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At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 01

By: Chris7sw



This is an utterly true story of events that took place some 50 years ago. I've only written this because I wanted to be able to keep the memories fresh as I get older and because my mother has now passed away and can't now be blamed any more. 

Needless to say, I've changed the names and I've also incorporated a certain amount of fiction -- mainly to make my story more readable. I've also embellished it here and there to make it more enjoyable and I've taken the liberty of adding conversation. I've no real idea now as to what we said at the time, but looking back, I think that we would have said the kind of things that I've added. 

But it is essentially a true story -- and I'll let you decide which parts are fact and which parts are fiction! And it isn't a wham, bang story -- it takes a while to develop and it doesn't just cover the fucking!

So here goes.....

Briefly -- here's me....Chris. At 19 I was a reasonably tall fit guy with no noticeable defects or blemishes. At about 6' I was at least 7" taller than my mum -- and about the same build as my dad, as it happens. I had blue eyes and mousy-brown hair (family traits) and, thanks to having my own 'keep fit' area at the back of the garage, I was reasonably well toned. I was no Adonis but I wouldn't be the first to be rejected at a slave auction! I weighed in at just over 140 pounds (10 stone) because although I was fit, I hadn't yet really developed much muscle. I loved sport and I played cricket (I was a fast bowler) with the local village team and I was in the college First XI cricket team as well. I ran competitively for the county of Surry at sports events throughout the country and I played tennis at the local club, where I won several cups. And I certainly didn't smoke or drink at that age!

But all that doesn't really matter in this story, which is really all about my mum......and my penis!

When I was about 19 (I was born in August 1943, by the way) I started the memorable and utterly enjoyable experience of having a fantastic sexual relationship with my mother. I know that it's illegal and is called 'incest' but as I'll try to explain, it was really a mutual frustration relief exercise.....that eventually became something of a love affair.

It started soon after one Christmas which I know for certain was that of 1962 -- and that winter of 1962/3 has gone down in the record books as one of Britain's coldest winters ever. I'd left Grammar School when I was almost 17; then started work almost immediately. However, within a year I'd become disillusioned with my very basic job, so I'd jacked it in. I really needed more qualifications to get anywhere so in September 1961, just after I'd become 18 and a little over a year after I left school, I became a student again and enrolled in a three year course at college. It was a medical management course with a boring accounting base, but with extensive tuition in physiological anatomy, targeted at us students becoming qualified within the Health industry. It was a real grind but I knew that if I stuck at it, the rewards would be worthwhile.

Although it was a three year course, the second and third years were correspondence style studies and most of the work could be done at home, so once I'd completed my first year, I was able to study at home and it therefore came about that I was 'at home' during that very chilly winter.

Once the cold weather departed around Easter 1963 I returned to college lectures until the end of the second course year in July -- and then thereafter I remained at home and did my third year by post with just the occasional visit to see my tutors.

Once my course was completed (which I passed with an "A--" by the way) I eventually found myself a job; not the best paid job in the world but I had to start somewhere. Thank heavens therefore that my parents allowed me to live with them right through until I got married in December 1967, by which time I was 24.

The relationship that developed, lasted all the way through until I became steadily involved with my first proper girlfriend and wife-to-be in 1966 and even then we managed a number of lusty couplings. The last occasion that we managed to have sexual intercourse was just two days before my new wife and I sailed for Australia -- a sort of goodbye present! Despite her 'confessions' at the time, I've never really found out whether my mother allowed us to become 'lovers' out of frustration, from lust, love or simply as a caring mum but I have no regrets about what happened.

Anyway, by the age of 19 I was fully developed, both in stature and sexually and I was about as horny as a goat -- anything remotely sexual was fair game and I experimented with pretty well anything to do with sex that was on offer! 

My cock had developed nicely and had now reached its full adult size -- about 7½ inches long and a little over 6 inches in circumference. 

(Just a thought -- have you ever tried to measure 'across' your penis? Not so easy -- do you trap the shaft between two books or something and measure across? Needs to be a guess, if done by eye. Hmmmm.....so it's easier to run a piece of string round your cock and then see how long it is. Divide by pi -- 3.14 -- and you'll get the diameter. Easy!)

When I tossed myself off, I could make my cum really fountain out -- a good squirt could be fired to a distance of four or five feet or more. Alternatively and if I had the chance, I'd catch it in my hand and after licking up my spunk, I'd swallow it eagerly. 



We lived in Guildford in Surrey, England and I had several part-time girlfriends -- but I only got round to seeing them occasionally and then only had some form of sexual contact with them when the chances arose, so although I'd had some experience, I was pretty naïve about sex generally. Anyway, I was studying hard for my course, (following which I was soon employed) and so I had little spare time to go hunting for sex. My best friend was my fist which pulled many a load of spunk from my rampant cock. As a result, at the time at which the relationship that I'll describe took place, I was often very definitely frustrated and I was relieved and delighted therefore that a sexual partner came to me at home.

I feel that I've been very fortunate in that I had always been very close to my mother and it was she who took the trouble to educate me on the subject of sex. It was she who gave me the 'birds and bees' talk; it was she who provided books and literature to extend my learning -- and eventually it was she who completed my education!

I had a younger brother named Barry, who was about 14 at the time. He was away at boarding school from early January and would only be back for the Easter holidays. I, being 19, was the 'man of the house' and it was a role that I filled in more ways than was intended! My mother, I'm pleased to say, was only about 21 years older than I was, so she must have been just about 40 when these events took place. In retrospect, the age gap was considerable but she was a fit healthy liberated woman whose age probably didn't show. 

From my memories, she had a pretty good figure -- I can certainly remember the swell of her hips and bum and the way her breasts stood out -- they still did, well into her later years. I also remember her thick dark pubic hair and I think that I've had a 'thing' about dark pubes ever since. All this is not to mention her pretty face with her dark eyes and smiling lips. With her lovely curvy body, her great pair of tits and that very dark and bushy pubic triangle of hers, she was a mature woman in the prime of her life, as they say! Having said all that, it is only in retrospect that I could see all her sexy attributes -- before these events she was really just 'my mum'.

My father, who worked with the Tax Office, had received promotion in the autumn of 1962 and it meant that he had to change offices and relocate to Warwickshire, some 120 miles to the north. He therefore had begun searching for a new house immediately after Christmas -- but it was a long job to find the right house and it became a search that took almost nine months to complete. He had to both find a new home and sell our old house, as well as attend to his work, so he was extremely busy. And once he'd found us a home, it needed some work done to it and so there were more delays. Often therefore, as a matter of economy and also of common sense, he would lodge with a colleague in Warwickshire and would sometimes end up staying away from home for several weeks at a time during his search for and then the improvements to, our new house.

It was during this period, while my father was away and was anticipating remaining away for some time, that the winter weather became positively arctic for some three or four months with frozen pipes, blocked roads and life disrupted generally. I think that my father ended up staying away for almost two months, mainly due to the appalling weather -- even longer than had been intended. From January until well into April, winter descended on the country with a vengeance, as the newspapers of the time will confirm. 

One icy evening, when my brother was at boarding school, I readily agreed with my mother's suggestion that we would be far warmer and more comfy if we both slept in the same double bed. It made sense because those were the days before houses like ours had central heating and electric blankets were still pretty basic things. We had neither -- just open fires downstairs and hot water bottles for the beds. My parents did have the 'luxury' of a duvet -- the latest thing from Scandinavia, but we kids still just had sheets and blankets.

In the summer my father and mother (and us boys) usually slept in the nude but in the cold weather mum usually wore to bed what was probably one of my fathers' shirts. Due to its length it covered her ass and pubes sufficiently to provide decency and to keep her warm. As a result, she never wore knickers to bed, or at least, I never saw her wearing any at night except during her periods. Since we all wandered around in the nude from time to time, I'd occasionally seen her prominent dark triangle of pubic hair and her breasts, so I was quite relaxed about seeing her body. However, to catch a glimpse of those pubes while she was wearing her nightshirt was always somewhat erotic for some reason. Perhaps the human body is more sexy when you just see glimpses rather than when it's totally nude. Despite that, I didn't really yet see my mother as anything sexy -- she was just my mother. 

As I said, I'd glimpsed my mum unclothed on occasion but now however, with this new turn of events, things were about to become rather different and, given my highly-charged sexual state at 19, I should have been able to forecast what was liable to happen. Not only that, I should have had enough self-will to either retire to my own bed or to stop the actions that were to follow, but my body won out over my brain, as I'll try to explain.

As I usually slept naked, to share mum's bed and be naked beside her just wouldn't be right, so in view of the cold and as a matter of decency under the circumstances, I opted to wear pyjamas. After all, what 19 year old is going to get naked into bed beside his mother! However I don't think that my mother had put knickers on for the occasion -- just her shirt as usual and as we climbed into bed, my mother, possibly anticipating something, told me that I must never say a word to my father -- or anyone else for that matter, about us sharing the bed. Then she put out the light and we snuggled up, back to back and enjoyed at least part of our bodies becoming warm. As we snuggled up, my cock began to appreciate the warmth and nearness of a female body and it soon became erect -- I tried to ignore it. My mother must have gone to sleep very quickly and despite the state of my cock, I soon followed suit. 

The following morning I woke up very early and I was a little shocked to find that I'd rolled over and was now snuggled up against my mother's back. Inevitably I had an erection again which was sandwiched between our bodies. My arm was draped over my mother's waist and my hand was up inside her nightshirt where it was resting on and cupping one of her breasts -- her nipple was in the palm of my hand -- no wonder that I had an erection! More than that, her hand was holding mine in place. 

I gently removed my hand and began to move my body away from her, hoping not to disturb her. As I did so I realised there was quite a large damp patch on my pyjamas from my leaking cock -- I'd obviously had an erection and had been pressed up against my mother for some time. I also realised that her nightshirt was rucked up at the back so that I'd been pressing against her naked rear -- did I do that or did she and who put my hand on her breast? I felt very relieved that I'd woken before my mother as I was not a little worried about how she'd have reacted had she have caught me 'red handed.' It took ages for my erection to go down and it bobbed up eagerly whenever I looked at my mother throughout the day.

During that and the next night nothing else untoward happened but each morning I would be treated to the sight of my very attractive mother undressing and then getting dressed before my admiring eyes. It wasn't until the third night that anything progressive happened and thereafter I began to see my mother in a different and much more interesting light.

At some point in that third night I woke up to find that I was now lying on my back close to my mother who had also rolled over onto her back. In her sleep, her arm had stretched out and now lay across my groin. The palm of her hand was resting over my penis! And much to my horror, I was starting to get an erection which began pushing against her hand and I just couldn't do a thing to stop my cock from stiffening.

As I lay there trying to will the bloody thing to go down, her fingers must have felt my cock rising and stiffening and they closed round my cock through my pyjamas. My cock instantly sprang into full erection and throbbed with enthusiasm. She held my rigid penis firmly in her hand, gently squeezing and moving her hand around on it for a while, then mumbled something in her sleep and rolled back onto her side away from me. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't really sure whether to be relieved, worried, frightened or frustrated and I lay there awake for quite a while before my erection finally subsided.

We woke up on our respective sides of the bed but I could hardly forget the event, because, as on previous mornings, my mother proceeded to take off her nightshirt and then get dressed by the bed as I lay there, still half asleep. As usual, she did so facing me and no, she hadn't been wearing any knickers again and now she was displaying all her charms. I couldn't help but watch her because now that I was interested, I could see her differently and looking at her hairy pussy, I could now clearly discern her lips and her prominent clitoris poking through her dark pubic curls.

I don't think that she was trying to be provocative -- I think that she was simply acting innocently and normally and I doubt that she knew anything about the previous night. For the first time her nudity affected me and long before she'd completed her dressing, I had another massive hard on because suddenly she'd become a sexual object to me -- a real woman and not just a mother. 

I began to imagine the two of us having sex together -- I'd be able to fuck her lovely hairy cunt with my eager cock while I massaged her fantastic breasts. Then I'd fill her with my sperm over and over again! Oh well, it was fun to fantasize and to be able to dream! I lay in bed as long as I could before I just had to go to my room and have a good wank. It was silly, but I didn't think that it was right to toss myself off in her bed -- perhaps I was worried about leaving some evidence! As I wanked myself in my room, I closed my eyes and imagined my mother's erotic and sexy body and the thought of it made me cum very quickly and incredibly powerfully -- my spunk squirted liberally over the carpet before I thought to catch it.

During the following chilly day, my mother said that she'd enjoyed me sharing her bed since she felt more secure and we both had to agree that we had helped to keep each other warm. There was no way that I was going to mention how she'd kept me warm the previous night! In the gripping cold of that evening we once again retired to her bed and after chatting for a while and kissing goodnight, we settled down to sleep, back to back for the fourth night. 

Once again I woke during the night -- to find that we'd both rolled over onto our backs and this time my mother's hand was already firmly holding my fully erect cock through my pyjamas. There wasn't much that I could do apart from lie there and see what would develop. She started to moan in her sleep and I began to feel both her body and the bed shake -- she was obviously masturbating herself! My eager cock stiffened more and throbbed in her hand with the excitement of the situation. While she played with herself, her hand began moving backwards and forwards over my cock quite energetically. It felt really good and I began to realise that it could have felt a whole lot better if my cock hadn't been imprisoned inside my pyjamas. I'd have to do something about that! Eventually she moaned as she reached her orgasm and as she did so her hand stopped rubbing my cock and fell limply across my groin. 

After a while I moved my body and she took her hand away and rolled over and once again I lay there afterwards with an erection that wouldn't go away. I remained lying on my back and I pulled my cock from my pyjamas. I continued to lay there gently stroking my erection and hoping (but sort of worrying) that there might be some more action, but nothing else seemed to be going to happen and eventually I put my cock back in my pyjamas and must have gone to sleep. 

But some while later I was woken again. I was now lying on my back while my mother had rolled over towards me and her hand was now working its way inside my pyjamas! Soon she held my cock which immediately began to show signs of life. As it stiffened, she pulled it free from my pyjamas and started to rub it for me. 

"Oh, I'm feeling so horny," she mumbled, "come on Darling, make love to me. Let me have your cock inside me." 

And a little while later, she murmured, "I need you....."

I guessed that she was talking in her sleep (to my dad) and I must have been right because her hand gradually stopped moving and soon she began snoring quietly. I tried to turn over to get away from her but as soon as I moved, her hand tightened her grip on my cock and she started to wank me again. Once again she eventually stopped moving her hand and this time I was able to extract myself from her grasp and roll over. It wasn't that I didn't want to be played with; it was simply that I was scared about what she'd do or say if she woke up. I put my cock back inside my pyjamas but my erection kept me awake for quite a long time before I drifted off to sleep.

The following morning was exactly the same as before, as my mother stripped off and then got dressed in front of me leaving me with a throbbing erection. This time I had to go and wank myself off, not once but twice before coming downstairs. Later I did some shopping for my mother but the memory wouldn't go away and I had to retire to my room to 'do some revision', so that I could have some peace and have another wank.

The 'sleeping' section of the fifth night was uneventful but I woke very early in the morning to find that it had been my mother's turn to roll over -- towards me as I lay on my side facing away from her. She still seemed to be fast asleep but she was now snuggled up behind me. Her tits were squashed against my back and her arm lay over my waist. Her hand was gripping my cock which was solidly erect and I was surprised to realise that my cock was no longer under cover -- somehow it had either managed to escape through the slit in my pyjamas or else she must have extracted it again! 


At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 01



"Ooh, that feels so nice, Darling," she mumbled as she moved her fingers up and down my naked cock, pulling my foreskin around as she did so. Her hips were thrusting and her cunt was pushing at me -- even through my pyjamas I could feel the roughness of her pubic hair.

"Oh I need your lovely cock," she mumbled. "Darling, give me your cock, please. Oh, make love to me, please," she moaned as she tugged on my penis. 

I didn't dare do anything and I could only lay still and see what else she was going to do. I dearly wanted to roll over and to give her what she wanted but I was pretty certain that she was talking in her sleep and that once again she was 'talking' to my father and not to me. For some time she continued to gently rub and feel my cock but after a while her grip slackened and then she rolled back to her side of the bed and soon her breathing became steady and relaxed and I knew that she'd drifted back into deep sleep. Eventually I too went back to sleep but I woke up with an erection that simply refused to go away even after a wank. I got dressed with a large lump in my pants! 

Now I was finding that I would get an erection that would last all evening in anticipation of the events to come once we got into bed -- I hoped. I'd decided not to masturbate so often during the past few days because I wanted to save my spunk in the hope of something happening. Mind you, although I wanted something sexy to happen I was scared stiff in case something actually did happen! But by now I was in urgent need of additional relief -- once a day wasn't enough to unload my balls! 

On the sixth night I awoke to find that once again I had rolled up against my mother's back. My stiff cock, which had escaped from my pyjamas again, (how?) was enveloped in her shirt and it was pushed right between her legs. I lay there wondering what to do but I was nice and warm and comfy and I drifted back to sleep before I could get my brain to think about making me move.

Some little while later I woke again and this time, having realised my situation, I gently started to move away to get back onto my own half of the bed. As my cock, which was still erect, began to slide from her cleft, so her bum pushed back at me in an attempt to stop me moving and her arm reached back to try to hold my cock between her legs. 

"Oh -- push it back in! Fuck me, oh please Darling," she mumbled in her sleep, "Get your cock in me. Fill me....." 

Much as I wanted to do just that I thought that safety first was the best policy and I continued to move away. I'd better not push my luck, I thought, because I couldn't believe that she could be talking to me and I'm sure I was right.

In the morning when I awoke I was back on my own side of the bed and decently dressed. As I lay there I thought back to the night before. If her shirt hadn't have been in the way, I might well have had my cock very close to or at least alongside her cunt! Also, if I'd have let her have her way, she might have pulled me back into place and things might well have progressed rapidly from there. It took a lot of self-control not to have my customary morning wank once my mother was up and dressed!

In the evening as we began to retire to bed my mother shocked me as she said, 

"Your erection was pushed between my legs last night, wasn't it?" 

I could hardly deny it and I began to apologise. 

"No don't -- I don't suppose it was your fault," she said, "It was lovely, but you really should keep over on your own half of the bed." 

"I was asleep -- I didn't know I was anywhere near you until I woke up," I countered, "Anyway, you roll over too." 

"Do I?" she asked, "Oh well, so long as we don't do anything, although I don't suppose that we can stop if we're both asleep. The trouble is that you'll make me randy and as I'm feeling very frustrated I don't know how I'll respond, especially if I'm asleep." 

"I'll try to be good," I said. 

"I'm pleased to hear that," she replied, "Because I could easily get to like it if we let things happen. What if we got carried away, what then?" 

"Don't know, mum," I said somewhat avoiding a direct answer.

"I'll tell you what would happen," she said as she threw back her side of the duvet and sat on the bed, "I might end up pregnant, that's what -- and we don't want that to happen, do we?"

I was staggered by this turn of the conversation but I simply replied that I'd try to behave -- then we settled down to sleep, although it took me a long time to get to sleep because of the instant erection that had popped up as mum talked about us getting carried away.

During those sixth and seventh nights she left my cock alone but several times and at least twice on the seventh night I was awakened to feel the bed shaking as she rubbed herself in her sleep. That night I heard her say something like "give me your cock" and "I need your cock! Fill me up darling," and, on another occasion "get your big cock up me" and "make me cum" -- presumably talking of her husband's penis and she moaned in her sleep from time to time as she orgasmed. 

Each night that she woke me up with her personal sexual activity, I would develop an almost immediate erection which became progressively more stubborn and my cock would refuse to deflate. Each night therefore, I lay in bed beside her for hours waiting for my cock to go down -- I couldn't very well have a wank and it was too cold to get out of bed.

On the morning after that seventh night I woke up with my groin feeling strange. I put my hand down and found that I'd had a wet dream. I didn't often have wet dreams because I usually wanked so much but now it had happened in her bed! There was a big sticky patch of cooling spunk all over my pyjamas, my cock and even the bed. Obviously my sperm bank was full and overflowing! I hadn't felt my spunk being ejaculated but it was hardly surprising that it had happened considering all the sexual activity that I could do nothing about! But didn't I feel sheepish that morning as I did my best to hide the evidence!

By now I was really becoming desperate for relief for my cock and I was still refusing to masturbate more than once a day. I wanted to feel her hand on my cock again and I was beginning to think of various ways to make things happen. I didn't want to be 'pushy' but I wanted there to be every chance to encourage some action, because even though I was scared, her actions were very, very sexy. I began to wonder what would happen if she was to hold my cock again, without my pyjamas being in the way. How far would things go? It was very scary -- but terribly exciting! My cock was taking over my mind! I really, really wanted her to wank me and if she did so I would cum -- and then what? Oh god, the erotic possibilities were endless -- but the possibilities that mum might take offence were also massive in my mind. But my cock was in charge -- let's do it! 

Hoping that she might wank me properly, I decided to get my pyjamas right out of the way and leave my cock exposed as I went to sleep -- if anything was to happen, then at least nothing would come between us! It was odd really -- I wouldn't let her see my erection and yet I wanted her to hold it and to rub it for me! I wanted to get her to wank me -- and yet I didn't want to come in her presence! 

Turmoil was rife in my brain, but that night, as soon as I was confident that my mother was asleep, I rolled over onto my back, pushed down and took off my elasticated pyjama bottoms to make access to my cock easier. Then I waited for something to happen.....

That night my luck was out but I woke again in the morning to find that I'd had another wet dream -- once again I was fortunate that it had happened on my side of the bed. But how did I manage to get spunk ALL over my bollocks?! My sperm was still warm, wet and runny so I must have only just cum when I woke up. There wasn't any spunk on my hands so it had been a totally involuntary event -- I just wish that I'd been there to watch! My eruption may have missed my hands but there was another large wet patch on the sheet which I hoped that my father would never see and fortunately I woke before my mother so I was able to slip out to the bathroom before she could see the mess from my nocturnal emission.

Then, on the next (the ninth) night, I woke to find that we'd rolled together again. My cock was erect and there was a hand around my cock, but this time at last, my pyjamas weren't in the way! It was happening at last! Would I now get the relief that my cock craved? Her hand was caressing my knob, making my cock jump and quiver with excitement. Then her hand moved down from my knob and began to rub up and down my naked shaft, really wanking me off in her sleep. She moaned as she manipulated my flesh and the bed began to shake as she started to masturbate herself too, while her hand worked harder on my cock. I pulled my pyjama jacket up out of the way. I heard her mouth something inaudible but she carried on rubbing my cock with more enthusiasm and I began to realise that I was going to cum if she carried on much longer. But I didn't want her to make me cum, (oh, but I did!). I only wanted her to hold my cock and play with me, but it was so nice that there was no way that I wanted to stop her busy hand. Her wanking became faster in time with her own masturbation and I lifted up the duvet so that she'd have more working space. I didn't want my cock to get caught in the material and just in case she did complete the job, I didn't want the duvet to get covered in spunk!

Now I was sure that soon she would make me cum -- I could feel those early signs of orgasm building up and I did my best to hold it back, because I was getting worried. Oh God, I wanted it to happen -- but it was scary! What was I going to say and do when I ejaculated? Should I make her stop what she was doing -- and how could I stop her? Perhaps she'd stop once she'd had an orgasm. What would happen if I woke her up -- would she stop wanking me? Would she get angry or would she want to carry on? Perhaps in her sleep she wouldn't realise that I'd cum and would simply lose interest in my cock. And did I want her to stop? No, I didn't. Her hand felt so good and my cock was enjoying every moment and it wanted to cum! And what my cock wanted, it got! I was panting by now and whatever the outcome, it was going to happen soon and I was becoming powerless to stop it!

I could feel things starting to build up -- but just before I reached my climax; before I reached the point of no return, she cried out as she orgasmed and her hand stopped rubbing my cock, although she still retained her grip on my shaft. As she recovered from her orgasm her hand continued to slowly and gently move around on my penis. I was so disappointed -- and yet so relieved, but then I realised that she hadn't satisfied herself because I could feel that her other hand had started rubbing at her cunt again and her actions started increasing once more. I could feel her movements and she continued to gasp and moan as her arousal throbbed through her body. Then she started to wank my cock again as she worked herself up to a second orgasm. All of a sudden, she rolled over towards me and continuing to rub my cock, she put one leg over mine as I lay on my back. She pushed her hips forward and squashed her pulsating slippery cunt onto my thigh. As she squirmed around I could feel how wet and sticky her cunt was as she wanked herself off against my thigh. She was almost climbing on top of me as she tried to get me to fuck her!

She started to call out in her sleep, 

"Oh come on, fuck me, please! Give me your cock." She pulled me towards her. 

"I'm so wet and ready for you. Put it up me, Darling -- I need you. Fill my cunt, please Darling." 

She rubbed her body harder against mine. Her tits started to rub against my arm and I could feel her hard nipples. 

"I want your spunk. Shoot it right up me!" she said. All the time she was talking she continued to wank me faster and faster and rub her sopping wet cunt on my leg even harder. 

'Oh God, it's happening, she's making me cum', I thought as quivers began to shake me. Suddenly I just couldn't hold it any longer and without further warning I felt my orgasm arrive. My spunk pumped violently from my cock all over her hand, up her arm, over our stomachs, on to the bedclothes -- everywhere! There seemed to be gallons of it and it didn't help that she continued to wank me even harder as I shot my load. And as my sperm squirted everywhere, she cried out,

"Ooh, you're making me cum -- ooh, I'm cumming; I'm cumming!" and obviously had her own massive orgasm -- her whole body quivered and shook. 

Then everything stopped still; even my heart seemed to have stopped beating, all I could still hear was mum breathing heavily. She had obviously woken herself up and was now beginning to realise what had been happening.

There seemed to be spunk more or less everywhere and I was cringing with embarrassment. Her hand slowly let go of my slowly softening erection and she moved away from me, leaving a large moist patch on my thigh where her cunt had leaked all over me. She quietly asked if I was awake. As if I could still be asleep! When I confirmed that I was awake, she began to apologise for what she had done -- she had dreamt that I was her husband -- my father. 

"I'm so sorry Chris; I've been playing with you. I was sure that you were Steve," she said, "and I've made you cum -- there's spunk all over the place". She sounded really upset; almost ready to cry, so I reached out and found her spunk-splattered hand. I grasped it and squeezed it gently, telling her that everything was fine and that I wasn't complaining -- far from it, I'd really enjoyed it. 

"Why didn't you stop me?" she asked. 

"You were asleep and I didn't know if I should wake you. I was enjoying it too much and anyway you seemed to be enjoying it too," I said, "I'm sorry about the mess but your aim wasn't very good." 

I tried to bring a bit of humour into the situation as somehow I just knew that I wasn't the one in trouble.

She put on the bedside light and we found some tissues and a towel and cleaned up the mess -- spunk was on everything, even on her breasts and her pubes. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. "You must have been saving that lot -- I've never seen so much. Do you always make a lot of sperm when you ejaculate?" asked my mother, wiping her arm. 

"I haven't cum for two days," I said, "but I don't think that that was anything special. I'm sure that I've made more than that on some occasions." 

I was remembering my earlier days soon after I first started to produce spunk -- then there was sometimes enough to soak a hankie completely. For some reason I now felt really grown-up and I found that I was treating her much as my equal. I think that I felt that she was in the wrong, not me and so I had the upper hand. 

I told her that I was sorry that I wasn't her husband but that it was only natural that she'd become frustrated with him being away so much. She squeezed my hand in return and thanked me for understanding her situation. I told her that I'd really enjoyed it anyway and that she'd masturbated me beautifully -- it was far better than doing it by myself! Then I suggested that perhaps I should return to my bed but she told me not to be silly -- what had happened wasn't likely to happen again, she said. Hah - that was her view!

Now that we had both woken up she began to talk about her sex life -- almost a confession. She described how she and my dad both seemed to have a high sex-drive and usually had sex almost every night and sometimes several times a night. It was hardly surprising therefore that she had needed to masturbate -- even in her sleep. She told me that my dad had a large penis and that he always made sure that she had a number of orgasms before he came. With a bit of gentle encouragement, she told me that she'd had plenty of boyfriends before they were married and had enjoyed a good of variety of cocks -- both in length and width. She told me that she and my dad would often masturbate each other or together if she was 'out of action' and that she thought that it was both a natural and enjoyable thing to do. In exchange, I told her about her masturbatory sessions in her sleep -- she said that dad used to comment about her activities too!

Then she began to ask about my sex life -- about my conquests and the ways in which I made love to my girlfriends and about the type of girl I preferred. She got me to tell her which position I preferred when having sex and how I liked to fuck -- did I prefer a gently lovemaking or was I a wham-bang type. I didn't have a whole lot of experience but I told her that I preferred to be gentle as my idea was to love a woman, not hurt her and she agreed with my feelings. She asked me about my ejaculations -- where I liked to shoot my spunk, how much spunk I produced and how often I could cum. She also 'congratulated' me again on the amount of spunk I'd pumped out tonight. I proudly told her that I had cum four times in a row while having sex but that I'd managed to cum seven times in a row by wanking. I didn't tell her anything about liking to catch and swallow my spunk. Neither did I tell her that I'd been trying to save my cum for just this event. My wet dreams may have unloaded the excess from my balls but they were obviously still full to the brim when she tossed me off!

We'd been sitting up while we'd been talking and my mother's breasts had become almost uncovered because her shirt had become partially undone. As she moved, so an entire breast would be exposed to me from just a couple of feet away -- I could hardly take my eyes off her. Her nipples had the greatest effect on me because for some reason they seemed to be erect -- perhaps it was just the cold air -- perhaps she was feeling sexy! On one occasion as she moved around both breasts poked out from her shirt! Fantastic! That and the sex-laden talk had made my cock decide to come back to life and it was now standing up again, hard and eager and hoping for some more action. My erection was causing the duvet to rise up and I was sure that my mother could see it -- at least I was hoping that she could, because I had a feeling that she was still just as horny as I was! I began to wonder if the memory of my cock and perhaps the lingering smell of sex would make her carry on where we'd left off and I began to feel confident that she'd do it again. I held my cock in my hand, enjoying the hot velvet hardness of my shaft. But instead of a bit more action she finally said that it was time to go to sleep -- just a quick cuddle 'and no hanky-panky', as she put it. 

Feeling somewhat disappointed, I snuggled down beside her on my back. She rolled onto her side towards me and putting her arm over my chest, she pulled us close together for a kiss and a cuddle and to say sorry. But instead of sliding together, we rolled together and my cock, which was still as hard as an iron bar and which was still unclad, landed right in the palm of her hand that was beneath her. She couldn't do much else other than grasp it and I couldn't keep it out of her way. 

"Oh you rotten sod -- I didn't want that to happen," she husked. 

She breathed in deeply as her fingers closed round my cock and I seemed to be able to feel that she was making a decision -- shall I play with him again or not? Her mind said no but her body was letting her down and it definitely said yes! 

"Why didn't you want what to happen?" I asked innocently -- while at the same time making my cock jump and throb in her hand. 

"I didn't want to get involved in touching or playing with you again," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. 

"It's hard enough to resist a young man when I'm frustrated without having his cock placed in my hand. I was intending to say no but you've spoilt it -- now how can I say no!"




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 01



I thought that I'd better try to offer her a way out. 

"You don't have to play with it if you don't want to. You shouldn't really, anyway," I said pretending to feign indifference. 

I rolled over onto my back and she lost her grip on my cock. But to my surprise, she reached out with her other hand and grasped my hard penis. 

"Don't be so cruel" she moaned, "don't take it away now. Please let me hold it." 

As she began to move her hand over my cock she started to talk. 

"Chris, this could get us into trouble because it's wrong, but it's so nice that I just can't resist you," she said, "so not a word must leak out, ever. Not only that, I'm just worried that once we start we won't be able to stop and we won't want to stop either." 

She moved so that she could grasp my cock more comfortably. 

"And there's another thing -- we can't undo the things we've done and we'll always want to go further. I'm only playing with you so far -- what happens next if we don't stop? We've got to stop now or we might never stop. One thing always leads to another, doesn't it?" 

"No, please don't let's stop," I said, making my cock thrust into her hand, "I've enjoyed everything so far. It's been wonderful. And if we do keep going, firstly who's to know and secondly, we both need relief." 

"That's the trouble," said my mother as she continued to gently stimulate my straining erection, "We both obviously enjoyed it so much that I think that we've already gone too far to be able to stop. I suppose we can carry on if you like, so long as it doesn't go any further and so long as you just make sure that you don't say anything to anyone." 

"I won't say a word," I promised, "and if you want us to go further then I won't say no either. You're a very sexy woman and you make me feel sexy too. Anyway, I don't see what's wrong with what we're doing -- all we're doing is playing together and enjoying ourselves."

I didn't really know what else to say, so I simply repeated that I was all in favour of playing around and that since I thought that she was very sexy, I didn't mind what we did together. 

"Oh, I know it's wrong but I agree with you because that's how I feel," said my mum, "Oh to hell with the rules, what's a bit of wanking! Come on, let me enjoy your lovely cock. Its years since I used to see you in the bath -- your cock's grown quite a bit since then, hasn't it?" 

She moved her body a bit closer and snuggled up to me. Her shirt was open now and I could now feel her naked breasts as they pressed against my arm. I was in ecstasy! She caressed and rubbed my knob and then squeezing my cock, she began to wank me slowly. Her hand started to move up and down on my cock and as it did so, her thumb began rubbing gently over the knob, making my erection even stiffer. I could feel her thumb sliding in the lubrication that was oozing from the tip. 

As she rubbed me, she said that while my dad was away she didn't mind me sleeping in her bed but that playing with my cock was as far as she would go. 

"I don't mind wanking you off occasionally, because we all need relief, but next time tell me when you're going to cum!" she said to my surprise. 

Then she started to talk about my dad's cock and how similar it was to mine -- it even felt the same except that mine, being younger, was much harder and stiffer. She told me that it was only natural for a woman with a sex drive like hers to want to be fucked regularly, but because my dad wasn't around, she would only allow herself the pleasure of playing with my cock -- although I wasn't to have sex with her. She also realised that a young man was always horny and ready, so she didn't mind helping out. 

"I love to play with a nice big cock but you'll have to make do with that," she said. 

"What about you, you'll need some relief too," I asked. 

"I can always play with myself too," she said, "There's nothing wrong with doing that, although it isn't as nice as having it done for you."

As she continued to hold my cock, I asked her to make me cum again. 

"No please, I want to go to sleep" she said, but then she went on, "Oh, I suppose so. Now I've started I'd better finish you off otherwise you won't get to sleep either! Anyway I love the feel of a good stiff cock. I can't resist playing with it and yours is lovely and hard. And I love to make a man cum -- it always makes me feel horny. But then I'll get all frustrated!" 

"Play with yourself like you said," I suggested, "rub yourself off while you wank me. You do it often enough in your sleep!" 

I watched as her hand slipped down to her cunt and slowly she began to rub at her clit. 

"Oh I mustn't -- I'll get all horny." 

"Go on, it's good for you," I said, putting my hand on her thigh, "Or shall I do it for you?" 

"Oh no, I can't let you do that," she said and her hand started moving faster at her clit. "No, you know what I said about wanting to go further. Anyway, that would be too naughty and sexy, wouldn't it?" 

I think that she was starting to tease me now because she was still holding my cock and her hand continued rubbing lazily up and down and over my knob. Then she changed her tune. 

"No, I mustn't -- I'll get to like playing with you too much," she groaned, letting go of my cock, "come on, you do it for yourself. Toss yourself off while I watch." I put my hand on my cock and started to masturbate. 

"No," I said, "you do it so nicely -- please make me cum again?" 

I pushed my throbbing cock back into her hand to encourage her and her hand gripped me more firmly. She moaned quietly under her breath and her hand began to move over my cock more quickly now. 

"Oh all right, come on then, you win! Let's make you feel better!" was her reply, "Stay on your back and let me turn on the light so I can see what I'm doing. And this time make sure you let me know when you're going to cum!" 

She turned on the bedside light again and we pushed down the bedclothes. She told me again that I had a lovely big cock, but that we shouldn't be playing around at all -- how often was she to use that phrase? While I lay on my back she started to masturbate me properly, this time with the bedclothes pushed back, my pyjamas out of the way and my cock out in the open. As she wanked me, she began to whisper sexily to me. She said that I had a lovely large stiff cock and she suggested that I'd love to shoot all my spunk all over the place. I could feel my cock throbbing in response and I could feel more lubrication oozing out. 

For a while she got me to hold her hand on my shaft while I demonstrated and guided her to my preferred method of wanking and then, after a little while, while she was still wanking me, her hand pulled open her shirt to expose her cunt. 

"Sorry dear, I'm going to have to play with myself if I'm going to play with you," she said, "why should you get all the pleasure?" 

"I don't mind, carry on," I said, "I told you I'd help too, if you want."

She moved her legs apart and began to rub her hand up and down her slit, occasionally delving between her lips into the wetness beneath. Soon I could hear her fingers working at her cunt as it became wetter again. I watched as she wanked herself and noted that her breathing was becoming more ragged as the excitement mounted. She'd been lying on her side but now she rolled over onto her back, changed hands and continued wanking me while I rolled partially towards her.

After a while she asked me to give her my hand, which she grasped and guided straight onto her cunt. "Do it for me, please", she said, "Find my clit. Make me cum". She was already very hot and wet and feeling her clitoris already hard and erect I gently rubbed it, making her squirm and moan with pleasure. As her hips bucked against my hand I also allowed two fingers to slip inside her hole while I kept rubbing at her clitoris with my thumb. As my fingers entered her, she sucked in her breath. 

"Oooh you're not supposed to do that. Ooh, I said that you could rub me, that's all. Oooh, but that's nice," she groaned, "Oooh, don't stop." 

In the meanwhile her hand wasn't idle and she was rapidly bringing me to the boil -- to the point of no return and I could feel the waves of pleasure beginning to shake me. As I warned her that I wasn't far off coming, she spread her nightshirt completely and pushed it up and away from her heaving breasts. "Finish yourself off! Shoot your spunk all over me. Squirt it all on my breasts," she panted.

I got up and knelt between her wide-spread legs while I rubbed my cock with one hand and her cunt with the other. Her breathing and mine became faster and suddenly I felt my body tense up. 

"Ooooooh yes, here it cums!" I breathed and my sperm gushed out across her naked body. My erupting cock sprayed her stomach and breasts with some five or six streams of hot milky fluid and as my spunk jetted out, her hand covered mine on her cunt, pushing my fingers deep inside her, where I could feel her squeezing me as she orgasmed. Her hand held mine and made me rub her clitoris harder as an orgasm jerked its way through her body. 

As soon as she'd cum and I'd shot all my spunk she released her hold on my cock, gathered my sperm with her fingers and rubbed it over her breasts and nipples. 

"Oh that was lovely -- I needed that. Keep rubbing me, I'm cumming again," she said and I carried on wanking her until she began panting heavily, her body shaking all over as her hips bucked and heaved furiously and her second pulsating orgasm arrived. 

We lay side by side panting and resting before cleaning my spunk from her stomach and breasts. Her lovely nipples were fully erected and stood out proudly. She repeated that she'd never intended anything to happen and that we shouldn't have let ourselves get carried away. 

"Why not," I said, "I enjoyed it and you obviously did too so what's wrong with that?" 

"Because it's naughty, that's what's wrong," she started, but then continued.... "But so what, it was good for us both, wasn't it?" 

Then she pulled me to her and cuddled and kissed me and I kissed her back and she told me again how frustrated she had become and how grateful she was to me for having relieved some of her frustrations. As our lips met, our mouths both opened slightly and our tongues began to tease each other -- the first time that our kissing had been anything other than tight-lipped for more than a few moments. My cock responded to the intimacy of our kisses by becoming instantly erect -- hoping for more attention! As we rolled together our bodies met and my cock fitted nicely between her legs. In seconds my cock became fully hardened and began pushing at her hot cunt and because she was so wet it actually slipped between her lips. 

I heard her take a deep intake of breath and I felt her pelvis jerk and thrust forward for her body to try to accommodate me. She pushed me away. 

"No, don't do that, please. I need a cock inside me so much that it's hurting! Much as you've got a lovely cock, I can't make use of it the way I'd like to," she said, "So none of that. I don't mind tossing you off but it mustn't go any further or we really could be in trouble." 

We'd already be in trouble if anyone found out, I thought, so why not go further? 'Damn', I thought, 'if she hadn't already had some four or more orgasms and satisfied her needs for a while, she might have been more than willing to accept my cock!' 

I apologised on behalf of my greedy and unruly cock and thanked her warmly for what she'd done for me but she just told me to get back to my side of the bed and to stay there so that nothing else would happen. What else might possibly happen, I wondered! I accepted, rolled over back onto my side and spent the rest of the night in contented sleep. 

The next morning, although she undressed as before, she was quite naturally somewhat embarrassed at first about showing all her body to me so I thought that I'd better say something to her. I thanked her for 'being nice to me' the previous night. She thanked me too but reminded me that we shouldn't be doing it and that it mustn't go any further. I promised not to pester her and not to say anything but I told her that if we shared a bed then things were liable to happen if only because of her wandering hands. Not only that, I said, I couldn't help but get an erection with a sexy lady lying next to me. I asked again if I'd be better off back in my own room. No, she said, I could stay. Even if it was wrong then I did such nice things to her that she didn't mind me staying. 

She giggled when I mentioned her wandered hands -- she said that she'd do the same with my dad and in the morning he'd often complain that she'd been wanking herself -- and him, in the night and left him with a hard-on. Several times she'd tossed him off in her sleep as she'd done to me. Naturally I had another erection by now and I would have loved her to toss me off again but I didn't dare ask, so I merely told her that she had a lovely touch and that I thought that she was really sexy. She only had her knickers on and she held her bare breasts up with both hands and shook them at me, blew me a kiss and left the room to go to the bathroom. No sooner had she gone than I had to lay back in the bed and wank myself off. I was so aroused and horny that it didn't take more than perhaps thirty good strokes to make me cum. One long squirt splashed on the sheet where she would lie but I caught the rest and swallowed it eagerly. By the time I'd cleared myself up I had another hard-on and had to do it all over again -- it only took a bit longer to cum a second time.

That evening was her usual bath night and to my pleasure and surprise she called me into the bathroom to ask me if I'd like to scrub her back -- something that I hadn't done since I was about 13 or less. She said that I could do so just so long as I didn't start anything. I was delighted to give her a rub down and at the same time I was able to get a really good close-up eyeful of her lovely big breasts with their prominent brown nipples. When I'd finished, I sat on a stool beside the bath and we chatted happily and playfully with plenty of sexual innuendos, while she continued washing herself. I managed to steer quite a lot of the conversation to the subject of her body. I told her of my great pleasure in being able to see her beautifully conical breasts, her generous nipples and her lovely dark pubic hair. 

I confirmed that I thought that she was a very sexy lady and was far more attractive than any girl I knew. Not only that, I told her, no-one had wanked me so well and made me feel so good and furthermore I was sure that she made me make more spunk than any other girl would have been able to do. Feeling brave I also told her that I'd wanked myself off by thinking of her -- she told me I was a dirty young man and ought not to allow myself to get so horny. I told her that it was her fault, but that I wasn't complaining -- it was lovely to have a nice sexy mum. I also told her that when she had cuddled up to me in the night when she wanked me off had been one of the sexiest feelings I'd ever known. Flattery was flowing by the bucketful! Mind you, a lot of it was sincere -- her body was terrific -- she certainly made me hornier than any other person that I knew.

It must have been having the right effect because now she seemed to start flaunting her body at me since she was obviously enjoying all the attention she was getting. Firstly she seemed to be making a show of washing her breasts and pubes. She got me to pour water over her breasts to wash the soap off and her nipples stood out like organ stops as the water ran over them. Then she stood up and began to wash her pussy, standing with one leg on the side of the bath. She pulled her lips apart to wash inside and then told me that I shouldn't be looking -- but she didn't turn round or hide from me. Later she cupped her hands under both of her heavy breasts and held them up as if weighing them. She suggested that they weren't a bad pair for an old lady -- I could only agree, although I told her that I disagreed about using the word 'old'. When I told her that she did really have super breasts and nipples, her eyes sparkled with delight and her smile spread wider and wider. 

Her nipples were big and brown and they had again became erect as I looked at them -- they were better than those of any girl that I'd been with so far and my cock had also become erect and was throbbing just from looking at her body. She teased me by holding and squeezing her nipples until they stuck right out. 

"Is this what you like?" she said, thrusting her breasts out at me. 

"Ooooh yes," I said, "they're really fantastic!" As she finished her bath, she stood up again and asked me to fetch a towel. I brought it to her and held it out. 

"Aren't you going to dry me off then," she asked, smiling. Naturally I started on her shoulders and back -- then she turned round. 

"Do my front too, please," she said lifting her arms up above her head. I gently rubbed her lovely breasts, her stomach and then her pussy. She stood with her legs apart to help me reach all the bits and pushed her hips forward to encourage me to dry her pubes properly. I was nearly coming in my pants because it was so exciting and erotic!

When she was more or less dry, she stepped out of her bath and suggested that I should use her bathwater while it was still hot. I agreed and began to undress and then started to panic somewhat as I realised that my cock was still painfully erect. As I took my pants off, my cock must have realised what was happening and it immediately began to throb with anticipation. I wondered if I should hide it, but then I thought that since she'd seen it all the previous night, then so what, let her see it again -- perhaps she'd toss me off once more! I'd finished undressing and in the meantime my mother had got out of the bath and was continuing to dry herself off. She had her back to me and I thought, as I gave my erection a few gentle rubs, 'why should I be shy about my cock!' 

As I was about to get into the bath, we both turned round and she came face to face with me and with my erection -- I covered my cock with my hands. She smiled and reaching out, she put her hands on my hips and held me at arms length. 

"Come on, let me see it," she said and I moved my hands away, allowing my erection to spring up. She stood and had a good look at my cock. My erection throbbed and bobbed lightly up and down under her gaze and my foreskin rolled back to reveal my red and shiny knob. She complimented me on the size of my cock -- then she reached down and grasping my cock, she pushed my foreskin right back to completely expose my shiny smooth knob. A bead of lubricant appeared on the tip of my knob. Then suddenly she bent forward and sucked at least half of my cock into her mouth before releasing it and planting a big long wet sexy kiss on the end! She looked up at me and her eyes sparkled with her arousal. 

"Did you like that?" she asked, smiling sexily. 

I almost came on the spot! 

She told me to get into the bath, which I did and having made sure that I was thoroughly wet I was told to stand up. Still naked herself, she then proceeded to wash me all over, including my cock, which naturally remained erect. She seemed to really enjoy playing with it and she soaped it well before giving me a long slow wank. After a while I began to plead with her to make me cum but she refused -- but at the same time she continued to wank my soapy cock. Eventually she must have taken pity on me because she washed all the soap off my cock and then took my cock deep into her mouth again. For a while she sucked and wanked me until I told her that I was nearly ready to cum.

By this stage she had obviously got herself all worked up as a result of playing with my cock and now had one hand at her crotch while the other brought me off. 




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 02



This is Part Two of my story of how I came to be sharing my mum's bed, making love to her and generally having a fantastic few years of incest. Please read Part One first... 

*

As we lay back recovering, I let my hand rub her stomach and gradually move lower down. My fingers slid into her pubic hair and I began to gently twist her hairs around with my fingers -- she didn't stop me. Gradually I moved my hand lower down until I felt the little mound of her clitoris. I rubbed it gently. Then I pushed a finger between her lips and her hips came up to meet my hand. 

"You're so sexy," I said, "and don't you get turned on quickly?" 

She moaned softly as I caressed her clitoris. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her hand as it reached for my cock, which had stiffened into another erection. She grasped my cock and squeezed it as she enjoyed my hand at work on her cunt. I moved my hand round until it was cupping her sex and so that my thumb was rubbing her clitoris. She started to groan and breathe heavily. 

"Oh please don't, you mustn't do that," she sighed. 

"Just cum again for me," I pleaded as my hand moved faster. I dipped two fingers inside her soaking wet hole and then used the wetness on them to stimulate her clitoris still more. 

"Oh yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming already," she cried. Her hips bounced up and down as if she was fucking me and her hand wanked my cock wildly. 

"Oh, that was lovely, but no more please, I'm out of practice!" she said as she cleaned herself up.

She repeated that having sex, as she put it, had been really enjoyable and she reminded me that I really should have used a condom as she could still easily get pregnant. 

"I haven't got any condoms. I don't seem to get round to having sex these days," I said. 

"Well then, you should have pulled out before you spurted," she told me. 

"I hadn't planned to be inside you at all," I said, lying like mad, "I just wanted to get your attention to get you to wank me again." 

"Never mind," said mum, "It was going to happen eventually if we slept in the same bed and it's happened now. Anyway, there was no way that I'd let you pull out just as I was in the middle of an orgasm and what's more I wasn't going to waste all your lovely spunk." 

I agreed with her. 

"It would have made a mess again if I'd pulled out," I said. 

"No," said my mother, "I wasn't worried about the mess. I've been desperate to feel some spunk squirting up inside me and once you were inside me, that's where all your spunk was going to end up, even if you shouldn't have been there at all."

Then she explained to me that she'd invited me into her bed so that we could keep warm but all the time she had been thinking that she might be able to seduce me -- and now it had happened -- but I'd seduced her! She knew very well that something would probably happen but she also knew that it was very wrong. "Stop worrying about what's right and what's wrong," I said, "just enjoy it -- I'm not likely to tell anyone. Just don't get pregnant please!" 

I started to apologise but she hushed me -- it was her fault, she said, but it shouldn't ever have happened and it mustn't happen again and that we were very naughty. But I knew from her voice that I wasn't really in trouble and that she was speaking out a sense of duty. Then she also repeated that it had been really good, that I'd fucked her very nicely and that she'd had some lovely orgasms. We thanked each other for the pleasure we'd both had and it was pretty obvious that she'd thoroughly enjoyed herself. I just knew she was going to need more fucking before long! 

She said that my cock felt really big up inside her, so I asked her how my cock measured up and she told me that from what she could remember, it seemed quite as big as any that she'd had, including my dad's. She also said that she'd really felt the jets of my spunk squirting up inside and that it had felt lovely and horny. 

"Oh, I can still feel it. I can still feel your cock inside me," she said, "Oh, what have you made me do? I feel so sexy, so randy." As she spoke, her hand wandered to her cunt and she began to stroke herself. 

"Go on then," I said "Enjoy yourself." Her hand became a blur as she brought herself off yet again and her hips bucked furiously. 

"Oh, that's better, perhaps I can get to sleep now!" she said. 

"That's alright for you," I said, "but I've got another erection because you were playing with yourself -- now what am I supposed to do with it?" 

"You could try just letting it go to sleep," said my mother, "at least you shouldn't have another wet dream tonight!" 

We lay side by side, holding hands and waiting for sleep to come but we were both in a state of high sexual excitement and sleep wouldn't come to either of us. 

While we lay there, we talked quietly about various things and the subject of sex kept coming up again and again. We talked about making love and about having orgasms -- about the size of cocks and of clitorises -- about lubrication and spunk. We both agreed that sex was really enjoyable and very necessary and it became pretty obvious that our conversation, which was becoming more and more sexy, was turning us both on -- I'd already had another erection for ages. As we held hands, I pulled her hand to my cock and encouraged her to hold it which she did without hesitation. She started to rub and caress my cock, making it leak the last of its spunk from our earlier fuck. She rubbed it round the knob and her manipulations increased. I put my hand on her cunt and began to rub gently at her clitoris. 

All of a sudden she pulled me towards her. 

"Come on, you make me so horny" she said, "I need you up me again. Make love to me again. Fill me with that lovely cock." 

My cock, solidly erect, was throbbing furiously as I reached out to feel inside her cunt -- it was absolutely sopping wet and not just from my earlier load of spunk. I climbed between her opened thighs and as she held my cock in place, I allowed it to sink deep into her cunt -- we didn't need any foreplay to precede this fuck. As I fucked her, her fingers fluttered over her clitoris and she orgasmed time after time. Eventually, as we both slammed our hips together in a wild rut, I felt my orgasm nearing. 

"I'm cumming again in a minute," I said, panting heavily, "I can't hold it much longer." 

"Oh, you're not supposed to cum inside me -- you'll get me pregnant," said mum.

"You're already full of my cum, so if you're going to get pregnant, you probably already are!" I said, "And here I cum again Aaaah, aaaaagh! Uuuuugh!"

"Oh yes, cum! Cum in me! I want to feel you cum. Oh, now you're making me cum again -- oh no, I'm cumming again!" 

"I can't stop now," I groaned, pumping my cock hard into her, "Here it cums -- ooooooooh yes, yes, ooooooh yesssss!" 

She wrapped her legs around me as I flooded her cunt with my second load of hot juices and we kissed deeply and lovingly as we both climaxed. And then, once we'd eased off somewhat and were able to feel the world around us again, she told that she mustn't pregnant.....but she wouldn't let me take my cock out of her until we had both finished cumming! So much for her 'mustn't happen again' comments! We lay together with me on top of her while we kissed and relaxed. Eventually we parted and my cock slid from her wet, slippery, soggy and well-filled hole. 

"Oh, I feel so empty," she said, "I wish you could leave it up there." But much as I would have liked to fuck her again, it really was time to get to sleep and it was bloody cold on top of the bedclothes.

In the morning, after she'd washed, she again returned and began to dress in front of me, this time, so it seemed, she made a point of exposing her hairy cunt and her welcoming slit to me. Actually I suppose that she had to because, as she stood up, a trickle of our juices ran down her leg. She had to open her legs to dry her cunt and I could hardly miss the view. Naturally, at my age I would get an erection in seconds and the inevitable immediately happened. Feeling brave, I pushed back the bedclothes and climbed out on her side of the bed with my erection waving before me. Just as I reached her, she bent over to pick up her knickers and I swiftly moved up behind her and poked my cock between her cheeks while grasping her breasts. 

Even now her cunt was still wet and my cock slid quite easily between her lips. 

"Aaaaaagh! Not now, you naughty boy" she said and she turned round, causing my erection to slide from her cleft. She held me in her arms, while my erection nestled up against her stomach and she again tried to lecture me, telling me that what we were doing was wrong even though it was nice and that we mustn't do it again. I agreed, but I knew, even at my tender age, that once she had her hands on my hard cock or once her clitoris was caressed, she'd never be able to say no -- or stop. We'd been intimate now -- I wasn't sorry to realise that there was no going back.

I hugged her to me telling her how much I'd enjoyed our love-making and how nice she'd felt. I moved my body to make her hardening nipples rub against my chest. Then, still holding her to me, I moved down a bit so that my probing cock slipped back between her legs and began to rub around her cunt and along her clitoris -- I could soon feel that it was stiffening up against my cock. As I did so I began pleading with her to let me put my cock inside her again. I just knew that she'd give in and soon my cock slid around more easily as her wetness spread from her cunt. I leaned back a bit and began to squeeze her breasts and to roll her nipples with my thumbs. She groaned and told me to stop, but she didn't push me away and in fact she held me to her, making the contact between my penis and her pussy that much stronger. She moaned gently and I could feel her body begin to respond to the contact. 

I was braver now and I kept working and gently pushing at her until she found herself sitting back down on the bed. As she sat down, I continued to push her backwards and when she lay down, just wearing her bra and unbuttoned blouse, her legs just seemed to flop open, leaving her cunt invitingly available. I leaned forward and held myself poised above her body. I took hold of my erect penis and rubbed it up and down over her clitoris, also making it slide across her hole which was now lubricating profusely. 

"Oh, put it in me now," she pleaded, "please don't muck around -- I need you in me right now." I aimed my rigid cock at her hole and pushed gently and my cock slid beautifully into her dripping wet hole. She pulled me into her and I fucked her steadily until she'd had several orgasms. Her hands roamed over my body, caressing and encouraging me until I found myself on the brink of an orgasm too. I told her that I was going to cum -- she told me to keep going and as I felt my spunk begin to shoot into her, so another orgasm arrived and I could feel her cunt pulsing, sucking and squeezing my cock as I pumped into her. I collapsed on top of her and she held me tight as we recovered after our fuck. Gradually and eventually, I pulled my cock out of her hole and watched as my spunk dribbled from her cunt, until she found a towel and we mopped up our juices.

Once again, she just didn't know what to say. By rights she should have kicked me out a long time ago but it was too late now. Her body needed satisfying and I was providing the satisfaction. I was also aware that the ice had been broken -- most of the normal barriers were down and she was mine whenever I needed her. I know that we both needed each other and under the circumstances, the word 'incest' just didn't exist any more -- we were just two sexy people who had turned to each other for relief. I asked if I should sleep in my own bed but she said that it was a bit late now to leave her on her own and that it was ok for me to stay with her. 

We'd actually been sleeping in the same bed for almost two weeks but had only had intercourse three times so far, so it was obvious that she was still unfulfilled and would need more, if her sexual activity with my dad was anything to go by. It was therefore inevitable that she would need and want to have sex with me more often than the few times that we'd managed so far and so it proved to be. We were both ready, willing and able -- and horny!

That night as we lay in bed side by side, our hands met and we reached out for each other. By now I'd discarded my pyjama pants -- I hadn't wanted to wear them in the first place and I soon found that her nightshirt was completely undone. Just touching her gave me an erection which I began to massage with my other hand. We released our hands and my mother rolled over to face me on her side. Her hairy bush brushed against the back of my hand -- I could feel the roughness of her pubic hairs. I moved my hand so that it brushed through her pubes. 

She began to move her hips to increase the contact and she lifted her leg so that it lay on top of mine, leaving her cunt delightfully open. I turned my hand over so that my fingers could probe into her pussy. Gently I rubbed at her clitoris, causing her to moan with desire and before long her juices were in full flow and her cunt opened to my probing fingers. She kissed me and asked if I'd like to fuck her. Actually I think it was more of a demand than a question and my cock readily answered and agreed for me.

I began to hold and squeeze her breasts. They were wonderfully full and firm and her nipples stood out like little knobs, simply designed for rolling with my thumb. She reached for and held my cock and asked me to get on top of her. We rolled over and as I moved over her, she pulled me up her body until she could take my cock in her mouth. 

"Ooh yes, suck me," I breathed as I leaned forward. 

She began wanking me as she sucked me and I reached behind me and put my hand on her pussy. I felt her legs open wide and, putting my hand down between her legs, I found her cunt to be sopping wet inside and out. 

After a while, I gently took my cock from her mouth and lowered myself down until my cock rested right at the entrance to her cunt. I rubbed the end of my cock in her hot juices until it was well lubricated and ready to slide inside her. I continued to massage my cock against her clitoris until she began to quiver. Her arms closed round me and pulled me into her, my cock sinking completely into her hot hole. I began to play with her clitoris with one hand while supporting myself with the other and all the while I fucked her firmly, using all my knowledge to bring her to several shattering orgasms before I felt my balls contract and my spunk rocket from my cock into her welcoming cunt.

After I'd cum, I kept moving my cock in and out and before long I felt it begin to harden into another erection. I could also feel her cunt muscles squeezing my cock to encourage it. I was getting to enjoy this! I started fucking her again and we began to experiment with different positions and degrees of penetration. Soon she was cumming again and again -- she seemed to be having one constant orgasm and she became almost insatiable. We fucked for most of that night -- I managed to pump my hot cum up her three times and sprayed her tits twice and I was totally shattered by morning. 

Each time I emptied my spunk she would start to work on my wilting cock with her hand or her mouth until I was once again hard and ready. Then she would manoeuvre my cock into her cunt -- she might be above, below or beside me but tonight I was just an erection to be used by her lustful body. 

In the morning, as she dressed, she stood beside the bed and showed me her cunt -- her lips were all reddened and puffy. She said that she was sore and tired, but that she didn't care because she'd enjoyed it so much.

That evening my mother asked me to come to bed early because she was tired, or so she told me. No sooner had I undressed and climbed onto the bed than she grabbed my cock (which became erect in seconds) and pulled me to her. She pushed off the duvet to reveal her naked body and I could see her lovely dark pubes were shining with lubrication from her dripping cunt. 

"Make love to me now," she demanded, "I've been wanting you all day. You've made me sex-mad with your big hard cock." 

She pulled me on top of her and held my penis in place as I lowered myself onto her body. Her cunt was so wet and slippery that my cock began to slip straight into her cunt. A few gentle squirms and it sank all the way in. 

"Oh, that's better," said my mum, "Leave it there for a while." 

I let my cock bathe in her hot juices and soon I could feel her cunt pulsing around my cock. I put my hand onto her clitoris and rubbed it. Her hips began to move and I could no longer keep my cock still. I started to fuck her, gently at first but my strokes got faster, in rhythm with her hips and my hand. She began orgasming -- wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her -- one orgasm after another. 

Finally my cock reached its limit. 

"I'm cumming," I panted, "Oh yes, here it cums." 

She almost screamed as my spunk filled her hole and her cunt squeezed me tight as another orgasm juddered it way through her. Gradually we relaxed and parted. 

"Oh yes, I needed that," said mum, "I've been wet all day wanting your cock. Can we do it again please, as soon as you're ready?" 

"I thought you were tired?" I said. 

"I only said that to get you into bed -- now come on, concentrate on getting your cock hard again!" 

I'm pleased to say that I soon rose to the challenge and for the second night in a row, it was a long time before we went to sleep. 

One morning after a rare night without sex, I woke to find that my mother's hand was grasping my cock which was just beginning to come alive. As she caressed and rubbed it, my erection stiffened and quivered with desire. Then my mother let go of my cock and ducked her head under the bedclothes. She worked her way down the bed and suddenly her mouth was around my cock and this time I just knew that she was sucking me off, not just enjoying me. Oh heaven -- this was wonderful -- I'd never really had anything so exciting done to my cock. She held my shaft and wanked me as she sucked me, her mouth creating fantastic feelings as she varied her suction and used her tongue and lips too.....and very soon I felt my spunk rising and I warned her that I would soon be cumming. 

"Muuuuum," I cried, "I'm going to cum in your mouth if you're not careful."

Her sucking and wanking continued and soon my hips began to shake until I felt my spunk squirt out into her mouth. I heard mum sort-of moan and I knew that she'd swallowed every drop before she resurfaced from down the bed, with a big smile on her face. As she wiped her mouth she said that it had been lovely to taste spunk again after what seemed like a long time without it. 

She told me that she and my dad often used to have oral sex and that she loved to suck his cock until he came in her mouth. She told me that they used to have a '69' session and I had to ask her what that was. 

"Haven't you tried that?" she asked with a big smile.

"Well, what is 69 then?" I asked, somewhat confused.

"You go down there on me and suck me pretty well like I've just done to you....and I'll do what I've just done again to you, at the same time," she explained.

"I won't know what to do, I've never been and licked a woman's pussy," I said, "Do you want me to lick you then?" 

"Oh yes please," she simpered, "I'll tell you how I want to do it -- come on -- lie down and I'll get above you. But I don't want you ramming your cock right down my throat!" 

We arranged ourselves -- I lay on my back while my mother straddled my head. She kept her legs open wide and told me which bits she liked to have stimulated, as I looked up at a sight I'd never beheld before! Above me were mum's lips -- split widely apart; her clitoris was near where my chin would be and her already thoroughly wet hole was scant inches from my mouth. I hardly knew where to start although the fist thing I was able to do was to breath in her heady erotic aroma -- a scent that I'll never forget.




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 02



"Lick at my clitoris," she said through a mouthful of cock, "then stick your tongue right inside my hole and then come back to my clit."

Although I was somewhat concerned about exactly what to do and how to do it, I began to do as I'd been asked while she engulfed my cock in her warm mouth. For a while I worked on her rubbery stiff clit until her bucking hips threatened to throw me off course; then I moved to her vagina. Her hole was already wet but as I licked and sucked at it, it became even wetter and her hips began to buck into my face once more. Obviously whatever I was doing was right and it seemed to be making mum come. It didn't take long for her to orgasm -- not once or twice but three times in rapid succession and her mouth sucked greedily on my cock. 

"Ooooooh, that's enough," she said after a while, "I want your cock inside me now. Come on, you've made me nice and wet -- come and make use of it!"

We turned round and my cock slid easily into her well-lubricated hole and we fucked steadily for a while. Then we turned again until I was lying on my back again while my mother sat up facing me and rode my cock, driving her body down hard onto my erection. She was groaning with pleasure -- I knew what her various noises meant by now and it was very evident that she was really enjoying fucking me. 

Despite the weight of her body on mine, I was able to thrust my hips back up at her -- even if it was hard work, until finally we both started to come.

"Uuuuuugh mum," I grunted, partially from effort; partially because I was about to erupt, "You're making me cum -- keep doing that and I'll cum!"

Mum continued to bounce up and down on me, her own orgasm now taking control of her body.

"Oooooh yes, oooooh yes, ooooooooo!" cried mum as she orgasmed on my cock, "don't stop -- don't stop -- stay hard for me!"

I didn't have much option because my own orgasm was now engulfing me in its unstoppable throes.

"Yessssss mum!" I cried, "I'll try but I'm cumming! I'm cumming up inside you! Can't stop -- can't stop, oooooh yes, yes, yes!"

My rock-hard erection drove harder inside my mum and my abdominal muscles tightened and without further ado, I began pumping her full of juicy hot incestuous sperm. As I erupted, so mum reached yet another orgasmic peak and I felt her body tighten and throb as she came off. Soon I could feel my hot output of spunk overflowing and the excess running back down my cock and wetting my groin, and with it came the wonderful scent of overheated and overexcited sex organs. 

Eventually she pulled herself from my softening cock and we watched my spunk leak from her onto the sheet. Cleaning the bed up would be a big job for tomorrow, again! She remained sitting on my legs while her hands continued holding and caressing my cock and very soon it was hard and erect again -- not that it had really gone soft. She knelt up and still straddling me, she aiming my cock back into her open pussy. It slid in easily and she began working herself off on me. 

Now I was able to reach up and cup her breasts -- her nipples were, as usual, hard and erect. She groaned as I rolled them in my fingers and I sat up so that I could take them between my lips. No sooner had I began to suck on a nipple than she cried out as an orgasm began to course through her body -- she almost screamed as she came and it wasn't long after she had cum than she was off again on another orgasmic ride. Eventually she was able to tell me that I'd found her horny secret -- she would orgasm almost every time that her nipples were sucked -- so I continued to suck them while she orgasmed time after time. 

I was so busy making her cum that I forgot my own orgasm and I had to concentrate on my cock for a while, rather than her breasts, to bring myself to the boil. Soon however I felt my cock begin to tighten once more.

"Won't be long now," I groaned as thrust myself up at mum's sopping wet pussy, "Nearly there..... Oooooh yes -- here it comes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and with that, I pumped my second load into her. 

She collapsed on top of me with my cock still embedded in her and we kissed and held each other tight. 

Gradually, as her muscles squeezed me, my cock became erect yet again and we began fucking once more -- once my mum got going, she was insatiable! 

"Suck my nipples, please!" she said as she held a breast out for me and began to have orgasm after orgasm as I licked and sucked at her eminently chewable nipple. My actions soon set her off again and with a series of groans she orgasmed almost constantly -- simply flooding us with her juices. Her squeezing pussy worked hard on my cock and to my surprise and happiness, soon my third load of spunk -- well, it felt like a load but I doubt there was much left to squirt -- erupted into her but not before she came and came again -- we were both covered in sweat. We collapsed, totally satisfied for now -- but not for long!

While dad was away, bath night had become another play time.

I'd already run her bath for her on one occasion, a small kindness that, even before our intimacy started, had it's rewards as I was able to see glimpses of unclad female flesh, but usually I left her to enjoy wallowing in peace.

But tonight was different and it soon became obvious that our bathroom tryst a week or so before had gone down well!

"Darling," I heard her say, "Come and do my back again, would you?"

I cracked the door open and poked my head round it -- to see my mum sitting in the bath, slowly and gently caressing her breasts. Her hands were gently squeezing her flesh and occasionally twisting her nipples too.

"Only your back?" I asked with a sly grin as I entered the steamy bathroom and shut the door again.

"Well, start with my back!" she said with a big smile, as I lathered up the big sponge.

For a while I worked diligently until her back was almost glowing, then I rinsed the soap off, re-soaped it and changed my area of operation. I began at her collarbones and slowly worked down towards her breasts. Rivulets of foamy water ran down between her breasts -- a sight that was so erotic to me that I almost came off in my pants on the spot.

Slowly I moved down and around her breasts and now I approached them from below, lifting each one with the sponge and sliding the sponge (and my hand!) around her mammary protuberances while mum leaned backwards.

"Ooooooh that's lovely," she moaned softly and seductively, "put the sponge down -- use your hands."

Eager to comply, my hands were soon doing what she'd been doing to her own breasts -- squeezing, caressing, lifting and smoothing the flesh. Her nipples, despite the warmth of the water and the room were soon proudly erect and almost vibrated as I strummed my fingers over them.

Each time I did so, mum would let out another soft moan or groan of pleasure; cries that gradually rose in volume as she approached an orgasm. And when I leaned over the bath and took one of her hot, damp, rubbery nipples into my mouth and gently chewed on it, she went over the top!

"Aaaah! I'm coming -- you've made me come! I'm coming -- oh darling -- I'm coming!" she yelled, splashing bath water everywhere.

And all without touching her anywhere below the belt!

"What about me?" I asked cheekily, as I unzipped my trousers and extracted my erection. 

"You wait!" she said, "later perhaps."

"Perhaps?" I cried in mock horror, "Promise -- please!"

"Come here then -- I'll suck you off," said mum, softening and I thrust my cock out towards her.

She grasped it and wanked me for a little while until I felt I'd come at any moment -- and then popped my cock into her mouth.

"Oh -- yeah mum, that's lovely!" I breathed to her, "You'll make me cum really quickly if you do that."

Mum pulled away from my cock for a moment.

"I'll be annoyed if you don't cum soon," she said cheerfully, "I want a mouthful of your spunk -- before the bathwater gets cold!"

She sank my cock back into her mouth and combined her wanking hand with a sucking mouth and a swirling tongue to bring me to a peak in a very short time.

"Oh mum -- its coming" I said, my body shaking and quivering, "It's coming -- it's coming -- it's...... Oh yesssss -- I'm cumming!"

I remember shooting at least five jets of hot creamy sperm into her mouth and, I'll give her credit, she never wasted one drop. She swallowed several times -- probably more to savour the taste and texture rather than because of the volume, I reckon.

"Now go away and let me finish my bath in peace!" said mum, wiping her mouth. "That was lovely -- thank you, my lovely son."

"Can't I finish off sponging you?" I asked.

"No you cannot!" said mum firmly but with a twinkle in her eye. "You know what would happen and I told you, you'll have to wait."

"Wait -- for more?" I said hopefully, feeling my cock begin to rise again.

"Once we get into bed -- if you're a good boy!" she said, "Now go and make some hot chocolate and I'll join you soon."

Jauntily I tripped out of the room and found myself humming happily as I heated some milk in the kitchen. Life was pretty good these days!

On another night she sucked me off as I stood in the bath and once again I filled her mouth. 

And on the following bath night the story was almost repeated as I was asked by mum if I'd do her back for her.

This time I undressed down to my underpants before I entered the bathroom and when mum saw me she laughed!

"What're you so shy about then?" she asked. "I've seen you naked; we've fucked naked and now that I'm naked, you want to cover up!"

"Oh mum," I sighed, "I suppose I didn't want it to seem that I was pushing."

"Pushing?" said mum plaintively, "You -- pushing? More like me grasping! I love it -- I love your penis -- I want it....so come on, drop the pants now!"

Hastening to comply, I almost tripped into the bath but recovered quickly, although not before mum managed to wrap her hand round my already very still cock.

"Don't want you in here with me -- you'll make the water all dirty!" she said, laughing, then she leaned over and sucked my penis deep into her mouth.

For a little while I found myself quickly ascending to heaven until she stopped and withdrew.

"Come on -- wash me first," she said, "then I'll think about you."

And despite my erection getting squashed and banged against the side of the bath, I somehow did manage to sponge her all over her top half -- although once again she insisted on doing her bottom half herself. 

"You'll get too excited!" she said -- and quite honestly, she was right!

But once I'd done 'my half' she beckoned me closer again. My penis had remained completely rigid all the time and it was now dripping with precum -- well, it had been doing so for some while.

Mum, still sitting in the bath, reached out and grasped my somewhat slippery shaft and, having caressed it for a while, she started to wank me, making thrills and quivers run through me.

Then she leaned over and took me into her mouth. Her tongue once again danced and played over my knob and I felt things tightening up as I neared my orgasm.

Mum pulled my cock from her mouth.

"Wank him for me," she said, "wank yourself off -- cum over my tits."

She half turned and thrust her lovely milky breasts out and with just a few rapid rubs, I erupted furiously.

"Waaaaah!" I cried as a powerful spasm ran through me. 

"Aaaaaagh!" I groaned as my first bollock-load of sperm shot out -- to splash and stream over the top of her naked breasts. A second, third and fourth spray also landed on her breasts and the moment I'd finished, mum collected all my sperm and began rubbing it all over and around her breasts, groaning with pleasure as she did so.

Once I'd collected my scattered wits, I knelt down by the bath and leaned over to her. I reached out my hand and, lifting her nearest breast, I engulfed her spunky nipple in my mouth and licked the little smear of my tasty essence from it.

"Ooooh, don't -- don't -- don't!" groaned mum. "I don't want to cum yet! Want to save it until I get you into my bed!"

And she was as good as her word as we enjoyed a lovely long leisurely fuck afterwards.

Actually, mum was pretty good at oral sex....well, I've yet to meet a woman who wasn't, to be truthful!

She sucked me back to life on several occasions after I'd fucked her and unloaded my sperm inside her, so that I could fuck her a second or even a third time. She also told me that my spunk tasted different to my dad's -- although she'd have to try him again before she could confirm it for certain.

How she didn't get pregnant during this time I'll never know. My mum did have a coil fitted, or so she said, but they weren't perfect and we never used any other protection. Not only that, she didn't like the coil much and I gathered that she had it removed for some longish period and used a Dutch cap instead. All I know is that I ejaculated inside her almost every time that we had intercourse and I filled her pussy with many a load of presumably very fertile sperm. She seldom went to the bathroom to wash the spunk out afterwards, preferring to use a towel or to let nature to take its course -- occasionally letting me see my spunk as it trickled down her leg. My sperm count was fine (having been tested as a potential sperm donor -- a student's possible way of raising a bit of cash) and her periods came quite normally -- so it was sheer good luck that kept her from conceiving.

Our regular sexual relationship continued almost nightly for about nine months and we fucked at least once every night we had to ourselves, until my father came home to arrange for our move to the Midlands. Mind you, we did have to have a break every so often when my father came home for the odd weekend and twice the poor man came home when she was having her period -- a natural break for me and a frustrating visit for him! Having said frustrating -- at least they had oral sex because my mother did confirm to me afterwards that my spunk tasted sweeter and less salty than his and that mine was thicker too -- and more copious! 

Once the family had moved up to the Midlands, my mum and I remained very close and sexually we remained quite active together. For a few years, whenever we had the chance -- for example, when my father was working late (which, fortunately for me was quite often), we would get together for some heavy petting and more. 

Usually, so that dad could have his dinner in peace later on, we'd have an early evening meal -- perhaps around 5ish, and once we'd cleared up, she'd start getting amorous. I need hardly add that I felt amorous too -- or was it just plain horny -- all the time. Typical teenager -- I wanted more and more sex.....any time! 

But I'd try to be good and wait for mum to make the first move and usually I didn't have to wait long.

Once we'd done the chores and knowing that dad wouldn't be home for a while, we'd nestle down on the settee in front of the fire.

"Come on love," she'd say, "come and get me going! Get your hand down here -- oooooh, yes -- there! Now, give me have your cock!"

I'd lean back and drop my trousers and underpants down to my ankles, letting my (guaranteed) already rigid penis spring out.

She'd grip my cock and wank me and as she did so I'd have put my hand up her skirt and inside her knickers to rub her clitoris.

"Oooooh," she'd groan, "that's lovely! Keep doing that."

I'd slide her knickers down and she'd help by lifting her bum until I could run her knickers down and out of the way. She'd usually kick them off so she could spread her legs wider and she might flip her skirt up to expose her deliciously hairy cunt.

My busy fingers would then be free to feel up and down her slit which could be guaranteed to be slippery wet already. Gradually I'd spread the fluid between her lips and over her clit, making her buck her hips and squirm with pleasure.

"More, more -- right there!" she'd say while she rubbed her hand up and down my erection.

I always asked if I could put my cock inside her but I was usually turned down.

"If your dad wants sex tonight and he finds me already full of your spunk, what'll he say -- and do?" she'd say -- and she was right. Dad would probably, at the very least, I guessed, have kicked me out on the spot -- having first beaten the shit out of me!

And so our evening activity would probably be limited to oral sex at best -- probably just mutual masturbation.....but so long as I came off, at least my cock would be happy.

Mum loved me to play with her clit -- her rubbery, wet, stiff little pseudo-penis -- which gave us both so much pleasure. No violent stuff -- just rubbing my fingers gently over and past it -- up and down, round and round, until she'd be panting with lust.

"Ooooh yes -- keep it there," she say, "Keep doing that -- you're making me cum!"

Her hips would be lifting up from the settee; pushing her hot pussy against my hand. Sometimes I'd slip one or two fingers inside her hole and another groan of excitement would be forthcoming.

"Oh no -- don't! Oh I want more -- oh I need to be filled!" she'd say, groaning with desire -- and she'd tug my cock towards her.

"Oh I want you inside me," she'd cry, "Oh you're driving me mad! Oh I want you -- I want you!"

And then, as her excitement reached its peak, she'd climax -- bucking her hips furiously and crying out in her pleasure.

"Oh Chris darling -- I'm cummmming -- I'm cummmming! Oh, it's lovely -- I'm there! Oh yes -- yes -- oh yesssss!"

Her excitement, not to mention her hand round my cock would be bringing me to the boil too -- although I always tried to hold on until she'd had her 'big' orgasm. She might well have more than one orgasm, but the first was always the biggest. If I'd have spurted then, there would have been no way that mum could have done more than just toss me off, causing my sperm to shower everywhere! 

Instead, I preferred her to be able to concentrate on my cock and my orgasm -- and my probable treat.

"Come on then darling," she'd say, "time for your come!"

My cock would be straining to unload and with her now concentrating on the job in hand, things would build quickly.

"Won't be very long now mum," I'd say, "are you going to suck me?"

Sometimes mum would catch my spunk in her hand and then often swallow it -- every so often she'd go down on me and finish me off into her mouth.

Hopefully she'd suck me -- I'd soon know!

"You want to be sucked off, do you?" she'd say sexily, "all right then -- lean back."

"Oh yeah......," I'd moan.

And she'd drop her mouth over my cock, sliding her smooth and silky lips down over my knob and then down the shaft. I'd feel her tongue sliding around the rim of my knob, sending exquisite tingles up and down my cock.

"Make me cum, mum," I'd say, "Keep going -- won't be long."

I'd be able to hear her mouth at work -- a steady slurping, wet noise accompanied by her heavy breathing through her nose. I wouldn't last long with her skills.

"Its cumming, mum -- cumming!" I'd groan, "Ohhhh god -- its cumming! Uuuuugh yes -- here it cums!" and my spunk would begin to pump up my penis and into mum's mouth.

She never wasted a bit -- ever -- she loved to swallow all my sperm and I could hear her moans of pleasure as I filled her mouth.

Sometimes she'd ask me to finish the job by hand and to squirt my spunk over her -- usually over her breasts which she'd expose for me but occasionally over her face or her pussy. Once or twice she asked me to cum in my pants so that she could see the wetness spreading across the material. 

Her favourite form of torture, if torture was her plan for the day, was to wank me until I started to cum and then let go of my cock -- having first made sure that she held one of my hands while the other was busy at her pussy, so that my convulsing cock was free-firing, so to speak. We've had jets of spunk over the settee, up the wall, on the table and in our hair and clothes as a result of my uncontrolled ejaculations. Once we missed cleaning up a squirt on the arm of the settee and my father came home soon after. Just in time I was able to dump a pullover on the sticky mess!




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 02



I remember one evening session in particular. We'd both settled down to some serious wanking. My trousers were off as were her knickers and she'd pulled open her blouse to show me and let me play with her unfettered breasts. We became totally excited -- mum had her big orgasm and was now climbing towards a second one -- which threatened to be a good one too.

I wanted more tonight -- I wanted to be inside her.

"Let me put my cock in you, please mum," I pleaded as she sensually wanked my cock, "let me, please. I need to be in you -- I want to feel you all round me."

I pushed my fingers inside her hole, leaving my thumb to twiddle and run around her clit.

"You shouldn't," she said, groaning as I stimulated her, "dad mustn't know. I can't, not when he'll be home later."

"Oh come on mum, please," I said, increasing my efforts in her hole and on her clit. With my other hand I reached across and grasped one of her nipples.

She sucked in a big breath -- "Oh god -- don't make me want you!" she gasped.

"Let me -- just this once!" I pleaded, continuing my attack on her sexy pussy.

"Come on then -- this time only," she said, lifting up from the settee. 

I took my hand from her pussy and helped her as she moved up and then lowered herself onto my cock. It slid inside her in one smooth action and she sat down hard on my lap.

"Oh yessss -- that's what I wanted!" she groaned, "Ohhhhh, lovely! Right up me -- that's so good!"

"Ooooh yes, mum," I grunted, "Ooooooh yes -- so hot!"

I pushed up into her as she drove herself down on me.

"So wet," I said, feeling her juices squelch out of her and trickle down my cock, "ooooooh so good."

Mum too was enjoying our rare early-evening fuck and was bobbing up and down faster and harder.

"You're making me cum already," she said, "So soon -- I'm cumming, cumming -- yessssss! Yesssss!"

Instead of moving up and down, now her pussy was squeezing and sucking at my cock as her orgasm made her muscles react. Her stimulation was driving me quickly to my own orgasm.

"Going to cum, mum, if you're not careful," I said, panting hard, "Getting close -- closer! Oh quick -- get off -- I'm cumming!"

"Aaaaaaaaah -- not yet -- just cumming again!" said mum as she ground down onto my pulsating cock, "Hold on -- hold on -- yesssss -- that's it! I'm there -- cumming hard.....!"

"Can't hold it! So am I mum -- get off!"

"Oooooh! Ooooooh! Ooooooooo!" wailed mum as she orgasmed hard and as my sperm slashed against the walls of her vagina, "Oh no -- no -- no, you mustn't!"

She pushed herself up off me and my still spurting cock jetted another spray up across her hairy triangle before being reduced to a mere trickle.

"Oh damn -- you've cum inside me! I told you not to," mum said in some alarm, "I'm off to have a clean up, quick. Open a few windows while I'm busy too -- get rid of that smell."

"I couldn't help it!" I said contritely, "You wouldn't get off me."

"You shouldn't have been up me!" returned mum from down the hall.

A moment later she returned.

"It was good though, wasn't it?" she said with a big smile!

"Definitely!" I said, feeling very relieved that she hadn't blown up at me.

Now all I had to do was to hope that dad didn't notice anything that night -- and that night, my luck was in, as he opted to go to sleep early. I bet mum was relieved too.

There was another occasion when my dad was away on a course -- a rare but enjoyable bit of freedom for us both! After we'd both had a bath, during which time she'd sucked me off and I'd made her cum with my fingers, we were having a nightcap in the kitchen and were both wearing our dressing gowns and nothing else. (Oh, actually, mum was wearing her bed shirt....but no knickers.) 

Mum put down her mug of chocolate; then came to me, slid open my dressing gown, sat on my lap and wriggled her rump around. Once she knew that my cock was awakening, she lifted off me, flipped up her dressing gown and sat down on me again, bare flesh to bare flesh this time.

"Lover boy, I'm so horny tonight," she said, "You can have me when we get into bed but I want to feel you inside me right now. You got me all worked up in the bathroom -- I need your cock in me. I want to have another orgasm!"

"Yeah mum!" I sighed with delight, feeling her hot sex rubbing against my penis, "Hang on a mo."

I lifted her up a bit and adjusted my cock and soon aligned him up with her slit. She was already moist but not wet enough for my liking, so I reached into her lap and, finding her sweet spot, I started to smooth my fingers over her clit and down between her lips. 

"Oh Chris -- yes -- do that! Get me all wet," she groaned lustfully as she ground her bum into my groin.

"You were already a bit wet -- I've just opened you up," I said as I played with her hole which was beginning to ooze her love juice.

"Ooooh, you've done that all right!" she sighed as I pushed my finger inside her.

My cock was now sliding up and down her rapidly wetting slit which soon became a valley between her aroused and widening lips.

With my hand I just pushed at my knob a little bit and suddenly it sank between her lips and, after a little hesitation as her fluids spread over my cock, I sank deep into her welcoming hole.

Mum sucked in air and then breathed out deeply.

"Ohhhhhh yessssss!" she said, "Ohhhhhh, I needed that! Leave him there! Just let me feel him!"

I knew what would be coming next -- my mum couldn't just "leave him there" -- she probably couldn't help herself actually. And soon I felt her vagina begin to flex and pulsate; to quiver and caress; to do its best to relieve me of my sperm.

My cock jumped, as usual, when I felt her vagina trying to take my cum from me and I couldn't help but to push upwards at her.

"Oooooh don't," she said, "let me make myself cum."

"Can't help it mum, you're making me do it" I said, involuntarily jerking my cock again, "It's your lovely sexy hole that's working on me."

She laughed as her vagina squeezed me again and I felt a ripple of sensations run up and down my cock as her muscles worked me over.

"Oh, I love to feel you inside me," she said, "You're so hard and stiff and there's something about having my son's cock up inside me that really makes me horny!"

"Well, there's something about your cunt that really makes me cum quickly," I said in warning. "I won't take long to cum if you keep doing that."

"Don't care," said mum, still using her internal muscles to wank me off, "I'll cum before you anyway and then you can cum when you like!"

"Come on then," I encouraged her, now using my fingers on her clit as well as using my cock inside her, "Let me feel you cum."

"I am!" she said simply, "I'm cumming any minute now. Just a bit longer -- a bit more.....!"

Everything inside her vagina was squeezing, caressing, grasping, pulling and smoothing at me -- I had no hope of lasting more that a few more moments.

Pushing my hips and my cock up at her hole I blasted my cum straight up inside her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh yessssss! Oh fuuuuuuck!" I cried as pulse after pulse of cum filled her up and mum, for once, hadn't beaten me to it! But now her orgasm crashed about her, rendering her almost senseless and when mum cums, she certainly knows how to cum! 

"Oh yes -- ohhhhhhhhhhhh yessssss! Oh god -- that's soooooo good! Oh -- I love it -- I love it!" she yelled out as she crashed through another orgasmic ceiling. 

"Oh yes -- oh yes -- that's it! Done it -- I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

It hadn't taken long but we'd had a really fulfilling and quick fuck. We'd both achieved the pinnacle of pleasure and mum remained seated on my lap as my cock gradually became limp and our juices seeped out of her and soaked into my dressing gown beneath us.

She twisted round and we kissed deeply and lovingly.

"That was just what I needed," she said with no obvious tension left in her body, "I always get horny at bath time. Thank you darling!"

"No -- thank you, mum," I said graciously, "what would I do without you?"

"You'd probably be out there fucking a string of young ladies," she said.

"Possibly," I said, "but none of them would be half as sexy as you are!"

"Flatterer!" she replied, "just for that you can take me to bed and make nice slow love to me."

"Oooooh, yes please!" I said, "But get off me first or I'll fuck you again right here!"

She was usually hornier during and after a bath -- I presume that it didn't help that I'd often washed and dried her and more often than not, had a bath immediately after or sometimes with her. That would have led to her wanking or sucking me off, usually over her tits or over her pubic hairs.

On one memorable occasion it led to a frantic fuck on the bathroom floor. 

I'd given her a good wash all over with the sponge and with my bare hands and she was cooing like a lovelorn dove. And when she stood up so I could reach between her legs, she'd just lost it within a few minutes of my fingers working in and around her cleft. 

"Stop -- stop! Wait!" she commanded, pushing my hand away, "I want more -- not just that!"

She stepped out of the bath, still dripping wet and quickly lay down on the bathmat.

"Fuck me! Just fuck me!" she said and, sliding off my underpants (all I wore as I bathed her nowadays!) I stood astride her. She spread her legs as wide as the narrow bathroom would allow and pulled her lips apart.

"Stick him in here, quick!" she said, "I want to cum! I want him inside me!"

Like the proverbial ferret up a drainpipe I was there, sinking to my knees and then laying on top of her, allowing my ever ready erection to lead the way. Mum's hands helped my cock find his target and I swear that she pulled him inside her, using her vaginal muscles!

"Oh yes! Just fuck me," she said, "I'm so horny -- just fuck me hard!"

"No problem," I said as I commenced banging my cock hard into her, "hard enough?"

"Oh yes -- that's what I wanted! That's what I needed! Harder, harder -- yes -- make me cum -- make me cum!" she said, thrusting her hips back at me.

It was never going to be a long fuck -- this was a real quickie -- just a few minutes -- but so satisfying!

I soon felt my sperm rising.

"Mum -- come soon -- I can't hold back for long!" I cried, still banging away.

"Ooooooooo -- I'm there already! I'm cumming now! Yessssss! Yessssss! Oh my god!"

"I'm with you mum -- I'm cumming too!" I cried again, "Filling you any moment NOW!"

And my cock slammed into her and unleashed the first of five potent blasts of red-hot cum -- slammed as far up her hole as I could reach with my 7½ inches -- my spunk blasting even further inside her body. If that lot didn't reach her womb, I'd have been surprised!

For a while afterwards we just lay there, me on top of her, as we cuddled and kissed. 

"Oh darling, that was just what I needed! Oh god -- you've spoiled me for your dad, you know. No-one's ever fucked me as well as you do."

"That's cos I love you, mum," I said, "and you've got the sexiest pussy I could ever hope to find!"

"Stop creeping," she said, smiling, "Hey -- I haven't finished my bath yet. Going to join me?"

And I did -- and afterwards we did what we usually did when we could sleep together. We just fucked! And fucked!

During the day -- at least, during the week, mum and I were usually alone. Unless term was out, my brother would be at boarding school and dad was so conscientious that he'd never leave the office early, short of the outbreak of war! Mind you, with the Cuban Missile Crisis having just blown past, even war was a possibility....so we did keep an ear open for the arrival of his car.

But usually, apart from our chores -- shopping, cleaning, studying and such, mum and I had loads of spare time, from soon after 7:30 am until at least about 6 pm -- or later if dad phoned to say he'd be working late.

And so we had time to be relaxed -- and sometimes, if mum was feeling horny during the day, she'd leave her bra off and let her breasts hang unfettered under her sweater or top. Then, usually when I least expected it; probably when I was in my room studying, I'd unexpectedly find one of her wonderful plumply-filled breasts with its lovely large prominent rubbery nipple being thrust into my face for me to suck! And, as I've said before, sucking her nipples would almost inevitably lead her to an orgasm.....with the inevitable consequences!

Her first orgasm would arrive in a very short time and maybe a second one shortly thereafter but as there was always the 'problem' of not leaving evidence inside her vagina for my dad to find, so she'd more often than not wank me off instead.

She liked to make a proper job of it -- not just a quick hand-job. 

She'd be standing beside me with her sweater up around her neck as I nuzzled at her tits and as I did so I'd be undoing my trousers and allowing my cock to escape.

Once my trousers were out of the way, we could progress to level two!

She'd often lie on my bed with her breasts exposed and with her nipples excitedly standing proud as I stood above her and wanked. 

Sometimes she might suck me off -- making me cum in her mouth -- other times she liked me to cum on her tits and sometimes she'd suck me to get me worked up and then let me fuck her tits.

She'd hold her breasts together and I'd climb astride her, allowing my erect penis to slide between her lovely breasts. Some Vaseline from my bedside cabinet would help my cock slide better -- and the hotter we got, the slicker the Vaseline became! 

Before long I'd be able to really ram my penis up and down in her cleavage until eventually my steaming hot spunk would erupt in wild gushes between her breasts and up to her neck. Once I'd cum, she'd lie there rubbing my sperm into her breasts with one hand and bringing herself off with the other.

Why had mum come to me with her excited breasts? Because she was horny....and just having me cum between her tits didn't cool her pussy one bit! If anything, it merely made her that much hotter and in need of fucking. But, as usual, we couldn't leave any evidence for dad to find, so we had to be careful.

So, once we'd had our first orgasms, mum would lie there, gently playing with the pools of spunk on and around her breasts with one hand while probably using her other hand to stimulate her clit.....and before long she'd be imploring me to fuck her!

"Please darling, come and fuck me!" she'd say bluntly, "that was good but I still need a cock. Come and love me!"

As a randy teenager, my cock would react in moments -- becoming erect and ready for action was second nature to him and I'd move my body above her.

"Do you want me undressed?" I might ask.

"No darling -- just come here now -- get him in me!" she'd say as I lowered myself into position.

And soon my newly hardened penis would be sliding between her wet and slippery lips and then into her very welcoming hole.

Bearing in mind the time of day, there was only one place I could cum -- and that wasn't up inside her, unfortunately.

But that didn't stop us fucking!

With mum beneath me I'd be able to drive my penis into her at my speed -- sometimes quickly, other times nice and slowly, savouring every inch of penetration until I met her cervix.

But there was no way I could just carry on at that rate -- my orgasm was more important and it would be upon me far too quickly!

Banging away at mum's hole, I'd soon find myself approaching the limit.

"Mum -- come soon -- I can't hold it for long," I'd moan.

And she'd be there. "Yes -- yes -- I'm cumming any moment now......yes, here it cums! I'm cummmmming -- I'm there -- I'm cumming!"

"Oh heck mum, I'm going to cum too. Ooooooh yes! Going to fill you! You're making me cum!"

"Get him out please," mum would cry out, "Don't cum in me!"

And despite my wishes but bearing in mind the potential consequences, I'd manage to drag my cock from her grasping hole before I emptied my balls. A few quick wanks and I'd erupt all over her -- sometimes over her tits -- sometimes over her pussy.

We'd lie together, glued together by my sticky essence until usually mum would bring me back to reality.

"That was so good," she'd often say, "Enjoyed that! Wish you could have cum inside me. Come on, let's get cleaned up."

I'd hum my agreement and we'd separate and use a towel to mop up our juices before we made ourselves presentable again.

"Phew -- back to work, lover," mum might say, "sorry to interrupt!"

"My pleasure," I might reply, "beats revising any day."

I clearly remember one almost special occasion. We'd been shopping together and I was driving her car back home. A lovely little machine -- a Triumph Vitesse -- 6 cylinders and no weight! Went like a bird and turned on a sixpence! 

We'd been out over the lunchtime and mum had had a big glass of wine with her lunch -- and, apart from playing with her nipples, the other sure way to get her going was to give her a drink!

And so almost inevitably, the conversation became sexy.....

"Darling," she said, pulling up her skirt until she could reach inside her knickers, "that wine has gone straight to my pussy!"

Glancing at her I could see that she had one hand down her knickers and was obviously rubbing her clit, judging from the moans she was making.

"Muuuuum -- I'm driving -- what do you expect me to do?"

"Pull over," she said simply, "I need you to help me."

"Can't yet," I said, "When I find somewhere, I will."

I drove along while my mother played with her pussy: then she pulled her hand out and held it in front of my nose. I could smell the sexy aroma of her pussy and I showed her my already stiff cock, which throbbed with desire in my trousers.

"Oh lover -- get him out for me," she said as she continued to play with herself.

"Can't yet -- I'm busy," I said as I concentrated on my driving.

She put her hand down to my lap and undid my zip, releasing my straining erection. Fortunately I had a baggy pullover on and she was able to play with my cock under cover, while her other hand continued to work on her pussy.

"There's a lay-by up there," I said, "hang on," and I pulled into the lay-by where I stopped the car -- but that didn't stop her hand from its manipulations of my cock -- or the actions of her other hand at her pussy.

Soon however I could feel my orgasm rising and I warned her that I would soon be coming. 

"Mum -- leave it -- I'll cum soon!" I said, feeling a bit worried about cumming in public.....even if the lay-by was otherwise unoccupied.

"Cum in my mouth lover," she said, as she leaned over to engulf my cock.

She took my full length deep into her mouth and I soon felt her oral skills as she applied all the lovely things that a woman can do to a man's cock with her mouth. Not only was she sucking me but she was also using her tongue to excite my knob; her lips to stimulate my shaft and, occasionally, her throat to let my knob slide down into her.

"That's it, mum -- cumming! Cumming! Cummmmmmming! Oooooh! Yesssss! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"

My cock spat load after load into her mouth. I felt her suck and swallow to prepare for more and I duly gave it to her and as I shot my sperm into her, so she convulsed, time after time, as her own hand stimulated and excited her clit into orgasm.

"Oh fuck," said mum to my surprise, because she didn't use that word normally, "Oh, I enjoyed that!"

"You're not kidding," I said, "I did too -- fucking lovely!"

"Wow!" she said simply, unwinding and recovering, "now it's your turn to make me cum."

"Eh?" I questioned......

"Not right now -- when we get home," she answered, "you're going to fuck me or else!" 

We were hardly inside the door and had only made it to the kitchen by the time she'd pulled off her skirt and knickers, removed my jeans and pants and impaled her hot hole on my new erection. On the kitchen floor, she rode my cock to several shattering orgasms before I warned her that I was about to cum.




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 03



This is Part Three and the final part of my story of how I came to be sharing my mum's bed, making love to her and generally having a fantastic few years of incest. Please read Parts One and Two first for best results...

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At the start of our sexual life together, I was too young and naive to appreciate the pleasure of going down on a woman and it was a pity that it took so long for me to get round to sucking her down below. Her pussy would lubricate very freely when she became aroused and she had a lovely proud clitoris which would become erect and hard and stick out just like a small cock -- I loved to take it in my mouth. It made it very easy to find, to rub, lick or suck and to bring her to orgasm -- she'd have several in a row before she was satiated. And she was seldom happy with just any orgasm -- they had to be really intense orgasms that would leave her shaking and covered in sweat. Regrettably, dad was back from his house-hunting just as I was getting into oral sex and as mum liked to be undressed and hated to have a quick bit of loving, that that aspect of our love-life remained a rare treat. But there was plenty more to enjoy!

When my dad was home, it was his habit early on a Sunday morning, to drive to the local shop to get the paper and then take the dogs for a gentle but fairly lengthy walk -- and then my mother and I would have usually a couple of hours or so to ourselves. I'd wait in bed, playing gently with my already erect penis and if Barry was at school then almost as soon as dad had driven away I'd be into my mum's bedroom waving my erection before me. Usually, as soon as my mum saw it she'd push back the bedclothes to reveal her hand working away at her pussy -- she knew what was coming and she too would be ready for a fuck. 

"Hello darling," she'd open with, "Quick off the mark today, aren't we? Coming to make me happy, are you!"

"Definitely, mum -- definitely going to be doing some coming!" I might say, "Couldn't wait!"

This was one occasion when we had enough time to enjoy some oral sex and if she was in the mood to be seduced by my tongue then she's often sit up and hang her legs over the side of the bed. 

"Lick me, lover -- lick me -- make me cum!" she'd say, spreading her legs and, in all probability, spreading her lips with her fingers to reveal her already sloppy pussy.

"Dad been at you already?" I might ask if she was really wet.

"Last night -- we had a quickie, the usual Saturday night effort, but it wasn't really enough," mum would say, "that's why I'm ready for you now. So stop talking and come here, darling!"

I'd sink to my knees by the bed and move closer to her. Soon I'd be able to smell that lovely womanly scent that only a hot, wet, excited pussy gives off -- a scent that travels directly from the nose to the cock! I'd move in and bend down, to firstly kiss and caress her lovely belly and then to move down, in small kisses, to her inner thighs -- making her shudder and shiver with excited tension. And eventually I'd reach her pussy.....

What I loved to do firstly and best of all was to use my fingers; to run them, feather-light, over her curly pubes. Mum would drag in huge shuddery breaths as I teased her and her mound would hump up against my fingers -- which I'd quickly lift out of reach. Then I'd do it again -- or perhaps lower my head and blow on her pubes or on her lips.....usually with the same kind of result. But teasing is best in small quantities and soon I'd lower my lips, stick out my tongue and slide it completely up the length of her slit, ending at her clitoris. There I'd use my lips instead, to suck in the flesh of her lips.....and then to engulf her clit itself.....making her gasp and groan as the sensations drove her quickly towards her first orgasm.

"Ooooooh lover -- do that again! Suck it again! Yeah -- like that -- like that! Ooooooh," the last being a shuddery cry of delight.

Using my lips, teeth and tip of my tongue, I'd continue my assault on her clit and it wouldn't be all that long before a sensory overload disrupted her mind!

"Is that good, mum," I'd probably say, as I stopped -- just to tease her again, "shall I keep going?"

"Don't you dare stop now -- oh no -- oh, oooooh, ooooooooh -- yessssssss!" she'd cry as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth once more.

After she had orgasmed once or twice more, I'd move upwards to take her breasts in my hands and her nipples in my mouth until she had orgasmed at least once more and now, if not ages before, she was ripe and ready for a fuck.

And my cock would be ready too -- positively straining at the leash, dripping with precum and throbbing with urgent desire.

"Come to me, lover," she'd say, lifting her, by now totally sloppy, pussy up towards my straining cock, "come here and love me!"

Usually our first fuck was quick and urgent.....fulfilment quickly just in case we'd have our time cut short. We never really knew if dad might just return home earlier than we expected, so we'd go at it like rabbits!

"Coming, mum, here I come," I'd say, as I leaned my body closer and closer to her. My erection would be at just the right height for her welcoming hole as she hung her hips over the edge of the bed and, with her exuberant fluids and my precum, there'd be little friction as my cock slid slowly but smoothly deep inside her.

We'd both let out a long low moaning sigh as my cock slid home -- the delight was totally mutual.

"Come on then, fill me," mum would say, "Fill my hole with your cock! Keep it hard -- get it deep -- I love that! Oh god, you're going to make me cum already!"

Mum wouldn't be the only one about to cum! The sexual tension we'd built up already would soon overtake us both and I'd start to move my cock in mum's hole faster and harder.

"Oh yes, that's good," she'd say, "Oh yes -- nearly there -- nearly there!"

"Yeah mum -- ooooooh yeah -- cum when you're ready," I'd say as I thrust my penis into her, "I'll be with you! Nearly there! I'll be cumming too!"

Faster and harder I'd thrust; the bed bouncing mum back at me as I entered her each time and then we were there -- together!

"Cumming, mum, cumming," I'd say, feeling everything tightening up inside, "Can't stop!"

"Yes -- yes -- yes -- cum for me -- cum in me -- I'm with you!" mum would cry, "Keep going, harder -- yessssss -- that's it.....I'm there....I'm cumming! Oh darling -- I'm cumming."

"Uuuuuugh! Aaaaagh! Ooooooooh -- yeahhhhhh!" I'd exclaim, as everything inside me unloaded, as if I'd been a champagne cork!

And she'd fling her arms around me and kiss me with open mouth and flashing tongue -- and I knew we'd reached the pinnacle of our early morning session. What we'd enjoyed was a release of our sexual tensions. Whatever followed would be simply because we both loved sex!

So, sometimes, just that quick fuck was enough for us -- it was energetic if brief -- satisfying if basic......but sometimes we wanted more.

Mum always tried to be careful not to leave too much evidence. Hah -- we shouldn't have left any evidence, but it was hardly avoidable that we didn't leave some wet patches of some kind. Hence her preference for fucking at the edge of the bed -- whatever was left would be on her side only -- more easily explainable, and less often seen. If mum had left a damp patch in the middle of the bed and dad had seen it, she could cast it off as the result of her playing with herself -- or leftovers from the night before. If, on the other hand, there had been fresh sperm as well -- or a really soaked bed, mum might have had troubles in finding a plausible excuse!

But, that was an aside -- we were, first and foremost, together to fuck -- and to fulfil our sexual appetites and so, as I said, mum might well demand more.

We'd clean up a bit first -- and now that I'd 'discovered' oral sex, I always enjoyed going down on mum to clean her pussy of as much of our slippery mixture as I could....while still leaving her moist and ready to fuck again!

Needless to say, my cleansing attention to her pussy, her hole -- and of course her clit, would bring her back to the boil.

"One more time, darling?" she'd say.

"No problem, mum -- loads of ammo left!" I might say.

"Good -- oooooh, that's so good, darling. Let me have you again, sweetheart. But make this one more gentle," she'd say, "Come and love me. Fill me again but love me!"

Remaining at the side of the bed, I'd lean back over her, letting my body collapse gently on top of hers. Her lovely breasts, so firm and well-rounded, would flatten beneath my chest as we'd kiss and caress each other. 

For a short while, we'd just enjoy being as close together as lovers can be before the action at one end of our bodies reawakened parts of the other ends!

"You're getting hard again, I can feel him," mum would say as my cock rose and began to push at her body.

"You want more, do you?" I'd ask teasingly, and mum would hum a reply or nod her head happily.

"Yes, lover -- yes -- I told you already -- come and love me. I want your cock again!"

"Open up then, mum," I'd say, "Use your fingers -- open your pussy for me!"

Her hands would move down between us and I'd feel her pulling her lips apart to let my cock enter her more readily. 

I'd know that her pussy, although cleaned by my tongue, would still be wet, willing and able to accommodate my cock, so I'd lift up, grasp my penis, point him in the right direction -- and slide him home.

A mutually uttered groan heralded my second penetration of my mum's sweet vagina on this, another Sunday morning, when anyone with any sense was having a lazy lie-in!

"Ooooooooh yesssss, darling. Ooooooh, that feels so good! Push him all the way in....ooooh yesssss -- that's it!"

Mum was happy!

My penis would now be embedded as deeply as I could push him inside my mother -- and there I held him, just soaking in her hot vaginal liquids and enjoying the simple feeling of having my cock inside a cunt. 

Dreamy feelings! A unique feeling of pleasure as her slippery hole surrounded and gripped my throbbing penis. We'd both cum -- this would now be a sensory fuck, almost for our minds as much as for our bodies.....

I'd move my penis slowly, slowly, in and out..... Somehow, when you have a wank, the feelings just fit your hand. But now, buried inside my mum as I moved, it felt as if my whole cock was being wanked -- from top to bottom, all at the same time!

Mum was concentrating. "Feel me squeezing you!" she might say, "Feel my pussy working! Is that good?"

It was always good......

"Yeah mum, so good! Oooooh -- felt that -- felt like you were sucking me!" I might say.

"My pussy's sucking you!" she'd most likely say, because it never took her long to cum again, "I'm making love to your cock -- I love your cock! Ohhhhhh -- Ohhhhhh -- it's making me cum....it's making me cummmmmmm -- oooooh yesssss -- I'm there again -- I'm there!"

And she'd be off on another orgasmic roller-coaster ride as I continued to slide my erection in and out of her soaking hole. I'd be in no rush to cum again. I'd had my morning cum and that would have taken the edge off my appetite but I knew that I'd be able to cum again inside the few minutes, or longer that we'd have before dad's car tyres scrunched on the gravel drive.....and mum had this knack of holding me just off cumming, it seemed!

With my penis now totally bathed in her latest outpouring of sexy liquids, I could slide him up and down, in and out, almost without friction -- almost effortlessly and for a short while, that's what I'd do.....just move back and forward -- in and out -- allowing what little friction there was to slowly raise our temperature.

But eventually things would heat up to melt-down and we'd be off again!

"Chris, darling," she'd start, saying the words slowly as if to emphasise her gradual build-up, "I'm getting there again....you're going to make me cum again."

"Oooooh yes, mum -- love you to cum!" I'd say, "I'll be with you this time."

Slowly we'd continue to fuck, our bodies pushing and separating, pushing and separating, my penis still sliding deep inside my mother's hole.

All the time I could feel her vagina grasping at me -- squeezing my cock to extract its goodness, as I continued my slow fucking.

"You getting there?" I'd ask again.

"Coming nicely.....coming up well," she might say, "You cumming too?"

"I'll be there, promise," I'd say, increasing my activity.

Faster fucking.....faster thrusts.....more movement to press him against her G spot.....more urgency.

I was panting now. 

"Getting there mum," I'd say, "You with me?"

"Yeah -- yeah -- doing fine," she'd grunt as my thrusts brought her to orgasm again, "Almost! Almost -- yesssss -- I'm there -- I'm there! Ooooooooh yeah -- cumming, cumming!"

And her clutching, squeezing, loving vagina would so wonderfully stimulate me that in moments, I'd be with her!

"Yeah mum -- that's it -- cumming too! Fucking filling you......uuuuugh -- yeah -- oooooh!" I'd cry as my sperm once again filled to overflowing her delightfully tight but accommodating vagina.

And mum would go off in another orgasmic blast -- fireworks inside her once again!

And then she could relax. We'd had a fuck followed by a somewhat more leisurely round of love-making, which really was a bonus. Dad might have returned early....but he usually didn't!

As I said, our Sunday morning fuck would be swift and energetic but it would be very satisfying for both of us. Once we'd both cum to our contentment, I'd retire to my room again -- usually for a languid wank, while my mother would clean herself up and then head downstairs to get breakfast ready for those who wanted it.

We both became very guilty of encouraging our relationship. Fair enough, mum and I loved each other anyway -- bosom buddies, one might say, but now we were each other's sex toy too! 

Whenever I was horny -- that means always -- if I brought my erection to mum's notice then she'd probably make use of it!

And she was just about as bad, as her pussy seemed to be constantly in need of attention too, not that I was complaining!

That occasion when I was revising, springs to mind. I'd been working hard but somehow, instead of learning about double-entry bookkeeping, I'd be thinking about single entry pussy management.....which would have only one outcome.

I got up from my desk and began to wander through the house to find mum. Mum could be anywhere -- cleaning, washing, sunning or gardening, but I knew I'd find her somewhere.

And there she was -- bent over at the sideboard as she tidied up our bottles of booze. (No -- we're not alcoholics -- but a nice glass of something always works wonders....)

Quietly I crept up behind her, noting that her spread-apart legs were, as usual, bare.....meaning that she only wore knickers under her skirt -- if even that!

Quickly and smoothly I slid my hand up -- palm upwards and in one fell move, I cupped her cunt!

Yeah -- I admit it -- I made her jump and it wasn't fair....but it felt lovely as I held her! The fur of her pussy was flattened against my fingers while the palm of my hand squashed her nether lips -- and they felt moist already!

"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed, standing upright almost instantly, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Hah," I said into her ear, "no knickers I see?"

She tried to turn round but my hand held her pussy where it was and I began to move my fingers around, downwards from her little forest and into her crevice, wherein lay her clit. A quick stroke and she stiffened briefly before relaxing completely.

I stood behind her; my hand still in place, as she leaned back to rest her body on mine. She twisted her head around and we kissed, gently at first and then more passionately.

"Oooooh! You feeling horny again?" asked mum, squirming slowly as I moved my hand and fingers around.

"What do you think?" I replied, chuckling quietly, "Any chance you can get me off?"

"That would be easy!" she said, "A quick rub and that'll do you, won't it? Want me to get him out?"

She turned, making me leave her pussy for now, and sank to her knees. Wearing just shorts and a t-shirt made cock extraction quite easy and it was only moments before she had me in her mouth. 

"Oooooh mum, I need that -- that's lovely! Oh yes -- let me slide inside, mum -- oooooooh -- that's what I wanted!" I said.

Mum's reply was muffled and I didn't hear it....but she was still sucking me.....

Her lips and tongue were doing their usual oral jerk-off of my penis -- sucking hard at times, smoothing my cock, squeezing it, sliding her tongue around my crown and up and down my shaft -- and it was working well!

"Won't be long, mum," I said, feeling my orgasm gather momentum. "Please don't stop!"

Mum pulled my cock from her mouth.

"What was that?" she asked, teasing me!

"Oh mum -- put him back -- suck him.....I'm nearly there!" I cried as I tried to thrust my cock back into her mouth.

But for once, mum didn't want me in her mouth -- or up her.

"Cum on my tits," she said, lifting her sweater off over her head.

And there before me were her magnificent breasts! Not huge but bare -- more than big enough for a good handful -- and tipped with the most wonderful brown nipples.

"Cum on me!" said mum again as she now started to rub my cock for me.

And she was a damn good wanker.....it took no time at all before I was there!

"Yeah mum -- oh my gooo.....yes -- oooooooh! Cumming! Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh!" and my spunk jumped in rapid but copious squirts from my balls, up into my cock and out of it, to land, splashing, across the top of her breasts and down into her cleavage. So much again -- thick, white and viscous -- it slowly spread and slithered as gravity pulled it down her breasts.

Mum released her hold from my penis and looked down. Then she looked up at me.

"That was a good load, wasn't it?" she said, "Been saving it?"

"Only since last night," I said, "You just make me cum a lot!"

"Too right," said mum, "Nice though!"

And she began gathering up the blobs and smears of sperm, transferring each one to her mouth before standing up.

"Mmmmmm -- tasty," she said, as she finished off cleaning my cum from her breasts, "Come and kiss me."

Our mouths met and out tongues entwined and mum pushed quite a bit of my cum into my mouth. Together we enjoyed the fruits of my loins -- tasty, smooth and nicely sweet.....probably from the apples I'd been using instead of biscuits, as I studied.

And the tables were turned on another occasion....

Again I was studying -- a regrettable side effect of trying to learn to earn a living -- bent over my desk.

Mum came to me, wearing her dressing gown and even without checking for dampness, I just knew that she was in need of my cock! It was a Wednesday, so I knew that dad would have been busy for a few days -- probably too busy to give mum the fuck she needed.....

"Hello darling," she said, "Haven't seen much of you today."

"Bloody revision," I said, "Pain in the balls!"

"Ooooooh, is it!" she said, "Can I make them feel better?"

I knew now that I was needed -- either my tongue or my cock and my cock was the most likely target!

"You can suck me better if you like!" I said, unzipping my shorts, and letting them fall to my ankles.

Mum was down on her knees in moments. She opened her mouth and simply allowed my cock to slide and slide inside her, until she'd met my pubes!

"Oooooh fuck, mum, that felt good!" I said as she withdrew my cock, "Suck me off!"

She kissed my crown.

"Oooooh no, darling -- I need you inside me this time! You're going to cum inside me!" she said, as she shrugged off her dressing gown. Beneath it she was naked -- as naked as the day she was born -- and I stepped back and absorbed the wondrous view. What lovely breasts; what a super waistline -- and what magnificent hips....all atop a long and slender pair of film-star legs.




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 03



"Oh mum -- you look so fucking gorgeous," I said "You gonna let me fuck you?"

"Damn right!" she said, walking across the room to my bed. There she lay down and splayed her legs open.

"Come here, Chris, fuck your mum!"

Oh shit -- what could I say!

Not a lot really -- actions speak louder than words, so I climbed onto the bed too and arranged myself between her thighs.

"Come on darling -- I'm waiting for you!" she said, as she rubbed her hand over her pussy. "I'm all wet and ready, lover."

And she was -- as usual! Positively dripping! Fucking lovely!

I slowly and gently eased myself down on top of her until our bodies met. My cock was already slotted into place between her lips......

"Just fuck me, darling," she said, "I just want a good fuck and a nice cum."

My penis slid into her hole as if he belonged there.....well, in some ways, he did belong there!

Mum let out a long sigh of release.

"Ooooh Chris, baby -- I've been wanting that all morning. Saw you when you got up and you'd got an erection then.....and then your dad had a hard-on too but he didn't have time to use it this morning....so here I am.... as horny as you.....so come on -- fuck me, hard!"

Not an instruction I could ignore, so I started to do my duty and fuck her. Duty indeed! We both loved it -- all pleasure....certainly never a duty!

Thump, thump, thump, went our bodies as I drove my cock home. There was a wet splashing sound as we met and grunts and groans from both of us as we fucked energetically.

My balls were full and ready to unload.

"Won't be very long, mum -- gonna fill you.....fill your hole with my sperm!" I cried, as I slammed my cock deep inside her.

"Yes darling -- yes! Fill me -- that's what I want -- your spunk up inside me!" she almost shouted as she too neared her peak.

Bang, bang, bang -- with loads of grunts and groans and cried.....

"Oooooh yeah mum -- coming! Its cumming.....yeah, nowwwww!" I cried as I felt my cock slam its load deep into mum's pussy.

And mum was there too.....

"Oooooooh! Whoooo! Fuuuuuuck! Cummmmmming!"

She was lifting off as she enjoyed her exciting and fulfilling orgasm -- it was what her sexy body had been craving.....ever since I fucked her yesterday!

"Better?" I asked, once I'd got my breath back.

"Ooooh, much better," she said, slowly unwinding, "God -- I needed that! Thank you lover!"

"And you mum," I said as I lifted myself off her.

"Ooooh fuck -- get me a towel," said mum, "I'm soaked!"

It seemed that whenever we had a spare half hour or so we'd find ourselves sexually attracted and as soon as we were within reach of each other, we'd undress as necessary and we'd fuck until we'd both cum and eased our sexual needs. 

One day as I studied in my bedroom and my father sat in the livingroom downstairs, my mother came into my room and, lifting up the front of her skirt, she showed me her pussy -- she had no knickers on. She was obviously well aroused because her clitoris stood erect and I could see the wetness between her lips. 

"Fuck me," she pleaded, "I need a fuck now." 

"I can't, Dad's downstairs," I whispered. 

"Yes you can," she said, "just a quickie, that's all I want," and she began to undo my trousers. 

Who was I to argue with my mum?

Soon she pulled out my cock and started to rub and suck it - it became erect immediately. 

"Just sit there," she said and flipping up her skirt at the rear, she lowered her wet pussy onto my penis. "Oh, that's lovely, that's what I needed," she said as my cock sank easily into her. 

"Just stay still - I'll do the work," she said and I began to feel her pussy muscles rippling up and down around my cock. 

"Cum for me -- I need your spunk," she said after a short while. 

I felt her body quivering as she started to orgasm. 

"Cum soon," she pleaded. Her pussy worked hard on me and she put her hand up her skirt to play with her clitoris. "Ooooh, I'm coming," she said, "cum with me." 

"Oh yes, I am too. Any moment," I panted, "Here it is -- oooooh yes!" 

It took four or five jets to empty my cock and by then I could feel my sperm overflowing down my stem. 

"Oooooh, that's better," she said as my cock slipped from her pussy, "Just what I needed." 

She stood up allowing her skirt to fall back in place and I put my soaked and contented cock back into my trousers. Just in time, as we heard my father coming up the stairs to use the toilet. 

"Good lad," he said, as he saw us poring over my books, "keep studying, it's good for you." 

If only he knew that my pants were soaked with his wife's juices and that she was filled with my spunk!

Sometimes I'd be the instigator -- at that age my cock would become erect at the slightest excuse and at all times of the day and night and it would demand attention. Inevitably, wanking was the most common cure, but if I could find mum in a compromising position, I'd often take full advantage.

The kitchen was the most likely place I'd find her -- she loved baking cakes and the house often smelt gorgeous. She did a cinnamon apple cake that I loved -- and it smelled so, so good.

So I'd come down from my room with my at least partially erect and eager cock guiding me, as if he could hunt mum down for me.

And there's she'd be, often smothered in flour and bits, but humming happily to herself.

"Hi mum, cor, that smells lovely," I might say, "my favourite?"

"Nearly," she might say, "Not a cake just now. I've done an apple and raspberry pie for afters -- picked them myself."

I'd crinkle my nose and absorb the essence of her cooking.

"Mmmmm, that'll do!" I'd probably say, "When will it be ready?"

"Later," she'd always say because if it was a cake I'd want a slice even before it had cooled down.

Today she said, ""Later - after dinner. There'll be enough for everyone!"

With the pleasantries over, I'd move closer and put my arms round mum. 

"No, don't," she'd say, "I'm all covered in flour."

"Just want to cuddle you," I'd say.....

"Oh yes? I'll believe that! Come on -- what are you really after?" mum would probably say, "Not just a cuddle, surely!"

I'd probably have my arms round her by now and I'd most likely move my hands up from her waist to her breasts, which I'd cup and lightly squeeze.

"I need you, mum, I'm getting all wound up," I liked to say.

"Oh are you?" she'd reply, slowly turning round until she was facing me. Her hands would be held out to avoid covering us both in flour. And if she was in a receptive mood, she'd push her hips towards me and gently grind her pussy against my cock.

"Ah -- I think I know what you need!" she'd say as she continued to rub herself against my rising cock.

"Oh yes mum, please!" I'd reply, feeling my cock becoming totally hard, "just a quickie!"

"Don't know about that," mum would reply, "all that'll do is get you off and get me all wet."

"Oh pleeeeease, mum," I'd say, pushing my erection at her and sliding myself up and down.

"You make sure I cum first then," she'd say as she disengaged herself from me. "Let me clean myself up a bit."

And she'd turn back to the sink and start to wash her hands and arms off.

I'd stand there, admiring her shapely body and gently rubbing my hand up and down my erection and soon mum would be ready for me.

"How do you want me then?" she'd say.

What a question -- I just wanted her to be wide open for me!

"Can you sit on the table, mum, then I can lick you first so you can cum and then I'll be able to fuck you," I'd say.

"Nice of you to think of me," Mum would say, "do you want me to get undressed?"

"No mum, just let me take your knickers off -- then I can flip your skirt up," I'd say.

And mum would often shock me.....

"Not wearing any!" she'd say, doing exactly what I'd asked and flipping her skirt up to briefly reveal her sweet hairy mound.

"Oh mum," I'd say, hypnotised by the sight, "hurry, mum, I want you!"

And in moments, mum would be sat on the end of the large kitchen table -- having quickly cleared a decent-sized space of cooking equipment.

"Get your trousers off then," mum would say as she pulled her skirt up around her waist, "get him out for me,"

In an instant I'd be naked from the waist down with my dribbling erection standing proud before me.

"Hey -- you're eager," mum would say, looking at my cock, "don't cum too soon though."

I'd kneel before her and place my hands on her smooth naked thighs -- my touch would make her draw in a sharp breath.

She had lovely skin, even for her age, and given all the time in the world, I'd love to have been able to just smooth and caress and love her -- all over, for ever.....never mind the sex bit. Her whole body just oozed sex, in my opinion.....

Soon my lips would follow my hands, kissing and licking her inner thighs and working slowly upwards towards her pussy; then, with my hands both in her hairy forest, I'd use my thumbs to part her lips, allowing my own lips to descend and make contact with her flesh.

Another deep gasp would be forthcoming as I kissed her pussy -- and then another as I stuck my tongue out and licked her from one end of her slit to the other.

"Ooooooh, what're you doing?" she'd say, her hips writhing on the table, "Oooooh that's lovely! Don't stop -- do it more, lover!"

My tongue would search out the slippery sides to her hole -- her inner lips that just oozed with her lubrication. Sliding my tongue over her and into her hole would make her shiver and shake with upwelling excitement.

Having ensured that her hole would be wet and slippery and all ready for my penetration, gradually I'd move upwards towards her clit, eliciting more moans of lust from mum.

"Come on darling," she'd say, pulling my head towards her, "suck it, chew it, please."

And so I would -- I'd take her fine upstanding clit between my lips and suck it into my mouth. It would stand up perhaps an inch from her slit -- a generous object that just demanded attention. A rubbery, smooth, flexible, warm and exciting bit of flesh that brings so much pleasure.....

As I worked on her clit, mum would cry out in delight.

"Oh yes, darling, right there, do that.....yes....like that!" she'd moan, her hips all aquiver, "suck it -- pull it -- be gentle lover."

Hopefully I'd be doing all the right things and soon mum would be approaching her orgasm. I'd feel her movements and her gasps of pleasure becoming more erratic and I'd increase my attention to her clit, while also sliding a finger or two into her slopping wet hole.

"Oh god, yes -- that's good -- oh that's lovely -- that's it -- I'm cumming! Ooooooh yessss -- I'm cummmming!"

Her hips would thrust hard against my mouth and I'd have to be careful not to let my teeth hit her flesh as her orgasm turned her into a bucking bronco!

Giving her little time to recover, I'd stand up and, in one quick and easy move, I'd slide my penis right up inside her lovely clinging vagina.

"Ohhhhhh -- that's heaven!" mum would say, "That feels so good! Play with me -- keep me up there," she'd say and I'd drop my hands to her pussy to start my second assault on her clit.

As I slowly slid my cock in and out of her hole and, with my fingers, I gently teased her throbbing clit out to its full extent, mum would groan and moan.

"Ooooooh lover -- that's so good -- I'm nearly there again..... Do you want to cum soon?" she'd ask.

"Bit more, mum," I'd say, still thrusting in and out of her lovely tight hole, "getting there, getting there -- won't be too long now."

"I'm ready," she'd say, "when you cum I'll cum again if you keep that up."

I'd be panting now as I banged my cock into her and my sap would be rising.

"Ok mum, getting there too!" I'd say as I continued to fuck her, "nearly there now!"

"Oh yes -- oh yes -- come on then -- I'm cumming now......yesssss -- I'm Cummmmmming! Cum with me!"

And I knew I'd do it as my body reacted to her spasms of desire.

"Yeaaaaah mum -- here it cums! Uuuuuufff! Oooooh! Oooooh fuck -- yeahhhhhh!" I'd cry as my penis planted another express delivery deep inside her body.

"Oh yesssss -- that's lovely -- oh I can feel you -- fill me, darling, fill me!" mum would say, as she collapsed back to lie flat on the table.

My orgasm would be quick -- it wouldn't take me long to complete my cum -- or long to recharge, for that matter, and soon I'd be back in the land of the living. My still erect penis would still be buried deep inside my mother's cunt, but now all there was left were some feeble twitches from both of us.

"Fuck me, that was good!" mum would say, sitting up and watching as I slowly and gently slid my cock from her hole.

We'd lean together and kiss -- deeply and lovingly, orally thanking each other for our pleasures.

"Get me a towel," mum would say, and I'd bring her a kitchen towel, which would soon be clamped to her leaking hole.

"Sometimes I wish you didn't cum so much," mum sometimes said, "you make me like a swamp! And it takes ages to drain out....."

Mum would look at the clock.....

"Oh look at the time -- better get cleaned up before your dad gets home."

While mum was getting things back to normal, I was almost certainly still shell-shocked! That post-fuck feeling of not being in this world.....

"Hey you!" mum would say, "Get back to your papers. Put it away! Don't want your cock hanging around when dad comes back!"

I'd shake my head and hide my now limp dick back in my pants. 

That was what I'd wanted -- now I could relax and concentrate on studying.

Except that there was now that wonderful smell of cooking rising from the oven.

"Later!" said mum, now fully recovered, "push off for now!"

"Thanks mum -- love you!" I'd say as I departed, "that was super!"

"Go!" mum might probably say, "that sounds like dad's car I can hear -- catch you later."

I'd blow her a kiss and she'd do the same to me -- I was content.....for a while!

One evening we fucked as she talked to my dad on the phone when he was away. I was made to keep still so as not to make her orgasm, although I did my best to do things such as making my cock jump inside her, to make things hard for her! Then she turned the tables and let me speak to him as her pussy squeezed and massaged my cock. It was my turn to tell him that I was being good and was looking after mum!

A number of times, when dad wasn't around, but when there wasn't all that much time to spare, she might come to me as I sat revising, for a quick bit of pleasure.

"Hello darling," she'd say as she came into my room, "how's things?"

"I'm worn out!" I'd probably say, referring to my brain being overloaded with learning, and pushing myself away from my desk.

"Need something to relax you then," she'd say, "fancy a quickie?"

Now how could I ever say no!

Before I'd even have a chance to move, she'd be there, undoing my trousers and extracting my rapidly hardening cock.

"Look at that," she might say, holding onto my now erect penis. "All ready for me!"

And with that, she'd usually pull down her knickers, lift up her skirt and immediately sit down on my lap allowing my cock to slide straight into her.

She was always wet, it seemed -- soaking wet more often than not, although whether from playing with herself or just from thinking sexy thoughts, I never knew and on many occasions I had to change my trousers after our sex session because my lap would be simply soaked with her juices and sometimes with my spunk as well. 

Once seated on my cock she'd work herself off on me until she'd cum several times. Then, if I hadn't already cum inside her, she'd wank or suck me off -- usually swallowing all my spunk. 

When time was really short, she'd probably just concentrate on sucking me off instead -- not that my cock really worried how or where he unloaded!

"Haven't got time for much," she might say, "but enough time to get you off."

She'd like to come up behind me and wrap her arms around me. Then her hands would slide down to my zip -- which she'd slide down and extract my cock, which would almost certainly already be erect. Holding it as I would, she'd gently wank me for a while, getting it good and stiff. Now she would move round and sink to her knees and her warm wet mouth would sink slowly over the end of my cock. Her hand would wank my stem in time with her sucking. 

"Cum for me," she'd say, "Don't make me wait." 

It never took me long to cum and I'd soon be filling her waiting mouth with my hot spunk. 

"That was lovely, Darling," she'd say, "I'll have some more later!"

Mum obviously enjoyed our sex sessions as much as I did and seldom refused my advances except when there was a risk of discovery or interruption, but even then, she'd sometimes take a chance. And on those occasions when we did have a risky fuck, it was obvious that mum would already have been excited and ready.....perhaps for ages! Needless to say, the kitchen was our most common venue and that look on her face would tell me that she was 'up for it'.

"Come on then, lover," she'd say, her eyes flashing with excitement, "get him out and slide him up! I've got no knickers on -- just get him straight in!"

And I'd move up behind her as she readied herself, leaning over a kitchen cupboard, for example. 

Quickly I'd extract my straining penis, lift up her skirt and there was my goal -- glistening with her juices and glowing with her heat.

"Come on, come on, get him in!" she'd probably say, "Get on with it and keep your ear out for dad. He's in the garage" (or the garden or the bathroom, or somewhere).

As I slid home she'd moan.....

"Keep it quiet!" I'd probably say as I began to thrust up into her.

When we were having one our quickies, her vagina would really work me over! Right from the start it would be squeezing and sucking at me -- partially to get me to cum quickly -- partially to get her there too.

"Oooooh mum," I'd cry quietly, as I continued to drive my cock into her hole, "that feels so good -- that's lovely -- ooooh yes, mum -- you're so hot!"

"Shut up and cum!" mum once said, "Get on with it! Make me cum and then you cum too -- quick!"

And I'd up the tempo and the strength of my thrusts and very soon both mum and I would be panting and nearing our peaks. 

"Come on -- come on -- more -- harder -- yessssss darling -- that's it!" she'd say and her vagina would begin to clamp down tight on my driving cock.

"Cumming -- cummmming -- yesssss!" she'd explode -- and as she did so, hopefully I'd explode too -- deep up inside her.

"Filling you mum," I'd pant, feeling my cum being injected into her, "filling you now -- oooooh yes -- and another one -- oh fuck!"

We'd usually kiss and then -- "Thank you lover -- that was great -- just what I needed," she'd say and almost at once she'd stand up, causing my cock to fall from her hole. Her hand would immediately clamp itself over her already leaking hole as she reached for a hand towel.

"Oooooh -- I'd better get a Kleenex -- sometimes wish you didn't cum so much!" she'd say, "Now go and get yourself cleaned up, quick. Love you."

And she'd give me a quick kiss and a shove out of the kitchen.

She'd also tease me -- even when my father was home and nearby, she'd do something such as coming into my room and, lifting her skirt up, she'd expose her pussy and pull her lips apart, before covering up again and acting quite normally. Just winding me up -- I spent far too much time with a hard on when I was supposed to be studying.

She might even flash her pussy at me in the lounge when we were all watching TV or reading. Sometimes she'd even play with herself as I watched..... She'd probably be standing in the hall or the kitchen, away from dad's line of sight, but where I could see her and I seemed to be forever rising from my chair, holding my book in front of my groin, to head to my room for a wank!




At Home with Mum in '63 Ch. 03



Basically mum was as horny as I was and our exciting and sometimes energetic sex life was needed by both of us. 

Even if she and I had been 'at it' during the day, while my dad was home they'd fuck for hours each night and I've a feeling that our relationship only served to make her even hornier for her husband. 

To the best of my knowledge, my dad never did find out about our relationship but my mother did tell me that he'd often comment on how wet she was -- and the wetness was often not just her fluid! At least once he made love to her no more than a couple of hours after we'd fucked and my mother told me that she was always turned on even more by the thought of having two men's sperm inside her. He also once licked her out soon after we'd fucked and he told her that she tasted really nice and horny.

Most people would say that our relationship was totally wrong in every way. However, under the circumstances it was just what was needed by both of us -- a sexual release without leaving the family unit to find it. It caused my mother and me to be very close and caring for one another -- and that can't be bad. It saved my mother from frustration and, who knows, perhaps from an affair, if the conditions had been right. And, from my point of view, it harmlessly released much of my teenage horniness -- taught me a lot about a woman's body and taught me a lot about how to make love properly. 

Did my father ever really know or catch on? In a way I'm sure that he did know but perhaps, if he was aware of our sexual relationship, he was broadminded enough to accept it. You could say that it prevented her from going out and finding a lover and it certainly saved her from becoming very frustrated. That factor is something that leads me to think that he did know. If he was away so much, then how come she was so wet and willing for him without needing practice when he came back? Surely he must have been able to smell sex on her -- the aroma of hot sexual organs rubbing together and the smell of fluids from both of us must have lingered in the bedroom occasionally. What about the smell of sex when my mum and I would have a quickie during the days when he was home? 

If he was in the know then I bet that he enjoyed having sex with her all the more -- perhaps that was why they started making love more often, it seemed. I'm sure that she was a better fuck as a result of all our exercises and there were certainly no cobwebs in her pussy! I've never felt guilty about our relationship -- it was something that we both enjoyed greatly. I've never turned to fetishes or any other unnatural maternal desires -- I enjoyed every minute of our sex life and my only regret is that it didn't go on longer. Because, compared with many a woman whom I met later, she was a very good fuck indeed!

Oh -- and as a sideline -- my baby brother Peter was born the following May -- some six months after I'd eventually moved out of home and into my own flat! I won't plead guilty, but I'd like to hazard a guess and say that I could well have been the dad. Nice little boy, he is -- looks just like me!

Now, at this point I'd originally finished my story, because it had been about the love affair between my mum and myself in the historical past, but there's an added twist which I've now decided to tell you about....and to more or less bring you up to date.

Fit and healthy as my dad may have been, he couldn't have foreseen lung cancer catching him out just short of his 55th birthday. He attributed it to his wartime days when smoking was the 'in' thing and when he and the other pilots in his squadron would sit around awaiting some action, smoking untipped Woodbines constantly and perhaps he was right.

But his death did two things. Firstly, his insurances made my mum financially independent and secondly it made her a frustrated widow.

Barry had now grown up and left home and Peter was about to go to his senior school -- in fact he was going to go to the same boarding school that Barry had successfully 'graduated' from.

And me? Well, my emigration didn't work properly. My wife felt too far from 'home' and never settled and so we split up and although she and our daughter returned to Britain, I stayed in Australia and eventually built up quite a nice little business as an executive adviser to the private medical world. 

Needless to say, when I heard that my dad had passed away, I was a bit too far away to attend the funeral. Those were the days of the Boeing 707 and although I could probably have got back within 36 hours, my mum phoned me to tell me not to bother as dad had specifically requested a very low key funeral.

Instead, mum and I spent far too long on the phone afterwards, but it was good for her to unload her mind.

Once dad's will had been read and I'd heard of mum's new financial status, I suggested that, once Peter was at his school, she should come and visit me for a decent break -- perhaps a month or so -- and she quickly agreed.

I lived in Brisbane and mum's visit was planned to be during the English "Summer Term", from early June onwards -- ideal because she'd be able to come from summer in Britain to my winter -- and probably find that the temperature had hardly changed at all.

I can still clearly remember the day the plane arrived. I waited in the arrivals lounge with bated breath and not without some trepidation -- we both must have changed over the past eight years or so.....

And then, there she was -- waltzing towards me with her arms outstretched, as were mine now -- and we met and just melded together into one being.

We just held each other for what seemed like ages before we kissed and kissed and kissed.

"Oh darling -- I've missed you so much," she eventually said, "why did you have to leave me?"

I tried to tell her why I'd migrated and so on but she stopped me.

"That was a hypothetical question, darling," she said, "Of course you had your own life to lead -- and look at you now! Haven't you done well for yourself? And you look so good!"

I blustered a bit about my well-to-do but mum wasn't really listening.

"Do you still love me?" she said and all I could do was to nod my head and kiss her.

"Do I still look all right?" she asked and I held her away from me for a quick once-over. I'd obviously seen her as she came to me but another look did no harm!

Oh yes! She still looked stunning! She'd just turned 50 and although there were a few more wrinkles, she looked just as hot as ever. Her figure, clad in a light skirt and blouse was dreamy! She looked as if she'd lost a bit from her waist and hips, possibly, but hadn't lost anything from her bust. From what I could see of her, her legs looked so smooth and sleek, she could have modelled tights or stockings. Her hair was, despite her long journey, a real picture -- a lovely auburn with gorgeous waves down to her shoulders. And her face -- oh yes -- that was the woman I loved!

"Oh mum, you look so damn good," I groaned as I held her tight once more, "I love you more than ever -- I just never stopped loving you, even all those miles apart."

Mum looked radiantly at me.

"Take me home then. Let's get my bags and then you can show me your home. And we've got so many things to catch up on!" she said, with that lovely twinkle in her eye and a huge grin.

I felt my cock lurch -- not particularly because of what mum said, but because of the way she said it! I had to hurry up to catch up with her as she headed off to the baggage area; her hips still swaying so seductively.

From the airport to home took over half an hour during which time mum had her eyes more on the 'new-to-her' scenery, which she seemed to love, than on me. 

But before long, I pulled into the driveway -- of my home, which had for so long been just for me.

I'd bought some land and then built on it -- my own three bedroom kind of ranch style bungalow, formed into a square U shape......and well above any floods. My nearest neighbours were several hundred yards away.

Ok -- the land wasn't exciting -- it was mainly grass with some eucalyptus trees and a bit of scrub but I was working on improving it, but the views over the city were more important, as well as the situation.

Mum was more or less silent for a while as she held my hand. She wasn't just overcome with the sensations of seeing a new vista -- although she was obviously well impressed. She just plain and simply was enjoying being there with me, I could tell......

As we debarked from the car she stood and looked around her and the smile on her face told me that she was happy and contented.

"Is this yours?" she asked, somewhat unnecessarily, now taking in the house.

"Paid for in full," I said, proudly, and it was. 

"Did the basic plans too but had an architect finish things off," I said, "He added the good bits!"

"Anyway, mum, come on it -- the door's open," I said as I pointed my remote control to release the electronic catch on the door.

I picked up her suitcase and a carry bag and followed her inside, into the air-conditioned cool and spacious hall and lounge.

Mum just stood and stared, enjoying the layout and the décor. I let her mentally make herself at home, before moving from the room and down the sunlit corridor towards the bedrooms.

"Come on mum, I'll show you your room," I said and mum followed me.

Her room was a big double bedroom with a large canopied double bed, plenty of mirrors, some pleasing furniture and a big wide window looking out towards the mountains in the distance. I put her bags down and turned to her.....to see mum removing her jacket.

As she took it off she stood there in a light pastel-shaded blouse, which seemed to both hide and accentuate her charms -- she still had a good bust on her!

She handed me the jacket and the next thing I knew, mum was unzipping her skirt, which suddenly became a loose ring of material around her feet.

"What're you up to, mum?" my question hung in the air, unlike my jaw which fell to the ground!

"I've got two questions," said mum, "firstly, tell me if I still look alright?" 

As she spoke she began to undo her blouse and soon it was just hanging from her shoulders, revealing her thin mesh bra which just about contained her ample and still plump breasts.

"Wow!" I said, "Look alright -- you look wonderful, mum. Still got that gorgeous figure, I see!"

"Excellent," mum replied, "Just what I wanted to hear.....because here's my second question. Why aren't I sleeping with you?"

"Oh mum -- I thought you'd want to be left alone. I thought that now dad's gone, you'd want to some peace," I said as I watched mum remove her blouse. "I thought perhaps....."

Now she stood there in just her matching set of equally flimsy bra and pants -- and even they were now under attack! Mum reached behind her and twiddled the clasp of her bra -- and a moment later it too lay on the floor.

"Got that wrong, didn't you, darling boy," said mum smiling broadly, "now your dad's gone there's nothing to stop me loving you, is there? So, do you still fancy me?"

"Fancy you -- silly bloody question! Fucking hell, mum -- you look fucking lovely! Of course I fancy you!" I gasped, because age had done nothing to her -- her lovely breasts still stood out proudly and her so, so chewable nipples still were rigidly on guard. I couldn't stop myself moving to her, throwing her jacket onto the unused bed.

I embraced mum tightly. 

"Fancy you? I've never stopped loving you and wanting you. I've been worrying so much that your visit might come to nothing, but it seems I was wrong to worry, wasn't I mum? I do love you so much."

"And I love you too. Now come on then," she said, squirming from my arms, "show me to your room -- sorry, our room!"

"Next room down the hall," I said as mum strolled off and as I divested myself of as many clothes as I could in just a few moments.....and seconds later we were standing by my bed -- mum just in her lacy knickers and me now wearing only my underpants - and my damn socks!

"Oh sod," I said, "bloody things!" as I bent down and removed them.....also managing to run my underpants down too. And as I bent down, I found myself facing her groin -- nose to clitoris almost! Mum had whipped her knickers off and was now as bare as I was. Her wonderfully welcoming slippery slit capped by her exciting (and excited) clit was there inches before my eyes, naked except for a little tuft of manicured hair just above her sex.

I dropped to my knees before her and clasped my hands round her buttocks to pull her towards me. One shuffled step forward and she was there -- I could reach out with my tongue and swipe it right up her slit, sliding between her plump, damp lips until I came to her clit. And there I stayed -- clamping my lips around it -- sliding my tongue over it and making mum jump and cry out with pleasure.

"Oooooooh lover -- yesssss, yesssss, that's lovely! Ooooooh, I've missed you so much!" she cried out, "take me to bed, darling -- make love to me!"

Reluctantly leaving the place I so wanted, I stood up and as I rose, my erection thudded firmly into her, just where my tongue had been. For a little while, the tip slid sexily between her ever more slippery lips, before juddering to a halt as it met her clit -- over which it bounced -- making mum gasp -- and allowing me to pull her naked body close to mine.

We kissed -- the first really loving kiss in years -- the kind that only stops when you run out of energy! Everything went into that kiss -- our lips and tongues blended together, fought duels and probed and caressed our mouths and even our breaths were shared.....until we suddenly found ourselves falling, falling, onto the bed. The soft jolt separated us and brought us back to reality for a moment.

"Windows -- curtains," said mum breathlessly.

"No worries," I said and a quick press on the remote and the blinds closed themselves.

"Come to me, darling, love me -- fuck me!" said mum, moving to the middle of the bed and now laying there with her arms and legs open wide!

"Oh mum -- yesssss!" I cried as I crawled over to cover her.

Raised on my knees and my hands, I held my body poised above her and slowly lowered my face to hers. We kissed again, sloppy and sexy this time before I lowered my lower half towards her.

The kiss froze as our sex organs met.....for the first time properly, in nearly ten years. I continued to bore down towards her and mum moved her hands to reach between us. She pulled open her lips and my relentless penis seemed to automatically home in and slide gently and smoothly into place.

We both let out long and expressive groans as the pleasures of the flesh overwhelmed us.

Mum let go down below and placed her arms around my shoulders. Her legs came up and clamped themselves above my thighs and buttocks.

"Come on lover -- come on in!" said mum, "I need you so much!"

The brief period between my penis finding his target and mum calling me into action allowed her lovely sticky slippery juices to bathe him and now, as I pushed, he slid, slowly, smoothly and silkily deeper and deeper into my mother's loving vagina until finally I could go no further. I rested, our groins and sex organs united completely while both mum and I rediscovered our feelings and love for each other.

Somehow my cock just felt 'at home' where he was -- he'd been there so often and loved every minute of his time, bathing in mum's essences. Mum's body too was obviously remembering the feeling of my penis inside her and she too was just enjoying us being together.

But a full-scale erection can't go unemptied -- any more than a well filled vagina can't miss out on a good orgasm.....and soon we began to move against each other.

"Oooooofff!" went mum as I pushed deeper into her, "Oh yesssss, oh darling -- that's good!"

"Yessss!" I said, starting to pump my cock in and out of her slippery hole, "ohhhhhh fuck, that's lovely!"

We built up some action -- I was starting to push down and deep into her as mum was now starting to push back and to squeeze and caress my cock. We faced each other as we fucked.

"Oh baby, I've missed you so much!" said mum, "I've missed your lovely penis -- it knows me so well."

I leaned down and kissed mum and she soon returned the kiss tenfold.

"Mmmmmm," was all I could say for now as I continue to drive my cock in and out of her now glowing hole. We were certainly building up a good head of steam as we raised the tempo and now were really fucking -- starting to slam together when our strokes met. The scent of sex was rising all around us; the heat was starting to show as we both were now lightly bathed in sweat; the bed was rocking slightly despite its solid construction and the constant groans and moans from us both filled the air.

"Fuck me -- fuck me -- fuck me!" said mum in time with my thrusts.

"Yeah -- I'm fucking you, fucking you!" I answered, grabbing breaths as I could, "Can't last forever though, mum! Gotta come soon!"

"Yes darling, come on then, fill me when you're ready....I'll be with you!"

My penis was as hard as it's ever been as I drove it home again and again and again.

"Oh yessssss, mum, getting there! Can I come in you, please?"

"Oh fuck yes!" said mum, panting but still thrusting back at me, "fill me up -- I need your sperm!"

"Oh god, mum, getting there -- nearly there....oooooh -- you coming, mum?"

"Yesssss, darling -- with you now!" said mum pulling me hard to her.

"Ooooooh yeaaaaahhhhh!" I cried as I felt my cock lurch and begin to fire, "coming mum, coming!"

"Good boy -- I'm there toooooooooo!" mum groaned and I felt her whole body tighten up as she came.

"Oooooh fuck -- I'm filling you up, mum! Can't stop cumming! Oh my god -- oh, I'm drained now!"

Mum was leaping and jerking and groaning and cumming under me -- her body shook as if she'd been electrocuted, but her grip on my cock just tightened......until finally we both almost collapsed.

Still embedded inside her now sopping wet hole, I rolled to one side, pulling mum with me until we lay, still united, together but now able to relax.

"Oh fuck -- that was a good one!" I said.

"Oh darling -- that the best one I've had since you went away," said mum, "we can do it again soon, can't we?"

"We've got all the time in the world now, mum," I said, "You're going to move in with me, aren't you?"

"I'd hoped you'd be saying something like that one day," said mum, "my affairs in Britain are as good as sorted -- all I need is to tie up some loose ends and then, yes, I'm yours....for ever!"

Gently we parted -- then I had to go and find something for mum to mop herself up with....and then I found her a gown to cover herself with, and then we, rather carefully, moved from the bedroom. We moved out to the patio, pausing briefly in the lounge as I fixed us some drinks.

"God -- I'm sore and stiff now," said mum, "and I feel completely jet-lagged now!"

"As I said, you've got as long as you need to recover, mum," I said, standing behind her and gently massaging her shoulders, "go and rest now -- catch up on your jet lag and when you're ready, I'll show you my world."

"Our world now, darling -- forever!" said mum, turning and planting a loving kiss on my cheek.

"Our world, mum, til death do us part," I agreed, slapping her gently on her departing bum.