthew nodded, "Probably just as well."

"Probably?"

He stifled a laugh, "Yeah, probably."

I was about to swat his arm when a hand snaked under the sheets and then lifted them free of us. Pointy-tits smiled sheepishly down at me and offered me my dress, "You need fast hiding."

I sat up, took the garment, and pulled it over my head. "Thank you, angel... what's your name?"

"I know these. Name of me is Mai."

I managed to stand, leaving Matthew to make himself respectable on the floor behind me, "Thank you then Mai. You can call me Maisie and this is my... friend, Michael. What's your friend's name?"

The other woman was staring at her feet, clearly embarrassed. Mai took a moment to process my words then said, "She name Hien. Meaning is quiet."

"Well she's certainly that now," I smiled, "Listen, I know your English isn't so great so maybe you won't understand half of this, but I really want to thank you for helping us. Helping us play and helping us hide."

She frowned for a few moments then nodded a little, "Is good. You and Mikey is super fun."

Matthew stood up next to me, "And so were you, Mai. So was Hien. You're both very pretty as well."

I took his hand "My s... my friend's right. You are - and both so kind to help us."

Mai looked from one of us to the other, "Is good. We no play fuckety normal times."

My son stepped toward Hien but Mai touched his arm shaking her head, "She super shy. No make her red face."

He nodded, understanding her, "Well you tell her she is... what is it? Oh yes, tell her she is super nice." He glanced at me, grinning, before turning back to Mai, "And I have to say you have lovely breasts."

"Please?"

He held his hands up to his chest in the universal gesture, "Lovely here."

"You is," Mai nodded.

I laughed as Matthew shook his head, "No, Mai, I mean your breasts are lovely."

"Please?"

I stepped forward and glanced left and right to make sure we were all still alone, then reached up to gently cup her, "He means your breasts are lovely, here."

She covered her mouth with a hand, giggling, "You two is super nice! Thank you mum."

The word gave me an involuntary shiver, no matter that I knew it was her way of saying 'ma'am'. The shiver intensified when Matthew added, "Yes, thank you, mum!"

I swatted his arm, "Shush you! I'm mind-fucked enough as it is." I turned back to Mai, "Look, that was super fun but we have to go now." I made a walking gesture with my fingers.

"You need go fuckety?"

"No!" I laughed when Matthew said 'Sounds good' and I swatted his arm again, "We have things to do that are not... fuckety."

Mai shrugged, "You and Mikey fuckety super good."

"Well, thank you, Mai. You sure helped just now."

"I good help?"

"Oh yes!"

Matthew stepped forward then and drew the suddenly surprised girl into a warm hug, "You were super, super good, Mai."

She giggled wildly, "I liked super!"

I grinned at her, "Do you work here every afternoon?"

Matthew freed her from his arms and stepped back. She frowned at me, "Please?"

"Do you and Hien come here every day to work with the trolley?"

"Oh. I come work all days. Hien she work diff hotel most time."

"Well," I said, patting my son's rump, "Perhaps we'll see you here tomorrow?"

My meaning was apparently clearer to the girl. At least in terms of when she worked, "We say hello tomorrow yes."

"Something like that," I nodded and then grabbed Matthew's arm before he could say anything, "Right now we really need to go."

We said our goodbyes to both girls, even Hien managing a sheepish smile as we left, then dashed back to the room.

"Well that was unexpected you little terror," I said to Matthew when the door was firmly closed behind us. "Seems you like me to be daring then?"

"You sure that wasn't too much? It got a bit wild out there."

I shrugged, "Don't ask me to explain it because I quite frankly don't have a clue why I got that carried away but no, it wasn't too much. Fuck knows I've climaxed hard a few times lately but that was mega."

"I cum pretty hard myself!"

I laughed, "I did notice. Mind you," I took him into my arms, "I hadn't planned on starting on threesomes just yet, let alone going to a foursome!"

"Sorry, I just-" 

"Don't you dare apologise. We're supposed to be finding out what makes you buzz, and if it's little Asian girls with pointy tits, well that's something we've both learned!"

"She was all right, for sure. They both were." He kissed my neck, "But they're nowhere near as cute as you!"

"Charmer - but don't stop. Meantime, how about room service supper?"

Matthew nodded, "I reckon I'll need the energy at this rate. Although I promise I'll still make you coffee in the morning."

"Now that's a deal."

*****

In the event I didn't get my coffee the next morning - but that was nothing to do with more sex. I was in the bathroom, far too busy throwing up.

Afterwards, I remember sitting on the edge of the bath and wondering - thinking hard. I was on the pill by then and I'd been fastidious about taking the morning-after pill for the first week. I couldn't be pregnant... surely?

With timing that was shockingly appropriate, my mobile phone rang just as I was about to go back into the bedroom and see if there was any more coffee available. The caller ID was 'Mimi' the first call I'd had from my sister since the evening she had... well, had sex with Matthew.

I pressed the 'accept call' icon, "Hello, Maisie?"

"Why, hello little sister."

"Not that it's not great to hear from you, what're you calling about only I've got plans I need to get going with."

My horrid sister laughed, "Plans to fuck your own son, by any chance? Are you and Matthew still up to that perversion?"

"I love him, Maisie, so cut that crap. Anyway you sure climaxed hard enough when you fucked him!"

"When he fucked me, maybe. I don't seem to recall having much say in the matter. But seriously, how are you?"

I screwed my eyes tight, "What's it got to do with you?"

There was another laugh, "I was just wondering if my dear little perverted sister was starting to suffer a few bouts of nausea in the mornings, that's all. Well, are you?"

My blood ran cold - and there was me thinking that was a cliché, "What the FUCK are you talking about?"

"How terribly rude, darling. I was just wondering if your magical pills had all worked in the morning that's all."

"W... what do you mean?"

"Oh, my darling little sister. Did you think I was joking when I said I would wreak my revenge on you and your equally perverted son?"

"I-" 

"That was a rhetorical question, darling. The answer being, you fucking well shouldn't have thought it was a jest. In fact, it was already a done deal when I said that. You see, my darling little sister, your fate was sealed the second your son's cock slipped into my cunt. Got that?"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't change the fact that you helped your son fuck his aunt. Well now, darling sister, thanks to swapping a few morning-after pills for tiny little but very ordinary, headache tablets that could be the revenge I am seeking. You made it so easy, as well, you silly girl. How stupid were you to pop all those little sachets and keep the tablets in a wine glass, even bragging how you had the entire week's supply sorted out that way! It was just too easy."

"Oh fucking hell, Maisie! Tell me you're just making some sick joke?"

My sister laughed again, "Oh, I'm deadly serious. But talking about sick things, I really do want to know, have you been nauseous any morning recently?"

I dropped the phone then as tears sprang from my eyes.