8 comments/ 58272 views/ 93 favorites A Secondhand Phone By: qualitywheat Reader, this story is of a boy who accidentally chases his own mother into seduction. It's a story of a boy fucking up his father, then he resolves to take his mother away from him, and succeeds. ***** I was making my way through our town, 200 in my pocket burning a hole waiting to be spent. But I as yet, didn't have a clue as to what to spend it on. I needed a new smart phone but the one I liked was twice that price. My own phone was dodgy to say the least, so dodgy I had thrown it on the dresser in disgust before I left home. The 200 was birthday money, my eighteenth, my dad knew I wanted a new phone so I was hoping he might just make up the difference for me, no fucking chance! I had hinted at it, but the bastard just blew me off, cunt! I thought nastily. I was window shopping, staring teary eyed at the phone I wanted. So I went into the markets having a gander here and there. And as I studied them, to my astonishment, as I was looking in a window that sold new, and second hand. The guy in the shop leaned in and propped 'My' phone on a little stand and the price was 140! It looked brand new but it wasn't, it couldn't have been, not at that price. I dashed in and asked him about it before anyone else could. He told me there was a manufactures fault with it, he had been told to keep it by the maker as the fault wasn't deemed to be repairable. The sim card holder was faulty, but usable, if you take care of it, he said. I asked to see it, and as soon as I looked I knew my dad's friend, who is a watch maker could mend it. I bought it on the spot, and as I didn't have my sim card with me, so I asked him, would he throw in an old one, or a throwaway one. He grumbled, but I got it. I went through it all and it was perfect, I nearly shot my load in my pants I was that excited. All the apps were there, you name it, it had it. I went outside with it, I was like a kid with a new toy. I was delirious about it, and that when I decided to call the only number I did know, my home phone number. Mom was at home I'll call her I thought. Then I thought with a laugh, "she won't know who I am calling will she?" So I decided to have some fun before telling her it was me. I heard the phone ringing at home, "Hello, this is Lucy can I help you?" I heard my mother's sultry voice say. That's when I faltered, I suddenly didn't know what to say. I got a flash of her in my head speaking, and I saw the woman all my friends had the fucking hots for. Quickly, I rang off, I had to think before I spoke, 'you fucking dolt!' I told myself. My mother is lovely even if I do say so myself, and I get pissed when my friends let me know, but I already know she is don't I? She my mother for fucks sake. I am eighteen, two days ago. My mother is exactly twenty years older than me, we share the same birthday. And let me tell you she is a gorgeous woman, she isn't one of those stand out beauties you see in the fashion mags, advertising lipstick or shampoo. But there is something my mom has that they don't. It's hard to define, she turns heads, she's natural, not standoffish, nice to be with. Her hair is down to and just past her shoulders, light brown, almost blond in certain light. She's about 5ft 6" or so. Weighs about, and I'm guessing here, around 110lb maybe a little more. She always says she's too fat, and that makes everyone around her roll their eyes. Her best feature, in my humble opinion is her eyes, followed by her smile. Her eyes are huge, wide, symmetrical, high brows, long lashes, and light green, they are amazing. And when she gets annoyed at something, they flash like the stars at night, glinting like a lighthouse on a faraway hill. And when she zones in on you, you know about it. As a child on her knee, I remember staring at them wondering what they would do next, not knowing yet what I was looking into. And those eyes, coupled with that smile was a devastating combination, one I became aware of when I started noticing girls. I would find myself comparing them to her, and wondering why they didn't have what my mom had. Her smile was wide and gracious, she seemed to give you it. her lips were full and generous. I did notice that when lot of women, or in my case girls smiled, it appeared to change the look of their faces. Moms didn't, hers got better. I used to say to myself, how can she look better, when she smiles, when she already looks so good when she doesn't? But it was the attention my friends displayed when she was around, that turned me on to just how gorgeous she was, and then later, just how sexy she is. It was amazing, my friends would be tongue tied near her. I'm sure she knew, she was always nice and kind to them, and sometimes gruff with me. This made me jealous on occasions, and I would let her know about it. Mom would give me a look that said, 'don't worry Jamie, I know, I know.' I had to keep my friends at bay, the thought of maybe one of then getting her made me want to be sick, I hated it. I began to want her for myself, but if there is anyone out there who can, or who could have told me how to get her myself, I'd like to hear about it please. I have no real idea if my mom and dad are as happy in their marriage as you hear about, or read about, but I didn't think so They have their rows, arguments, disagreements, not talking periods etc. But if anyone was to blame, thn I always thought my dad was the wrongdoer. I also wondered if they had both been faithful to the other. I did know that any man who had someone who looked like mom did, or was a nice and sexy as she was, then playing away shouldn't have been in the equation. But I do know mom accused him of it a couple of times, when I was supposed to be out of earshot. And I have no idea if she had either, but I didn't think so. With my friends being like they were I was beginning to suspect that she liked the boys, younger men. More undivided attention, better virility, that sort of thing. She liked them being around, and despite it making me unreasonably jealous, I was sure she liked the attention too. She liked being in their minds eye, exciting them. Don't get me wrong, mom never encouraged them one bit. She was she, and that was that. So back to my phone call, I rang again, and this time I was ready, I had done a bit of rehearsing, and hoped I was ready for any impromptu answers I might have to make. "Hi, is that Lucy?" I asked in a low, but hopefully manly voice she wouldn't recognise. She wasn't expecting this unknown call, so I might get away with it. "Yes this is she," she replied, I could see her in my mind, phone in hand and right next to her smiling mouth. And that was when I became properly sexually attracted to her, and I mean sexually attracted. "I hope you don't mind me saying this Lucy, but I think you are just so beautiful." I said, then I waited for the explosion. It never came, there was silence at the other end. I nearly clicked the phone off. Then she said, "Why thank you, that's a lovely thing to say. But strangers don't say that to someone, without introducing themselves?" "I'm sorry," I said, "you don't know me, so I can't, but I did want you to know that you are appreciated in this way." Then scared out of my wits I clicked the phone off. Ten seconds later it rang, it was my home phone number on the screen. I opened it, and said before she could say anything. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted you to know how beautiful I think you are." "Who are you please?" she asked me. Again, I said, "Please don't ask Lucy, I can't tell you. I have no wish to cause trouble in any way. I just believe that you have the right to know that there is someone out here, who admires you in every way." Mom took the initiative then, "Well," she said, "I do appreciate being appreciated, its been a long time since someone has I can tell you." That knocked me sideways, surely my dad appreciated her, he had to. "Your husband must Lucy, surely he must?" I asked, and I nearly said mom too! "Mmmmm, well we won't go there thank you," she said, then silence. I was stuck for words now, was she feeling a little down, depressed, unloved, not wanted, I wished I knew? "Look Lucy, I'm sorry, I have to go," I told her, "I have an appointment to keep, but can I ring you again, say at three this afternoon?" I was sure to get the elbow now. "If you wish," she said, "but I want to know who you are too!" she told me. What a fucking turn up, I thought. My mom seemed to have been taken in by my ruse. I wondered, and it was painful thought at that, she might think it could be one of my friends, I hoped not, I really did. "Hello beautiful lady," I said, right on three o clock. "Hope you don't mind, but it's your secret admirer." I heard her snigger, chuckle, giggle, whatever it was, I heard it. "Why do you say I'm beautiful?" she said. "Where are you right now?" I asked, knowing full well she was in the hall. "I'm in my hallway, why?" "Is there a mirror there?" I said, again knowing full well there was. "Yes, why?" she asked. "Look in it," I said. "I am, and?" I laughed myself now, "Then tell me what you see isn't beautiful," I told her quietly. Now mom laughed, "You are a cheeky young devil, aren't you? "How do you know I am young Lucy?" "You have to be," she said throatily, "only a young guy would be like this. Not having the courage to chat up an older woman in the open!" Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Okay you have me Lucy, I am guilty as charged," I told her. "So, who are you Hmmmm?" "I can't tell you Lucy, I could get into real trouble here. She didn't know I also now had a massive hard on now too. "I hope you're not one of Jamie's friends, that would be a problem, you're dead right there." She told me. "I'm not, you are safe on that score," I said relieved, at least she wasn't thinking it was one of my buddies trying to get into her knickers. "Right, we've established you're not a friend of Jamie's, so come on big guy, who are you?" I couldn't believe my mom was talking like this, having this kind of conversation with another man. Thinking quickly, and dancing on my feet I took a bit of a plunge. "Well Lucy," I said, you are partly right in one sense, "I am a big guy." I didn't add, 'down there, nod nod, wink wink.' "Are you now," she sniggered, "Hope you don't mind me saying so, but I have heard that before, and someone's idea of a 'big guy' hasn't been mine!" My dick was about to pop, to take a bit of heat out of the situation, maybe turn it around a little, and allow me to regroup. I said. "Maybe you haven't had the chance for a close up inspection for a while." I told her, "Your voice sounds really sexy Lucy, maybe you could get a surprise hey?" "Humph," she muttered, how had I got to here, my mom was discussing sex with a stranger? "I doubt you could surprise me young man, whoever you are." Another plunge for me, "I guess from the way you're speaking, hubby isn't cutting it anymore?" I deliberately made it sound a little disparaging, give her chance for a defence. Her answer floored me nearly. "He hasn't been cutting it, as you so eloquently put it for years, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She apologised. Now I knew my mom was dissatisfied with my dad. And without knowing what I was doing, or even thinking of where I might end up. My beautiful sexy mother was telling a stranger that she was sexually deprived. "It's okay to speak like that, you need to get things out sometimes, and I promise you, it will never go any further," I told her, "I understand," I told her soothingly. "Thank you stranger, I appreciate that." She said to me. "But now," she said, "I must go, please forgive me, but if you want to, you can call tomorrow?" I was beside myself, I didn't know what or where, but I was going to pursue this all the way. Somehow I had uncovered a chink in my mom's armour. "Can I have your phone number too please?" I asked her, she gave it to me without hesitation. "Lucy, you gorgeous beautiful and if I may say so, very sexy lady, you have made my day, thank you. You have no idea how happy I am today." I told her seriously. There was a silence at the other end. Shit, I thought, I've gone too fucking far. Then she spoke, "And I thank you too, you," she breathed huskily down the phone, "believe it or not, have made my day too. It's nice that someone has noticed me enough for this to happen. And do you know what, I don't care who you are either. Just as long as you promise me you are not a friend of Jamie's, which would not be good." "I'm not, I am who I am," then before I could keep my big mouth shut, I said, "Would you like a photo, of my big guy?" All I heard was a gasp, then a giggle. "Go on then surprise me," she said, then the phone clicked off. I looked at it as if my fingers were burned to it. I had just had the most amazing sexy phone call, with an astonishingly lovely sexy woman, a dirty minded guy could make, and with my own mother. I went into a public bar, bought a rink and went to the toilet, in there I took several photos of my proud dick in one hand. It was hard, fully fledged, and obviously ready to go. I discarded them all but two. Making sure there were no distinguishing marks, I built up the courage and sent them to her cell. An envelope appeared on the screen, a text had arrived. I gingerly open it, it said, "Oh my gosh, you weren't kidding were you, I have to confess, that is quite impressive, for a young man that is." I wrote right back, "I don't tell lies Lucy, and its more impressive in real life." She sent back a smiley face with blushing cheeks. I wrote, "Any way it's your fault it's like that, no one else could have done it." "What do you mean?" she wrote. "You made it like it is, it's something I have for you Lucy, only you can make it like that, and go away too. Although that might be difficult for you to do, make it go away that is!" I never heard anymore, and I dare not push it, I thought I had done enough for one day. I had pushed her harder than was plausibly reasonable. I had no idea my mom was this way. She was teasing me too, and the reason had to be her home life, sex, or lack of it. Loving and caring, or rather lack of it. But I had been taken over by it too. Talking this way to my own mother, even though she never knew it was me. I went home, and was almost frightened to see her, what would she be like, would she grab me and call me a dirty sexual predator, a pervert for writing things like that. I was a disgusting human being. I walked in and sort of edged around her. She grabbed me, gave me a hug and asked me how my day had been. She seemed really happy, I looked at her stunned. That one hug made my mind up, I was going after her with all I had. "You seem happy mom, what's happened, won the lottery?" I said with a pleasing, grin on my face. "I suppose I have Jamie, looking at it that way, I feel like I have anyway," she told me. My prick nearly burst the front of my pants, and I couldn't stop myself from pressing it ever so slightly into her. She didn't register anything, but I'm sure she had to have felt it. I stepped away quickly. "It really is nice to see you like this again mom, I don't want to harp on, but you have been in the dumps a bit lately?" I said. "I've just had one of those days Jamie, I met a nice person today, and its cheered me up," she told me, giving me her best smile. "Well I'm really happy for you mom, who was it, anyone I know?" "No darling you don't, but I was glad of the company though," she said, I was sure I detected a little bit of shyness from her. "Well mom, lets hope tomorrow is as good as today then, you deserve it mom, more than anyone I know. I love you, you know that don't you mom?" I asked. She looked at me a little quizzically, but smiled broadly, and said she hoped tomorrow as only half as good as today. Later I went to bed, and I jacked off about my mother, feeling her underneath me, crying out my name, begging me for more, how much she loved me, urging me on to fuck her harder and harder. I lay there sweating after I had nearly knocked the wall down behind my head with my cum. My phone buzzed, my new one, one I hadn't told anyone about yet because it was my secret contact to my mother. It was a text, and it was from my mother. "Night night my stranger, sweet dreams, but of only me?" x x x x I stared for ages at it, I weighed it all up and decided that, my mother was up for this, she knew what I had said during the day, she had thought about it too. And now this was her reply. Taking huge breaths, "I have been dreaming about you all day beautiful sexy lady," I wrote back, "and I wish I could say nighty night to you right now, and still be by your side, x x x x" "Oh what a wonderful thing to say, you are my knight in shining armour, thank you kind sir x x x x" That took my breath away, "Maybe one day sexy lady, and maybe not in my dreams, hey?" I wrote feeling a little morose now. "You never know your luck, night night, handsome stranger, x x x x" You never know your luck! She had written that! Fucking hell mom, Oh fucking hell mom, I thought. And again she had sent me lots of kisses. My mother must be so fucking frustrated I thought to myself, and she had been putting on such a brave face, hiding it from the world. But I had tapped the well somehow. I immediately sent her a photo of my rampant dick. The envelope appeared again. "Now that is why you just might get lucky, go to sleep, and dream of me Sir x x x x." I jacked off again and fell right to sleep. I don't know if I did dream of her, I do know I woke up in the morning wondering if I had dreamed about the texts. A quick check of my lucky phone told me I hadn't. I looked at the clock, 8.30, the old man will have gone to work by now. "Good morning beautiful lady, how are you today? I missed you last night." I hit the send button. The envelope appeared like magic. "You are a naughty boy appearing in my dreams like that. I am married you know? And beside the text, a blushing but giggly smiley, and, x x x x. I decided to get serious, "Why isn't your husband taking care of you Lucy? I would, every day." I sent. I waited for a few moments, had I overstepped the mark I wondered. "Only every day, what about the nights?" mom asked me. Now if that wasn't an invite I don't know what was. I angled my phone camera, and after three or four tries, I got my cock and balls perfectly. I sent it, adding, "I would love your hot lips doing the business Lucy?" "If I get my lips on those, you'll know about it Galahad," was her knockout reply. Now I needed to know about her, find out about her, my own mother. "Someone who looks, and is as sexy as you, must have had lots of offers Lucy. I can't be the only one. Have you ever er?" I left the question unsaid. "I get more offers than you can shake a stick at, Jamie's friends would love to have a shot. His dad's friends, and yes I have a long time ago, but that's done now, I don't regret it, although I wish I hadn't done it either." I was stunned again by her honesty, her matter of fact reply. "You wouldn't regret me Lucy, what you see is what you get with me," I said. "Well," she wrote, "I don't know who you are, and until I do. You are an apparition aren't you?" That stumped me, it suddenly hit me, how can I tell her that the guy trying to get her into bed is her own son? "The biggest thing I have in my favour, I think," I sent, "is, you are impressed with my erm? And that you know I'm a younger guy?" "Yes, and?" was her concise reply. I thought long and hard, almost as hard as my prick was right then. A Secondhand Phone "Once I get started Lucy, I don't stop, you'll have to put up with it until I've finished, no reprieve." I looked at that a long time before I sent it. "Like I said before Sir Galahad, I've heard it all before, lots of times, and I'm still waiting!" My mother was telling me she can't remember getting fucked properly, if she even ever had. How she could write all this to a 'stranger' was more than I could fathom, but she was. And the reason, hopefully was, she was getting desperate? "Lucy, I didn't know our conv would end up this way." I wrote, "But it seems I have what you need. And you definitely have what I do." My phone pinged as I sent the text, the envelope. I opened it and again I was stunned, there right in the centre was a huge, erect, and very hard nipple. "You mean one of these?" the accompanying message said. 'Mother!' I almost screamed. She must be turned right on, I never even could have guessed my mother was like this, had these kind of feelings, sentiments, and desires. Not to the point of writing it down to a stranger. But I wasn't going to put a stop to it, not now. "I want to see both Lucy, one wouldn't last long enough before I bit it off!" Again I sat and looked at my words, but, off it went. "Lol, you'll need to have strong teeth Galahad to bite this thing off!" She answered, then 'ping.' A photo of both, and one heavy delicious juicy breast was cradled in one hand for me. "Lucy, you get better every second," I wrote. "Tell me who you are! I know you must know who I am. So fair is fair, come on, tell, or I'll close you down!" Fuck it, I thought, I didn't want this, not yet anyway. "Lucy just please bear with me, when the time is right, I'll reveal myself, I promise." I told her, hoping this would be enough. "You had better Galahad, I like you, I like the way you talk, say things. You're a nice person, and, you have a nice cock too! Lol x x x x." The number of times my mother had wrong footed me during all of this was astronomical. "Thank beautiful lady, and after those photos, a very definitely super sexy lady." I wrote back, "I think I am a nice guy, I won't ever try to hurt you. And we do agree on one finer point. I do have a nice cock, and may I say, I believe it was ordained to be meant for only you." "What are you wearing my Galahad?" She had written, my Galahad, she was warming to me more and more. "Your king is wearing, a white shirt, no collar, blue Levi's, and pumps, just for you gorgeous lady." I sent back. "I hope you are wearing something sexy Lucy, just for me?" "Lol x x x x ." "Lol," I sent back, then told her I was going in the shower. I sat and thought, then said to myself, yes Jamie, do it. I got my white shirt out, the one mom had bought me with no collar, my blue Levi's, and the pumps. I had my shower, and made a real good job of it, did my hair the way mom likes it, but not the way I do. "Where are you right now Lucy?" I asked. "In the kitchen," she replied. I splashed on the cologne she had bought me, dressed, checked myself in the mirror. I took a huge deep breath and went downstairs. And there she was, stood at the sink, she looked fantastic, my cock lurched in its cave. "Morning Mom," I greeted her, as she turned to greet me, I myself turned, and looked in the cupboard pretending to look for cereals. I heard a definite small gasp, then she stuttered. "Er, hmmmm, er oh Hi Jamie," she managed to say. "You okay mom, you look like you've seen a ghost, or is it apparition?" I said, as I turned to her warmly. To say she was looking at me a little goggle eyed was putting it mildly. "I have to say mom, you do look nice, is it for me?" I almost chuckled, the look on her lovely face was priceless. She turned away then, her face had gone bright red, I got on with getting my cereals, As I went into the kitchen mum looked somewhat bemused. I could tell she was turning things over in her mind. I put my cereals on the table and went back for the milk. She was still stood at the sink so I walked up behind her, pressed myself in knowing what would be sticking into her, and confident she wouldn't object. I said, "I love you mom, you are so beautiful," I hugged her again, and walked away. I was sure I heard a small moan, but wasn't sure. In the dining room, my phone vibrated in my pocket, I had muted the 'Ping.' "Who are you, please tell me, I'm in bits here," she wrote. "Why Lucy, what's wrong, I think you might just need your Galahad to ride in on his charger, don't you?" I shot back. "I think so," she wrote, and at the side was a little girl face crying. "Awwwww my beautiful sexy lady don't cry please, I'll tell you what Lucy, if things go to plan, you'll have what you need this afternoon. That is of course if you dare to?" I had seen in town months ago in a fancy dress shop, a Knight suit, maybe it could be the ice breaker, or if it went wrong, a definite ball breaker for me. "You will be castrated young man if you aren't what you say you are. And you can take that to the bank!" There now, if that wasn't unequivocal nothing was. She was up for a laugh, she wanted to be sexed, and big time. She must be right at the end of her tether, I thought. It was a good job it was me who was here, and not one of my friends, especially Travis Jones, he was mad about her and had even more or less told her so. I let mum see me again dressed as I was. She couldn't take her eyes off me, I'm sure she suspected something, but what could she say to me about it, nothing. I told her I was going out, I went into town and into the shop. I asked the guy about the Knight suit. "Ah," he said, "I have two, here, come with me please." Ping, went my phone, "I'm feeling lonely Galahad," she wrote. "My beautiful lady, this afternoon, your knight will take you, you will be mine, and I will be yours, or I will be dead lol." I sent back. Ping. "??????" came her response. "Don't worry, just be ready around midday okay?" I sent. I followed the guy, and there hung on a hook was the very thing. It was a long crusade cloth, but looking like mail chain. And on the front was a red cross on a white back ground, with it came a full face helmet, a shield, and a sword. I was over the moon, I hired it there and then for two days, that should be enough, I hoped, I was Sir Galahad. I took it home and went right to my bedroom, calling out to mom, "Hi mom, I'm home." I never heard her reply. I got undressed and junior jumped out at me, I was constantly hard lately, and I constantly had to see to him too. I laid my gear out on the floor next to my bed near the window. I got on and started jacking him. I had my phone in my hand and was staring at mom's wonderful nipples. The door opened and she walked in. This wasn't like her, she always knocked, and taking me by surprise. I stuffed my hand with the phone under the cover, and pushed junior down too. "Jamie," she said, looking at where my hands were, "we need to talk darling, and what is that you are hiding in your left hand, it wouldn't be a new phone by any chance would it?" "New phone mom, of course not," I said, gripping it tightly. She waved an envelope in the air, "This came for you this morning. I thought it was just junk mail until I opened it. It's a receipt and a little booklet for the new smart phone you have been wanting, look there's a little picture of it, you bought it the other day didn't you. Come on, let me see it." I stayed stock still, phone in one hand, cock in the other. Mom reached under and tried to grab it, I of course pulled my hand away and there it was on view to all. "Give Jamie, now!" I let her take it, I was sunk. She fiddled with it. Mom knows how to operate these things. I was looking anywhere but at her. "Yes, I thought so," she breathed, "as soon as I saw you this morning dressed that way, I knew you were the young man calling and texting me, you are my Galahad Jamie, I knew it." "I'm sorry mom," I said, boy was I truly fucked now. "Why Jamie, I thought you loved me?" "I do mom, that's the why," I said, trying to defend myself. I still had junior in my other hand, and he was going nowhere. I wished he would go away, but no, he was staying put! Mom's beautiful face came into focus, she smelled terrific, she was wearing a short shirt blouse thing, and a short knee length skirt, she sat on the edge of my bed. I saw the hem ride up and junior shouted with glee. She put the phone down, looked at me and said. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked. Junior jumped in reply, she saw the slight movement, she glanced at my other hand under the covers. "Well, as I'm here," she said, "I might as well see what all the fuss is about hey?" And with that, her hand went under, and shoved my hand away and suddenly junior was in her tender grip. "Mmmmm," she murmured, "You are so lucky right now Jamie," she told me. "Why?" I croaked. "If you had lied about this, you would not like to be where you are today," she told me. Her grip tightened and moved on me, "You weren't kidding me Jamie, or should I call you My Galahad from now on?" She fixed me with those eyes, and her smile killed me. The next thing sealed my fate, she pulled the cover right back, and she mewled at the sight before her. My man was big, red and angry looking, his head was ready blow, even I knew that. Suddenly her hand was flashing up and down, stroking me to fulfilment. I couldn't take it, and in seconds a huge spout of cum shot upwards. It rose majestically into the air to land on my chest. "Wow," Mom said, looking well pleased with me. "I think we might be on to something Jamie, I really do," she said somewhat happily. "But no one knows okay?" She wasn't as happy as I was feeling. She crushed junior, and then tickled my balls with her finger nails. Did that make me squirm or what! I did a rapid course in recovery, I grabbed her shoulder one handed, and pulled her over. At the same time I went after her nipples, or at least one of them. She squealed gaily, giggling and laughing. "Unhand me ungallant Knight, I beseech you," she cried joyfully. "Wench," I bellowed playfully, "you will bend before your master Knight, I command it!" I roared. "Yes sir Knight, I will obey you sire, I am at your bidding." My dick was still ready to pop at any moment. "Get those rags of woman, before I tear them away from you!" I ordered more than happily. She jumped up and was undressed in a heartbeat; I stared in utter amazement at what stood before me. I had never seen my mother naked. I had seen her in a bikini, and I was impressed then. But now, Jesus mother of Christ, I was really staring at a Goddess. "In here now!" I ordered her, my dick was waiting for her, and by the gleam in her eyes, which were fixed on junior, so was she. Her whole body was hot, I could feel the heat coming off her. Mom must have been so turned on, so deprived sexually nothing would stop her from getting what I had, and what was becoming very obvious what she wanted. I was her son, but there wasn't a barrier we weren't going to cross, me with her, or her with me. Any recriminations would be dealt with later. I got hold of her hand and yanked her to me. There was no finesse, no lovey dovey, it was manic desperation. Falling down I got hold of her, pulled her in, and got on top. I had my dick in her before she stopped moving sideways to get right under me. I was driving in and out like a demented person, banging her as hard as I could. I had cum seconds before, but it made not one jot of difference to me, or to junior. I sought her mouth, got it, and I was kissing her, and she was kissing me back. Those lips were where I had dreamed of them being, apart from on something else, later! We were now well and truly locked together, her legs wrapped over me. I felt her nails raking my back, the pain was wonderfully painful. My knees were under her thighs, my hands hooked under her, and clutching each shoulder so I could rut her as hard and as fast as I could. My head was down by her shoulder as I banged away more and more. Then I would rise to kiss her before resuming my intended demolition. I thought about what I had said in a text to her. I raised my head, looked at her, "You remember what I said?" She half nodded. "I'll remind you," I told her, I kissed her again and she kissed me back. "I told you, once I get started Lucy I don't stop, no reprieve. And you'll have to put up with it until I've finished, got it?" Her smile was one of complete wonder, "If you stop now Galahad, I'll kill you, so come on tiger, get to it. Give it to me, everything, all you've got. Then we'll talk about it later Sire, My King, My Galahad." I banged her then, I didn't let up, I was in and out all the way, and boy did I give her it. It brought my reward too, she came like a drain, then she came again and again after that. I felt my stomach twist, I was going to cum a second time, but this time I was going to cum in her. I let her know I was on, by gripping her tighter. "Jamie, don..." she was going to say, "don't cum in me," but the look on my face must have told her I was, and she would have to like it. She did, her cries were beautifully animalistic to me, I shot what felt like a gallon of cum into her and all the way up. Mom fastened herself to me totally, she held me so tight as I came, and she came. The gap between us was sealed by our bodies and my cum raced into her and along her pipes, to where it was meant by Mother Nature to go. We were both gasping for breath, my head spun, I had done it, I had got the one person who meant the supreme thing to me, my life. I raised my head and looked at her, her eyes were closed but she was watching me. I could feel them on me, I leaned down to kiss her and her mouth met mine. When we had had the longest of kisses, I drew back, and she whispered. "My wonderful Knight in shining armour, you have saved me, I am your very own damsel in distress." "Have I mom, have I really done that for you?" I asked not really understanding the workings of beautiful women. "You will probably never realise what you have done Jamie, to me, and for me darling," she said as she kissed my cheek. Whatever it was, no one was happier than I. We loved, touched and talked about everything and nothing, until she asked. "What made you call me like that, and tell me I was a beautiful lady Jamie?" I told her the truth, about the phone, and then calling the only number I knew off by heart, our home phone. "But when I said you were beautiful I meant it, and also when I told you, you were so sexy, I meant that too mom." Then she said, "I have to confess I was shocked by it, it took my breath away. I could tell by the voice you were a young man, the way you spoke, the inflection. And Jamie, I have to tell you I was flattered, a lot." Then I told her that getting the phone has led me to here, that all this wasn't intentional. "But it was from the very second I said how beautiful you are. And I am so glad I did, it has led me to you mom, and I do love you, really." She squeezed herself to me, "You won't know it Jamie, but you will never be as glad as I am that you did, and have." Then she grabbed Junior and held him, "And I love him too, when you suggested you were 'Big?' I thought, Humph, here we go again, twaddle! But it isn't twaddle, it's beautiful baby, you are beautiful honey, and you are now, and always will be My Galahad." "Mom," I said, I was getting worried about something else too," "What was that sire," she smiled at me. I loved that, me, her sire! "I was bothered about you going off, leaving, and finding someone else. I know you and dad aren't all that close anymore. And I was getting concerned about some of my friends hitting on you too." "Hah!" she sniggered, "mainly, you mean Travis? Fat chance he has, no, not a snow ball in hells chance. He's nothing but a mere boy. You Jamie, you are a man. I've known that for a while." "What do you mean mom?" I asked. "I'm not blind honey, I've seen you looking at me. A woman knows when she is being appreciated, and unknown to you, I appreciated you." I hugged her, "What about dad?" I said, I wanted things out in the open so we both knew where we stood with each other. "He is of no consequence to you darling, we have been drifting apart for a while, I've even suspected him of having it away with another woman for a while. So he is out, you are in, if you want to be that is?" I pushed her over on to her stomach, and climbed on, "Talking of me being in mom, how about this, is this being in?" And I rammed junior into her hot pussy from behind. She moaned in joyful satisfaction, "Yes Galahad," she groaned, "that is what I call, being in!" I went after her, I wasn't going to cum again, and oddly, it didn't matter to me. Something in my head told me this was about her. My mother getting what I seemed to know she needed badly. And it was me, her son, doing the giving and donating. I just kept going until I could go no more, not only was I absolutely torn in two, junior was complaining now, he was getting sore. Mom had been on the high for an age. She had cum loads of times and now was lying there while I fucked her into next week. I had to stop, but rather than do that I slowed down, so she got the message that it was coming to an end, for now. I kind of fell on to her, completely shattered, and boy did I feel good. I had given my mother my love, and my body if it came to that. And I knew she wouldn't want it to stop, or at least I was 99% sure of it. I rolled off and on to my back, leaving her just lying there breathing in lungfuls of air. We stayed there for a long time, and I think I fell to sleep. What woke me was a sudden banging downstairs, it was my old man, he couldn't get in. The door was locked, who by I can't remember but it was. I dashed out of bed, grabbed my robe and went to let him in. Mom shot into her room and into the shower, but thankfully she shut my bedroom door and opened the windows before she did. The old man muttered a bucketful about not being able to get into his own house. I laughed to myself, and thought. "You just try getting into your wife, I know far you'll get." That made me feel real good, I looked at him, and I was dying to tell him. "Your wife, my mother, now belongs to me, your son!" I also wanted to tell him to pack his bags and fuck off as well. But that would not be down to me, I knew that, but right then it was what I fervently wished for. He went up to see my mom, or should I be calling her Lucy now? I heard him grumbling, but couldn't tell what he was saying. But I certainly heard mom/Lucy telling him to go and boil his fucking head, in no uncertain terms. That in itself was a first for me, I had never heard her rip him a new one before. She always just smiled and got on with what she was doing at the time. I was, as they say 'over the fucking moon!' I began to run things over in my mind. It had all happened so suddenly I hadn't taken any real notice of what it meant. I did know I had fucked my mother, and I felt fantastic about that. But apart from kissing her a few times, all I had done was fuck her. I hadn't made love to her in the real sense of the word. It had been sheer fucking, and while I was happy about that, I also felt, or knew, that mom would want more than just the fucking, she would want the love part too. I had seen her naked for the first time, and the shock had galvanized me to become the fuck machine I had proved to be. But her luscious body had been on offer, and all I had done, being the selfish twat that I was, was screw her silly. I knew she had loved it, but I now knew I needed to be more gentle, but insistent, tender, yet firmer. A Secondhand Phone There and then I decided the next time I was going to eat her, devour her, every inch would be swallowed and never spat out. And also, I was going after every hole, and I mean every hole. My intention was to give her what she wanted and needed, and keep her close to me, safe and warm. Defended from all on comers, especially my friends, Travis was a definite no no. Mom/Lucy had told me that. My mother was going nowhere without me being right there with her, or behind her. And the first target to be moved from the scene if possible, was my old man. I would leave that to her, but I would have an influence I was fairly certain. What I never considered, and it was a real blind spot in my quickly made plans, was my mother's part. She was to have a real input into it all, and I became the sole beneficiary. Mom and dad started having a real up and downer, I listened, what he was saying was, she was useless, hopeless, no good in bed, a cold fish. And I listened in disbelief when I heard him say she had let herself go, she was no longer the good looking woman he had married. He must be blind I thought, she is so devastatingly good looking, even beautiful, and was she sexy? She was off the fucking wall sexy. All my friends said so, they all wanted to play with her, even some of the old man's friends! That's when I heard a big crash, and then a real howl from him, then utter silence. I thought I'd better go take a look, but there was no need. He came shooting down the stairs holding his head, there was a bit of blood there, and he was moaning like he'd been shot. "What's happened, what have you done to her!" I demanded. "What have I done to her?" he shouted, "Your mother is insane, she's just thrown a bottle of shampoo at me for no reason, look at my head," he wailed, "I'm bleeding." I nearly fell over laughing, "It was your fault dad," I told him, "You're an idiot, I heard what you said to her. I could have heard it down the street you were so loud. And in my opinion, you deserve a great deal fucking more than just a bottle of shampoo being thrown at you!" I thought for a moment, I knew mom would be listening, so I added. "And do you know what, if I were her, I'd throw you out of the house, and for good too, she doesn't need you, you don't deserve her either!" I walked off leaving him standing there, I felt really pleased with my little self, and I silently whistled a tune as I went to my mom. I walked in and she was sat on the bed crying, I went to her and took her in my arms. "Don't cry mom, I'm here, he can go and piss off as far as I'm concerned," I told her. "Yes," she giggled through her tears, "I heard you clearly enough." I kissed her neck, but kept an eye on the door too. The last thing I wanted right now was him walking in and seeing us. I needn't have worried, I heard the door slam, his car start, rev up and off he went. And that's the instant I went into, what I hoped was a seduction she couldn't refuse, I slipped my hand into her robe, cupped a wonderful breast, and squeezed an even more wonderful nipple. Mom let out a soft moan, and said, "Jamie, not now honey, I'm sore, we'll have to wait a little, and he," she muttered taking my dick in her hand, is sore too isn't he? Don't worry baby, you can and will have me, whenever you want, I promise." What could I do but agree, even though junior was starting to thicken, I could feel the soreness as she rubbed me. So I did what I knew, or hoped I knew, what she would want me to do. I kissed her, I leaned her back on the bed and kissed, kissed, and kissed her. My hand took over me, it slipped in and got that nipple again, mom got junior again, and life was bliss, total bliss. "Mom, what are we going to do," I asked. "About what baby?" "About him, to start with," I said, "and about us to finish with?" "Not too sure to be honest darling, but as I said, we have been drifting apart for a while you know that. And I think today has just confirmed that, so we'll have to wait and see. But as far as you and I are concerned," she told me, giving junior another squeeze. "You have to make your own mind up." My mother, the crafty little minx must have known what she was doing, just by giving junior that one firm squeeze. My mind was already made up. "You know what I want mom, you!" I told her, and I returned the compliment by twisting her nipple again. The moan from us both brought the confirmation to the fore. "Okay," she said, "we are in this together, as long as you are sure baby?" she eyed me quizzically. "But," she kept going, "no one must know about us, especially him, and certainly none of your friends, with jackass Travis in mind too." I laughed, kissed her and loved her, I really was in love with this stupendous older mature woman, my mother! "What are you going to say to the world when we have our first baby then?" I asked, smiling none committally. Mom, if she had had a dummy in her mouth would have spit it out, she laughed, then stopped. "God," she murmured, "I never thought of that, and the amount you have pumped into me already may make that a cert!" "Well," I said seriously, "you had better start buying baby gear again, because from now on, you are going to get both barrels every time," I told her, then thoughtfully, but slyly adding, "in every hole." I felt her body jerk against me, I buried my face in her hair so she couldn't look me in the eye. "Hmmmm," she whispered to me, "every hole hey? Well, let's have a look then shall we," she said, and pushed me on to my back. She wrestled me out of my robe, shrugged hers off, and again I saw the wondrous woman she was, her body was perfect, her shape was perfect, her breasts, her waist, her hips, her legs, her pussy, Oh her pussy. Her smiling loving face was on me, and those hypnotic eyes held me down. Climbing on, she took junior in her hand, looked at me and said, "I'll be gentle baby, I know he's a bit sore." "Mom, don't be anything, I don't care, I just want you to do whatever you want." Her head lowered to my stomach, and suddenly flashing heat covered junior, her head bobbed, and mom was sucking me off. I almost died right then, heaven was upon me. I don't why, but I thought of my old man, wishing he could see his wife and son, making out on their bed, mom hoovering me up, relaxing and doing it again. Junior was his usual self, as hard as nails, even though I thought my tank was empty. Mom's fingers encircled and caught me by the balls, then I felt her mouth on them, the fear, and the ecstasy were boundless. I had only ever had this once before, but Mom knocked that into a cocked hat. What she did to me that first time was out of this world. Her head bobbed and weaved its magic, and then unbelievably I felt my stomach twist again. I don't know if there was any cum left in me, but she was making me cum again. "Mom," I squeaked, she seemed to know and went for it, her hand and mouth bombed up and down on me. Suddenly I felt my hips jerk up and I came. Whatever there was it went, disappeared all the way. Mom let me down gently, slowly slowing down, until her head rested at a stop on my stomach, junior still held between her lips and teeth. I was still like that about thirty minutes later I think, mom still sucked at me, but so softly, her hand patting, feeling, and stroking my balls. Then dad's car crunched the gravel on the drive. I thought, "you cunt, why don't you just leave and fuck off?" I did hate him right then, but. We both jumped up, I went to my room, and mom went into the shower after straightening the bed. "Here we go, round two," I heard her say as we parted. I stayed near my door just in case. The row lasted about ten to fifteen minutes, they both said things to each other that would not want to be said in an open court. I was shocked by it too, but I was more than pleased that mom held her own, and in fact I think she won the argument. The next thing was the slamming of the door again, the car started, it revved up, and he went. Mom was sat again on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Déjàvu I said to myself. "Well," she said again, "he won't be coming back tonight darling. I think you had better go and lock the house up. And come back up here, and I'll see you in the shower," she said with a kiss. "That's if you want to of course?" she said wickedly. I was off like Ussain Bolt in the hundred meters, I was back in under ten! Mom was in, and I took her in my arms, the first thing I asked was. "Does this mean we get to spend our very first night together mom?" "It's going to get some being used to, but it will be the first of many, I hope," murmuring into my neck she turned to me. And that's when I think we really did share a loving couples kiss, it was utter magic, knowing that she was in my arms and wouldn't be leaving them. "Do you know Jamie," she mumbled, "that I was expecting this to happen sometime in the future, but just not with you. But let me tell you, I am so glad you have come into my life the way you have darling. I wouldn't have changed this one bit." It sort of cut me that, "What do you mean, expecting it," I said, "Did you have something, or someone in mind already?" She saw the error of the words, "No darling I had no one in mind, and no plans either. I'm sure your dad is having it away, but I've no proof other than intuition. And I hope he leaves now, do you know why Jamie?" she asked me. "No mom, I don't know why?" "Because," she said looking at me, and pressing a finger into my chest. "You are already twice the man he has ever been, and you are something he will never be, or will ever be." Again I wondered what she meant, "What's that mom?" I asked. "The perfect lover Jamie, the perfect lover," she hugged me, "he has never done in twenty years what you have done in less than two days. And he has never shown me the consideration or kindness in loving me that you have, and do darling. And that is why you are my Knight in shining armour. My Galahad, and from now on, if you want it, that is what you will be, and no other will ever take your place." Now if that wasn't a statement of intent I don't know what was. I thought, Jamie boy, here you are, with a stunningly beautiful woman, who just happens to be your mother, so? So I dived on her, knees above her head, and drove my head between her thighs. If this didn't shock and surprise her nothing would. "Sire, Sire," she cried, "please sire have mercy on me, I am nothing but your serving wench. You are my master Sire, I will obey your every command Sire I swear." I was looking at her pussy, my pussy, my body, my woman. I was her commander. I lowered my head into that glorious hole and sucked, her hips nearly broke my nose they humped up so sharply. I held her tight and tried my hardest to suck her insides out, I dove my tongue into the silky recesses, dug my fingers into the crack around her lovely ass. Then found her little hole and pushed my middle digit in, right past the second knuckle. Mom squealed and half fought me, but my knees and my hands, kept her from defending her honour. I sucked and licked until she came. I even felt her teeth on my ass as she tried to bite me she came so hard. I emptied the golden honey pot of its sweet nectar. Mom's pussy was like a bowl of jelly, wet, hot, slick, and steaming. She was prone under me now. I gently climbed off her, went into the bathroom and washed my face, I got a damp towel which I used to soak up her love juiced pussy, and to clean her up a little. She pulled me to her. "Jamie, I wish I were twenty years younger, what a life we would have, but there again, we might not have hit the ground running like would we?" I had to agree with that, but I was tired now, "Mom, we need to get some shut eye don't we?" I asked, Mom nodded her head, gathered me up like a baby, rolled me over and shhhhushed me to sleep. I felt wonderful drifting off like that. The last thing I remember her saying was something like, "We'll have to change the locks Jamie, keep your dad out." We slept on top of the bed, the covers were on the floor and we were as naked as the day we were born. Tangled legs and arms, life was better than good. The next thing I saw was flashing lights over my head, and. "What the fuck is going on here!" Bellowed a loud voice. It took me at least one second to notice the light in the room shining over my head. Then another second to see my dad, and he was standing at the side of us. "So this is what you've been up to behind my back, you pair of dirty bastards, Mother and son fucking, that's going to go down well with family and friends isn't you bastard cunts!" I shot up, over, and out of bed at the same time he raised his arm to hit my mother. I drove him backwards, so he changed his attention to me. As a child, he would spank me sometimes. And to me it seemed to be for no real reason. I had always told myself that if he tried it when I got older, there would be a regime change. He drove a punch at me, which grazed my ear as I dodged it, but my return punch didn't graze his, it landed square on his cheekbone and I knocked him down. Mom screamed loud and long, I quickly went to her and got her to be quiet, neighbours, I told her. I went back to the old man who was just about back on his feet. "You'll pay for this Jamie, and a lot, and you!" he pointed a finger at mom, and said. "Everybody is going to know about the incestuous affair you are having with our son. I'll even call the cops." That's when I decked him again, then jumped on him."You," I pointed my finger at him now while straddling him. "Will be humiliated, what your friends and family are going to say will be worse for you." I snarled, "All those 'friends' of yours who have been trying for years to get mom into bed hey? Even Uncle Harry, your own brother. What are they going to say when you tell them your own son has taken your wife from you. That you have been cuckolded and defeated in the bedroom by someone far better than you will ever be." (Mom's words) I grabbed his camera phone and threw it down, then stamped on it, there would be no photographic evidence to support anything he might have to say. "And one more thing, Mom already knows you are having it away from home, you think she is stupid, well I'm here to tell you she isn't. It's you who are the stupid one. Now Dad," I said, "I think you had better go now, and probably not come back." I got off him quickly, and stood to one side. I hoped what I had said had struck a chord, if not, then? He got up slowly, I was ready for a violent response, mom was at the other side of the bed, she had put a robe on now, and I grabbed my pants. He looked at me, glared hatefully at my mother, turned and walked away. I followed him to the stairs and watched him go out. I rapidly went down and slid every bolt home that I could. The house secure, I went back to my mother. She was still stood at the side of the bed, I held her tight, "Well," I whispered, I was shaking myself too. "That's settled it then Mom," I said. "What's settled?" she said softly. "We two mom, are now officially, one!" And I tried a giggle. "Yes Jamie, I think you might right, I hope this really is what you want now baby, because you've got it. I just hope he keeps shut about it though, for all our sakes." I had to hope that too, but after what I'd said to him, I was halfway confidant he would, especially if mom was right about him playing away, he wouldn't want his lady friend knowing he'd been tipped out of his own bed by his own son, would he. We went back to bed, mom was uptight and worried all the rest of the night, I wanted to play after a while but mom was too upset, so I let her be. The next day I did what had to be done, I went and bought three good quality dead bolt locks, and several sliding bolts, and saw to all the windows too. This made mom happier and more secure. "Are you sure he can't get in honey?" she whispered, sliding sexily into my arms. "Not unless he knocks a wall down with a bulldozer, no chance mom," I said, and felt for a little nub and found one. "Hmmmm, someone feeling frisky baby?" she said into my mouth as hers closed on mine. "By the way Sire, two holes have come and gone," she said, and walked off. Two holes? What does that mean I thought, then I got it, I raced after her, shouting, "Watch it you. I'm coming, and there's no escape." I heard her giggling and squealing as I chased her into the bedroom. I was in time to see her dive on to the bed to land on her knees, put her head down and grab the sheets. "Come on Jamie darling be quick, you want me, you got me. Don't waste a second please." I didn't, I was in behind her before she stopped still. Junior was already up and ready. Without thinking I drove into her pussy, "Sorry," I mumbled. Pulled back and out and shoved it wickedly up her ass. Mom moaned so loud, then bit the sheets and screamed. I was between her knees, but she hooked her feet over my heels, this sort of stopped me from getting away. I needed no further telling, I set about fucking my wonderful, beautiful mother's ass. Hands on hips I settled into a real good rhythm, one that had mom moaning and groaning, and saying, "Oh, Oh, Oh Oooooh Oh Jamie, Hmmmm Oh Jamie, Oh yes darling yes, Oooooh, Oh God that's so painful, don't stop baby, just don't stop." I didn't, until the knot formed in my stomach again, my grip must have told her I was about to cum. Because she told me over her shoulder, "Go Jamie, give it to me, all of it honey, every bit!" As I shot my load I kind of fell over her, so I crushed her nipples between my fingers, and mom howled, Fuck did she howl, and then she came too, massively. We ended up laying flat, me on top, hands still full of beautiful tit. Cock still up her ass, and her grunting below me, I don't think I have ever felt better, unless you're talking about the last two days with the most beautiful sexiest woman on earth, my mother. My dad popped into my mind, "If only you could see what we are up to you fuck pig," I said to him in my head. And suddenly I didn't care what he were to say, or do. He was out, gone. I was in, his wife, my mother, was mine, of that there was no doubt now at all. "You can get off now Lord and Master," she said, "you're crushing me," and she laughed, or tried to. I heard me grunt as I did, junior's head was caught by her ass hole. I tugged it and I swear I heard a pop! "Mom," I mumbled, "how many times have you done that mom?" A thought of her and dad doing it sullied my mind. "Nowhere near enough times baby," she answered, "your dad thought it was unethical, demeaning, not to mention downright dirty. We did it a couple of times just after we married, but since then, nothing. You have just had your virgin mother's ass honey. And you can have it all the times you want. I love it darling, and I love you Mr." That put me in a real good mood, "All three now mom," I bragged. She turned to me, held me tight, "And all three if you want everyday Sire," she told me, "that's if you wish to, your serving wench will serve you in every way, my young King." We fought all day long, I won every round, but it was consensual. Later I asked her, because I had to know, "Now I know about you and dad proper mom. Are you really telling me you didn't cross the line?" "I did not!" she replied indignantly, then smiled wickedly, "but Travis might have got a shot!" she laughed. That put me on the back foot I can tell you. "If he even smiles at you in the wrong way mom, I'll dump him so hard, I'm telling you!" She laughed at that delightedly. "Travis wouldn't even get a look in Jamie," she paused, "now Pete Smales, he's a looker," she giggled. I was outraged, then I stopped myself, and that's when the penny dropped. She was having me on, and I suppose, keeping me on my toes, now, and in the future. A Secondhand Phone That next day I took mom to the bank, and moved every bit of money in their joint account, into her sole account. Each was a signatory, so doing that wasn't a problem. The next thing we did was open an account for me in my name in another bank, then she moved it all into that. The house was in joint names so nothing could be done there, so we waited for the shit to hit the fan. It did in the shape of a weasel man knocking on the door asking mom to sign papers. He asked to come in, I said no. Mom said not to be rude Jamie. I told her I knew what I was doing and shut the door in his face. He had told her she would get a quickie divorce and keep the house. I took the papers from him and looked at them, I knew from a friend of mine whose parents had gone down a similar route to divorce, not with her son. But she had had it off with another guy. She had signed the papers but it was a trick, she admitted everything and lost the court battle. I couldn't really understand the legal jargon, but I knew I was looking at bad things. I went to the door, threw the papers back at the guy, and said. "Tell him, your client, to bring it on, my mother is signing nothing. Now piss off!" And once again I slammed the door on him. I saw a very disgruntled man leave. The excitement had given me a hard on, so I half dragged mom into the kitchen, pointed at the kitchen table, threw a towel over it and told her. "On it, and over it, now!" She obeyed immediately, saying. "Ooooh Sire I love it when you're so masterful like this." Her ass was a sight to see, her hips propping it up. Her gorgeous legs spread wide waiting for me. Her eyes over her shoulder waiting expectantly. I stepped behind her, popped juniors head in and held him there, mom moved back to meet him naturally. "Stay still," I said. "Jam..., yes Sire," she murmured softly. I stayed there for long seconds, then with a rushing bang I drove all the way in. Mom was still sucking breath when I pulled back out and stayed again. "Oh Jamie, Mmmmm." Again I thumped in, out and stayed. I did this for ages. Mom was dying for me to thrash her pussy, her hips were waggling, if she moved back on me I slapped her ass, hard. "Sire, Oh Sire," she pleaded, "please make love to your little wench, I'm begging you sire, please?" I hauled it out and struck her in the ass, then hauled it out and banged it back into her hot pussy. Mom squealed, cried, and begged me. Then I fucked her hard and long, this dominance was a new one on me but I liked it, and it was obvious mom did too. I'm getting there mom, what do you want me to do Hmmm, cum in you, or pull out?" Without a seconds hesitation, she cried, "In me Sire, cum in me, fill me up sir, give it all to me, everything!" I banged home one last time and we came in a rush together. I leaned over her, my hips secured to her ass as I pumped her full of good old fashioned baby making cum. Mom grunted, Ooooh'd, and Argggh'd, Mmmmm'd and babbled as she blew her own load back at me and down my thighs. I stood there for a while wondering whether to move, if I could without falling down. I pulled away. "No baby, stay there just for a moment longer, let me find myself please." I did, then she moved a little so I pulled junior out, lifted her up, and took her into the sitting room. We flopped on to the sofa and held on to each other. "Do you know baby," she breathed, "no one, but no one, has ever made love to me like you have, or do, absolutely no one. I love you so much my King, my Sire, my Galahad, my young Master." I don't know if there is anyone out there that has had these words spoken to them by a woman, or girl. But I can tell you there are no better sentiments that can be uttered to a guy. My heart almost burst with pride, joy, and complete and utter love for her. Of course the old man caused mischief where he could. But I just kept reminding him of whom it was that had taken his wife away from him. A better man than he was, a bigger man than he was, and ten times the real man he would ever be. And the coup de gras, he was my cuckold, and that really did make his face drop. The last time I saw him he was going at it again. "Hey," I said, I grabbed his arm and whispered, "Maybe you'd like a video of me and your wife? Oh, and by the way, my mother, in what was your bed. Or, if you prefer, you can choose where." He nearly choked, he fucked off and we haven't seen him since. We ended up by selling the house and moving to a little cottage just out of town, where privacy was guaranteed. Mom, my Lucy, is seven months pregnant now with our first baby. I'll keep you posted.