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Mother Knows Best

By: BobbiR



Abigail considered her son Nelson to be a sensitive boy -- tall, good-looking, but sensitive. 19 years old and about to start university after a gap year spent travelling around Eastern Europe, he, she was sure, still found it difficult to make friendships with the opposite sex. Girls had always found him attractive, of course. He had no shortage of admirers. Perhaps, thought Abigail, that was the problem. Perhaps he thought that girls would soon tire of his winning smile, piercing blue eyes, rugged jawline. Then what? Perhaps the mere thought of being a disappointment made him instantly tongue-tied and awkward, with the result that girls got the mistaken impression that it was they who were boring him rather than the other way round. 

Gosh, thought Abigail, isn't growing up difficult?

Her husband had died when Nelson was 13, in a freak accident involving a nail gun and a rather ambitious bit of DIY, and she had devoted the last few years to protecting her son from the, often imagined, horrors of being a fatherless child. Consequently, most of what she thought were Nelson's preoccupations were, in fact, her own, while what actually obsessed him she was completely unaware of. On the other hand, they were very close. Nelson had matured quickly after his father's death and had rather cleverly helped his mother through her period of mourning, so cleverly, in fact, that she was convinced it was she who had helped him. 

Nelson showed little awkwardness around his mother. With her he was open and frank -- well, fairly. He was still only 19, after all, and Abigail was 40. It was not an insignificant gap. Not that they were immediately taken for mother and son by strangers. Abigail had passed on some of her own good looks to Nelson, though she had kept her full breasts and sexy hips to herself. She could still turn heads in the street -- even if she had little awareness she was doing so. Whenever they were out together she had the habit of putting her arm through her son's, with the result that they were often taken for a couple, and a rather handsome one at that. If she was honest with herself -- which, admittedly, was rare -- she was flattered. There's nothing guaranteed to give one's self-esteem a boost, she would say to herself, so much as having a handsome young man on one's arm.

Late one Saturday night she was lying in bed with the light out, thinking of nothing much at all. She heard Nelson's key in the front door lock, the clatter of the keys as he dropped them on the hall table, his footsteps softly on the stairs as he tried not to wake her.

"Is that you?" she called.

"No, it's a burglar. Keep your mouth shut and you won't get hurt."

"You," she laughed as he came into her room and sat on her bed. "How was the party? Did you meet any nice girls?"

"Maybe..." He looked downcast.

"Maybe you did or maybe they were?"

"Maybe they were nice. I never got the chance to find out."

"Oh, Nelson."

"Yeah, it was the usual story. We would have a dance, then I wouldn't be able to think of anything to say and they'd just walk off."

His mother put her hand on his. "Oh Nelson, I'm really sorry."

Probably not as sorry as Nelson himself -- who was not being entirely truthful in any case. 

Abigail, however, knew there was something he wasn't telling her.

"Still, you had plenty of dances. It proves they find you attractive."

"I guess."

"So what is it about them that makes you so shy? You know they're not going to eat you."

He wished. 

"Of course not. It's just..."

She squeezed his hand. "It's alright, Nelson, you can tell me. Haven't we always told each other everything?"

Which wasn't entirely true, but never mind, she was only trying to help.

"It's nothing, mum, honestly." He stood up. "I'm going to bed. I'm beat."

"If you're sure." She held out her arms to him. "Give me a kiss."

He leant forward and kissed her on the lips, just as he had done every night for years, and she caressed his cheek, just as she had done every night for years.

"Good night, darling. Sleep tight."

"Night, mum."

"And don't worry. It'll come right, you'll see."

The next morning he woke still fully dressed and with a solid erection bursting his jeans. He stripped off and went into his ensuite bathroom. In the full-length mirror his cock stood out against his slim muscular body. No, he couldn't be doing with that now. He turned on the shower and ran it colder than he was used to. Within a minute or two his cock had subsided to its normal size.

The Sunday passed in the usual way, that is, with very little activity. He watched some sport on TV then cut the grass while Abigail pottered in the garden. It was unusually cloudless and they both caught a bit of sun. Later he helped her prepare dinner. They ate early and shared a bottle of wine. After stacking the dishwasher they flopped on the sofa. Neither wanted to watch TV. They were both feeling a little lightheaded from the wine.

She leant her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Don't let me go to sleep."

"I won't."

They sat in silence.

"You're very quiet," murmured Abigail after a while.

"Am I?"

"I hope you're still not thinking about last night."

"No..." 

Abigail sat up. She took his hand. "Tell me. It can't be that awful."

"I can't. It's difficult. It's not the kind of thing a guy can talk about with his mother."

Abigail smiled. "Don't worry about shocking me. There aren't many things I haven't heard before."

"I'm not worried about you. I'm more worried about embarrassing myself."

She had suspected as much. And now she could make a pretty good guess at what might be the object of his embarrassment.

"Is all this something to do with sex?" There was no use beating about the bush. The quicker everything was out in the open the sooner he would get over his embarrassment.

He couldn't stop the blush rising in his cheeks. "In a way..."

An awful thought suddenly occurred to her. "You haven't...?"

He looked at her in confusion, then light dawned. "No. No, nothing like that."

"Because you know you must use protection. I've told you..."

"It's okay," he said quickly. "You don't have to worry. I haven't even had the opportunity."

"That's a relief," his mother smiled. Then she realised what he had said. He was still a virgin. She didn't know whether to feel sorry or proud.

"Oh darling, is that what's been worrying you? It will happen, the right girl will..."

"No," he interrupted. "Not exactly."

"What, then? Tell me. I'm sure I'll be able to help."

"Well, it's..." He didn't even know what words to use. "Well, you know, girls always seem to be looking, you know, down there."

"Down where?"

"You know, my crotch."

Abigail couldn't help smiling. "There's nothing wrong with that. All girls do. It's natural. We're curious."

"I've never seen you do it."

"That's probably because I'm less obvious than the girls you know. But I assure you I do. Anyway, why don't you like it?"

"It's kind of intimidating. It's like they're measuring me up."

"I'm afraid that's exactly what they're doing."

"And it's even worse when we're dancing. I always get an erection and I'm sure they can feel it, you know, pressing against them."

"You don't have to worry about that. Girls are used to it. In any case, they probably feel flattered. I would."

"But what if, you know, it's not... This is so embarrassing... If it's not as big as they expect?" There, he'd said it. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or suicidal.

But if he expected his mother to laugh at him he was disappointed. To his surprise she took him absolutely seriously. "So that's what all this is about. I might have guessed. Nelson, you're not the first boy to be worried about the size of his cock and I don't suppose you'll be the last."

Did he hear correctly? Did his mother just say "cock"? 

"The truth is," she continued, "they come in all shapes and sizes. Which is very nice for us girls, because it would be very boring if they were all exactly the same. But the vast majority are all about the same size and I wouldn't mind betting that yours is too."

"I don't know," muttered Nelson. "In the showers it seems like most other guys are bigger than me.

"How do you know? Do they all walk around with erections?" Abigail smiled. "What a thought..."

"Of course not."

"How do you know then? All cocks are different when they are flaccid. The important thing is what they're like when they're erect. That's what we girls are interested in."

Her son looked doubtful. "Even so..."

"Exactly how big is it?" she asked matter-of-factly. "Have you measured it?"

Nelson looked horrified. "Course not." He was lying, of course, but Abigail wasn't to know that.

"Right, we'll do it now. Then you can put it out of your mind and stop worrying about it."

He looked even more horrified. "What, here, now?"

"Why not? No time like the present." She smiled encouragingly. "I'm sure I have my tape measure in the sewing box." She reached beside the sofa and pulled a small wicker box onto her lap, from which she extracted a rolled up tape measure.

"Maybe not now," protested Nelson. "Maybe I should take your word for it..."

But his mother was having none of that. She was a woman who liked things to be settled one way or the other. She was also a woman who liked to look at a man's cock. What woman doesn't?

"There's no need to be embarrassed, darling," she reassured him. "I have seen it before."

"Yeah, when I was a kid," muttered Nelson, unconvinced.

His mother took no notice. "Stand up. Let me unzip you."

He wasn't in the habit of disobeying her, so meekly did as he was told. Abigail undid the buckle of his belt and slid the zip of his jeans down. As she pulled his jeans over his hips she could see the small bulge in his boxers. Oh dear, he was right, it wasn't particularly large. But then she reminded herself that it was probably shrunken with embarrassment.

"Do you want to pull your boxers down, or shall I?" She rather hoped he would let her do it. Already she could feel her heart beating a little faster.

"I'll do it," he said quickly. He put his thumbs in the belt and started to turn away.

"Don't be shy, darling. How am I supposed to measure it if I can't see it?"

Reluctantly he faced her and slid his boxers to his feet. Abigail was understandably transfixed. True, she had seen her son's cock before, but that was years ago. Now he was a man -- with strong thighs, a hard six-pack and a man's cock.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I guess not," muttered Nelson.

"You have a lovely cock, darling, and I don't want you ever to feel ashamed of it."

"Okay..." What was he supposed to say to that?

"The problem is," smiled his mother, "I can hardly measure it when it's in that state. What we need is for it to be nice and hard."

Nelson took the opportunity to reach for his boxers. "Oh well, if it's no go..."

But Abigail wasn't having that, not having come this far. "Don't be silly. I'm sure you know how to give yourself an erection. If you tell me you don't, I won't believe you."

Now it was the turn of Nelson's heart to beat a little faster. "You mean you want me to... I can't, not in front of you," he protested.

"Just try," his mother smiled. "Close your eyes and think of some sexy girl you know."

"I can't. I know I can't. It just won't work."

Abigail put out a hand and caressed his thigh. "Would you like me to? You can close your eyes if you want."

"Oh God..." was the only answer he could muster.

That was good enough for her. With no more ado she took his limp cock in her hand and gently drew the foreskin back. The crown and slit appeared, round and smooth.

"Oh God..." repeated Nelson, his eyes firmly closed. Already he could feel his cock stirring.

Abigail moved her hand gently back and forth, covering and uncovering the crown. With her other hand she cupped his balls. She loved the feel of them, their softness, their weight. How he had grown. Her son was a man.

"Do you like that, darling?"

"Mmm..." He didn't really trust himself to speak, his thoughts and feelings were too jumbled up. An attractive older woman was stroking his cock and it felt fantastic -- the trouble was, the woman was his mother.

"I hope you're not worried about me doing this." It was as if she had read his mind. "I'm not going to go all the way, I hope you realise. This is just so that I can reassure you you're no different from other boys. It's what any mother would do." She laughed. "Well, maybe not every mother."

The effect of her stroking on Nelson's cock was becoming plain. It was already quite stiff and hard, though not, she suspected, as hard as it could be. It was no longer as easy to cover the crown with his foreskin, so she concentrated on the crown itself, the slit and the sensitive skin beneath.

"Unngh..." moaned Nelson.

Gratifyingly, his cock stiffened further. It was now almost long enough for Abigail to put both her small hands around it side-by-side. She gave the crown a few last caresses then reluctantly let it go. It stood stiff and proud.

"That's better." She smiled up at him. "I'm not sure I need to measure it, darling. You have a really beautiful cock, and I can't see any girl complaining."

"Really?" Nelson dared to open his eyes. "You're not just saying that?"

"No, I'm not just saying that," she reassured him. "I'd be a very happy girl if I knew that was waiting for me. It was as much as I could do to take my hands off it, it feels so nice and hard."

"And you're sure it's big enough?"

Abigail felt her tongue licking her lips. "Oh yes, it's big enough, believe me."

At last he smiled. He looked so pleased with himself, for a moment he looked like her little boy again.

"Thanks, mum." He leant forward and kissed her quickly on the mouth. It was as much as she could do not to fling her arms around his neck and snog him passionately. "You've no idea what a relief that is."

"Didn't I tell you you had nothing to worry about?" she smiled. "Now you'd better get dressed -- or perhaps you'd rather go and finish that off." She nodded at his still beautifully erect cock.

He grinned and pulled up his boxers and jeans. "I guess it'll keep."

He zipped and buckled up, threw himself onto the sofa and gave her a big hug. "You're the best mum ever -- and you're pretty beautiful too."

Abigail returned the hug. Actually, she might have preferred him to go to his room and make himself come. The thought of him stroking his hard cock made her feel quite weak.

That night and for the rest of the week Abigail slept badly. Try though she might she couldn't get the image of her son out of her mind. There was no doubt about it, Nelson was a man. He was a good 6 inches taller than her, his body slim, lean and hard. She could have counted the muscles on his stomach. And then there was his cock. She realised how long it had been since she had seen one. Since her husband's death, she had more or less devoted all her time to her work and to Nelson. She had felt little desire for another man. She had felt little desire, period. But there was no doubt the sight of Nelson's erect cock had stirred something inside her. She had grown used to the idea of being single, of being without a man. But maybe she had been living a lie. Of course, she masturbated occasionally. She even had a couple of vibrators. But she could have lived without them. They were only there for when she had an itch that had to be scratched.

Unfortunately now, she realised, she had quite a serious itch. Even more unfortunately, a forbidden itch. She fancied her own son. Dutifully, she thrust the thought from her mind.

The next Saturday Nelson went out as usual, to a party at a friend's house. Abigail stayed in and watched a French movie about a young boy discovering first love. It featured a few scenes of him swimming naked in a stream, which did nothing to cool her thoughts of Nelson. She went to bed early, read a travel book for an hour, then tried to sleep. When she heard his key in the front door she was surprised to see her bedside clock showed only 11.30. She listened to him coming upstairs and tried to resist the urge to call out. She didn't manage it.

"Nelson?"

He sat on the bed. "I thought you'd be asleep by now."

"It's only 11:30."

"Is it?" He seemed surprised.

"So it wasn't much of a party?"

"It was okay."

"Did you meet any nice girls?"

He smiled. "You always ask me that, mum. I don't go to parties only to meet girls."

"Don't you? I did. To meet boys, I mean." She laughed. "Alright, I promise I won't ask you again."

He looked at her in silence for a bit.

"What are you looking at? Do I have some food on my chin or something?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking what a pretty mum I have, particularly in that nightdress. It's always been my favourite."

Abigail's first impulse was to pull the duvet up over her breasts, but actually she felt more flattered than embarrassed. "Well, thank you. It's been a long time since anyone paid me compliments."

"I don't know why," said Nelson, feeling bolder. "You're a lot more beautiful than any girl I know."

"Oh, Nelson...."

"I mean it." He did mean it. He had been thinking about nothing else for a week. The night his mother had praised his erect cock, he had lain in bed stroking it, thinking of nothing but her doing the same to him. He knew it was wrong to have lustful thoughts of his own mother, but he couldn't help it. He kept seeing Abigail gazing affectionately at his cock as she stroked it to its full size. And of course he had never told her that he had had a perfect view down her top of her beautiful full breasts and nipples. Even now he could see their outline under the thin silk and low cut of her nightdress. He could feel his cock stiffening in his jeans.

"You're very quiet. Is anything the matter?"

Her voice brought him out of his reverie. "No, nothing... I was just thinking..."

"I hope you're not still worried about..."

"No, not that," he grinned. "Thanks to you. But if we're talking about last Sunday, you know, when we, I mean, you..." He felt himself getting tongue-tied.

"You mean when I convinced you not to worry about your cock?"

"Yeah, that." He still didn't know how to continue.

"So what's worrying you now?" 

Here goes, he thought. "It's just that since then, I mean, not all the time, but, you know, even like tonight at the party, and every night when I go to bed, it's like I can't stop thinking about what you did, and I mean I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it, I think about you and you making my cock hard and, well, you know, I think about you when I do it to myself."

He finally looked at Abigail, expecting to see the look of horror on her face. But to his surprise she was smiling.

"That seemed to take a lot of courage. Have you been rehearsing that speech?"

"Only on the way back from the party. Now I suppose you're disgusted with me."

"Not at all. I'm flattered. It's not every day a handsome man tells me he uses me as an aid to masturbation." She smiled wickedly. "I suppose I should ask if it works."

"What do you mean?"

"Does the thought of me make you come? Am I a good fantasy figure?"

"Oh yeah, every time."

"Good. I'd hate to think of me making you frustrated."

"So you really don't mind? You don't think it's weird me fancying you?"

She took his hand and squeezed it. "I told you, darling. I'm flattered." She was on the point of telling him that his feelings were reciprocated, that on at least one occasion during the week she had fantasised about him during a session with one of her vibrators. But no, she couldn't. Instead she decided to tease him a little.

"And since you fancy me, you'd better come here and give me a hug and a kiss." She drew back the duvet and held out her arms to him.


Mother Knows Best



He leant forward and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, but she shrugged him away.

"Not in those jeans and trainers. You'll mark the sheets." 

Sometimes it was useful to remind him who was the woman of the house. Dutifully he kicked off his shoes, unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs. Abigail noted the encouraging bulge in his boxers. 

"That's better. Now come here and give me a proper cuddle."

Clad only in T-shirt and shorts, her son slipped into the bed beside her and wrapped her in his strong arms. Oh yes, she thought, this is what I have been missing. Already she could feel his cock growing against her side. So, evidently, could he.

"Sorry," he murmured, blushing and moving away so that his cock was no longer touching her. "It seems to have a mind of its own."

"Stop worrying," she smiled, pulling him closer. "I've told you, I'm flattered."

Once again, she could feel his hard cock against her and this time he didn't pull away.

"I love you, mum," he murmured.

"I love you too, darling," she said and kissed him fondly on the lips.

He kissed her back and, without either of them really meaning to, they both pressed their lips a little harder together until the kiss had turned almost passionate. Quickly they pulled apart.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"No, it should be me saying sorry." She could feel his cock moving against her. Heat seemed to be radiating from it. "It was nice though." She touched his lips with her fingers. "You're a very good kisser."

"Am I?" He glowed with the compliment. He had always thought he was hopeless at kissing.

"You must have had lots of practice," she teased.

"Not really," he admitted. "Kissing doesn't seem to be that popular in my crowd."

"They don't know what they're missing." She kissed him again, this time deliberately lingering, gently exploring his lips with the tip of her tongue. "Do you like that?"

"Yeah..."

"Now do it to me."

He put his lips on hers, then ran his tongue along them. They felt soft, yielding. He could feel his cock stiffening further. Then her lips opened and his tongue slipped between them.

He could feel her teeth, her tongue as it gently rubbed against his. He could feel her gently sucking. Oh boy. A low moan sounded somewhere in the back of his throat.

"Now that was a kiss," she smiled. "I haven't had a kiss like that in years."

"I haven't had a kiss like that ever." He felt quite breathless. He also felt that his cock would soon burst out of his boxers.

She seemed to read his mind. "It certainly hasn't helped you get rid of that erection."

"No. I should go to bed."

"So that you can get rid of it in the usual way, I suppose," she teased. "While you think of me."

He blushed. "Oh mum."

"It seems such a shame that you have to do it on your own." 

Casually, but with her heart beating faster, she let her hand drift down until it encountered the tip of his cock. She stroked it gently through his boxers. 

Nelson wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. It felt too good. 

"Please don't do what you did last weekend. That was torture."

But she didn't take her hand away. Instead she continued stroking him, moving aside slightly so that she could get at it more easily. It felt so sexy beneath the cotton of his boxers, hidden but eager to get out.

"Please, mum..."

"Ssh," she murmured, putting a finger on his lips. "just let me touch it for a while."

She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but honestly, what harm was she doing? Her handsome son fancied her, a 40-year-old woman. The proof was under her hand, stiff and hard. Why shouldn't she give him the relief he so obviously needed?

"Just lie back and enjoy it."

His thoughts whirled. "You mean... all the way?"

"Maybe," she smiled. "But it may take a long time. I'm a little out of practice." She gently circled the crown of his cock as well as she could through the boxers and moved her hand up and down. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yes..."

"Does it feel good through your boxers, or would you rather take it out?"

He could hardly speak. "What you're doing feels just great."

"It's the roughness of the cotton, it makes everything more sensitive. And it's very sexy for me too, feeling it all hard, as if it's desperate to be touched properly."

Poor Nelson couldn't think. His cock was being stroked by a beautiful older woman. Never in his wildest dreams etc. The fact that the older woman was his mother he tried not to think about. In any case it wasn't as if they were actually fucking, was it? So it wasn't really wrong. Anyway, she was the one who started it. Not that he didn't want it either, but it wasn't as if he was forcing her. And finally, there was how good it felt. Oh God, yes. The way she knew exactly where to touch him and how hard, especially that place just below the crown and the way she teased his slit. Oh God. And now she was gripping his shaft and pumping him slowly up and down.

"I'm getting hot," he heard her say. "Let's get rid of this."

She kicked the duvet to the foot of the bed. He could see her hand at work on his cock and his hips moving to every stroke.

"That's better," she smiled. "Now we can both watch."

She slid down the bed a little and, pushing his T-shirt up, rested her head on his chest. She loved the feel of the hard muscle against her cheek. Everything about him was hard and strong.

"Lift your hips for me, darling."

He did so and, taking care to lift the waistband above his stiff cock, she slipped his boxers to his feet. His cock stirred happily in the sudden freedom.

"There, what a lovely cock you have, darling. And look how much it loves being played with. So big, so hard."

"Oh God..."

She played with the crown for a while, squeezing the slit, opening and closing it, tracing the underside of the crown where she knew it was so sensitive. It was so red and smooth, almost angry. No wonder, she smiled to herself, it will probably explode any minute.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

"Oh yes, mum. Please don't stop."

"Do you want me to make you come?"

"Please..."

"I don't know if I should," she teased. "Maybe I should stop. I am your mother, after all."

Nelson couldn't answer. He had been trying to keep the same thoughts out of his head for the last 10 minutes. He felt her hand move away from his cock and his heart sank. But his disappointment was only momentary. The next moment he felt her hand cupping his balls, her fingertips exploring between his legs. A moan of pleasure escaped him as he felt a light touch on the ring of his anus. It circled and pressed for a brief moment, then was gone.

"But I think if I stopped now it would be very bad for you," she smiled. "I'm sure it would be damaging for you in some way. After all, I'm only doing this to give you relief. I can't leave you frustrated, can I? That would be too unkind. As your mother, I should always give you what you need. I do love you, after all."

It was quite a speech, but Nelson hardly took it in. He was too busy fighting the urge to thrust his cock in and out of her hand. "Whatever you think best, mum..."

For the next few minutes Abigail concentrated on a steady pumping action, moistening her hand with her tongue to make it slide smoothly over his cock. She loved the feel of it and the sight of the red angry head appearing and disappearing. She loved the way his hips rose and fell helplessly. She loved the sound of his incoherent moans of pleasure.

For his part, Nelson was completely lost in the sensations emanating from his cock. He could feel his orgasm building.

"Are you going to come?" 

"Nngh..."

"Just let it happen, darling. I want to see you come."

She speeded her hand movements. His cock jerked in her grip. She knew he was about to come. She raised herself on her elbow so that she could look at his face. He was breathing raggedly, his mouth half open.

"Aah...aah..."

His cock leapt in her hand and out of the slit shot a string of come onto his stomach.

"That's right darling, come for me..."

Nelson felt nothing but pleasure and blessed relief as his cock emptied itself in spurts. He felt his mother slow her movements but still grip him firmly, stroking the full length of his cock, milking it thoroughly. Oh fuck, that felt so good, so good.

"You come such a lot, darling. What a big boy you are."

Only when she was sure he had completely finished and she could feel his cock begin to soften did she finally release him. She spread his come over his abdomen with her fingertips, then slid up the bed and kissed him on the lips.

"Was that good? Do you feel better now?"

"Mmn..." was all he could manage. He hardly knew where he was. All he could think was that he had just been jacked off by his mother and that it was fantastic, much better than when he did it himself.

"I'll take that as a yes then," she smiled. She gave him another kiss. "Now you'd better go and shower and get yourself to bed."

"Can't I stay here with you?" he pleaded.

The same thought had occurred to Abigail, but no, it wouldn't be right. Much as she would have loved to share her bed with such a handsome boy, she couldn't. It would set a precedent. The next thing she knew they would be sleeping together in every sense of the word.

"No, Nelson, you must sleep in your own bed. Now get going."

It took a few more kisses, but eventually he dragged himself out of her room. Finally alone, Abigail was free to contemplate what she had done. With Nelson's semi-naked body next to her, raising her temperature and lowering her defences, it had all happened so naturally. She had felt no guilt, only desire. But alone, and with the effects of the wine worn off, she started to have misgivings.

The next morning Nelson surprised her by bringing her coffee and toast in bed. What was perhaps not so surprising was that he was wearing only a T-shirt, below which he was clearly sporting a full erection.

"This is nice," she said, meaning the breakfast.

"I thought you'd like it," he grinned, meaning his cock. "I thought you could help me out again."

"Did you?" She was disappointed in him. Evidently the breakfast in bed was intended only as a favour that she was expected to return. "I'm sorry Nelson, but much as I enjoyed what we did last night, we mustn't repeat it. You know that."

His face fell. But, to her surprise, he didn't argue. "I know. You're right. But it was so great last night, honestly, and when I woke up this morning for a moment I couldn't think why I felt really happy, but then I remembered and I couldn't stop grinning and I got this huge hard on and I was just about to jack myself off but then I thought I should save it for you because you seemed to like it so much. So I went and got you breakfast and, like, here I am. Sorry. Really."

Abigail couldn't help smiling. "It's all right, darling. You don't have to apologise. Breakfast in bed really is a treat. So you can give me a kiss."

He leant over her and they kissed, a great deal more chastely than they had the previous night, then she gently pushed him away. She glanced meaningfully at his erect cock.

"Now you go and deal with that while I drink my coffee."

He grinned in a comically lustful way. "If you insist."

Even as he walked to the door his hand was already gripping his cock, a gesture which immediately had Abigail's heart beating faster and which almost had her calling out to him not to go.

Despite that initial disappointment, Nelson's mood was considerably brighter over the next few days. He sang in the shower -- in fact, all over the house -- told Abigail terrible jokes and did jobs around the house after being asked only once. It was as if, Abigail said to herself, he had suddenly grown up. Before, it was as if he had been a boy in a man's body -- now he was a man in a man's body. And he was definitely happier in his body. He carried himself differently, more upright. He was also far from shy about showing it off. The days were hot and he took to walking about the house in his briefest Speedos, often with an erection bursting to get out. The sight of his hard lean nakedness and his enticing bulge made poor Abigail quite hot and flustered, especially when he chose to fling his arms around her and give her an impromptu hug.

"I love you, mum," he would say.

She would feel the length of his cock pressing against her.

"You really shouldn't walk around the house like that," she would smile breathlessly. "What if someone should come?"

"I probably will -- thinking of you," he would say and she would find herself laughing, despite herself.

Her resolve, such as it was, soon crumbled completely. She was taking clean towels into Nelson's bathroom -- she thought he was sunbathing in the garden -- and walked in without thinking. Whether she didn't hear the sound of the shower or heard it but chose to ignore it we shall never know. Perhaps more revealing was the fact that even when she saw Nelson in the shower she didn't immediately turn round and walk out. She merely blushed in confusion and said, "Sorry, I've brought you some fresh towels."

Even then, she stood rooted to the spot. It was hardly surprising, given that Nelson was leisurely soaping a splendid erection. He seemed completely unfazed to be disturbed.

"Thanks. Can you scrub my back, please?"

Mesmerised by the sight of his cock, Abigail stood uncertainly, feeling her heart pound. In a moment it was too late to do anything but agree.

"Just this once," she said, kicking off her slip-ons and stepping into the end of the walk-in shower. She forced herself not to look at his cock. 

"Turn around."

He turned his broad back to her and she began to rub it with the soapy sponge. Oh God, but he had such a beautiful hard back and -- as her hand drifted lower -- such a beautiful tight bum. She couldn't help herself. She had to rub that too. It wasn't long before the sponge had fallen from her hand. She made no effort to pick it up. She continued to rub him slowly all over with her soapy hands, loving the feel of his hard muscles and the tight globes of his bum. It was almost as if in a dream that her hands slid around to his chest. Soon her body was pressed against his soapy wetness. She was only wearing a sundress and the front quickly became as wet as he was. Her hands drifted onto his flat hard stomach, where they traced the outline of his six-pack. Then they were on his cock. It all felt so natural. Her mind felt empty of everything but the urge to touch it. 

Oh dear, oh dear.

Nelson moved hardly a muscle. He didn't want to do or say anything that might stop what his mother was doing. He watched her hands slowly stroking his stiff cock. It felt so good. How did she know exactly what to do? Much better than when he did it himself -- and, fuck, he had had plenty of practice.

In silence, save for the sound of the running water, she slowly pumped his soapy cock. It felt slippery and hard, but she knew that after a while the soap would be an irritant. Pressing herself against his bum, she eased him further into the shower so that the hot water fell onto his cock and rinsed away the soap. She moved to his side, still pumping him steadily with one hand, letting the other caress his bum cheeks and slide up and down his crack. He let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. She guessed that with what he had probably been doing with his cock before she came in and the effect of the hot water he was probably already close to coming, so she decided not to torture him with teasing and playing with the sensitive parts of his cock; she would instead bring him to a speedy climax. She released him momentarily, but only to slip the straps of her sodden dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor of the shower. Then, naked except for her knickers, she resumed her pumping. His cock felt so lovely and hard in her hand. It looked so eager, so desperate to come. She gazed longingly at the smooth round head, unable to resist thinking about what it would feel like in her mouth. Then don't resist, a wicked voice inside her urged. She turned him to face her, so that the water no longer ran down his front, then squatted before him.

Fuck, thought Nelson, she's going to suck my cock, my mum is going to give me a blowjob.

He was right. Holding his cock steady, Abigail licked the tip, ran her tongue round the crown, probed the slit. In short, she explored it thoroughly, until Nelson was moaning continuously in ecstasy. Then she took the whole thing slowly into her mouth. Then slowly withdrew it. Then took it in again, all the while steadily pumping the shaft with her hand.

After only a few moments Nelson felt his orgasm approaching.

"Oh mum, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Abigail withdrew his cock from her mouth and directed it at her naked breasts. It jerked spasmodically in her hand and shot strings of hot come onto her wet skin.

"That's right darling," she urged. "Come on me. Come all over me."

"Oh, fuck... Fuck..." Nelson moaned. The pleasure was so intense -- much more than he had ever dreamt it would be. He watched transfixed as his mother slowly spread his come all over her breasts. They were gorgeous, really full and firm, far better than what he had guessed them to be like under her nightdress.

She stood and smiled up at him, still slowly stroking his softening cock.

"Did you like that, darling?"

"Fuck, yes..."

"Good. So did I."

She reached up and kissed him softly, a kiss that quickly became passionate. She pressed her wet body against his and eased them both directly under the shower. The hot water cascaded over them.

"Now you can wash me."

Gone were any inhibitions. Gone were the last vestiges of guilt. She just felt warm and sensual as his hands roamed freely over her body. Without asking, he slid her knickers down over her hips and she, without objecting, stepped out of them. He spent a lot of time washing her breasts and playing with her nipples, then, with trembling fingers, expecting to be stopped at any moment, slipped his hand between her thighs.

"You shave," he said, as if surprised. "It feels so smooth."

"I try to keep up with fashion," she smiled. "I'm not that old."

"I want to do to you what you've just done to me."

She had been hoping he would say exactly that, but she hadn't dared to ask. The truth was she was as horny as she could ever remember. She was desperate to come.

"I'd love you to."

Without further ado he started to thrust a finger between her lips. "Will you teach me how to do it?"

She gripped his hand and held it still. "Alright, lesson number one. Not in the shower. Soap and water are not good aids to lubrication. In fact, they can be downright painful."

He looked so downcast she realised she may have punctured one of his favourite fantasies. She smiled reassuringly and led him out of the shower. "Let's dry ourselves off, then go to my bedroom."

She lay down on her back on the bed not sure where to put her arms or whether to have her legs together or slightly open.

"It's very light in here," said Nelson. "Shall I close the curtains?"

Was that a hint that he found her not so attractive in full daylight as in the running water of the shower? She put aside the thought.

"Leave them open. I like to look at you."

She rather hoped that would bring a similar declaration from him, but none came.

"Besides, you need to see what you're doing," she added, smiling. "Come here."

He lay beside her and immediately put his hand on her pubic bone.

"Lesson two," she said. "Take it slowly. You may be in a rush -- even I may be in a rush -- but it's always much better if you go slowly, believe me."

"Sorry."

She kissed him. "Don't be. I'm going to teach you how to be the man every girl dreams of. Now start by kissing me."




Mother Knows Best



He kissed her. And as she kissed him back -- and opened her lips and explored him with her tongue -- he copied everything she did. Every now and then she broke off and caressed his face, until he got the message and did the same to her. The desire she had felt in the shower and which had subsided since coming to her bedroom now returned. She felt a tingling in her body.

"Now you can start on my tits."

He grabbed one and started squeezing and rubbing it.

She held his hand still. "Lesson three: gently does it. I'll tell you when you can be rough."

She showed him how to caress and stroke them and how to kiss and suck and tease her nipples until they were hard and tingling.

"Mmm, that's lovely. You can suck them quite hard, you can even use your teeth a little -- so long as you don't bite."

He learned fast. It was such a long time since anyone had played with her tits, she had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt. She could feel anticipation building in her groin.

"Now you can move lower," she smiled. "Stroke the inside of my thighs."

She felt his fingertips on her sensitive skin.

"Mmm... Ask me to open my legs. That always makes me feel sexy."

"You have lovely skin," he murmured. "Open your legs for me."

She did so, feeling wanton and abandoned. He put his hand on her vulva.

"Don't be too direct," she said. "Tease me. Brush your hand from side to side across me. Barely touch me."

She felt his hand move over her lips, as tantalising as the touch of a feather. It felt exquisite. She could only bear it for a minute or two.

"Give me your fingers."

She sucked them into her mouth, making them thoroughly wet, then quickly put his hand back over her cunt. With her own hands she spread it open for him.

"Run your fingers up and down my lips.... Squeeze them a little... That's right... Play with them, tease them. Oh yes, darling, that's right..."

Nelson marvelled at the feel of his mother's sensitive flesh. It was so soft, so yielding, so swollen. Every movement of his fingers seemed to bring a moan of pleasure from her. Even her hips were beginning to lift in time.

"Oh God, I can't wait any longer, darling. Please touch my clit..."

She used her fingers to spread her lips wide, so that her hooded clitoris stood out, desperate to be touched. Immediately she felt him touch it.

"Oh God..."

Then he was touching it in earnest, running his fingers either side, squeezing it gently, using a third finger to tease it from its hood, then gently rubbing it rhythmically, just as she had rubbed his cock.

Poor Abigail was so turned on by this point that she barely had time to revel in the building pleasure before she felt her orgasm approach.

"Oh darling, you're making me come... I'm going to come..."

She thrust herself as hard as she could against his fingers.

"Harder, darling. Harder..."

He pressed his fingers against the swollen nub of her clitoris, rubbing it vigorously. Abigail's hips bucked beneath him.

"Oh God, I'm coming... I'm coming..."

Her orgasm swept through her, radiating pleasure to her toes and fingertips. It was so intense she could hardly think. Her body jerked uncontrollably. Her clitoris twitched under Nelson's still moving fingers. It seemed never ending.

"Oh God, I'm still coming... Don't stop, darling, don't stop..."

From that day on, Abigail lived in a kind of turmoil. Masturbating her own son was one thing -- she could always tell herself it was a form of sexual therapy. Her son was having difficulty coming to terms with his sexuality; she had merely helped him, reassured him. It was what any mother would have done. But allowing him -- be honest, encouraging him -- to masturbate her was different. 

Or was it? Hadn't she merely been teaching him how to give pleasure? God knows, she had known some clumsy and inconsiderate men in her time and wasn't it only natural to want her son not to grow up like them? Surely any girlfriend he had would be grateful for what she had taught him. 

On the other hand, there was the pleasure he had given her. Oh dear, yes, what pleasure. If she had merely been teaching him she definitely shouldn't have enjoyed it so much. And where was it all going to end?

Where indeed?

In an attempt to re-establish some kind of normality to their relationship, Abigail made sure that neither she nor Nelson had any opportunity to repeat what they had done. She kept well clear of his bedroom, except when she knew he was nowhere near, and although she continued to give him his goodnight kiss, she made sure it was no more than that. For his part, Nelson seemed to recognise that they needed to calm things down. Although he still walked around in his Speedos and laughed and joked with her as much as before, he didn't ask her again to "help him out" -- nor did he suggest that he might do the same for her.

Although Abigail was relieved, if she was honest with herself she was also a little disappointed. It would have been nice to know that Nelson still fancied her, even if she wasn't going to allow him to prove it. And then there was the frustration. Every night she lay in her bed and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop thinking about the orgasm he had given her. She read, she tried doing aerobic exercises, she watched her TV until gone midnight, but nothing worked. On at least two occasions she was forced to resort to her vibrator, but although it temporarily eased her aching desire, it was no substitute for her son's fingers.

One hot Sunday a few days later, Nelson announced there was someone he'd like his mother to meet.

"A girlfriend?" smiled Abigail.

"I guess. We've been out a few times. She's coming round this afternoon, you know, to sunbathe and stuff. Is that okay?"

"Of course. She can stay for dinner if she wants."

At last, she thought, my son has a girlfriend. He really has grown up. A less happy thought also occurred to her: so there'll be no more wonderful orgasms for me.

Gemma was attractive and lively. She had long wavy fair hair and a ready smile. Perhaps her halterneck sundress was a little too short and revealing of her bra-less breasts, thought Abigail, but it was a hot day and wasn't she there to sunbathe?

Any misgivings she might have had soon disappeared in the face of the girl's winning personality. As soon as she arrived she wanted to be helping with whatever Abigail was doing. There was some work needed in the garden and she had soon donned gloves and set to, all the while keeping up a non-stop conversation. Nelson, sunbathing in a corner of the lawn, was quite forgotten. Soon the two women were chatting and laughing like old friends.

"Nelson has told me so much about you, I feel like we've known each other for years."

"I hope he hasn't told you everything," laughed Abigail.

"Well, if he hasn't, you'll have to tell me the rest."

"I'm sure it would seem very dull to you."

"Not at all," protested the girl. "The way Nelson described you I couldn't wait to meet you. The way he goes on, I really envy you. And now we've met, I know what he means. You're really beautiful and clever and friendly and I wish I was just like you."

"Stop it," laughed Abigail, blushing furiously. "Next thing, I'll start believing you."

So the afternoon passed. Gemma helped Abigail make drinks and they lay in the sun as the shadows lengthened. Abigail felt perfectly relaxed. What a lovely girl Gemma was. Now she had met her she didn't feel at all jealous. She felt rather proud of her son for finding such a beautiful and friendly partner.

Later she went in to start preparing dinner. Gemma insisted on helping and together -- with the further help of a glass or two of wine -- they rustled up a feast. Everyone was very jolly throughout the meal and the two girls teased Nelson mercilessly. Which he rather enjoyed. When he left to go to the bathroom, Gemma leant conspiratorially to Abigail.

"I hope you don't mind, but there's something I must talk to you about. It's about the lessons, you know, that you've been giving Nelson."

"What lessons?" For a moment Abigail really didn't know what she was referring to. She was feeling a little lightheaded from the wine and laughter.

"The sex lessons," said Gemma, not at all embarrassed. "You know, the way you've been teaching him how to please a girl."

The older woman didn't know quite what to say. Should she pretend ignorance? Surely Nelson hadn't told his girlfriend what he and his mother had done together? That would be too shaming. Although Gemma didn't seem at all shocked by the knowledge.

"Well, I wanted to tell you," continued the girl, smiling cheerfully, "that you did a brilliant job. He's fantastic. He really knows how to make me come."

"Good," muttered Abigail, rather lost for words. "I'm glad."

"But the thing I wanted to ask was whether you could give me some tips on how to do the same for him, you know, to, like, return the favour. Could you?"

Abigail took a gulp of wine. Fortunately she didn't have to answer, because at that moment Nelson returned to the table. Gemma winked at her, which Abigail, rather alarmed, took to mean that the girl had assumed her agreement. Not only have I masturbated my own son, she thought, but now his girlfriend expects me to teach her how to do the same. Oh my god.

Little did Abigail suspect, things were about to get a whole lot worse. Gemma wasn't the sort of girl to hang about. She raised her glass.

"I want to make a toast. To Abigail, a lovely beautiful sexy woman."

"Hear, hear," chimed Nelson, raising his glass.

"Stop it," protested Abigail, but unable to suppress a glow of flattery.

Gemma took a sip of wine then got up, stepped over to the older woman and gave her a full lingering kiss on the mouth.

Abigail thought that she should definitely pull away, but didn't want to make a scene. At least, that's what she told herself. In fact, she didn't pull away because, much to her surprise, she enjoyed it. She had always wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed properly by another girl, and now she knew. It felt very very nice. More than that, it felt sexy. When Gemma finally released her, she felt quite breathless.

"Encore!" demanded Nelson, delighted with the show.

"I thought he might enjoy that," smiled Gemma. "Did you?"

Abigail tried to look as if she had no opinion one way or the other, but it didn't really come off. The next thing she knew, the girl's lips were on hers once more. This time it was a more thorough affair. Gemma's tongue found its way between her lips and explored her. She couldn't help but respond in like fashion. She was finding it difficult to breathe. She could feel the girl's breasts pressing against her own through the thin cotton of their sundresses.

"Can I join in?"

They looked up to see Nelson standing beside them. They could both clearly see a tell-tale bulge in his jeans.

"Oh dear, look at that, Abigail. We seem to be having an effect on your poor son."

She laid an affectionate hand on the outline of his cock.

"Lovely," she murmured. "So hard."

She straightened up and kissed her boyfriend. Still sitting, with her son's cock directly in her line of sight, Abigail hardly knew where to look. She thought she should get up and start clearing the table, or at least say something, but she couldn't move. She was mesmerised by Gemma's hand slowly stroking the swelling in Nelson's jeans.

Gemma seemed equally transfixed. "I do believe it's getting bigger." She reached for Abigail's hand. "Why don't you feel it? Show me what to do."

As if in a dream, Abigail saw her hand reach out and touch the long swelling. It felt hard and firm. She stroked along its length with her thumb and forefinger.

"Does that feel good, Nelson?" asked Gemma. "Through your jeans like that?"

"Oh yeah..."

She added her touch to Abigail's, cupping the outline of his balls then rubbing the tip of his cock. It produced satisfying murmurs of appreciation.

"I want to see it," she said to Abigail after a while. "Don't you?"

Abigail didn't trust herself to answer, but watched as the girl unbuckled her son's belt, unzipped him and slid his jeans to his feet. His cock sprang free and erect.

"Oh, look at that," exclaimed the girl. "How lovely."

Immediately, she wrapped her hand around the shaft and started pumping.

"Slowly, slowly," Abigail heard herself say. "Be gentle. Tease him." What was she saying? She was giving instruction to a girl on how to masturbate her son. What was she doing?

"Like this, you mean?" Gemma's fingertips danced delicately on the crown, stroking the underside, rubbing the tip.

"Unngh..." murmured Nelson.

Abigail watched Gemma at work on his cock, excited despite herself at its thick hardness. She reached out and stroked his stomach, thighs, bum.

"He has a lovely cock, doesn't he?" smiled Gemma. "Why don't you help me?"

Abigail let a hand drift onto her son's balls, cupping them, playing with them. She grasped the thick base as Gemma continued to tease the crown.

"Look at that, Nelson," said Gemma, "two lovely women playing with your cock. How does that feel?"

"Great... Just great..."

The girl smiled conspiratorially at his mother. "I've got an idea..."

Without much care she pulled the tablecloth with all the dinner things on it to the far end of the table. A glass with a dribble of wine in it fell over, but no one seemed to mind. She put her hands flat on Nelson's chest and pushed him back until he was lying flat on the cleared table. His cock stood up eagerly.

"Now we can really see to him. You go one side," she ordered Abigail, "I'll go the other."

Abigail found herself facing Gemma over her prone son, his erect cock between them. The girl took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

"Show me how you do it. I want to watch you jerk him off."

Perhaps it was the unexpected crude language, but Abigail suddenly found her voice.

"I can't. Please don't make me."

Gemma kept her hand where it was.

"Don't be shy. It's not as if you haven't done it before. And I know you want to. I can tell by the way you look at him."

"Please..."

Gemma moved their hands up and down the shaft.

"Doesn't that feel good? And you know how much Nelson loves it."

It did feel good, Abigail couldn't deny it. She just loved the look and feel of her son's cock, how hard and yet sensitive it was. Even when Gemma let go her hand she continued to move it up and down the shaft. Nelson moaned appreciatively.

Together the two girls continued to work on him, Abigail unconsciously leading the way, changing the object of her attentions occasionally, Gemma following her example. They were both leaning closer, engrossed and excited. Abigail felt a hand on her head, gently pushing it down.

"Kiss it," said Gemma. "I want to see it in your mouth. I know you've done it before."

"Oh no...," murmured the woman, but she lowered her head nonetheless. She licked the tip of the cock and all around the crown, then took it into her mouth.

Gemma moved closer too, licking along the shaft. The next moment their tongues were both busy on the smooth red crown. Then both their mouths were on it, meeting in a passionate kiss with the head of the cock between them.

"Mmm..." murmured Abigail, beginning to tremble with excitement.

Gemma chuckled softly, feeling the desire in the older woman.

"Suck it into your mouth," she ordered. "I want to see how much you can take."

Abigail took the crown into her mouth and slowly lowered her head. But she was no deep throat and she could only manage about half its length. Even so, it felt as if it was filling her entire mouth, large and throbbing. She pulled back, gasping for breath.

"Very good," smiled Gemma. "Now my turn."

To Abigail's amazement, she slowly swallowed almost the whole length of her son's cock. The thought suddenly occurred to her, surely she has done this before.

Nelson moaned ecstatically as his girlfriend raised and lowered her head.

"I think he'll be coming soon," she smiled at Abigail. "You stroke him while I suck him."

Abigail had little time and less inclination to wonder how she had let the young girl take charge; she simply did what she was told. At least that way she would feel little guilt. She grasped her son's cock and started pumping, while Gemma once again wrapped her mouth around the crown.

"Fuck, yeah..." moaned Nelson.

Keeping her hand moving, Abigail moved up to his face and kissed him lovingly.

"Do you like that, darling? Two of us making you come?"

"Oh yeah..."

Abigail kissed him again, more passionately, raking the fingernails of her free hand across his chest.

"Mnngh..." he moaned, thrusting his hips up towards Gemma's mouth.

His mother returned to focus on her pumping of his cock, speeding up a little, wanting to give him more pleasure. She loved the sight of his crown disappearing between Gemma's lips, then reappearing.

Soon all three of them were working rhythmically, Nelson thrusting his hips, Gemma plunging her mouth up and down on his cock, Abigail pumping it rapidly. His moans grew louder.

"Are you coming, darling?"

"Aaah..." was all he could manage by way of reply. But she could see by the suddenly spasmodic jerking of his hips that he was at the point. She looked at Gemma, expecting her to lift her mouth from his cock. But not a bit of it. If anything, the girl plunged his shaft even deeper.

"Oh darling," she murmured excitedly, "I think Gemma wants you to come in her mouth. Do it. Go on, do it..."

Nelson needed no persuading. He was in his own world of intense pleasure. His cock was being sucked by his girlfriend and jacked off by his mother -- not even in his unlikeliest fantasies had he dreamt of this. He thrust his cock into Gemma's mouth and exploded.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming... I'm coming..."

Abigail could feel the spasms in his cock as it spurted into the girl's open mouth. Excitedly she watched her happily swallow, still maintaining a steady sucking. Abigail felt as if she were milking her son's cock into his girlfriend. It felt awful and naughty and thrilling and indescribably sexy.

"Oh fuck..." moaned Nelson as his spasms began to slow.

"That's right, darling," encouraged his mother, "come in her mouth. She wants it..."

Abigail was right, Gemma did want it. It wasn't her favourite sex, but she enjoyed giving Nelson pleasure. And although she'd been careful to conceal it from Abigail, she had done it for him quite a few times before.

Eventually Nelson's movements subsided. Gemma gave his cock a last kiss and released it. Abigail continued to stroke it for a while as she felt it soften in her hand. She was surprised -- and excited -- to see Gemma give her son a long sexy kiss on the lips.

"How was that, lover? Your mum and girlfriend making you come."

"Fucking fantastic," he grinned.

"I should think so." 

She turned to Abigail with a wicked smile. "Now it's your turn."

"No... No..." protested the woman. She could feel her heart beating faster.

"Come here," insisted the girl, grabbing her hand. 

She felt Nelson's arms around her, cupping her breasts through the thin sundress. Then Gemma's hands were on her shoulders, quickly slipping the straps down her arms.

"What are you doing?" 

Of course, she knew damn well what they were doing, but she had to say something. In a second her dress was at her feet and she was being pushed back onto the table exactly where Nelson had been. The absurd thought entered her mind: thank goodness I had a shower before dinner and am wearing clean knickers. Then her son and his girlfriend were on her, kissing her lips, fondling her tits, touching her everywhere. As she felt Gemma's soft lips on her own, she remembered that only a few moments before, they had been wrapped around her son's cock. Her heart beating faster, she thrust her tongue between them. Gemma sucked at it, drawing it into her mouth.




Mother Knows Best



They say Mother knows best. Always listen to your Mother is what I heard from as early as I can remember. So far that advice had never steered me wrong. So far.

High school seemed like ages ago, but in reality it was only a few years. After a year or two of college, I lost interest and wandered around for a year or so before getting married in hopes of finding some direction and purpose. Everything was fine for a while, but I began to get bored with that also and convinced my husband that I needed to go to work and get out of the house during the day. The June Cleaver routine wasn't making it for me.

Taking stock, I realized that I wasn't all bad for my early to mid twenties. I still had a killer body and could use it when I felt I needed to. Getting a decent job in a horrible economy was definitely going to need it. Some working out to tone my 5'9" frame and a few new clothes along with a new hairstyle paid off by landing me a job at a regional manufacturing giant. There was the usual cast of characters in the secretarial and marketing areas. The salesmen were all egomaniacal cads and most of the bosses were doing the usual strutting peacock routine, but it paid well and I started to move up in a few months. A few of the women execs had started to notice me and indicated they had plans for me if I played the game right.

I made no secret of being married. My rings were very prominent and my husband visited the office a few times and attended a few company events. Still, one of the peacocks was not quite getting the hint and played the chase the tail game with me being the tail. He didn't seem to know what "No!" meant and I was starting to get annoyed. It was almost daily that he made some kind of a pass.

Now this is where Mom comes in. I was planning to visit her as I usually do at least once a week, and that turned out to be the evening after Studly really got me mad one day. I had told her about some of his advances before, but never really made an issue out of it. This time I was pissed enough to consider legal action, which of course would end up costing me my job eventually. But good ole' Mom had another idea.

"Courtney, why don't you just go out with him once? Guys like that just want to show they can crack even the toughest nut and then they move on. I'm sure he's all hot air and he may not even follow through." I looked at her in shock, wondering if I really heard my straight-laced Mother tell her married daughter to go out on a date. Seeing my puzzled look, she continued, "Look, if it will make you feel better, tell him you have a friend and you'll only go if it can be a double date. I'll go with you as the friend and everything will be fine." The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if it would really get him off my back, so I told her I'd think about it and get back to her.

The next day Studly was back at it. Rather than get mad, I played my hand. "I'll tell you what. If you can bring a friend for a friend of mine, we'll go as a double ONCE. Then I don't want to hear any more about it." "Deal" was the reply, "Friday night, 7PM, tell me where to pick you up." Well, Hell, that isn't quite what I expected. But I'd soon find that I would be in for a lot of unexpected things that night. I called Mom right away and filled her in. She didn't sound surprised at all. In fact she seemed excited.

My excuse to get out of the house was that I was going out with my Mother. Not untrue at all, just not complete. I had packed a few clothes in the car earlier so Hubby wouldn't see any of them and off I went to Mom's to get ready in my old room. Dad was out of town on another business trip, so there would be no complications there. Mom was still in the shower when I got there, so I headed into my old room and started to unpack. Damn, I'd done this a few times before in this room, but it had been a long time. Getting ready for a date brought back a ton of memories. I had been a member of a Gold Ring Society with a few of the other girls in high school. We pledged we wouldn't do anything before marriage, but that didn't stop us from teasing our dates endlessly. It's a wonder we survived at all, but we stuck together and the guys knew if they tried to force any of us, it would cost them dearly. We learned all the tricks though about what clothes to wear and how to act. We all had quite a collection of date dresses and accessories and were big on make-up and hair care. That was the knowledge I drew on to get the job that had now put me in this position.

Mom knocked on my bedroom door and stepped in wearing her robe as I was laying out the red mini-dress and heels I brought. "Oh Good you're here. I was hoping you wouldn't back out. I'm gonna go get dressed and I'll be ready in about an hour, when are the guys due?" "Around 7, so we should have plenty of time." "Great, see you in a bit. Great outfit you picked! Wait 'til you see mine." and off she went before I could utter a "What?"

Was I overdoing it? Was I asking for trouble? And what the hell did Mom mean? She didn't have anything even close to what I had laid out. Or did she? I'd never considered Mom would wear anything like this, despite her looks. She'd had me very young and still looked spectacular for a woman in her early forties. She reminded me somewhat of the new Marie Osmond with her black mane and svelt figure, but I never considered her sexy. We had often been mistaken for sisters though so that was part of why I agreed to this. Well, we'll see how it goes I thought as I stepped out of the shower and dried off, legs freshly shaved and crotch neatly trimmed. Don't know why I did that, since nobody was going to see it, but it was just part of the process I guess. Dried myself off, did my make-up and hair, dabbed some perfume in a few sensitive places. Again, all just part of the process I had gone through so many times before in this room without it ever getting me in trouble.

I wrapped the garter belt around my waist, attached my stockings and stepped into my impossibly high heels for a moment to check myself out in the full length mirror. Stunning if I did say so myself. Outstanding body for twenty-something, breasts firm and upstanding. A dancer's legs even though I had never danced professionally. No wonder this guy was after me. If he could only see me like this, almost nude. I stepped out of the heels to pull my panties on and snap my lace bra in place. Then the dress. Low neckline, cap sleeved, hemline that fell just above my fingertips. Just enough to cover my stockings when standing, but all bets were off if I sat down wrong. Necklace, earrings and back into those heels that screamed all sorts of dirty things.

Then I saw Mom and I knew what she meant. Unbelievable. Beyond belief. A true vision of glamour mixed with sensuality. She stood encased in a black and gold cocktail dress every bit as short as mine and in gold heels just as high. Wildly styled hair and make-up fit for a pin-up girl. In fact that described her look quite well, a 60's pin-up girl. I was floored. 

"Mom, you look fantastic, but aren't you going a bit overboard? Aren't we trying to tease but discourage?" 

"Everything will be fine girl. Listen to your Mother!" Oh geeze, not that line again, I groaned to myself. We were an outstanding sight though, the two of us.Then the doorbell rang and reality set back in. Well, here we go I thought as I walked towards the door, my heels tapping across the tile.

I opened the door and there stood our dates for the night, Ken (previously referred to as Studly) and his friend Russell, one of our clients from work. I wasn't too wild about that. I really didn't want anyone else at work to know about this even though I suspected Studly would spread it around even if nothing happened. What the hell was I saying, IF?. Nothing was going to happen. This was a tease and release date. You got close, now go away was the plan. The Mom made her entrance and their jaws dropped. 

"Ken, Russell, this is Cheryl and she'll be joining us tonight." 

"Fantastic. Pleased to meet you Cheryl" was Russell's reply. 

"Gentlemen, I hope we'll all get on well tonight. I've asked my daughter to be on her best behavior." 

"Your daughter?" Ken chimed in as I cringed and winced "Mother!" I had hoped they wouldn't know that part, at least not right off. 

"Yes, I'm Courtney's mother, didn't she tell you?" 

"No, she left that part out" said Ken. 

"Well, no bother, I'm sure we'll all have a wonderful time tonight." You could almost see the wind going out of Studly's sails as he realized the situation despite the way we were dressed.

We stepped out into the night air and walked to the company limo where the driver held the door for us. I'm sure we put on quite a show for the three of them as we climbed into the car. It's nearly impossible to do so in a short skirt and heels without the hemline raising up a bit too high. It was then that I realized my sweet, demure, bombshell Mother was also wearing stockings under her dress. I'm sure the men realized we both were.

Dinner was great, and there was a floor show. The whole time I was fending off advances from Studly as he tried just about everything to touch me wherever he could. I noticed however that my dear Mother was being a bit more friendly and not pushing Russell's hands away quite so often as I. She even gave me a couple of dirty looks when she noticed me stopping Ken's hands. I was more than a bit confused when she pulled me aside and almost scolded me for not being a good hostess to my date.

Russell was from out of town, so it was really no surprise that he had a room in the hotel upstairs above the restaurant, or that he wanted to go up there for a few minutes before we left. It was a surprise when my Mother eagerly accepted his invitation for us to join them. 

"Mom, what are you doing? I don't want to go up to his room, I don't know what they'll try." 

With that scolding look on her face again, she said "Courtney, we're going up there with them and that's all there is to it. Trust me. I'm your Mother, it will be fine. I won't steer you wrong. I never have." She was right. She hadn't. So far. As we walked towards the elevators with her in Russell's arms, I was wondering how long I'd be able to say that.

The room was great. The view of the skyline was great. The champagne was great. Wait, champagne? Where did that come from? We were just coming up for a minute, right? Oh hell, the music. The soft jazz. Dammit, I was right, This was a ruse to get us up here. 

"Mom, we've got to get out of here." 

"Nonsense Courtney. Enjoy yourself and be a good hostess." There was that word again. And now she was being whisked away and taken in Russell's arms to dance. Close. Very close. Too close for a married woman and mother. My mother. Here in front of me. What the hell was she up to. And what was this 'good hostess' crap. Then I felt Studly take me into his arms and start to dance. OK, OK I thought, a dance or two can't hurt. Or can it? I felt his hand slip down my back to my ass. 

"Remember, I'm married Ken." 

"Oh I remember. Do you?" I pulled away and started towards the bathroom. It was then that I noticed Russ had his hand under my Mom's dress rubbing her ass. 

"Mother, are you coming?" I asked. "Not if you keep interrupting us dear", was her reply which caught me completely off guard. 

"Excuse me Russ, while I have a talk with her."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you being so rude to your date? All they're doing is a bit of flirting and petting." 

"Mom, he had his hand under your dress, feeling you up." 

"I know, and I didn't mind at all. It's no big deal. I'm sure Ken would do the same if you'd stop fighting him off." 

"That's exactly why I'm stopping him. I'm married and I don't want him feeling me up. And what's this good hostess stuff?"

"Courtney, I'm married too in case you forgot, but I know how to act on a date. Being a good hostess is not being rude to your date if he wants to take some liberties. These guys have spent a fortune on us tonight and they deserve something in return. Let them get their kicks for a while. Nobody will get hurt here tonight. Now let's get back out there and have some fun." 

I wasn't understanding all this, but I was willing to let it go some more. Mother's always right, right?

"I think we have everything settled now and there shouldn't be any more interruptions. Now where were we. I believe you had your hand under my dress, right? Were you enjoying that?" 

"I sure was" Russ replied. 

"Ken, if you have any more problems with my daughter, let me know, OK?" Excuse me? Did I just hear right? Was my mother on his side now, giving him free reign over me? If she was, I might have to give in a bit and hope he doesn't get too out of hand. As I sat beside him on the couch and he leaned into me, I decided some petting and maybe some kissing might be tolerable. I was expecting him to try for my breasts. I wasn't expecting his hand on my upper thigh moving my hemline upwards towards my stocking tops. A glance across the room took my breath away as I saw my mother stroking Russ's crotch while they kissed deeply. He turned her around and caressed both of her breasts. I felt Ken's hand probing higher as he kissed me deeper.

"How are you two doing over there?" Mom asked. 

"Is she giving you any trouble Ken?" 

"A little, but she's warming up slowly" 

"Honey, open your legs some more and give him better access." What did she say? 

"C'mon honey, like this". I looked over to see her legs spread wide and her stocking tops and panties clearly on display. 

"MOTHER!!" 

"Courtney, I told you these gentlemen put out a lot of money tonight to entertain us. Now it's our turn to thank them properly, like ladies are supposed to." 

"Mom, I'm married and I intend to stay faithful to my husband like you should." 

"Oh please child, do you honestly think this is my first date with all the time your Father spends out of town? I haven't been out for months and I was thrilled when this chance came up. I couldn't wait for tonight and I'm not going to let the opportunity go unrewarded." I then saw her unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and pull them down along with his underwear. 

"Ahh, that's better. Now I can get to this better". I watched as she stroked his cock with her perfectly manicured hand, her wedding ring glimmering in the light. 

"I wish your Dad's was like this honey, I might not have to date. And why are your legs still closed young lady?! Do I have to come over there and open them for you? You need to let your date see your panties at the very least. Ken, take your pants off. Maybe that will get her started. No wait, let her take them off. Honey, take his pants off. I want to get back to this but I want you to get your date's cock out first."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Of all people. The person I least expected to find in this situation was my Mother prompting me to let another man fondle me. My Mother. Admitting to having affairs while she was openly stroking the cock of a man she had met only hours before. Telling me to undress a man I work with and will see every day. And being impatient about it. Ken stood and I did as I was told, dropping his pants to the floor, then his underwear, releasing his cock. 

"That's wonderful Courtney, now let me get back to work over here. I'm sure you know what to do, but if not, feel free to watch me and learn." 

As Ken sat back down, I let my legs fall open wider and his hand returned to my thigh. I looked back across the room and saw her stroking then moving her lips towards Russ's cock. Was my mother really going to touch her mouth to it? No, she was going to engulf it with her mouth, stretching her cheeks almost obscenely. I thought I would pass out, but Ken's hands brought me back as he took my hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. 

"C'mon babe, follow your Mother's lead." "Go on sweety, suck your date's cock like I am. It won't hurt you or your marriage."

It was then that I noticed my Mom's breasts in clear view as Russ removed her dress. I hadn't realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Wait. Where were her panties? Gawd, when did she take those off? Now she was as nude as I was earlier when I was admiring myself while dressing. Stockings, garter belt, very high heels, jewelry and nothing else at all. And she was walking towards me. Incredibly, her breasts were as firm as mine, no sag at all, and just a little bounce as she walked. Her pussy was also trimmed as if she knew it would be on display. 

"Honey stand up and turn around so I can unzip your dress." Near frozen, I did as I was told. 

"Ken, hold this while she steps out of it. Courtney Karen Donaldson!! Why are you wearing a bra and panties? I thought you knew how to dress for a date?" 

"Mom, I didn't plan for it to go this far." 

"Oh, don't be silly. You don't accept a date from a man like this and not plan on him seeing you nude. It isn't polite. I knew what was going to happen as soon as you told me about this last week. I knew we'd end up in bed with them." 

"In BED? You expect me to go to bed with him too? What about my husband?" 

"Your husband isn't here. Your date is. You're nearly nude now that I've taken your bra and panties off. Your date has his cock hanging out. You need to be a good hostess and take care of your date like I'm going to take care of mine. I'm going to do mine right here on the floor. You can take yours to bed or do him here, it doesn't matter as long as you take care of him properly. And that means suck his cock and let him fuck you. And Ken, you do her good. Make her cum. I want you to enjoy my daughter's cunt and make her want to come back for more."

I couldn't argue that I was getting wet and his cock did look good. And how could I argue with my Mother? My Mother who was now with Russ again. My Mother who was laying on the floor with her legs open inviting Russ between them. I accepted my destiny and took Ken's cock into my mouth to get him hard enough to ride. I looked back one last time to see Russ entering her as I straddled Ken and took him inside me. 

"This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to slide your cock in my pussy didn't you?" 

"Damn straight I did. And I knew you couldn't resist forever." God it felt good. Like I hadn't felt since I got married. Bigger than my husband and longer. He drove deeper into me as I cried out. 

"Oh Yess, FUCK me, Fuck my married cunt!!" We changed positions and I laid on the floor across the room from them. Ken settled in and started pounding me in earnest, driving deeper and deeper with each thrust. I laid back and just let him have me. All of me. Until I passed out in a wild orgasm.

Sometime later I awoke to find my Mother beside me, still nearly naked expect for an open robe. "How do you feel?" 

"I'm not sure." 

"Did you enjoy it?" 

"While it was happening, yes." 

"Good, that's what matters. They're still here and they want us again in the bedroom before they leave. It'll be easier the second time with your inhibitions down." 

"I'm not sure I want to." 

"Sure you do. You know you do. It'll be even easier the next time." 

"The next time?" 

"You don't think this was a one time thing do you? Next time I go out, you're coming with me." 

"I don't know Mom." 

"I do. You've had a taste of it now. You won't be able to give it up. You'll find yourself accepting more and more dates. You'll find you enjoy getting laid. I promise. Now let's go in the bedroom and finish them off. I've got a couple more tricks to show you."

I walked towards the bed where Ken was laying naked, stroking his cock. 

"Well Ken, you waited for so long and tried so hard, were you satisfied with once? Or do you want to fuck me again?" 




Mother Knows Best



"Who do you think this is for? Get over here and get your lips around it." I did and my Mom knelt down beside the bed we were on for a moment. Her face was just inches from mine as I took him in my mouth. 

"That's my girl. Take him as deep as you can. Look over here and hold his cock with your left hand. Good, now stroke it a little so I can see your wedding rings move on it. Great. That's as good as it gets honey. I'm proud of you." We spent the next hour screwing and sucking our dates. Ken fucked me several times in different positions. One of my favorites was when I straddled him and sat down on him. I think I got him in the deepest that way. She wasn't very vocal when she was getting fucked, but at one point, my Mom spoke up again and asked 

"Well, Ken, what do you think? Is she tight?" 

"Very. One of the tightest cunts I've been in, and I've been in a lot." 

"I'll bet you have. We might have to switch off and let you guys tell us which one of us is tighter. What do you think Russ, would you like to fuck my daughter?" 

"Definitely if she's game." 

"I think one's all I can handle tonight Mom." 

"OK, honey. Well Russ, I guess you're stuck with my cunt again." After another round, they got dressed and left us alone saying the limo would be available to take us home when we were ready.

I showered and dressed and found her waiting in the living room. 

"Great night huh?" 

"What am I going to tell Bill?" 

"Same thing I tell your Father. Nothing. I think he knows, but I've never told him a thing. If you tell him, you're asking for trouble. If you listen to your Mother, you can go on getting laid whenever you want. In fact, it might be better this way as we can cover for each other. If you want to go out alone, just tell me when and I'll take care of Bill if he asks any questions." 

"Aside from Dad, don't you think it's a bit weird doing this with me around?" 

"Not at all. I was waiting for this chance. I was trying to figure out how I could make it happen and then you handed it to me and a silver platter. As soon as Angie is of age, we'll include her somehow", referring to my younger sister who would be eighteen in a few weeks. 

"Unlike you, I've been secretly preparing her for all this. You went away to school and I didn't have the chance. She doesn't know it yet though. Just a few thoughts planted here and there and some sexy lingerie left out for her to find."

We continued to talk for a while and I discovered that she was a slut of sorts but not really in a bad way. She just knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. We kind of came to the conclusion that Dad knew. We weren't sure if he approved, but we knew he didn't want to cause any problems and lose her. She didn't do anything when he was in town and didn't do it with anyone he knew.

The next day at work was an entirely different atmosphere. Ken was extremely polite, no more lecherous behavior. But I found out that was a signal to others that he had made his conquest. Everybody knew he had fucked me and they all accepted it as a rite of passage in the company. Even the female execs who had worked with me before, now accepted me more warmly offering me more trustworthy projects and assignments. Nothing was ever said openly, but they knew I could be trusted to keep my mouth closed when appropriate. And open (widely) when necessary.

Quietly the other offers and requests started. Christa, one of the Vice-Presidents above Ken asked me into her office one day. 

"There's something I'd like to ask of you" she started. 

"I have a very special client coming into town in a few days. He'll be staying a day or two and doesn't like to be alone. I was hoping you might be willing to show him around town. He likes variety, so maybe you have a friend also who could spend some time with him." 

"I think I could arrange some appropriate entertainment for him", I smirked. "I hope he likes brunettes, when will he be here?". 

"Friday morning. I'd like you to pick him up at the airport, get him settled in his hotel room and then bring him here." I knew what the other office staff would think when I arrived with him. But I also knew that one or more of them had done the same thing at one time. Maybe all of them.

I went back to my office and called my Mother. 

"Hi Mom, what do you have planned for Friday? Nothing? Good, will Dad be in town? No? Even better. Lay out a good dress and your highest heels."



Mother Knows Best



Cheryl Matthews was still baffled at what happened before leaving work. She and Neil had never done anything like that before and their working relationship had always been strictly business. Shaking her head in frustration she put her purse on the kitchen counter and sat on the bar stool replaying the last half hour of work.

She had been in the files room pulling down a set of files off the top shelf when the box next to the one she was grabbing slid off and she managed to catch it with her right arm, but not without straining her shoulder. Sitting back at her desk, she rubbed her shoulder feeling a definite muscle pull when Neil pushed her left hand away.

"Allow me, what did you do?" He asked as he started kneading the shoulder and upper back on his co-worker. He'd admired the beautiful brunette since they started working together, but she was married with three kids and even though he had trouble not staring at her large, natural breasts, he never made any kind of move on her.

"The Stratford files fell off the top shelf and I should have let it go, but I caught the box and think I pulled a muscle." Cheryl groaned. "That feels good, right there." She said when Neil worked the muscles right above her scapula.

As he rubbed her shoulder, he watched as Cheryl's blouse opened and pulled on the restraining buttons. As he massaged her harder, he pulled the cloth to the side and was rewarded when the two top buttons popped open. When she reached up to close her blouse, Neil whispered, "Relax and just let your body heal. Feel the blood circulating and flowing through the injured area. In fact, pull your blouse down over your shoulders so I can rub your skin better."

Cheryl hesitated, but feeling the pleasure from his kneading fingers, pulled her blouse over her shoulders and down her arm. She had to undo a could more buttons to create enough slack. She then pulled down her bra straps when Neil began rubbing her shoulders again and fumbled across the thin material. Sighing, she leaned forward and drifted off, lost in the pleasure of this strong man's hands working her bare upper back. She jolted awake when she felt her bra come undone, but when Neil just continued down her back, she leaned forward more on her desk letting him gain more access.

"Aaaahhhhhh, that's nice. I barely feel the muscle strain anymore. Are you professionally trained?" She asked sighing.

"Yes, I actually worked the cruise lines, but got tired of the constant travel. I still volunteer at the retirement centers and let me tell you, it sure is nice feeling young, supple skin under my fingers."

"Young? I don't think I'd classify myself as young. But thanks for the complement." Cheryl said.

"Compared to the women at the retirement center, you're pretty much jail-bait." Neil laughed. "Stand up and lean over your desk so I can get your lower back." When Cheryl stood and looked around the office, Neil said, "It's just us. Everyone went to the retirement party for Ted."

"I forgot about Ted's party. Why didn't you remind me?" Cheryl demanded.

"I wasn't going to go, since Ted and I are not exactly best friends. I assumed you didn't want to go either after the Christmas party a few years back." Neil replied. "Hold your bra over your chest and take the blouse off so I can get your back."

Cheryl hesitated, looked around and decided to go for it. She unbuttoned her blouse and pressing her bra against her chest shrugged the top off her with Neil taking it and laying it across the back of the chair. Blushing, she pressed her face and chest against the desk, fully aware that her best feature, her tight, shapely ass was sticking right back into Neil's groin. "You heard about me and Ted?" She asked.

"I heard. He actually tried to get you fired for assault?" Neil asked.

"Yeah, when he came up behind me and grabbed my breasts, I swung my elbow into his nose and broke it. I've never heard a more satisfying crunch."

"Why did he do that anyhow? Was he drunk?" Neil asked.

"He apologized to me later, but said he never really told me why. He wasn't even all that drunk. However, he told Mike that he saw a porn flick with me in it, but since I've never done one of those..." Cheryl shuddered. "That's just creepy."

Neil worked his way down her beautiful back marveling at how she had almost no body fat. He longed to see more of her tits than what was bulging out onto the desk. "How do you stay so slim and toned working in this place?"

Cheryl laughed, "I like to bike and swim, but I really am not in the shape I was in a few years ago. Right there is good, I think I've had issues with sciatica in the past and where you are now feels good."

Neil worked from her lower back down onto her ass before stopping.

"Why did you stop? You are hitting right where I've had issues." Cheryl asked.

"I'm sorry, I want to either flip up your skirt or unzip it so I can work your skin. I hate rubbing through heavy wool, I can't feel the patient." Neil said softly.

Cheryl turned and looked at Neil questioningly, "You heard what I did to Ted, so...Ok, just unzip my skirt and take it off, but I'm keeping my panties." She felt the cool air on her ass as the skirt fell to the floor.

Neil was stunned at how perfect her ass was before him, encased in the sheer fabric. He immediately went to work on her doing his best deep-tissue massage and continuing down her legs when her encouraging moans reinforced what he was doing. On his knees, while rubbing her calves he inhaled deeply when he found his face inches from her obviously moist pussy.

"I heard that, are you sniffing me?" Cheryl laughed.

"I'm sorry, we should stop, you have to be the most arousing woman I've been with in years and I think if I go any further I might get my nose broken." Neil gently slapped her ass as he stood up.

Cheryl turned over and holding her bra in front of her said, "I won't break your nose and if you are up to it I'd like my front worked on also. I think it's flattering that you're aroused. Please don't stop."

Neil looked at her fleshy mounds being crushed by her arm and the dark patch showing through her damp panties and sighing, "I'll do your front but let's clear the desk off so you can lie down on top of it."

When it was cleared, Cheryl struggled up, modestly holding her bra across her chest until lying down, she dropped her arms to her side letting the bra drape across her. Again losing herself in the feeling of Neil rubbing and massaging her feet, legs, thighs...all the while enjoying the tension leaving all the muscles as he worked. She moaned both times Neil accidently brushed his fingers or thumb across her pussy, but as he immediately moved away, she knew it was an accident. His fingers probed her abdomen and lower rib cage, and Cheryl hoped he would pull off the bra and work her breasts, but instead he worked back down to her lower stomach and felt his fingers probe under the waistband of the panties. 

Neil, kept rubbing deeper and deeper under her panties feeling her coarse pubic hair, listening to Cheryl's sighs and watching as her legs parts a bit more every pass of his fingers. He looked at her face admiring the beauty - her parted lips - her slight crease above her closed eyes. Seeing her in this state he decided to take a chance.

Cheryl felt Neil's hand pulling down her panties and without thinking she raised her hips. Her legs opened eagerly when his hands worked the inside of her thighs and groaned when he passed her dripping labia to stroke her dark hair on her mons. She reached up and pushed her bra off her chest and grabbing both breasts began squeezing and rubbing her mounds. Then she took his left wrist and pushed his hand down to her sopping cunt. "AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssss. Put your finger in me and rub me. Oh God, this feels good. Larry has been out of town for two weeks and I really need this." She panted. 

Neil obeyed immediately and had to push hard against her thrusting hips with the heel of his hand while his fingers drove into her moist lips and across her pronounce clit. He leaned down and sucked her closest nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue all over the erect button. He felt her getting closer and closer to what he felt was going to be a powerful orgasm when he heard a noise.

Cheryl opened her eyes and saw the janitor staring at them and jumping up, rolled off the desk, grabbed her clothes and crawled over behind a cube wall. Mortified, she pulled on her blouse and skirt and stuffed the bra and panties into her purse. Covering her face, she fled out the door to her car leaving the pleased janitor and disappointed Neil standing there.

"How am I going to face them, I'm sure the janitor will have blabbed to all his buddies and Neil...Neil will probably keep this to himself, but he will expect...Oh God, I cheated on Larry. I've never cheated on him..." Cheryl moaned to herself. "Why did I let that happen, I took my clothes off...let Neil take my clothes off...his hands felt so good and his mouth on my nipple..." She absent-mindedly rubbed her thumbs across her hard nipples. "Oh, fuck, I'd better go upstairs and take care of this, I was so close." She thought.

Cheryl stopped and listened. She swore she heard someone fucking in the house. She tiptoed down the hall thinking it was in a bedroom, perhaps one of the kids, but Tracy was supposedly at her friends, Rick had football practice and Evan was off at college. She stopped and listened at the top of the basement stairs and heard a girl moaning and begging to be fucked. It wasn't Tracy, but the girl sounded familiar. She crept down the stairs and tiptoed around the corner to the TV room and saw Rick and three boys all holding their cocks staring at the TV...the TV showing a busty brunette getting pounded. She recognized all three, Bryan, Mark and Ryan.

"What the fuck?" Cheryl burst out grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. "What the fuck are you doing? Where'd you get that porn flick?" She demanded.

The four boys all stared at her while frantically trying to cover up their diminishing erections, except for Bryan. Bryan was proudly stroking his cock looking at Cheryl's braless tits and hard nipples poking through the fairly sheer blouse.

"It is mine, Mrs. Matthews, I brought it over because...because the girl looks like you. And looking at your tits, I'd say she looks a lot like you." Bryan said with a cocky grin. "And seeing how you turned it off so fast, I'm pretty sure you didn't need to look at it for long before you recognized it. May I say, you haven't lost anything with age, in fact, you look even better."

"Bryan, this is my mother, I know you said it could be her, but there's no way, this is just a coincidence. And put your dick away, she's married and has no interest in someone like you." Rick sputtered. "I'm sorry mom, I'll send the guys home." Rick stood up and finished buckling his pants.

"Sorry, no. I'm not leaving until I know for sure that your mom didn't make that skin flick. I know the girl's name says Amber Evans, but that means nothing. Plus, didn't she name your sister Evan? Come on Mrs. Matthews, prove that girl isn't you." Bryan reached forward, grabbed the remote and started playing the video, then paused it. "This girl has a butterfly tattoo on the ass, show me you don't have that and I'll give you the DVD and you can destroy it, or do with it whatever you want." Bryan looked expectantly at Cheryl.

"I'm not showing you boys my ass, now get out! Now! And I'm keeping the video anyhow." Cheryl strode over to the DVD player, and when she bent over to eject the disc, Bryan jumped up and in one motion, unzipped and yanked down her skirt. "I knew it!"

Cheryl whipped around but not before all the boys saw the exact same butterfly that they'd admired in the video. She tried to cover her exposed pussy and felt clumsy and vulnerable bending over to pull up her skirt. Zipping it back up, she sputtered, "That proves nothing, a lot of girls have butterfly tattoos and I'm telling your mother that you yanked down my skirt. Rick, please tell you friends to leave...Rick?"

"Rick stared at his mom, "No, mom. They can stay. I think they deserve to hear why or when you did...got fucked on camera."

"I said, it wasn't me. A butterfly tattoo means nothing, so I have nothing to say to you young man. Everyone, I'm ordering you to go home, now!" Cheryl inwardly groaned when she saw no one was moving, in fact, they all seemed to be coming closer.

"Mom, the tattoo alone isn't definite, even though this girl in the video looks exactly like you, perhaps a little younger, but still. There is no denying this." Rick turned to Bryan and nodded. Bryan rewound to where Amber first pulled aside her panties for the camera. Rick nodded again and walked up to his stunned mother, reached around and unzipped her skirt and when she grabbed for it, he looked sternly at her, "No mom, let it go."

When the skirt dropped to the floor, mortified, Cheryl did nothing to cover her exposed vagina. She knew what they were looking at. She knew that Amber had a small birthmark right next to her patch of pubes that almost looked like a tiny frog. She still has it and knew the boys were looking at it.

"When mom? When did you do this? Why? Did you need money or something?" Rick asked softly.

Cheryl opened her moistening eyes. "I could say I needed the money, but no, that would be a lie. I actually got a few thousand to do these, but I did it because...I'm sorry baby. I never should have done those." She moaned.

"Those? How many did you do and does dad know?" Rick demanded.

Cheryl looked at her 18 year-old son, nodding, turned and went over to the bookcase knowing the boys would be staring at her exposed ass. She reached up and pulled down a giant tome - Oxford History of something and flipping it open, pulled out 6 DVDs hidden inside. "I figured you would never open this, so we hid them in here. Your dad knows, in fact there are his favorite DVDs. They were originally on VHS tapes, but were re-released on DVDs."

Rick reached for them and the other boys grabbed one each and looked at the covers. "I can't believe you did these, I mean, It's not like I ever thought you were a virgin, but this is really weird."

"Amber, take off your blouse. I think you want to, don't you?" Bryan said.

Cheryl slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the floor revealing her D-cup mounds. "I guess you guys have already seen every part of me you can, though I'm afraid time has made what is on the videos look a lot better." 

"Bullshit!" Mark said, "Amber's tits were something, but yours are bigger and your nipples...wow!" Mark said as he pulled his dick out and continued stroking it. "Can I touch them?" When he saw Cheryl hesitate then nod, he reached out and cupped each breast. "My God, you guys have to feel these, I've never felt tits so huge, so heavy." Mark backed away.

Ryan came up and with both hands squeezed her breasts, then gently pinched and pulled her nipples eliciting a groan from Cheryl. He slid his hand down her stomach through her bush and ran his middle finger across her clit and into her slimy labia. Feeling her push back against his finger he pushed into her harder and ground his hand against her eager pussy. Pulling his finger out he put it in front of the panting woman's mouth and was rewarded when she sucked all her juices off his finger.

Bryan pulled Ryan away and said, "Let me feel those. Ah, yes, exactly as wonderful as I thought they'd feel when I first saw them in the video." Gripping Cheryl's ass he pulled her against his hard cock and began grinding into her. He pulled her face to his and drove his tongue into her mouth and sucked on her tongue when she responded. He ground his rock hard cock into her as she urgently pressed back against him.

He pulled away and smiled hearing the panting babe groan in disappointment. "Rick, get over here, it's your turn. You have to feel these. You did say you've been jerking off thinking of your mom."

"No, no, I'm good. Look guys, this is my mom and I know she might be a slut, but I really don't want you to do anything more. Please? Could she just put her clothes on and maybe you guys could just jerk off to the DVDs?" Rick pleaded.

Seeing the guys nod at Rick and turn away, Cheryl at first felt relief and not being gang-banged in front of her son, but then thought how close she came with Neil, how close to cumming, and her lower stomach ached with desire and she needs these cocks. Hell, Larry would probably be thrilled, seeing how many times he got off watching the DVDs with her pussy being ripped open repeatedly by the men in the vids with their huge cocks. 

"Mom, get dressed, these guys aren't going to make you do anything." Rick said as he came over to her with her skirt.

"I never answered your question." Cheryl said simply.

"What question?" Rick asked.

"Why? Why did I do these videos, why did I let myself get fucked on camera? I knew that someday, they would come back to haunt me, I knew that these things never really disappear. I didn't need the money, your grandparents made sure I had everything I needed in college." She said softly. "You are right, I am a slut. I did these because I love cocks. Big hard cocks being driven into me by men who didn't give a shit what my name was, who saw me only as a ripe piece of flesh to penetrate however they wanted. I'm sorry that you have to see this side of me, but I've hidden it since before your sister was born." Turning to the three boys, "You boys don't have to leave."

Bryan grinned and stripped off all his clothes and stoop proudly staring at Cheryl, his cock pointing at the ceiling. "Amber, I really want to do the third scene in your video, I cannot tell you how many times I've cum watching you in that." He turned and moved ahead to the start of the third scene, hit play and turned back to Cheryl.

With a smile, Cheryl/Amber walked over to Bryan, dropped to her knees and stroking his cock, she ducked under his legs and started sucking on each of his balls, one after the other while continuing to stroke his cock. Then she stood up and pushed him back on the couch and knelt between his legs. She heard Ryan say, 'here it comes, the best deep-throater ever.' She turned and winked at him, then started sucking on the circumcised head, bathing it with the tongue, then licking up and down the entire shaft before licking her way back to the top. Opening her mouth wide she drove her mouth down around Bryan's stiff cock and buried her face in his pubes. She pulled off and drove her face back down again, and again...continuing to take Bryan's cock deep into her throat, swallowing around the shaft each time.

Bryan was hoping to last like the guy in the video, but he was fast approaching bursting so he tried to pull her off his cock, but she just drove back down again and grabbing her head he thrust hard into her mouth, her throat and jetted gobs of cum into her stomach. After what seemed like ten minutes he released her head and with a gasp pulled herself off his cock.

Wiping her mouth, she said with a grin, "You can do that anytime you want. I haven't done that in years and your cum tastes really good." She said as she leaned over and cleaned the last drips coming out of his deflating dick. Without turning around she said, "Come on, Mark, I know you want to fuck me, you've been back there the whole time, what's stopping you?" Putting her head down between Bryan's thighs she thrust her ass back and up into the air and groaned with pleasure when she felt Mark's cock drive into her with one hard thrust.

Bryan leaned forward and reached around grabbing her swinging breasts as Mark pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy. He roughly squeezed her flesh and pulled and pinched the rock-hard nipples while feeling his cock come back to life. He pulled her face up and winking at the sweating former porn star, "You said any time..."




Mother Knows Best



Mark's eyes were glued to the perfect ass in front of him, mesmerized by the tiny shock waves generated when he slammed into her, her pink asshole which was filled by two different men in the last scene, her tits bouncing beneath her with each impact from his hips. He knew he was getting close, but he needed to hold off.

Cheryl thought how she missed the eighteen year-old boys and their incredible recovery time and again engulfed Bryan's wonderful cock, while savoring the friction against her clit from Mark's hard cock. After five minutes of being lost in the pleasurable sensations, she groaned when the teenager pulled out of her pussy.

"Amber, get on my cock and let Ryan get in on the action." Mark said as he lay on his back on the floor.

Cheryl pulled her mouth off of Bryan's cock and straddled Mark's purple cock and immediately started bouncing up and down on it. She started sucking on Bryan's cock when he knelt down next to Mark and soon felt fingers pushing some kind of lubricant up her ass. She stopped milking Mark's cock with her tight cunt so Ryan could ease his dick into her ass and then moaned loudly when he buried himself inside of her.

Soon all three established a rhythm and Cheryl was filled like she was back in college. Mark got past feeling Ryan balls slapping against his and reveled in the feeling of his and Ryan's cocks separated by a thin membrane sliding in and out of this beautiful slut, and how great her massive tits felt under his hands. He felt Cheryl cum over and over, writhing and grinding each time and her sweat mingle with his as they slid their bodies against each other.

Ryan was first to cum of the three guys and rose up on his toes and began pounding Cheryl's ass hard and with a final thrust shot his cum as deep into her rectum as he could. After a few more strokes he pulled out and collapsed on the floor exhausted.

Bryan was next and seeing Mark drive his cock into Amber's ass was too much so he grabbed her head drove deep down her throat and marveled at how his cock felt cumming down into her stomach while she swallowed. He will have to take advantage of her offer as much as he could before heading for college next year...perhaps he should go to the local college instead...Bryan flopped back onto the couch.

Mark flipped Cheryl onto her back and started pounding her cunt as hard as he could, watching her huge bags of flesh flop around on her chest as he drove into her.

"Come inside me, I want you do pump your seed into my womb." Rick's mother panted as she wrapped her sweaty legs around Mark's ass. "Do it, you never know, I might be fertile and I know what you want..." Cheryl said while staring into his glassy eyes. She could feel his cock pulse as he spewed his copious seed into her, again and again as he drove deeply, grinding into her as if to get as deep as he could, over and over until he was totally spent.

Lying on her back feeling cum flowing out of her ass and her twat, she looked at Rick sadly. "I'm sorry baby, I guess you'll never look at your mother the same way again. You boys should probably head out so Rick and I can have a talk. If you want you can borrow the DVDs, but I do want them back." Cheryl said sitting up.

With huge grins, the three boys all got dressed and coming over to Cheryl, thanked her for the best sex of their lives, all commenting at how they got to fuck a porn star. They all told her that her secret was safe and Bryan pointedly said to the other two, "If a word gets out about this, you'll be choking on your nuts I'll kick them so hard." Each one then somberly nodded to Rick before they left.

After the three boys left, Rick still sat there staring across the room. When his mom said, "Honey, are you alright?" Rick jumped up and ran to his room and slammed the door.

Cheryl sighed and could think of no way to undo what had been done so she got up and went to her room and took a long hot shower. She dried herself off and stood naked in the mirror. "I really haven't changed that much..." She thought as she idly felt the birthmark on her groin and saw how her breasts had hardly any sag in them. Then thinking about how she loved Neil touching her and the boys climbing all over her, she thought "...in more ways than one." She pulled on her silk gown and started to go to bed, but then stopped. She yanked it off, threw it on the bed and walked naked down the hallway to her son's room.

Without knocking, she opened the door and even though seeing Rick stroking his penis, she walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. "You think I didn't know you jerked off thinking of me? I've seen you peaking in the bathroom when I shower and I've been missing panties, that mysteriously reappear in the dirty clothes hamper. I never minded, in fact I thought it was flattering that you thought your old mother was still hot." Cheryl looked at her son lying naked on the bed trying to cover up his hard penis. She pulled his hand away and gently took his cock and started stoking it. "You liked it when your friends all fucked me, didn't you? I'll bet you fantasized something exactly like what happened...Yeah, I thought so." She replied seeing Rick subtly nod his head. Tell me what you thought about, I want to know. She laid down next to him pressing her breasts against his chest while continuing to stroke his cock. "I think we are way past shy here, tell me."

Rick felt her soft hand on his hard dick and felt her massive breasts on his chest and let out a sigh. "I always imagined it would be back out by the pool. I'd have a bunch of friends over and you would come out in a tight tee shirt, no bra and tiny shorts to bring us drinks. The guys kept teasing you to join us, but you kept saying no that you didn't think they could be trusted. Finally, you came out with snacks wearing that purple bikini..."

"You know about the purple bikini?" Cheryl asked. "I've never worn that around you."

"I saw your pictures from Hawaii...at the pool. All the men's eyes in the background were glued to your body in that suit. You know the picture you asked dad where he put it?" Rick rolled over and reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out the well-worn picture. "Sorry, I was just going to borrow it for a little while, you can have it back." Rick said apologetically.

"Keep it, I am incredibly flattered that you kept this. I have the digital copies, I'll print out a set of larger images for you, anyhow go on. I want to hear what your friends do to your slut mother." Cheryl said as she began stroking his cock again.

"So you come down to the pool wearing this and all the guys get out of the pool to come over and grab a snack and soon you are surrounded by wet, glistening bodies all ogling your tits bulging out of your suit, your silky smooth ass cheeks all exposed and the tiny patch barely covering your...your..."

"Snatch? Cunt? Twat? Pussy? What do you call it, you think your porn star mom will be offended?" She grinned at him.

"Your cunt...sorry, I just think that word makes you seem a lot hotter."

Cheryl sat up and facing her son opened her legs. "Do you like my cunt?" She said stroking her finger along her wet slit. "Why didn't you at least feel me when everyone else was?"

Rick reached out and ran his middle finger up and down her moist labia, "I wanted to, but I just thought that it might be better not to get a reputation as, well, you know." Rick trailed off.

"A motherfucker...yeah, I guess something like that would get through the school and pretty much ruin things, though it might make the girls a lot more eager to fuck you." She responded cheerfully. "So, do you want to be a motherfucker?" Cheryl asked as she took his hand and guided his finger into her cunt. Do you want to put this..." grabbing his leaking cock, "in here?" Hearing Rick groan she got on her knees and swung her leg over her son and grabbing his erection lowered herself onto him. With a deep guttural sigh she said, "Oh yes, you have a nice cock. You know, you're at least half again as big as your friends. Where did you get such a great cock, anyhow?" She moaned.

"Really? You are not just saying that." Rick said as he reached up and grabbed his mom's jugs.

"No, really, you are as big if not bigger than all those guys in the videos, and much bigger than your father." Cheryl panted. "But you are not allowed to cum until you finish your fantasy about your friends at the pool."

"Ahhh. Ok, but slow down. My friends all huddle around you and when one of the grabs your ass, you slap him and tell him that he needs to keep his hands to himself, but when you grin looking at his shocked face, you say, 'You can touch a woman when she shows she wants to be touched, when she does something like this.' You raise your arms and put your hands behind your head, arch your back and lean against him while putting your cheek against his. He immediately wraps his arms around you and begins rubbing your stomach, exploring the exposed flesh between the bottom of your breasts to the thin strip on material covering your...cunt and moan encouragingly when his finger strays across the fabric. You reach over and pull his lips onto yours and when he grabs your tit and squeezes it you suck on his mouth even harder. When my friends see this they all move in pulling off the tiny pieces of fabric and all these hands and lips are soon everywhere on your body and you are very vocal in urging them on...you reach out and stroke all the hard cocks around you...Oh fuck, I am not going to last much longer." Rick stammered.

"You can't cum until the story is over." Cheryl ordered. "But I guess the story is over..." 

Rick grabbed her ass and bounced his mom up and down as he thrust hard into her releasing hours of pent up lust and soon he collapsed feeling his mom's and his cum flowing out of her onto his balls. "Oh, ohh man, that felt so good. I never thought I'd say this, but you mom, are the best fuck I've ever had. And, actually yes, the story is over. I never seem to get much further than that."

She leaned down and pressed her chest again her son's and kissed him. Pulling up slightly, "Perhaps we should find out where it goes...this weekend might be a good time to have your friends over for a pool party."



Mother Knows Best



For Liz ...

My mother had been behaving strangely. I thought it might have been something to do with her age – she was in her mid-forties - or maybe it was just that I didn't understand women. I hadn't had much experience with them. I was nearly nineteen, but my furtive groping with girls had left me unsatisfied, physically as well as emotionally, and I thought I was probably under-sexed. Mum and I had always been open about sex, and I'd tried to talk to her about it. She'd looked concerned for a moment, but then she just laughed, and said I was probably going through a phase, and that I'd grow out of it. 

A little later, though, she kissed me goodnight in a way she'd never done before. She slid her arms round my neck, one hand cupping the back of my head, her body moulded to mine from breast to knee, looking into my eyes with an unreadable expression on her face, and then she'd slowly worked her mouth on mine for probably fifteen or twenty seconds, although at the time it seemed like years.

She had an ankle-length housecoat she sometimes wore, and she suddenly decided it didn't fit her – it was too large. One evening, she told me she'd taken it in, and wanted to know what I thought of it. She went to change into it, and when she returned I could hardly believe my eyes. It had buttons all the way up the front, but she'd only done up three or four of them, from her waist to her groin. Now the housecoat was extremely tight-fitting – I was surprised to see that she'd taken off her bra, and her full breasts were only half-concealed, almost bursting out the housecoat, and every time she moved a bare thigh emerged from the lower half. She circled lazily in front of me, allowing even more of her legs to escape, her breasts moving inside the thin material seductively. I stammered something about it being very nice, and she pressed herself against me and stroked my face, thanking me for the compliment. All I could think of was her soft body, naked under the housecoat, and I felt my penis stiffen.

Long, wet goodnight kisses had become the rule, and I found myself looking forward to them with increasing eagerness. Also, my mother seemed to be more and more forgetful about closing her bedroom door. I had to pass her room on my way back from the bathroom, and I'd often glimpse her moving around half naked, and once when she emerged from the bathroom she had only a towel wrapped round her waist, leaving her breasts completely bare. Likewise, I went into the kitchen one morning when she was doing the ironing, and to my amazement she was naked apart from her panties, but she seemed not to notice the way I stared at her.

It was a Saturday morning when she insisted that I went out shopping with her, although she knew I hated it. She wore a short, tight denim skirt, and a v-necked sweater, with obviously no bra beneath it. Her legs were bare, and on her feet she wore high-heeled sandals with cork soles that showed off her legs to perfection. I trailed around the shops with her, embarrassed but at the same time excited at the way men looked at her breasts and legs. She wanted to buy some new tops, and I waited outside the cubicle while she tried them on – again, she was careless about closing the curtain completely, and I was given frequent sightings of a bare breast lifting as she raised her arms above her head. Then I had to give my opinion on what she'd selected, and she watched my reaction as I stared at her body.

At lunchtime we went to a pub for a beer and a sandwich. Mum perched on a stool and crossed her legs. She took my hand and thanked me for coming out with her, and she let our hands rest on her bare thigh – the short skirt had ridden up considerably, and I had difficulty in not staring at her legs, as did several of the men in the bar, when they weren't gazing at her breasts.

Mum noticed it too, and smiled at me. 'I like it when men look at me,' she said. Her legs were lodged against mine as I stood beside her, and I could feel their warmth through my jeans, while I surreptitiously glanced down at her cleavage.

That evening Mum got out some photographs – she was still wearing her denim skirt and sweater, and sitting on the sofa and leaning forward over the coffee table meant that I had an opportunity to see even more of her thighs and the deep valley between her breasts.

She produced a packet of photos taken when she'd gone on a safari holiday in Kenya. I'd seen most of them before, the usual tourist pictures of scenery and wild animals, but then she took out some she hadn't shown me previously. They were taken by a lake at sunset, and the first one she handed me was of her wearing a bikini, stretched out on a rock enjoying the last rays of sunlight.

I studied it carefully, taking in every detail of her body, including the way her nipples poked at the tiny triangles of material that constituted the bikini top. There were a few more of her in different poses, and then she passed me two of her topless. Her breasts looked lovely, lush and ripe, and now her nipples jutted rigidly. I could hardly take my eyes off them, that is until Mum hesitated, then gave me half a dozen photos of her completely nude. I could hardly hold them steady as I saw the patch of hair at the base of her belly, and the way she smiled invitingly at the camera, her body completely exposed.

Mum glanced at me sideways as she took the pictures from me, and then she handed me some of a black boy about my age, and I caught my breath when I saw that he was naked. The setting sun gleamed on his ebony skin, and he was grinning at the camera, his penis flaccid. But in the next couple of shots he was semi-erect, and then there was one of him holding his cock, now completely hard, still smiling at the camera.

'That's Henry,' Mum said softly. 'He was the son of one of the guides, and we became –good friends ...' Her voice trailed away, and she passed me two more photos. I nearly dropped them in surprise when I saw that they were of her and Henry, both naked, their arms round each other as they looked at the camera. In the other one his arm was completely round her body, and his hand was cupping her breast, while her fingers were wrapped round his erect penis.

'Henry took the pictures of me, and I took the ones of him and for those I used the self-timer on the camera ...' Mum said, and I could feel her looking at me, studying my reaction.

'Did he – did he – do you, Mum?' I asked hesitantly, and she laughed throatily.

'Of course he did, darling! He loves white women – and I loved his body – especially the bit I was holding!' She took my hand and squeezed it – we were sitting side by side on the sofa, very close together, and she held my hand between our legs, which were almost touching anyway, and the back of my hand was pressed against her bare thigh.

'You know I go out with men – you aren't shocked, are you, darling?'

I just shook my head, unable to speak. Yes, I knew about her men, but this was different, seeing her naked with the boy, holding his cock, and imagining his hands on her, and him fucking her with the cock she was holding ...

Mum sighed and released my hand, to gather up the photos and put them back in the envelope.

'I'm sorry, darling – I shouldn't have shown them to you – I just thought you'd like to see them.'

Somehow we got through the rest of the evening, but when it was time to go to bed it was I who kissed her, holding her even closer than usual, and then I fled to my room.

On Sunday mornings I always took Mum a cup of tea in bed, and sat with her while she drank it – it was something I'd done since I was little. All her nightdresses were very low-cut, and made of very thin material that was practically translucent, and as always I kept glancing at her breasts swelling from her plunging neckline, and the shadowy nipples that pushed against their insubstantial coverings.

As always, I bent to kiss her on the forehead as she struggled to sit up, but she lifted her face in an unmistakeable invitation to kiss her on the lips. One strap of her nightdress slipped off her shoulder, almost completely baring her left breast, and I felt my penis hardening inside my pyjama trousers. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her as she casually replaced the strap and sipped her tea. She was wearing her black nightdress, made of some sort of filmy lace that was even more transparent than her other nighties, and there was no mistaking her nipples moving slightly inside it, nor the shadowy curving undersides of her breasts.

To try to take my mind off my mother's body, I started to ask her something about what she planned to do that day, but then her hand slipped and she spilled most of her tea into the saucer. 

'Damn!' she said. 'I'm sorry, darling – could you take care of it for me?'

I took the cup and saucer and went to pour her another cup of tea, still thinking of her breasts, and hoping that my erection wasn't too obvious. But when I got back to her room I nearly dropped the tea in amazement – my mother was still sitting up in bed, but she'd taken off her nightdress, and her breasts were completely bare. She held out her hand to me, and I moved towards the bed, almost in a daze, staring at her body. 

'Put that down, darling,' she said softly, and although my hand was shaking I managed to put the cup and saucer down on the bedside table without dropping it. 'Now put you arms round me,' she whispered.

Suddenly, I was holding my mother's naked body in my arms, and then we were kissing. I had thought our recent kisses were exciting, but this one was incredible. Her wet, soft warm lips parted as her tongue gently probed my teeth, trying to gain entry, her head twisted as her mouth worked on mine, our tongues finally met, and mine explored inside her mouth, tracing the inside of her lips, flirting with her tongue, caressing it with mine. Our mouths parted and reunited, wetly, gently, then more passionately. I felt my hands stroking her naked back, her skin silky-smooth, and then she was fumbling for the buttons of my pyjama jacket. She got them undone, and then, still kissing, she pushed the jacket off my shoulders, and she rubbed her naked breasts against my bare chest.

She broke away for a moment, smiling at me. 'I thought one of us should do something, and it didn't seem as if it was going to be you, darling, so it had to be me!'

Then we were kissing again, and her arms slid around my neck as she ground her breasts against me. The kiss lasted a very long time, and then she reached for my hand and carried it to her breast. It's yielding softness was like nothing I'd ever known or dreamed of, and I caressed it, fondled it, kneaded it, feeling her pebble-hard nipple in the palm of my hand. Then she slipped her hand into the slit of my pyjamas and gently stroked my throbbing penis.

'You weren't very good at hiding this, darling!' she murmured, and I felt her thumb flicking across its head before she slowly eased my foreskin up and down for a moment.

'Take these off, darling!' she said huskily, tugging at the pyjama cord. Still holding and kissing her, I struggled out of the pyjama trousers, and then she pushed me away.

'I want to look at you!' 

Reluctantly, I released her and sat back, and my mother stared at my cock, still stroking it lightly with her slim fingers.

'You're beautiful!' she whispered, and bent forward to kiss my penis. I looked down at her head bent over my cock, and I stroked her naked back, before sliding my hand under her to grip her breast.

She kissed my cock lovingly for several moments, and her tongue circled it briefly, and then she lay back on the bed, pushing the bedclothes aside.

'Kiss my breasts, darling! Feel me!'

I looked at her lying there, offering herself to me, completely vulnerable, and it was all I could do to stop flinging myself on top of her and fucking her, but instead I slowly started to kiss her soft breasts. Her nipples were jutting rigidly, and I took first one and then the other in my mouth. I heard her hissing intake of breath as I sucked them, gently tugging them with my teeth, and then without being told I knew she'd like me to lick them, circling them with my tongue and feeling her stippled aureoles swelling, and I tried to suck as much of her breast in my mouth as I could.

My mother sighed and pulled me up to kiss her mouth again, and she took my hand and led it between her legs. She was dripping wet, and I slid my fingers into her, deeper and deeper, and then she guided my fingers to what I would later learn was her clitoris, and she showed me how to fondle it, squeeze it, and pull it, feeling her breasts heaving against my chest, and then she kissed me frenziedly for several minutes, until she shuddered and clung to me as I kept working on her clitoris. Then she took a deep breath and released me.

'I'd love you to do that with your mouth later, darling. Would you, please?'

I think the look on my face told her what she wanted to know, and she laughed and made me grip her breast again. She forced my fingers into her yielding flesh and kissed me breathlessly. 

'Harder, darling! Squeeze me harder! I won't break, and – I like to be hurt a little!'

I kissed the tiny pulse in her neck, and then her mouth, and I let my hands wander over her body. Her skin was like silk – or was it velvet? And I wanted to explore every inch of her, but most of all I wanted to fuck her. I was trembling with excitement, and I pushed her back on the bed and tried to climb onto her, but she held me away.

'No, dearest – you're almost coming already, and I want it to last. Come in my mouth, darling ...'

To my amazement, my mother eased me onto my back and crouched over me, and she started to lick my cock and kiss it, fondling my balls with her hand. Then she took me in her mouth and began sucking and rubbing me. I looked at her naked body and her head rising and falling above my throbbing cock, and I felt myself starting to lose control. I held her head in my hands, and then my body jerked and I literally exploded in her mouth. The sensation of my semen spurting into my mother's mouth was indescribable – seeing her swallow it eagerly, while she kept sucking me while her fingers urged my balls on, just added to my excitement, and I thought I'd never stop coming.

But eventually the spurts dwindled to a trickle, although my cock stayed hard, and my mother kissed and caressed it fervently, and when she looked up at me I saw that her eyes were heavy with lust.

'God, that was wonderful, darling – you came so much ...' she almost groaned, and she started kissing my body, biting my belly and sucking my nipples before she kissed my cock again, and then she took my aching balls in her mouth, sucking them gently. She crawled up to me, and I took her in my arms, and I suddenly realised she was sobbing.

'Darling – this started off being for your benefit, or at least that was what I told myself. I just wanted you to experience sex, and enjoy it, but now – now it's what I want, more than I've ever wanted anything – to make love to you, and you to – fuck me ...'

I wanted my mouth on her body again, and I started to kiss her breasts, and her belly, and then her legs. I worked my way down her thighs and calves, and kissed her feet and sucked her toes, and she rolled onto her side and I stroked her back and caressed her full bottom, squeezing it, and she shuddered.

'Darling – there's so much we can do – later, you can spank me, and put your dick up my backside – I love that – but now, come inside me, dearest!'

She eased herself onto her back and parted her legs, raising her knees slightly, and I lowered myself between her thighs. She reached for my cock and rubbed it against the lips of her vulva, her eyes closed, and I kneaded her breast, still wet with my saliva, and then she guided me into her, and I suddenly realised my cock was deep in my mother's vagina.

I was hard already, but I felt my cock swelling and lengthening even more as it moved in her warm, wet cavern that tightened on me as she contracted her muscles. Slowly, I began sliding my cock in and out of her, almost withdrawing completely and then pushing into her again. I saw her biting her bottom lip, her eyes closed, and I concentrated on the sensation of my cock enclosed in the embrace of her vagina. I wanted to savour every inch, every millimetre of its journey back and forth inside her, while at the same time I stroked her body and kissed her throat.

My mother began moaning softly, and I felt her wrap her legs round me, urging me deeper inside her. Strangely, I wasn't impatient for release, it was enough to keep fucking her without needing to come, and I must have fucked her for several minutes, kissing her face and neck, my hands on her body, reaching beneath her to lift her to meet my thrusts.

But then my mother's moaning increased, and it was she who was jerking her hips up to match my movements. Her body was suddenly damp with perspiration, and her head began to roll from side to side as she clung to me, her nails digging into me. I started to speed up, and fuck her more violently, ramming my cock into her remorselessly, and I crushed her breast in my hand, remembering what she'd said about liking tot be hurt.

She started to writhe beneath me – had her legs not been clamped around me, I might have been in danger of slipping out of her, but we were locked together, and I felt her nails gouging my back, and I gripped her slippery breast even harder. She opened her eyes and looked at me almost unseeingly.

'Hit me, darling!' she gasped, and I slapped her face, hard.

She gasped, and then her body arched, jerking in uncontrollable involuntary spasms, and at that moment I erupted into her. She screamed, and sank her teeth into my shoulder as she slammed her body against me, and I felt great gouts of semen jetting into her. I don't know how long I kept spurting into her, nor how long we clung to each other, our bodies trembling, but at last my mother lowered her legs and stared at me as if she'd never seen me before.

'Darling, darling,' she murmured over and over, and finally I rolled off her to hold her in my arms, feeling her breasts heaving, and I stroked her body as she fondled my softening cock with wet, sticky fingers.

Eventually our breathing returned to normal, and my mother smiled at me, her eyes shining.

'It seems like hours ago, dearest, but you asked me what I wanted to do today. I'm want to stay here, and make you keep fucking me!'



Mother Knows Best



It really hurt and I wanted it to stop but I couldn't say a thing. The big red ball gag was very effective at keeping me from speaking. I struggled against the bonds but was unable to move as she had me strapped in very tightly today. I really hated being in this position. My ass was in the air, my ankles securely bonded to my thighs, my arms bound in a leather arm-binder and my balls were wrapped with a cord. Suddenly the pain stopped. Her spiked heel was no longer pressing against my rectum and a sense of relief flooded over me. The next thing I felt was my balls being gently caressed by her stilettos. Next I heard her slowly walk around in front of me and the blindfold was suddenly torn away. My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light of the basement. My view was aided by the floor to ceiling mirrors that adorned all four walls and even the ceiling. My field of view was completely taken up by a black, six-inch. platform, spiked heel containing a black nylon covered foot. A gold ankle bracelet with a charm that read MKB reflected the dim basement light.

Suddenly I felt pain at the top of my head as she used my hair as a handle to pull my head off of the floor and raise me to a kneeling position in front of her. I was now eye level with her magnificent snatch. My whole world consisted of the top of her thigh high stockings framing a completely shaved pussy, topped by a tight flat stomach. 

"It's so hard. Little and pathetic to be sure, but hard none the less." she said as she gently caressed my cheek with her ring encrusted fingers. 

I felt a deep blush fill my face as her soft laugh filled the room. She gently cupped my chin, with her free hand and raised my head up so that I was looking into her eyes. It still hurt because the only thing holding me up was her grip on my hair. My view of her face was almost, but not completely blocked by a pair of the most fantastic tits I had yet seen in real life.

Mom was wearing a black rubber, long sleeved top that covered her completely. Her nipples were clearly visible through the skin tight material and written in studs across the top of her bust line was the word BITCH. The liquid black color of her rubber top contrasted beautifully with her crimson, talon like nails. I was deeply ashamed that this sight aroused me so much. Mother always dressed sexy but never as sexy as when she was administering discipline and mother was a professional at administering discipline. She saw most of her clients at a dungeon located in a warehouse. The basement was reserved for a few of her select clients, and me.

She sighed as she detached the ball gag and let it fall to the floor. It had served its purpose. No-one had heard me while she whipped my exposed ass with her favorite riding crop. "I might forgive you ditching class if you had a 4.0 GPA but with your grades I can't imagine what you were thinking. I let this type of behavior slide while you were a boy in high school but you are a nineteen year old man in college. A college education that I am paying for I might add."

I started to speak when she suddenly slapped me in the face, hard. She had not held anything back and I had distinctly felt both of the rings of her right hand.

"I don't recall asking you a question young man." Her voice was even and calm. "You know better than to speak to me out of turn. I went easy on you this time. After all it was only ditching a class, but speak to me again in a disrespectful manner and you will feel mommy's spike heel deep in your tight virgin ass little boy." she said, again calmly but with just a hint of menace. "I expect you to excel in school. Being in college is no excuse to jack off. If you don't graduate with a 3.0 I am going to actually hurt you. Do you understand that?" 

I nodded and ventured a meek, "Yes mother."

"Now that we understand each other more clearly let me add an inducement. If you graduate with GPA of 3.8 or better I will give you a...." her voice now dropped to a husky whisper and she added, "reward." As the final word came out of her mouth she gently caressed my hard cock with her high heel.

"Yes mother, I understand." I replied quietly.

"Good. I am glad we are clear. You may now service me to show your gratitude." With that she hastily kicked the quick releases which bound by ankles to my thighs and by continuing to hold me by my hair she pulled me across the room to her "throne." This was a toilet seat mounted to a low frame. She lifted the cover and sat down, crossing her long legs as she sat. She released my hair. "Standard position." was her simple command.

I slid under the seat from behind. This was standard position. Non standard was me on my back from the front. Non standard afforded her the opportunity to play with my cock with her shoes as I ate her out. I preferred standard because not only was my dick protected from her whims but I would get a better view of her fantastic double D breasts as I performed the mandatory servicing.

It had really freaked me out the first time my gorgeous mother had sat on my face. I had fantasized about her for a very long time and when I was younger I had wondered about some of her fashion choices, as this was before I had discovered that men paid my mother handsomely to dress in leather and beat the shit out of them. 

That first time mother had caught me with a really raunchy magazine and when I eventually gave her a smart answer she suddenly grabbed my crotch, really hard. She subsequently forced me to the floor and while still holding my nuts in a death grip she had lowered her crotch over my face and said, "If you like snatch so much you had better learn to eat it properly asshole." She had ripped her panties away and jammed her pussy against my face. It had been my first lesson in cunninglingus. 

I was now considerably more experienced and could bring her to orgasm fairly quickly. As my tongue touched her snatch she grabbed the D ring on the leather collar that encircled my neck. She pulled up hard and huskily said, "Deeper little boy."

Either she was really horny today or I was doing an especially good job. While she maintained an iron grip on my collar, pulling my face deep into her increasingly wet pussy, her free hand was vigorously messaging her magnificent tits. Suddenly she tore her rubber top open ruining it completely. She then did something I had never seen before that almost caused me to shoot my load. She cupped her left breast with her right hand and bringing it up to her mouth she sucked her own nipple into her mouth. She continued sucking on her own tit as she came on my face. She released me and her tit and I watched her for several minutes as she continued to pant. 

After she caught her breath she smiled down at me. "Very good, you are getting better. You are almost finished." An evil grin formed on her lips as she completed this sentence and she reached through her spread legs and grabbed my by the hair once again. She pulled me up against her pussy and said one word, "Drink." Her head then went back and she released a stream of warm piss into my mouth.

After this instance I redoubled my efforts to stay out of trouble. Mother did not let up, however, and she began hounding me for even the most minor infraction. 

"Christopher, get in here!" I heard as I worked on my calculus homework. I came into the kitchen and saw mom glaring at the kitchen table. She was dressed in an off white Liz Claiborne suit. As usual she wore the blouse with the top three buttons undone, sans bra. Another thing different about the way mom wore a suit is that if you looked carefully enough you would notice that she had a pair of white platform spike heels on. 

She picked a mostly black banana off of the table and held it up. "Haven't we talked about this? I don't like food going to waste and I don't like you leaving a disgusting mess for me to clean up. I am most certainly not your maid." She then paused and looked at me and then at the banana she held by her long nails, as though she was too disgusted to touch it directly. "Maybe you like your food mushy and rotten." She then smiled contemptuously and a moment later she squeezed the banana hard causing it to burst and the contents to fall to the floor. She had been standing with almost all of her weight on her left leg and her right foot jutted out at an angle in front of her. Mom then tilted her right foot up so that only the spiked heel was still on the ground. Her foot then pivoted so that her toes were hovering over the blackened banana. Slowly, while she looked me directly in the eyes she brought her foot down, flattening the banana into a gooey paste. "Oh my, now look at what you caused." she said sotto voice as she looked down at the mess at her feet. She then stepped forward and one foot at a time ground the remainder of the rotten fruit into the floor.

As I stood dumbfounded she pulled a chair out next to the mess and sat down, crossing her legs. "Well, what are you waiting for? Clean up your mess young man." 

I walked over to the counter and got a wad of paper towels. I then knelt down but before I could begin mother started laughing softly; "What do you think you are doing? We do not waste food in this house. I don't want a bit of that banana wasted. Eat it off of the floor Christopher." 

"But mom the......"

She suddenly had a fistful of my hair, "I am not the one who left a half eaten banana to waste away on the kitchen table young man. Maybe you will not waste food again. Now you know what happens to you when you mouth off so I suggest you shut up and get to it." 

As I ate the disgusting mess off of the floor I felt her clean hand gently comb through my hair. After I had eaten all that I could I mopped up the rest with a damp paper towel and got up to leave.

Right as I turned to leave I heard her clear her throat and I turned back around. Mother had extended her left foot straight out and was pointing at it; "I don't think you are quite finished young man."

I went to grab more towels but she again stopped me with a curt, "Do I need to explain this to you again Christopher?"

I knelt down in front of her and took her left foot gingerly in my hand and glanced up at mother as I began to lick the sweet mess off of the bottom of her shoe. As I began tonguing her shoe clean she drew a sharp breath. She messaged her right tit as I dutifully cleansed both of her high heels with my tongue. Last I she placed her perfectly manicured fingers into my mouth and made me clean her right hand of all the remaining banana.

After dinner that night mother was looking at me with a faraway look on her eyes. After I had cleared the table and done the dishes I asked to be excused. 

Quietly mother said, "Sit down Christopher." She then deliberately removed her lipliner from her purse and painted her lips a bright red that matched her nials. As I took my seat she continued. "It occurs to me that you have been studying very hard of late and I have been pleased with your 'performance' in all respects. So perhaps you deserve a little treat." With that she rose and slowly walked over to me. My chair was out at an angle perpendicular to the dinner table. Mother straddled the chair and slowly lowered herself into my lap while facing me. "It also occurs to me that you seem to really enjoy eating really mushy food. With that in mind I am inspired to feed you your dessert."

She reached across the table and retrieved a fresh banana from the fruit bowl in the center of the dining table. As she peeled it she continued talking in low sensuous tones, "You are becoming quite skilled in the use of your tongue Christopher. I enjoyed watching you clean my stilettos and you made mommy come so hard last month." By now the banana was completely peeled and she turned her attention back to me. She cupped my chin and said, "Now open your mouth wide and hold it that way Christopher." Then she did something that made my cock instantly stiff. She basically went down on the banana. Watching those perfect red lips form an O around that faux cock was intensely erotic. After taking about six inches she bit it off and chewed all the while staring directly into my eyes. I had relaxed my mouth as I watched her and now she squeezed my jaw with her hand signaling me to hold my mouth wide open. While still chewing her left hand softly went to the back of my neck. She placed her right hand on my cheek and slowly drew our mouths together. Opening her mouth wide her lips formed a perfect seal with mine. Forcefully she frenched the goo in her mouth into mine. In this manner she fed the rest of the banana to me. After I had swallowed it all we continued to kiss passionately. Mom was grinding against me as we frenched. My hands were roaming her back and her petite body felt oh so good. I had never before been allowed to touch her. 

Suddenly mom broke our kiss and looked at me wantonly. Slowly her hands went to the front of he blouse and she suddenly ripped it open sending buttons flying everywhere. My hands instinctively went to those magnificent half globes. That was a mistake.

Suddenly I was being bitch slapped. "DID I FUCKING SAY YOU COULD TOUCH ME ASSHOLE!" I was stunned and froze. Mom got up and quickly walked out saying over her shoulder, "Don't fucking move." I heard her come back into the kitchen behind me. She roughly grabbed my wrists behind me and slapped them into a pair of steel cuffs. She then straddled me again and dropped into my lap hard, which hurt me and made her smile. Cupping my chin again she said, "You just never learn." She then leaned forward and continued kissing me passionately until she was again excited and grinding against me. 

Again she broke our kiss but continued to grind her pelvis against my crotch as she looked at me through half opened eyes. "Open." she commanded and I again obeyed. She then spit in my mouth and when I closed my mouth in disgust she slapped me across the face and said, "Did I tell you to close your mouth?" I knew she was not kidding around and I re-opened my mouth wide. She then spit into my mouth several more times before stopping and commenting, "Much better. Never forget I am to be obeyed, always and without hesitation. Now swallow." 

After I had swallowed moms spit she smiled again and said, "Now open up again, not so wide, there you go." She then stood up and dragged her right nipple up my chin past my bottom lip and into my mouth. "Suck - gently." I could not believe it. I had always fantasized about sucking her huge melons but never thought it would actually happen.

"Oh God. - Yes like that. - Oh that feels marvelous. Keep sucking. Mommy has been messaging her breasts since you were little and she is still lactating. I want you to drink mommy's milk Christopher." As I sucked her tit I strained against the handcuffs. God I wanted to touch her. 

I opened my eyes and looked down. Her left hand was now deep down her pants and it looked like she was finger fucking herself. I looked up and my heart raced as I saw that with her right hand she had cupped her other tit and was sucking it. About this moment her milk started to flow into my mouth. Mom then started cumming. As she came she sucked a large portion of her breast into her mouth. 

After she came she dropped back into my lap, pulling her right tit from my mouth as she fell. Roughly she grabbed my head and tilting it back she forced her mouth over mine. As I opened my mouth mom forced a large quantity of her milk into my mouth. After I swallowed it she continued to kiss me for a couple of minutes. 

Mother then stood up and roughly pulled me by my hair into a standing position. She went behind me and deftly removed the handcuffs. "Turn around Christopher." She said coldly. "Now I gave you a very nice treat and what did you do? You tried to grope your mother. Would any of your friends attempt to grab a handful of their mother's titties Christipher?'

"Well.... I ...Uh." I responded.

"Of course they would not. What possessed you to think you could mystifies me. I don't want it happening again. Are we clear young man?"

"Yes mother." I was still flustered and way turned on but I really did not want to piss her off either.



Mother Knows Best



Elizabeth crossed the airport parking lot, unlocked the door to her car, and opened it. She tossed her briefcase and overnight bag on the passenger seat and stood up straight, stretching her arms high in the air over her head. She twisted her body trying to loosen up the kinks from a nine hour flight.

"What I need is a stiff drink and good long roll in a bed with something equally as stiff," she said with a grin as she lowered her arms. She bent forward, back, and from side to side. It did not help much at all.

Looking around, Elizabeth slipped off her heels. Picking them up, she tossed them in the car on the passenger side floor. She came up on her toes a couple of times feeling the muscles in her calves tightening even more than when she had the heels on. It felt good.

She came up on her toes one more time and looked around the parking lot over the roof of her car. Coming down off her toes she turned and looked around the parking lot even more. There were a couple of people on the other side of her car waiting at a cabstand.

"Ok, time to get comfortable," she said with a smile as she slipped off her suit coat and tossed it in on top of her luggage, what little there was of it. She was supposed to be gone a week, three days of business and four days of pleasure. The only thing was, she had been stood up for the latter.

"Asshole," she muttered as she thought of Carl and his getting cold feet. Tall, young, muscular and fit, Carl was to be her latest trophy, so to speak. Yeah, he was married but she did not want him full time, she just want to fuck his brains out, or rather, the other way around. 

He had all the earmarks of one hell of a lay, big hands, big feet, and a very large bulge in the front of his slacks. The problem was his wife. He obviously loved her more than he did great sex. Not that she thought she was bragging. He had phoned her once she was on the plane and on her way to say that he could not make it after all. 

"His lose," Elizabeth said sharply as she hiked up her skirt and jerked down her bikini panties. She paused with them at her knees and stood up. She looked around slowly as she shifted one leg and then the other, the panties slowly moving toward her ankles, her thigh high stockings allowing them to slide easily.

Not seeing anyone, she sighed, bent and took the panties off over her feet. She had never actually flashed anyone on purpose but the thought had always intrigued her. At forty two and single once again, she was finding many new things, kinky things, which intrigued her somewhere down deep. 

As she stood up, she pressed the balled up panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. The aroma was heady, sweet but earthy. She had been horny as hell every since she had left the last meeting late yesterday afternoon. She had rushed back to her hotel room with the idea of masturbating to several long drawn out orgasms. 

Everything had started out fine. Her nipples were hard enough to be puckered just from brushing her fingernails back and forth over them. Using one hand to continue to tease her breasts and nipples, she ran the other down over her stomach to comb the fine blonde hair of her mound. Then as her fingertips brushed her clit, Carl's face popped into her mind. That killed everything and made her angry.

She had jumped up, dressed, packed, and checked out of the hotel. On the way to the airport, she calmed down somewhat but Carl's face continued to bug her mind. She was still in a bad mood when she dozed off on the plane. Her dreams were weird in one way and erotic in another. A book she had started to read about bondage accounted for the weird part. She had found it in a box that had been in her daughter's room. 

Caroline, her daughter had moved out several years ago when she headed off to college but she still showed up at the oddest times to spend a night or two. She even showed up with her boyfriend and supposed sometime in the future husband. He was a nice guy but he was too easy going to tame her daughter. That was very obvious.

Luckily, Carl was not in her dreams, but there was a tall, athletic young man, she did not recognize but he seemed vaguely familiar. He reminded her of her daughter's boyfriend in many ways. That was also weird, as she had never felt any attraction to what's his name.

Elizabeth tried to remember his name. When she could not, she shook herself and lowed the panties. With a grin, she tossed them in on top of her suit coat. Still grinning, she reached in and got the suit coat as an idea came to her. Draping it over the door, she took her time unbuttoning the long sleeves of her white silk blouse and then unbuttoned the front. With a quick glance around, she pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it. 

The air was cool and the wind made her shiver as she took off the blouse and tossed it in the car. With just her bra on, she felt very vulnerable. She had to force herself to reach up and unhook the catch at the front of her bra. Her hands were shaking she noticed. Fear or excitement? Now there was a question. In either case, she could not believe she was doing this but she felt empowered in a way that pushed Carl out of her mind. 

As she opened the bra and let the straps slid off her shoulders, she shivered again. Standing naked from the waist up in the middle of a parking lot was definitely a new experience. One that made her nipples ache and her pussy feel itchy and slippery wet when she shifted her hips from side to side.

She tossed the bra in the car and picked up the suit coat. She slipped her right arm in the sleeve as a movement to her right made her turn her head. An older man with a briefcase was hurrying across the parking lot, his eyes on the asphalt under his feet. 

Elizabeth smiled as she put her left arm in the coat. She knew her breasts were pushed forward and fully exposed as she slipped the coat on and settled it on her shoulders. The man never looked up from the ground. Her smile turned to a grin as she fanned the coat several times flashing the man her breasts. 

As she closed it the last time and started to button the middle button, the man finally looked her way. He gave her a curt nod and continued on his way. 

"Another one that doesn't know what he missed," she whispered as she turned and got in the car. 

She started the car and let it idle too warm up the engine. The center button of her suit coat held it closed but it showed a deep V between her breasts that made it obvious that she did not have a bra on. She shifted in her seat, spreading her knees as wide as the drivers seat allowed. Her tight skirt rode up on her thighs. The tops of her stockings were exposed and she could feel cool air on her very warm sex.

She put her foot on the brake and put the shifter into reverse. As she backed out of the parking space, she whispered, "I hope there is a cute young guy at the exit."

*****

There was no cute guy at the exit to the parking lot. There was no one at all. Her parking ticket went in a machine, she swiped her credit card, and the gate opened. With a sigh, she drove out the gate and turned left toward home. 

It was a little after eight AM so rush hour traffic was already starting to thin. It was certainly too early for that stiff drink she had thought of earlier. Coffee was a thought but.... She wondered if she had the nerve to go into a crowded café dressed as she was.

"Suppertime, maybe yes, but not at this time of day," she said aloud. 

At the next light, she got in the left turn lane and made her way to the freeway. It was fairly empty for this time of day but then again she was going north and all the people going to work were going south. She moved over to the middle lane, set her cruise control to five miles over the speed limit, and relaxed.

She checked her mirrors quickly. Most of the traffic was moving about the same speed as she was. She licked her lips and then chewed on the bottom one for a second before she opened the single button holding her suit coat closed. She shivered at the naughty feeling the four inch wide strip of bare skin showing gave her.

For the next few miles, she kept checking her mirrors constantly. She also wonder if she would have the nerve to keep the coat open if anyone came up behind her. Her breathing made the silk lining of the coat rub on her super sensitive nipples. Her nipples were sensitive but not like this, she thought with another shiver.

After a while, when no one came up behind her, she got braver and used one hand to open the strip even wider. The lapels on the coat were now over her nipples and their extra weight made the material rub even more sensuously as she took several deep breaths.

Elizabeth's right hand kept moving off the steering wheel and dropping to her lap. The rub on her nipples was sending tingles to her sex and her hand seemingly with a mind of it's own wanted to rub her clit. The fourth time this happened, she moved her hand to the top of her thigh.

She had had orgasms in a car, even on a car but never while driving. Her hand moved up as it turned. She used a single fingernail to teasingly trace figure eights on her inner thigh just above the top of her stocking. Her knees opened as wide as the driver's space would allow as she whimpered softly.

After a moment, she moved her hand back to the steering wheel quickly as she felt her lower back tensing up. "Girl, are you crazy?" she asked herself aloud. "You'll end up in a wreck with no panties on and no blouse for that matter." 

A glance at her side mirror made her tense up. A tall four wheel drive pickup truck was even with her rear bumper. She could see three men in the front seat. When her right hand started to move to close the coat, she gripped the steering wheel even tighter and moaned softly.

"They probably won't even look down at an old lady," she whispered but a shiver ran up and down her spine at the thought that they might.

The truck drew even with her car and started to move ahead. Then it fell back to pace her vehicle. Elizabeth groaned deeply. She knew the man at the truck window had seen her. In her mind, she could see the one in the middle leaning over to look also. She wanted to close her knees but steeled herself against it.

Her hand wanted to move but not to close the coat. It now wanted to open the coat or even worse, it wanted to rub her clit. With a deeper groan, she gripped the wheel tightly again. "What's with you girl? You've never acted this way before. Why today?"

She knew the answer deep down. Carl had made a fool of her in her own mind, so now she was acting out, showing off. The fact that she was horny as hell had a lot to do with it also. The fact that someone was looking at her exposed skin and wanton display made her even hornier. It was a self feeding loop.

Elizabeth felt her knees moving out and then back in slightly several times. She could also feel the slippery folds of her sex rubbing together as they did. She whimpered softly and bit her lower lip as she wondered if she was going to come from the men watching her. Her hand still wanted in her lap but right at that moment, even touching her inner thigh would have set her off.

An overhead sign flashed by. Suddenly, Elizabeth realized she had passed up her off ramp. "Oh, shit," she whispered as she checked her mirrors and changed lanes away from the truck. Two grinning faces filled the passenger side window. That almost set her off. If she even closed her thighs, it would, she realized. 

With a long drawn out groan she checked her mirrors again, moved over to the far right lane, and got off at the next off ramp. The whole time, she did not dare look at the truck again. She was just that close to an orgasm.

At the red light at the bottom of the off ramp, she stopped. Slowly she closed her thighs to a more natural position and used two shaking hands to button two buttons on her suit coat. "That was crazy," she whispered to herself.

When the light changed, she drove two blocks and turned right, headed back toward home. She took the back streets all the way, as she forced her mind to stay on the subject of driving instead of masturbation. However, once she was home, all bets were off, she assured herself.

*****

Elizabeth parked in her driveway. Her daughter's car was not there so she would have the whole house to herself. She had a wide grin on her face as she leaned over and retrieved her high heels. As she slipped the shoes on she whispered, "I can make as much noise as I like for a change."

She buttoned her coat fully, opened the door of the car, and got out. At the passenger door, she paused to look the yard over. It was small but neat as a pin. The bed of yellow blossoms that flanked the front door were in sharp contrast to the red brick and the dark green of the cedars at each end of the house. 

As she turned and opened the car door, she wondered when Carlos from the lawn service was due. He was not her type at all but she loved to peek at him when he was working. He was short but very muscular and always wore white tight fitting t-shirts that clung so gorgeously to his body when it was hot and he was sweaty.

In her present horny condition, she shivered, and then shook herself. "Down, girl," she whispered to herself. "You'll be in the house shortly and then...."

She stuffed her blouse into her briefcase and started to do the same with her panties but changed her mind and slipped them into her coat pocket. With a soft whimpering sigh, she got her bags out of the car and headed for the front door.

Once inside, she carried the bags across the living room and down the hall toward her bedroom. The only noise she was making was the tap, tap, tap of her heels on the hardwood floors.

Suddenly, a loud male voice called out from her daughter's room, "About time you got back you silly bitch. Get your ass in here and untie me." The voice sounded strained and sharp. It was also a voice she did not recognize.

She set her bags down and advanced toward the open door of her daughter's room. Peeking around the edge of the opening, she gasped sharply and jerked her head back. A guy she had never seen before was spread eagled on her daughter's bed. He was as naked as the day he was born. 

"Are you going to untie me or not?" the guy asked loudly.

The word tied bounced around in Elizabeth's head for a moment as thoughts of her daughter's bondage book came back with a rush. Caroline had tied a guy to her bed and then left? Where had she gone and why? When was she coming back? Questions, questions, and more questions.

Elizabeth peeked around the doorframe again. Sure enough, there were black leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. A black webbed strap ran from each to the four posts on the bed. Her eyes darted to his thick hard dick. There was some sort of thin leather looking strap around the base and around his ball sack.

Intrigued and feeling brave, Elisabeth stepped out where the man could see her. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked sharply as he pulled at the straps with his arms. This made his arm muscles bulge and his muscular chest expand even more.

"I could ask you the same question," Elisabeth said with a grin. 

"Untie me!" the man ordered, struggling even more in his restraints.

Still smiling, Elizabeth replied, "You are not in much of a position to make demands, now are you?"

The guy stopped struggling and stared at Elizabeth with a frown on his face. After a moment he sighed and said, "I guess not but I would appreciate it if you would untie me."

"I'm assuming my daughter is the one who tied you up and from what I see, I can pretty much guess why." Elizabeth paused to openly stare at the hard dick resting on his lower belly. "I know that thing gives me some wild ideas."

The guy stared hard at Elizabeth but did not say anything for nearly a minute. "Caroline wasn't too much interested in my dick once she got me tied up. Before, yeah, but not after."

"Ah, I see.... At least, I think I do. Other than part of one book on bondage that I found in my daughter's stuff, I know nothing about the subject."

"Then you know more than I do," the guy said as he pulled at the wrist straps again.

Elizabeth chuckled. "Maybe not as you are the one tied up."

"You do have a point," the guy replied as he relaxed his muscles. "I still want to get untied," he added quickly.

With a deep shivery breath, Elizabeth grinned and whispered, "I'm sorry my daughter left you this way but...."

She walked over to the foot of the bed before she finished, "Your bad luck seems to be my good luck. Waste not, want not, as the saying goes."

"Look lady, me and your daughter were going to have a few laughs and a little fun but this has gotten way out of hand."

Elizabeth leaned over and ran a single fingernail up and down lightly along the length of his manhood. It twitched and jumped as she did. She traced the nail along the strap around his dick and balls. "What's this all about?'

"Hell if I know. Your daughter said it was to keep me from coming and to keep my dick hard. I've never had any problems with my dick not staying hard and I have always had good control when it came to coming. It's just more of her kinky shit if you ask me."

Elizabeth wrapped her fingers around his hot rock hard shaft and lifted it up vertically. "It definitely is hard," she whispered as she gave it a gentle squeeze. When she ran her hand up and down slowly along the lengthy shaft, his hips flexed up and down slightly.

Looking up at his face, she smiled. The smile turned to a grin as she watched his eyes flick from his dick to the top of her coat and back again several times. She continued to slowly stroke his dick as she reached up with the other hand and unbuttoned her suit coat. 

By the time she had the coat completely unbuttoned, his eyes were glued to her breasts. "Do you like what you see?" she asked softly.

When he nodded, she released his dick and straightened up. She slowly and teasingly slipped the coat off and hung it on the bedpost. He licked his lips as she teased the underside of her breast with her long nails and then circled each hard nipple with a single nail on each one.

His gaze and the fact that he could not do anything made her shiver. She licked her lips and then asked in a quivery voice, "Would you suck on a nipple if I placed it in your mouth?"

He licked his lips and nodded ever so slightly.

With a sudden strange sense of power, Elizabeth walked to the head of the bed and bent over. The bed was too wide so she climbed up on it. His eyes darted to the hem of her skirt as she did. That reminded her of the panties in her coat pocket so she got off the bed and went to get them.

Back on the bed, she held the panties up and shook them just above his face. "Were you looking for these?" she asked with a slight catch in her voice.

"Uh...." The guy muttered for a second and then added, "I'm a guy, if a woman puts me in a position to look up her dress, I'm going to look."

Elizabeth nodded and then a wild idea came to her. Not waiting to think too much about it, she shook the panties out and then slipped the waistband over the guys face with the crotch up. He moved his head back and forth trying to keep her from getting them in place. She worked them down over his head until they covered his face, his nose right on the spot that had smelled so good to her earlier.

"Something to think about as you lick and suck my nipples," she told him as she leaned over, her left nipple inches above his panties covered mouth. "Now, stick out your tongue and lets see how well you can work it."

With a laugh, she came back up onto her knees. "That isn't going to work, now is it." 

She spent a moment rolling the waistband of the panties up and positioning them so his mouth was not covered. This bunched more of the thin material of the panties over his nose. 




Mother Knows Best



Leaning back over she positioned her nipple an inch above his mouth. "Now, about that tongue of yours...."

When he did not lick her nipple, she reached down and patted his dick. "You wouldn't want to make me do something drastic, now would you?" She patted his dick a little harder. A second later, his tongue shot out and flicked her nipple. 

"Good boy," she whispered as his tongue flicked her nipple again. "A little faster and harder if you please."

His tongue flicking her nipple back and forth made her whimper softly. "Oh yes, that is so nice," she whispered more to herself than to him.

A minute or so later, she moved that nipple away and centered her right nipple over his mouth. He flicked it back and forth with the end of his tongue. "You do that so well," she whispered. 

This being in complete control was an entirely new experience for Elizabeth and she was enjoying it utterly. Not only the feeling of his tongue on her nipples but the power trip she was getting from controlling him. Some of the things she had read in her daughter's book made more sense now. It had said that bondage was a give and take scenario but she had not made any connections with it. 

She lowered her breast and said, "Lick all around the nipple with a circular motion."

When he complied, she whimpered softly. His warm tongue felt so good as it moved over the sensitive skin and brushed the side of her nipple. She changed nipples after a moment and whimpered again as his tongue did exactly as she had told him to do.

Slowly she lowered her nipple until it was against his lips. "Suck it nicely and do a good job with your tongue and I might return the favor," she said softly.

When he sucked the end of her breast into his hot mouth and bathed it with his swirling tongue, she groaned. "Oh yes, that is so good. Keep doing that and then alternate between this and flicking it back and forth rapidly," she instructed him.

When he followed her instructions to the letter, she moaned again and pressed her breast tighter to his mouth. He sucked even more of her full breast into his mouth and ran his tongue all over with a fluttery motion. Little jolts of pleasure ran through her body.

"You are doing such a good job," she whispered as she pulled her breast away from his mouth. Moving sideways slightly, she lowered her other nipple to his lips. "Let's see how you do on this one."

He sucked, licked, and then flicked her nipple as he had the other one. When she pressed her breast tighter to his mouth, he sucked in more and bathed it with his tongue but this time he kept up a rhythmic suck and release as he did. It felt even better that before.

"Very good. I like that even better," she told him as a shiver ran up and down her spine. 

She tightened up her sex and felt the slippery slide of the folds as she did. The sudden thought of sitting on his face made her moan loudly, her pussy tightening up even more.

She pulled her breast out of his mouth and sat back on her heels. She looked down at the guy's face and then down at his dick. It looked even thicker than before. It felt even hotter where her hand rested against it.

"You know, I could have bitten your nipple completely off," the guy said suddenly.

Elizabeth closed her fingers around his dick and squeezed hard. "And I would have pulled you dick out by the roots and fed it to you," she said in a low dangerous voice.

"I doubt that," he said and then winched as Elizabeth tried to bend his dick double. "Ok, ok, I was only kidding anyway."

Elizabeth relaxed her grip and ran her hand back and forth slowly, stroking his dick from the base to the spongy head. She stroked him until his hips flexed just slightly. She stopped moving her hand but did not release him. She took to squeezing and relaxing her grip.

Her eyes had been locked with his this whole time. "Just between me and you, what was my daughter interested in, if not your dick?"

"Uh, I think you already know the answer to that question."

"I want to hear you say it," Elizabeth whispered as her grip on his dick tightened.

"She was more interested in me eating her pussy," he said quickly.

"Do you like eating pussy?" When he nodded, Elizabeth asked, "Would you like to eat my pussy?" Before he could answer, she stroked his dick quickly and added, "The smell of mine and sucking my nipples seems to have gotten you even harder. Which was it?" She continued to stroke his dick, holding it a little firmer as she waited for his answer. 

His hips made a little jerky flex. He licked his lips and took a deep breath. "You smell a lot like your daughter, sweet but with a spicy overtone."

"Which?" Elizabeth prompted still stroking him firmly.

"Both. You have beautiful full breasts and...." He paused to groan.

Elizabeth slowed her hand. "My daughter's are small. I wash her bras after all."

He nodded and chewed his bottom lip. A few seconds later, he added a groan and, "I should be coming right now but I can't."

"Then my daughter was right about that strap thing." Elizabeth stopped moving her hand And Looked down at his dick. The head was all shiny and wet. She moved her hand up until the head was in her palm. Then she twisted her hand back and forth. She could feel the slipperiness.

Releasing his dick, she brought her hand up and showed him her palm. "Nope, no cum, just the clear pre-cum stuff." 

He groaned softly and then whispered, "Yes, I'd love to eat your pussy but you have to promise to take that damned strap thing off after I do."

With a grin and a shiver, Elizabeth said, "We'll see."

Hiking her skirt up around her waist, Elizabeth moved to straddle the guy's chest. Grabbing the headboard for support, she moved forward until she had her knees above his head and her sex centered over his face. Suddenly, she had misgivings about what she was doing.

"When is Caroline coming back? For that matter, where did she go?"

"She said something about a class and a luncheon she was supposed to attend. That's all I know."

"Why did she leave you tied up?"

He took a deep breath and replied, "She said she wasn't finished with me."

Elizabeth stifled a giggle as she looked over her shoulder at his thick hard dick. "There may not be anything left for her after I'm finished with you," she muttered under her breath as she lowered her sex toward his face.

Looking down between her breasts, she realized she needed to move even more forward to hit his mouth. She moved and then lowered her sex again. This time her opening was lined up with his nose. She was too far forward now.

"I've never done this before so bare with me for a little bit." Then she thought about what she had said and added, "I've had my pussy eaten, I love to have my pussy licked and sucked, but I have never done it with me on top.

Her opening was only an inch above his cloth covered nose. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to sit on his nose. Before she could change her mind, she did just that. The silky cold cloth of her panties touching her hot opening made her jerk as his nose forced them just inside.

She lifted up and adjusted her knees again. "Sorry about that, I just could not resist trying out your nose."

Before he could answer, she lowered her sex and covered his mouth with it. His tongue shot up and buried itself deep in her vagina. She groaned deeply as his tongue wiggled deeper and his lips settled around her opening with a sucking slurp. Her hips were rocking back and forth on their own before she realized it. 

When his nose brushed her clit, she jerked and gave out with a soft sharp moan. "Oh, my, God," she whispered loudly as her clit rubbed his nose and his tongue wiggled against her g-spot. "If I come, I'm going to drowned you."

He made a muffled reply that she did not understand but there was no way she could move from where she was at that moment. His tongue was still wiggling maddeningly so he must be all right, she thought just as a monster of a climax hit her deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she yelled as she hunched her sex against his face even harder, her climax climbing even higher as her clit bumped against his nose. After a minute or so, or an hour as far as she could tell, she lifted her hips with a deep drawn out groan.

"This could kill an old lady," she got out raggedly.

"From the way your pussy was grabbing my tongue, I don't think you're an old lady at all," the guy said.

Elisabeth looked down to see him licking his lips, chin, and every other part of his face he could reach. When he saw her looking at him, he said with a grin, "Juicy, too."

A hot flush almost like a blush covered Elizabeth's face for a second. "I'll take that as a compliment and the fact that you do like eating pussy." After a seconds pause she added, "Either you are very good at it or I was very horny. I think it was a bunch of both."

"Why would a good looking lady like you be horny? You have your choice of men I'll bet."

Elizabeth shrugged. "I got stood up for a long weekend of passion. That sure doesn't sound like a whole lot of sex appeal to me."

"Someone is a fool."

Before he could say anything else, Elizabeth lowered her sex to his mouth again. She did not want to think about Carl, much less talk about him. The man's tongue snaked back into her vagina with a wiggle that sent chills up and down her spine.

"Yes, you are very good at that," she whispered softly as she rocked her hips slowly. She was careful not to bump her clit against his nose but she found brushing it made shivers play tag up and down her spine. An orgasm was building slowly but she was in no hurry for it. 

As the tingling inside and in her lower back increased, she lifted up on her knees again and looked down at the young man's shiny face. "How are you doing down there? Personally that is, I know how well you are treating me."

"Uh, other than my tongue and neck getting a little tired I'm fine. Enjoying myself even."

An idea struck Elizabeth. She spent a few minutes changing positions. Back on her knees again, she was now facing the young man's feet. After a few adjustments, she once again lowered her sex to his mouth. Well, she thought it was her sex until his tongue zeroed in on her asshole. She gave a jerk of surprise and then lowered her ass back into place.

His tongue licking and probing her ass shot jolts of pleasure straight to her sex. With a soft moan, she whispered, "I should have tried this years ago."

"Sitting on someone's face or getting your asshole licked," the guy asked in a muffled voice.

"Both," Elizabeth said as she wiggled her ass from side to side slowly. "Other than this one young man a long time ago, no one has ever licked my ass. I had forgotten how good it feels."

"So I take it, you are a virgin back here." 

"Other than a finger or two and a long thin vibrator one time, yes," Elizabeth confessed. 

The man redoubled his efforts at probing her ass deeply. Elizabeth groaned loudly and found she was pushing back against his tongue. "Oh yes, that feels so much better than anything before."

"How do you think it would feel to be fucked in the ass with a dick?"

Elizabeth opened her eyes to stare at the young man's dick. With a giggle she whispered, "I'm not sure this thing will fit in my pussy, much less my ass."

"It would take a little time and work but yeah, I could get it to fit just fine."

With a groan at the thought of getting that dick stuffed in her ass, Elizabeth came up on her knees and looked down at the young man's face under her. "I'm not sure of that. The last young man who licked my ass tried it. It hurt like hell as I remember it."

"He obviously either didn't know what he was doing or was in too big a hurry."

"He was only half your size. Dick wise that is."

The young man laughed and shook his head. "Size has nothing to do with it. Patience, stretching, and relaxing your ass muscles are the keys to fucking a tight ass."

Elizabeth laughed. "I've been called a tight ass more than once but I don't think they quite meant it in the same way. Anyway, when Caroline shows up and finds out I've been playing with her toys; all hell will most likely break loose. She will be pissed at me and you my young friend will be history."

The guy shrugged. "I had planned on being history earlier this morning. That is, until I got tied up. So what's the difference except I've met you."

Lowering her ass back down to his face, Elizabeth sighed and whispered, "You do have a point and an excellent tongue. I might have to invest in a set of those straps and cuffs myself." The tongue fluttering and probing her asshole made her groan loudly. "I might even have to investigate ass fucking a little closer."

Whatever the young man was going to say was muffled as Elizabeth leaned forward and licked at the clear drop of pre-cum glistening on the end of his dick. His tongue switching to her pussy made her whimper as it drew her attention back to the building orgasm deep in her sex.

Leaning forward onto her elbows, Elisabeth got a two handed grip on the dick in front of her and stuffed the head in her mouth. It tasted spicy as she swirled her tongue around the flange. She felt as much as heard a moan come from between her thighs. She tried to grin with the dick in her mouth, the biggest dick she had ever touched.

She popped the head out of her mouth and tickled it with flicks of her tongue. The young man's hips flexed up and down slowly. Elizabeth realized her hips were doing the same thing and the orgasm was getting bigger and even closer. "Time to see if this damned thing will fit," she whispered softly as she rose up onto her knees.

She knee walked down his body until she reached his hip. She thought about staying in this position but wanted to see the young man's face as she sat down on him. Turning around, she smiled and said, "Ready or not, here I come, in more ways than one."

"Aren't you going to take that damned strap off?"

Elizabeth reached between her legs and lifted his dick up. It was hot and as hard as an iron rod. She smiled as she rubbed the big spongy head up and down in her slit and over her sopping wet opening. "I'll think about it after this orgasm is over, which won't be long believe me. I doubt if I'll last to get more than the head inside."

She centered the head of his dick up on her opening and added some weight by lowering her body. The head mashed against her opening and then slowly spread it. It was not painful but it made Elizabeth gasp as the head slowly entered her vagina. She felt like she was sitting on a baseball bat.

As it went deeper, Elizabeth groaned loudly as did the young man. Part way in it seemed to stick so she lifted her hips slightly and then sat down again. His dick went even deeper. Both of then groaned loudly, seemingly in harmony as she slid farther and farther down his dick.

When her ass cheeks touched his hips, Elizabeth suddenly realized she had his whole dick in her pussy. That thought pushed her over the edge into a monster of an orgasm. Her hands came up to kneed and squeezer her breasts as her hips rocked back and forth moving the big dick ever so slightly inside her. 

She was in that other world of time and space that orgasms seem to take people to. That place where colors flash behind closed eyelids, fireworks go off in your brain, and pleasure is a flowing sparking thing along every nerve ending in your body. Time had no meaning other than it seemed to last forever.

*****

Something jarred Elizabeth's little world of pleasure. It seemingly drew her back to reality to find herself still sitting on that big dick and leaning forward with her hands on the young man's chest. Her pussy was still clenching and grabbing at the big intruder. Pleasure was still rippling along her nerves.

"Mother!"

Who was yelling, Elizabeth wonder for a moment until her daughter yelled, "Mother!" for the third time. Elizabeth turned her head and looked over her shoulder to see her daughter standing in the doorway with a fist on each hip.

Her daughter saw her looking and yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Do I have to state the obvious?" Elizabeth asked with a grin that she did not realize she was wearing.

Looking back at the young man, she said, "I told you she wasn't going to be happy with me for playing with her toys." He just nodded.

When Elizabeth looked back at the doorway, her daughter was gone. "Now where did she go?" she asked no one in particular.

"Uh, does she own a gun?" the young man asked.

"Not that I know of," Elizabeth replied and then added, "Maybe she left again."

"Uh, maybe you should go see where she is."

Elizabeth wiggled her hips slightly and whimpered softly. "I don't think so. I'm kind of stuck here and to tell the truth, I'm not in a hurry to get up."

"It's not like I can go," the guy said with a grin. 

His grin turned into a soft moan as Elizabeth moved her hips up an inch and then lowered them back down. "Do you really want to go anywhere?" Elizabeth asked as she moved her hips up and back again. He shook his head quickly. "I kind of thought as much," she added as she slowly worked her hips up and down, rising farther each time.

That big dick moving in her tight pussy had Elizabeth quite giddy, not to mention the lingering effects of the last orgasm. Normally she would have jumped and ran in panic but right now it didn't seem to matter as much as the dick she was riding. She could feel ever inch of it filling and emptying her like never before.

Caroline yelled, "Mother!" again from the doorway.

Not missing a beat, Elizabeth looked her way and said, "Can we discuss this later, I'm a little busy right this minute."

"But he's my date," Caroline whined.

"Then you shouldn't have left him just lying around with the door wide open."

"But you were not supposed to be home for another four day," Caroline protested.

By now, Elizabeth was riding with almost full length strokes. She moaned deeply as shivers chased each other up and down her back. "Oh that feels so very good," she whispered to the young man under her and said, "Shit happens," to her daughter.

When Caroline did not say anything, Elizabeth glanced toward the doorway. Her daughter was just standing there with her mouth hanging open. It suddenly hit Elizabeth that her daughter was standing there watching her fuck a young man tied to her daughter's bed. She was not sure whether to laugh or cry. 

After a long drawn out groan of pure pleasure, she told her daughter. "You can shut that door you know."

"But, but, but...." Caroline stuttered.

"We're saving that for next time," the guy on the bed said with a big grin.

The sound of the door slamming made Elizabeth jump and get out of sync with the rise and fall of the young man's hips as he helped fuck her spasming pussy.

"I thought she would never leave," Elizabeth whispered as she got their rhythms back together. 

She kept having little sharp orgasms but there was also one building in the background that would probably kill her when it arrived. To take her mind of it, she reached down between her legs and located the strap around the young man's dick. She popped the little snap loose. He groaned loudly and redoubled his efforts to fuck her.

Elizabeth stopped moving and shifted her hips until he was jack hammering her pussy with short fast very deep strokes. She wondered just how hard and deep he would be hammering her if he was loose and on top. The thought made her shiver and then to groan long and loud as the building orgasm burst over her. 

He continued to pound her as she slowly moved her hips up and down while she squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was in that other world again and the pleasure flowed through her body like water.




Mother Knows Best



*****

Later, whenever that was, Elizabeth sighed and cuddle her head up against the chest under her and the chin and neck next to it. She felt her sex clinch up around the dick still planted there. She sighed again as memories of that last orgasm replayed in her mind. It had been enormous right from the start and only grew larger with time.

"Damn lady, I thought you were dead," the young man said with relief evident in his voice.

Elizabeth blew out a long breath and whispered, "Nope, just overloaded with pleasure. That last orgasm was the orgasm of orgasms."

"Tell me about it. When you released that strap all I could think about was coming and then when I did, I thought I would never stop."

Elisabeth giggled and wiggled her hips. His semi hard dick moved easily, slippery, in her pussy. There was a liquidly feel to everything down there. "There is going to be one hell of a mess on my daughter's bed when we pull the cork."

"She can't be any madder than she was earlier, can she?"

"This is my place, she has a place of her own. Why she brought you here is beyond me. I can just say I thought you were a welcome home present," Elizabeth said and then laughed.

"How is that going to jive with the conversation you two had earlier?"

"Hell if I know," Elizabeth whispered. "My body talked to her but my mind has been in a cottony haze ever since I started sitting down on that dick of yours. I'm not even sure what was said."

"Just untie me and let me get dressed before you open that door, ok."

Elizabeth chuckled. "So you want a running start, is that it?"

"Pretty much. It's been fun but I don't want to be in the middle of a catfight. Nothing personal but the guy usually ends up the one getting hurt. Experience has taught me that."

Elizabeth giggled. "Mamma will protect you from her furious daughter. Anyway, there is still the matter of my ass."

"Temptation get behind me," the guy whispered softly.

"In the case of my ass, shouldn't I be in front of you? It would probably work better."

"And your daughter thought she was kinky."

"You let me worry about my daughter. I have one fact that should cool her down and that is, you are not her boyfriend, want to be husband."

The guy squirmed under Elizabeth and said, "That she has a boyfriend is supposed to reassure me that I won't become dog meat."

"He's a wimp. He can't even control her so you don't have anything to worry about on that account."

There was a knock on the door. "Go away," Elizabeth called out.

"I was just checking to see if you were alright," Caroline said through the door.

"I'm fine, he's fine, we're all fine," Elizabeth said loudly. 

When no reply came, she raised her head and grinned at the young man. "I think that is our cue to abandon ship."

He nodded and licked his lips. Elisabeth pushed up onto her arms and then sat up on his hips. She heard a squishing noise as she did. "Can you swim?" she asked with a giggle.

"If I'm not tied up," the guy said.

"Speaking of that, if I wanted to tie you up sometime, would you let me?"

The young man looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "I think I might. It is kind of kinky to let go of the controls. Anyway, I don't think you would wander off and leave me all alone like your daughter did." He paused a second and then asked, "What about me tying you up?"

"That I will have to think about. I will also need to know a lot more about you. I kind of see what that book meant about total trust and total responsibility. I do find the idea interesting."

"Believe me, I understand. Been there, done that, even if I didn't know what I was actually getting myself into."

Elizabeth lifted her hips slowly. She could feel his dick inching out of her pussy and her pussy grabbing and clinching to keep it inside. She whimpered softly as it came out of her sex. With a deep sigh she whispered, "That is what you got yourself into." Then she giggled softly as she got off the bed.

She stood by the bed and looked the young man up and down. The way he was spread eagled, the panties over his face, his shiny wet dick all made Elizabeth smile. "Being in complete control is totally new for me and quite a turn on. I do want to try it again." She told him.

When she turned and headed for the on-suite bathroom he asked quickly, "Hey, aren't you going to untie me?"

Elizabeth paused and looked back over her shoulder. "I'm going to clean up first and then I'm going to clean you up. We'll see where it goes from there," she said with a smile but she made a side trip to the bedroom door first and locked it.

Looking at the young man on the bed as she crossed toward the bathroom, she said, "Now you will be safe, at least until I return."

Elizabeth grinned broadly as she shut the bathroom door. She could hear the young man thrashing around on the bed. Controlling someone was so much fun. Dropping her skirt on the floor, she stepped naked into the shower.



Mother Knows Best



All characters are over 18.


Thank god another day done, I slipped the window down as I sat in my car, turning the key I felt the power of the engine vibrate through the seat. I slipped the clutch and roared off the new housing estate and on to the motorway.

My name is Susan and I am a senior partner of Hudson and Hudson, estate agents to the wealthy.

I had just closed a deal for a new house, also had an order for a swimming pool and jacuzzi, my commission will be good this month. 

I came off at junction seven and five minutes later drew outside my house.

I noticed my son's window was open so he was in, my ex husband left me about a year ago so it was just the two of us.

As I entered the house I saw my son run down the stairs and into the kitchen, I noticed again he was topless, he had a thing for dressing down when at home, normally just a pair of shorts.

"Hi Joshua, hows your day been?"

He turned to me and smiled,. "Yea really good thanks how about you?"

I told him about the sale as I made my way upstairs, I needed a shower bad.

As I got undressed I noticed my laundry hamper lid was off, I always kept it on, looking inside I saw a pair of my panties on top, I picked them up and noticed they were full of cum.

Josh called out he was going next door for a bit, I heard the door slam.

I had known for a while that Josh used my panties, at first it upset me, but then I realised he was growing up, I had often thought about watching him cum in my panties, it gave me a thrill.

I felt the silky cum as it lay in my panties, he certainly shot a big wad of it, I undressed and reached for the panties again, I got a big dollop of cum and rubbed it over my nipples, they got hard immediately .

I entered the shower still playing, I felt my pussy leaking I rubbed some of the cum onto my clit, 

I felt it swell , my finger entered my cunt and started to explore, soon I was coming hard.

Yes I know it is wrong for a mother to think of her own son as a sex object, but it happens, Josh is 19 , loves to play sport, his 6 pack looks so hot above the shorts he wears, and that bulge he has packed away always makes me look twice.

I stood in the shower and let the water wash my cum from my thighs, I felt giddy as I had a plan that I want to start but I am scared of the consequences.

Getting out of the shower I wrapped myself up in towels and padded into the bedroom, I selected a thong and my half cup bra and slide into them.

I walked into my son's room and looked around, I knew he had a stash of porno magazines, I felt under the mattress and there it was.

I pulled the magazine out and looked at it.

The front picture was a woman of about 30, dressed in latex, she had a whip in her hand and a paddle in the other, her bra had the nipples poking through.

The headline was a wife catches her husband straying from her bed and she punishes him.

I was surprised my son was into bondage and pain, but this was one of five I had seen with the same subject.

As I turned the pages I saw some pages were stuck together, sperm makes a wonderful glue.

I put the magazine back and retreated to my room to finish dressing, I was going shopping.

I had done some research on the net for suitable shops close by, the next town had such a shop.

I pulled up close by and walked to the shop, from the outside it looked like a Ann Summers shop, pretty baby doll sets and a few Basques.

I walked inside and the shop seemed quite small, I caught the eye of a young shop assistant and she walked towards me smiling.

"I saw your web page and you had a lot more interesting things on it, have you stopped selling them?"

"Oh you mean our corrective collection madam, please follow me."

We walked passed the changing rooms into another section, not seen from the street. A large curtain

covered a doorway, she pulled the curtain to one side so I could walk through.

I gasped as I saw the displays, there was everything here, from gas masks to rubber and vinyl cat suits.

The assistant turned to me and smiled.

"I think this is what you are after madam, do you have a particular age of the person you will be catering for?"

"I blushed thinking of my son at 19.

"Let's just say under 25, for the moment."

"Male or female madam?"

"Male"

She took me to a section of the room that had mannequins of young men dressed in black thongs and a face mask, their hands tied behind their back kneeling down.

My pussy started to leak as I envisaged Josh tied like this.

We walked along an isle of different clothes and toys, many I had not seen before.

"Is this madams first time?"

I looked at the young girl, she looked about 22 , she was smiling, I guessed she could see right though me.

She drew me to one side.

"Madam, let me take you into a private room, we can talk better there."

I nodded, she led me to a room and closed the door.

"In here madam we cater for every scene, nothing is taboo here, I am here to guide you to achieve what you want to do, privacy is our main priority, would you tell me a bit about what you want to do then I can recommend items for you "

I took a deep breath, and poured out my confession to her.

"I understand better now madam, would this be a one-off punishment or longer?"

I blushed, "I think it will take longer"

She smiled and walked to a cupboard, opening it I saw an array of whips, paddles and straps.

"I think it might be more comfortable if you call me Jean, and you are?"

"Susan"

"Ok great Susan, this is one of our best paddles, it fits the hand nicely and give a sharp stinging effect, most people start out with this."

Next she picked up a flogger.

"This is for the more tender spots, used in a circular motion just the tips make contact with the skin, ideal for the nipples and the cock area,"

She went thought a lot of equipment advising me which to buy the first time and others to wait until I was more experienced.

I bought several items and some clothes for Josh to wear while being punished.

"have you got your own wardrobe sorted yet?"

I blushed and said no.

She opened the door and took me to another room,

"In here we carry everything you will need, and the best part is you try things on to make sure it is right for you."

I looked at the selection offered, there where panties in soft leather, some with dildo's in, full length vinyl suits, and loads of other items.

"We need to get those clothes of you so we can see what will suit you better."

I slowly undressed, my nipples poked over the top of my half cup bra, and my thong wedged between my thighs seems very small.

"Oh Susan I love your nipples I have the perfect thing for you to try."

She undid my bra and let it drop to the chair, her hand cupped my left breast and seemed to weight it.

"Yes I think this will be perfect, you seem to be a 36c cup."

I was surprised that she had guessed my bra size correctly.

She turned and picked up a bra from the stand.

"I need you to bend over from the waist, this will make sure the bra goes on correctly."

I bent over and my breasts hung down.

Jean came from the side and slid one of the cups over my breast, then the other, pulling the strap behind she did the catch up.

The bra was tight on me, my breasts seemed so compact , Jean stood in front of me and with both hands moulded my breast to the bra, the nipples poked through two holes, I could feel the pressure making them harder.

"See what I mean Susan, the tight fit make your breast stand out, and even your nipples are squeezed gently making sure they stay hard."

"OK now the thong has to go, you need something that will keep him guessing what you have hidden."

She knelt in front of me and lowered my thong.

"Oh my Susan what a gorgeous little pussy you have."

I blushed as she helped me into a tight-fitting vinyl pair of panties, I felt my pussy lips spilt as they were forced either side of the seam.

Standing up Jean led me to a full size mirror.

"Do you see what I mean Susan, look how your pussy is held tightly in that, I love the camel toe you have created."

I looked at myself, never had my body been so exposed, I felt myself getting hot wanting to stick something deep inside of me and cum hard.

"Once you have got over the first time , you can tease him with something like this."

She pulled her short skirt up, I could see she had on a set of panties with a crotch that looked like a spiders web, her pussy lips were separated by a thin strap, I was surprised how thick her lips were.

As she dropped the skirt she took my hands in hers.

"Susan most mothers get this far and them become frightened, I have been brought up with a very loving family if you know what I mean"

"If this is what you want then go for it, your son with thank you for it believe me. If you need any help I will give you my phone number please call me ok?"

By the time I left the shop I was several hundred pounds lighter in my purse, but my eyes had been opened, I packed the stuff into my boot and drove home.

Josh sat in the front room watching TV, I went about getting tea ready and then took my new purchases to my bedroom.

I noticed Josh had been at my laundry again, this time he had cum into one of the cup of my bra, I took the laundry basket downstairs to put a wash on, when Josh saw me he decided to go out to a mates house.

How was I going to start this, I had no idea, I can understand what Jean said about most mothers stop before they start.

I decided I would call Jean.

We talked for about 30 minutes on the phone, Jean had an idea.

"Listen Susan, I want you to invite me over for the night, we can talk and plan together much better in the flesh."

Jean said she would be at my house in twenty minutes.

I opened the door to her knock and she came in with a suitcase, she kissed me on the cheek and we went into my bedroom.

We sat talking most of the night, when Josh came in I did not tell him we had a guest and he went and had a shower and then went to bed.

I had a shower and Jean helped me to get dressed into my new clothes. She then opened her case and took out her uniform as she called it.

She went and had a shower and walked into the bedroom naked, I saw her pussy had been close shaved and looked so soft, her breasts I guessed were a 38dD at least hung gracefully , she slipped into a vinyl cat suit with no crotch, her lips peeked through vinyl thick as always. I must admit I was getting turned on watching her get ready.

Jean told me of a plan she had, so getting some things from the suitcase we moved quietly out of the bedroom.

Josh lay sleeping on his back, he had fallen asleep after wanking again into his mums panties, his cock lay soft still covered with his mums panties.

Jean opened his door quietly and peeked in, she saw Josh laying there, grabbing 2 sets of handcuffs she made quick work out of securing his hand to the bed head, she then secured his legs to the base of the bed, he lay there naked with his panti covered cock on display.

Very carefully she put a blindfold over his eyes.

Smiling to Susan she turned the main light on, walking over to Josh she nudged him.

He woke with a start, something was up, he could not move his arms or legs and he could not see.

"What the fuck!", was all he got out.

Jean lifted a paddle and slapped his thigh hard.

"So the little pervert likes his mothers panties does he?"

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?"

Another slap from the paddle soon shut him up.

Jean got a riding crop and lifted the panties cover cock, she was impressed with the size but said nothing.

"Is this the tiny cock that cums all over his own mothers underwear? What's up can't get a girlfriend?"

Josh realised what had happened, his mother had found out about his visits to her laundry basket, but who the fuck is this?"

Jean took a metal bar off of Susan who stood there watching, she placed it on the foot of the bed and put a cuff around each ankle, undoing the rope that had held the ankles she tied it to the bar and then fed it through the headboard, by pulling the rope she forced the legs to rise she tied it off with the feet were up in the air.

This left Josh venerable, his ass was exposed , also his cock and balls, he felt himself blush.

Suddenly he felt a pain rush through his body, Jean had used the riding crop , it cut a red welt across both buttocks.

"So tell me Josh, what you think off when you wank in your mothers panties"

Josh said nothing, he was so confused.

"Do you think of your mother standing there watching you masturbate, letting your spunk fly over her body?"

Again no answer.

Jean moved closer, she grabbed Josh's balls in her hand. "Do you think of your mother holding these for you as you wank or do you want to her to wank it for you like this?"

Jean let her hand slide on to his cock, slowly she gripped the harden cock, her fingers pulling the foreskin back exposing the head.

Jean motioned Susan to get closer, as she did Jean took her hand and put it on to the hard cock, 

Susan gasped and she felt for the first time her son's hard cock, she felt it getting moist as pre cum started to leak.

Jean pulled Susan hand away and gave her the paddle, pointing to Josh's naked ass she whispered to her to spank him.

Susan raised the paddle and brought it down , Jean told her to do it again, Susan felt her pussy soaked as she raised it again several times, each time bringing down on the same spot.

Jean raised her hand and Susan stopped, reaching into a bag she brought out a sliver vibrator, moving closer she put the tip onto Josh's balls and turned it on.

Josh jumped as he felt the vibration course through his balls, the tip went lower and nudged his ass hole, he jumped again, Jean raised the paddle and pulled the vibrator away and landed a hard slap.

"Turning off the vibrator she stood by Josh.

Now are you going to tell us why you use your mum panties to wank into?"

"Us, you said us, does that mean my mum is in here as well?"

Jean landed another blow to his ass.

"I ask the questions not you, and if I don't get satisfactory answers the paddle will be used again, or maybe the riding crop."

Josh went silent, if he confessed and his mother is in the room he would die with embarrassment, but if he kept quiet he would get more punishment.

"I'm waiting and the paddle is almost ready to strike again."

"Ok, yes I admit I jerk off thinking about my mother, I can't help it, I see her daily walking from the shower to her bedroom in almost nothing, when she is at home she often walks around without her bra on and I see the hard nipples it make me so horny."

"What do you think about when you wank?"

"I think of taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking on them to letting my hands rub her whole body"

"And what do you think she will be doing while you play?"

"I think of her taking my cock in her hands and wanking me."

"Do you mean like this?"

Jean grabbed Susan's hands and put it on to the hard cock, Susan rubbed the thick shaft ,her hand became soaked as the pre cum dripped on to it.

"Oh yes and her mouth taking the tip in and sucking me off"

Josh was panting as his mind relived his wanking scenario his mother sucking his cock down and swallowing his thick cum

Jean took Susan and removed her bra, and then bent her over Josh's head she let the nipple touch his lips, Josh groaned and sucked the nipple in his mouth chewing gently on it.

Susan cried out gently, it had been such a long time.

Jean pulled her away from Josh.

"So you want your mum to get you off but what would do for her?"

"I would do anything she asked,"

"Do you mean that or is it just talk? Would you lick her pussy until she came?"

"Oh yes my tongue would go deep and I would lick her dry."

Jean straddled the bed above his head.

"Show me". 

Jean lowered her body down until the lips that protruded from her cat suit made contact with his lips, she felt his tongue delve deep into her hot pussy, she almost came as he quickened the pace.

Jean climbed off.

"Not bad for a beginner".

Jean pulled Susan from the room, she could see Susan was getting worked up, she had watched her son licking another woman and her own pussy needed that so bad.

"We are going to let him stew for a bit, was this the first time you saw his cock hard?"

Susan blushed as she admitted it.

"Well I can see the effect it is having on you"

Jean moved closer and cupped both breasts, the nipples were so hard, she brushed a thumb over each one, Susan groaned and almost collapsed as she felt the tingle all the way to her pussy.

"Oh my Susan, we will have to take the edge off of you if you don't want to look to eager to your son."

With that she bent her head and sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, she lashed her tongue across it and sucked hard.

Susan felt her legs give way and she collapsed on to the bed, Jean moved up kissing Susan's open mouth.

Susan felt herself succumb to the kisses.

Jean stood up and threw her cat suit off, naked she lay next to Susan,.

"Is this the first time with a woman honey?"

"Susan nodded, her mouth dry as she admitted to herself she wanted this.

Jean slipped over on top of Susan, her firm breast squashed as they kissed and held each other, Susan felt herself opening her legs wide, as Jean moved down kissing her body as she moved.

Jean moved between the open thighs, she smelt the heady aroma of a women on heat, her fingers opened the way pulling the lips open exposing the hot hole, pushing two fingers deep inside she sucked the hard clit into her mouth.

Susan groaned as she felt the fingers invade her pussy, her juices flowed as they twisted and turned deep inside of her when she felt her clit being sucked that did it, her pussy spasmed and she came so hard,her hips thrust against the lips that brought her to ecstasy.

Jean lay back as Susan came down from her climax, she had loved the taste of Susan, she knew this was not the last time they would play, her own pussy needed some attention and she knew where to get it..

She took Susan's hand and led her back to Josh's room, they were both naked now, Josh was still there and his hard on was still present.

"So Josh we have had a talk and things are going to change around here, your mother has bought you some items of clothing to wear, you will only wear them in the house and nothing else. We know from your magazine choice you enjoy a spanking, your mother will oblige and will spank you when ever she feel fit to do. You will always be ready to please her or her friends sexually without hesitation is that understood?"

"Yes mam"

Josh knew that he had to obey, he had dreamt about being with his mother since his dad left and the thought of her spanking him turned him on so much he felt his cock get harder.

Jean undid the rope holding his legs in the air, she also removed the leg bar helping him to his feet.

She removed one hand from the cuffs and put both hands behind his back and cuffed them again.

Jean motioned Susan to lay on the side of the bed with her legs hanging over, she made Josh kneel between them.

"You will now pleasure you mother with your tongue you will not stop until ordered too do you understand?"

Josh nodded and said."Yes man"

Jean pushed his head down until it came in contact with his mothers pussy, he smelt the musk and dived in, his mouth covered her pussy and his tongue went to work spreading the lips apart drinking her juices, he made his tongue hard and pierced his mothers hole.

Jean sat on the bed and started to kiss Susan, their kiss was slow and very sexual, Susan reached up and gripped both of Jean's breast and brought them to her mouth, she nibbled on the nipples biting gently and sucking, looking into Jean eyes she knew she wanted to do something.