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Finding Mom

By: L.A. Wicker



My father was the biggest prick to ever walk the earth. For the last sixteen years he had down graded my mother to the point that, she was thinking of killing herself.

It was nothing for him to look at her and say things like, " Damn you’re a fat fucking pig," or " I wish you would learn to fuck so I didn’t have to go out and find pussy." 

The one that really hurt Mom was, " I guess I could fuck you in the ass so, I don’t have to see your face."

Many night I sat up, holding Mom, rocking her and telling her he was wrong. That she was a pretty lady and that Dad was just a ass hole.

I wanted to tell her that I loved her as a woman and not as a mother. To show her how hard my cock got when I held her but, she was my Mother. To caress her body, kiss her, love her into the morning.

Until one rainy dark night, while driving home drunk, he was killed. Mom nor I were very upset by his death. The one good thing that he had ever done for Mom and I, he had a very large life insurance policy. 

Mom and myself started to enjoy life as we had never known. I got Mom to start shopping for new clothes, sexy ones, I mite add.

Very sexy bra and panty sets led the list. Then on to short skirts and some see-through blouses.

In one of the shops, Mom looked at me and said, " You know Ken, I will never wear any of this stuff outside."

I just looked back at her with the grin of the Devil, " I know, I don’t want to share you with anybody else."

Before long Mom was giving me hard ON’s 24 hours a day. She looked so good showing her long smooth legs and big supple breast.

Mom is five foot and ten inches tall. She has curly black hair to the middle of her back. Big blue eyes that can melt ice.

Mom’s breast size is a 38 dd. With very large dark pink areola circles that can been seen through almost every blouse she owns. 

Her nipples, have to be the best I have ever seen. They are also dark pink, about an inch and a half around and about one inch long. When it’s cold or she is horny, there’s no way she can hide them.

Mom and I also started going to a gym not far from our house. Of course I had Mom buy every sexy work suit for her that we could find. She turned every head in the gym, men and some of the ladies. I made sure I stayed close to her.

A few of the men would try to help Mom, she always told them, " I think my man can help me just fine." And rub my ass or the best, run her hand up my thigh.

Oh sorry, my name is Ken. I turned eighteen a few months before my Dad was killed. I’m six foot tall, 160 pounds. Black hair, dark brown eyes and a ten inch cock. 

In just a few weeks Mom was looking even better than before, her ass had toned up. Her thighs were more firm, FUCK, SHE WAS A TOTAL BABE. And all mine.

One night Mom and I were watching a travel show about Cruise Ships. She jumped up and said, " Lets do it, a three month cruise. You and me, eating, drinking. Playing in the pool, getting a sun tan."

"Why not, we have the money," I took I deep breath, " Can I pick out your bikini’s?"

"What?" She gave me a sexy look, " I guess they will be tiny, see-through?"

"Why not?" I gazed up and down her body, " You could give a dead man a hard on."

Mom was shocked, " Do you really think I look that good?"

Mom….. " This was a big step for me, " You make me hard day and night."

She looked like a little girl that had just got a big bag of candy. Mom just stood there with a big sexy smile on her face.

She snuggled next to me on the sofa and we finished watching the show. Right before she moved to get up, I pulled her to me. Giving her a soft kiss on her lips.

Mom’s face turned a light shade of red and her nipples got hard in a second, " You better watch that big boy, I haven’t had sex in a very…… very long time."

"Oh yeah…… maybe we can work on that," My hand brushed her right nipple, " Are you cold… or just real horny Mom?"

She gave me a little smack on my hand, " Keep your hands to your self buddy." She giggled and RAN to bed.

The next morning we went to the Travel Agent, She looked at me and ask, " So, what kind of room would you and your wife like?"

I replied, " Something big, maybe a Honey Moon suite would be nice," I looked at Mom, pulling her face to mine. I slide my tongue in her mouth with no resistance at all, probing all around her hot little mouth, as I pulled away I ask, " What do you think baby?" 

Poor Mom stuttered, she was in shock from my kiss " I… I think it would be very nice." 

We had everything set up and would leave the next day. we hurried all over town buying thing we would need or want on such a long cruise.

Some where in all our running around I looked at Mom and said, " Oh shit, I almost forgot the most important things."

"What’s that Baby?" She ask.

With a big grin I replied, " Your sexy bikini’s I get to pick out for you!!!"

She giggled a little, " Oh no, I get to run around naked, on a ship full of people." 

We found a shop that made all my dreams come true. They stocked nothing but the best bikini’s. Mom felt a little out of place at first but, when the saleslady ask, " So, your what? About 25, a size 5?"

Mom loved it, she was 40 and looked 25. When Mom had tried of a few bikini’s she started to loosen up and was acting like a Fashion Model. It was great, to my surprise Mom had picked some pretty skimpy suits herself.

There was one thing that Mom would have to do and I mean do fast. SHAVE, she had one hairy muff. 

When we got home I pulled Mom on my lap, " Mom, I don’t know really how to say this but…….. you’re very hairy……… we need to shave your… ummm…. Between your legs."

She had a red face, " I know, I never had much reason to do anything until now."

I gave her a soft hug, " You go get ready and take a nice hot bath, then we’ll fix you up. O.K.?"

She soaked in the tub about an hour before she came back wearing a silk bath robe that just did cover her panty covered ass. She looked so good, I walked to her pulling her into my arms. Hugging her and caressing her long back.

I felt her breathing increase a little as she pushed her hips into me. My hands moved all around her now, finding her very tight, 36 inch ass. Mom melted in my arms, I could have had her body, her love right then but, I came back down to earth.

"I’ve never done this before," She was embarrassed, " What if I cut myself?"

"Mom,…… I could do it if you want.?"

Her face got the reddest I had every seen, " WHAT?……Sense when do you learn to shave a woman’s……… privates?"

I looked at the floor, I knew Mom was going to get pissed, " The summer I turned 16."

Mom was shocked, " WHAT?…. MY SISTER?…… YOUR AUNT? When we get back I will kill her."

"It’s O.K. Mom……," I hugged her to me, " She taught me so much, how to hold a woman, how to caress, and most of all," I was caressing Mom’s fine ass, " Mom, she taught me how to make love to a beautiful woman, like you."

"She still did wrong, I’m going to kill her………" Mom said grinding her hips into me, " You shave me but, you better not get out of line, O.K.?"

We went to the kitchen, I pulled the table over next to the sink, " You ready gorgeous?" I ask.

"I guess, this is very…… embarrassing, and kind of sexy." Mom said.

"It will be fine, I did Aunt Sue every day. She loved it." And I winked at Mom.

Her face got red again, " You are a nasty son, you know that?"

I picked her up, setting her on the table, " I need to pull down your panties now."

"I hope I can go through with this……." As she pulled her wet panties down.

"O.K now lie down and spread your legs," She did, " OH MOM, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL." 

My eyes took in her unbelievable sex. She had nice long and the fullest pussy lips I had ever seen. Her clit was hard and sticking up for me to see. My cock got so hard I had to pull it out of my Jeans.

"WOW….Mom, this is going to kill me." I said.

"Why Baby?"

"You are so sexy, hot and if you weren’t my Mom…" I replied.

"If I wasn’t your Mom, what?"

I looked deep into her eyes and said, " I would make love to you, a lot." 

Poor Mom didn’t say another word, she just laid there as I shaved her hairy pussy. When I rubbed the shaving cream on her she jump a little. Maybe it was because I ran my finger down the length of her ‘Pussy Slit’.

The hair slowly came off, exposing Moms bare pussy to me. As I shaved her, my finger caressed her skin, making sure she was smooth. She stopped jumping when I touched her, now I sore I could hear little moans coming from her.

I washed the last of the shave cream away and ask, " Well, how does it feel?"

Mom sat up, running her fingers around her pussy, " I can’t believe I let you do this to me. What did you to your Aunt, after you shaved her?"

"Mother…. How could you ask such a thing?" I teased, " if you must know, I would lick her from top to bottom…."

"I still can’t believe she let you do them things to her."

"Don’t Knock it, till you try it, Mom."

With a sad look on her face she told me, " Your Dad never did anything to me but….," Mom had a very red face, " lay me on my back and fu… love me until he came and that was all."

"Oh you poor thing," my hands moved to her thighs, caressing very slow, " Aunt Lisa, taught me how to make my woman cum first. How to make you cum all night."

"I bet she did," Mom said moving into my arms, " what else did she ‘teach’ you?"

My fingers moved to Moms pussy," she gasp for air as my fingers invaded her, " lay back down and I’ll show you."

Mom laid back down, with a scared ‘little girl’ look on her face. I moved my mouth to her, covering her. My tongue started moving up and down her slit.

"OH…. KEN…. YES…. YES." Mom screamed.

My tongue ravished every inch of her wet, shaved pussy. I wanted her to feel what love was, not just a ‘ fast fuck’. Then, all at once, I shoved my tongue deep inside her wet ‘love nest’.

"OH… KEN… DO ME BABY… DO IT." Mom screamed again.

I had my fingers, tongue and I wanted to ram my rock hard cock inside her. Aunt Lisa loved it when I ate her out, poor Mom had never had anything done to her, I was guessing she was about to explode on my face.

Then it happened, " OH KEN, I’M CUMMING…. I’M CUMING."

Moms legs wrapped around my head, shoving her pussy into my mouth. I licked and sucked her as fast and hard as I could. Her orgasms came one after the other. Until, she fell limp on the table.

"Oh my GOD," Mom panted, " remind me to THANK Lisa when we get back. And I’m going to need your help getting to my room."

I helped her from the table, my cock, that I had pulled out of my jeans, went right between Moms legs. She just looked at me, with lust in her eyes.

She leaned down to look and said, " Oh Baby, I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t have let you do that to me."

"Yes Mom, it was me… not you. I can fix this." Looking down to my hurting cock.

"Help me to my room," Moms hand found my cock, " you helped me… the least I can do is…. help you."

Mom pushed me back on her bed, pulling my jeans off, " In high school, I was the best at giving Head," her hands caressed my cock shaft, " I never had one this nice and big but, I’ll try my best."

Moms mouth covered my cock with no problem, she sucked like it was her last cock she would ever get in her life. She moved up and down my hard pole as fast as she could go.

"Oh Mom…. Yes…. Suck it, baby…. Suck it…" I moaned.

I started cumming before I could tell her, Mom just sucked me even harder. Draining my cock of all the stored up cum.

"Oh Mom…. I…. I… love you."

Her eyes opened, a little smile came on her lips as she kept sucking me. I knew I had found my true love, my Mother.

"WOW, that was great Mom. I’m going to find something to eat. Do you want anything." I asked.

"No, I’ll be there in a minute," Mom said, as she caressed my face, " I have a surprise for you."

I went to the kitchen, searching for any kind of food I could get my hands on. After a successful find, I started back to Moms room.

There she stood, wearing what looked like a ‘ Frederick’s of Hollywood’ wedding dress. It had a sheer, vale covering her face. The gown was also sheer, allowing me to see her breast and wonderful hips.

Looking down Mom had matching sheer panties, with white thigh high stockings and white 6 inch high heels. She looked like she had just stepped out of a good magazine. 

"Oh Mom," I gasp, as my eyes roamed her body, " you look great. When did you buy this?"

With a big smile she replied, " Today, I had one the Sales Girls, put it in with my things."

"I guess you know what’s going to happen?" I told Mom as I walked towards her, " tonight, you’re going to be my woman, my love and my Bride."

Mom moved into my arms, " I know, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve loved you as a man for the last five years. Every time you would hold me, I would feel your hardness. I wanted you for so long, tonight my dreams will come true."

We hugged, pressing our bodies together. My cock shaft found it’s way to Moms hot pussy. My hands caressed her lovely firm ass. Pushing her into my cock shaft.

"Oh Baby, love your Mother like you did your Aunt Lisa." Mom begged.

"No way Mom," I said, rubbing my cock meat between her legs, " I’m going to love you better."

"Take me…. I’m yours." 

I picked Mom up in my arms carrying her to her bed. Tonight she would no longer be my mother but, now she would be my wife.

I laid Mom on ‘our’ bed, tonight I would love her as my woman. My cock was hard and ready. My new wife lay before me, spread wide to take in her man, her new husband.

I moved on her, " Oh I’m so hard for you."

"Take me, love me, fuck me the way a man should."

"Anything for you, my love." I kissed my wife deep, my cock pole slid slowly in her wanting body.

"OH BABY, YES,YES….." She screamed.

"Oh I love you, I love you….." I said, as my hips began to pump her soft body.

"Love me, do me easy, my lover, my son." Mom moaned.

"Anything for you," I pumped her body, my cock slid in and out of her with ease, " I’ve loved you forever, I’ve wanted you sense I was 15."

"I wanted you a long time, too. Now we have each other, forever if you want me." Mom started to cry.

I held her tight as I used her body and she used my cock, " I’m going to cum soon."

"Oh yes, I want you to. I want your hot cum in me so bad." Mom moaned.

"Will you get pregnant?" I ask, pumping her pussy hole faster, deeper.

"Maybe, would you like that? Giving me your seeds, giving me our baby?" She replied, thrusting her hips into my cock pole.

"Yes, I could sick your milk, while I loved you."

"Oh yes, anything for my man, anything." She cried, as her hips picked up our pace.

"I’m ready….." I moaned.

"Cum on, love me, screw me, FUCK ME……"

"Yes. Yes."

"CUM ON, FUCK YOUR MOM, FUCK YOUR WOMAN, FUCK Your NEW WIFE."

"Oh yes….." I started cumming.

I filled my new wife up that night. We made love into the next morning. In fact we missed our flight and the cruise. But we sure did have fun.

My wife never had my baby, we tried and tried, and we still do.

Finding Mom



Before I go on with my story I feel it is only right to give you a bit of background on my life. It is easy for people to be judgmental and tell me what I have done and what I am doing is wrong but past events define what we are and who we become. I offer this not as an excuse but so you know things are not always black and white.

My mother left my father when I was about 2 for reasons I will never fully understand having no idea why she left since she has never contacted me and my father was, at best, reluctant to talk about it. Now I am older I guess the thing I find hardest to understand is how she could leave a child without ever wanting to know them.

My father worked away a lot and as a result I was passed around friends and family to be looked after. Some of my earliest memories at school were being teased by other kids for having no mom and having no one there on sports day or during the nativity play.

By the time I was 8 my father announced to me that he had gone and remarried and we would be living together as a family. He introduced me to my new mother. Her name was Elizabeth and even at such a young age I knew this was not how a mommy should look. Over the years I learned she was originally from Vietnam and worked in a hotel somewhere up north. Apparently my father, having frequented the same hotel on numerous occasions whilst on business, got chatting to her and became friendly with Elizabeth, who was a receptionist and eventually asked her out. He said they had dated for over two years and decided he wanted to marry her. They got married at a registry office with just a very small service, to which I was not invited and hence I now had this new mom. 

To be fair to her she was nothing but good to me but even at that tender age I found things too strange to ever get close to her. I was back living regularly at my home, something I was unused to. This woman was strange to look at and ate different kinds of food, much of which I disliked. Having a mom again I thought would make things better but it actually got worse. The other kids found out where she was from and constantly picked on me about how my mom was a Thai hooker and asking if my dad had to keep paying for sex. 

I got in numerous fights for which I was blamed. I was too ashamed to tell my parents or the teachers what had been said and so I was blamed for many of the fights. As I got older the insults just got more offensive and lewd. By the time I left school I had no friends to speak of and locked myself in my room with computer games.

My relationship with Liz was always distant but respectful. She tried to help me out with little talks but I could never open up to her. I guess I resented her for what she had put me through. After I finished school I decided I needed to get away and start afresh. I was far from stupid, having locked myself away so long I had little else to do apart from study and I became what people would perceive as a geek. I spent two years at college which I graduated with flying colours but I did not form any longstanding friendships as I did not want people discovering my secret and putting me through the same hell as school. This was also an issue with girls. I was a developing teenager with the same hormones as everyone else but I couldn't talk to any men let alone women. 

Having finished college I was accepted on a course at a University in Wales. This was far enough from where I currently lived, about a two hour drive, to allow me the independence I sought. 

My first day of freedom was fast approaching and surprisingly my Dad had arranged to take me to the Halls of Residence where I would be stopping. Much to my horror Elizabeth said she would also be coming along as she wanted to see where I would be living. 

We arrived at the Hall's which was off campus, about ten minutes from the University. I unloaded the car and grabbed my bags. I was nervous not to be seen and gave them both a quick kiss and a hug goodbye. 

"Aren't you going to invite us into your new place first?" Liz asked somewhat surprised at my hasty retreat.

"Erm...well I need to check in, it may take ages," even in my own head this sounded like a lame reason.

"It's okay we will wait for you, after all we wont be seeing you for a whilst now" Dad said oblivious to any deliberate excuses.

"Er...yeah...okay then, back in a moment."

I walked across to the entrance of the Halls where upon me giving confirmation of my name I was given a door key and a load of information on the University, fresher's week, local sights, fire regulations, etc. I walked back outside and my parents were both out of the car chatting to another couple who had obviously just dropped off their son too. I held the door open as he solemnly thanked me before heading to the reception. As I approached I could hear the conversation, 

"... he is just a little nervous having never lived away before"

"That's like our Dale, I'm sure they will be okay though." Dad looked up from his conversation to see me approaching.

"Hey Mark you got the key then?" 

I lofted it up to show them and forced a smile, as I encouraged them to follow me indoors and out of the public view in the car park. My Dad passed me over a large rucksack as he carried another large holdall and Elizabeth carried a box of rations as she called it containing plates, cutlery, food, etc. 

Rather than wait for a lift I followed the instructions the Hall warden had given me up a flight of stairs to my new room. As I fumbled to get the key into the door the young man in the room directly opposite came out. He was 6 foot with dark, curly hair which was in a modern style, unkempt. He was wearing an open, blue, chequered shirt, with a t-shirt underneath depicting the message 'Only users lose drugs'. His face broke into a big smile as he introduced himself as Jeff. He took everyone's hand in a warm, welcoming manner but I noticed how he looked at my Mom a little longer than everyone else. Already I had a feeling of dread. My neighbours now knew who my mother was; a pit formed in the bottom of my stomach, it was going to be like school all over again. 

I unlocked the room and scrambled inside. The room was in many ways like a standard hotel room with an en-suite facility. Other extras were the table provided with the overhead lamp supposedly for the hours of studying I was to do and a couple of pin boards which were added to stop students pinning numerous holes into the walls. 

Feeling tired and pissed off I was very cold towards my parents, which they took to be a sign of nerves. Having shown them around the communal kitchen area, which six of us were due to share, we returned to the room. As my parents were about to leave there was a knock at the door, it was the parents of Dale. 

"Hope you don't mind?" His mother said, "it seems you two are neighbours. " I looked over to Dale who looked as fed up as I felt. He was about 5 foot 8 and was dressed in combats and a hoody. I nodded my head towards him and in acknowledgment and he nodded back. 

"Well we shall leave you all to it, we have to shoot off," Dad said after some small talk. "It's a long drive back." 

"Finally," though I kept my thoughts to myself. We embraced and Elizabeth gave me a peck on the cheek whilst reminding me to call regularly, as they made there way out of the door. Dale was also giving his farewells and between us we ushered the parents out of my room. I could see Elizabeth was wiping her eyes as she walked away and for a moment I felt a pang of guilt for the trouble I had caused her. At least now I could blame no one else but myself. Having got shot of the parents Dale, who was still in my room, sat himself on the chair which was nestled under the desk. 

"Fuck me, am I glad they are gone," he said exhaling a large breath. "I swear they were doing my head in." I laughed at his frank and honest view, relieved that I was not alone in my discomfort. 

"You're not wrong, it's bad enough trying to make conversation for two hours in the car with them, but then they want to talk even more once your get here. I feel like a 12 year old all over again." This time it was Dale's turn to laugh. "You like FIFA?" 

"Love it." With that, whilst leaving the remainder of the luggage unopened I pulled out the console which I plugged into the TV. Soon enough we had got chatting about our courses, what we were expecting from university, background history and I realised that we were very similar in many ways. From my point of view it was good to meet someone who didn't once mention my mom.

It must have been a couple of hours later when there was a knock at the door but before I could get up and see who it was in walked Jeff with another man. 

"Hi all," said Jeff with all his usual enthusiasm, this is Mo he said pointing to the Indian lad behind him. He was a similar height to Jeff but wore dark blue jeans and a bvrown leather jacket. Mo raised a hand in acknowledgment. "It seems we are to be neighbours." With that they both strolled in Mo sitting on the table whilst Jeff threw himself onto the bed. It was then that I realised Mo had bought some beers in with him and he started cracking them open and handing them out.

"Here is to new neighbours" said Jeff raising his can. We all followed suit and took out first swig.

Weeks went by without incident. The course was going well, I had formed new friendships with my neighbours although the other two neighbours turned out to be Malaysian and spent more time with there fellow country men in another block. I sparingly kept in touch with my parents and apart from spending far too much on alcohol and fresher's week all seemed to be going well. Then one night the moment I had been dreading arrived. 

It started with a heavy night at the student union where we all started playing drinking games and drinking shots. Being completely wasted Mo suggested we head back to his room for a smoke. Not having smoked any weed before I reluctantly agreed but before long we were all having a joint having disabled the in room smoke alarm. 

"Hey Mark, that woman with your Dad, who was it?" Jeff asked with a stoned grin on his face. This was it, even in this state I began to feel nauseous.

"That is my mom, well step mom," I replied trying not to let my anxiety show. 

"You lucky bastard, she is hot." At this point I chocked on the draw I was smoking which created much amusement within the group. Unlike school I realised that these guys were not out to pick on me, sure we took the piss out of each other but it was friendly banter. 

"You think so?" I asked surprised as the joint started to relax me.

"Fuck off you must know that?" Jeff suddenly realizing that I had no idea what he was on about then he turned to Mo. "What did you think of her?" Mo who was probably the most chilled out guy I had ever met, even before smoking stopped rolling the next joint and looked up. 

"No idea, I never met her." Jeff looked exasperated as he looked for support. 

"Dale, tell him." This was obviously something they discussed before but it was the first time I had ever heard my mom described in such a way.

"She is very hot."

"You have never knocked one out thinking about her?" Jeff mocked but I detected a true underlying question. "I did on the first night." Again everyone laughed and I couldn't help but join in. Something about Jeff finding Elizabeth so attractive was quite exciting. 

"No of course not," I finally managed as the smoke stung my eyes. I could see Jeff shaking his head.

"So what she look like?" Mo asked having completed his roll up.

"Well she is oriental," I started, "about 5ft 2, petite, ordinary I guess."

"Shut the fuck up," Jeff interrupted laughing "you are such a dick. Tell him the truth." I just looked at him blankly. "When she dropped Mark off she was wearing a denim jean skirt which went down to her knee and a pair of leather boots. I could see she was wearing nylons underneath and I just imagined them to be stockings when I wanked off the other night." The lads all laughed as he described what he saw but hung on to every word. Even listening to him I found myself getting aroused, though whether the drugs had any bearing on that I was unsure. I realised what Jeff was saying was right, it seemed to be like a light was switched on in my head. The image he was describing, that which was getting me aroused, was my mom. "...underneath her coat she had on a silky blouse and I could just make out a lacy blue bra holding up a pair of fantastic tits."

"How old is she?" Dale suddenly asked pulling me away from my incestuous thoughts of my mom.

"Erm...37, I think." 

"Fuck me she looks good for it."

That night when I went to bed images of my mom filled my thoughts. Little things I had seen over the years were suddenly very arousing and I rubbed my cock thinking about Elizabeth. 

Over the coming weeks things continued in much the same vain. All the lads wanted to fuck my mom, Dale and Mo's sisters and Jeff's aunt including Jeff himself. On the occasions I had alone I started looking at family pictures on my laptop. One of my favourites was when we had gone out to a Halloween party. I had gone dressed as Spock from Star Trek, Dad as a Klingon, which was just a rubbish costume and Mom as an oriental version of Lieutenant Uhura. I had now cut me and dad out of the picture and zoomed in on the picture to just show Liz wearing the shortest red dress with a pair of black leather boots dark nylons underneath. Often I touched myself whilst looking at this picture, imagining cumming deep inside her.

My first trip back home was for a brief visit over a weekend and there was definitely change in the air. All the animosity I had from before was gone and when Liz asked me about how things were going I actually carried on a normal conversation with her. The problem was I was now looking at her in a different light; I would start looking at her arse and cleavage at any opportunity I wanted to kiss her neck, I watched her ruby lips moving as she spoke words I often had to get her to repeat. 

After my first term I found myself with four weeks off. I had lots of assignments to do so I was unable to find time in getting a job. Elizabeth however, having no reason to stay at home anymore had a part time job at a travel agency Her uniform was a tight, navy blue skirt, with matching jacket and a white blouse and high heels which showed off her shapely legs. She hated the uniform but I loved it especially as I could usually make out the style of bra she was wearing underneath.

Then one day whilst Dad was at work I was busy studying in my room when Liz came in. 

"You know that computer you gave us?" she said getting upset "I can't seem to get it working." When I left for University Dad had bought me a laptop on condition that they could have my old desk top computer. Since I had no use for it I agreed. They had set it up in the corner of their bedroom. When I went to examine it, it quickly became apparent they had some sort of virus on it. I decided to try the 'System Restore' so they never lost too much information.

"I just need to reboot it" I told Liz. 

"Do you mind doing it whilst I wash my hair?" she asked. "I have to get ready for work. Just make sure it's all working will you please Mark."

"It should be okay once I reboot it but you will have to log on to be sure."

"Its okay" she said pulling out a little notepad, "my logon and password are here." 

Without a second thought she went off to the bathroom.

The computer took several minutes before it had rebooted and I logged in. Everything seemed okay and I was about to turn off the system when a thought occurred. I didn't have long but I clicked on the internet icon and bought up her browsing history. It was mainly shopping websites and I felt a twinge of disappointment. Then I noticed an instant messenger tab had opened up and was prompting me for a password. I quickly made a note of her user name which had automatically appeared before logging off the system as I heard the bathroom door being opened. 

Then one night the parents were going out to a company function. Mom had considered cancelling as I would be left home alone, but I insisted they go as I could catch up on my work. Dad was all ready to go wearing a tuxedo whilst cursing at the amount of time it was taking for Liz to get ready. When she appeared she looked stunning wearing a short, black dress, high heels which exaggerated the length of her legs and dark nylons underneath. Her thighs were curvy and yet firm and I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over her legs. I was taken aback, how is it I never could have noticed this woman before? Her breasts stood out as the tightness of the dress hugged her curves. Without a word Dad just hurriedly passed her a jacket. I leant in and gently kissed her cheek. She seemed shock but passed me a warm, shy smile.

"You look stunning," I said almost to myself but she picked up on it.

"Thank you," she said with obvious joy. With that they left the house with instructions on what to do in case of an emergency. 

As the door closed I ran upstairs to their room and turned on the computer. I was filled with excitement and my cock was already starting to harden. Having successfully logged on I started going through her files. As before there was nothing of interest until I clicked on shared pictures. 

I was about to click off again when I noticed a file amongst all the other family picture files simply marked with an x. I clicked on it and a picture of my mom wearing a summery dress appeared. I had seen her wear that dress a hundred times before. Something about the picture had caught my interest. At first I was unsure why but then I noticed that the picture was taken in this very room and the dress which was buttoned all the way down the front had an unusual amount of buttons opened at the top although nothing to cause excitement was visible. I clicked onto the next picture. This was more or less the same picture except this time enough the top buttons were undone to make visible the top of a white lacy push up bra. Her breast pushed up to revealing ample cleavage. What was also more noticeable was the buttons at the bottom of the dress was also been undone, revealing a pair of white nylons. I clicked again this time gripping my hardened cock. This picture had the bra fully exposed. Her breast which were in a C cup, were revealing a bit of the moon around the nipple and her white nylons were revealed to be stockings. Her tanned thighs contrasted against the white, silky nylon. I clicked again and this time she was lying on the bed in just her white underwear, I sucked in a breath as my hardened member demanded release.

In my urgency to see more I clicked again in the hope that the next picture would reveal even more but I was left slightly disappointed. In the next picture she was once more fully clothed in the outfit she wore tonight, the only difference was in this picture she had curled her hair. Again it was taken in the bedroom she was sat on the bed and upon closer inspection I could just make out her stocking tops. The next took me by surprise as she posed on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open allowing a perfect view of a skimpy pair of black panties and stockings. Another click had her dress around her waist whilst pushing her bra clad breast towards her mouth. Click, this time I shot my load as her tongue was licking her own nipple. Her tits were seemingly large against her small frame yet perfect in form. The nipples were obviously hard and I imagined how aroused she was when she was having these pictures taken.

I went into the bathroom to clean up. Then I went into my room and grabbed a memory stick and copied the files onto it. Before shutting down I decided to click again. This time was a picture I was all too familiar with as she was dressed in her Star Trek uniform. This must have been at the end of the night as you could tell she was looking a little drunk. The next picture she was lying on her back, looking directly at the camera. She had her skirt pushed up and her fingers inside her nylons and inside her panties. The next was another of her in the same pose with her face slightly contorted and the next the same again. I realised that Dad must have used a load of pictures as he watched her play with herself. Already I was hard again but soon the photos had run out returning to the beginning of the show. I considered watching them again but looking down I saw her messenger account had reappeared. 




Finding Mom



By chance I entered the same password as her main login, it worked. A list of names appeared, some I recognised, others I didn't, though I noticed a high number of men's names. Before long a message appeared

• HEY SEXY I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUT TONIGHT. 

I paused, unsure what to do next. Fuck it.

• NOT FEELING GREAT SO LET HUBBY GO ALONE.

• HIS LOSS, I BET YOU WOULD HAVE LOOKED SEXY. 

I wondered where this was going so I took a punt.

• I STILL DO LOL

• WHY WHAT R U WEARING?

This was strangely erotic even though I knew it was another man I was talking too; I knew he was thinking of my mom too. Not to disappoint I went on to describe the outfit Mom was wearing before she went out

• SHIT THAT IS SO HOT, I WOULD LUV TO FUCK YOU

• IN YOUR DREAMS

• HAHA WELL YOU SHOULD GET A WEBCAM JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU

• I WILL THINK ABOUT IT

• I HOPE U DO

• GTG CHAT SOON. 

With that I changed my visibility status to hidden. 

I uploaded the pictures to my laptop and I decided to add Elizabeth's IM to my own list of IM friends. My own IM was just a nickname so she would never know it was me though I had to accept myself using her IM first so unless she memorized all her friends name she would never notice the latest addition in her list of contacts. 

I lay in bed after revisiting the pictures I had added. I must have wanked myself on three occasions already thinking about her and I was still horny. At around 2am they arrived back and although wide awake I just lay there still stroking my semi erection. They were arguing although at first I could not make out what it was over. Their voices became more raised when I heard Liz tell my farther to be quiet so they did not wake me. I heard her climbing the stairs and my door opened. I just lay there hoping I would fool them into thinking I was asleep. It appeared to work. I then heard my father walking up the stairs saying something about 

"...well they were only looking."

"Looking?" I could hear the anger in Liz's voice, "he grabbed my arse". My cock grew erect.

"I can't blame him, it's a great arse."

"It's not funny Tim, I am supposed to be your wife."

"I know and I love you but all the guys tell me they fantasize over you and after a few drinks they went too far"

"And you don't mind that?"

"You know I like it. Besides you didn't mind when I asked you to flash George your knickers."

"George is harmless," she said having calmed down and in fact she let out a giggle.

"I want to fuck you now," With that laughter as they went into there own room.

When I went back university I found my life was moving forward too. When we went out we would meet girls, which meant finally losing my virginity. She was a nice enough girl called Emma. She was attractive but had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around. We went out for about a fortnight but still remained friends who would occasionally still hook up. I started going to clubs and I also started working part time at a local clothing store, which meant discounted clothing. Yet despite all this I still had sexual thoughts about my mother. Whenever I felt even a little horny I would click on her pictures and imagine cumming all over her face and tits. 

My phone calls home became more regular and I spoke less to my Dad and longer to Liz. I think my Dad was relieved that we were all finally getting along.

At my next weekend at home I decided to try and push things forward a bit. Dad was away from home working, so it was just me and Elizabeth at home. She commented on my new look telling me what a handsome man I had developed into. I blushed and although I knew she was been friendly I couldn't help but look into her eyes for any sign that she was interested.

As I was leaving I gave her a package I had picked up from the computer store. 

"What's this?" she asked curiously.

"It's just a little thank you for putting up with me. I know I have been a pain in the arse all these years." She laughed and wrapped her arms around me. 

"You are daft; me and your farther love you." Those words were like a dagger through my heart. I knew she only saw me as a son.

"I know and hopefully this will mean we can see more of each other." Puzzled she looked down into the bag and removed the webcam. "This way we can talk when I'm away and see each other too. I have one built into the laptop. You can also use it to see Dad when he is away and even your family if they have a camera too." She looked down at the gift and started to cry.

"Thank you so much Mark, promise me you will keep in regular touch."

"I will."

Back at university life continued to get more enjoyable. I had somehow gone from a complete geek to one of the in crowd. People wanted to hang out with Me, Mo, Jeff and Dale and we basked in the attention. Women were no longer an issue but one woman remained special in my thoughts.

One of the first things I did when I got back was, using a Skype account I contacted Elizabeth and my Dad to ensure they knew how the camera worked. We chatted most days for 5 minutes here and 10 minutes there. Often I would play with myself having spoken to my mom, with her image fresh in my mind. 

Then one night just before I went out I saw that Liz was online and contacted her. She looked upset. It turned out that Dad was away again and she was just fed up at home and she missed my company. My heart went out to her and I nearly told her how I truly felt before a realization that she was just behaving as would any other parent. Then Jeff came barging into my room and waved a hello to my mom unaware of how emotional she was. As far as he was concerned the party had started and he told me to hurry up and get my arse in gear. Despite being so obviously upset Elizabeth told me I should go and to ignore the emotional old woman she was. I yearned to stay but with the lads was getting boisterous in the hallway and I knew this was not the time or the place.  

The night was good but with the state Liz was in playing on my mind I found myself on a bit of a downer. The lads were all pumped up on the dance floor with a group of women nearby, they were more than happy so I made my excuses and headed off back to the Halls. I got a taxi with my head still full of thoughts about Liz. Despite her emotional state I could not help but get aroused thinking about her. I finally got into my room a little after 1 am. Immediately upon getting into my room I logged into the laptop intending to view the pictures of my mom once more. As I started pumping my already, rock hard cock my IM window appeared. Hoping to find one of the numerous, like minded women, I had now compiled on my friends list, I logged on. 

As I looked down the list of names one stood out which at first I didn't recognise until I realised it belonged to my mom. This was the first time I had ever seen her name appear and I was amazed she was on so late. I decided this was my opportunity.

• HEY HOW R U, HOPE EVERYTHING IS OK. 

I waited a few moments for a reply but got nothing. Unsure as to what I should do next I typed another message

• U R ON LATE, SHOULDNT U B IN BED. 

Still nothing. I was still extremely horny so I started to search out other online women on my list when I was alerted to an incoming message

• WHO R U?????

• SORRY WE CHATTED B4 DONT U REMEMBER. 

I knew this could be the moment it all fell apart

• SORRY NOT REALLY BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN ON HERE FOR A WHILE

• IT'S OK. HOW R U?

It looked like I was going to get away with it.

• BORED, LOL

• I KNOW THE FEELING. WHAT YOU BEEN UP TO?

• NOTHING STUCK AT HOME, DRINKING WINE, LOL U?

• BEEN TO CLUB

• LUCKY YOU, I WOULD LOVE TO GO CLUBBING. IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I WENT OUT. 

This was it, I was talking to my mom online and she had no idea who I was.

• I BET YOU LOOK HOT WHEN U DO GO OUT

• LOL. 

I decided to push it further

• WHAT DO U WEAR WHEN GOING OUT?

• HAHA U R NOSEY

• YES LOL

• NORMALLY SOMETHING SHORT

• MMMMM I BET THE MEN LOVE THAT. 

My cock was visibly twitching and I had to release him in order to prevent cumming too early in this most unique of circumstances. 

• I USUALLY GET SOME ATTENTION LOL

• I BET. CAN I ASK WHAT U R WEARING NOW? 

There was a pause and I wondered if I had pushed it too far too soon.

• IM WEARING A PAIR OF JEANS AND A VEST TOP

• I BET YOU LOOK SEXY

• I DONT THINK SO

• WISH I COULD SEE U. 

Again it went quiet then a question I never expected from her. 

• DO U HAV A WEBCAM? 

My cock again reacted on its own accord; any touch would set it off. I wondered how I could play it. 

• YES DO U?

• YES CAN I SEE YOU? 

I stopped to think for a moment. How could I make this happen? I turned off my main light and moved the desk lamp to a position that it emitted only a minimal amount of light in my direction. 

• SURE HOLD ON. 

It was now or never. I knew there would be a delay before the connection was made in which to see if this plan would work. As my camera connected I could see that the room was very dark and I was barely visible.

• IT'S DARK THERE. 

• YES SORRY WIFE IS ASLEEP.

I needed a lie and this was the only one I could think of under the circumstances. I was hoping the lie would not put her off.

• UR MARRIED?

• YES WE DISCUSSED THIS LAST TIME. IS THAT OK? 

Now was the moment of truth.

• AH YES SORRY I FORGOT.

It had worked.

• CAN I SEE YOU TOO?

• SURE. 

After a few seconds delay another window popped up and in it was my Mom looking gorgeous in her brightly lit bedroom. The vest top she was wearing was quite low cut allowing me to see the top of her breast.

• U R SO SEXY

• THANK YOU BUT DONT LET THE WIFE FIND OUT WHAT U SAID. 

As she said it I could see her sheepishly looking and smiling straight at her camera.

• I KNOW WHO I WOULD RATHER BE WITH RIGHT NOW

• HAHA WHO?

• IM SURE YOU KNOW

• NAUGHTY U R MARRIED REMEBER

• SO R U

• HOW DID U KNOW? 

She was obviously quite drunk and her face reflected her confusion.

• U TOLD ME LAST TIME

• OH SORRY I CANT REMEMBER. 

Again she flashed her beautiful smile. I hated lying to her, she obviously had drunk far too much and I was taking advantage of her confused state but I was too far excited to care.

• WILL U STAND UP PLEASE?

It was time to go for broke

• Y? 

She laughed knowing where this was heading.

• I WANT TO SEE YOU LOL

• HOW ABOUT YOUR WIFE? 

She gave a naughty wink at the cam

• SEEN HER BEFORE LOL. 

With that Liz stood up. Her tight jeans hugged her arse and she gave a twirl. As she went to sit down again she leant forward allowing a great view of her cleavage. 

• YOU ARE SO HOT

• YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SAW THEN?

• I AM WELL HARD

• REALLY?

• YES. 

At first she laughed it off but after moments contemplation she started typing again. On my screen appeared the words

• PROVE IT. 

I could see her daring me in the cam link. 

• WHATS IT WORTH?

• HAHA WE WILL SEE

• HOW CAN I TRUST YOU?

• YOU CAN'T BUT IT MUST BE WORTH A CHANCE TO SEE THIS. 

With that I saw her run her hands over her curves until resting them on her magnificent breast and pushing them up as if to prove the point. 

It was too good an opportunity to turn down. Not wanting her to see I had already been touching myself I stood up and made out I was undoing my jean's belt before lowering my jeans to the floor. On the screen her mirth had ended and unwittingly she licked her lips in anticipation as she moved closer to the screen. With only the lower part of my body now on show I managed to move the laptop slightly towards the light to allow better visibility. My shorts were already bulging and it was clearly visible on screen.

• THAT'S BETTER. 

She was obviously pleased that she could see clearer

• HAHA YOU CAN SEE HOW HARD I AM ALREADY.

I bent over to type the message not allowing my face to enter the camera angle.

• I WANT TO SEE MORE.

With that I lowered my boxers revealing my now solid, swollen 7 inch member. 

• MMMMM THAT LOOKs SO GOOD RIGHT NOW

• YOU LIKE IT

• YES

• YOU WANT IT?

• I WOULD LOVE TO FEEL U DEEP INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW. 

Unable to stop myself I began stroking the shaft.

• YES KEEP DOING THAT

• NOW IT'S YOUR TURN. 

I was doubtful, not for one moment believing she would do anything. Then on the camera she stood up and undid her jeans revealing a small black thong. She even turned around to show me her perfect arse. 

• OMG I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOU.

Without request she lifted her top revealing a matching black bra. I could see her reach behind her back and unclasp it. Then she slowly removed the bra leaving just her arm across her chest. She was so close to the cam I could see her upturned lips smiling revealing her amazing pearly smile. 

• YOU WANT TO SEE

• FUCK YES. 

She lowered her arms and stood back. My mom's body was everything I imagined and more. My cock was crying out for me to increase its rhythm desperate to release the load that was leaking out of the top. 

• U LIKE?

• YES VERY MUCH

• YOUR COCK LOOKS SO NICE I WANT TO SUCK IT RIGHT NOW. 

She licked her lips and ran her hand up her body fondling each of het tits.

• R U WET. 

She suddenly reached out for the cam and the vision went blurry before refocusing on the bed. I watched as she reappeared in a full length shot lying side on the bed. Her hand slipped inside her panties and when she pulled them out she showed them close up to the camera. I could see her fingers glistening with her own juices. 

• I WOULD LOVE TO TASTE YOU RIGHT NOW. 

I typed now no longer talking to my mom but a hot, dirty slut who seemed to have replaced her. With that she put her wet fingers into her mouth and licked them.

• TASTE GOOD

• LET ME SEE YOU WET PUSSY.

I could see her laugh once more. 

• YOU ARE SO DEMANDING. I WISH MY HUBBY HAD YOUR STAMINA LOL

• IF I WAS YOUR HUBBY YOU WOULDNT LEAVE THE BEDROOM. 

Again she laughed before lifting her arse in the air and pulling her skimpy thong over her legs. Her pussy was closely shaved with a small strip of hair on show. She lifted herself to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was glistening and I rubbed my cock harder as my mom inserted three fingers into her own pussy. I watched as I realised that she too must have been close to getting off as her face contorted to a look that I had become all to familiar with having seen her pictures so many times. Her fingers were going faster and deeper all the time and my cock needed release. I watched her tits bouncing up and down and I wanted nothing more than to put one of those nipples in my mouth whilst sliding into her wet pussy. My cock exploded with semen flying all over covering my hands. I watched in fascination the laptop screen as a short time later, my mom who was now on her back released a scream having also completed her climax. She looked directly at the camera and smiled and then as she composed herself she began typing again.

• DID U CUM?

• YES, A LOT.

She laughed. 

• CAN I SEE? 

I raised my hand to the webcam which showed my sperm covered hand.

• MMMMMMM. LOOKS GOOD BUT I NEED TO GO 

• IT'S OK, I NEED TO CLEAN UP. I HOPE WE CAN CHAT AGAIN THO SOON

• SURE

Part 2 will be released soon if this gets a positive response. 



Finding Mom Ch. 02



The next morning I was still stunned by what had transgressed between my mother and me. I logged back onto my Instant Messenger but she was not online and no messages were left. It wasn't until later in the day when I logged onto my Skype account that I saw my parents Skype account active. I requested a video link and there was my Dad, all smiles asking me what was going on. I felt guilty for what I had done but knew that given half the chance I would do so again. After some questions about my course he asked if I wanted to speak to Elizabeth.

"Sure." I heard my Dad calling out her name. She must have been near by because within seconds I could see her approaching the cam. I had to remind myself that she had no idea it was me the previous night but that didn't stop my nerves making my mouth dry. 

"Hello," she said smiling into the webcam, instantly making me hard. "I hope you are keeping well?" Every time I looked at her I just had flashbacks to the night before. I wanted her to take her top off and look at those magnificent breasts again. 

"I'm good," I managed to stammer back. Concern crossed her face as she stared towards the screen. Panic started to set in as I wondered if she recognised something from the previous night, something that would give the game away and blow my alias. 

"You don't look well, are you sure you are okay?" I felt relief that I was not found out but the genuine concern caused me to reflect on what I did. I took advantage of the situation, I was using my Dad's wife for my own gratification, I was basically a pervert who, given the right opportunity would sleep with his mom at any opportunity. 

"I'm okay," I managed but my voice trembled with the lie. I felt anything but ok, in fact I was feeling nauseas about the whole situation. "I just was out till late last night."

"You been going clubbing again?" she said with mock scorn. "You are supposed to be there for studying, not constant partying." As she laughed her face lit up, any guilt she felt she had hidden well. "What time did you get in?"

"Not too long ago to be honest," I lied. The further from the truth I kept it the least suspicious she was going to be. "I met a girl and stopped at her place." Another look of concern crossed her face.

"I hope you are being careful?" I forced out a laugh I didn't feel. 

"Always."

"So are you seeing her again?" This time her smile returned.

"I doubt it; it was just one of those things." She shook her head sadly but said nothing. "Look I have loads to do but I will be in touch again soon."

"Okay, speak soon, we both miss you." With that I cut the link suddenly very aware of what a mess I could have made out of the whole situation. Remorse filled my very fibre but I knew I still wanted her.

Then about 3 days later, whilst bored of the assignment I was working on I decided to see if anyone was online on my IM. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her name appear. My finger hovered over the keyboard as I tried to decide whether to send her a message or not. As I considered my next move a message appeared from her.

•SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER NIGHT, I HOPE YOU DONT THINK I TOO BADLY OF ME

I knew straight away that the other night was completely out of character for her. I guess she too had felt guilty, even though she didn't know who I was, and she needed some kind of closure.

•NO NEED TO APOLOGISE I LOVED IT. JUST GLAD MY WIFE DIDNT FIND OUT.

•IM SORRY TO PUT YOU IN THAT SITUATION.

The irony of it all was it was everything I wanted. I wanted to tell her to turn on her cam and let me watch her undress. Yet I knew she was at home, probably with Dad away again, beating herself up over me.

•YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH ENJOYED THE OTHER NIGHT. I MEANT IT WHEN I TOLD YOU HOW SEXY YOU ARE AND YOU ARE PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN I HAVE EVER MET. IN OTHER CIRCUMSTANCE I WOULD LOVE TO DATE YOU.

•REALLY?

•OF COURSE, ANY SANE MAN WOULD

•YOU ARE SWEET

•JUST THE TRUTH.

•I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME

•ITS PAUL

•HI PAUL, IM LIZ BY THE WAY.

•SO ARE YOU ALONE?

•YEP HUSBAND IS WORKING AGAIN

•HE IS MAD TO LEAVE YOU

•ITS JUST HARD WHEN HE IS AWAY SO OFTEN, I GET LONELY.

With that she started telling me things about her marriage and her life that I had no idea about. I knew she needed someone to talk to, she needed a friend. 

I must have chatted to her for over an hour about numerous issues. Throughout I thought about asking her to turn on her cam because even though she was lonely and just needed a friend I was still turned on. Somehow I managed to restrain myself.

•SORRY I HAVE PROBABLY BORED YOU STUPID

•NO ITS FINE, I JUST HOPE WE CAN CHAT AGAIN. YOU ARE LOVELY

•YOU TOO AND I WOULD LOVE TO CHAT AGAIN IN THE FUTURE IF I DONT DRIVE YOU INSANE WITH MY PROBLEMS LOL.

•I LOOK FORWARD TO IT. CHAT SOON SEXY

.BYE X

Over the next few weeks we chatted frequently and through my alias I was getting to know my mother better than I ever ordinarily would have done. We had become close and whilst what I told her was predominately lies I knew what she was telling me was the truth. I cringed when she told me how constantly hurt she was by the son who wanted nothing to do with her but since he moved out they had finally begun moving forward after a decade of hostility. I was shocked by how lonely she was especially with my father working away more and more. When I looked at things now I realised how few friends she really had. She never went out on girls nights out, or around to neighbours for a coffee morning. She admitted she would like her own child but could never see it happening. The more she told me the more I wanted to comfort her and tell her I was there for her.

My next visit home should have been the Easter holidays but I could only get a few days off due to my part-time job and the amount of coursework I had. I had arrived home on a Thursday afternoon and I was due back on to University on the Sunday. I had already spoken to my Dad who told me he would be away till Friday. I let myself into the house realising Elizabeth must have been at work. With no one at home I went upstairs to log onto their computer and started browsing some of Liz's files. I checked the file marked 'x' but there was no new material although after viewing those pictures on numerous occasions they still got me hard. I then clicked a file marked videos and there was 1 file in there which I clicked on. 

The video was obviously filmed using the webcam since it started with just how the room looked now, empty. I could here Dad telling her to come in. I could here her laughing and giggling saying she wasn't sure. Dad who was also laughing, now presumably holding the webcam judging by how jittery it had become, told her not to be so silly. Then a sight that made me instantly erect. 

In walked my mom from the hallway wearing a black corset, with suspenders and high heels. She was still laughing and it looked like she had been drinking beforehand, probably for Dutch courage. She acted shy as dad moved closer whilst asking her to turn around. As she did the picture went blurred as he panned the cam down to her arse cheeks. His hand came into shot as he grabbed one of her cheeks and she let out a little yelp. 

"Lie on the bed," I heard him say and he pulled back to get a full length shot of her on the bed. She was still smiling but things were getting more serious. "Run your hands all over your body" he commanded. Her eyes closed as she began stroking herself, gently across her covered breast, down her waist and over her thighs and then pushing with a bit more force running her hand between her legs over her black, transparent panties. My Dad zoomed in on the panties and you could clearly make out the thin mound of hair underneath the knickers. A small wet stain was already appearing and again Dad's hand came into focus as he pushed his thumb against her pussy lips. You could hear her moan in the background and then her hands wrapped around his pushing it harder against her pussy. 

He pulled back again concentrating on her upper area. 

"Pull your tits out." Without hesitation her hand slipped inside the black corset pulling free one of her breast. Her puffed nipple standing erect as Dad again zoomed in. "Lick it." As she pushed her breast towards her mouth, her tongue wrapped around her nipple. The saliva glistened under the bedroom light. 

The next thing it seemed my father had temporarily put the camera down and I could hear a bag rustling in the background. Then the camera was picked up and refocused on my mom sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I got you this," I heard him say leaving my mom with an astonished look on her face. Then it became clear what it was he had bought her, it was a vibrator. 

"I don't need this Tim." 

"Please, just for me." She looked unsure as she took the object from him. Then slowly, but unconfidently spread her legs pulling her panties to one side. Her lips were swollen and obviously wet. The camera again went blurred as Dad repositioned himself although in the background a low hum could be heard. He pulled back to allow my mother to slowly insert the new toy. At first she looked unimpressed until Dad suggested she turned it up. The humming increased and a look of ecstasy crossed my Mom's face. As she gained confidence in her new toy she inserted the vibrator deeper and deeper inside, each time she pulled it out the plastic was clearly shimmering with my mother's juices. I could hear my Dad grunting as he was clearly enjoying the show eventually having to put the camera down as it became too shaky to see anything. I could still hear my Dad playing with himself but I could now see my mom lying on her back, the camera pointing straight between her legs with the vibrator almost disappearing from site. 

"Oh Tim!!!" I heard her cry as her climax peaked. I then saw my Dad move in front of the camera, cock in hand frantically rubbing his own member. My mom sat up and was rubbing her tits against his cock. He let out a groan as he shot his load leaving his creamy cum over her breast and neck. He then wiped his cock over her face leaving a trail as he did so. Her tongue came out and caressed the end of his member cleaning off any remaining cum and in doing so leaving a pellet of sperm on her tongue which she swallowed. He then returned to the webcam which he picked up to show off his residue over her nipples. Then there was darkness.

Hurriedly I copied the film onto my memory stick, I knew this was going to take a battering and after weeks of self control my motherly desires returned with full force.

Elizabeth got in from work at about 4pm by which timeI had managed to tidy myself up and had showered. I was just watching a bit of T.V. when she walked in looking tired. She looked over and smiled as I stood up to embrace her.

"Hey you, good to see you back home safely."

"Good to see you too, how was work?"

"Don't ask, I am exhausted."

"Sit yourself down I will get you a cuppa." Before she could protest I disappeared into the kitchen and put the kettle on. 

"How is University going?" she enquired from the other room. "Not partying too hard I hope?"

"Nah no time at the moment, especially with the job and my assignments, I have had to knuckle down a bit." As I spoke I could see her through the crack of the door. As she kneeled onto the sofa her blue skirt rode up allowing an ample view of her thigh. She had also removed her jacket and her bra was clearly on view beneath the white blouse but I was to far away to get any detail. I presumed she would be going to get changed before he finished making the tea. 

"Glad to hear you are taking it seriously." The kettle had boiled and I quickly made a mug of tea for both of us. As I carried them in she made no attempt to reposition herself leaving her fleshy thigh on view. I nearly spilt her tea as she leant forward to pull forward a coaster on the table for me to place her mug down. As she leaned forward I was treated to a view straight down her top and I could see her perfectly mounded breast in a white satin bra. I could feel my erection forming and quickly lowered my mug onto a second coaster immediately next to hers. 

As we chatted I wondered if she could feel the sparks of electricity I felt when sitting so close to her. I tried to steel regular looks at her thighs trying to commit the picture to memory as well as re-examining the bra clearly visible under her blouse. 

"So what's up with your job?" I asked

"You don't want to hear about my boring life," she said.

"Of course I do, it can't be any more boring than hearing about me studying," I said with a grin. She laughed.

"Oh yeah, all those boring parties and girls," she said sarcastically. This time we both laughed. After a few moments I prompted her to speak.

"Go on."

"Well okay," she said "but you will be bored."

"Try me."

"Well the job is okay I guess but to be honest I want to work more than 12 hours a week. Things are pretty boring now you are not here." With that she reached out and squeezed my hand. "Mind you I could do without this horrible uniform too."

"I like it," I said without thinking. 

"You do?" I knew I had dug myself a hole. 

"Well yeah, it looks good on you but then I think anything would." She laughed before giving me a hug.

"I missed you." As I embraced her back I realised I felt exactly the same.

"I miss you too." With that she pulled back looking a little weepy as she tried to force a smile.

"Look at me," she managed through the tears. "What a mess."

"You still look good to me." Whilst trying to laugh as she cried she reached out for a tissue to dry her eyes. As she did her legs uncrossed allowing a perfect few of the red panties she was wearing.

"I need to get changed and then we should think about what we shall have for dinner." 

"Why don't we go out for food?"

"I don't have any money on me until payday."

"No worries I got paid before I come home, my treat."

"You should be saving that for your studies."

"Nah, I will only party it away otherwise and believe me I do that far too much as it is."

"Okay it's a date," she said once more smiling even though her puffy, red eyes gave away her recent tears. "Let me have a soak in the bath and then we can go."

"No rush." 

Whilst Elizabeth had a bath I went into my room and relived the last few moments in my head. Her panties, her breast, my cock was rock hard and I rubbed it vigorously thinking about her. Again I cleaned myself up and then I then got changed into a pair of dark denim jeans, a short sleeved shirt and a black jumper all of which I had recently purchased from my own store. I then sat back on my bed, closed my eyes and listenened to my I-pod. 

I felt a hand on my knee that made me jump and then I saw my Mom's brown eyes staring down at me. She was in a bathrobe with her hair still wrapped in a towel

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay I was just listening to my music."

"Are you sure you want to go out?"

"Of course. Hurry up I'm getting hungry." I said with a grin which she returned.

As she left my room the dressing gown parted when she walked allowing me a view of her smooth legs. I knew I was going to be horny all night. 

About an hour later we were ready to go. My Mom had made a real effort wearing a red dress and heels. Whilst the dress length was conservatively to just below the knee the dress hugged all her curves and had a neck line that allowed a view of a small amount of cleavage. I told her she looked gorgeous and in response she made some comment about not having much opportunity to dress up now days.

We called a taxi which took us to a nice Italian restaurant in town. I had meatballs whilst my mom ordered the spaghetti bolognaise. As I watched her lips surround the food rude images filled my head. Her lips puckered as she sipped the spaghetti through her mouth. She caught me watching and she laughed too presuming I was watching her struggle with the longer strands of spaghetti which she had used her fingers to push into her mouth.

As I settled the bill she reached out her hand to touch mine.

"Thank you for tonight."

"Believe me it's my pleasure," and I meant it. "Where do you want to go now?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Well Dad's not back till later tomorrow, we both have the day off and it's still early. I thought we could grab a drink at that new bar around the corner." She looked worried for a moment.

"I told you I have no money."

"It's not a problem; I told you I have been paid."

"No Mark this is too much."

"Listen, I don't know about you but it's nice that we seem to be getting on. I know I have not been easy to live with. I am enjoying myself. Besides it make a change being with a beautiful woman rather than Jeff and Mo." She laughed at that and with a fixed smile she nodded her approval.

The bar I had chosen was a lively bar, quite large with a small dance floor. Although crowded we managed to grab a sofa and sat down. 

"What are you drinking?"

"A sparkling water please." I mocked a shock expression. 

"I'm not ordering any soft drinks." Elizabeth laughed

"Oh, a Bacardi and coke then please."

At the bar I bought myself a pint of lager and ordered Elizabeth a double Bacardi and coke. Initially we sat opposite each other but as we were finding it difficult to hear each other above the music I moved next to her. Soon another couple had grabbed the other couch and I kept noticing how the boyfriend, who was about 22, despite having a hot girlfriend who was wearing a short skirt and heels, kept looking over towards my mother. 

"There are some gorgeous women in here," my Mom said "it's a shame you are stuck with me here. I can always leave if you want?" I burst out laughing, not realising she was being serious.

"Trust me you are getting as much attention as any of these girls." She looked confused.

"What do you mean?" I was feeling a little uncomfortable but carried on with my explanation.

"You must have noticed how many men have been checking you out." She just looked at me blankly. I slowly shook my head with a wry smile on my face as I took another sip of my beer. 

"Really?" She seemed to enjoy this latest revelation "But most of these guys are young enough to be my son."A smile crossed her lips.

"Well you are still hot." She laughed and smiled shyly when she saw the man opposite looking directly at her. 

As the night went on my mom started to relax a little more. We even flirted a little though I suspected she was not aware of it. I watched her as she headed back from the toilet. A man called her over and started talking to her. He was in his early twenties and his group of friends all turned to see the beauty he was talking too. I could see her throw her head back in laughter as did the rest of the party and soon she was enveloped within the group. After about 20 minutes she came back, looking a little drunk as she almost tripped over a small step. 

"New friends?" I jokingly enquired. She laughed. 

"Yes they thought we were dating. They were shocked you were my son." 

"What did you talk about?" She suddenly clammed up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She paused then looked directly at me. "Promise you won't tell your father?"

"Sure." Again she hesitated still unsure whether to speak. "They were telling me how beautiful and sexy I was." This time I grinned.

"I have been telling you that all night."

"I know but these are strangers, you just say it because I am your mom." I didn't say anything, if only she knew.

Then one of the men from the party broke away from the group and headed over with a couple of shot glasses.

"Hi, I'm Keith" he said putting the two shots on our table and started to shake my hand. "I just wondered if you two wanted these." My mom started to protest but I picked up the shot passing one too her. 




Finding Mom Ch. 02



"Cheers," I said knocking it back. Elizabeth hesitated but then with a smile swallowed it all. Her face was a picture as the taste kicked in. 

"Yuk!"

Keith and I laughed. Then he offered us to join his group. I looked at mom who seemed unsure but before anything else was said I accepted the invite. We picked up our drinks and walked over to the group of 7 or 8 lads. Before long we were enjoying more shots and mom was clearly drunk. Three men were now deep in conversation with her as Keith came to chat with me.

"Sorry, I know it's your mom but she is hot." I just smiled and took another swig of my pint. "It' your step mom I presume?"

"Yes."

I could hear my mom objecting to something and then laughing as she placed her drink down and was dragged onto the dance floor by one of the guys, followed quickly behind by 3 others. They were all laughing as they took turns grinding behind her. One of them started running his hands over the curves of her thighs and hips.

Keith himself then headed out to the dance floor leaving me, separated from the rest of the group, enjoying my beer and watching the show. After a few more tunes I saw Keith was now holding my mom in a slow dance style despite the upbeat tempo of the music. His hands started rubbing her arse and running his hands over her thighs lifting her dress a little higher. He was considerably taller than my mom and he stared intently down on her but she refused to meet his gaze. She eventually did and he leant down to kiss her full on the mouth. I heard a few comments from the group behind me about him being a lucky bastard but I watched, aroused as this young man seduced my mom. As he kissed her his hand moved to her breast which he gently caressed.

Suddenly she seemed to snap out of it and I saw her make eye contact with me. She politely pushed Keith out of the way as he tried to persuade her to remain. Then starting to look panicked she came quickly over to me.

"Can we go?" She seemed almost teary

"Of course," I said passing her the jacket. I could hear the lads behind making comments about how it was there turn for a dance and that she was going home to have sex with her son. We walked out without looking back and upon getting outside she immediately began to cry. I put my arm around her and hugged her as we walked to the near by taxi rank. As she started to compose herself she looked towards me, mascara starting to run.

"I'm sorry I spoilt your night?" 

"What are you talking about?"

"I have embarrassed you and myself, I'm so sorry." She again began crying and I stopped pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head.

"You are daft, you have not spoilt my night, in fact you made my night." She looked up and forced a smile.

"You are too sweet." Once more she paused and looked up towards me. "You are not going to say anything to you father are you?" 

"About what?"

"About those men and how I behaved." I tried to give her a reassuring smile. 

"So what, you have had a lot to drink and you were enjoying yourself?" She looked sheepishly towards me. 

"I am a married woman and I should not behave like that." She now had her eyes locked on me as if searching for something deep inside me. Unable to break the look I stared back into those hazel eyes, looking at the slightly flattened nose and those ruby red lips wanting nothing more than to kiss her right then. Instead I pulled her tighter to me, inhaling the smell from her hair mixed with her scented perfume. She felt fragile under my arms and I stood there wanting to protect her from all the bad in the world. It took me a few moments to collect my own thoughts to ensure I was not about to do something I would regret. 

Finally I managed to say

"I had a good night and so, I hope, did you. There is nothing to worry about." She leant up and placed a small, tender kiss on my lips, there was nothing sexual about how she kissed me but I wanted to open up my mouth and feel her tongue against mine. "Come on lets go," I managed as I took her hand. She did not budge but just stood there looking at me. A smile broke across her face.

"I did have a good time too; I am glad that you come home."

In the taxi Elizabeth started nodding off besides me as her head rested against my shoulder. I put my arm around her enjoying the closeness of her body to mine. As I looked down I could see her ample cleavage being support in a red bra. Despite myself I was turned on. When the taxi got home I gently nudged Elizabeth awake and I tried to support her as we stumbled to the front door in fits of laughter. 

We got into the house and I disappeared into the kitchen to make Liz a black coffee leaving her sprawled on the sofa. When I walked into the living room she was already sound asleep. Her heels were kicked off by the sofa and her legs were up on the couch. Her dress had ridden up slightly to reveal the start of her thighs. I gently prodded her to get her upstairs to bed as I knew on that sofa she would ache the following day. She barely murmured. Unsure what to do I managed to slide my hands beneath her and lifted her. She never made a sound as I carried her up the stairs. I had one hand supporting her back whilst the other was gripped around her thighs and as I struggled up the stairs I could feel the dress riding up as my hands felt the soft material underneath. 

I finally reached her bedroom and placed her gently onto the bed. Her dress had ridden up considerably with the tops of her tanned, hold up stockings clearly on view. Unable to control myself I rubbed my cock through my jeans. I moved closer deciding on what to do next. I tried to justify my next decision by telling myself that she needed to be comfortable but the truth was I wanted to see her for real. I gently rolled her to her side as I undid the zip of her dress. Then I slowly began pushing it up until her red knickers came into view. I paused, I knew what I was doing was risky but it was a one off opportunity. With that thought in mind I lowered my head towards her panties. I could detect the smell of sex; she must have been really turned on by those guys. No sound was made and so I decided to gently run my hands over her stocking clad legs and gently brushing her thighs. The material was silky beneath my hands and the thigh smooth. I heard a low murmur and I froze unsure how to explain myself if she awoke, but she never did. I changed my angle, as I now began lifting the dress over her head. Such was the concentration of being as gentle as I could so not to wake her; I failed to notice what now lay before me until I had finally fully removed the garment. My mom was now stretched out before me in a pair of red, transparent panties, with a matching bra and stockings. I slid my hand inside my jeans and grabbed my solid cock. 

My heart skipped a beat as she stirred and then with her eyes firmly shut she said something that at first I was unable to hear. Then she repeated it.

"Tim." In her dreams she thought I was my father. Her hand reached out blindly and I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as I shushed her back to sleep. "Mmm," she purred contentedly. Then her hand reached out once more against my jeans blindly grabbing the bulge of my erection. Although still sound asleep she started rubbing me. Although shocked I looked at her lying there before me. I gently lifted her hand away as I undid my jeans lowering them and my boxers to the floor before replacing her hand on my hardened cock. I heard her moan in delight and I was soon doing the same as I watched her lacquered nails working there way up and down my shaft. I moved my own hand across her breast, again she moaned but her eyes remained shut. I leant forward and pulled down the lacy, bra material. Her nipple was now inches from my face. I moved closer letting my tongue caress the tip before greedily taking it whole into my mouth. Panic as she stirred but her hand continued rubbing my very erect penis and her eyes remained firmly closed. I was here with my mom rubbing me up as I sucked her nipples, my fantasy was coming true. 

I was now too far gone, if she awoke now I was not going to be able to explain this away. I wanted more. I slid a finger inside her panties and brushed her pussy lips, which were soaking. Suddenly she stopped pulling my cock and she gasped. I thought I had blown it but then with a purr she started pulling my cock once more. This time I slipped a finger inside her wet pussy, she gasped but continued rubbing. Her warm juices covered my fingers and I slid a second finger inside. I started circulating around her clit then she let out a yelp as her back arched and I felt more warm juices sliding down my fingers. 

She had cum in her sleep and I heard her purr once more as she went back into a deeper sleep leaving me stood there with my hardened shaft. I unhooked her bra and stood above her looking at the perfect form below me. I grabbed my cock and furiously rubbed until I was close to climax. I then grabbed my cock through my short so not to make a mess. I watched her breast moving gently up and down in rhythm to her breathing before finally climaxing in my shorts. 

Regretfully I covered her in a duvet whilst I went to bed. 

The following morning I woke up feeling a little ropey but with the memories firmly embedded in my head. I went downstairs to see Liz sat on the sofa, still in her dressing gown, watching TV. 

"Morning sleepy, how are you?"

"I have felt better." I replied as I grabbed myself an orange juice from the kitchen, "you?"

"I feel terrible, "she said yet managing to look terrific considering the state she was in. "I remember just about leaving the bar but not a lot else. I laughed with more than a little relief.

"That's the fresh air." She laughed.

"I don't even remember getting to bed." Did she suspect something? I pointed at the cold cup of coffee. 

"Well I made you that but when I come out of the kitchen you had already gone to bed."

"Well thank you for a good night," she said leaning over to peck me on the cheek. Then she looked serious. "What do I tell your farther."

"Just tell him we had a good night."

*

Thank you for all the feedback from the previous part of this story. If the response is anything like the last I will release another chapter.



Finding Mom Ch. 03



It was fast approaching the second year at university. Over a year had passed since I started having erotic webcam sessions with my mom. Whilst I could go into unnecessary detail about what had happened during this period, like most things, it became a matter of course.

What I will tell you is I was still having regular conversations with my mother, under my alias and whilst not always, we would sometimes have fun together on the webcam, which would usually leave at least one of us, usually me, cumming on screen.

My father had been spending more time away but because of the close relationship I had developed with my mother I didn't really notice too much but during the non erotic encounters we had on 'Instant Messaging' she would often tell me how lonely she was. This was not just because my father was away so much, she was also upset because I had also started spending less time at home, something she had never told me directly but often told my alias. I had not visited so much due to the large volume of work I had, well at least that is what I told my parents. The truth was the situation I had got into with my mother when she was drunk was never likely to be repeated. As a result I found myself leering at her, which I am sure she had started to notice. I knew I could not have her and felt guilty as I knew this was my father's wife. Yet when I was away, under my alias we shared an intimacy I would never get at home and because it was just a webcam there was little emotional attachment, just lust.

The best of the situation was my mother never asked to see my face, either because she was not bothered or because it was unnecessary to her. She would often ask to watch me stroking my hard cock or occasionally turn around to check out my arse but otherwise that was it. More and more though it was becoming just normal IM chats, without webcam, where she would tell me about her life and what she had been up to.

As for my time at university I was now driving having passed my test about 3 weeks before and had managed to save up enough money to buy myself a battered looking Ford Fiesta. I also had a girlfriend of sorts. Her name was Lucy and she was a Business Studies student. She was 19, petite at just 5' 3", curvy but with breast that were in a 'D' cup which looked huge, especially as she liked to wear low cut tops. She was a friend of Mo's girlfriend, as he was now hopelessly in love and I had often seen her around the union bars. Like most blokes I was constantly checking out her gorgeous tits. Thanks to Mo we got chatting whilst out clubbing together and we had been a couple since. She liked getting attention from other men but would take it no further due to her loyalty to me. 

We had been seeing each other for over two months now. My mom thought it was a wonderful thing and wanted to meet her almost immediately, something which I had managed to put off up until now. One of the reasons for being so reluctant for them to meet was I did not feel right in letting the woman I fantasized about and shared so much intimacy with meeting a girlfriend of mine. 

Secondly, if I was perfectly honest, I had no idea how I felt about Lucy and I did not consider that we were an item. I still flirted and occasionally slept with other women and I rationalized this by knowing I would not be bothered if she did the same. 

I had one last exam to do before I was to go home. I had arranged with work to have three weeks off over the summer so I could spend a little time at home and I was also due to stay at and meet Lucy's parents. She seemed to think this was a sign of commitment where as I saw it as a chance to have regular sex.

Then one night something happened that was to reshape the rest of my life. 

I was sitting in bed looking at my laptop when I saw on my IM, my mother's name appeared. I typed a message.

•HEY SEXY, HOW R U?

After a few moments I had a reply.

•IM GOOD THANKS, U NEVER GUESS WHAT I DID TODAY

I had no idea what she was talking about.

•GO ON

•I GOT A TATTOO

I was shocked, I never imagined that she would ever get something so extreme done.

•REALLY?

•HAHA YES

•WHAT DID YOUR HUSBAND SAY?

•HE DONT KNOW

I had no idea what had possessed her but I was pretty sure Dad would not be impressed.

•THAT WILL BE A SHOCK

•I DONT CARE ANYMORE HE IS NEVER AT HOME ANYWAY, HE PROBABLY WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE.

•WHERE IS IT?

•HAHA GUESS?

•I HAVE NO IDEA

•JUST BELOW MY PANTY LINE

I was shocked but I was still turned on.

•WHAT IS THE TATTOO OF?

•ITS JUST A SMALL BUTTERFLY

•CAN I SEE IT?

•HAHA NO IT IS IN A RUDE AREA

•I THINK ITS A BIT TOO LATE TO BE SHY, LOL

•WHERE IS YOR WIFE?

•SHOPPING

•OK

There was a pause as an advert for a new car appeared before it changed to show my mom sitting in her bedroom at home. She smiled and waved, I was going to wave back but then realised my camera was still off. She never even requested it.

•HAHA OK YOU GOING TO SHOW ME THEN?

She mockingly sat there as if contemplating the question. Then she stood back so her body was in the camera shot. She undid her jeans and lowered them to out of screen shot to reveal a pair of little blue panties. 

•MMMMM U LOOK SO GOOD

My cock was instantly hard and like so many times before I started stroking it as I considered what it would be like to feel the warmth of her body against mine. 

Then she lowered her panties. The tattoo was tiny, I could just make out the blue butterfly but what was more of a surprise was she had now completely shaven and her pussy lips were prominent. I rubbed my cock harder as I looked at her. 

•U LOOK SO GOOD

•U LIKE

•I LOVE IT

As I said it she inserted two fingers deep into her pussy and after rubbing a short while, she showed them to the camera. They sparkled as the wetness was obvious. 

•I WOULD LOVE TO TASTE YOU

•I WANT YOU TO TASTE ME.

•I BET THE TATOOIST LOVED DOING THAT

•I GOT EMBARESSED. EVEN THO IT HURT HE KEPT 'ACCIDENTALLY' BRUSHING AGAINST ME AND I WAS GETTING WET

I was now rubbing vigorously as I imagined the tattooist brushing his hand against her wet pussy lips.

•DO YOU THINK ABOUT OTHER MEN FUCKING YOU? 

This had come into our conversations more lately, when we had discussed fantasies and stuff.

•SOMETIMES

•ANYONE IN PARTICULAR?

I could see her ponder the question. I knew it was extremely unlikely but I wondered if I would get mentioned.

•THERE IS THE POSTMAN. HE IS CUTE

I was a little disappointed. I knew the man in question but never considered him as my mom's type.

•EVER DONE ANYTHING ABOUT IT?

•HAHA NO THO I HAVE SEEN HIM LOOKING AT ME WHEN I OPEN THE DOOR

Then I decided just to ask her outright.

•HOW ABOUT YOUR STEP SON?

•WHAT ABOUT HIM?

Even though she asked the question she knew what I was talking about, I could see her pondering the question.

•EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HIM?

•IM HIS MOM

•SO?

•ITS WRONG

•SO?

She seemed to be looking for a reason not to answer the question. Then with much excitement she answered.

•YES

•REALLY?

•I KNOW I AM BAD BUT HE IS SO LIKE HIS FATHER AND HE IS NICER TOO

•DOES HE LIKE YOU?

She looked shocked.

•NOT LIKE THAT

•ARE U SURE? HE IS A TEENAGER AND U R VERY SEXY

•NO, NO, I THINK HE LOOKS AT ME SOMETIMES BUT NO MORE

•DO YOU WANT HIM TO TOUCH U?

•SOMETIMES, YES BUT IT IS WRONG

My cock was throbbing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

•DO U GET WET THINKING ABOUT HIM?

She went silent, almost scared to answer.

•YES, SOMETIMES. I AM SO LONELY

She added by way of justifying herself.

•ITS OK IT IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF

•BUT I AM HIS MOTHER

•SO, U HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG

She looked upset but I was hard and horny at this latest revelation. 

•WHEN DID U THINK OF HIM LAST

•TWO DAYS AGO

•DID U TOUCH YOURSELF

She seemed resigned to just answering my questions, no matter how intimate.

•YES

•LIE ON YOUR BED FOR ME

We had done this numerous times over the last year; she knew just the right position to allow the cam a full length view of her. She could no longer reach the keyboard but I knew she would follow my instruction.

•I WANT YOU TO TOUCH YOUR PUSSY FOR ME

She started rubbing her cliterous with three of her fingers.

•RUN YOUR HANDS UNDER YOUR JUMPER AND LIFT IT SO I CAN SEE YOUR BRA

She did so revealing a sky blue bra that matched her panties.

•I WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT YOUR SON CARRESSING YOUR BREAST AS HE SLOWLY INSERTS HIS FINGERS DEEP INSIDE YOUR WET PUSSY

Her eyes were firmly closed as she started squeezing her breast. The nipples were obviously hard and her touch was getting firmer as she caressed them. In the meantime her other hand was working ferociously at her pussy. She had fours fingers in there now. Never before had I seen her so worked up. Her lips mouthed silently on the camera although it was obvious the pleasure she felt. Her face contorted with each stroke arousing her senses. I had shot my load watching her but despite the mess I watched fascinated as my mom continued touching herself whilst thinking about me. Then she arched her back as she began to climax. Unlike in previous sessions she continued rubbing and her face repeatedly contorted as one after another the climaxes came. Eventually she stopped and a smile crossed her lips. She came and sat next to the computer.

•IM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY

•IM GLAD U ENJOYED IT, I KNOW I DID

•I NEED TO GO AND CLEAN UP

•OK AND DONT FEEL BAD U R VERY SEXY.

With that the screen went blank and her IM name disappeared.

All this happened on a Friday and with my final exam on the Monday, I went home on the following Tuesday and as usual Dad was away and not due back until Friday night. Mom had taken a week off to spend some time with me and we just spent time catching up. It was good and as usual I couldn't help admiring her easy going nature, bright eyes and smile but all the while my guilt was growing. Then on Thursday we decided to have a movie night in. We bought a couple of bottles of wine and some beer for me. I was forced to choose the movies and went for some gentle comedies which I thought we would both enjoy.

As we sat there the drinks were flowing and we really began to relax. My mom was sat close to me, her legs curled up on the sofa beneath her resting against my thigh. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a white vest top which allowed her bra to peek out on occasion. I knew from the right angle I could see right down her top. These thought and many others, when paired with the alcohol left me feeling more than a little horny. I was glad I was wearing pants that restricted the bulge that was developing. I looked towards the table and I could see she was already well onto her second bottle of wine and I knew she must have been feeling a little tipsy herself. 

As I looked over she turned to catch me staring at her. She laughed in anticipation of me saying something funny.

"What?" She asked with a soft giggle. At that moment I was overwhelmed by lustful yearnings which I was desperately trying to suppress.

"Nothing," I managed to reply whilst returning her smile.

"Go on," she now seemed a little more serious. My mind raced to think on what to say, should I just open up and tell her how I felt or just continue with this deception? I was unable to think clearly and my senses were made even duller by the alcohol. 

"Nothing." Without thinking I grabbed her foot and started tickling her. She was caught off guard and squealed as I continued the torment. Amongst the laughter I could hear her yelling me to get off. Watching her squirm across the sofa relieved the tension I felt and I burst into laughter. This set her off and we laughed until our sides hurt. As I relaxed my grip on her foot she saw this as an opportunity to lunge towards me, pinning me down as she tickled my sides. Even through the laughter I could not help but be excited by her body being so close to mine. Her top frequently allowed views of her cleavage which no matter how many times I saw, still constantly aroused me. I could feel her breath upon my face and smell her perfume. I could so easily just raise my head and nuzzle her neck. 

After a few minutes we untangled ourselves, amongst the giggles and tears still streaming down our faces. Idol threats promising payback at some future dates were passed back and forth. It was during this banter that I made the biggest mistake of them all.

"What did Dad think of your tattoo?" I asked without thinking, whilst I wiped the tears from my eyes as mom was straightening herself up. She stopped dead from what she was doing and with all the humour suddenly gone from her face she glared at me.

"How do you know about that?" There was anger in her voice, something I had never heard from her before. I stared at her blankly realising my error, desperately trying to think of an excuse.

"Dad told me."

"Liar!" she screamed "He has not seen it yet."

"Then you must have..."

"No" she interrupted "I haven't told anyone." It was now that realization dawned on her. She looked at me in horror. Almost silently she said it, "except one other person."

In my fantasies, and if most of the stories on this site are to be believed, then my mom upon making this discovery, should have realized her true feelings towards me and fell into my arms. The reality was so much grimmer and is as far away from this scenario as is possible. You can not imagine the hurt and anger that I saw in her eyes. The unbelievable truth that you know will destroy even the strongest of relationships. In that moment I knew I could not hurt anyone as much if I had set out on a wanton path of destruction to destroy their feelings. I stood there feeling ashamed but also rejected, at my own stupidity. What other outcome was there ever truly going to be.

"It was you" she almost spat at the top of her voice, the venom clearly audible within her voice "You are Paul?" I had no answer, no excuse. I just watched as the woman I fantasized about, my own mom stood there realising that I was the one who had asked her to perform all those lewd acts. Her legs buckled and she collapsed on the sofa, bringing her hands to her face as she sobbed. All the feelings of guilt and the knowing of the fallout that this situation would bring about were now clearly brought to the fore. I sat down besides her and tried to put a comforting arm around her.

"Don't touch me," she screamed through the tears. Her face was red with rage and emotion. She stared coldly into my eyes. "You are a fucking pervert; I want you out of my house now." I stared back, full of shame and remorse though not for myself but to how I had made her feel. There were no words, no more lies that could ever repair the damage done. 

Without a word I stood up and went upstairs to pack my things most of which were never unpacked. Within a few minutes I was done. I picked up my bag and walked back down the stairs. My mom who was still crying, never once turned to look at me. As I reached the front door I opened it before looking back for one last time. 

"I really am sorry," was all I could think of to say.

"Just get out." 

Having had a few drinks I moved my car to a nearby lay-by where I spent the night and then I drove to Lucy's where I spent the remaining time of my holiday. Not wanting to tell her the truth I told her I had missed her so much and that I had to see her. Like music to her ears she clearly saw this as a sign of my ever increasing devotion to her but obviously I kept her completely in the dark over what had really happened. On the Friday night my phone began to ring with the name 'Dad' on the screen. I thought about ignoring it but knew I would have to face the music sooner or later. My hands shook as I hit the answer button. 

"Hey son where are you? I thought you were going to be here this weekend?" There was a sense of disappointment in his voice but he was obviously unaware of what happened. I even considered telling him to get it into the open but cowardly kept quiet.

"Sorry Dad, I promised I would take Lucy out."

"Getting serious is it? Just do yourself a favour son, be sure that it is what you want before you settle down." It was a strange thing to hear from my father and I laughed it off.

"Don't worry Dad; I don't have any intention of that just yet."

"How's the car?"

"It's a scrapheap but with all the overtime you are on I'm waiting for you to buy me another one." This time it was my father's turn to laugh. 

"You'll be lucky; as long as it goes it will be fine." 

As we chatted I again felt remorse for what I had done. It was good to talk to my Dad, I was always able to confide in him in the past and I wanted that now, more than ever but knew it was one of the many prices I would have to pay for what I had done. If anyone deserved happiness it was him, he worked hard, helped me out whenever he could and in return I lusted after his wife. 

Soon I was back at work, back at University and desperately trying to get uninvolved with Lucy who had become increasingly clingy. Since the incident I had not been home and occasionally emailed my Dad who must have assumed I was still contacting Mom. Since he was away so often he would usually be talking to me at a hotel room somewhere. I knew mom would be alone and upset but I had no option than to keep away. 

It was about four months after the incident when I was having a drink in our rented house with Jeff and Mo when my mobile went off. Without looking I picked up and hit answer.

"Hello" I shouted above the din of music as Mo was trying to 'shotgun' a can of lager.

"Is that Lucy again?" I heard Jeff yell in the background "Tell her to give you a rest dude." Mo with beer dribbling down his top burst into laughter, spraying lager everywhere.

There was nothing and I looked down and saw the name on the phone 'HOME'.

"Hello," I heard the woman's voice from the lowered phone and I began to shake.

"Hello, Mom?" Jeff and Mo both looked at me and then each other before laughing. 

"Mark tell your Mom she is hot," shouted Jeff.

"Ask her if she likes Indian?" bellowed Mo as they congratulated each other on their high jinx. I got up and left the room for some quite with the guys still yelling comments from the lounge. 

"Sorry about that." I said as I entered my own room. There was a silence.

"Sorry Mark, is this a bad time?" She was softly spoken and obviously upset. After what seemed so long she was still very emotional. I knew I had hurt her badly.

"No it's fine; we were just having a quiet drink in."

"Still partying then?" she tried a small laugh but there was no real emotion in it.

"Afraid so," I knew there was something hanging there between us but I was too scared to bring it up. 

"Still with Lucy?" It was just small talk and we both knew it.

"Yes." Without pressing further she moved on and I knew this was the real reason for the call. 

"Has your father been in touch?" 

"We haven't spoken in a few days, why?"

"Despite everything that has happened I want you to still stay in touch with him. He loves you very much." 

"I know," was all I could think of to say. Even despite everything she was still thinking of others. It was time to bite the bullet.

"I am so sorry; I know I have hurt you so much." In my mind I had prepared numerous speeches that would win her over but in the cold light of day these words seemed empty. "I never set out to hurt you."

I was expecting some more yelling and screaming but there was silence at the other end, I could hear what sounded like sobbing.

"We have both been guilty of stupid things," she finally said. Maybe there was a chance of rebuilding my relationship with my mother after all. "I think it is best that we don't see each other again though." With that she put the phone down. I knew she was upset but I had always hoped we could regain the friendship we had shared in the recent past, obviously less the sexual edge. 




Finding Mom Ch. 03



For the next couple of days I was completely lost, in a constant daze. I knew I had screwed up but I never dreamed that it would come to this, been cut out of the family. Lucy spent all her time trying to cheer me up but if I was honest I was finding her more and more annoying until I finally told her it was over. I knew I was cold and I was taking it out on her but I didn't care, my life was a mess. 

By the third night my feelings had turned to bitterness and resentment. How could my Dad just kick me out like that? I knew he would be angry when he found out but I never envisaged him disowning me. As for my mom, well she wasn't innocent either, she had no idea who I was yet she was happy parading herself on cam. My phone rang out and I looked down to see my Dad was calling me. All emotions suddenly fled leaving me in a cold sweat. I knew things had to be explained and resolved but now that moment was here my mind was a blank. I was visibly shaking as I picked up, barely able to keep the tremor from my voice.

"Hello."

"Mark, are you okay?" His voice seemed cold and the question was not really a question merely formality. "We need to talk." I wanted the ground to swallow me up there and then.

"I know."

"I take it you have spoken to your mother?"

"Yes and before you say anything I am really sorry..."

"What are you apologising for? It was my decision." I was suddenly very confused, somewhere our lines were crossed. 

"What do you mean?"

"You know I love your mother, I really do but not like a wife anymore."

"Dad I'm confused."

"She told you I had moved out, right?" I was in shock and tried to process this new information. Things started to make a little sense but I did not want to jump to any hasty conclusions. 

"I never knew it had got that bad."

"That why I haven't been at home so much of late. I'm sorry son." 

"So is there someone else?" The silence at the other end said it all. "Who is it?" After another long pause he said,

"Someone I met on business." It was my turn to be angry and days of emotion spilled out.

"You are a fucking disgrace Dad, you have a wife and son that love you but you can't keep it in your trousers can you. Lets be honest she isn't the first is she?" Again silence "Well is she?" This time the raw anger I felt showed through. For a minute I thought he must have hung up then I heard a heavy sigh. 

"I'm sorry; I've made a mess of everything again." The tears were clearly audible down the phone. "I'm sorry son, I will leave you alone." This time it was my turn to pause and take stock of the situation. He had screwed up and he knew it, he had called me probably dreading this very reaction yet just a few moments ago I had felt the very same but I would never have had the balls to make that call.

"I love you Dad but yes you have fucked up." I was now calmer, probably calmer than I had felt in weeks. "So what happened?"

With that he went on to tell me about how things were with me and my mom and how he couldn't resist flirting with other women. As he went on I realised how much a like we were, sharing many similar traits. When he told me that he found my mother was no longer adventurous enough for him I held my tongue. We shared a few tears as we promised we would stay in touch and if this latest woman was to be the real deal and then maybe, one day I might even go and meet her as well, though I doubted that would ever happen. 

When I put the phone down I sat in my room, dumbfounded by what had transpired and then I realised that when Elizabeth had called me she must have just been told by my Dad. No wonder she had acted so oddly, she must have been devastated by this latest news on top of everything else. She had always told my alias how lonely she felt but was lucky to have such a loving husband and son but now it was all gone and this was the realization of her nightmares. I made a decision then to pack up my car and drove home during the night. 

When I finally left the motorway, just a couple of miles from home I realised I had no plan. I had no idea how she was going to react, whether she would let me enter the house or even talk to me. My motives were purely that of a concerned son, nothing more though I imagine there will be doubters out there. In such a situation there was nothing but raw emotion and a need to ensure she was safe.

As I pulled up to the house it was just gone 1am. The living room light was still visible through the drawn curtains. As I walked up the drive I hesitated outside the door, still unsure as to what I would say. I rang the bell ready for a confrontation. 

"Who is it?" I heard in a croaky voice.

"Mark." I stood there not knowing whether to say more like trying to explain myself or just beg forgiveness. As it happened I didn't have to do anything. I heard the door unlock and it swung open to reveal a teary eyed, mother who just flung her arms around me before breaking down with her head against my shoulder. 

I gently ushered her back into the lounge shutting the door behind me and I sat us down on the couch where she continued to cry. After a few minutes I could hear her trying to talk but the tears took the words before they could properly form. I just carried on hugging her and slowly her breathing became less heavy and the sobs became less teary. Finally she looked up to me, her eyes red from all the crying, her hair dishevelled and no make up yet she still looked beautiful. 

"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you again," she managed trying to force a smile. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" I was a little angry but not for myself but because I knew she needed me.

"I didn't want to come between you and your father, besides with everything that has happened I didn't know how to react." She shivered as she chocked back another bout of tears. 

"Hold on." I said sternly and with that I rushed upstairs and grabbed the duvet out of my room and bought it down to her. "Right then, want a cuppa?"

"I can do it," she said as she tried to get up but I gently but firmly pushed her back down and put the duvet around her. 

"I'll be back in a minute." I went into the kitchen and made two mugs of tea. As I bought them in she wiped her eyes on a tissue.

"Sorry, I look a mess."

"You look good to me," before realising the words had slipped out. Without intention I had bought up the taboo subject between us. I felt awkward and obviously so did she.

"Look, you know I love you but I am, or was, your mother," she said by way of explanation.

"I'm sorry, I meant nothing by that honest, I'm only here because whatever you think of me I still care about you," and then I quickly added "as a son" so there was no misunderstanding. She suppressed a laugh and so did I realizing that no matter what I said something could be read into it. "I think I should shut up." I finally said "before I make an even bigger hole." This time she did laugh and snuggled up to my arm.

"I'm glad you are here."

"You are my family, I will always be here." 

We chatted until 3am as she gave me her side of the story about Dad and we even discussed some of our issues. This was mainly me been apologetic whilst she told me about family loyalties almost adding further guilt to my already large burden, until she finally fell asleep on the couch. I left her there in my duvet whilst I went up to my old room and slept in a coat I had brought with me. 

The next day I awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking and came downstairs to what on the outside looked like my mother being her old self. Stood by the cooker splashing fat over the cooking eggs I couldn't help but notice the tightness of her skirt around her butt. Immediately I scolded myself for even briefly considering the possibility after everything that had gone on. She looked around and smiled.

"Would you like orange juice?"

"I can get it."

"No you don't just sit down there." She nodded her head towards the dining table. "I will bring it over in a minute." I did as I was ordered and went to sit down. A few minutes later my mom joined me and we sat to eat a cooked breakfast.

"So what is your plan?" She asked as I finished off my final bit of toast

"What do you mean?"

"Well how long are you here for?" I laughed as I looked at her serious face.

"Why, are you trying to get rid of me already?" She smiled but a sadness remained in her eyes.

"No of course not but I don't want you to miss out on your studies because of me?"

"Don't be daft; I'm here as long as I need to be. Besides I have study leave." The last part was a lie but I didn't want her to needlessly worry and she never questioned it.

"What about Lucy?"

"What about her?"

"Does she know you are here?"

"No we split up."

"Why?"

"I'm just not ready to get serious with her; I just don't have the same feelings for her that she shows me."

"I hope you were honest with her." I could see she was getting teary again. I guessed this line of questioning must have been provoking some of her own memories. I smiled at her sadly.

"A little too honest I think."

"It is better than living a lie." With that she stood up and took the dishes to the sink. I could see her back shaking as she started crying once more. I stood up and gave her a hug.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked trying to sound enthusiastic. She just shook her head as she wiped the tears. "C'mon let go out I bet you have been locked up in here for days." The crying had stopped and I could see the briefest of pauses as she thought about the idea. "Get your coat we can go shopping, my treat." 

Before she could protest I helped her put her jacket on and bundled her out of the door and into the car.

We spent most of the morning walking around women's clothes stores and although I was completely bored out of my mind I could see she was almost happy to be out without being stuck at home, alone with just her own thoughts. We stopped in a coffee shop and I was relieved to be sat down though I was unsure if I could continue again after this rest. 

"You seen anything you like?" I asked as so far we had purchased nothing.

"No, not really."

"What do you mean not really?" I mocked a stern attitude "Don't make me walk around these shops all day for nothing." She laughed and her eyes lit up. Despite myself all the old feeling came rushing back.

"Well there was a dress I saw but I can't afford it. Especially now with your Dad gone..." Before she could go down that path I quickly brought her back to thoughts about the dress.

"I told you I will get it."

"No Mark."

"What shop was it?" She pointed as it was just visible from where we sat. "Even better, I get a staff discount there." I lied but it was worth it to see the smile on her face. 

"No Mark, you can't it is too much." Despite the protest we both knew we were going to buy it. We finished our drinks and headed to the store. She went over to the rail and picked out a black dress, similar to the one she already owned but I was not going to say anything. She held it by the hanger as she draped it across her.

"Do you like it?"

"Looks good," was all I managed without making it blatantly obvious how sexy I thought she would look in it.

"I need to try it on."

"Sure, I'll wait." I grabbed a seat as she disappeared into the changing room. After a few minutes I heard her voice behind me

"How does it look?" I turned to see her stood there in a dress that once more hugged her curves. If possible it was shorter than her other black dress though it was hard to judge since she did not have any shoes on. She gave a twirl before returning to face me. "Well?"

"You look beautiful." Again I felt an awkward silence but she did not seem to notice and she happily went back into the changing room.

When she came out I took the dress up to the till whilst she was busy looking at handbags and paid the full cash price. All the way home we talked, not once mentioning my father or anything that felt awkward between us. We even stopped off for a takeout so neither of us had to cook. Once we got home I was glad to sit down and eat before dozing off on the couch.

The next few days were like that. I tried to keep her occupied by going out for drives to old manor houses and their gardens or parking up somewhere with a picnic and going for walks. She seemed happier although on the odd occasional she would still break down after some unintentional reminder. We were starting to regain the closeness we had previousl6y shared but as we did I could also feel the old feeling creeping back in and I desperately kept these feelings suppressed. I was actually enjoying myself in her company and had no intention of hurting her again.

I must have been home for nearly two weeks. I had already received a phone call from my university asking why I had stopped attending class. I explained that my parents were going through a separation and that there were a lot of issues. While they were sympathetic they said if I was off much longer I would be unable to catch up on my work and I would be off the course. Then one night as we sat there watching TV Elizabeth turned to me and said

"Mark, you need to go back to University." I looked up a little worried as to why this sudden turn of events.

"Not until I know you are okay." She leant forward and kissed my forehead. 

"You have no idea how pleased I was when you came home on that first night. I had already considered some stupid things and then you showed up." Her eyes had become puffy as she controlled her emotions.

"That's why I'm here." She wrapped her arms tightly around me. Then she pulled back and looked directly at me. For a second we both sensed something had passed between us. I could tell in her eyes she had noticed it too but before I could say another word she said

"Tomorrow we will go out for dinner and this time I am buying and then promise me you will go back to university." I knew I had no choice but to accept.

"On one condition," she looked unsure but nodded her head in agreement. "As long as you promise me everything is okay and you will do nothing stupid." She smiled but nodded her head. It was my turn to get serious and I held her hand as I said what needed to be said. "I also need to know if everything is okay between us. I need us to be able to talk without worrying about what I have done." Once more she pulled me close, before kissing my cheek.

"Everything is more than okay between us there is no need to worry. You have helped me more than you know." With that we both hugged and I felt truly happy.

The next night I showered and got ready in my room. As I came out there was my mom also leaving her room. She was wearing the dress I had bought her. Her legs were extenuated by the stilettos she was wearing and the dark nylons instantly took me back to the pictures I had on my laptop. The dress hugged her hips and thighs and her breast were large in proportion to her frame. The bra had forced plenty of cleavage to be put on show and a golden necklace highlighted further the bosom on show. She wore matching earrings and her hair was tied up. Her makeup left her with seemingly flawless skin and protruding lips. My mouth must have been hanging open as she just turned away almost bashfully as she gave a small twirl. 

"I take it you approve." I was unable to speak as any words that I may have let slip would have revealed the passion I currently felt for this woman.

I ordered a taxi and even the driver did a double take as my mom got into the car. The leather seats of the cab caused the already short skirt to ride up so just a touch a stocking top could be seen. Unable to help myself I kept glancing down to catch a glimpse but each time I would divert my attention upwards as the last thing I wanted was to make my mom uncomfortable. 

We got to the restaurant and we were shown to the table we reserved. 

"Can I get you drinks?" asked the waiter.

"I'll have a pint of lager please." The waiter then turned to Elizabeth. 

"Just a mineral water for me please." With that the waiter disappeared leaving us to browse the menu.

"A mineral water?" I feigned shock

"Well I don't want any excuses if anything happens." I was unsure what to make of that last statement and thought better of raising any questions in case it brought up some further, repressed memories from the last occasion we had gone out.

We ordered our food and chatted throughout the meal. It was nice to be seen with such an attractive woman that was drawing more than the occasional stare from some of the men around us. After we finished we retired to the bar area but even through the peer pressure I exerted she was stubbornly refusing to drink any alcohol. Despite myself I was gutted as I had seen how she had previously loosened up after a drink. I knew there would never be another repeat performance but I would have been able to ogle without being as obvious as when she was sober.

We sat on a small, square table, each on a side immediately next to each other. As we chatted she grabbed my hand and told me how glad she was we were talking once more. Strangely she never let go and her warm, delicate fingers felt fragile in my larger hands. She brought her hand down below the table, taking mine with her in a move that seemed very natural until it rested upon my thigh. Now her palm lay flat against my leg and my hand covered hers. She gently squeezed as she made a joke sending blood pumping into my semi hardened member. I was desperately trying to stay focused to what she was saying but I could feel her hand roaming lightly. I even released my hold on her hand and raised it back onto the table so she didn't think I was been inappropriate but her hand stayed on my thigh. She leant forward in her intensity to make a point in the conversation and my eyes momentarily looked towards the cleavage that was clearly visible. I could see that the black bra had a tiny red bow in the middle. Her lips were just a small stretch away and I watched the lips move but was unable to comprehend the words they were saying. I thought her hand began to roam a little but I knew it was my imagination.

I made my excuses and went to the toilet where I splashed a little water onto my face. I was an idiot; despite everything I still had sexual feeling towards my mom. I had thought they had passed or more precisely I had learnt to control them yet here I was about to throw our relationship away. I recomposed myself and went back out to the smiling beauty at the table.

"Shall we go?" 

"I think we should." I needed to get out of this environment; it was bringing out the worst in me. Tomorrow I would be back at university where I could do no more damage. The taxi rank was outside and with it still being relatively early there was no queue to speak of. 

"Thank you for a lovely night," she said.

"No thank you, are you sure we can't go halves though?"

"No it's my treat. It's the least I owe you." With that she leaned forward to kiss me only she missed my cheek and it lingered on my lips. I felt like my lips were about to part on there own accord but I knew it would be completely inappropriate and by willpower alone I did not respond. She never even paused as she sat back allowing her dress to ride up allowing a clearer view of the tops of her stockings. She nonchalantly looked out the opposite window to mine and I took the opportunity to take in the vision before me. Then her hand reached over to rest on my thigh.

This time I watched as her hand did indeed begin to explore my thigh, as her hand gave small gyrating circles the firmness increased. I was shocked, unable to think straight, maybe she was unaware of what she was doing or the affect it was having on me. I looked up to see her looking at me. She could tell I was confused and took my hand before resting it on her stocking clad thigh. She smiled sweetly at me but she never said a word, she just increased the circling motion of her hand so she was now brushing against my crotch area which instantly caused my member to harden. In turn I began to run my hand over her thigh. As I moved it further up I could see her becoming a bit more restless and the closer to her inner thigh I became the more I felt her hand pressure increase on my leg. 




Finding Mom Ch. 03



We were now staring at each other and suddenly we lunged towards each other. Our tongues entwined and I grabbed her head to pull her impossibly closer to me. Our tongues danced against each other and in this close embrace my hand had moved right underneath her dress. I could feel the top of her stockings and the smooth flesh above. My fingers brushed against her panties and I felt the wetness on them. Even with the intensity of the kiss I could feel her shock as I brushed against them once more.

It took a few moments to realise the taxi had stopped. The driver had turned around and must have been getting an eyeful.

"Sorry to break you two lovebirds up," he finally said. "That's eight pounds please." Both me and my mom looked at each other, both embarrassed and yet unashamed at the same time. I paid the driver and we quickly got out. We looked at each other and I reached for her hand which she placed into mine. The cool night sky was clearing my mind and I stopped to find out what was going on but she just smiled and pulled me towards the house.

As we got through the door she spun around pressing me against the door as she kissed me fully on the lips. My hand caressed her cheek; I could feel her soft hair beneath my fingers, her skin smooth to the touch. She reversed our positions whilst removing my coat and with mouths still locked guided me into the lounge. My rear came into contact with the back end of the sofa preventing any further movement backwards. Her body came closer to mine and my hands reached behinds her caressing her arse cheeks beneath her dress. She used the moment to remove her jacket, tossing it onto one of the armchairs. 

Our lips once more locked and her hands were now caressing my fully hardened member through my trousers. I lifted the back of the dress and my hand grabbed one of her perfectly formed buttocks. I could feel the lacy thong material between the cheeks. I broke from the kiss to look down at her body. Her dress was now pulled up and I moved my hands between her thighs again feeling her moistened panties against my fingers. She gave out a low moan and in turn was frantically trying to undo my trousers. I kicked off my shoes as she unclasped the latch on my trousers and as they fell to the floor I kicked them away. Almost comically I tried in an effort to maintain the mood of the moment as I removed my socks. 

She smiled at my attempt before once more resting her hand on my firm stomach. Then she slid it downwards inside my boxers where she firmly took hold of my cock. I sighed with ecstasy as she stroked down the shaft and she must have felt the precum on her hand. Then she grabbed the hem of my boxers pulling them down my legs and in doing so she was on her knees. She looked up to me with those deep, brown eyes as she kneeled before me. I reached out to touch her cleavage that was clearly visible below me. Before I could reach her tongue came out and I watched fascinated as she gently licked the tip of my penis. Then slowly her tongue coiled itself around my cock and her mouth opened up. I let out a moan as my hardened member felt her lips pass over the head and then she started taking more and more with each movement. Her hand firmly held onto the shaft as her head went backwards and forwards until nearly my whole cock disappeared into her mouth. The excitement was unbearable and as she went to take in more I held her head firmly feeling my member at the back of her throat. I could feel her gagging and as I released her head she withdrew back with her lips still firmly encasing my cock. I felt it explode and I looked down to see cum dribbling down her chin. She looked up and smiled before running her finger up to collect the overspill and then sucking it off her finger. Then delicately she leaned forwards to lick off the residue off my cock.

I wanted to return the favour and as she stood up I again lifted her dress this time pulling the panties down. Still in her stilettos she smiled and stepped out of them. I then lifted her up and carried her to the couch. As she lay back I ensured her dress was underneath her arse and I stopped for a moment to drink in what was before me. This was no longer my mom, this was an Asian princes still in hold-up stockings, stilettos and a completely shaven pussy. Her cleavage was also clearly visible and as she saw me looking she caressed her breast through her dress. I went down onto her swollen pussy lips that already glistened with her wet juices. I allowed only the most lightest of touches with my tongue but this gave her cause to let out a low moan. Slowly I increased the pressure and I could taste her sweet juices on my tongue. Still on the most external part of the citreous I allowed my tongue to delve deeper inside just parting the lips. More juices came flooding over my tongue and I resisted the urge to lap them all up there and then.

My tongue explored, each time working its way deeper and deeper inside her. I could hear her moans ever increasing but I was too busy with the task ahead to pay heed as I let my tongue explore freely within her pussy looking for every last drop of juicy liquid. I felt her fingers dig into the back of my head and my nosed was pressed against her clit then with one almighty scream, she shook violently and as if the damn had been breached more juices came forth which I greedily lapped up. I could here her protest as she pulled me up telling me she could take no more. 

As we smiled and stared deep into each other eyes we kissed once more. Already my cock was growing hard and I reached out and grabbed her hand pulling her out of the couch and towards the bedroom. 

By the time we got there I was already completely naked and I lifted the dress over her head. She went to remove her high heels but I just reached out a hand to prevent her. She looked at me with a knowing smile. She stroked my cock gently with her hand and it obediently stood to her attention. I motioned for her to lie down and she did. I climbed onto the bed between her spread legs and leant forward to kiss her stomach. I continued to kiss her upwards until I was kissing the mounds of her breast. She let out another low moan. I had wanted to kiss her nipples so badly but I knew I wanted to please her equally so I set about kissing the neck and her shoulders. The noises she made told me she approved.

She looked at me and arched her back up allowing me access to the bra clasp. I managed to undo it and lifted the bra from her body. Her brown puffy nipples were already erect and I greedily sucked on one as I used my hand to caress the other. They were obviously quite sensitive as she started to squirm and I moved my hand from her breast to again feel the sticky, wetness between her legs. She again let out small moans to the touch as I pushed two fingers deep inside her.

"I want you," she gasped "I want to feel you." I positioned my cock so it was rubbing against the outer clit. She grabbed my cock rubbing it against her. Then I slowly eased my cock inside her. She was welcoming with the warm wetness of her pussy hungrily enveloping my cock. She moaned as I withdrew then pushing back forcing myself deeper inside her. Each times her groans increased as did the depth in which I entered. 

I rolled over so I was now on my back as she sat upright in my lap. Her stocking legs felt silky smooth as I ran my hands up and down. She leant forward to allow me to take a nipple in my mouth. 

The change of position caused her to gasp. She sat back up with an even louder moans and her rocking motion on top of me began to increase. I felt impossibly deep inside her and I watched her breast bounce up and down as I stroked her creamy thighs. She was getting close now and I knew I would be close behind. She leant forward one last time to kiss me full on the mouth and as she did I grabbed her nipples and stroked them between my fingers. She sat back one last time and my hands were caressing her arse. With the increasing moans she lets out a small scream, then another which was louder and another and another. As she was coming to the end of her climaxes I again rolled her over, once more the positional change caught her by surprise as she screamed once more as I pressed deep inside. 

This is the end of this initial story although there is more material to come from future developments if anyone is interested. 

I watched her face contort with sexual excitement and I cum deep inside whilst sucking on her perfectly formed breast.

That night we made love three more times before we fell asleep exhausted. 

True to my word the following day I was packed ready to go back to university. 

"Hope you will come and visit me soon." My mom said with a cheeky smile.

"Every weekend if it's is like this." She laughed. "Besides there is always the webcam if I get lonely." I said mockingly

"Yes, there is that," only she was serious.



Finding Moms Pics



My friend Mat came over for spring break. We had lots of fun together, went to parties, bars, movies, the beach, spent most of our vacation having a great time. But we spent the last few days working on a project we had to turn in after the break. As we were working on the project we decided to look for the mp3s my brother keeps on the computer. So we started searching from folder to folder and checking what was in each one. I opened a folder called abc, in it was a list of pics that were numbered from one to twenty-six. I opened pic number twenty-six and what I saw shocked me. My mom was sitting on the sofa naked with her legs spread open showing her sweet cunt and her large tits in her hands. She was so hot, and to think I never thought about my mom that way. I looked over to Mat. He was rubbing his crotch through his pants. I didn't know what to do.

"Man your mom is so hot", he said as he was rubbing himself.

"Uh, um, well I guess so", I answered as I closed the pic.

"What are you doing", he snapped.

"That's my mom".

"So what? If my mom was that hot I would look at her."

"Really?"

"Sure" he said as he took the mouse and opened another pic.

He opened each pic, one by one, and in every pic my mom was in a different position. After a few pics I began rubbing my crotch. My cock was hardening very fast. I looked over and saw mat had pulled out his hard cock. I was shocked, my eyes were glued to the screen, I hadn't noticed he took his cock out.

"God she's amazing, I'd love to give her a hand" he said. "Wouldn't you love to taste her juicy cunt", he asked.

"Um I don't know... she's my mom" I answered, but inside I knew I wanted to taste her cunt and big plump breasts.

"Yeah but she's so hot" he said.

He kept changing the pics. My cock got so hard, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my fully hard cock out and started stroking it. All of a sudden Mat stopped stroking leaned over and began stroking my cock. At the first instant I didn't know how to react, but he stroked my cock so well, it felt so good I decided to lean over with my now free hand and began stroking his big cock.

There I was stroking mats cock while getting a hand job in return and looking at my hot mom naked.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah it feels good" I answered.

"You know what feels better?" he asked.

"What?"

All of a sudden he leaned over and engulfed my cock in his mouth. He started sucking my cock, licking it all over. I had quit a few blowjobs from girls I dated but none of them sucked like he did. His head moved up and down my hard cock, his hand cuffed my balls.  I leaned back closed my eyes and enjoyed his mouth around my hard cock.

All of a sudden I hear: "Oh my, what are you doing?!"

I opened my eyes. There stood my mom, my hot mom wearing a skirt and blouse.

"What? What's going on here? You're gay? My son is gay?"

"No mom I'm not gay!"

"Then what are you doing? Don't tell me you're not gay."

"We're not gay Mrs. Deen" Mat answers, "we love pussy, especially yours, and we see you like to show it off."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"We found naked pictures of you mom, and got really horny" I told her.

"Yeah Mrs. Deen you're a hot piece of ass."

The next thing she said shocked me. "Oh really, you like the pics?" she asked.

"Oh yeah" he answered.

"Well why look at a picture when you have the real thing in front of you?" she asked. As she said that she began unbuttoning her blouse revealing her black bra. She let her bra fall to the floor then slowly walked towards Mat. She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. Mat wasted no time pulling her ass towards him pressing his hard cock against her belly. After a few seconds and a lot of tong she stepped away and walked towards me. She put her hand on my stomach moved it down slowly reaching my cock. She started stroking it slowly. She leaned over and kissed me as she continued to stroke my hard cock. My brain was going to explode. I couldn't believe it, my hot mom was shoving her tong down my throat while stroking my hard cock. She began kissing my neck, then my chest, slowly going lower. She licked my nipples and began to descend down my belly kissing and licking my body. She lowered her face so that her lips were right in front of my cock. She opened her mouth and engulfed my cock. She started sucking it and licking it all over. She took my cock so deep into her mouth, it was amazing.

I looked over, saw Mat was enjoying watching my mom suck my cock, as he was stroking his. He walked over stood next to me with his hard cock pointed towards my moms face. She pulled away, looked up at my smiled and engulfed Mat's cock down her throat. She had a bit of trouble talking his cock as deep. Mats cock was about two inches longer than mine and thicker. She really seemed to enjoy his big cock working her mouth up and down his shaft.

My cock has so hard. It felt so good having my mom stroke my cock as she was sucking Mats cock like a pro.

Mom pulled her mouth back letting mats cock out of her mouth. She stood up unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She was beautiful as she stood there with her big breasts for us to see. 

"You boys going to stand there? or do you want to taste", she asked.

Mat went straight for her tit. He began licking and sucking her nipple. As I got closer to her nipple she pushed my head down. She pushed me down till my head was right in from of her cunt. She untied her skirt and let it fall to the floor. There was my moms cunt right in front oh my face with only her black panties in the way. I kissed her panties, feeling her crotch hair, she gave a little moan as I kissed her. I pulled her panties off revealing her hairy cunt. I pulled her lips apart gently and began licking my mom's pussy.

"Oh baby yes, that's it eat mommies pussy."

I kept licking my mom's cunt as Mat was sucking her tits. I heard him moan as mom was stroking his hard cock.

"Lets move to the sofa", mom said as she backed away towards the sofa.

She laid on the sofa with one leg on the floor and the other spread over the pillows. Her pussy was wide open and hungry for some young cock.

"Would you boys like to fuck me?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," Mat answered.

"Oh yeah," I agreed.

"Come over here baby, show mommy what a man you are," she said to me.

I went over to her, got in between her legs placing my cock right in front of her cunt. Mat wasted no time, placed his cock right in front of her face waiting for her to continue to suck his cock. She opened her mouth and took his cock deep into her mouth as she waited for me to enter her cunt. I guided my cock towards her cunt letting her feel my hard cock before pushing it in.

"Mmmm that's it baby give mommy your cock," she mumbled with mats cock deep in her mouth.

I pushed my cock into her cunt. It was the most amazing feeling. I began pumping her cunt with my cock. I couldn't believe it, there I was fucking my hot mom while she was sucking my friends cock.

"Oh yesss baby, that's it fuck mommy," she moaned.

"Man your mom is really enjoying your cock. She sucks cock like a real slut," mat said to me.

I kept fucking my mom's cunt and as she was moaning I began to speed up fucking her faster.

"Oh yes, that's it baby. Fuck mommy's cunt," she begged as she let Mat's cock out of her mouth.

Mat pushed his big cock back into my mom's mouth, she continued sucking it as she was moaning.

I began fucking my moms hot cunt faster, pushing my hard cock deep into her pussy. "Oh yes baby that's it", she moaned as she took Mats cock deep in her mouth. She was enjoying his big cock in her mouth, sucking it deep in her mouth.

"That's good, keep sucking", he told her. "Do you like sucking my hard cock," he asked her.

"Uh hu", she moaned as she continued to suck his cock.

"Do you want me to give you a treat?" he asked.

He had his cock so deep in her mouth she couldn't say a word, barley managed to nod with her head. She was enjoying sucking on his big cock as I kept fucking her wet cunt, moaning with every thrust. Enjoying my cock deep inside her cunt.

"Good girl" he said as he took his cock out and began stroking it in front of her face. "Do you want it?" he asked her.

"Yes please, please cum on my face" she begged.

It was so hot watching her beg for mats cum. I began pumping faster. I too was ready to cum. I began pushing my hard cock into her deeper and faster.

"Yes baby fuck mommies cunt hard," she said as she felt me fuck her harder. "Yes baby I want to feel your cum inside of me. Please cum in mommies cunt."

Mat began to grown as he began shooting his thick cum all over my moms face. Rope after rope flew all over her beautiful face filling her with his cum. Watching him cum on her face pushed me over the edge and I too began cuming.

"Oh yes I'm cumming deep in your cunt mom" I said as I came deep inside my mom's cunt. 

"Mmmmm yes baby that feels so good", she replied.

As I pulled my cock out of her cunt I saw her smiling at me with her cunt full of my cum and her face full of Mats cum.

We then cleaned up and got dressed. Mat came over a lot over that spring break.



Finding Mother



I

Why this older waitress should catch my eye I really do not know. But she does just the same. While I am in my twenties she must be in her fifties. She is not particularly pretty nor is her figure anything to brag about. She has faded blue eyes, Mousy brown hair and a rather slim straight body with smallish tits. But I must say even in her waitress uniform her ass does standout as a perfect round solid pleasing to the eye rump. I guess I must admit I am an ass man. My stopping into the diner every morning has become a habit. I do so enjoy watching her walk around switching her hips and wiggling that most perfect ass.

After my parents died I moved up from the city and have been living in the cabin for the last six months. My loving parents have provided for me well. We (they) owned a town house in the city and a lovely country home in which I grew up. But this summer cabin has always been my favorite. So I moved up here to enjoy the outdoors and study so I might start college next year. 

Bessy; that is her name has been a waitress here for two years. I just can not seem to get enough of her so that is way I ride my bike down to town every morning to eat at the Bessy Dew Inn restaurant. 

This Saturday morning I was late getting down and just barely got in before breakfast was over. I ate slowly and enjoyed watching Bessy wiggle between the tables going about her work. I even fantasize that she is naked and walking around just for me. I stayed as long as I could and slowly gave up my table walking out ready to return home. 

I saw Bessy come out the back door and walk toward a rusty beat up pick up truck. Since we are on a first name bases I called to her and asked her which way she was going. She said she lived up behind the Log house gas station on the mountain. I asked her if she would give me a ride as I had twisted the chain on my bike and did not want to walk all the way home. Cutting the distance by more than half would help. 

Bessy smilingly said “Sure” and I loaded my bike in the truck bed. Crawling into the cab next to Bessy set my heart to racing. But keeping my breathing under control I made small talk as we moved up the mountain. 

Bessy’s voice was low and kind of melodious like a church bell clear and easily understood. 

I kept my breathing under control but could do nothing about my raising erection. My shorts are made of soft cotton and can not hide my hardening cock. Bessy asked where I lived and I told her it was the large log cabin at the end of the hard top road. She turned and looked at me. “You own that place?” she asked.

I knew what she was really asking. She was wondering how a young man could own such a place. So I told her my parents had died and left it to me. She said she had been up that way many times when she was out walking. I jumped at this and said if she would drive me all the way up I would be happy to show her the place. A deal was made and she shifted into second to make it up the hill in her old truck. 

“Come in Please. Can I get you something to drink?” I asked trying to be a good host. Bessy accepted a cola and I had one for myself. The first thing I showed her was the terrace that stood out over the cliff. Walking through the living room, out the French doors you stood in what seem to be space. The ground drops away below and nothing to either side so it looks like you are hanging out in space which is just about what you are doing. 

It was midsummer yet up here on the shaded side of the mountain it feels cool. The breeze was easy but it felt a little chilly. I saw her shiver and with out thinking I placed an arm around her shoulders. She curled into my chest and stop shivering. “It does stay cool till mid day I said but it warms up nicely in the afternoon.”

I could see by her eyes that she was taken by the beauty of the view that starched for miles. I hugged her closer and when she looked up at me I lowered my mouth to cover hers. At first I felt her stiffen and then relax. Her lips parted to allow my tongue in. My tongue explored her warm sweet mouth for what seemed like a life time. Then her tongue darted up to meet my own. We danced and let out tongues do a ballet. 

I pulled back and looked into those faded eyes that were now not faded at all. But were bright with the flames of passion. I was not about to lose the moment so I picked her thin frame up in my arms carried her back inside. I crossed the living room and entered my bed room. Falling on the bed I once more took her into my arms. 

Bessy slipped a strong hand into my shorts. Her grip was tight and her fingers circled my erection as if they were four serpents. I slipped my hand up under the uniform skirt to find her with out panties. Her pussy was shaved and smooth as if she had known today was the day and shaved it just for me.


 She said “Let me shower first OK? I need to clean up.” I pointed the way to the bath and watched her moved her beautiful ass in that direction. I quickly jumped up and ran to the other bathroom were I washed my cock and ass and every thing in between. I even brushed my teeth. 

When Bessy came out she was wrapped in a thick towel. I was naked on the bed with my cock in my hand. She stopped by the bed and smiled at me. I said “It’s not much but I hope you will enjoy it.” 

“It is lovely. May I show you how much I love it?” she said softly.

“Be my gust” I said. Bessy dropped the towel and climbed up on the bed settling between my knees.

Bessy lowered her head till her lips were pressed to the head of my cock. Then she darted the tip of her tongue out to lick along the tiny opening at the end. She pulled down on the foreskin to force open the tiny mouth as she flicked her tongue tip along it. This was something different I had never experienced before and it was very erotic and I told her so. But I may have said it in such a way as to make it a little erotic. I said “I have had some great fucking blow jobs but you’re a wonderful cock sucker.” 

Her eyes lifted looking out the top under her brows but never taking her tongue off my cock. She then closed her eyes and slipped her mouth down the length of my cock. I felt the head stop at the throat. Then with draw until only the tip of the head was still in her mouth. Then she lowered her mouth again talking all of my cock into her warm smooth mouth. I was getting the best fucking blow job I ever had. “Holey fuck, Bessy that is great.” I whimpered. 

As good as it was I reached down and pulled her by her shoulders till she was up along side of me. “What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“Nothing, nothing at all. You are great but I need some of that pussy I know you have. “I said. 

I quickly rolled her on her back and wiggled between her legs. Her hands found my ass and she pulled at me. She was as hot and needy as I was. My erection found the mark and drove in with little resistance. She moaned pushing up to meet my thrust. We came together and there was electricity in the air. It was all around us as we pulled and pushed fighting one another yet wanting to gain the next higher plain of pleasure. It was like I was possessed I could not get enough of her. She was giving as much as she got. Bessy was the best fuck I had ever had.

She reeked with the strong odor of sex. She screamed as she began shivering climax after climax. I wanted to join her but I could not get over the hump. I was so close yet I could not reach a climax. She gripped my ass harder helping me pound down into her joyous body.

I pulled free and she knew what I wanted so she turned around and lifted her ass up in the air for me. Her head and shoulders were flat on the bed with her knees lifting her fine ass up to me. I took hold of her by the hips and pulled her back to my wet dripping cock. The cock head found her well fucked pussy and slipped back in to the very hilt. My balls swinging back and forth as I started driving into her pussy again. She pushed back to meet me and I hit bottom every time.

My eyes were focused on her tiny rear entrance. I slowed and taking my cock in hand I pulled it out of her pussy and rubbed the wet head across her tiny asshole. She said “Yes, do it.” So I pushed the head of my cock slowly into her hungry ass. That was it, as soon as I was well seated in her ass I felt my balls pull up tight under my cock. I drove in as far as I could go and let go a stream of molten lava. Filling her ass with a load saved for just such a fine ass. I yelled I was coming and she said she screamed she was too. 

Evan as I watched this older lady slip into her clothing I still wondered why she affected me so. I offered to make lunch but she said she had something she had to do. I tried to pin her down for a second visit but she said we would just have to wait and see when she was free. I took it from what she said she was seeing someone and I was just a one morning-er. I let the subject drop as she drove off in her old truck. 

I have some money and I have friends so I made some inquires and soon had a lot of information on Bessy. She was indeed fifty-four, once married. One child, a son given up for adoption at the time of birth. She owned little in the way of property except for the dinner but she did have a fair bank account. I wondered why she worked at the dinner when she could afford to live without working. 

II

I am not the best house keeper in the world so after two weeks I asked around and found a lady that cleans houses. Millie arrived on Friday morning at eight sharp. She was maybe forty, round from head to foot. A smile as bright and as large as all out doors. She looked around and said she needed to go back down to the store and get some supplies. I gave her fifty dollars and told her to get what ever she needed for today and the next time. Mille returned with two boxes of cleaning supplies. She said for me to get out of her way and she would have the place spotless in a few hours. 


I took my book and sat out on the terrace. Mille wanted to know if I wanted her to do my laundry also and I told her sure. The drapes were open so I could see Mille picking up my cloths. She came across my jockey’s and I was sure she could smell the sex on them. It came up to near noon and I asked Mille if she would like to have lunch with me. She answered in the affirmative and I was off to the dinner for a coupe of eat out box lunches. 

Bessy was at the counter when I picked up the lunches. She said “Two lunches, you have company?” I told her I had a cleaning lady in for the day. She laughed and smiled as if I were not telling the truth. I paid for the lunches and Bessy said “Gee I guess you did not know I also cleaned cottages after work.” 

I said “Bessy I would love for you to stop by and inspect the cleaning job later if you have time. Say eight tonight?” she nodded and walked off. 

Mille and I sat out on the terrace eating our lunches. I notice Mille was not wearing a wedding ring. So I asked her if she were married. She said yes but her husband had gone out for milk three years ago and had not bothered to come back. We talked about that for a few minutes and I got the impression Mille was just as happy he had not returned. I asked her about men friends and she only laughed. I asked her again and she said there were few enough men around here let alone a single one that would take up with the likes of her. I told her I thought she was very pretty and I would love to be seen with a pretty lady such as her.

She blushed and when I stood her eyes fell to my crotch and she choked when she saw my erection was pushing out my cut offs. I walked up close to where she was seated and picked up her lunch box. She jumped up saying she would take care of the trash. I followed her into the house and when she turned to place the trash in the bin I pushed my hard-on into the crack between her chubby ass cheeks. She stopped but remand bent over. I pushed a little harder and my erection was firmly jammed into her loose fitting jeans. Mille moaned and still did not stand up. So I place my hands on her plump hips and wiggled my hard-on in deeper still. “Oh, please, don’t, don’t tease me like this. You’re too young to want an old lady like me.” She moaned. 

“Mille, Baby I like what you have back here and if you will let me I’ll show you just how much I like it.” I told her. She started to cry. I pulled back and turned her around into my waiting arms. I walked her through the bedroom doors. Standing by the bed I kissed her fat little face and she kissed me back. Mille was a fine kisser. 


I took a firm grasp on her large soft round tits and squeezed hard. She about fainted as I laid her back on the bed. I got the idea she just might be one of those women that enjoy a little rough play. So as I pulled her jeans down and off her chubby legs I patted her thighs a little hard. I dropped my cut offs then pulled her to a sitting position. I pulled her t-shirt off over her head and unhooked her five snap bra. Her tits came free like to large soft melons filling my hands. I twisted the nipples and she looked up at me with a tear in her eye and a strange smile on her fat little face. 

My cock jumped to full attention pointing straight at her. I grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her face into my crotch. Her open mouth welcomed my cock all the way up to the balls. Mille took my cock deep in her mouth and she quickly did magic things with her tongue and lips. I cried “God Damn it Mille don’t make me cum yet.”

“Don’t you like it?” she murmured? 

I said “Fuck yes but I want some of that plump fat ass first.” 

I crawled up on the bed and got Mille on all fours. Her ass was wide and the cheeks were plump I wondered if I had enough cock to reach her pussy. She set her legs apart and I got up between them with my cock in hand. I fingered her pussy to get it wide open as I pushed forward. She was wet and juicy. I slipped in easy and to the hilt. Taking a firm grip on her hips I jerked her ass back into me. It was a good wet pussy just the way I like it. I took my right hand and patted her on the ass. Each pat got harder and the sound of my palm made a hell of a smacking sound. She let out little moans, while begging me to stop. But her words were not saying “STOP” to me they were words of a little girl protesting some spanking in the year past. I laid a really hard one on her fat ass and she cried out “Please Daddy, don’t, no more.” 

So I stopped and slowed my driving cock. She whimpered and she shivered giving up a climax in little jerks. I did not cum but when Mille was done she fell forward on the bed pulling free of my cock. 

I lay beside her for a long time. Then she sat up saying “I better get back to my job.” I did not want to hurt her any more and I had lost my drive. I said “Yes Mille I guess you better.” 

I did not want to be close to her any more today so I went out for a walk up the mountain side above the house. I walked, I rested and I thought about these two older ladies that had entered my life. I wanted to see each again and I wanted to fuck them each again. 

If all went well I would get my chance with Bessy later tonight. I was headed back toward the house when I saw Mille leave. The house was spotless and my jeans and shirts were all clean, folded lying on the foot of my bed. 

III

I showered and laid down to rest. I woke with a start. I thought I had over slept but the clock told me it was only six o’clock. Bessy would not be here till eight. I still had two hours before Bessy was due. 

I had been avoiding cleaning out the Master bedroom that had been my parent’s room. But for some reason I went in there and started to open drawers and look around. I tossed the clothing into a pile that I would ask Mille to get rid of for me. Maybe a church could use both men’s and women’s clothing. 

On the top shelf of the closest I found a fire proof box. I sat on the bed and opened it. There was a deed to a piece of property that I knew nothing about. A few shares of stock from a company long out of business. Then on the bottom of the pile I found a thick envelope. In the upper left corner was printed “County of Edinburgh, State home for Orphan boys.” 

For a moment I thought that maybe my parents had at one time tried to adopt a boy. Then I thought that maybe I was adopted. My hands were shaking when I open and read the papers. I was adopted. They took me home just five days after my birth to an Elizabeth Gains. There was also another paper from the family lawyer stating they had put on deposit some money for the mother. 

I was shook up and deeply saddened. I never knew I was adopted. This did not set well with me and I had many mixed thoughts and emotions.

Then I saw that the date of my birth was different from what I had thought all these years. I was nearly five months older than I thought I was. I had always celebrated my birthday in July but this said I was born in March. Strange, very strange I wondered why they would have changed the date. Letting everything stay there I came down stairs to get a beer. I was still out on the terrace when Bessy arrived. I was so happy to see her I forgot all about the box up stairs. 

Bessy looked good in a tight straight dress. It was form fitted and really looked good on her. I wasted no time in kissing her, cupping her fine firm ass and letting her know what I wanted. I told her she looked wonderful and asked her if she wanted a drink. She said yes to the drink and I fixed two highballs. Hand in hand we walked out on the terrace. 


Bessy walked slowly ahead of me and I could not help but notice how the thin material hung around her round tight ass. My cock jumped as I remembered how I had watched it disappear into that tight ass. I have been an ass man for as long as I remember. 

Just by chance once many years ago I happen to see a man screw a woman in the ass and when I was old enough to get my first fuck I wanted to do just that. Ever since I have enjoyed the erotic taboo of ass fucking and when the girl really enjoys it as Bessy had enjoyed it I go really wild. 

I sat two empty glasses on the terrace railing. I work out and have strong arms. Bessy was standing close running her hands up my arms. “I love your arms.” She said. With this I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. I had not let the fact that there were no panty lines under her dress escape me. I knew she was naked under the silky dress. As she fell back on the bed I pushed her dress up around her waist. She parted her legs as my mouth came close to her freshly shaved pussy. My God it was a great looking pussy. I licked and wiggled my tongue in her. Paying close attention to the tiny protrusion that was her clitoris. Bessy gave me a juicy climax which I licked up enjoying every drop of her essence. 

Bessy quickly pulled the dress over her head as I dropped my last bit of clothing to the floor. Two naked bodies rolled around feeling the warmth and softness of the other. I kissed her and she kissed me her hands finding my cock. After a few minutes of rolling and thrashing around I ended on my back.

She sat across me and looked down into my eyes. My cock was up into her and she just sat there looking down at me. I flexed my dick and she squeezed it with her wonderful muscles. 

We did this flex, squeeze thing for several minutes and then she lifted herself up and down a few times. She squeezed my dick with those wonderful muscles all the way up and down. I reached down and rubbed a finger across her clitoris. I watched her eyes close in total joy. I grabbed her by the hips pushing her back and forth making my dick flop around inside her wet pussy. She yelled with joy and tried to speak but the words were distorted with moans of happiness. 

Bessy arched her back and tossed her head back so far I thought she would break her neck. Then I felt that warm flow of juices run out all over me. Down between my legs and over my belly. Bessy was coming by the gallon. 




Finding Mother



I bounced up driving deeper into her and making her squeal for joy. Bessy collapsed on me and lay in a state of complete relaxation. We fell asleep that way locked together with my hard-on still deeply embedded in her hot tight cunt. 

I woke sometime later and rolled the sleeping Bessy off me. I fixed myself another drink walking naked out on to the deck. I stood in the cool night air my cock still throbbing to the beat of my heart. 

I heard Bessy behind me before I felt her pointed little tits press twin nipples into my bare back. She was cool and her nipples were stiff. Bessy reached around and took my cock in both her hands. “You need to put this some where warm so it will explode for us.” She rested her forehead between my shoulder blades and said “It really felt good the way you did it the last times.” I told her she had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen and I would love to fuck it again. 

Then I said “Of course you can suck it first if you want?” 

“Yes, I would like that too.” She said.

A few minutes later I was standing next to the bed. Bessy was seated on the side of the bed with her arms around my waist. Her mousy brown hair was flying in all directions as her mouth worked feverishly on my cock. It was so sexy to watch my cock disappear in her mouth. At that moment I wondered if she could be my mother. That single thought shot through me like a bolt of lighting and my cock grew harder. I did not want to cum in her mouth. I wanted to feel it in her ass and watch as it gave her great pleasure. I pulled away and she smiled up at me. 

She was on all fours her tiny ass pointed at me. I applied a generous amount of K-Y jelly to her ass and my cock. Then I played the cock head up and down her tiny crack. Watching it rub over that tiny opening got me so hot I thought I was going to have a climax with out getting it in to her. But then I paused at the entrance and pushed slowly forward the tiny opening resisted at first, the cock head flatted as it pushed. Then I felt an ever so slight giving of her muscles. The pointed end of my cock passed into her as she sighed in a way that told me she was having the same feeling of pleasure as I was. 

It was funny but as my cock head slipped into her I felt the flattened head reform inside her back to its’ pointed shape. I had never felt any thing like that before it was delicious. 

Again at this moment I thought want if this woman was my mother. If I found out she was in deed my mother could I still enjoy fucking her. 


Would she enjoy fucking me? Could we live with this knowing she was my mother? I was driving myself crazy so I closed my eyes and pushed.

She went to the master shower and me to the guest shower. She was dressed as I returned to the bedroom to retrieve my clothing. She sat on the bed looking at me as I dressed. 

We agreed it best if we go out of town to have dinner. So I drove us out to the County line roadhouse. The music was a mix and the food was good. I did not see anyone I knew at first then I noticed that Millie was working at the open grill. There was a kitchen but also an open grill where one could watch as their steaks were grilled to perfection. The place was nearly full with people of all ages. I noticed a few guys at the bar looked at Bessy as we moved to the table along the wall. I guess I was not the only guy here that appreciated a nice slim trim figure. But even as these thought wiggled there way across my fuck fried brain I felt a strange tightening in my crotch as I watched Millie waddle around with her back to me. Mille had a plump ass and a great juicy pussy and I enjoyed both. 

We ate and watched the crowd mill around. There was laughter and singing as the band played a few oldies. I had not noticed how many drinks we had after dinner. We had danced a few times and we were relaxed enjoying each others company. 

At a lull in the festivities I pointed at Mille and told Bessy she was my cleaning lady. Bessy said she knew her from the diner. I got the feeling Bessy now that she knew who my cleaning lady was did not feel threatened by her or jealous. Boy if she only knew. I smiled at her she smiled back. 

I don’t know why but I asked Bessy if she owned the diner after all it was named after her. She admitted he did own it. But much preferred to let people think she only worked there and asked me not to tell any one. When anyone would ask her about it she would just say I am not the only Bessy in the world. 

I paid the bill and we were headed for the door when I saw Mille look at us. She smiled and slowly turned back to the Grill. I would see her next Tuesdays and may have to explain then what I was doing out with Bessy or maybe not. But I knew one thing Millis was only coming over to do my washing and there would be time to enjoy her fully. 

Arriving back at the cabin Bessy said she had to go home as she had pets to let out and all that stuff. So I kissed her and watched as she drove off in her battered truck. After being fucked and sucked to a frazzle I slept like a baby.

III

I woke too late to get down to the diner for breakfast so I had coffee and toast. The second cup of coffee in hand I walked to my parent’s bedroom to look through more papers. I tried to read but my mind was all fuzzy with thoughts of both Bessy and Millie both ladies were getting to be very special. I wondered if either could be Elizabeth Gains my birth mother. 

NEXT: Finding Mother II

Mother found