18 comments/ 111999 views/ 105 favorites Home from the Party By: CharleneBarr The beginning was a bit blurry. A bit? Ha! I was blotto. Dave and Maggie, my heroes, somehow manhandled me out of their car and hauled me up the garden path to the house, where the front door was already beginning to open. How did I come to be in this state? Well, we were all students, and students and alcohol tend to have this fairly easygoing relationship, as well as the fact that our gang needed little or no excuse to throw a party. End of exams? Party! Friday? Big party! Winter solstice? Parteeee...! Brian and Gemma break up? Say no more...party...! Only thing is...I was Brian, and my breakup with Gemma had knocked me for six. The obvious solution in the eyes of my mates was to get me back on track a.s.a.p. The party they arranged was a barely concealed catwalk of new potential partners being paraded for my benefit in front of my increasingly unfocused eyes. But it was no good. The alcohol did not have the desired effect. So while the crowd wandered off to dance and copulate, I continued to drown my sorrows. At some point I was lifted bodily like a rock star and transferred across a sea of hands out to Maggie's car, good old dependable designated driver Maggie, who I attempted to give a big kiss thank you to, but who recoiled in horror at my disgusting state. I was thrown into the back to mutterings of, 'a towel, just in case', and '... if he throws up... he's your mate, you'll clean it...' So now here we were, and the door was opening. In the light of the hallway stood the curvy outline of my mum, my gorgeous mum, not with a rolling pin in her hand thank heavens, but with arms crossed. I imagined how I must look to her - a kind of mutant scarecrow, my arms draped across the shoulders of my pals, my feet dragging behind. I raised my eyes through a scraggle of hair to her lovely face. "Penny for the Guy Fawkes, Missus?" and my head lolled back down. Dave mumbled, "Pathetic" into my ear and they heaved me up into the hallway while Mum stood back, her housecoat wrapped around her ample bosom. "Where do you want him, Mrs. Denton?" "Well, let's see, there's a rubbish bin out the back, but the collection's not till Tuesday and he'll stink by then...even more so... just put him down on the floor for now, would you?" "Righto." And with that I was dumped unceremoniously onto the hall carpet. I heard them exchanging a few pleasantries and I could see they were all smiles, Mum included. Yay, did that mean I'd gotten away with it then? Maybe I could sneak into that cubbyhole under the stairs and she wouldn't notice and she'd go back to bed and I'd get up bright and early and... The door slammed shut. A firm grip on my collar abruptly ended my crawl on hands and knees towards the cubbyhole. "Not so fast, you." I was dragged backwards and set with my back to the wall. Mum leant over me, her housecoat now open, revealing a delicate white negligee beneath. As she bent over me, her breasts hung forward, unencumbered as they were by any bra. Damn my blurry eyes! Focus them! "Hello Mummy..." "Don't you 'Hello Mummy' me, young man. God, just look at you... no, don't look at you, it'll make you puke...What am I going to do with you?" "Is that a shpe... a shpesh... that a particular question relating to my present qu...umm, quandry? Or is it a more general observation? Like, 'what's life?'" I looked up at her, with my best innocent face, probably blinking far more rapidly than I intended. Then I looked down at her chest and my blinking increased. Mum pulled her housecoat together at the top and looked me straight in the eye - my left one, I think. "What has she done to you, you poor boy? Ah, she never deserved you anyway... Come on then, we're going to have to get you up into the shower and then off to bed... somehow... mmm, I should have thought of that before your mates left. So you'll have to help me out here... oof, you're like a sack of potatoes..." "You can call me 'Spud'..." She leant over and stretched her arms out underneath my shoulders and pulled. Her housecoat had dropped open again, and the only effect of her pulling was to thrust my head straight into the cushion of her lovely scented bosom. I dug my nose further into the chasm between her breasts and nuzzled. "Now stop that! You're lucky you're pissed and not responsible...otherwise..." "Otherwise you'd kiss me and...and let me hug you, and...?" "I'd slap you." "As in 'slap and tickle'?" "As in a slap and a boot up the backside..." "Ooh, that's kinky you know...snot my thing though. Did I say snot? I don't mean snot's my thing...I'm losing track here... I prefer the more straightforward stuff with a busty lady... yourself comes to mind..." "Me? I thought Gemma's your type?" "Yeah, but she's not you..." Wow, out of the mouths of drunks... All this time, Mum had been somehow tugging and hauling me to the foot of the stairs. Now she stood back, brushing the disheveled wavy hair out of her eyes, observing me, a strange smile at the corners of her mouth, breathing hard with the effort to get me this far. "Isn't that just my luck. I get compliments from this great guy and he turns out to be both drunk and my own son... Jeez..." "So write it down ver...b... verbatim... and I'll repeat it to you when I'm sober..." She just looked at me and, with some kind of tutting noise, said, "Ha! Yeah, right..." We both turned and looked upwards to the top of the stairs... oh what a long way... and all uphill. "That's a helluva long way, Mum..." Mum sighed. "Don't think for one minute I'm going to try and carry you up there." "Well let me carry you then..." I managed to swivel myself into a sitting position and stretched my arms out, grasping her by her calves. I tried lifting, but my hands just slid up to the smooth skin above the backs of her knees. "Oops." She just stood there laughing, with my hands pulling at the back of her legs, her hands resting on my shoulders. She allowed her knees to bend and was then squatting in front of me, our eyes almost level. One hand came round and stroked my hair away. Why was she looking at me like that? "You're so lovely," stroke, stroke, "I can see your dad in you," stroking my cheek, around my ear. "He was a drunken pig as well, then?" "Well, you stink like a pig, but you're delicious..." "I'm an acquired taste..." Then she leant forward and kissed me on my nose, my forehead, and a quick peck on my lips. "I'd give you tongue but you'd probably throw up all over me..." Had I imagined she'd said that? When you're drunk you can have brief moments of absolute clarity, can't you, and I'm sure that was one of these moments...or maybe not though...? She stood up again, still ever so close. Her housecoat remained open, her flimsy negligee on full view. It came down to just below where my hands were still embracing her legs. I could see them disappearing up into the folds. Yes, I could see my arms through the white silky material, just as I could clearly see her legs, rising and widening upwards until the dark patch of a mound pushing the negligee outwards at the base of her stomach marked her unattainable womanhood. Now this WAS clarity, and for that moment my stupor dissolved and it was as though I was observing Mum's thatch in glorious Hi-Definition, noting the vertical indentation and the individual spiky hairs penetrating the material. I was struck by how well-tended it appeared. I looked up into Mum's face and she was gazing down at me with some sort of emotion in her eyes...love? I reached out my hand, but with that movement, the spell was instantly broken and Mum pulled away from me. "OK then, let's try and sort this out, shall we?" My hand dropped back to my side. "I think it might be best if you try and crawl up the stairs on all fours... I'll be right behind you to support you... you think you can do that?" "'Course I can..." Left hand, right hand, left one again... My hands were making good progress, but the rest of my body didn't seem all that bothered about keeping up... until I was lying like a plank on the stairs, my feet still rooted to the bottom. "Houston, we have a problem..." "I think maybe it's time for that slap I promised you..." She brought her hand down hard on my backside, but instead of it urging me upwards, my only response was, "Ooh...! Don't forget to tickle me as well. I love that..." There was a snort of laughter from behind me, and then Mum's two hands pushing on my bum, her grunting, the whole weight of her body seemingly behind the effort. Still I didn't move - apart from me twitching my buttocks in her grasp. She in return pinched them hard. "Mum, that's foreplay..." "If that's foreplay to you, I think you need a few lessons, boyo..." "Yes I do...indeed I do...doodoodedoo... Will you teach me? 'bet you're a great teacher... you already know how to spank..." There was silence for a moment. Then Mum clambered up across me, using my head as leverage, and I saw her bare feet climbing to the top of the stairs. I raised my head. She stood there at the top, an enigmatic smile across her face and her legs apart in Wonder-Woman mode. Her hands rested on her hips, jutting them forwards and holding her housecoat open so that her whole negligee'd body was on display. Then she slowly started to hum. She didn't take her eyes off me. Then, "La lala lalaaa..." Her body began to sway in time to her own rhythm, her eyes half closed. Her hands came down to her thighs where she gently caressed them, then up again, threatening to bring the negligee with it and to expose herself. But at the last moment it was released and it slid back into place. One hand began to explore over her body. It drew a line down from her cleavage to her navel where she splayed her fingers and rubbed them across her belly. She closed her eyes completely but didn't lose the smile. "Lalalaleee..." Her hand came up and cupped first one breast, and then the other. Then with her index finger she made small circular motions around the dark areola. The index finger of her other hand came up and attended to the other nipple. Her head was now thrown back, her hips were rolling, and her fingers, one clockwise one anti-clockwise, were teasing her nipples to erection. "Ladahdadadadee..." She was building to a crescendo and she had my full attention. Then she was looking down at me. Her smile no longer the friendly sort, it was that of a temptress, a predator - purely sexual. It was daring me to act... Slowly, still humming her song of enchantment, she let the housecoat slip from her shoulders. Her eyes fixed on mine as it dropped to the floor, but my attention was now drawn to her figure, because the light, above and behind her, served to throw her whole body into sharp silhouette. Her legs still wide apart, I viewed the tops of them where they didn't quite come together in a point, but rather ended in a subtle ripple between them. Was this my first view of her pussy lips? From that shady junction, her legs curved down and burst forth from the flimsy material which might as well have not existed... her slim waist, one hand on her hip, the other toying with her hair... her breasts swaying hypnotically in time to her lilting melody. My body had lifted off the stairs and, although still on all fours, it had positioned itself into more of a crouch. She descended a few stairs towards me, pointing her toes downwards as she did so, swinging her hips expansively. Down another couple of stairs and she was now just two steps above me and I had to crane my neck to take her all in. I was like a dog under its master's control, waiting eagerly for an order. She smiled down at me through the valley between her breasts and bent over towards me. In that low-cut scrap of silk her breasts looked as if they were going to jump up and overboard from a sinking ocean liner. Then she reached a hand out towards me, turned it, and crooking one finger, beckoned me upwards. I might possibly have said 'Woof', my tongue might have been hanging out and I might have been drooling saliva for all I was worth, but as she turned away from me, swinging the globes of her ass full into my face and undulating her way slowly back upstairs, it did the trick. Somehow, now how did that happen? I was at the top of the stairs, while my head was still nuzzling around at her feet. I might possibly have licked at them, who knows...? It could be I howled like a wolf...I might have yelped like a mongrel... but I do remember looking up and seeing my owner was satisfied. She even bent over and scratched me behind the ear. At least she didn't pat me on the head. "Well that's phase one done and dusted... Now, shower. Mmm, something tells me this'll be fun... You think you can stand? Maybe try and crawl up that wall a bit..." My fingernails grasped at the wall but only succeeded in knocking over an ornament stand, with Mum doing well to catch the ornament, and pulling a picture down from its hook. "Oh well, I didn't really like that picture anyway...it was your granddad insisted we take it...he probably hated it as well..." But I was there now - I was holding the wall up, that funny, rubbery wall. I felt my way along it towards the bathroom. Luckily the door was ajar, because I tumbled right in. Mum was close behind me, muttering something about never having a camera when you really need one. I noticed she hadn't put her housecoat back on. "OK, get over to the toilet and sit on it while we get you out of those clothes, you smell like a brewery..." I crawled over to the toilet bowl, but my body apparently realized that it could now finally get rid of some of that queasiness it had been sensing for the last while and a half. It was as though the sight of the water in the bowl acted as a suction pump, and suddenly my whole stomach was being turned inside out... I retched... and retched...and, what the hell, I retched some more. And it's strange when you're resting with your jaw on the edge of the toilet while waiting for the next inevitable heave. You have the odd interval where you can observe your own personal diet from the last twenty-four hours or so. And they're quite correct in that old joke - you never do remember having eaten that carrot, but, yup, there it is, taunting you... I probably passed out for a while, because the next thing I remember was Mum flushing the bowl, even scouring it with the toilet brush, and my cheek being semi-glued to the sticky bathroom floor. "All out then, is it? Well, better out than in... Now take this and use it," she handed me a toothbrush, all ready prepared with a striped toothpaste, "and then let's see about getting you into the shower." She unstuck my cheek from the floor, dropped the toilet lid and somehow heaved me up onto it. I stuck the toothbrush into my mouth and jiggled it around a bit before Mum took over the duty like when I'd been a kid, showing me the correct way to brush - circular motion, inside, outside, don't forget the gums... She held a cup of water up to my mouth and I swirled it around a few times before spitting out into the sink. Well, at least in the direction of the sink... Then I took a couple more gulps before sprawling back against the cistern. "Right then..." "Mum?" "Yeah?" "Am I going to remember any of this in the morning...?" "Oh, I really, really, hope not..." "But why, Mum? I do want to remember. I want to remember how lovely you look and how sexy you are and how you should be giving me a rollocking bollocking but you're not, you're being so nice to me, and... did I mention how sexy you are...?" "You did. Thanks. It's appreciated. Doesn't do me much good, but it's appreciated." She had this great smile as she knelt in front of me and undid my shoes and pulled my socks off. And I could savor her delicious scent as she leaned up to unbutton my shirt and ease it down my arms and off my back. And how her arms stroked around my chest. And I could sense her hesitation before she reached for my belt to unbuckle it. "You'll have to, umm, stand up so I can get your trousers off..." Strangely, I had no problem at that moment just simply lifting myself up from the seat and, albeit swaying ever so slightly, standing there in front of her, her face level with the top button and the zipper of my pants. With a determined look, brushing the hair away from her eyes, she reached up and flicked open the button. On a whim, I reached out and stroked through her hair, smoothing it down over her ears, holding her head in both hands. She glanced up. "I'm supporting myself." I averted my gaze, I think, partly for my own sake, because I found myself looking straight down into the top of her negligee. I savored those exposed tan-lines - had her bikini been that small? I loved the fact that one thin strap of the negligee had fallen away from her shoulder and one breast was doing its very best to pop out. That breast was like a deliciously smooth, three-layer ice-cream - the bronzed milk chocolate area where she'd been exposed to the sun, then that area of creamy vanilla that had remained covered, and finally the dark chocolate area that I could just see, where her skin started to darken around her nipple. I fully supposed it to be tipped by a chocolate button... So I looked straight ahead. And why not? In the full mirror opposite I could see her there on her haunches in front of me, the thin material drawn tautly across her smooth white ass - all the whiter for that dark vertical crack between her cheeks. Again I marveled at how small that bikini must have been... half her ass must have been on show that summer. Where had I been when she was wearing it? I closed my eyes and my imagination saw us frolicking together on the beach, her in her bikini running away from me into the water in a fit of giggles and me catching up with her and pulling her underneath the waves for a submerged kiss... I was jolted back to the present when I sensed how she had now taken hold of the one side of my trousers and reached for the zip with the other hand. That zip seemed to take a long time coming down. I didn't remember it being so problematic, but it seemed to be making a slow click...click...click noise as it made its tortuous descent. Was Mum actually drawing this out? And was it for her pleasure or for mine? I felt my trousers being drawn apart and then being pulled down, all this in slow-motion. Maybe this is what being drunk does to you? It gives a false sense of the passing of time? My trousers were now below my knees and I felt how Mum had leant backwards to get the sight of my boxer shorts into their proper perspective. She made a low, kind of guttural, noise. I think it was appreciative... Then I felt her hands at my waist, inserting them under the waistband of my shorts at the back, to cup my cheeks before bringing them round towards the side and drawing them slowly down, first from behind, over my ass. Yes, it was slowly! No, I wasn't mistaken, I'm sure... I felt how the elastic of the shorts, when she released it, cushioned my butt underneath, and then Mum's fingertips had tiptoed round to the front. She seemed to take a deep breath, exhale, and then pulled down. I wish I could say my dick sprang up and out in the manly fashion you read about so much in erotic fiction, but I was sloshed, remember. Even so, after Mum had released it, nothing seemed to happen for a while, so I finally dared to take a glance down. Mum's nose was only about an inch or so from my cockhead and she was gazing at it intently. If I'd managed somehow to get a look into her face I'm sure I'd have found her almost cross-eyed trying to focus on it. She tilted her head to one side. Then to the other. And then back again. She pushed my pants and trousers further down towards my ankles, and this action brought her head a little bit further forward. How much? Well, about that inch which had previously been separating her nose from my dick. Home from the Party In a moment of...affection?... She rubbed her nose up against it, first to the left-hand side and then to the right, like wiping her nose with a handkerchief...and then, almost comically, she dipped her nose underneath it and, with a quick bounce, levered it up to above the horizontal. Then she let it drop. I don't think it dropped quite as far as it had been when she first extricated it, but... I closed my eyes again and lifted my face towards the ceiling, giving myself over completely to the sensation. Then both her hands had come up to my lower belly and her fingers had begun playing some sort of catch-me-if-you-can tune through the thicket of my hairs down there. This melody seemed to include a few sliding riffs, which she carried out by tracing with just her fingertips horizontally across my skin, quickly backwards and forwards, even running them round the back to the top of my ass, sending curious shivers through me. I looked down again. Did that cock really belong to me? Because it no longer hung in a brewer's droop. It seemed to be more like a thick conductor's baton keeping time to the jam session that Mum was performing around my belly. While her hands were thus occupied, she now leaned her cheek against the side of my cock, and wedged it there between chin and shoulder, almost as though she were listening to a message on her mobile phone. Then the call seemed to be over because she righted her head and took hold of my cock gently. It seemed, from the look of concentration on her face, like she was going to click 'end call' and then dial another number. But she cupped it in her hand, as though estimating its weight, and kissed its tip. This time though, there was tongue involved, and she licked it around the bulbous end. Then she looked up at me. And smiled. And, gripping it firmly at the base of the shaft, turned her mouth into an 'O' and proceeded to swallow it whole in a fashion I'd only ever seen before in the middle of the night on my computer screen. Her mouth remained there for a moment, while out of view inside her mouth feverish tongue activity was taking place, and then she slowly withdrew, my cockhead finally popping into view. I think it yearned to maintain the connection, because as she pulled her mouth away, still maintaining the shape of the circumference of my dick, a string of saliva came along with it, before becoming taut, stretching and finally snapping. She smiled up at me again. "Memories..." She said with a broad grin. She leant over and kissed it once more, then quite suddenly and decisively sprang to her feet, turned her back on me, reversed into me and, grabbing my arms, looped them around the front of her belly. My dick was firmly wedged between the cheeks of her ass. "Follow me." We advanced as one person towards the bath, which also doubled as a shower. We took small steps forward and I found that my arms had moved from encircling her soft belly, with the weight of her breasts weighing down on them, to actually cupping those breasts in my hands and massaging her erect nipples gently with my thumbs. I dropped my head onto her shoulder and she stopped. "If someone saw us now, what a sight..." she grinned, and brought one hand up to draw my face in to her cheek. Indeed what a sight. My world just at that moment only contained this soft sensuous woman in my arms, pressing back into my body. I hugged her more tightly and my hands slipped into the bodice of her negligee and stroked across her front. Its second strap also came away. She leaned back more and planted small, very juicy kisses onto my neck. "You sure you're still drunk?" "As a newt." "Mmm, OK then. Here we go." She lifted one leg up and across into the bath in preparation for stepping in. Although, just maybe, she hadn't thought this through to the end, because in opening her legs she allowed my dick to spring up into the now vacated space and lodge itself snugly into the crease of her pussy, the negligee offering scant resistance. She stopped. And she brought that one leg back a little bit, the effect being to clasp my dick more firmly into the crease. She wiggled her ass backwards and forwards a couple of times and let out a kind of stifled groan. "Lift your leg up into the bath as well. Help me out here..." I did so. "OK, keep holding on tight to me," I increased my grip on her breasts, "No, not like that, silly," laughing, "just to support yourself," I released them and held her by the ribs. "Alright, now bring your other leg up and into the bath." I did so, and mum brought up her other foot into the bath as well. Then she turned round on the spot, in the process releasing my dick from its stranglehold, and there we stood face to face, body firmly against body, gazing into each other's eyes. Mum brought her arms up and circled my neck and pulled my mouth down towards her lips. "I think it might probably be safe to taste you now," she said as she opened her lips slightly and placed them firmly across my mouth. Was it me pulling her further into me with my arms, one round her waist and the other pressing at her ass, or was it her lifting herself up and pulling me down to her mouth with her arms around my neck? Either way, we began to kiss with passion and affection and our tongues intertwined one the other like creepers along a trellis. She chewed at my bottom lip. I licked around her teeth, I nibbled at her earlobes. She inserted her tongue into my ear and with deft flicks had me shuddering in ecstasy. Down below, her pelvis was pressed hard up against mine and it was rubbing slowly from side to side around the ridge of my cock. I pushed forward. "I..yaheeeh...!!" In an instant, Mum had released me and ducked sharply away, in an effort to escape the solid torrent of ice-cold water that was suddenly cascading at full blast over her head. It seems I'd pushed her backwards and into the tap. She fell onto me and I, not being the steadiest person in the room at that very moment, slid backwards onto my ass and I grabbed wildly at anything for support. A drowning man will clutch at a straw. I grabbed at Mum's negligee. There was the sound of a long tear, and still among the tangle of our arms and legs, the water continued to flow. We spluttered and splashed and thrashed about like fish learning only late in life how to swim. And then finally Mum reached over to the handle and levered it shut. There was sudden silence except for the drops of water 'plitch', 'plitch'ing off us into the puddles around our asses. Mum's face looked towards me. I don't think she could see me because her hair which, before, had been bouncily wavy, was now one limp damp curtain in front of her eyes. I reached over to her and drew the curtain aside. She spat out water. She looked at me. She looked down at the torn negligee and totally exposed breasts. She burst out laughing. She reached down and lifted the remaining material over her head and threw it out of the bath and it landed on the now soaking-wet floor with a splat. "Change of plan. Let's forget the shower. We'll have a bath instead." She turned her back on me, towards the lever, adjusting it from shower to bath, and arranged that the temperature of the water was now nice and warm. She let it flow, and leaned back into me, taking my arms around her again while I adjusted my legs so she lay comfortably between them. She spoke quietly, almost to herself, "I've a suspicion that throwing ice-cold water into your face like that maybe acted as a shock therapy and maybe it's brought you back down to earth with a crash...? I'll bet you're now confused and you're thinking to yourself, 'Whatthefuck is this..?? How the hell did I suddenly end up here in the bath with my mum, and me naked and my mum naked into the bargain?' Is that what you're thinking?" I stroked her breasts fondly, "Nope. Sorry, still pissed as a pike..." though the mists were beginning to dissolve ever so slightly. "Alright then. Much as I'd love to lie here all night with you like this, my maternal instinct insists on getting you cleaned up. So, soap please..." We had the liquid soap of course, but Mum insisted instead on using a bar of soap which she said was more useful for investigating hidden facets. She turned round to face me, her bum resting on her heels, her breasts shiny and dripping. She dipped the soap into the water and started to lather my chest, my shoulders, under my arms, keeping her smiling eyes on my face all the time. Then she lifted her bum so she was kneeling upright, and reached over my shoulder to scrub at my back. Her breasts engulfed my face and I couldn't breathe and I found I had to open my mouth wide - to try to gulp in air of course. Mum was taking all the time in the world to scrub my back. First the one side of my spine, necessitating her left breast being inserted into my mouth, and then the other side. She sat back, satisfied, and then... "Oops, silly me..." The soap escaped her grip and she began a blind search with her hands to track it down. She found it but squeezed it too hard beneath the surface of the water, and it scooted off towards the tops of my legs. "Damn, where is it? Mmm...is this it...?" A soft tug along my shaft. "Umm, I don't think so, Mum...maybe it floated off in this direction...?" I reached forward, trailing along the inside of her leg, running a finger up and along to her labia, jiggling between them and sinking it effortlessly into her hole. "Could be...I think you're getting warm there...maybe it slipped...further inside though?" "Let's see..." I opened up with a second finger and Mum's eyes flickered slightly. "It's certainly slippery in there - a sure sign it must have passed by this way lately..." "Mmm...problem. Maybe it's stuck up there and it's time to send in something bigger to root it out?" "You mean send in the plunger?" She laughed. "You could say that...maybe if I..." She placed both hands on the sides of the bath and levered herself up, her legs apart and to the outside of mine, water streaming off her tits and pussy, and brought her whole body forward to hover above my waist, where my dick was playing 'submarines'. "Up periscope, Bri..." "Aye aye, Cap'n..." I levered my stiff dick into the vertical, and it broke surface, quite magnificently, I might say. Our complete attention was fixed on what was happening now between our two bodies as Mum lowered herself, adjusting slightly so that I was nicely centered on her, and then dropped with a sigh to tightly enclose my dick into the soft hermetic clasp of her cunt. I couldn't resist, "Lower the Mainbrace..." "Enough...!" She laughed and splashed water into my face. But now her countenance had turned serious as she lifted her bum slightly and then plunged back down. And again, a bit higher this time. She transferred her arms to around my neck. And higher again, increasing the tempo. Was she aware that I was watching her, her sticking her tongue out, and then biting at her lower lip in absolute concentration and appreciation of the sensations she was going through? No, her eyes were closed so that only her plunging, and the piercing of my dick and the thrills it was creating inside her, existed. She was now going over to turbo mode, and I'd swear the waves we were creating in the bath would have been equivalent to a couple of Katrinas in the Bay of Mexico. In my weakened state I did all I could to help her, pushing my loins up as much as possible to meet her downward pumping. But it was all I needed to do, because my dick had a mind of its own and was relishing the experience to such a degree that it pretty soon burst forth and spurted upwards into Mum's frantic cunt. It was only a moment later that she herself let out her own lusty scream, tightened her whole body around me as if she wanted to crush the breath out of me, and collapsed on top. We lay there for quite a while. Maybe I'd even dozed off again, because when I came to, the water seemed a bit chilly. I made a movement underneath her and this seemed to rouse her too. "Mum...?" "Uhuh...?" "I think I found the soap..." "Uhuh...where?" "I think it's lodged halfway up my ass..." Mum's whole body rocked in giggles. Then she lifted her head and resting it on her elbow looked me straight in the eyes. "You are the best thing for me since..." I waited for her to complete it, but she didn't. She rested her head back onto my chest. "Please tell me you're still drunk..." "I'm still drunk, Mum." "Well that's OK then..." The water really was getting cold now, and she opened the drain-plug. We slithered apart from one another and she got out first. I was happy to let her, because that gave me a far more relaxed view of her, toweling herself down, looking at herself in the mirror and rubbing through the mess that was her hair before smiling across to me. "C'mon, it's getting really late. Let's get you into bed, we've both had a, umm, hard night..." She pulled me out of the bath by my two arms and set about drying me off. This was a purely functional act and, except for another kiss on it as she passed over my dick with the towel, there was nothing to be construed in a sexual nature. We were comfortable in one another's presence. We left the bathroom hand in hand and padded our way along to... my bedroom. There, Mum threw back the blankets, puffed up the pillows for me and set me into bed before pulling the blankets back over me, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing me chastely goodnight. Darkness enclosed me almost instantly, and I didn't wake up until the sun was very high in the sky the next day. I had a raging headache through which strange scenes were trying to invade my brain. I woozily made my way to the bathroom before realizing I was totally naked and stumbled quickly back and pulled on a pair of shorts. After a second more successful trip to the bathroom - what was that water all over the place? - I dragged out the first shirt and trousers my hand came across in my cupboard, and made my way downstairs, noticing in passing that something seemed to be missing off the wall by the top of the stairs. I stumbled into the kitchen where I found Mum at the kitchen table with her toast and coffee, glancing through the morning paper. "'morning, love...or should I say 'afternoon?" "Er, hi Mum..." I rubbed my unshaven chin. "A bit hungover, are we?" "Could say that, yeah..." I looked at her. There was something... no, for the life of me... "Let me pour you some black coffee then, I've just brewed it, and I'll find you a couple of aspirin in a moment. Well, it was a good party then? Your mates managed to set you up with someone new? I mean, that was the whole idea wasn't it?" She didn't seem that interested though, and her eyes returned to the article she was reading. "Yeah, no...tell the truth, I don't remember much. I DO remember someone kind of teasing me and us kissing, but..." Mum looked up from her paper. I plonked myself down beside her at the table and took a piece of her toast. "That's mine," she said. "I'll make you some more." "No need." I got up and put a couple of slices into the toaster and looked over at Mum while waiting for them to brown. "How did I arrive home last night?" "Two of your friends brought you home, a girl and a boy. A nice couple. They a pair?" "Um, yeah, sort of... and how did I...?" Mum was looking at me inquisitively. "...how did I get to bed?" She put down the paper. "Well, first off I had a hell of a time getting you upstairs, I'll tell you that for nothing. And after that I just decided I'd leave you to it. Judging by the noise and by the state of the bathroom this morning, you hosed yourself down and climbed into bed. Going by all the snoring you must have been out like a light the moment your head touched the pillow." The toast popped up. "Oh. Huh..." I returned to the table and started buttering the toast. "No butter on mine thanks, just marmalade." "Uhuh." Mum was reading the supplement in the paper and it was open to holidays in Greece. "You ever been to Greece, Mum?" "No, I've heard it's really nice though... all those islands..." "Yeah. White sandy beaches, the tavernas... you remember I went to Crete at the end of last term with a couple of mates. It was great. Probably not your scene though. All those twenty-somethings puking in the street..." I smiled to show I was joking. "Oh yeah? You don't think I could handle it?" She'd placed the paper down forcefully onto the table and I sensed the beginning of a lecture about sexism, ageism and a few more -isms, so I said, " 'Course you could. In fact, let's go off on a holiday together, you and me. I think you need it..." Oh my God, had I just said that she looked weather-beaten, run down, worn out and all that crap? But she brightened immediately. "I'd like that...You'd take me?... I'd even pay your share..." "Oh. Yeah, that'll be great. Maybe we could go to there ..." I pointed to the generic picture that illustrated some Greek island, the sea a vivid cerulean blue, the monastery on top of the hill a vivid white and the young people on the sandy beach exhibiting an exaggerated spirit of fun and healthy living. "If you like, I could start planning it. The dates, the plane, the hotel, hire car and stuff? Or you'd want a package deal?" I was eager to show I was eager. "I was reading just now that they do these things in Greece where you can rent your own cottage, right by the Med. Your time's your own, you buy your own food at the local grocer's, you eat on the patio and you swim to your heart's content... back to nature." "Mum, you're right. That sounds fantastic, let's do it!" "You're on... let's see, all I'd need is to pack a few light clothes together, a couple of pairs of sandals..." "And you can throw in that bikini of yours..." "Which bikini?" "You know, that small one. It'll be OK. Remote island, only a few people, all laid back..." "But Brian, I don't have a bikini..."