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Connecting With Mother

By: Nettles7069



My work took me back to my childhood home in London that I had left years ago when going to college. Dad had died, prematurely, six months prior to my returning to the old place. My family had been up for the funeral and mum had borne her loss well after a period of natural grief. He had been a good husband and father to me as a single child. I had to leave my family home for a year because of work, going home most but not all weekends.

The return to the old flat (apartment) was loaded with memories of my teen years. I sensed a kind of reconnection with those years as soon as I walked in and particularly when I opened my old bedroom which was located on one side of the bathroom with my parent's bedroom on the other side. Part of me welcomed the notion of spending time away from home. Though I really missed my two boys, I did not mind being separate from my wife Gillian of 10 years. We were fine as a family but my head was elsewhere sexually. I already roamed in my family town, unbeknown to Gillian. I wasn't sure what she got up to.

Mum still worked in retail and I think she was glad she had kept up her work over the years. In her mid 50's I often wondered whether she would connect up with another man. None appeared to be around though she still had a small circle of friends mostly from when Dad had been around. She was still very presentable having kept fairly trim and still looked good and men, often younger, gave her the time of day when she went to the pub on her own. She looked after herself, usually wearing suits for work that emphasised her shape. Her breasts weren't large but that was probably in her favour, wearing a bra to give her a lift which men at the pub or in her work would privately admire. Her waist had the effect of highlighting her breasts and her hips. From the rear she displayed a full but well shaped arse.

She rarely wore trouser suits preferring skirts, stockings and shoes with a reasonable heel that made her legs still look good. Mum completely rejected tights, preferring suspenders that gave her 'room to breathe', her words.

The first time I went to the local pub with her, I noticed how she was acknowledged by the bar staff and the pub users, all respectful yet very warm towards her. I thought she is doing alright.

We sat on a sofa facing each other. I noticed how her skirt rose slightly when she crossed her legs. I felt I slight murmur down below. Just like old times in my teens when I would try to place myself opposite her at home to get a good view up her thighs. We chewed over recent events about our work, the family, holidays. She visibly relaxed, I think partly because she was accompanied by me and it was not obvious who I was. I said nothing to regulars and Mum offered nothing either. Glancing around I noted that one or two men were taking in the view on offer (I had a more limited view). I could only surmise that they had a sight of her pale thigh above her stocking line. I suggested some drinks to which she readily agreed.

Returning I asked Mum if there were any men in her life.

"If only Ian," 

"What does that mean?"

"I've not really got the opportunity"

"Here for example?"

"I wouldn't dream of it here – it would get too complicated if it didn't work out and anyway I like the pub too much!"

"Sounds like you're not that bothered Mum"

"No not really, not yet anyway – it's too close to your Father."

"What about just fun Mum?"

"You cheeky bugger. Not sure I should even reply to that." But she did.

"I certainly wouldn't even think about that here with anyone I vaguely knew."

"Well some of them are keen by what I can see." I thought I'd push the boat a bit.

"What the hell do you mean?" at the same time blushing ever so slightly and taking another gulp of wine.

"They like looking at your," hesitating and changing what I would say, I added, "up your skirt."

"You are a beasty Ian (reflecting her Glasgow background with a typical phrase not common in London). But it's good to know there's still a spark."

"In them or in you?"

"Both." Avoiding the specific.

"I'm glad to hear it because it's certainly apparent to me that you haven't lost your spark"

"I should really be flattered by that I suppose?"

Mum had finished her glass and said she wanted to get the next round. I had had two pints, yet the beer was great (much better than the piss from where I lived). So we both set ourselves up for another.

She went to the bar to order. I watched her warmth to the barman and a regular, chatting easily. Once they looked over at me. I avoided eye contact without appearing rude. Mum returned placed the drinks down and said she needed to pee. I wondered what she told them about me, a son, a friend, a boy friend (she did not look her age). On her return, she regaled me with their inquisitiveness about me.

"What did you tell them then"?

"I just said you were a friend." Blushing again just a little.

"Why?"

"You haven't changed have you Ian – still straight to the jugular."

"Don't get me wrong Mum, I don't mind at all – perhaps I should be flattered this time. Actually, I rather like the idea. It gives us more freedom here and it is your local, though they may get the wrong impression if they see me going into your home."

"Ian, they don't know where I live, it's not that near and we didn't come here when you lived here."

"Here's to our friendship." Mum just smiled. I respected her right to determine her life at the same time wondering what it might mean.

At home we watched TV for awhile and I got the benefit of thigh exposed. I didn't know if it was intentional. I decided to go to bed before exposing a growing hardon. After going to the bathroom for a welcome pee, I went into my bedroom. I recalled how we had all left our doors ajar in the past, so I adhered to that practice at least when I was going to sleep. So when working on my laptop I usually closed the door having brought all my necessary gear with me for seamless work and pleasure particularly early on when I was getting used again to being there. 

If I left the door open, the screen was not visible from the door and so Mum could not view accidentally what I may have on the screen. I tended to use earphones when I might want to view something erotic with sound. The laptop was on a desk that could also not be viewed from the door.

Tonight I shut the door. I went to one of my favourite sites of mature women masturbating on their own. It usually had the effect of my reaching for my lubricant which made wanking so easy, smooth and quiet. I went to one of my video sites to watch the latest. I was not disappointed. A plump woman in her fifties in a black corset and stockings with heels is masturbating to camera.

A few nights later I had decided to run off some incest stories that really got me going and kept me horny for ages. I stapled each story, some with a profusion of chapters, went to the bathroom and then back to bed. I usually had a read after two to three hours sleep. On waking I put on the small light by my bed enabling me to read and wank at the same time. After about half and hour I heard a movement outside my bedroom, but did not say anything. I think Mum had intended going to the bathroom but my light had distracted her. She was very quiet and it could have been that I had not heard her in the deeply carpeted hallway.

I carried on reading and playing with myself. The bed sheet was just below my erection and my headboard was adjacent to the door. So I could be viewed from the crack between the door and its frame. I was sure she was just standing there totally silent. I carried on reading and wanking getting very excited knowing she was just outside. I decided to maintain the fiction that I was unaware of her presence. I put more lubricant on my cock and continued feeling extremely tense with the tension and my sheer excitement at the thought she was watching me.

I decided to let go and just come for her and myself. I let out a quiet groan of pleasure and release as I came over my stomach and chest and just wilted back into the pillows, but very conscious of Mum outside. I heard her deftly move back to her room.

Putting my light out I was aware that she had moved about in the dark of her room. The benefits of doors ajar were becoming deliciously apparent. I lay still listening intently. After about ten minutes I heard small moans emanating from her bedroom, as she began to play with herself. No I would not do as she did and try get up to peak. Listening from my own bed was very adequate and helped maintain the fiction. Soon a small heave in her voice, I realised she was really getting in to it and I imagined her wanking over what she had just seen. My cock began to stir again. Deep and heavy breathing and sudden ohs and ahs and I knew she had come too. Being in the old family home was having its distinct benefits. I was looking forward to how my renewed acquaintance would unfold.

Next morning I was up and away before Mum needed to rise. Probably a good thing as I was not sure how we would have handled it.

Mum arrived home before me in the evening and we fell into a routine that was cosy and comfortable. She had got dinner ready, but before we ate we usually chewed over our days with a bottle of red wine. Part of the routine was her being comfortable on the settee with her shoes off but raised legs at the knees giving me a sight of her flesh just above her stockings. I could not work out whether it was intentional or not, but it certainly got my cock stirring sufficient for me to cross my legs to disguise my emerging hardon. Sometimes her face was hidden by a newspaper giving me easy viewing. On such occasions she had more thigh exposed. I was beginning to realise it was intended for my benefit. She was feeling better in herself I was sure.

After supper I decided to get out on my own for awhile and went to one of my old haunts, a private porn cinema club. It had a large screen in two rooms with about 30 sets in five rows rising from the front to the back with aisles down both sides. Whilst the films were all het, there was a lively gay scene that tended to congregate at the back of each room. One of the rooms had a wide aisle at the back where it was possible to enjoy the gay scene standing up.

I recalled the old days when a woman would come in with a man, taking seats near the front. Usually the couple came for some fun either with each other whilst getting off on the films or letting guys play with the woman. The golden rule was that the couple would determine what happened. Any man who pushed it or overstepped the mark would be quietly told to back off –the concern being that it could ruin possibilities for all.

No women appeared that evening and I just got more and more randy watching the films wandering from one screen to the other in hope.

When I got home it was quiet and Mum had gone to bed already. I did too and fell into a deep sleep slightly tipsy as well. As usual I woke after about three hours feeling very horny from the evening's events and decided to read and wank. Sure enough after about twenty minutes I heard a silent shuffle as Mum took up her position in the hall outside my room. My cock was above the sheet, well lubricated and stroked by me. I decided to prolong the stroking before coming. After awhile I heard the softest sound from Mum as she seemed to be looking after herself. I was dying to take a look but bided my time. Suddenly I heard the merest whimper and breathing as I heard Mum coming. How she managed to control her come and breathing I could not imagine, but she went back to her bedroom immediately after.

I put out my light soon after and lay back luxuriating in the shared sex we had experienced without overt knowledge on either's part. When I let go and came I did not remain very silent and let the spunk spurt over my stomach and chest with a whoosh in my voice conveying to Mum that I was not unaware of what was going on. Something had to happen soon.

Shortly afterwards I had an afternoon free and decided to go back home to play online with Mum at work. On my way in to the flat I noticed that the curtains in Mum's bedroom were closed. That's odd she usually is meticulous about opening curtains before going to work. I let myself in very quietly and noticed that her coat was hanging up and her bedroom door was ajar with a bedside light on. I kept very quiet making no noise and went first to my bedroom. I noticed that my top draw was slightly open and went to look. I quickly realised that some of my stories were missing and the ones missing were the incest stories. Well, well well. Should I creep out of the flat or what?

I decided that I would try to look through the crack in the door. I could feel an erection coming on in anticipation.

Going silently to her bedroom door, I saw Mum lying in bed with a negligee lifted above her chest with one hand holding the story whilst her other hand was busily occupied in her cunt masturbating to my stories. She was totally preoccupied wanking to the stories unaware of my presence, moving her free hand deftly between her nipples and her clit. I had not seen her nipples ever before or indeed her breasts which had the effect of 50 plus years on her and were droopy but still full and made me harder just viewing them. Her nipples were surrounded by large areolas, but the startling thing were her nipples themselves stuck out about ¾ of an inch in sheer stiffness. They were obviously very sensitive as she was spending as much time on them as on her clit. Her nipples were shiny too from her wet cunt.

Pushing the sheet down more I felt my cock really harden as she revealed wearing her suspender belt and stockings showing off the delicious white of her upper thighs near her fast moving hand.

Getting out my cock I started to wank wishing I had my lubricant (I tended not to get much precum ever). Soon I was close. Suddenly Mum plunged her hand in her cunt deep to wet herself more and I could hear her murmuring.

"Yes, fuck its gorgeous, yes fuck him, oh god I wish I was fucking doing it. Yes, yes oh god I'm coming yes oh yes oh fuck yesssss."

Just as she came I shot my load down her bedroom door and on the hall carpet without making a noise. Zipping up I left the flat as quietly as I had arrived even though I wanted at that moment to confront her and fuck her. I decided not to wait to see what she might do after her lovely cum. I needed a drink to take in what had just happened retiring to the pub, recognising some of the regulars who would have no doubt been delighted to have been in my place to have watched her.

Will she have seen the evidence on the door of my presence? I did wonder but hell I would just play it by ear when I went home. I also knew that she had chosen the incest, mum/son stories, the only ones I had printed off recently. No doubt about it. Yes she was getting off on my favourite stories as I often thought of her when reading them myself. The dirty fucker, she's just like me and then I recalled her cum comment about wishing it was her. Then I knew it – she must be fantasying about me. I just wanted to believe it.

On my return home, I found her in the kitchen humming away happily with a glass of wine getting the supper ready. She cheerfully greeted me giving me a peck on the cheek. She was wearing a yellow blouse but I didn't see the pronounced effect of a bra. Her tits did droop somewhat, but it didn't prevent her nipples pressing against the blouse, though appearing not as stiff as this afternoon. Her skirt to just above her knees and stockings and low heels completed the picture.

"Good day son?"

"Yeh Mum, you too?"

"Fine thanks."

After supper I changed into some loose elasticated trousers with no fly, a tea shirt and we carried on drinking, watching TV on the settee near each other and in good moods no doubt from the day!

"Can I put my feet up Ian?"

Not quite sure how she meant to do it, I replied, "Sure Mum, go ahead."

To my surprise she kicked off her shoes and rested her stockinged feet on my lap.

"That's better, thanks – hope you don't mind."

"Not at all Mum." We both continued to consume the wine and it felt very relaxed together.

"Do us a favour Ian, my feet are really tired from standing all day. Would you like to rub them a little for me?"

I had done this many years before with Dad around when I was about ten. 

As I began on her small toes, stroking softly between them Mum recalled:

"Do you remember the last time you did this for me Ian with Dad and you both got a bit carried away? You saw a small hole and ladder in the ankle of my stocking and you stuck your finger in it and made it worse. I was slightly irritated but Dad just laughed, so you carried on pulling on the ladder. Dad joined in and began to pull the stockings to pieces. I think Dad and I had been drinking and I lost my irritation and smiled too as you both went to work ripping them apart."

I did remember very clearly. I think it was one of those early experiences when I realised something was happening that was not just the surface but happily played along. I noticed mum giving Dad a look in the eye, which he picked up on.

"I remember well Mum, but also Dad saying, "its time for bed son" and you Mum agreeing whilst still laughing at the disarray of your stockings in pieces around your ankles."

"Well it was getting a bit naughty Ian and you were a bit young then. Did you realise what was happening Ian?"

"Not then Mum but later I did."

She smiled and then said, "I do like what you're doing now though." I had just almost completed stroking her other foot.

"Would you like to do my legs too Ian"

"My pleasure Mum." I continued stroking her toes and right ankle as she took another sip of wine. With my other hand I began to move up her right calf, getting off just having the feel of the dark brown nylon sliding under my hand. I sensed my cock hardening against my loose pants that I had changed into on returning from the pub. I had no underpants so there was little restraint on my slow erection. It was however, not yet noticeable.

Reaching her right knee I started on her other leg working up from the ankle. I now used both hands to surround her calf being very firm against her flesh covered in the delectable nylon. She had just closed her eyes whilst taking the remaining swig of the wine, placing the empty glass on the shelf nearby. Lifting her knee very slightly, I could see a glimpse of her thigh above the stocking line.

What should I do? I continued to stroke her just above her knee but below the stocking line adjoining her thigh without actually seeing what I was doing but knew I was risking rebuff. So I continued stroking with both hands now above her knee and on the edge of her stockings. It was electric. 

With her eyes still closed she suddenly announced.

"I got my foot wet this afternoon in the hallway."

"Oh did you?" as I paused on her thighs.

"On my door too."

"What was it then?"

"Your sperm."

So this is how it was to go was it.

"That's right it was."

"Was what?"

"My sperm Mum." She opened her eyes. I was silent for a moment. That must be the all clear. I moved my hands onto clear luscious flesh up her legs toward her panties. Shock and delight as I detected no panties. Continuing to explore I found the edge of her cunt totally wet and slipped my finger in and explored.

"Yes that's what I want you you bastard teasing me all this time with your dirty nighttime wanking making me ache for your cock ever since you came back here. You bastard I am so angry with your teasing me these last three weeks. Now at last I've got you nearly where I want you. Oh good get your fingers up my cunt and onto my clit just like that, just like that, right there oh good, yes, don't stop you bastard, don't oh god yes that's it I'm coming yes harder, harder. Fuck you Ian that's right oh oh oh yes so good so good.


Connecting With Mother Ch. 02



Mum lay back and rested her head against the settee. The wine had taken its toll as she fell into a deep sleep. Much as I would have liked to exploit the situation I could not bring myself to do so. I covered her up with a rug but could not help fingering her cunt which was still wet and licking the slipperiness in my mouth. My cock stirred just a little.

I woke with a real hard on and suddenly recalled the events of last night and how delicious it had been. I got out of bed and walked naked into the living room. Mum wasn't there. She had left for work. I made a coffee and relaxed on the settee reminiscing about last night gently massaging my cock thinking about her body and how we might go from here. The phone ringing jolted my out of my wankable reverie.

"Hello." 

"Oh is that you Ian, I was expecting Jean not yourself."

"Hi Aunt Ellen," recognising her Glaswegian voice, "How are you?"

"Very well Ian, I was just planning on coming to stay at your Mother's for a few days but didn't expect she had company. Well never mind, another time perhaps."

"Hang on Aunt Ellen, I'm sure Mum would love you to come. Why don't you phone her at work and tell her I am fine about your staying and can sleep on the settee which is also a put u up and you can have my room. No problem at all."

"Are you sure Ian, that's grand of you? I'll phone her at work then."

"Good Aunt Ellen, I'll see you later then."

"Thanks Ian, bye till later."

Whilst engaged in this conversation I was tearing myself out with frustration on the one hand and sexual curiosity on the other. Frustration for her inhibiting my plans I had with Mum and no doubt hers for me. Curiosity because of fantasies I had had in the past about Aunt Ellen. She had fed my early horniness as a teenager along with a number of Mum's friends. Ellen was not really my Aunt but her and her husband Tom had been the closest friends in London when all four left Glasgow for London for work and a better life than the restrictive backgrounds they had been used to in Glasgow. Not to put to finer point on it Mum had been forced to leave Glasgow and her parental home when she was pregnant with me and Dad followed her. Tom and Ellen soon followed though for work.

Aunt Ellen used to come round with Tom and I would surreptitiously feed my arousal in front of the TV by glancing up her skirt to view her thighs encased in stockings and suspenders, similar to Mum. Sometimes they would both excite me without realising it -- that's what I thought anyway. Another time I had just gone round to Tom and Ellen's flat and gone by accident into their bedroom after going to the bathroom rather than into the living room to find Aunt Ellen in front of a full length mirror with her back to me in a full flesh pink corset with stockings attached to suspenders that hung from the corset. The corset cosseted her spacious arse cheeks. Added to this she was in high heels. It was just a fleeting moment, but Aunt Ellen was totally surprised and appeared slightly shocked as she turned to face me. Then I had a full frontal view of her breasts filling out the top of her corset with a slight cleavage that revealed how large they were. They were larger than Mums.

Her stockinged legs were deeply arousing and she had no panties on so I had a brief glimpse of her hairs.

"Just go into the living room immediately Ian. You know you should not be in here."

Chastened I turned and leapt to the door and the hall into the living room. Just then I heard the front door open. It was Uncle Tom who greeted me in his usual boisterous manner and very friendly. I was his favourite 'nephew.'

Shortly after Aunt Ellen came in fully dressed in a skirt and blouse and greeted Uncle Tom with a kiss and commented that I had just popped round to see them. She said nothing about what had just happened in her bedroom. My embarrassment rapidly faded. 

I had never forgotten that incident. For weeks after I masturbated to the sight of her and the thoughts that went with it if she had pursued my obvious desire. It could not have happened anyway with Uncle Tom getting home almost immediately.

I recalled the incident again when I had put the phone down, feeling an erection emerging at the thought that she was coming to see us. She had never let me down by telling anybody of the incident. How did she feel about it I wondered? I had a quick come in the shower before work imagining her here with Mum. What should I do? How will Mum feel about Ellen coming to stay?

That question was answered when Mum rang me at work later confirming Ellen was coming telling me that she was pleased that I had agreed to use the put u up, but disappointed we were restricted in our new found relationship. She insisted that we keep it a secret too. I readily agreed.

Mum said she would get a take away meal after her work and we would all meet at home. 

Uncle Tom had died a few years back when Ellen was in her late 40s. He was a good deal older than her but had been full of the joys of life and died in his sleep. Aunt Ellen had not found a new relationship and I did not know how she managed now without someone close to her, let alone her sex life. 

I got back from work about 7 to find Mum and Aunt Ellen imbibing the wine. Ellen got up to greet me and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. In hugging her I realised she had on a corset because of the firmness with which her body was held. She wasn't fat but had a figure well emphasised by the corset.

After the usual formalities we settled down to lovely reunion with the wine helping its way to our heads. Ellen was sitting opposite me. I could not believe it! Her knees were quite open revealing the sight that had excited me so in my teens, stockings, belt, flesh above the stocking line and just a hint of knickers. The knickers were old fashioned in completely covering her pubes. It reminded me of the corset I had seen her in that time at her flat, flesh coloured very old fashioned but to me then the most startling sight up to that time. I'm sure she saw me having glances at her. It was as if she was willing it.

"Well Ian how's your love life these days?" Aunt Ellen pronounced almost as if she already knew. I glanced at Mum, who responded, 

"I mentioned how things are with Gillian, Ian, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all Mum. To answer your question Aunt Ellen it's practically non-existent these days though the family works well enough and I get on with my boys superbly.

"You've not got a new love then Ian. So how do you get your needs met then?" Ellen always had a knack of cutting to the quick.

"I get by Aunt Ellen."

"That means life's very boring Ian or you don't want to talk about it."

Mum interjected, "I think he probably looks after himself pretty well Ellen."

I relished the hidden meaning of Mum's comment and just smiled. Ellen replied with, "I see, that's alright then." This effectively closed down that topic with a touch of the caustic in it as if she had been thwarted.

We continued gassing into the night and going a little easy on the wine for a change. Ellen went to the bathroom and Mum just glowed with, "I hope that gave you sufficient cover Ian, but I wonder what she's after?"

Ellen returned and resumed her seat putting one leg up on a pouf to rest her foot. She carried on addressing Mum about her work. Whilst they were absorbed I glanced at Ellen's thighs and then realised that I could see her cunt hair. She had taken off her knickers and was intentionally showing off her cunt for me whilst engaging Mum. I felt my cock harden in my trousers and wished I had on my track suit again. I decided the best thing was to get out of this situation and feign tiredness as there was no way I wanted to frustrate myself all night. I did enjoy the view though.

They both went off to bed and I got out the put u up and prepared for bed. I had left my dressing gown in my bedroom, and thought sod it, I always sleep naked what's different tonight. I decided to read and left the small lamp on next to the bed. 

After about an hour I heard a movement in the hall. Aunt Ellen poked her head round the door, very quietly calling, "Still awake then. Can I come in I can't get to sleep. She was wearing my dressing gown, and still appeared to be in her stockings from a quick sight of her calves.

She sat on an armchair near the bed. I felt a slight arousal at her proximity. We chatted around the ordinary then after about half an hour she commented, 

"Ian do you remember that day at my flat when you came into my room when I was dressing?"

"I never forgot it Aunt Ellen. I never had the chance to thank you for not dropping my in it with Uncle Tom either." My cock stiffened at the thought of then and with her raising the incident now too.

"I thought it better to keep to myself Ian. No harm came and I thought you liked it by the look on your face."

"What made you raise it now Aunt Ellen?"

"Oh I do like you calling me Aunt Ellen -- it makes us much closer. Well I just happen to be wearing something very like it now under your dressing gown."

Really that's a lovely thought Aunt Ellen what are you going to do about it?

We'll see Ian. What happened after that day at my old home Ian? Did you think about me much?"

"I couldn't get you out of my head for years. In fact I still can get horny over the idea."

"Tell me what you thought Ian. Did you play with yourself?"

"All the time. I got off thinking about you playing with me and doing lovely things to me Aunt Ellen."

She lifted her leg onto the edge of the bed letting the gown slide off her thigh to reveal her stocking tops where they met her skin but held it so that I could see no more. Tantalising bitch but she knew I loved it as I stroked my cock beneath the sheet getting it very hard.

"I have always loved corsets Ian and I know that men just love the sight of them and the way they gently constrain my body into a better shape."

"Men Aunt Ellen?"

"Since Tom, I've had the odd fling and one-off you know."

"Do you like showing off your body Aunt Ellen?" She just smiled.

"I'm getting a nice show now." I moved my hand to caress her stockinged calf and slowly worked my way up her leg to her flesh. She didn't stop me. I reached out and pulled the cord of the gown. The dressing gown flushed open revealing her corset in full and her very hairy pubes. More astonishing was what she hadn't told me that her breasts were fully exposed.

"Didn't expect that did you Ian. This corset has a detachable bra which I took off when I went to your bedroom. I thought you might like it." She used her foot to rub the sheet over my cock which was now completely stiff. She pushed the sheet away with her foot revealing my hardon totally. She stood up and let the gown fall and then without any words stepped over me to take my cock in her hands and put her cunt near my face and her big arse in the air above me. I had to move to adjust position as she licked my cock with her tongue.

"I've wanted this for years Ian. Give me your mouth too I want it badly. I haven't had cock for ages, oh it's lovely, it's just right in my mouth."

"Your dirty Aunt Ellen aren't you?" With that I stuck my mouth between her massive hairy cunt and plunged into her wet soggy lips. 

I could look over her arse and see her dark red arse hole. But I could also see beyond her when I did that and I slowly realised we were not alone. It was quite dark and Ellen was totally absorbed with my cock in her mouth. Near the door to the hall I could just make out Mum standing there in a short nightie not making any noise. She saw that I had seen her. I nearly stopped, thinking she must be furious but was kicked from that thought by the sight of her wanking her clit slowly yet deliberately. She nodded it was ok. She also used her raised hand and elbow movement to say don't fuck her. I got her meaning immediately and nodded. She went back to wanking at the scene. 

I resumed licking Ellen's cunt and clit. I wanted to see more of Mum, difficult if I concentrated on Ellen's clit. So I sacrificed her clit and went to licking her arse hole with a relish. I loved it and Ellen screamed and turned toward me.

"That fucking lovely more please more of that, I just love my arse licked."

So I tongued her and tried to pierce her rectum. She has a nice tight arse so I settled for hard licking and fingering her clit as a substitute. 

Just then I saw Mum close her eyes very tight and her legs were bent as she orgasmed with no sound. That made me go over the top too and I shot my load into Ellen mouth but quietly so as not to wake Mum! Ellen realised that too as I brought on her climax with my fingers whilst continuing to suck her arse hole. 

Ellen collapsed on me as she came down from her orgasm. Just as I saw Mum slip away Ellen turned round and kissed me returning some of my cum into my mouth. 

"I apologise for leaping on you like that. It's been so long to wait but but it was really worth it. It was better than I could have imagined. I think I should be getting to bed Ian."

"My pleasure Aunt Ellen, I hope we can again."

I slipped off to sleep mostly thinking of Mum and how she may have felt seeing her new sexual role usurped by her old friend Ellen, but assuaged by the scene before her. I wanted to go to her but decided against it as being a little risky.

Next morning I woke to hear Mum in the kitchen on her own. I thought it better that I have a shower first. On completion I went into the kitchen in my tee shirt and trousers, slightly hesitantly so see Mum in a loose sweat shirt that came half way down her thighs. She was barefooted and looked really cool. I hoped that was not her mood too. She sat at the kitchen table with her back to me. I went up behind her and put my arms around her. She did not look up or say anything. I was very anxious. I decided to take a great risk. Coming round to face her I leant down and put my arms round her again and took her lips to mine and gave her a deep kiss penetrating her mouth with my tongue. 

Mum tried to resist me pulling away from me but I just held her tight to try to tell her she was the important woman in my life. Slowly she desisted. I pulled her up from the chair so we both stood. She enveloped me as I rubbed her nipples letting out a sigh, "Ian you bastard that was my spunk no one else's, but I still love you and want you."

Just then we heard Ellen in the hall coming toward the kitchen. Mum and I separated quickly and went to sit down. Ellen came in and saw the ebbing but distinct bulge in my track suit and quickly gave me a glance and then got into conversation with Mum about how she slept.

Just then the phone rang. I picked it up to hear Gillian's voice saying one of our children had a fall but was ok but would benefit from seeing me. It was Friday so I could go for the weekend. That solved things with Ellen and Mum immediately. I would go down to home after work for the weekend.

After conveying my intentions to Mum and Ellen with a real sorrow even though it would be complicated I dressed and went to work.

Gillian picked me up at the station with the children and we had a pleasant family evening. 

Gillian was my age and still very attractive with firmish breasts, full hips and legs that looked good in heels. She wore glasses most of the time. I still found that a turn on when I felt randy. On one of first times at sex when she was about 25 I remember coming over her face with her glasses on. She thought me just a bit kinky even then.

I read to the children after they went to bed, then returned to Gillian in the kitchen finishing some washing in a sloppy tee shirt and loose skirt and bare legs. 

"Feel like fucking in here Gill"?

"That's a bit blunt isn't it?"

"If you feel horny like I do let's go for it."

I can't just do it like that Ian."

I walked over to her at the sink and pulled up her skirt. No panties -- good sign. Without any foreplay I pushed my finger into her cunt which was very wet -- she was ready, and fucked her with it. She was responding to my vigorous fingering so I went for her clit and rubbed it in the way I knew she loved. She responded with a loud yell, turned and slapped me on my face. She had so much pent up anger releasing it on me physically. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and pushed back against the sink and continued fingering her. I then released her wrists and got down on my knees to suck her clit. She climaxed as only she can with a deep guttural moan that I just loved about her. She slowly came down making no comment.

I got up and looked round the kitchen and saw what I wanted and got it.

Returning to Gillian she was looking at me saying, 

"What do you want that for?"

"Never mind." I got rough with her and turned round to push her over the table on her tummy and slapped her bare arse hard with her skirt round her waist.

"Ouch you fucker that hurt."

"Good, you deserve it you churlish cunt."

There was a history of her being churlish when we were not at one that will unfold later. Now I just needed to take her with a roughness that even surprised me. I kept on smacking her arse. She moaned but did not tell me to stop. I then saw the cane carpet beater hanging on the kitchen wall within easy reach. It was rarely used for its purpose but I had thought of using it in the past but never had the nerve. I lifted it off its wall hanger and brought it down on her exposed arse which was now a gentle pink. I had held her down with my other hand.

"Why are you beating me you fucking bastard?"

I noticed how she had not told me to stop and replied, "because it makes me really horny for you and you deserve it for being such a cow."

"Alright Ian do your worst, at least I have your attention."

"Good cos I'm not finished yet."

Gillian started fingering herself really getting in to a submissive frame I had not seen before.

I pulled off my trousers and pants with a very hard cock facing her arse. I gave her one more slashing with the beater then dropped it on the floor. I coated my fingers with the butter I had reached for and then pushed a finger into her arsehole. She just squirmed, "not there Ian, you know I don't do that." I ignored her and took more butter and coated my very ready cock with a lashing and pushed toward her.

Her rectum was tight but butter accessible as I pushed but allowed her to adjust. I was still outside giving her distinct pressure on her sphincter She went very silent. I continued to push relentlessly.

"Ouch that hurts you fucker."

"Yes, I'm your fucker, only this time your anal fucker and it's going up your beautiful arsehole, cos that's what you need you repressed shit."

She didn't reply or try to stop me. Slowly my head penetrated the pink tight closed crevice and I found myself just inside her tight hole. I waited then proceeded to move deeper into her rectum. I was now fully in her up to my hair. I slapped her cheeks with both hands as I connected with her just with my cock. It was the most sexual moment we had had in months.

Without comment Gillian resumed her clit stroking with her fast moving fingers. She knew where I was going and she knew she had to look after herself. I continued slapping her cheeks hard with my hands which seemed to rouse her even more.

Just then she stiffened her whole body, went into a suspended silence then roared her voice at me, "yes Ian fuck me, cum in me, hit me I need you so badly, I've been desperate, absolutely desperate."

I paused taking in what she said for later and then resumed my anal fuck with a sense of release that I had finally found a way of breaking through to her. She returned my movement in harness with me and I finally came and released all my pent up frustration with her right up her rectum.

I pulled out slowly still fairly hard and pulled her off the table and presented my cock to her face, holding her hair to fix her in front of my prick still dripping a small amount of spunk. Pushing at her mouth, she opened up and took it, ever so slightly speckled with her insides, into her mouth. She cleaned me up, doing a good job. Gillian pulled my down to her level on the floor and sought my mouth. I didn't hesitate and we tongued each other as we came down from our frantic reverie.




Connecting With Mother Ch. 02



Later that evening when we had returned to our wine, Gillian relaxed following her release sexually.

I casually asked her what she'd meant by being absolutely desperate. 

"I hope you won't be angry Ian but I have been very lonely and needed some company."

I listened and waited and wondered.

"You know my brother, John's wife left him three months ago. He phoned very distressed a couple of weeks ago and went on and on talking down the phone to me. So I asked if it would be better if he came round on the Saturday evening for supper after the kids were in bed. He leapt at the suggestion and came round about 8. I made the supper and we had some wine and he was very voluble, angry and sad. I suggested he get out of the house more after work. He said he didn't feel very confident these days and I asked why. He blustered that he had lost any sense of how to go about being social with women and when he did try he blew it with the date he had. I asked how and he replied that he just froze when the woman came on to him and he ran from the situation. I then asked him if he managed to look after himself. He knew what I meant and said he didn't really. Should I believe him I thought. Then he said I was the only woman he felt comfortable with. Because I'm your sister? No not because of that. He then went into a long ramble about always liking me. I agreed I had always liked him. He then came in with -- no more than that. What can you mean I said? Then he just said it -- sexually. I was astonished, yet strangely comforted feeling a bit neglected myself. 

To cut a long story short he persuaded me to try to give him an erection and give him a hand job. Are you alright with this Ian, you haven't said a word?"

"Go on Gillian, did you?" But I was getting a slight stirring below unnoticed I think. "I did, do you want to know the details?"

"Of course."

"I went and sat beside him and undid his zip. It felt quite mechanical. I pulled out his cock and it was very floppy no sign of going hard. I started to play with it with both hands, one not being enough. It still didn't work. I saw him looking at my breasts, I had my tee shirt on and had not worn a bra. He moved his hand to my breasts and started fondling them." "Did you like it?" "It felt odd at first, but yes it did, certainly better than always doing it to myself. He began to stir and get harder. He then went under my T shirt and started to play with my nipples directly. But then he placed his hand on my head and pulled me toward his cock. I thought well this will get it over more quickly and I went down on him. He got really hard then and I held one hand on his cock to stop him pushing too far and just kept my mouth round the head of his cock. He didn't last much longer and came in my mouth before I realised it." "I'm glad that's off my chest Ian sorry about it." "What happened after that?" "Well he felt full of guilt, apologised and soon after some desultory conversation left. 

"What about you?"

"I felt guilt and shocked at doing that to my brother, but I have to tell you I felt horny after he left and went to bed and wanked myself to sleep.

"What did you think about whilst masturbating? Don't worry I don't think I'm angry."

"I can see you've got an erection anyway. Well I found it really sexual to think it was John I was doing it to and that he got hard when he started stroking my breasts and how he got harder in my mouth and....

"Why don't you masturbate while you tell me? Wait a minute." I went to our bedroom and got my lubricant and brought it back. "Carry on." I had removed my clothes and was naked. We masturbated to each other.

"When he came in my mouth I realised I was not shocked but just took it in my stride and swallowed."

"And?"

"I just fantasised then thinking of him being here again when you are away and thinking what's the harm in it? 

What would you like to do?"

"I'd like to tease him to death until he couldn't stop himself and let him fuck me if you must know."

"I'm ok with that. Now come and suck me off for getting me high again you incestual slut." Gillian came over to me relieved that I had not scolded her or worse and proceeded to suck my hard slippery cock whilst she wanked herself at the same time. She was ready I could see. As she went over I pulled out of her mouth and took my hand to aim my spunk all over her face and glasses. We both collapsed then. She came up to me wet with my spunk and she hugged me and kissed me.

"I love you Ian. Thank you it's just sex with John, I don't feel other than brotherly to him and I do get lonely when you're away."

Gillian did not ask me about my sexual activity whilst in London and I didn't proffer any of my activities though I did wonder how she would feel about my mother and me.

To be continued. . .



Connecting With Mother Ch. 03



The effect of my staying home with Gillian that weekend was quite profound. I had found a way of being and relating to her that was significantly different sexually from the past. Our relationship had been highly sexual, indeed that was the initial attraction and immediate. However, once we settled together our sex life became routine and vanilla like. In turn our lives became surface in nature rarely stepping into sorting out our increasing distance with each other. I started avoiding discussing my sexual thoughts and feelings and Gillian went into an unwitting collusion with this as the children preoccupied hers and my time. We had become a good family but I had gone private with my sexuality. Least of all could I have shared my recent preoccupations about Mother with her, ditto that with Aunt Ellen. However over that weekend I had come to see that what Gillian ached for was to be submissive to my demands. My anal penetration broke through a barrier we had not breached before and were not to retreat to again. I was not perturbed about her brother’s familiarity with her either. In fact it was a bit of a turn on.

What I also recognised was that Mother and Gillian were rather formal and distant with each other. They were never alone together, always with me or the children. I had long realised the origin of this in my Mother’s jealously of any girls I became involved with. She always found fault with whomever I brought home. Once I understood I often went underground with girls, simply not bringing them home. Initially I avoided introducing Gillian. Mother softened when she saw that we were serious but I tended to see her on my own. The need to work in London was a godsend for her as she had me to herself again.

I’d said I would be back in the afternoon on Sunday but was back much later because of my mutual masturbation with Gillian and the excitement over the story about her brother. I let myself in quietly about midnight. No lights were on and Mum was in a deep sleep. I glanced in her bedroom. Being a warm night, she was naked with the sheet round her thighs and otherwise totally exposed. One of my incest stories had fallen to the floor by her bed. I went to my bedroom and undressed thinking what would be good to do. I felt really horny and dirty. I would save myself from fucking her for the future. We had plenty of time.

With a little lubricant on my prick I started to wank standing silently over her. She lay there in total peace. I luxuriated in the sheer flagrant joy of playing with myself over her, yet not quite sure how she might react if and when she knew what I was doing to her. I didn’t rush but enjoyed her body before me. Her tits full with their delightful slight droop and her nipples unstiff before me. Her thighs were slightly open affording a view of her recently rubbed clit which I could discern from the partial light from my bedroom. I was in a fever pitch of excitement and could feel my prick getting close. I came in a rush of spunk and aimed over her tits and face covering her in a spate of cum even though I had recently self spunked with Gillian. Groaning slightly I realised she was deep in sleep. Short of fucking her nothing was going to rouse her. My spunk began to fall from her lips, nose, neck and tits. Quiescent I returned to my bed and soon slept.

I became aware of a slight scratching on my nose. I tried to turn away but was unable as I felt my face being squashed. I slowly realised what was going on and ceased struggling. Mum was astride me with her cunt full on my face pressing her clit to my lips and opening them with her fingers at the same time.  Very moist I could feel and see that she had desperation to cum. I opened my mouth to accommodate her and lifted my tongue to explore and embrace her clit.

“So at last you’re awake you bastard. I will get my own back on you later for being so late. Meanwhile here’s your punishment for spunking over me you dirty shit. I love you for being so nasty and dirty with me. Now just make me cum on your mouth. I’ve always wanted this. Oh fuck its good, get that tongue round me just like that.”

I couldn’t speak easily without withdrawing from her cunt, so I got into giving her the mouth fuck she wanted. I had long masturbated at the idea of doing this to her. The reality was even better. I reached up to envelop her tits and squeezed her nipples hard pulling out her teats their full length to hardness, but she was already there.

“Oh yes love that's good, so good, oh Ian at last I can have you. I’ve waited years for this and your fucking so good at it, so good.”

I could sense her getting close. I moved my left hand down her back to her arse and caressed her cheeks. Pushing between them I found her arsehole and pressed gently but firmly into her rectum. That did it; Mum went over the top and orgasmed, screaming her passionate cum into my mouth and rubbing back and forth on my face to extract every moment of cum from me into her body.

Moving to meet my mouth with hers, Mum kissed her own cum with our saliva, or rather mine as she was quite dry in her mouth from her frenetic breathing and screaming. Her cum and my wet mouth combined to make it a loving, warm tongue embracing kiss as she came down from her high state.

She lay alongside me and we cuddled to sleep.

I woke late in the morning having gone into a deep sleep from all my cuming yesterday. I had been very happy to go to sleep, recalling our warm closeness following her cum on my face. I could still smell her and decided not to shave so that I could carry it through the day.

Unusually I was able to leave work early. I had been sustained by the images of last night and my cuming over Mum and her cuming over my face. Feeling horny again I decided to go to the club that I sometimes frequented to watch porno films and in the hope there might be some activity. That for me meant a woman coming there and the beautiful tension of whether she would or would not engage with the partner she came with or not. I was not to be in luck. However I found the films sufficiently distracting to get out my lubricant, which I usually had just in case, and got into a gentle wank. A punter standing near me had his prick out with the ambiguous opportunity to tempt me as he was about an arm’s length from me. I could easily have put my hand out to stroke him which he obviously would have liked. He then sat in the seat next to me, soon pressing his knee gently against mine. I let him. He touched my thigh. Because I didn’t do anything he slipped his hand up to my exposed lubricated prick which I had left alone and curled round my hard shaft. He soon increased his pace. I did not similarly respond and he appeared not to mind that. I knew I was getting close with the lubricant doing its job and quietly lifted his hand away, murmuring to him that I didn’t want to come just yet but thanking him for his attention. He nodded warmly not at all put out.

I did up my zipper and got up to leave.

On the way out I thought how though I was mainly het, I rather liked the anonymity of the club enabling that kind of contact without any pressure and the pleasure of that kind of contact. I could have taken it further if I had wanted but left knowing I could anytime indulge in my incipient bisexuality.

I left and decided I would walk to the pub. Maybe Mum would be there and sure she was, chatting amiably to some of the regulars. She greeted me warmly and suggested we take the comfortable chairs rather than standing.

“No shave today Ian?”

I couldn’t have expected her vaginal aroma to still be around, but I responded, “It smelt so good this morning that I couldn’t bear to wash it off by shaving.”

She just beamed at me.”It was wonderful Ian we must repeat that often, you really got me going. Did you have a good time whilst I slept? It woke me later as it was cold and wet. I hadn’t realised at first but then I put the light on and felt it dripping down me, looked in the mirror and realised what had happened. Thank you Ian I am glad I excited you.”

“When I saw you I didn’t want to wake you yet I felt very horny looking at you uncovered and so inviting. I didn’t give much thought to how you would feel about my wanking over you.”

“Just do it again when I’m awake, I just love being treated like that.”

I clocked that in my sexual memory bank.

“By the way Ian where were you coming out of on my bus route here? Were you seeing someone on the way?” I blushed slightly realising she had seem me emerging from the club which has a door entrance that is that does not blare out its purpose to the street, with only a small A4 sign saying it is a private cinema club. I wondered how I should respond. Denial or obfuscation or take it straight. I went for straight.

“It’s a private cinema club Mum.”

“You mean porn club?”

“Yes.”

“And work?”

“I had little work to do, so I just thought I would pop in for an hour or so.”

“Well another side of you I didn’t know Ian. Tell me more. Is it all men?”

I then spent the next ten minutes relaying to her the nature of the club, how it operated. She asked me again about it being all men.

“Usually yes, but now and again a woman will go in accompanied by a male partner.”

“Very interesting. I ought to be shocked really, but I don’t think I am which surprises me.”

We then interrupted by an acquaintance of hers whom I had not met before who clearly fancied her judging by his eyes casting over her in her usual outfit which displayed her lovely legs in stockings and her slight cleavage. She deftly despatched him by asking me if I wanted any more to drink and knowing how I would deal with that by saying I must be on my way which she also affirmed, deciding to leave with me.



Hailing a taxi outside I ensured we were not followed by Mr ‘Keen’ who had walked out with us. But I sensed impatience by each of us to get back home. As soon as we got through the door we were in each other’s arms and kissing with an urgency I had not had before. I realised that we had had a number of hiccups that prevented our passion for one another. Now we weren’t hampered by other people or competing demands. Mum finally felt assured that we both wanted each other and were going to let nothing impede us.

I pulled her into the living room and pushed her back on the sofa still mouthing her and exchanging tongues. Pushing her skirt up her thighs, I ripped her pants from her hips, tearing them in the process but succeeding in having her cunt revealed to me. I was beside myself and she was just as needy, opening her thighs, still stockinged and gartered, urging me to her cunt. I wrapped my hands round her flesh above her stockings and opened up her lips to a wetness I couldn’t resist. Placing my mouth near her cunt I blew warm air over her teasing her.

“Ian please yes do it please, I’ve waited so long for this.”

Gently tonguing her lips I slowly licked all round her vulva and pressed into her cunt penetrating in that place I wanted to be in too. I tongued her from her cunt up to her clit and back again, just teasing her clit but noting her reaction as I touched her there and as well as the tension when I moved away.

“That's so good, so good Ian.”

I went back to her clit concentrating now on building her up to cum. She went quiet as she focused on her desperate need. I could feel her tensing and flicked harder on her core. Getting more rigid in her hips I sensed an emerging release.

“Fuck Ian I’m there oh God it’s so good, yes don’t stop damn you keep going oh love yes, yes,  yess.....”

It took ages for her to come down. I lay may face in her soft tummy as I needed to calm too having given her my complete concentration.

Mum stroked my hair as she re-emerged from her blissful state.

“Ian let me look after you now, anything you wish I want to give you. I’m conscious that you have yet to come inside me. What’s urgent now Ian?”

“Just play with my prick Mum, I ache for your touch.”

“I’ll do that for you Ian. Let me strip you and deal with you, I hardly know you there do I?

Mum proceeded to pull off my trousers and pants, socks and shoes whilst I pulled off my shirt. Naked, Mum pushed me so I was lying back on the sofa with my bum near the edge. She sat on her knees between my thighs having removed her skirt with her garter belt and stockings still in place. Removing her blouse she then undid her bra to reveal her lovely breasts for me to enjoy. Leaning forward she lowered her floppy beauties to rest around my erection starting a silky tilt around my hardness. Grasping my shaft at the base with one hand and just fleeting across my slit I leaned back into the sofa to take whatever she was inclined to do. I wanted to be passively indulged.

I was feeling high from our passionate connection and the result of indulging myself on her cunt and clit. Mum was in a very loving mood as she tenderly grasped my prick for the first time to bring me to an orgasm. I found I could caress her soft tits and watched her nipples stiffen as I squeezed them gently between my fingers. 

“It’s been so long since I first thought of this Ian.”

“When was that for you Mum?”

“In your teens when you would go to bed early, I knew to masturbate. I wondered what you wanked to and hoped I was your subject.”

“You usually were Mum.”

“I couldn’t have done it then though what with your Father around and my fears about getting pregnant and it being wrong in most people’s eyes.”

“My wanking about you helped me through my teens though, I can tell you.”

Mum got up and left the living room suddenly and returned with my lubricant friend and proceeded to pour it over the head of my prick. The lubricant enabled her to stroke it much more subtly and control the timing of my cum more closely. 

“Oh fuck that's fucking beautiful Mum I can last all night like that.”

“We haven’t fucked yet Ian have we and I haven’t taken you in my mouth either.”

“Are we in a hurry Mum?”

“Oh that's a lovely thought, I don’t want to rush it either. So tell me what’s with the cinema club?”

She kept me on the edge bringing me close then pausing whilst I started talking about the club.

“I’ve been going there for at least ten years and the release into being able to indulge myself wanking was liberating and I felt free to do it in semi public. Slowly I saw that some men went there in the hope of getting off with other men. One screen had a passage at the back that led to the exit. In that passage they could watch the screen whilst being sucked or jerked off.  Occasionally, a guy would be fucked with guys playing with his cock at the same time. It wasn’t my scene though I quite liked the odd manual job whilst sitting watching.”

“I’m shocked that can happen so near to where we live. Don’t get me wrong Ian I’m not condemning it at all. You just don’t expect it do you? Do women go there too?”

“I didn’t think so until one evening after going there for months a couple came in and stood at the side aisle together holding hands. They were there for about an hour and I decided that nothing was going to happen and went out for a beer nearby. I went back after half and hour to see them sitting in one of the rows in the middle. She had taken off her coat and was wearing a black woollen dress down to her knees.  The seats were fully occupied beside them as well as in front and behind. Still nothing was happening. I was getting a bit frustrated from the hope that something would happen. Then I saw the man next to her move his hand to the lower part of her thigh near her knees. She didn’t move. He slowly started to caress the hem of her skirt. No response on her part. He moved so that he was both caressing her leg as well as moving her skirt up her thigh. This happened very slowly. The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes that could see were intent on the action. I was stiff as a flag pole. Numerous men had their pricks out stiff with the excitement and potential. His hand moved so that her stocking tops were revealed and her pale thigh came into view. It was delicious. Do you want me to go on Mum?”

“Yes, yes Ian. You must have loved it?” Mum had to go very cautiously now with my prick as I was so close. 

“Her acquiescence provided a signal to others around her. Again, slowly a man behind her moved his hand across her shoulder near her neck and wound down to her breast, obviously with no bra.  He gently stroked her breast. The man with the hand on her thigh looked to her partner to get an ok from him and he nodded. He moved up to her crotch and she parted her thighs to enable him to reach her. Simultaneously she leaned back in the chair revealing her pleasure at being indulged. The man beside her is now stroking her cunt and opening her up. Another behind her has his hand on her other breast as the men in front are now turned round and stroking her thighs and wishing to share her cunt.” I paused to stop Mum from taking me over the top. 

“Oh Ian is that it?”

“No. It was getting very congested around her and men are now leaning over to try to get a good view and my view is now being slightly impeded. Suddenly she signals that she wants to stop. All the men lean back and away giving her breathing space. To my surprise she pushes her dress down and stands up and walks towards the aisle and me, leaving her partner still sitting as well as her coat. She smiles at me as she walks to the front of the rows in front of the screen followed closely by me and a few others. She lifts her dress and slowly takes it off above her head tossing it to an empty chair revealing her in stockings, garter and heels with us all round her stroking her as she strips. I am beside myself and had been wanking openly in the aisle. One man is down on his knees trying to get his tongue inside her whilst others including me are stroking her breasts. I am kissing her shoulder. The whole scene is lit by the film which is shadowed on the screen by the bodies in front of it. She smiles again at me as she grasps my prick and says: 

“That's nice and hard darling.”

“That's lovely, if you carry on I shall cum” I responded. 

“So why not darling?”

“I gave in and she carried on wanking me against her naked thigh whilst I stroked her all over. I came in her hand as she just let it pour out over her.”

Just then Mum speeded up and wanked me with her hand just below her open mouth and I lost control and went over to her delight as she let it fly into her mouth. I was speechless with the sheer dirty intimacy between us.   

Continuing. . . .



Connecting With Mother Ch. 04



I lay back in the sofa as Mum swallowed the spunk that had gone into her mouth. She fingered the rest from her face and tits swallowing that as well, and then leaned to me to kiss me. I hugged her to me and pushed my tongue in her mouth to share her taste. We were both exhausted from our lovemaking and fell into a snooze with her head on my chest. 

I woke up to feel Mum still on my chest and I felt a bit cramped and tried to move quietly but she also roused herself realising my movement. We were both famished and got up in our undressed states going to the kitchen to grab something to eat. We sat close to each other as we ate at the table smiling at each other with the satisfaction that comes from new intimacy. 

"Ian it's late and I need to be up early tomorrow so I'll go off to my own bed if you don't mind."

"That's fine Mum, I'm bushed anyway."

She left leaving me with a superb sight of her arse lilting gently with her stockings and garter belt still intact. 

She left before I woke to recall the events of the previous evening. However when I got to work I had a phone call I didn't expect from her. I wondered if she was going to have any guilt about encouraging me to disclose my experiences about 'Round the Corner,' the term I used for the porn club fairly near Mum's flat, literally round the corner. 

"Ian I've been thinking about what you told me last night about the club."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Mum I can't discuss it now I'm in a meeting. Why don't we meet at the pub and discuss it there?"

"Sure Ian. I finish early today. Can you get away say for two at the pub?

"I'll be there Mum." I mentally altered my plans for the day. 

I was curious. I wasn't sure what she meant by 'thinking about' the club. I was truly mystified about her need to discuss it so soon after last night. 

I arrived before she did, bought a beer and a wine and settled down in a comfortable sofa away from the bar to ensure we were not overheard. 

She came in looking good and beaming a wonderful smile at me. She scanned the bar to find none of her locals were in yet. She was wearing a cotton blouse and skirt with her usual stockings and half heels that just gave a light emphasis to her calves. Summer in England had some advantages in ridding us of coats. 

"So Ian quite an evening last night."

"It certainly was Mum." I wanted her to open up so I was fairly cryptic. 

"I really feel close to you now Ian. It is so good to share such intimate things with you. I wonder if you would ever have told me about the club if I hadn't seen you coming out of there yesterday. I was struck by how excited it made you. Getting off with a total stranger like that. Amazing."

"A woman Mum."

"I know but even letting a strange man wank you is incredible. What makes a woman want to go round there to play with strangers? How can they do it? To be touched up like that. To be stroked all over by a bunch of men who she's never met and will never see again. I mean it's totally dirty isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

"Do you think she liked it Ian?"

"What do you think?"

"She must have, mustn't she? After all I suppose it must have been on her mind before she even went there. And she did have an escort, probably her partner. Do you think they were a couple?"

"Almost certainly."

She suddenly went quiet. I said nothing but just held her hand. 

"Ian do you think I could do it?"

"What Mum?" I was teasing her mercilessly. 

"Go round the corner?"

"On your own?"

"No, of course not. With you Ian."

I was reeling from the sheer sudden audacity in her and must have paused because she responded: "Oh Ian I'm sorry do you think that is disgusting?"

"Mum I'm sorry it's just I am rather overwhelmed by how wonderful the idea is I just could not believe it. Are you sure?"

"I couldn't sleep last night turning over the notion of a woman going there. I had three orgasms before I could sleep. Then this morning on my way to work and passing the club on the bus I began to wonder. By the time I rang you I had more or less decided depending how you felt about it."

I looked her in her eyes very close. "How about now?" 

"Oh god yes Ian, yes, before I change my mind. But what should I wear?"

"What do you think Mum?" I wanted her to think it through. For me that was part of the excitement and I knew she would feel the same. 

"If we go now I have to wear what I've got on. Is this alright?" 

What would you like to be wearing?"

"How would you like to be in the club Mum?"

"Oh I don't know. Accessible?"

"Go on. You must have thought about it."

"I thought it would be nice if I didn't wear my bra and panties."

"Wonderful you have really thought about it haven't you?"

She just beamed not missing the tightness at my zipper. She went quiet for a moment and then suddenly struck a note of caution. 

"Maybe I shan't feel like it when I actually get there. What happens of I get cold feet?"

I interpret that and suggest that we go to the club to watch the films. We will only play if she and I feel like it. That seemed to reassure her. I did not mention the option of leaving if she felt uncomfortable, but kept that to myself. 

"Don't go away Ian I need to go to the loo."

I sat back in the sofa tense with the excitement of it all. The idea of taking any woman there was mind blowing but taking Mum was fantastic. I would need to remember not to call her by that. I had no idea how the punters would react to that situation. 

Mum emerged from the loo. I immediately noticed the change. Her breasts were no longer standing out but flopped and swung gently as she strolled toward me. Her nipples were pressing hard against her blouse and she had undone a few buttons to reveal a slight cleavage. She had also renewed her makeup and her face made her look that just a bit more brazen. Her skirt, I realised, was a loose one at the hem but it was not possible to see whether she had removed her panties. I love the care she takes of herself and the potentiality of being sexual in public, albeit in the club. She is ready to go. We leave to the quiet unspoken astonishment of the men and some women in the pub who view her moving lilting breasts. She looks at one of the men and smiles as we go through the entrance. We walk in the summer warmth with my arm protectively around her waist. Anyone looking would just think I have a thing for older women. A few men passing by take surreptitious glances at Mum's chest and one gives her the come on look. 

"I like this Ian --being scanned sexually be all these men, particularly when I'm in the mood." 

We arrive at the club. The entrance door is open because of the heat. I am recognised by the man at the desk who acknowledges me. 

We pay and go downstairs into the dark and warmth of the main corridor off which are two rooms, one slightly larger than the other, each in rows of seats holding twenty to thirty people. We go into the larger room. There is space in the front row of five seats and we sit in the middle seats. The front row lets us stretch our legs as well as being a place for others to observe what may be going on as well as participate. 

Empty seats quickly fill beside us, next to Mum first, next to me, then behind us if there are any seats spare. The film is already running on a screen, large enough not to complain about seeing insufficient detail. The seats are now fully occupied. There is one isle down the side which soon fills near the front where we are sitting. Men also stand in the isle so that they can view along the rows as well as viewing the film. The atmosphere is charged simply by the presence of a woman, by the idea in every man's head and groin that something might happen, but each is not sure. Any happening is up to the couple and in our case each of us. If Mum or I do not feel it is just right, nothing will happen. So the atmosphere is charged in another sense, the sustaining presence of hopeful and excited men who are exercising constraint and the recognition that nothing will happen that is not wanted by either of us. The room gets to be crowded as men are leaving the other room having been informed there is a woman is in our room. The room can become charged in yet another sense too. Without being obtrusive, men are grouping in the isle and the physical pressure of men in a small and watching space can overflow so that Mum could feel crowded. One man easing himself to the front of the others can tip the emerging hopeful expectant atmosphere into a negative oppressive one that puts off either of us. This heaviness does not happen today.

We watch the film. After a while the man on the other side of Mum is rubbing his cock quite openly. He no doubt realises that Mum is not showing any sign as to how she may feel about it. Actually, I sense that she does not mind provided he keeps his hands to himself and does not wander over her. He does place his knee near hers but does not touch. Similarly, I notice that some of the men behind us are playing with themselves whilst looking at the video and her back. Sometimes the man directly behind us sits up to have a closer but still distant look at what we may be doing and at Mum's cleavage and breasts still covered by her blouse. 

I have my arm around her shoulders. We continue watching the film. The code is recognised that Mum does not wish to be touched by the men. The film is one which we both enjoy of a man and woman enjoying another woman who is being prepared for an anal fucking - which I'm sure touches one of Mum's fantasies. She turns to me and whispers, "would you like to do that to me Ian?"

I squeeze her shoulders in agreement. 

Movement. Mum lifts her hand to her blouse. She undoes a button then another. Another movement. She moves her leg nearest me nearer to my leg. The loose skirt separates at her direction and she slips her hand in her blouse. The skirt remains at her knee covering her thighs and legs. Slowly as the anal entry begins on the screen and in close-up, Mum begins to move her hand and fingers to masturbate her nipples. I remain with my arm around her shoulder, otherwise doing nothing. I feel excited by the idea and the fact of Mum pleasing, enjoying herself. She becomes fully absorbed by her own pleasure. All around us the men are concentrating on her whilst she engages with her own body. She undoes another button and removes her hand revealing substantial cleavage. She rests her hand with the other on her lap. It appears to be an invitation. Slowly the man behind her lifts a hand and gently strokes her bare shoulder near her neck. Mum doesn't respond. He takes this as acceptance. He moves down her chest and over her curving breast. She intakes her breath very slightly as he slips his fingers round her nipple which I could see was totally stiff. She squeezes my hand telling me she is very ok about this invasion and looks to me to see how I am taking it. I squeeze her hand in total accord. The man next to her watches this in complete focus. I can see him calculating. 

He moves his hand toward her and begins to stroke her stockinged thigh above her knee. She continues to look at the film. Getting brave he moves up her thigh to the top of her stocking. Her legs are still wide and exposed. Another man behind her moves to her other breast and is opening her blouse to lift out her floppy globes to everyone's view. Her neighbour sliding his hand further up her thigh finds her dark bush totally in view and begins to stroke her moisture. 

She closes her thigh at that point and turns to me. 

"Ian I want you there, no one else yet."

"Yes. Don't worry we aren't in a hurry."

The man next to her felt thwarted. Realising that she slips her hand across his thigh and begins to stroke is hardened prick. He smiles and gives in to an unexpected hand job. He is overcome. Mum recognising where he is hastens her pace. He goes over the top and shoots his load over his unfastened trousers. He groans, turns and thanks her and leaves. His place is taken by another man strategically placed to take that seat. The audience are now completely absorbed by her diversions. She is leaning back fully stretched out enjoying the by now multiple hands stroking her breasts. But she moves her own free hand to her nipples waving the other hands away but they ignore that. With her thighs wide open she slips her own hand down to her cunt. I signal to the stroking hands to leave off for a moment. They concur but most of those behind her are now standing up to watch. Men have also gathered at the front so she is surrounded by a bevy of men entranced by the spectacle. I have to signal to the men blocking the screen to move so she can still see the film that is partly getting off. 

Mum is on her own journey and the audience is with her. As she falls in with her own reverie, I know I can now assist myself and the audience in their personal and unspoken but recognised collective reverie. Mum is now more aggressive with her clit fingers, pacing them to immerse herself more. I carefully lift her skirt off both her thighs to show off her smoothed, stocking thighs and the contrasting whiteness above her stockings. Men near her gasp and standing a little away can see her masturbating as many of them are now doing - some no doubt wishing she is looking at them, but it is the film she is watching as the anal becomes more anal. 

I move the blouse off her shoulders. She is now free to help her breasts and nipples do as she wills. The skirt is open to her plump soft tummy and her legs are straight under her own created tension. Men are straining to look from the row behind without intruding into her space. One man is wanking himself apparently to the same rhythm as Mum. The men on either side of us and myself are moving our hands quickly.

I know and realise that her audience are also realising that she is intent. This is not what many of the men may have anticipated. They realise they are the audience in the truest sense - to enjoy Mum enjoying herself - she is there for her. Part of her enjoyment is to be seen, safely, engaged with her own beautiful body - knowing that she is being watched and that men are getting themselves off in the excitement of her presence.

There is a real quietness and expectation and hope that she will cum. They are silently wanking and willing her. Much of her body is on view now to all who can see and want to see. I am beside her. I know her. I know she can and may well come. My arm is still round her shoulder. Otherwise she is in her own body. My excitement is in the situation of Mum in herself and with all around us just watching and totally and deeply aroused by what she is doing.

Her finger pace is fast at her clit. She moves her hand across her breast squeezing and tightening her thumb and forefinger to each nipple to be hard on herself. 

"Ian take hold of my other nipple please." I take hold of her left nipple as she tightens her hold on the other. I twist really hard and she responds, "Oh fuck yes more."

Her neck pins down harder on my arm. I feel the pressure of her head and neck now. Mum sharpens and fights the pace on her clit, willing the elusive cum to be here now. From her throat she lets a low, deep strangulated curling moan that grows into a tight louder heaving noise that is her cum and is the unintended (for everybody else) announcement for all that everybody there has been willing her to cum. She takes a time to come round and land. 

Mum slowly pulls her blouse together, her skirt down a little and leans in to my shoulder to calm herself from the deep cum she experienced. I had never seen a woman masturbate in the club before. Men surrounding her were somewhat awed by the shared experience. They all sat back and one or two moved away to go. 

We were quiet for awhile as she recuperated and cuddled against me. No one touched her, respecting her space. I and they wondered if she had had enough.



Connecting With Mother Ch. 05



"I think that's enough Ian. I need a drink badly."

She did up her blouse and sorted her skirt. Her stockings, belt and heels were still in place so we could move fairly quickly to the aisle and up to the front office and entrance. As we rose to go there were the odd comments like: brilliant; lush; fucking gorgeous; do come again (or was it cum again?); thank you; when will you next be down?

The last is one I knew not to answer. To be specific on that would have drawn crowds in anticipation. Better to leave punters to go in hope. 

As we stepped out into the street into the late afternoon light I checked she was feeling ok. She reassured me with a hug and we stepped along with me checking we were not being followed. I had never known bad experiences at the club but it was my natural caution. 

We hugged all the way to the pub we had started out from earlier in the afternoon, her local. There were a few of her acquaintances there but none had been in the club to our knowledge. I resumed my normal distance from her given it was her local and she gave me a slightly dismayed expression but smiled knowing it was probably tactful to do so. 

I got the drinks from the bar and joined her on the sofa she usually headed for. A double gin and tonic wasn't her usual but she drowned it almost in one and asked for another. 

On my return I had a large draught of my beer and we sagged with ease into the sofa. 

"Ian that was amazing, just amazing." I squeezed her hand in recognition of her feelings. She just basked in the sheer thrall of it, beaming at me as if she had just consumed all the cream and couldn't stop the beaming. It was the perfect introduction to the club for a woman. To have been engaged as she was, be in control and not pushed by the men. 

"I hope I was alright for you Ian?"

"Jean, (I called her by her name in public -- she loved it) you were fantastic, but remember it was for your enjoyment. Anyone else, including, me getting off is great but not the most important thing -- your enjoyment is the key."

We then sat and recalled the incidents. She loved wanking the stranger next to her. "Funny yet powerful" were her words. But her best moment was making herself cum in front of all that audience willing her as she worked herself up totally uninhibited before them. 

Suddenly I went serious and preoccupied. One of the guys from the club had walked in and was ordering at the bar. He turned and saw us. I got up after giving Mum a reassuring hand squeeze and went up to him having clocked him. He asked if he could get us a drink on him. I noticed he was in awe and very respectful. I said he could but that we wanted to remain on our own rather than with company. He fully accepted that and said he respected our privacy. He wasn't a regular and obviously did not live in the area. He caught Jean's eye, swallowed the remains of his pint, smiled and departed saying quietly to me that he hoped we would be there again. Just as he left he gave me his card with a mobile number. I pocketed it. 

Jean was curious about him. She liked his manner and his demeanour, having noticed he had given me his card. 

"You could phone him just before we go next time Ian."

That was the dirtiest come-on I had heard out of her mouth. Looking around I kissed her on her cheek and asked what she wanted now. "You Ian. I need to leave. I feel rampant. 

We left and got a taxi back home. We sucked each other's tongues in urgent need as we found ourselves at the flats. The taxi driver winked at me as I paid him. "Wish I was in your shoes mate!"

Letting ourselves in, Mum tore at my denims to get to me. I pulled her blouse apart tearing the buttons open to get my hands on her tits. She stripped off her skirt leaving her stockings and belt and heels on. Pushing her to the living room I turned her round to face the sofa, held open her arse cheeks and tongued her dark crevice as well as fingering her clit. Soaking wet she screamed at me, "Ian now fuck me I need you in me, fuck me. I want just your prick up my cunt. Do it."

Sliding in her, I felt my prick home-in her tight cunt that had had no other prick in her for months, if not years. She was very wet and I sank up to her cervix, pushing at the head as I caught her to her hilt. I relaxed, no longer anxious about fucking her as I realised I had been over the last few weeks, perhaps out of concern that she might refuse at the last moment. 

From this delicious doggy position I could eye her arse as well as fingering her clit. She was getting close as I rubbed her nubbin more feverishly. Suddenly she screamed, "yes my dear darling son fuck it's just what I've dreamed about for years and I'm doing it with you, you lovely bastard. Fuck, fuck oh fuck that's it yes I'm cuming yes oh fuck yesss. 

She collapsed around me and dropped onto the cushions from her kneeling position. I adjusted to stay in her, intent on dropping my load in her rather than on her. 

She concentrated on my pistoning her cunt relentlessly. I realised I was feeling very aggressive now I was assured of her total acceptance of our incestual needs. I started slapping her arse cheeks. "Lovely Ian more, more I need it badly. Hurt me make me sore I want it so badly." I wet my index finger in her cunt juices alongside my prick and brought it to her rectum and pushed but it was resistant. 

"You dirty shit Ian. Yes do it. Finger my hole. Fuck me there too Ian. I haven't tried that in years Ian -- I'm starved. I carried on fingering her unyielding arse as I rammed my prick in her. She started shaking again as I moved back to her clit with my finger, flipping it quickly as she reached another climax, this time quiet and heaving with her breath as I shot my spunk into her receptive cunt. I was shattered with emotion and exhaustion from the last few hours' tension in holding her feelings and attending to her just in case she had frozen out.

We collapsed together now and slipped into a snooze for what seemed ages but in fact was just a few moments.

We were refreshed on waking and totally soaked from sweating and sexually devouring one another. 

We shared some water to replenish our thirst. She knelt down in front of the sofa and smoothed her hands over my naked thighs. She drew her mouth to my prick and licked the remaining cum off the tip and proceeded to clean up. She had no problem engaging my flaccid prick. It soon started to respond to her smooth cleaning which was soon converting to sucking as well as grooming my shaft with her hand. Sliding to the floor with her I moved in on her cunt and started to reciprocate as she was getting me high again. I found my spunk dripping from her and wiped it up with my tongue. She was relishing my prick but moaned when I began licking her clit again. I started to switch between her clit and her rectum with my tongue. 

"Ian that's great oh do it do it, I love that."

"What?"

"Your tongue on my arse, yes right there."

I drove my fingers into her cunt to catch the remaining spunk and her juices and moved to her rectum to deposit my catch in her hole. Her rectum was very resistant to my fingers, even with one finger. Tight bitch. 

Afterthought. Get the lubricant from my bedroom I normally take to the club when going by myself. Reassuring her I quickly go and return with it. Liberally deluge her rectum with the wonderful liquid (it beats Vaseline) and my prick after getting her to stiff me again with her sucking. We lift up so she is astride an arm of the sofa, leaning forwards to expose those delicious cheeks for my view and invasion. 

I start to pierce her anal orifice, pushing my stiff gently but firmly into the moist glistening den I aim to be in. She is still inadvertently resisting me but her moans suggest she really wants me there. 

"Gently Ian it's almost virgin there but I so want you in me." I continue to press my way forward. Just the tip of my circumcised prick is reaming a little inward now. The head is now in and I pause as she gets used to it. She is holding very still concentrating on allowing me entry as if it needs to be going the other way if defecating, but not. 

The lubricant is doing its job and very slowly I find I am slipping relentlessly forward into her tight dark red hole. 

"Oh Ian the pressure is exactly what I want but know I am resisting. What is happening now? Are you there in my arse yet cos I don't feel relaxed as if you were in my cunt. Ouch that felt like a big push you lovely bugger. Yes you're my bugger a real bugger. I feel as if I'm going to shit all over the place but that can't be it, can it?"

"No I'm almost there Mum just relax and try to get used to it. I don't want to hurt you yet I'm needing to dig deep to get my prick right in you. Oh god I'm nearly there, through your beautifully tight ring and getting close to your arse cheeks -- fantastic. I want to talk you through it -- it's so dirty. I love being in the dirt with you, you fucking shitty cunt. I'm there to the hilt and it's fucking marvellous. I've dreamed about doing this since I was a teenager and now at last we are doing it -- fucking your tight arse through your wonderful hole that's just right for me and I hope for you."

"Oh it is Ian. It is. I feel better now that you're in there. I have dreamed of this too Ian. Now just fuck the shit out of me like you would fucking my cunt. Don't worry about me now just do it. Yes slap my arse too. Oh jesus this is fantastic. Let me look after myself while you drop your load Ian. Come on fuck, fuck, fuck oh yes, that's so good I'm wanking myself silly Ian it's so bloody good. Oh I can feel you going over Ian that's it oh yes, oh yess. Oh I love you my dirty son so much. Oh god yesssss. . . . . . 

I collapsed on her back on the sofa arm. She just absorbed my weight as we both came down from our near mutual orgasms. Brilliant sex or was it love or fucking or both?

We both noticed my prick slipping out slowly. I watched and we both felt it slip out, clean as a whistle. Without any hesitation she leapt to the head with her mouth and engulfed me cleaning it for me, though it was unsoiled. She slowly withdrew. To complete the circle I leapt to her mouth and tongued her to show my sexual love for her.

We moved to her bed and slid into oblivion wrapped together as I spooned her. 

I woke to find myself alone. It was Saturday and she had gone off to work at least an hour before I woke. In the shower I washed off the sweat and dried residues of our evening and felt strangely satiated. In the kitchen I found a note saying she had not wanted to go to work, would see me later after intending to phone me and would I strip her bed and get the washing machine going. 

I went back to bed and made a phone call home to the family. The kids were out Gillian informed me and what was I getting up to in London? I sorely wanted to tell her all but was strangely wary even though we had recently shared her dalliance with her brother. 

I decided to tell her about the club. She was very curious my not having mentioned it before. I slowly conveyed the details about the club, shortening the time I had frequented it to fairly recently, though I was a bit vague about that. She wanted to know what happened down there. Did I wank and cum. I told her about the gay scene there. Did I get into that? Not really. What does that mean? I told her how I let guys stroke me. And did you stroke them? She was right there and no churlishness was showing, at least not on the phone. I did occasionally stroke them. And did you go down on them or them on you? Really getting into it, I thought. 

Where are you now I asked?

"On my bed."

"Wearing?"

"A t-shirt, and that's all."

"And where is your free hand?"

"If you must know its round my nipple -- you're getting me going. I want you you shit."

"Good."

"When am I going to see you?"

"How's next weekend?"

"I'd like that?"

"I thought you were relieved I came to London to work."

"I was but the last time you were here, I thought we got on a lot better than we had been."

"How?"

"Well you more attentive with the kids and with me."

"And?"

"We actually connected with each other."

"I can certainly agree with that."

"And how is your brother?" I noticed my prick was stirring and I was casually stroking it. 

"He's fine."

"Has he been round again?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Well what Ian?" Was she going shy on me?

"When did he come to see you?"

"A few nights ago. He stayed for supper."

"You seem reluctant to tell me about it Gillian?"

"I don't want to hurt you Ian."

"Look Gillian you saw how I was the when you told me about it then. I had a steaming erection and I've got one now so what's the wavering about?"

"Ok I've got your point and thank you for understanding, so let me tell you."

"He came round about nine, rather late for supper and the kids were in bed. He looked very shy and almost guilty without saying why. I chose not to ask him why either. I had decided not to wear a bra again and my skirt was nice and short and my usual low heels. I had a drink before he arrived and he got into a couple of glasses pretty quickly. Over supper I saw how he was taking in my breasts pressing against my t-shirt. I remarked about how he seemed to be looking at them rather than at my face. I thought I would tease him a bit. He blushed. I said it's alright I don't mind him looking at them. Less blushing more squirming in his seat. 

"We finished supper and I went with my wine to the armchair and crossed my legs as he sat opposite me. I could see he was getting uncomfortable in his chair and he seemed to be tenting a bit. I got blunt and asked what he wanted. He replied that he wanted me to feel my tits and let him watch. Why, I asked, should I do that? Is that what he had been wanking about on his own? Hesitantly and obviously thrown he agreed he had. Fantasies eh? Yes he said. 

"Without responding I began to stroke, first with one hand and then with both, then encouraging my nipples with my fingers. He was totally fixed in his attention. I noticed his erection and looked up at him. He seemed to take a hint and pulled his zipper down and got his hardon out to show me. Why don't you wank and I'll carry on playing with these. 

"I was in the armchair as he stood up and over me. He started to wank seriously standing near my face, but I didn't offer my mouth. I just concentrated on my breasts pulling the t-shirt above to let me rub my nipples more directly. 

"What else did he fantasize about? What he is doing now was his response. "So wanking very near my face whilst I squeezed my nipples was his way of getting off. I lifted my skirt. He saw my shaved cunt (yes I've shaved myself to see how you like it). I got to my clit with one hand the other remaining on my nipples crossing over but mostly on my right nipple, the most sensitive. 

"He told me to go and lie on the floor. He obviously wanted me supine and passive yet I continued to wank my clit and nipples with my t-shirt above my breasts and my skirt round my waist. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable yet growing hornier with all my finger work. 

"He continued wanking but more slowly. I closed my eyes momentarily concentrating on my budding cum. 

"Suddenly I felt a warmth over my tummy, then my breasts. Opening my eyes to him pissing all over me and now on my face and glasses. He then sprayed over me down to my cunt and back again. Just as he finished over my mouth and cheeks I went over in a huge self-induced cum. My whole body must have frozen as I went into my reverie. 

"I just lay there in my post-cum state and calm with myself. He restarted wanking his hard penis over my chest and head, about three feet above me, still in his shoes and denims round his ankles. He went over just then and proceeded to release his spunk on my face and breasts careful to spray without missing my body. 

"I said nothing and just looked at him. He was very post-cum embarrassed, pulled up his denims, muttered something about getting me a towel, my telling him not to bother and sulked out of the house with a thank you and goodbye. He obviously didn't know how to take care of a woman at all. Fortunately I preferred to look after myself. He must have drunk loads before he arrived. I was drenched as well as the floor. Thank god for pine floors instead of fitted carpets. 

"How did you feel about him?" I asked. 

"I was a bit pissed off with his attitude. I know he will wank about it for months. If I am charitable I think he was feeling guilty. I know you would have looked after me." 

"How do you feel now?"

"Great that I'm connected with you again Ian. Heh, tell me more about this club you go to. How long have you been going there?

I took a leap. "About five years, when I used to go to see Mum by myself."

"Really. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I had only been at Mum's for about three months. 

"I didn't think you would like me going there. But we seem to be ploughing new fields of our relationship."

We certainly are. I can't understand how we didn't connect early at all. "You didn't say if you went down on the men Ian."

"I don't. I regard that as I risk too far. Nor do I let them go down on me."

"What about women there Ian?"

This was potentially risky ground. "What do you mean?"

"Don't beat about Ian -- you know what I mean.

"Yes, they do."

"Fucking hell, do they?

"Yes." But at the same time wondering how she'd react. 

"Alone?"

"No with a man." I then started to tell her the story I had told Mum about the first woman I experienced to go there when I went, which happened a long time after I had gone for the first time. 

I relayed the details. She kept asking more like did they play; enjoy their partner, other men, if so how, and then what about me. I slowly unravelled the story of how the first woman got onto me and how she moved to the front of the room with me close to her and her naked now and being played with. 

"Oh fuck Ian you've got my clit going you shit. I'm cumming. Oh fuck it's so good, so fucking good. Yesssss. 

She went very quiet for what seemed ages on the phone but must have been about a minute or so. 

"Are you alright Gillian?"

"Oh, Ian I'm in a lovely place now thanks to you. I think I should like to come and stay with you at Jean's some weekend Ian provided she can cope with me and we can park the children. Maybe even try that club of yours?"

"What's happening to you Gillian, you've changed."

"You changed in your attitude to me Ian. Suddenly I'm a sexual being for you and not simply a Mum who takes care of your children when you are away." 

"We should definitely explore that idea. Mum might even get over her jealousy around you, but I am a bit cautious about that." 

"Well Ian I certainly won't take offence any more. I used to when she tried to exclude me."

Possibilities began to emerge in my mind.



Connecting With Mother Ch. 06



The idea of Gillian being in London for a weekend without the children appealed to me, particularly the notion of taking her to the club. 

We managed to park our children with their aunt for the weekend. I decided as this was a new departure for Mum that it should be a short weekend, from Saturday afternoon till Sunday evening. Mum had not gone all tight and jealous and I put this down to my new relationship with her. I knew implicitly there was a risk but decided to live with it. I was to meet Gillian at the station and we would make the short journey to Mum's flat before she arrived. 

However the evening before Gillian's arrival she phoned me on my mobile whilst I was at work and suggested going to the club before we went home. I also knew that Mum would be working Saturday afternoon anyway so we wouldn't see her till nearly 7pm. 

Being at work I couldn't explore Gillian's suggestion as I would wish and promised to phone her later that night. But she was obviously high with excitement. 

That night Mum had been out visiting friends so I had the flat undisturbed. I rang Gillian. 

"Sorry I couldn't talk earlier from the office, but you sounded in one good mood Gillian."

"Ian I was and am. But I have started to get cold feet about tomorrow. It's probably just anxiety and uncertainty about what might happen."

"Gillian we won't do anything you don't wish. I will be right next to you all the time. We can leave anytime. I have never known anyone coerced into anything. They are all deeply respectful of couples there and realise they are entirely in our hands as far as anything happening is concerned." 

"Then what shall I wear Ian?"

"Would you like to feel free as well as accessible?"

"I see Ian it's really up to me. Ok so how about heels, stockings, garters, short skirt, bra and blouse?"

"Sounds wonderful. Would you like to wear a bra Gillian?"

"They aren't as firm as they used to be Ian. But your right, if the bra is in the way it'll just come off and then my tits are going to droop slightly anyway."

"They'll love them I assure you and they are so responsive too."

"God Ian I wish I was there now."

"It does close at 10pm Gillian. Only once did I go there after 10. 00 and that was because the woman of a couple was shy and her partner asked the manager if they could go in after closing time. He agreed and we rustled up a few regulars and waited in the next door pub."

"Was it good Ian? I mean worth waiting for?"

"Definitely." I hesitated to tell Gillian that this was the couple who got to know one of my acquaintances well and instead of going to the club she preferred to go to his flat with usually about ten other men to have sex at his place. 

"Ian lets save ourselves till tomorrow then. You have reassured me completely. I just feel lovely and horny now and want to stay that way. Oh and how is Jean toward my being there overnight with you both?"

"It's a new step Gillian without the children being around so we will have to see. I hope it will be fine."

I met Gillian at the station. Mum had been fine when I saw off to work in the morning, so all augured well for the weekend. 

Gillian looked ravishing in the outfit she described and carried a light raincoat along with her overnight bag as we rushed to each other. She regaled me with what happened on the train on the way as the man opposite her in the carriage realised she was braless and proceeded to ogle them all the way to town. 

I had agreed we would meet Mum at her local after her work. I told her Gillian was arriving later than she actually did so we had cover. 

"I need a stiff drink Ian right now, for some dutch courage." In the station hotel we had our drinks, hers a malt whisky and mine real ale. She told me how she had smiled at the voyeur near the terminus and he had pressed a card into her hand as they rose to go. This was a step forward. She would never have told me in the past about such an experience. Indeed she would probably have missed it in the past too. She showed me the card. He lived in Brighton our home town. Another thought occurred to me for the future maybe. 

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be Ian. Take me to the place of lust. I have such fantasies about it you just wouldn't know."

"We walked in the afternoon sunshine for awhile until she asked how far we would be walking."

"We should get a taxi I think. It's about a mile."

"Not in these heels Ian." She was right. Hailing a taxi we got him to stop round the corner from the club so as not to draw attention. 

Entering the club from the street I was greeted by the manager Brian. 

"Ian my boy how are you? Well I can see," looking Gillian over but, as ever, discrete about my previous visits. 

There was no one else in the small foyer where he took the cash and usually had acquaintances like me idling around passing the time of day. 

"Quiet today Brian?"

"About usual Ian probably half full, the usual crowd at the back enjoying themselves." This a reference to the gay community who frequented the club despite the hetero films. 

"Go on down Ian that's fine." 

Typical Brian, not charging me for entry. Of course women go in free anyway. We made our way down to the basement corridor. Off each side were the cinemas. As I was in front I quickly scanned each room and chose the slightly larger room as some of the seats at the front were empty. I motioned Gillian to follow me to stand in the aisle alongside the rows of seats. There were about 8 rows and the same number of seats in each with standing room at the back where gays tended to congregate to mingle with each other. We stood in the aisle to appraise the situation. All eyes were on Gillian. Brian had kindly put her coat and overnight bag in a safe place so we were unencumbered. She had not worn her bra so her breasts were nicely pressed against her white silk blouse that was buttoned to her neck. The light from the screen reflected on her blouse. I was standing at an angle to her that enabled me to observe the audience as well as her blouse at the front. The screen had an immediate effect upon Gillian. Her nipples were stiff against her blouse. Guys sitting were giving her the view treatment. A middle aged man standing in front of her had his stiff prick on view. He turned at right angles to her, slowly stroking it hoping she would take over for him. But she ignored it, do doubt wanting to keep her options open. I put a protective arm around her in case she was getting cold feet. Her arm over mine, pressing against mine told me she was easing into it. She quietly whispered to me, 

"Ian this place is out of this world. I wouldn't have dreamed a place like this could exist. I like it. It's so dirty."

"Would you like to sit down yet Gillian?"

"In a minute or so."

She then turned back to look at the screen. The man in front was now visibly wanking taking in the sight of her nipples. She just gave him a direct smile. That did it. He shot his load in front of him, fortunately into space between him and the seats. He had the good sense not to unload over Gillian. When he had sated himself he turned to Gillian and just mouthed, 

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, my pleasure."

He raised his zipper and withdrew smiling. 

"I would like to sit down now Ian, where do you suggest?"

"The front row, to give us space and to move easily if necessary." That was the old hand speaking from the past. 

In the middle of the front row there were about four seats vacant. I led Gillian and we took up the middle two with her on my right. The vacant seats immediately became occupied as well as those in the next row behind us. Gillian settled in with her head in my shoulder as I cuddled my arm around her. We watched the film for awhile, it must have seemed ages to the regulars, but they were very patient waiting for cues from us. The film had an incest theme with brother and sister getting off. This bemused Gillian who dug me in the ribs when the sister sucks him off in the kitchen echoing her recent experience. This was followed by the Mother eyeing her son in the bathroom masturbating to thoughts of his Mother in bed playing with herself. Gillian came in then with, 

"Well Ian I hadn't thought of that one." She left it and I didn't comment. 

It was horny stuff and one of the club's better films. All round us the regulars were checking us and Gillian out for signs of activity. Gillian became totally absorbed when the Mother and son were fucking. Almost involuntarily Gillian passed her hand over her blouse slowly stroking her breasts and centring on her nipples. She used her other hand to unbutton her blouse from the neck. She slipped her playing hand inside and ran her fingers across her breasts. I gave her shoulders an endorsing squeeze and she leaned up and kissed me. Gillian then surprised me. 

"Ian take your hand from round my shoulder." I did just that. She then let her hands fall to her lap and sat there watching the film as the son began to rim his Mother's rectum. She squeezed my hand then let go. I wondered what that message was about. 

From behind a hand began to stroke her neck, very softly slowly moving forward. Simultaneously the guy on her right, about our age, was just beginning to stroke her leg near her knee. She just let it all happen with no intervention on her part. She wore a loose skirt (good forethought). He began to circle her knee. As he did this the hand was moving down her chest to open her blouse, carefully opening the blouse further to reveal her right breast. It suddenly popped into view, nipple and all. She looked ravishing and gave me a swift glance and smile seeking reassurance from me I thought. I returned her smile but didn't intervene. The man behind cupped her breast very gently savouring the privilege. Beside her his hand began to push her skirt up a little more swiftly having observed the action above. She opened her legs a little. Real encouragement. His hand revealed her whiteness above her stocking. He ran his hand round her thigh feeling its wonderful smooth softness. 

"Ian I want you to be the first down there."

"Fine Gillian I will."

Gillian took her hand to his on her upper thigh and gently put it on his own lap. His prick was fully erect. She slid her hand round it. Whilst stroking it she gazed expectantly at me. I took the cue. 

I got down on my knees in front of her and opened her thighs, lifting her skirt to her waist. She had no panties on. Her fully haired cunt was exposed to the light coming from the film as well as her beautifully stockinged legs and thighs. All around were focused on her body, whilst two were engaged in leaning forward caressing each breast from either side. 

Meanwhile another man, again about out age, moved into my seat. Gillian now had two pricks to play with. She also slipped down the seat a little to give me better access. 

I moved forward toward her lips and opened her up with both hands. She was very wet. I exposed her cunt to the audience and stroked her clit with my finger. Her head went back into the seat in response to my caressing her core. One of the men who had been playing with her breasts stood up and offered his exposed hardon to her cheek. She didn't know quite what to do, but hesitated. I think she was seeking something else just then and I was going to be it. She still held the cocks and others played and suckled her nipples. 

I moved forward. Her cunt was glistening. I stroked my tongue across her labia on both sides, piercing her vagina as I crossed from one to the other. I moved to her clit and surrounded it with my sliding tongue. I knew her well and recognised she was in her very own reverie as I increased the pace around her clit. 

I noticed her thighs were now fully stretched out in front as men stood on all sides around us wanting to be in on the action. 

Moving my hand up between her thighs I pushed up to her buttocks and pushed my finger amid them. I found my destination, her hole that I had recently penetrated for the first time. She gasped at that contact but made no move to stop me. I pushed in. This just excited her further. She was on her way now and nothing would stop her achieving her end. 

With no notice she started her orgasm, slow at first but building to a crescendo I had never heard before in the club, not even with Mum. She just screamed her cum as if we were on our own. It was wonderful to be at the centre of that cum. 

We were a newly bound couple who had found each other after years of circumnavigating each other. 

I stayed at her clit until she had come down from her mesmeric place. She wanted a cuddle to complete her spell. The guy who had taken my place got up politely but I sensed less than willingly as he had been wanked by Gillian just a few moments before. She tucked into me and held me tight. 

"Ian that was just incredible. I love you you bastard, love you."

Slowly we re-entered the world of the club, but we hadn't really left it. It was the backlog to our ecstatic closeness. 

Gillian came round and regarded her audience. Cocks were aplenty and most stiff and expectant. We had a quick exchange then, 

"Ok fellas, no blow jobs, condoms only if you want a fuck but you can come over my tits." I was amazed at her self-assurance. No one offered any condoms. 

Gillian took pricks as they were offered and wanked them over her tits. Soon her tits were soaking in cum as about five men offered themselves to her. Some others wanted to do it themselves and spread their cum to her thighs and stockings. 

An air of calm surrounded us as most had satisfied their spunky needs. 

Quietly to me, Gillian announced she needed to clean up. I asked a punter I vaguely knew if he would go to Brian and get the key to the ladies loo. He returned and we got up. Whilst we were waiting a very young man came towards her in all her dripping state and added his cum to the small pool on her tits. He was in complete rapture. Nothing had matched this experience in all his short life. She gave him a smile. I'm sure he blushed, but he was already escaping up the aisle and away. 

We took the key and locked ourselves in to take time to clean up. Before she washed her chest she demanded another kiss. I managed to tongue before crushing my shirt on the spunk that had settled on her breast. I asked if she wanted to go back for more. 

"Ian that was more than enough for one day. Anyway we have the evening with Jean to look forward to." What the hell did she mean by that?

"Anyway Ian what about you? I've been well looked after but you?"

Gillian it was marvellously satisfying sharing that with you. I feel completely different about you."

We emerged from the ladies loo into the corridor where some of the members had congregated. There were new hopeful faces too. We assured them we would be down again. When. No when. Just some time. 

Upstairs Brian greeted us with, "My darlings you were very popular. Madam if I may say so, you were a ball."

We collected our things and made our goodbyes to some of the enthusiasts from downstairs. 

As we left I made sure we weren't followed. 

We agreed I would phone Mum on my mobile and suggest her local as it was already 6pm and she would be there soon. 

We arrived to some quizzical looks at me from the regulars who had only seen me with Mum, though they did not know of our relationship. I got a pint for me and a double whisky for Gillian. 

Mum rang back to say she would be a little delayed. 

Gillian looked ravishing after her experience and wanted to replay it verbally again with me. We kissed between shared pleasures of the club. She also adored the film and what she saw of it. Then, 

"So what's with Jean Ian?"

"What do you mean Gillian?

Before I could answer she entered the pub, paused to look round, saw us and came over. Gillian got up to greet her. She was unusually warm toward Jean. I was pleased. Mum was taking off her coat and I asked what she wanted to drink. She looked at Gillian's and said the same. 

I had a long wait at the bar as I observed them talking animatedly next to each other. I decided to order more for all of us and took a tray of drinks back to our seats. I sat opposite them even though Jean offered to move. I was happy they were apparently getting on so well. 

I noticed Jean was well groomed. I think her delay was her going home first to brighten up. She certainly was, dressed in summer cotton with a nice neck line revealing ample cleavage and a hem line to her pink dress that came to her knee, just. 

They both looked utterly delectable. Gillian will have noticed the change in Mum from the last time they were together. Gillian's mind must have been doing overtime wondering about the change in Jean's demeanour and physical appearance. I sat there looking up both their thighs at their stocking tops. This was heaven here now. 

They suddenly turned to me. 

"Someone seems to have a good view Jean, don't you think?"

"You're dead right Gillian as she smiled at her and me."

Jean then changed the subject. "So what have you two been up this afternoon? You'd be under the table by now on those drinks if you'd been here."

I looked at Gillian. 

"We've had fun Jean, real fun."

"Can I be let in on it then?"

"You say Ian." Perfectly shat on. How to respond to that I wondered. 

"Well Mum, we've been to the club." That stalled both of them. 

"To be frank Ian, I did wonder, given how ravishing your wife is looking. I wouldn't have thought you'd been shopping at John Lewis (a department store)." Jean then scanned Gillian's braless blouse and smiled at her and me. 

"How do you know about the club Jean?" Another googly from Gillian. Mum looked to me to respond. In micro seconds I had to decide to be devious or direct with dangers in both directions. I fudged it. 

"She just knows I go there."

"Dare I ask how?" either shitting or teasing me like hell. However I felt Gillian had control of herself and the situation. 

"Ian to be fair I did see you going in there from the bus and asked you later where you were going." Mum was giving me an out. But Gillian pursued. I had paused. 

"Well Ian how'd you deal with that then?" She was being at her piteous. 

"I told her about it Gillian." As they say in tennis 30:15. 

Gillian looked at Jean then. Jean just gave a beatific smile and looked at me. 30:30. I was flummoxed. Deuce. 

I could only respond with, "I think we should go home." They both agreed as we all knew we had reached an impasse. 

We changed the subject and finished our drinks, left the pub and I hailed the usual taxi that got us home within five minutes. Gillian remarked how lovely the flat looked and I showed her to my room and she dropped her belongings there. She didn't look at me and I was worried. 

We returned to the living room and Jean opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen and brought three glasses with her. 

Gillian broke the ice. 

"Jean, Ian and I have had a breakthrough in our lives and we're ever grateful to each other cos I think we have saved our marriage which is very important to me. I also feel a very different atmosphere between you and I Jean which can only be better than in the past, which was just painful. Need I go further? I think someone else should pick up the baton."

"Gillian I feel much better with you too. I can only think that it is because I no longer resent you. Actually I think you're a very spunky woman and I really like you now." She paused. It was now up to me to spill the reality. 

"Where shall I start? I have always been driven by one thing despite a very full life in all regards. I am simply driven by my desires and I can't seem to stop them. Yes Mum knows about the club. She did see me going in there from the bus. And yes I did tell her about it and she was very curious and yes she's been there too. And yes they did enjoy her as did she. Why did she want to go there? Cos she wanted me to take her there. Well and here it comes. Yes we are having sex together and yes it is good. And yes my life with you Gillian has completely changed and its bloody marvellous now and I don't want anything or anyone else in my life." 




Connecting With Mother Ch. 06



They just looked at each other after hearing all that and moved to hold each in their arms. They visibly wept. I just sat completely drained from my expiation. There was no other way I could have said it. Lying would have lost one or both of them. But it did create a moment of sheer panic in me as I grasped the significance of the moment. 

They were still holding each other and briefly looked at me in my disarray. Then I was astounded. Jean held Gillian's face in her hand and kissed her full on the mouth. No reservation. Gillian looked shocked for a moment and then responded by pushing her own tongue back into Jean's mouth. I just watched agape. They were frantic with each other, high on the afternoon's action for Gillian and on the underlying sexuality of the evening for Mum. I couldn't work out who moved fastest but in the end Gillian was on her knees between Jean's legs pushing Jean's dress up her thighs and god Jean had no panties on, completely naked above her stockings and belt. Jean tore Gillian's blouse open to try to reach her breasts but Gillian was more steadfast in pushing Jean back to give access to the lips Gillian was after – her cunt. 

I simply watched as they got lost in their reverie. Jean leaned back into the sofa and let Gillian do what she was going to do. I never had any incline that she was attracted to women. But she was relentless in her pursuit of Jean's core. 

My only reaction was to accept with gratitude what was happening and get my prick out to look after myself as I watched them loving each other. And they were passionate. Gillian was voracious in seeking out Jean's cunt. 

Jean relaxed into the onslaught she was being given. Gillian sought her vaginal opening and pushed her tongue into her, sweeping from her clit down to the end of her vulva without mercy. I noticed Jean rising to it holding Gillian's head as close as she could without stopping her assaulter's breathing. Mum was getting very close as Gillian swept up relentlessly to her clit and circled it delicately yet intensively until Mum burst into a scream that she was cuming and begging Gillian not to let go but to stay there please and just do her as she had never been cummed before. 

Jean came down from her high and pulled Gillian up to kiss her mouth that had just been at her central core. They hugged as if it were their last. Turning to me, Gillian announced, "Ian that was a complete surprise to me that that could have happened with Jean." 

"Gillian now its my turn. Please come up here and let me be down there between your thighs."

Ignoring me they proceeded to switch places so that Jean could look after Gillian. I was perfectly happy to witness all this. But as Jean entered Gillian's cunt, Gillian beckoned me to get behind Mum on the floor. She was urging me to fuck my mother. Gillian. I took in the significance of this and moved quickly removing my denims and pants and shoes and socks till I just had a shirt on and open. 

As Mum began to enter Gillian with her mouth and tongue I sidled up to Mum and lifted her skirt up. Her bum was proudly in front of me. I ran my hand from her coccyx to her clit, sweeping her wetness all over her and my prick. I was ready to fuck my Mother and Gillian was totally accepting of this highly significant action. I entered her vagina rapidly. Mum knew I was going there as soon as she felt my hands on her hips. We swiftly got into reciprocal movements as Gillian lifted her hips to allow Jean to sweep across her cunt. Mother adjusted her thighs to allow me full access up her vagina and I pressed home until I was fully up to her cervix. I hadn't cum all day and was very high. Mum less so but still found what was happening a revelation. Gillian just beamed as she watched me fucking her mother. As Jean brought Gillian off I found I could readily let go now after so much tension and high over the day. We came as Jean shouted for me to cum as she had taken Gillian over the top to both their satisfaction. 


Reader this story ends here. No doubt my characters will re-emerge in further stories. 



Connecting With Mother



Her screams were from the pit of her stomach. She really let go. I pressed her feet against my cock to let her know where I was as she calmed down.

"Did you like it this afternoon Ian?"

"Wonderful, I couldn't help myself when I shot my load. I nearly came in but was not sure of your reaction."

"I'm not sure how I would have been, but I just heard the door shut. I wasn't sure whether you were coming in or going out. So I looked out the window and saw you had gone. I tell you I was shocked to have been caught like that. I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom. That's when I trod the wet carpet. I looked down and saw the liquid on the carpet, not sure what it was. Using my finger I scraped the carpet and then saw the door also spattered. Then I knew it would be alright."

"What did you do with your finger?" I cheekily asked.

"What do you think?" blushing slightly at my remark. It did not need an answer. I just took my fingers from her cunt and stroked them over her lips. I put my fingers back in her cunt for another sticky load and put them in my mouth to taste and smell her cunt juices. She just glowed at the sight of me doing it.

"Oh Ian you've such a filthy mind haven't you."

"I need a drink Mum."

"Me to Ian, but what about you?"

"No hurry eh"

"No Ian, no hurry at all. We can just enjoy getting to know each other."

I refilled our glasses and sat back nurturing my cock slowly outside the trousers.

"Let me do that Ian" Mum put her legs up on my lap and started to rub her foot alongside my cock, returning my erection to its full length.

"Ian I want to watch you wanking. I've had enough doing it secretly"

"Why don't we both wank Mum and talk about watching each other doing it in the night while we do it"

Mum lifted up her skirt, opened her thighs and let me see her lovely cunt openly for the first time. She opened her cunt lips for me to get a deep purple view at the same time stroking her juices round her folds enjoying getting me fully roused again.

"I'm going to want you in here Ian, your tongue and that lovely cock youre stroking. Your very close aren't you. Will you have another load this evening? I hope so. Yes you will I can see your not like your Dad latterly. When he came that was it for the night. So I would wank myself to sleep after his fucking me.

"Mum you were sure this would happen tonight weren't you?"

"Why"

"Cos you left your panties off and your bra." She nodded.

"I loved seeing your tits this afternoon too. Get them out for me now."

"Ian, I'm not very proud of them, there all floppy now."

"I love them and those gorgeous long nipples." Slowly she undid the blouse and displayed them to me rather embarrassed. "Dont be ashamed Mum, youre not 20 any more and its natural. And from what I saw this afternoon they still work and get you very excited. God Mum I don't think I can hold back any more, your tits are so inviting."

Mum responded by teasing her nipples very hard so they were at their fullest length exciting herself further, and rousing me to a pitch.

With that I got up from the settee and stood over her and shot my load on to her tits and her face. Mum rubbed her clit very fast and came at the same time. I fell onto her and we kissed for the first time as mutual sexual beings. Falling back on to the settee, I watched as she took her fingers to my spent sperm and slipped them into her mouth to swallow me.

To be continued. . .