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Milk and Cookies Mom Ch. 02

By: Pilot4029



David knew he only had seconds. He acted quickly.

Back to his bedroom he went, making sure the light was out, door closed. He heard the cupboard door being closed, the rattle of the key in the lock. He heard his Mother come back across the landing and into her bedroom.

The young man now stealthily left his room and positioned himself at a keyhole for the second time that evening. There was his Mother back in her robe, the one who a few moments ago had been tied in self-bondage, getting herself off with a large vibrator. David knelt down as carefully as he could and peered in.

June dropped her robe and began to untie the black corset that she'd been wearing, her breasts, a pleasing, maternal size, spilled into view. For a moment, June looked back into the mirror and ran her hands over her breasts as she breathed in and out. Her eyes closed, she was still swooning from the effects of her climax. David dared not to breath, his erection stretched against his boxers.

The Mother blew out slowly and deeply and then bent over to pick up her robe. David drank in the sight of his Mother's shapely legs and arse framed only in her tan stockings as she fumbled with the robe. 

She found the cupboard key and walked over to her bedroom wardrobe, opened it and picked up a navy blue court shoe that David recognised from an old work outfit. She dropped the key inside, replaced the heel and closed the wardrobe. She gathered up her robe and put it back on.

It was then June turned towards the bedroom door.

David only saw her turn, he knew she would be heading for the bathroom and so he went back to his room. He pulled his door closed and flopped down into the chair by his desk immediately. The lad couldn't take it anymore and immediately took out his cock to start masturbating. His mind became clouded with visions of his Mother's tied body, writhing in pleasure, saying his name, urging him to cum. When he did he imagine his cum splattering all over his Mother's tied naked body. He slept restlessly that night and in the morning thought immediately of the cupboard key.

The next morning he tried to behave as normally as he could do. By the time he got down to breakfast his mother was already dressed in her own version of fifties domestic perfection. She wore a dark blue skirt suit, but of course for breakfast, the apron was in place. For an awful moment David thought she was wearing the navy blue heels from her bedroom, meaning she would have rehidden the key. But no - it was a pair of matching blue strappy sandals with a one inch heel.

"Going out, Mum?" 

June placed a milk jug carefully in front of her Son and David caught a glimpse of cleavage.

"Yes dear, have to visit Mrs Warren to discuss the OAPs Christmas party, it always comes around so fast!"

David still had trouble reconciling this woman with the woman in the fetish stilettos with the dildo buried in her pussy. He tried to concentrate on eating his cereal.

"And what about you? No college?"

"Revision day," the boy lied.

"Well make sure you actually do some, sweetie." June grinned at him and then removed her apron. She click-clacked on the kitchen tiles to him and kissed his forehead, her hand brushed his ear and he felt a sudden tingle in his loins. His whole body involuntarily stiffened.

"Alright, baby?"

"Sure, Mum, just the, um, thought of all that revision!"

"Well I have to go the shops first and then to Mrs Warren's coffee morning. Oh - can you hoover for me, please?"

"Sure!" replied David, but in truth he was waiting for the front door to close. 

As June left, her Son tidied away the breakfast things. He was waiting, he didn't want to be caught, he wanted to be sure she'd gone. He showered first and took the opportunity to wank again. He didn't cum this time, he wanted to savour this feeling and as he dried off, his cock bobbed playfully in front of him.

He trod carefully into his Mother's bedroom. He'd been in plenty of times before, but never to the extent of going through her things. His first instinct was to go straight for the key, but instead he looked into her dresser. Familiar items of underwear were there, he dug inside. White cotton panties, some lacy panties, but nothing like the corset he had seen the night before. Frustrated he shut the door and went to the wardrobe. 

David peered at his Mother's heel collection, arranged in neat pairs. He smiled, he did like that his Mother wore shoes like these. He then found the one he was looking for and expectantly turned it upside down. The cupboard key fell into his palm. He grasped it and left for the kitchen cupboard.

Meanwhile June was balancing a cup of coffee on a delicately crossed leg in Mrs Warren's delicately appointed living room. The estimable Mrs Warren was explaining about how there were increasing numbers of old people needing their charity dinner and that if they didn't die off soon, the charity may soon be bankrupt.

June was focusing on the coffee table.

Positioned in the centre of the room the table was about two feet off of the floor and about one and half feet wide. It was covered in recipe ideas, cups and a few magazines, but in June's mind it had taken on a different use.

The table was now in her living room and she was laying on top of it. She pictured herself in a tight, tiny French maid's outfit complete with black seamed stockings and her black, shiny fetish heels. She was laying on her front, breasts squashed against the table-top, her two wrists bound the bottoms of the front table legs, her arse and pussy pushed invitingly up in the air at the other end of the table. Her mouth was coated in bright red lipstick and was currently open with awe at the sight of her Son's naked body. David stood there, muscular and imperious, his cock erect, red and angry in front of her.

"How dare you? How DARE YOU?" David asked her, his arms folded. "You want ME to vacuum? That is YOUR JOB!"

"I'm sorry, David, Mummy won't do it again, Mummy promises!"

"Make it up to me, Mother. Come on, quickly, open up!"

June opened her bright red lips as David slid his cock deep inside it. The Mother began to suck like her life depended on it. She wrapped her tongue around the salty length of his cock, her Son's own penis. He was goading her, telling her to take him in deeper. She widened her mouth for him, she loved the feeling, it completed her.

David wasn't content with a blow job though, he pulled away from his Mother's warm mouth and circled her bound body in favour of her warm pussy. 

"OHHHH!" June shouted as David's thick cock pushed its way into her warm flesh. She shook in her bondage as he began to thrust against her needy, steaming cunt. Her moaning got louder and she alternated between obscenities and her Son's name.

Why was this so appealing? Why was she so wet? This was rape, this was incest, this was her Son abusing her body for his own sexual pleasure and she LOVED IT. Could she be enough for him? The worry soon passed as the wound spring of her orgasm began to tighten. David was slamming his cock inside her, owning her completely. She wanted to be flooded with his cum, all of it, wanted to accept his seed, to keep him cumming, to drain him, to satisfy him. Yes, yes she would do it, Mummy could take care of his every need, Mummy would suck him and fuck him every day, Mummy would let him use her body until he threw her aside and he was spent, yes fuck Mummy, David, fuck Mummy!!!-

"And that sounds like a good stuffing!"

"What?!" June jumped in the air spilling coffee over her skirt. Mrs Warren frowned at her.

"The stuffing Mrs Timms is going to make, June, for the dinner. Are you sure you'll alright?"

June realised she was bright red as Mrs Warren went to fetch a tea towel.

Half an hour later and June was walking back along the street to her own house. Even now she felt wobbly, amazed at the power of her own imagination. She hadn't cum (thank God!) but her day dreaming of getting fucked by David in such a wanton and brutal way had made her wet. She could feel her damp panties as she walked and the pleasing brief friction of her stockingtops. The wind began to brush against her skin and it felt pleasant. Damn, she was still horny.

June tried to think about other things, her fundraising activities, new curtains for the spare bedroom, anything but David, but the image of him forcing himself inside her would not go away. It was madness, insanity, but that part of her that she kept locked-up, safely caged-up in the kitchen cupboard was now out and demanding to be heard.

She got back to the house, opened up the front door and went in. It was quiet.

"Hello?"

"Up here, Mum." Ah, he was revising.

June stepped upstairs and popped her head into David's bedroom. 

"Well how's it going?"

"Not bad, just struggling with History."

June smiled. 

"Did you hoover?"

"Oh, no I didn't I'm sorry... I'll do it now."

"No, no, I-" stammered June. "I'll do it. Need to change though, your Mother managed to spill coffee all over herself."

David raised his eyebrows and his Mother went to her own room, shutting the door behind her. 

June's mind was working overtime. He's home, we're alone, it's not like I can ask him to bend me over the bed. Then she thought: well, at least I can give him a show.

Back in David's room, the young man reflected on his morning. He'd opened the kitchen cupboard and got access to the chest.

He'd removed each of the items he recognised from the night before - the dildo (which he'd studied for a whole two minutes before gently kissing the tip), the handcuffs, the fetish stilettos, the gag... They all belonged to a world that should never have met his Mother and yet here they were. 

Why? Why did she need this stuff, why couldn't she just find a man and settle down? Someone to share this house with.

It took David another five minutes to realise HE was the man of the house.

The cuffs, the gag, it all screamed 'Restrain me! Control me!'. David sighed and a tight knot of nervousness grew in his stomach. He'd need to do this very carefully indeed.

He'd replaced everything back the way he'd found it. Chest locked. Cupboard locked. Key returned. Realising his Mother would be back, he returned to his books.

David heard June emerge from her bedroom and then looked up, what he saw took his breath away. She had changed into a skirt that ended mid-thigh and clung to her body like a second skin. It was simple, black and devastatingly effective. Her usual nude stockings remained and ended in a pair of black heels, two inches high with a white trim. The outfit was set-off with a tight white sweater. She once more stopped at David's door.

"Anything you need, darling?"

"N-no."

"OK, well, I'm going to hoover downstairs."

And with that she strode off.

The familiar bulge in David's pants was back and he scrambled up, grabbing a book as he did. He hurtled down the stairs and walked into the living room.

Oh good, she thought. He's here.

David settled into an armchair and pretended to look at his book. In the centre of the room June bent down to the hoover and unravelled the power cable. He was looking, she knew it, he was watching her body and she loved it. Fractionally slowly she moved her arse from side to side.

June gathered up the power cord and flashing David a smile walked slowly, one foot in front of the other to the socket. She bent over once more making sure David had a good view.

Her horny Son watched this little performance with fascination. Was this display for him? Was this one of her control games? This time, as she walked back to the vacuum he smiled at her and she returned it. He once more pretended to be into his book.

June began to move the hoover around the room, trying to ignore the fact that David was ogling her while simultaneously loving it. She took every opportunity to wiggle her arse, bend over and flex. David got hotter and hotter, his erection now pressing painfully against his jeans. Then she moved the vacuum towards him. Once more they exchanged smiles and June leaned forward pushing the hoover towards her Son. This time, David was treated to more cleavage than this morning, June's white sweater was loose and as she moved the vacuum over by his chair her breasts, which he could see encased in a satiny white bra, jiggled pleasingly in front of him.

"Mum, you missed a bit down there!" he called over the vacuum's drone. David pointed to a spot behind the chair. 

June smiled and nodded and leaned over him pushing her arse right into his face. He gasped as he saw her stocking tops peek out from below the skirt.

I hope you're getting a good look, Son, she thought.

David indicated another spot only this time was a little more direct with his command. June smiled once more and obediently went to the other corner. Inwardly David groaned as his sexy Mother displayed her body for him. God he wanted her, he had to have her! Those legs, that arse!

A few more pushes with the hoover and David's cock was straining in his jeans, the bulge was now visible, he was leaking pre-cum. June then switched it off.

Putting her hands on her hips, she grinned at him.

"Well, David, is this OK? I'm glad you pointed out those spots I'd missed."

David considered his next words carefully and decided to go for it.

"You did, Mum, but perhaps I should make sure you get all the spots in all the rooms."

June nodded. 

"You'd better come with me to the dining room then."

And with butterflies in their stomachs and pulses racing, Son followed Mother to the next room to begin the game again. 

Milk and Cookies Mom Ch. 03



That evening, after June and David Anderson, Mother and Son, had played a teasing game where June had used her body to excite the young man, the house had settled down. 

David had cum hard in his bedroom after the game with the hoover, he kept picturing his Mother in that tight pencil skirt and clingy white top, bending over for him, her breasts and ass rubbing against his body, his cock being inflamed by the contact. He had imagined ejaculating over her perfectly made-up face as she begged him to cum.

After that dinner had been polite and quiet. Though June dressed in the same outfit she had stopped the provocative movements for now and they discussed college and chores they had to get done this week. Though David wasn't worried he didn't know why this change had occurred with his Mother, this running hot and cold. Maybe she was saving herself for tonight? David felt sure she would return to the kitchen cupboard again to bring herself off.

That night, as normal, June appeared in David's room in her robe (was it wrapped tighter than normal?) and kitten heeled slippers to kiss him goodnight. How could they just carry on as normal, wondered David? He decided to try a compliment.

"Mum... I really, really enjoyed spending time with you today."

"Oh... oh good, thank you. What's your schedule for tomorrow?"

"More revision. You know how it is."

June nodded and kissed him on the cheek.

"Well, goodnight, baby."

And then she turned and left the room.

David waited until he heard her pad down the stairs and then made his move. He moved out of his bedroom, on to the landing, quiet as he could. He heard the rattle of the key in the kitchen cupboard door. Once the door had shut that was his cue to move. David moved as quickly as he could without making a noise and silently knelt down to look inside the kitchen cupboard.

His mother was unlocking the chest. Out came the tall stilettos and she raised each leg to slip into them. Tonight, David realised his Mother's stockings were black with a seam down the back. So sexy! The bulge in his boxer shorts grew. June retrieved the dildo and then shut the box. No gag or handcuffs this time. She must vary it, the lad thought.

Then June reached into the pockets of her gown and pulled out some objects that David couldn't quite make out. She then turned back around, she was holding a bottle. Baby oil! The boy swallowed. His mum poured some oil into his palm and then picked up the dildo.

David thought his Mother was whispering straight to him to begin with, he almost gave himself away with surprise, but then he realised the dildo was replacing something else. His own cock. Up and down, his Mother worked the oil over the dildo, gently moving her manicured fingers around the toy.

"There baby, does that feel good? Mummy liked playing with you today, she knows she got you all riled up. Luckily Mummy knows how to take care of it, Mummy's going to take all that tension away, just wait and see."

By now, David's hand was slowly stroking his own cock, he bit his lip and tried to control his breathing.

"Mmm yes, darling. You all ready to go? Ok, wait for Mummy."

June put down the dildo and then undid and shrugged off her robe. 

The garment fell to the floor and David was amazed. No corset this time, just a tight black waist cincher, clipped to her black stockingtops. Her breasts were completely free, beautiful and full. June then turned once more and picked up two small object.

David's eyes nearly popped out when he realised what they were. Two ordinary, wooden clothes pegs from the washing line outside. June's hands ran over her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples and then, very carefully, she pinched the pegs into place, one on each nipple. His mother shuddered as she let the pain subside and the pleasure take over. She then turned to the side, so David was looking at his Mother's body in profile and then placed one palm against the wall. Her legs, magnificent in the black fetish heels and seamed stockings were placed wide apart and her breasts bounced sweetly, while the pegs stayed in place.

June picked up the dildo, turned it on (she didn't bother with the control device) and slowly inserted it into her pussy.

"Yessss, David. Yes, my Son..."

The oil-covered dildo slid with ease into the horny Mother's needy cunt. She gripped it tightly and began a slow, controlled in-and-out motion that made David want to cry out with desire. She continued to whisper to herself as she did. Slowly increasing the speed of her action.

"Oh, yes, baby, fuck Mummy. Fuck her deeply, yes, shit, that feels good. Your cock in Mummy's pussy, deep in my cunt. Please, David, give it to Mummy, she's so bad and she wants to be good for you, she wants to be there for you, use her, David, use your Mummy's pussy, take her, fuck her, cum deep inside!"

The young man's own fist was now a blur as he wanked himself at the sight of his horny Mother fucking herself with the toy cock. June began to let out low, little moans, trying to stay quiet, her eyes closed tight in concentration. Her orgasm building once more, she'd needed this all day, she craved this climax and she craved her own Son!

June was now stuttering obscenities between moans of deep pleasure as the cum that she had wanted all day tore through her. Her hand was barely in control ramming the dildo into her pussy with sheer force of need. Her body shook, the tips of the clothes pegs brushed against the far wall driving electric shocks through her tits. David couldn't control himself either, he forced his mouth shut as the cum shot from his cock, he forced his shorts around his penis to catch the semen as he trembled. 

The Mother shook some more with a "Christ, fuck, fuck-" before her hand couldn't grip the dildo anymore and it clattered to the floor. The sound caused David to resurface from the daze of his cum and he shakily stood up, gripping his cock and staggered quickly back to his bedroom.

A few moments later June, once more wrapped up in her robe, walked out of the cupboard and turned to close the door. She was about to walk away when a glint caught her eye. Something sparkling in the moonlight. June looked at the door and there was a silvery trace there. 

"Oh my," the Mother sighed.

It was semen and it could only have come from one place. Gently, she scooped up the liquid on her finger. She was fascinated by it for a few seconds and then reality dawned on her. Plucking a piece of kitchen towel from the counter she wiped away the cum. 

No, no, she hadn't meant for it to go this far. Not this far at all! How long had her Son been spying on her. I mean - she wanted him to look at her, but only when she could keep control of it! This was terrible, she hadn't meant to do this. June's head dropped into her hands. She needed to sleep, she needed time to think.

The waves of guilt hadn't left the Mother by the morning. She showered, her mind still spinning from the revelation that not only had David watched her, but he'd been masturbating and he'd cum. What could she say? Would he feel happier not knowing that she knew?

She dried herself and went to dress. This had to stop. No more teasing. June then dressed. This time she opted for some jeans, not that tight and a jumper, baggy. She found some plain ballet flats and went downstairs to make breakfast.

David was already there, making coffee for them both. Focusing on the mugs he said brightly:

"Morning, how did you sleep?"

June looked a little surprised and then took a seat at the kitchen table. As David approached with the mugs his face fell.

"I slept OK, thanks." June smiled weakly at him.

He was clearly surprised by the way she was dressed. Not in a good way, either.

"Mum... are you ill?"

"What? No, I'm just... you know... fancied a change." She tried the smile again. It wasn't working.

"Well, why?"

June was a little surprised at David's tone of voice. He seemed genuinely upset. He was frowning.

"I just... I.. don't know. Feel a bit down I suppose."

"After the fun we had yesterday? I'm feeling a little offended."

"What? Oh no, honey, it's not you, it's me. It's, um, woman stuff."

Her poor Son, he was beginning to worry. This wasn't his fault, she'd lead him on. He was staring into his coffee.

"Well, if you need time for, uh, whatever it is that's fine, but I don't like it."

"You don't like what?"

"Seeing you like this. It's just not... it's not you. It's not you and me. I need to revise."

David got up from the table and took his coffee with him. He stomped up the stairs and slammed his door.

June's couldn't believe it. She'd wanted to avoid any sort of tension, sexual or otherwise and had managed to create completely the opposite. Nice one, June, thought the Mother.

She examined the frayed ends of the horrid baggy jumper she'd put on. This wasn't making her feel comfortable, this was a nightmare. She'd had a good thing going. They weren't hurting any one. David had grown use to seeing his Mother like this, with the effort put in, sexy, carefree, loving, smart. She couldn't just change like this, especially when he had exams coming up. On the other hand it wasn't right that he had watched her cum like that, spied on her! 

Coffee was sipped, options considered. June made a decision. If her Son wasn't happy, then she wasn't happy. Making him happy fulfilled her. Time to make her Son happy.

David was sulking in his room. How could she have done this now? Things were going so well, she was clearly happy playing with me, those little games and now this. It felt like a slap in the face. He couldn't just start ordering her to dress better, to dress to excite him. That would be really wrong, but she must, must know that her sudden change upset him. There was a light tap on his door.

"David, I need your help."

Five minutes later, David was sat on the edge of his Mother's double bed. She had explained, that she had felt out of sorts this morning, but it had passed. Coffee had helped. Now, she wanted his help, he clearly knew what worked best as an outfit for her and so he should pick one. He was very surprised by this turn of events, but agreed. 

"So the jumper will have to go, what do you want in its place?"

"Well something more like yesterday."

"A sweater, huh? How about this?" June pulled out a red v-neck sweater from her wardrobe. David nodded, it looked a size too small for her. She asked what else.

"A s-skirt," he fumbled. Why was he so embarrassed by this?

"Red to match the sweater?" June asked.

David nodded. June moved her head from side to side and found a lengthy red skirt and positioned it in front of her legs. It was nearly down to her ankles. The Son pulled a face.

"I see," said June, she hung the skirt back up. "How about this?"

This time the skirt ended above his Mum's mid-thigh. It was even shorter than yesterday's! He nodded enthusiastically.

June smiled back at him.

"Is there anything else I need...?"

"Shoes!" said David helpfully. June returned to her wardrobe, the same one David had ferreted about in for the key yesterday. She looked for a few seconds and then plucked out a pair.

They were a pair of red mules, with a tasteful red bow on the top. David noticed they must have had at least a two inch heel. June placed them on her hand and showed them to him.

"Tell me, does Sir find these acceptable?"

"Very," replied the Son. June grinned and gathering the clothes she scurried to the bathroom.

David's head was spinning, this was mad, enjoyable, wonderfully mad! His cock was once more beginning to strain beneath his trousers. Before he realised, the bathroom door had opened.

His mother's sexy, slow, provocative movements from yesterday had returned. She stood in front of the door. The skirt ended where it had promised, exposing her long sexy legs, that looked wonderful in the red mules. Her v-neck top barely concealed her breasts that suddenly looked bigger and bouncier than before.

"Do I meet with Sir's approval?"

It took David a moment to take in the look of his sexy Mother before he piped up.

"Yes. Yes, Sir does approve."

June clapped her hands together.

"Wonderful!"

"There's just one thing..." David was once more eyeing her legs. "Don't you usually wear, um nylons, stockings, that sorta thing?"

"Oh yes... that 'sorta thing'," smiled his Mother. June walked over to her dresser drawer and pulled out two black stockings. For a moment, he thought they were the same from the previous night, but they weren't. "Let me just put these on..." 

Taking her foot out of the red mule, June balanced it on her bedroom chair and pulled the stocking over her toes and calf, she then pulled her skirt back a little and fastened the hold-up stocking in place. David watched astounded as she repeated the action with the other leg, his cock was now painfully visible under his jeans.

June checked herself in her mirror and then walked that sexy walk back to the bed where David was. 

"I'm glad Sir approves," she cooed. "Are we good to go for the day?"

David nodded and he stood up. As the both walked towards the door, June paused and looked around at him.

"I can't wait to see what you pick out tomorrow," she said and with a wink, continued on her way. 

David felt ecstatic.



Milk and Cookies Mom Ch. 04



An hour or so later, David was in his bedroom and had once more put down his history textbook. Trying to revise while his sexy Mother was downstairs was impossible. He couldn't quit revision completely, but having his Mom wearing a tight red sweater, an even tighter red skirt and high heels as she was tidying up the house was quite the distraction.

At least she was happy, David thought. He could tell this by the fact that her favourite CD of Disney classics was squeaking through the kitchen. June, his Mom, was indeed whistling while she was working.

So the young man attempted to get his mind straight. For the past two nights he had witnessed his Mother lock herself in their kitchen cupboard, somewhere he had never bothered to go into, let alone have found any special significance. Inside she had proceeded to masturbate while fantasising about him using a few simple bondage items and a large dildo to do so. Earlier this morning she had eschewed her normal smart, pretty look in favour of baggy jeans and jumper. David had put his foot down (much to his own surprise as well as June's) and she had changed into the tight, sexy ensemble she was now wearing. So David drew two conclusions: a) she wanted him sexually and b) she enjoyed being told what to do.

These were hard conclusions to come to. David didn't consider himself to be an overly imaginative person when it came to the opposite sex, let alone something involving his own Mother! Yet, here she was, seemingly sexually available to him. He tried to imagine him ordering her to suck his cock. It seemed ridiculous and yet the thought of his Mother lowering herself to her knees as he stood in his bedroom, watching her unzip his fly and pull out his prick began to make his real cock swell. 

It all came down to what would incur the least risk. If an all-out sexual push impossible, then simply getting her to do what he asked might be a way forward. Liking this idea, David picked up his Classical History book, examined the cover and decided upon a plan.

In the kitchen, June was back to her usual busy self. The washing-machine whirled, the crockery was all back in its rightful place and coffee was brewing once more. She looked out of the window to her garden as the birds sang. She couldn't tell if the birdsong was for real or from the Disney CD.

She had spent the morning too mulling over her current position. She was excited that David had told her to dress smartly and while she was acutely aware that her skirt was a little shorter than normal, she was glad that it made him happy. She also knew that he had spied on her little nighttime activities in the kitchen cupboard. It had happened at least last night, maybe more. 

He knows I fantasize about him, she thought. So why had that guilt she'd had this morning vanish so quickly? 

Because you like this- no, you love this, came the answer in her head.

With the sound of David approaching, June busied herself at the counter once more. She turned and smiled as sweetly as she could as he came in.

"Hi there, do you want some more coffee?"

"Sure, thanks, Mum."

As David sat down he watched his Mum work. She deliberately chose a mug that was at the top of the kitchen shelves. Standing on tip-toes in her red heeled mules she reached up, causing her skirt to lift invitingly a few more inches and David caught a glimpse of the stockingtops he had seen her adjust a few hours earlier. His cock pulsed at the sight. June turned back to him as she sprinkled coffee into the mug.

"So what is it today? Still history?"

"Um, yes. Households of ancient Greece."

June placed the coffee mug in front of her Son and sat down opposite him. He couldn't help but notice the pleasing *swishing* noise her stockings made as she crossed her long legs. 

"So how much's a Grecian earn?" asked June, giggling as she raised her mug.

"Very funny. It's actually about the different roles of men and women in society. Did you know, the men would often go off to fight leaving their Sons in charge of the household?"

"Wow, that's some responsibility if you're a young man."

"Probably better than going to die on some rock."

June smiled and then *swish* recrossed her legs.

"So I suppose the women were, well, no better than slaves, hmm?" 

"Well not quite, Mothers and Daughters of the household weren't slaves themselves but the Son would have the overall say in what happened in the house."

June toyed with her pearl necklace. "I see, just like you do with my outfits, now, eh?"

Her Son coughed, realising he was going a little red in the face. "I expect so yes. Household pride was very important to the Sons. It would reflect well on him."

June put her mug down and then stood up.

"Do you need to inspect me again, Sir?"

For a second David was struck dumb, and then carefully, quietly spoke. "Yes, I do."

June smoothed herself down and then, reverting to her slow, sexy walk click-clacked down the kitchen.

"Stop," commanded David. "Turn." 

The sexy Mother did as she was told. Smiling that sweet, motherly smile as she spun about and met his gaze.

At that moment, the noise of the washing machine grew louder as it entered its spin cycle. David suddenly had a very wicked idea. He instructed his Mother to stand with her back to the machine, placing both hands on it. 

Wide-eyed, June did as he commanded. Facing in towards the kitchen she placed both hands on the spinning machine and rested her butt, sheathed in the short red skirt against it too. The effect was instant. The whole of June's body began to vibrate with the spinning machine. Placing one heeled foot in the other to steady herself, the machine jiggled her whole body as David looked on, grinning.

June didn't dare speak, she wanted her Son to enjoy the show, wanted him to get a good look at his sexy, submissive Mother. Her breasts shook in front of her as she grinned back at her Son. it was all David could do to stop himself masturbating there and then. While he resisted the urge June imagined him stroking his cock in front of her, delighting in the outrageous jiggling of her body, ready to let his streams of semen coat her immaculately dressed body. 

David was imagining those luscious legs wrapped around his own naked body, as he lifted his Mom up against the vibrating machine, his cock pounding in and out of her as she screamed "Sir! Yes, Sir!" at the top of her voice. He was strong and she was compliant, willing, wet and ready. Her tongue danced his mouth as her tits jumped against his chest. His hands gripped the dark nylon of her legs and the pale flesh of her butt. The room spun and their bodies quaked.

It took both of them to realise the spin cycle was coming to an end. David blinked at the kitchen clock, almost five whole minutes had passed since his Mother had stood up. Both seemed to blinking the kitchen back into reality. David immediately stood and walked over to June and, as quickly as he could, wrapped his arms around her to give her a hug. She melted into him, half through desire, half from the effects of the washing machine. He hugged her tight, revelled in perfume, her warmth.

Pulling back from her, but still keeping his arms around her waist he told her "Congratulations, Mum, you passed inspection."

June laughed and then kissed him on the cheek, still a little daze.

"Thank you, baby- I mean, Sir." June pulled back and then attempted to compose herself a little. "I need to call Mrs Grace, I think she's expecting that new sampler I promised them tomorrow."

"OK," James nodded and the couple parted.

Minutes later James forgot to regulate his own moaning and cried out as he came in the bathroom upstairs. June managed to half-cover the telephone receiver that had a concerned Mrs Grace on the other end.

"Revision's really taking its toll." June explained.

That evening David found himself turning down an invitation to go to the pub with Edward. He was drawn to his Mother, wanting to see where their games would take them next, besides his Mother was sure to return to the cupboard tonight.

The lamps in the living room provided subdued light as David lay on the floor still idly trying to pick up the passage he had read in his revision book for the fifth time. The object of his distraction sat in the chair opposite. June picked at another thread in the sampler she had promised to make while around her items of sewing equipment littered the chair and floor. She rested the cotton reel on her lap giving David an unobscured view of her black nyloned legs and lap that shone in the lamplight.

June looked down at her Son fidgeting on the carpet in front of her, still trying to read. 

"Why don't you give it a rest for now?" June asked. 

David tossed the book away to one side. "OK!" He flopped down by his Mother's feet and spent a moment looking at her pretty toes framed in the mules and black stockings.

"Hold this," said June passing him part of the sampler. David did so. June focused on her work. "So have you decided yet?"

"Decided what?"

"On what I'm supposed to wear tomorrow?"

"Oh well, I..." David stammered, he had been thinking about it all day, but what to say?!

"Only I've got to take this sampler over to Mrs Grace and while I think this outfit was perfect for today, just being at home, I may need something a little more conservative..."

David rested his bit of the sampler on the edge of the chair. "I see. Well, perhaps two outfits then."

"Two?"

"One for visiting Mrs Grace. One for when you come home."

"Right..." June bit her lip, as she pierced the needle through the sampler's base. This was exciting, a whole new outfit just for her and David.

"What do you think?" the lad asked.

"Well I mean I've plenty to wear when seeing Mrs Grace. I have a knee length black skirt, my black heeled boots, a grey jumper that fits nicely. That should be OK... If it's alright with you, Sir?"

David replied it was and June smiled as she pulled her needle up.

"Then when I get home... white satin blouse tucked into a dark green skirt, I have one about this length, hold-up nude stockings with white lace trim and stiletto heels that will match the green skirt. What does Sir think about that?"

"He'll think about it," David said.

"Oh I see, going to keep me waiting are you-" June looked down at him and realised what David had been doing while she was discussing her outfit. "David! What have you done?!"

Her Son had in fact decided to pick at some ribbon he had found on the floor, bright red, used for Christmas decorations and had carefully wrapped it around his Mum's ankles, tying it tight enough not for her to be able to move. David had cut the red ribbon off into a bow and then snipped off the excess with some scissors. June put the sampler down on the arm of the chair and looked down at her tied ankles and then at her Son who wore the most mischievous grin on his face.

"You cheeky little-"

"Now, now, Mum, behave or Sir won't untie you."

"You little rascal!" June pulled at her bonds (admittedly not very hard and for effect).

"Come on, Mum, be nice. You don't want me to tickle your feet, do you?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

David reached around his Mum's ankles and grabbed them tightly in an arm lock. June yelped with equal amounts of surprise and delight. David used his free hand to take off the red mules on her feet, exposing her stockinged soles.

"Now, Mum I don't think you're being very fair with this outfit choosing game."

"Yes, I am!"

"No, Mum, you're not!" With that David quickly tickled June's feet. She squealed as the wicked tickling feeling travelled up her body. "I'm not getting to choose all your clothing, am I?"

June squirmed in the armchair as David once more began to let his fingers dance over his Mum's soles. "Wh-what do you mean? Please I'll do anything, just stop-!"

The Son didn't stop. "Well, does Sir get to pick your underwear?" June kicked with her feet.

"Does- Does Sir want to?"

David traced a figure-of-eight across her feet. "What do you think, Mum?"

"OK! OK! S-Sir can choose my- my underwear too!"

"Promise?"

"For God's sakes yes, please stop, please stop!"

The lad ceased his assault on his Mother's feet and let them go from his arms. As he reached forward to pick up her shoes he felt the tap of a flying cotton real bounce off of his head.

June was catching her breath and trying not to laugh. "You little sod!"

He placed her mules carefully back on each foot. "Watch it with the flying sewing kit, Mum, or Sir won't like it!"

The Mother leaned forward in her chair. "Well maybe next time, Sir should make sure he ties my hands too."

Their eyes met, both searching to see if the message had been meant, meant and then understood.

"Sir, will make sure of that."

June then reached forward and pulled David towards her, he half stumbled on to the arm chair wrapping his Mother in an embrace tighter than the one before in the kitchen. Her lips met his ear and she whispered to him. "Oh, David. I like this, I like this a lot. Do- do you?"

"Oh Mum, I do. I really do."

"Good. Don't stop, promise me?"

"I promise, Mum."

She kissed his ear, then his cheek and then ever so briefly his lips. David felt incredible, he didn't want this to end either.

Then, realising, she had to keep a grip, keep control, June coughed and sat up right.

"Alright, Mister, let's get this mess cleared up."

The Son nodded and began to tidy up the pieces of ribbon, his cock throbbing hard in his pants.

Later on that night, David didn't hear his Mother pad down the stairs to the kitchen cupboard. Once again he thought he might have crossed the line, pushed her too far. Opening his bedroom door a crack, he noticed there was a low moaning coming from his Mum's bedroom through the gloom.

He nimbly reached his Mother's bedroom door and peered through the keyhole. She hadn't even reached the kitchen.

The red skirt was pushed up around her waist, the sweater had been discarded altogether. His mother lay back on the bed, stockinged legs wide apart. Her breasts were free and she was arching her back with pleasure. Her pearl necklace glinted in the dark light of the bedroom. Between her legs, June's fingers worked overtime rubbing her wet, sodden pussy, her clit as red as the mules still on her feet. The moaning became names "Sir, David, Sir.. yes, fuck me, Sir, David, please, fuck, yes please..."

Her Son couldn't help himself, his prick was erect and in need of attention, he began to wank himself as his Mother's voice guided them both to another climax. Morning couldn't come soon enough. 



Milk and Cookies Mom Ch. 05



When morning did come, David was asleep, dreaming that his sexy Mother, June, was sucking his cock underneath his desk while he sat in his history exam. Who needed grades when life could feel this good? In his dream he winked at an astonished girl sat next to him, barely able to comprehend what she was seeing. 

He then heard his Mum's voice. How could she be speaking to him if her mouth was busy slurping down his prick? He came around, realising that the dream was ending and that his real Mother was there in his bedroom.

"David... come on, sweetie, get up. You need to get up if we're going to play our game this morning."

The game. David's eyes opened wide and he smiled upon seeing his Mum. She was dressed in her white robe, tied loosely this morning, allowing for a beautiful valley of cleavage to be presented to him. Below the sheet's David's cock was already hard and showed no signs of dissipating.

"Um, yeah, sure thing, Mum."

June told him to be in her bedroom in five minutes, which gave David enough time to make his way to the bathroom. The sexy Mother glanced behind her on the landing to see David walking to the bathroom, his rock hard prick barely contained in his boxers. She purred with delight and went to her bedroom.

On the bed she had arranged four sets of underwear, though three of those could be considered lingerie instead. On the far left was set of white undies, plain and sensible. Next to that was a chocolate covered full-cup bra and panties with lace sides in a rose design. To that set's right was a dark blue demi bra set with matching thong panties. The final set was black, with a red trim, sheer and satiny, another demi bra coupled this time with a pair of french cut black panties. It was quite the little collection, thought June, it would be interesting to see what David would pick.

Her Son didn't waste time. Barely dry from the shower he walked into his Mum's bedroom, wrapped only in a beach towel around his waist. His body was still gleaming from the shower, his hair messed-up. 

June was a little lost for words. "That was, well, quick."

"You told me to hurry up, Mum" David then sat on the edge of her bed over looking the four sets of underwear. "So, this is the selection for today, yes?"

"Yes. I hope, Sir approves."

"Well not of this one," replied David, pointing a finger at the plain white set of bra and knickers.

June's face was picture of mock disappointment. "But these were my favourites!"

"Pull the other one, Mum."

June giggled and quickly gathered up the dull garments. The three more exciting sets remained.

"So which do you think, Sir?"

David considered the remaining sets, it was hard to think straight. Which of these would turn him on most? They all looked very sexy and each would look amazing on his Mum. In the end he resolved he would see her wear each, so it didn't matter which he picked today.

"I think I would like you to wear... the middle set."

June nodded and picked up the dark blue bra and thong panties. "Please wait here, Sir," she told him as she exited.

David waited until he heard the bathroom door shut and then picked up the chocolate brown panties that still lay on the bed. He held them up to the light, inspecting them, imagining his Mum's round ass filling them out. His cock was upright and rubbing against the material of the towel. Loosening the towel at his waist, he freed his cock from beneath the folds and wrapped his hand around it. Taking one more look to make sure his Mum was still safely in the bathroom he quickly pulled the silky material of the panties over his hard cock and began to wank himself with urgency. The material felt so good clinging to the warmth of his dick as he pumped it. He imagined his Mum's gloved hands giving him the most rigorous and needed wank as she cooed and encouraged him to shoot his semen for her.

The bathroom door opened with it's familiar unlocking and creek and David quickly fumbled the panties from his cock and put them back on the bed beside the bra. He pushed his cock back down beneath the towel and waited. June came back into the room once again wrapped in her robe. She teasingly laughed and moved to the centre of the room in front of David.

"I hope Sir approves," she said. Undoing the cord, June pulled the robe off her.

Placing her hands on her hips, one foot crossed in front of the other, June looked magnificent in the dark blue bra and panties. Her breasts sat proud and beautiful, bunched nicely in the push-up bra. The panties rode high on her legs, shiny and leading into a perfect v-shape that lead between her legs. Her stockings were nude, but gave her legs a sexy sheen. Her one inch heeled slippers rounded off the look. 

June slowly moved around and gave a David a good look of the thin thong disappearing between her butt cheeks. She knew she had done well, he was amazed, not only that, she could see his boner poking between the folds of the towel he had on. Once June had turned to face him again, she once more sought his approval.

"Yes. Yes, I do Mum. I approve," said David, aware that his Mum could probably see his towel-tent.

Grinning, June walked over to the bed and leaned down to hug David. This time they both felt on fire. Skin on skin, the topless David against his Mother in her fine lingerie. David pulled his Mum towards him and June toppled forward on to the bed, her body pressed up against his. June gave a little whelp of surprise that she covered up with some giggles, she could feel on her thigh the heat of David's cock through the towel. His warm, wet body held against her perfumed, bare skin.

"Don't be gone too long," he whispered to June.

"I promise I won't be, Sir," she whispered back.

They kissed each other on the cheek and then David let her go. June knelt on the bed and went to pick up the remaining sets of underwear. Her hand immediately went to the chocolate brown panties, which she help up to the light. David froze, petrified she'd notice that he'd had them on his cock.

"Oh look at these, David, you've dripped all over these. Honestly, go and dry yourself off."

David agreed and relieved, he scurried out of the bedroom.

June looked at the panties once more and then brought them to her mouth, kissing them.

"David..." she whispered.

The morning was bright and brisk. June walked with a spring in her step, dressed in her grey jumper and black skirt, covered with a sensible black coat. Her calf length boots added extra height, but overall the outfit was respectable and sensible. Only the naughty Mother knew about the sexy underwear that lay beneath.

In her mind she had played this morning's hug over and over. It had felt so intense. So wrong and so very right. She had wanted to give herself to him on the bed there and then. Tell him he had permission, tell him he could take her every morning if he desired. Standing there in her underwear she had felt vulnerable yet desired. Powerless yet utterly aroused. It was a feeling that she had loved alone, but now she wanted to share it with her Son.

June approached the shops and her mind turned to later. He want to see her change again when she got back, the thought excited her once more. Right now I'm good Mummy, when I get home I'll be bad Mummy, she thought. June's grin returned.

Meanwhile David had already cum thinking about the morning's activities. He had been tempted to go back into his Mum's underwear drawer and finish off what he'd begun with the panties he'd had earlier, but he hadn't dared. Instead he had lay on his bed jerking off to the thought of making love to his Mother on her bed. He had pictured his body pressed down on hers, those stockinged legs pushed right back, his shoulders propping them up, as he thrust deep into her pussy like there was no other woman in the world he could fuck.

Two hours had gone by since his Mother had left to deliver Mrs Grace's sampler and David was now pacing his room. Revision had gone out of the window, he couldn't concentrate. The distraction was enormous and masturbating wasn't helping. He felt angry. Shouldn't she be back by now? He tried to calm down. Took some deep breaths, made himself some green tea. For another half an hour he went back over his study notes. Good, regain control, balance, the young man thought. He worked diligently at the kitchen table, his eyes only flicking up once to the locked cupboard door that had begun these events.

At half-past eleven exactly, June came breezing in through the front door. Shutting it behind her and placing her coat on its hook, she walked into the kitchen.

"How's it going?" she asked David.

David told her he'd been hard at it for the past hour and a half. A lie, but one that David thought was probably for the best.

"So?" June shrugged.

David wondered what she was talking about for a second and then realised.

"Oh... oh yes! Don't you think you'd better get changed, Mum?"

"Yes, Sir. Follow me please." June walked out of the kitchen and winced as David banged his knee on the kitchen table in his hurry to follow her. "Do try and be careful, Sir."

He followed his Mother up the stairs, her ass swaying seductively in the black skirt and boots. His eyes followed all the way to her bedroom, where he once more took up his position on the bed, though this time in his jeans and t-shirt.

Bad Mummy, thought June and began the moves she had rehearsed in her head.

The grey jumper came off first once more revealing her pale smooth skin and the gorgeous blue bra. She stood facing David to do this, making sure he got the best view. Next, she unzipped the skirt, pulling it over hips and stepping out of it. This left June in her underwear and black boots. David's heart pounded.

Wiggling her butt, June moved over to her dresser chair and placed one booted foot on top of it, she then unzipped the boot and stepped out of it. David gulped. The second boot followed. All that was missing, thought David, was the music.

June stepped forward again.

"Now, Sir. I think we agreed on a white blouse and short green skirt with matching heels."

"Well, we didn't agree, I said I'd think about it," replied David. "But I trust your judgement."

"Thank you, Sir," June padded back to the her wardrobe and pulled out a suitable white blouse. It was crisp with elbow length sleeves. Once more she faced her Son to do the buttons up. The skirt came next, it once more ended mid-thigh, ending just below the stockingtops. June deftly tucked her blouse in and then found the shoes she wanted. They matched the green of the skirt and were three inch high stilettos. She walked over to the mirror and checked her reflection. The blouse was already straining against her large bosom and so June decided to take advantage of this by undoing the top two buttons on the blouse. Still at the mirror, she picked up her lipstick and made sure she applied a new coat of subtle red to her lips. Satisfied, she turned around and settled back against the dresser, leaning against it, letting her skirt ride up her legs as she stretched them out in front of her. 

David's mouth was dry. The transformation had been extraordinary. Here was his sexy, pouting Mom in all her glory, looking smoking hot and knowing it. 

"Well, Sir, do I meet with approval?"

He couldn't stop staring, those legs, that butt, he had to have them! Then he suddenly remembered the frustration, the inability to concentrate, the need within him. David stood up.

"You do..."

"I sense a 'but'."

"I thought I told you not to be long, Mum."

"Oh- I... well, Mrs Grace does go on you know."

David was advancing on her. "No excuse, Mum. I thought you would have been back within two hours."

"What- what are you going to do, Sir?"

Let's see how far the game goes, thought David. 

"Turn around, Mum, place your palms flat on the dresser."

Suddenly giddy, June did as she was told. He surely wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do?

"Butt out, Mum."

June proudly thrust her barely covered backside outwards, the skirt rode up revealing her stockingtops. In the mirror she could see David standing behind her, admiring her ass. She breathed deeply.

The Son reached across the dresser and picked up his Mother's hairbrush.

"Next time, you will come home on time, got me?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

WHACK! David landed the hairbrush square on his Mum's rump. She let out a yelp of surprise.

"Do you understand me, Mum!?"

WHACK! The pain came again.

June tried to catch her breath. "OH! Yes, yes, Sir. I understand!" She squirmed, clenching the muscles in her butt, David watched the display lasciviously. 

"Good. There will be three more to make sure you do understand."

"Yes, Sir, I-" 

WHACK! June cried out once more. WHACK! WHACK! She arched her back in pleasure and pain. Her ass, her pussy were on fire. It had been so, so long since she had been spanked and now, David, her own Son was giving it to her. When she realised the last slap had met her bottom she turned around and threw herself at her Son. Wrapping her arms around him, pushing her pussy and breasts against his body, her stockinged legs lifting across his own legs. David dropped the brush and held his Mother close to him.

"Oh, Sir, Sir... I promise I won't do it again, I promise I'll be good. I'm bad I'm so bad, but I'll try to be good, I promise I will!"

David's hands ran up and down his Mother's body, resting on her ass, he pulled her in tight, pushing his erection against her leg. June moaned with delight and it was then that her lips met his. The kiss, instantly sexual, beyond anything they'd ever done before, fused their bodies together with total passion. David felt his Mother's tongue enter his mouth and he responded in kind. June felt wet, needy, riled and alive. It was only a kiss, wasn't it? Wasn't it? 



Milk and Cookies Mom Ch. 06



June Anderson's body bent to the will of her Son. Their kiss was powerful, dizzying and June felt herself fall backwards against the dresser in her bedroom as her Son David pushed down against her body. His erection, firm and hot was pressed against her with urgency. The Mother looked deep into her Son's eyes, both had equal measures of fear and desire. Her fingers scratched down David's shoulders. They both breathed deeply.

"Mum?" asked David.

She knew what she wanted. Her fingers moved to David's jeans and quickly popped the button through to his flies.

His gaze moved from her fingers back to her eyes. "Oh, shit," was all he could manage. He tried to respond by taking off his t-shirt and half succeeded. June quickly pulled it off over his head and then went back to his jeans yanking them down. David's cock sprang forward at her and she gasped with surprise. It was red and glistening. Wasting no more time June grasped the base of the cock and David moaned with delight. His own hands went to work quickly on her blouse, as his Mum squeezed his cock with delicious anticipation. David freed her bosom from the blouse and it bounced pleasingly in front of him, encased in the dark blue bra. His mouth instinctively went towards her breast, hungrily kissing the beautiful globes, running his tongue in to the cleft of her cleavage.

The young man stepped out of his trousers, his boxer shorts a crumpled heap he kicked into the corner. His hands found the edges of his Mother's small green skirt. His palms grazed the nylon of her stockingtops and pushed the skirt upwards. June balanced her still warm backside on the dresser and pulled her Son towards her. Her legs parted, thighs welcoming him in as the skirt bunched up around her waist and David pressed his body against hers. Her fingers curled around his young cock once more.

"Mum I've never... you know..."

June rubbed his cock up and down with her fingers. "It's alright, baby, it's alright, let me take care of you." 

She hooked the thin material of the panties to one side with her fingers and guided his cock to her pussy. David moaned as his prick entered his Mum's steaming sex. She told him to push forward and he did. His cock slid deep inside his Mother's wet cunt as they both cried out and she wrapped her arms and legs around his naked body.

David was overcome with a mixture of emotions: warmth from his Mother's embrace, frustration from the days of teasing he'd endured and the incredible urge to fuck the body he was inside. He went with his instincts. Slowly he began to slide in and out of his Mum's body. The dresser rocked gently back and forth as David began to find a rhythm of fucking the beautiful woman in front of him.

June responded by matching his thrusts with her own body. She pushed up to meet him, bending backwards as her nyloned legs, wrapped around his body, gently moved up and down. She moaned with delight as she saw the both of them in the mirror, his naked body pounding against her willing flesh, still in her lingerie, heels and hose. This is what she needed- no, they both needed! 

She murmured encouragement to her Son. "That's it baby, does it feel good? Does it feel good being in deep in Mummy's pussy? Keep going baby it feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yesss..." David found it difficult to speak, he was so wrapped up in banging the body of the woman he loved more than any in the world. The pounding of the dresser increased. The young man thrust further, harder, he didn't want to stop but he could already feel the cum rising in his balls. He moaned louder. June squeezed her thighs. She wanted him to shoot deep inside her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back.

"Fuck me, David, fuck me. Cum in my pussy, cum deep in your Mother's pussy. Fuck me like I'm your toy I'm a slut, David. Mummy is a slut!"

The sordid words from the mouth of his pretty Mother were too much for David. He grabbed her ass and drove hard with his final few thrusts, crashing the dresser against the wall. Hairbrushes and make-up clattered to the floor. June's lips found his neck, bit his earlobe, squeezed him even tighter.

"Oh shit! Yes Mum, fuck, Mum, yesss! Shit!" David began to spurt into his Mother's cunt. Long jets of semen shot from his balls into his Mother for the first time, into a woman for the first time.

"Do it, baby, do it in Mummy, yes! Oh FUCK!" She felt the warm feeling of the cum hit her and in turn it triggered her own orgasm. Weeks, months, years of need burst from June as she climaxed on top of her Son's spurting cock. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and screamed with intense pleasure as her cum shook her body with astounding ferocity. The feeling reverberated between both their bodies. 

Both gasped for breath, sweat glistening on their chests, the room drifting in a haze of heat and passion. Both Mother and Son trembled as their climaxes slowly began to subside. David blinking in the light of the bedroom, found his Mum's gaze and then kissed her deeply on the lips. Their tongues found each other and they held tight, David's cock still hard within his Mother's pussy.

A few moments later, David lay stretched out on his Mum's bed, still naked, his mind trying to piece together how he had managed to do this. June lay on her side next to him, resting her hand on her chin and smiling. Her breasts were now free from her bra, and she pushed her chest up against his naked body.

"Wow, Mum, I mean... wow."

June giggled. "Well I guess that eased some our tension, huh?"

"Just a bit!" David smiled at June and then stared at the ceiling.

"Are you OK, honey?"

"Yes, I just... I never did that before. With anyone. Let alone, you, Mum. I mean how many lose their virginities to their Mums?"

June frowned a little and then smoothed his brow with her hand. "Think of it as, well, practice, Baby. You get to practice on me... If you want to, that is and then when you're ready for a relationship of your own you'll be able to impress the girls." The Mum wasn't sure she was saying the right thing. Hell, what could she say? She had just taken her Son's virginity. However he had wanted it, he had played the game, they both liked it.

Meanwhile David had thought carefully about his Mum's words. "I love you so much, Mum, I really do and I know you just want the best for me, but I've got to know... Are you really OK about us doing this? About us doing this again?"

June moved her body closer towards him. She drew a finger around her left nipple. "Come and and suck here, baby." David stared at his Mum's breasts for a moment and then moved his head towards her breast. His lips found her nipple and as June caressed her Son's head he began to do something he hadn't done for years.

The Mother stroked her Son's hair as he sucked and she spoke softly to him.

"David, ever since you were born, I've wanted to be there for you and now you're a man, I wanted to please you in ways I know no other woman could. I wanted you to be proud of me. When you really began to notice me, notice how I had made and effort for you, well, it made me so happy and yet so horny." Her Son smiled as he continued to suck on his Mum's tit. "That's why I loved you telling me what to wear, how to act, it turned me on so much. Then, when I knew you'd be watching my little performances in the cupboard-"

He broke away from her breast. "You knew I was watching?"

June guided his head back to her tit. "Yes, sweetie, you need to clean up after yourself. I knew you were there and I knew that I loved knowing that. I just wanted to please you. Judging by the look on your face I was able to do that. I love you so much, baby."

David moaned and then parted from the breast once more. "I love you too, Mum." His lips then went back to gratefully sucking.

He felt his Mum's hand drift down his body and take a hold of his cock, now firm once more, nurtured by her firm, full tits. Slowly her fingers began to work up and down his warm, pulsing shaft.

"So, to answer your question, dear, yes, Mummy wants to keep playing."

"You mean you'll keep dressing up for me?" David looked up at his Mum.

"Of course. You keep your eye on the ball with these exams, you continue to revise. That's a must. But, every afternoon or evening or whenever you need it, Mummy will take the pressure off. Any outfit, any fantasy, Mummy will do it for you. Just make sure you tell no one, I mean NO ONE, about us."

"Sure, it's our secret, Mum. I'd never betray you like that."

"Good. Now: do you want Mummy to jerk it off for you or suck it out of you?"

David nearly choked. Her hand kept travelling up and down his dick. "Could, could you suck it?"

June grinned. "Of course, Sir. Anything you say."

The hot and horny Mum slid away from her Son's chest and moved down the bed so she was at his feet. Pushing up on her palms, so to give her Son a wonderful look at her breasts, June pushed herself forward and then, so slowly, it made David cry out, she slid her lips over his aching cock.

The young man clenched his fists as his Mother's lips went to work over his swollen prick. The warmth of her mouth and the flickering sensation of her tongue were incredible. His cock journeyed past her tongue to the back of her throat. June gripped he base of his prick and jerked to meet with the movements of her mouth. David watched in amazement as his Mum gave him the first and best blow job of his life. She was feasting on his cock like she needed it, the same way he had immediately sucked at her tit. It was passion and instinct and love. He felt his balls tingle in anticipation.

June closed her lips over his prick even tighter. This was what she had desired to do for her Son for so long. All that wasted cum when he wanked. She could have had it all. The Mum mewed with delight as she realised he was going to spunk in her mouth. David's moans were getting louder, harsher, dirty. Every "fuck" or "shit" from her Son's mouth spurred June on and she sucked hungrily, wanting to drain his balls, wanting to prove what she could do for her Son.

It didn't take much. Her tongue flicked over his cock-head once more and that was enough. His cum erupted in her mouth, spraying inside as his body jerked and shook on the bed. She swallowed as much as she could, not wanting to disappoint him, to show how a woman should suck him off. David writhed with body-shaking feelings of intensity. His toes were curled, knees tense, arms and shoulders stiff as his orgasm passed through him. After a few, final jerks, he stopped.

His Mum lifted up her head, wiping away the droplets of cum still forming around her lips. She moved up his body, resting her head on his chest, both of them drifting off into a much needed sleep.

By the evening David was beginning to feel that today had been a very good day indeed. They had both slept for a few hours and then June declared what she called a 'slight return for normality' and that David needed to concentrate on his revision. Shaking his head, wondering how on earth he was supposed to do that, he dragged his feet back to his room and settled down to his books.

About 6pm June called up to him and told him he needed to shower before dinner. It sounded like a good way to refresh himself and so David ran the hot water and began to scrub himself down. On finishing he pulled back the curtains and blinked, looking for a towel. As he dried off he noticed that all his clothes were missing from the floor while his dressing gown remained. There was a white note lying on top that read:

'All you need, love Mum X'

She must have snuck in, stolen his clothes and left this! Surprised and aroused, David quickly dried off and climbed inside the warm dressing gown. He hurried downstairs.

The first sight that greeted him was very pleasant indeed. His Mum was pouring two glasses of red wine. She wore a tiny black dress that David had never seen before, barely covering her ass and the tops of her seamed stockings. It was sleeveless with a couple of shoulder straps that somehow contained her motherly bosom. To top the outfit off, June had the pair of fetish black pumps with the four inch heel that David had seen her retrieve from the chest in the cupboard a few nights ago.

"Hello, Sir. Glass of wine?"

"Yes please, Mum, you look- I mean amazing!"

"Thank you, Sweetie." June placed a glass in front of her Son who was now sat at the kitchen table entranced by her every, sexy move. As she sashayed towards him David leered at her bouncing breasts. "I'm glad you like Mummy's dress, darling, she's been saving it for a special occasion. I'm afraid dinner's going to be a little while, I hope that's OK?"

Taking a sip of the wine, David nodded. He could already feel his prick beginning to poke through the gap in his dressing gown. Instead of sitting in a chair, June lifted herself up to sit on the table in front of him, crossing her legs with a delicious nylon *swishhh*. Her Son sat opened mouthed as she did this, he looked up at her gorgeous legs. She gently swung one stiletto back and forth inches away from the emerging head of his cock.

"Do you have to go over to Mrs Rein's tomorrow to help with her garden?" asked June, drinking from her glass.

"Well I said I would, I mean there's meant to be a bunch of us over there to shift that dead wood."

"Oh," June pouted.

"But, um, well I could always be... ill."

"Ill! Now that's a good idea!" June grinned and asked David to pass her the handbag that was slung over the back of his chair. She reached in and pulled out a mobile phone. Smiling, she dialled the number of Mrs Rein. "Hello, Mrs Rein? It's June here, David's Mum..."

As she spoke, June's stiletto parted the folds of David's gown, exposing his erect cock to the open air. Surprised, David gripped the edges of his seat. The toe of her shoe began to graze up and down on the underside of his cock.

"Well I'm afraid he's ill, poor thing... Yes... Such a terrible fever. I've never seen him so hot. Well if it can wait a few days, I'm sure he'll recover... OK, thank you, Mrs Rein. Bye-bye."

June put the phone down as she pressed with her shoe harder.

"Ohhh shit, Mum!"

"Did Mummy do a good job, lying for you, Sir?" 

"Oh, god, Mum, yes, thank you, thank you..."

"I love lying for you, Sir. I'd do anything for you? Oh- sorry I started playing with your cock, but you weren't playing with yourself."

"You want me to play with it?"

June smiled reassuringly at her Son. "Of course, David. Anytime you like, if we're alone and you need to, just start jerking it for Mummy. Do you need to jerk it now?"

"Yes... Yes I do. Stand up and stick your ass out again, like you did earlier."

Pushing off the table, June lowered herself on to the floor and then bent over the table. Her dress lifted up past her stockingtops and exposed her ass. She wore no panties. David's hand immediately began to rub her bottom as his other hand pulled on his prick. June pressed herself against the wood of the table, her breathing deep but steady.

"Tell me, Mum... You would do anything... You're picking me up from college and I'm in the car, in need of relief, what do you do?"

June thought for a second and then replied. "I drive you to secluded part of town or maybe in to a country lane and suck the cum out of your needy cock."

David's hands were now both on June's thighs. He was parting them gently, wanting her to show him her pussy.

"I've just managed to get all As in my exams. What do you do to reward me?"

"I take you for dinner at a lovely restaurant and rub my stockinged feet all over your cock beneath the table cloth. We then go to a hotel and I let you fuck me until I can't walk."

David positioned his cock just ahead of his Mother's pussy. June felt the electric touch of prick on her pussy lips.

"I've brought a girl home, she wants you to touch her. What do you do?"

"I lick that little slut's pussy until she can't cum any more, while you jerk off watching us. I then let you tie me up as you fuck my cunt and she rides on my face to another orgasa-AAAH!"

The young man rammed his cock deep inside his Mum's pussy. The thought of her doing another woman had been too much for David, he had to have her. Pulling both her hips towards him, he drove deeper and moaned in ecstasy. His head swam. Recovering, he asked her another question.

"It's... the day of my wedding, I ask you, ah, to come to me before the ceremony in my hotel room, what do you do?"

"I let you fuck me, spank me, anything you need, anything to remind you, I'm everything your wife can't give you- ohhh, fuck, baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

The thought of his own Mother being his slut, even on the day he gets married, spurred David on with increasing thoughts of incestuous lust. He began to bang against the table, fingers gripping his Mum's body as it shook against the table.

"You're a slut, Mum, a slut! You just crave your Son's cock, don't you?"

"Yes! I am a slut. Fuck your Mother, David, fuck your slut. Cum deep inside her. Use me! Just fuck me!"

The possibilities, the fantasies, the opportunities were now all open to David. He looked down at his perfect Mum's perfect body, being pounded, like she had done to herself in the cupboard and realised that this was now perfect for him. Every boy's dream, a sexy compliant woman to attend to his every need and his Mum too. He loved her so much.

Now violently banging her against the table, David couldn't stop the oncoming tide of cum that erupted from his cock, June's whole body felt violated and satiated at once. The warm liquid spray that washed inside her made her yowl with sensual, sexual need. David wanted to pour every last drop inside her, to make her his, to fulfil what she had wanted for him, for them both. His body shook against hers, his groin smacked against her peachy white ass and he finally came once more inside his perfect little housewife and Mother, June. 



Milk and Cookies Mom Ch. 07



The following morning David awoke in his Mother's bed. As he opened his eyes he saw the adoring face of his Mum, June looking down at him. She smiled at her Son as she stood by the bed. David propped himself up on to his elbow.

He looked at the woman who he had fucked with such abandon the night before and his cock once more began to stir. She was stood by the bed dressed in a tight white blouse with one too many buttons undone showing her plentiful cleavage, this was tucked into a black mini skirt that ended mid-thigh. Tied around her waist was a dainty white apron. On her legs she had a pair of shiny tan stockings on, different to the pair that David had ripped and laddered the night before after his brutal fucking of her against the kitchen table. On her feet were a pair of peep-toe black heels. Looking her up and down, David's cock rose to attention.

"Good morning, Sir." June told him.

"Good morning, Mum."

"It's time for Sir's bath."

David rubbed his eyes and then looked with some surprise at what his Mother had just said. She responded by picking up a towel from the drawer next to her. Once more she told him it was time for his bath. David shifted out of the crisp white sheets of his Mum's bed and walked over to the door where June was waiting for him. She reached a hand up to his cheek and kissed him on the lips. David responded by kissing her back, but only for a moment. 

June broke the kiss. "Follow me please, Sir." With that, June strode off in front of David, hips, swinging lightly from side-to-side, her ass wiggling in that short black skirt. David's cock was now rigid. 

In the bathroom, the bath was full, with steaming water covered in bubbles. June indicated for David to get in. David did as requested and lowered his naked body into the water.

"Not too hot is it, Sir?"

"No, not at all, Mum." David began to cup water over his shoulders.

"Let me do that, Sir." June knelt down and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse.

"Mum, you don't want to get that blouse wet, do you?"

June paused. "Well... no, Sir."

"Perhaps you should take it off then."

It wasn't a question, it was an instruction. June nodded and, still kneeling, undid the buttons on her blouse. David leaned back in the bubbles and found his cock. He began to stroke it as she undressed. The final button undone, June pulled the blouse off over her shoulders revealing a surprise for her Son. She wore no bra, her breasts were free and sat proudly in front of her boy. David moaned as he jerked off in the water looking at his Mother's wonderful tits.

The sexy Mum fished around in the water for the flannel and began to squeeze water all over her Son's chest. Removing his hands from his erect prick, David tried to relax. His Mother's hands hands worked expertly over his teenage body rubbing and smoothing the flannel around him. David closed his eyes as she bathed him. It felt wonderful. The steam and the heat of the bath were going to his head, he sighed contentedly.

His eyes opened once more as June took a hold of his cock. She pulled the foreskin back to reveal his red, ready head. Her Son mewed with delight. Her fingers squeezed and tickled his balls as her David moaned. 

Satisfied he was nice and hard, she told him it was time to get out. David agreed and stood up, his cock pointing right out in front of him as the water trickled down his body. June stood and grabbed the towel she had brought. Opening it wide, David stepped into the towel and the Mother wrapped it around her Son. She began to vigorously dry him down and David smiled as she moved the towel over him. He ogled his Mother's breasts as they bounced with her rubbing movements. She paid extra special attention to his penis dragging the towel over it with rigor.

June took a step back. "Oh dear, that doesn't look like it's going down does it?" 

David bit his lip and shook his head.

"Well, Mummy will take care if it, dear." June stepped forward and put her hand under her little white apron and wrapped it around his cock. David gasped. "There, there, darling. Just relax and let Mummy take care of you." 

She shook his cock hard. David groaned and grunted as the material of the apron rubbed up and down his swollen prick. He watched her breasts shake up and down as the horny Mother jerked him off. He clenched his fists as he felt the cum rising in his balls, boiling, desperate for relief. June continued to encourage her Son and his hands quickly went to his Mum's tits and squeezed both of them. It was her turn to moan with pleasure and she increased the pace on his cock. David squeezed his Mummy's breasts hard and the cum erupted from his cock. His hips moved back and forth as the semen sprayed into the white material of the apron. June continued to shake his cock as the boy's seed spilled out. His Mother milked his prick until the last drop dribbled into the fabric of the apron. David swayed unsteadily from side-to-side.

"There, dear, wasn't that a nice way to start the day?"

"Yes, thank you..."

Half an hour later and David sauntered downstairs to the kitchen and sat down at the table, he took a moment to remember the deep fucking he had given his Mother the evening before. June meanwhile had replaced her blouse and was making tea. She placed two mugs on the table and sat opposite her Son, making sure to cross her legs and give him a good view of her legs.

David took hold of the mug. "So, Mum... I wanted to ask you about the cupboard?"

June blushed a little and looked into her tea. She then met her Son's gaze. "Well.. I needed some space that I could go and be a different person. One who enjoys being tied up and fucked and could wear clothes, that well, now I can around the house."

"And I love the fact that you do."

She smiled. "So that was why I needed the space."

"And did you always tie yourself up, with the handcuffs and stuff?"

"No, not every time. Sometimes it was just enough to lift my skirt up and, you know, get myself off..."

The thought of his Mum masturbating all alone in that cupboard made David very aroused, but also quite sad too. He played with the handle of his mug. "Show me," he asked her.

Nearly choking on her tea, June put the mug down and stared at him. "You mean, here?"

"Yes. Lift your skirt up and show me what you used to do. I'll keep an eye on the garden, make sure no one decides to visit us."

June looked out the window, and then nodded to David. She stood up in front of him and pulled the hem of her skirt upwards, bunching it up over her bum. She wore neat, black satin panties, pleasantly framing the tops of her thighs where the dark band of her hold-up stockingtops were. She put her fingers to the panties to pull them down, but David stopped her. He stood up and firmly took hold of the elasticated band of the black panties and pulled them down. He crouched as he did so, allowing his Mum to step out of them with her high heels still on. He looked up at her already glistening pussy, with it's inviting lips and neatly trimmed hair.

"Thank you, Sir," said June. She then sat back down into the chair and spread her stockinged legs wide giving David an unrestricted view of her pussy. David settled back down to, still holding her panties. June put two of her fingers into her mouth, moistening them and then slowly moved them down to her cunt. 

David watched, fascinated as the fingers carefully moved across the folds of skin and found the pink, fleshy button of her clit. With practised rhythm, June began to draw her fingers back and forth over her already swollen sex. "Don't stop, Mum, just keep going."

June nodded and continued to massage her pussy with her slender fingers. David's fingers toyed with the satin of the black panties in his hand.

"I don't think you'll need to wear panties any more in my presence, Mum. Do you?"

"Oh, I definitely won't, Sir."

"Also I want you in stockings and heels all the time. Do you understand?"

June let out a low moan as her fingers pressed around her clit in a circular motion. "I do, Sir. I promise, nothing but stockings and heels for my Son."

Pleased with the result, David decided to go further. "From now on, Mother, no more cupboard. You ask my permission to cum if you need to. Understand? If I'm not around you call me. However if you need to cum, then come and find me and we will do it together."

Leaning back in the chair as her fingers continued to work, June nodded in assent. "Yes, Sir, I will ask your permission."

"I think you will need to be spanked regularly. Would you agree?"

"Ohhhh, yes, Sir... yes...." June could feel the beginnings of her climax stirring within her. 

"Failure to adhere to these rules will mean I withhold any sort of contact. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yessss, Sir. Perfectly... ohhh, shit, yes perfectly clear."

David could see his Mother was near to cumming. "Stand up," he told her firmly.

June stopped and carefully got up.

"Face the table, press down on the table with your fingers. No matter what happens you don't stop touching, clear?"

June nodded and turned. Her fingertips pressed on the table.

"Legs apart," David commanded. She did as she was told. "Open your mouth, wide." David took the black panties and gently pushed them inside his Mother's mouth to act as a gag. June moaned as he did so and he smiled at her. He then drew his own fingers to his lips and sucked them. Reaching around his Mother his fingers went straight to her pussy.

June almost screamed. David's fingers were now massaging around her clit, just as her own hand had done a moment before. June shook with trepidation and excitement. She looked at herself, her reflection appearing in the kitchen window. Open to humiliation should anyone walk up the garden path, her own panties stuffed into her mouth to gag her, legs wide apart like a slut for her Son.

David slowly increased the speed of his fingers on her swollen clit. He looked over shoulder to see one of her fingers lift up from the table's surface.

WHACK! His hand went straight across her pert bum, leaving a light red mark. June howled through the black panties.

"I told you, Mother, your fingers must stay on the table."

June quickly nodded and began to moan even more deeply from her Son's magic touch and the pleasurable stinging of her ass. She tried to rotate her hips to meet with his touch, but it was soon too much. Her muffled groans of joy grew longer and louder. She tried to beg for permission but the panties-gag wouldn't let her. David began to vibrate his fingers back and forth over her clit. June dug her nails into the table to keep them there as her orgasm was unleashed.

She trembled and quaked as she came on her Son's fingers, almost humping his hand with wild need. She bit down on the satin of the panties and looked at herself, cumming like an incestual slut from her Boy's fingers.

As the orgasm began to fade a little, David reached up and pulled the panties from her mouth. June gulped down deep breaths as David pulled her towards him. His arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace and her head found the nape of his neck. 

"Oh, oh thank you, Sir. Thank you!"

David held his Mother tight against him.

That evening David was once more working in his room. After this weekend the exams would begin and the revision time over. He was loathe to admit it, but this would seriously cut in to all the fun he was having with his Mum. David realised the importance of the exams though. He didn't want to let his Mum down, after all she'd done for him, so he continued to study, spread out on his bed in his t-shirt and boxers, once again trying to remember the key dates of battles from classical antiquity.

There was a knock at the door. David asked his Mum to come in. 

June entered the room wearing a black robe that ended just above her knees. In the lamplight of David's room he was amazed at how her legs looked. The stockings she was wearing were the shiniest he'd ever seen on his Mother. They were flesh coloured, but looked so smooth that his mouth dropped open. On her feet were a pair of patent black slingbacks with a two inch heel. 

She put her hand on her hip for moment, posing for his pleasure and grinning before slowly, sexily walking into his room. David noticed than in her hand she what appeared to be a black jewellery box. 

"Hi, Mum. What's in the box?" David sat up on the edge of the bed as his Mother approached. She continued to smile at him as she stopped and held the box in both hands.

"David, I've been waiting, well, hoping really, for the right man to do this. Up until, well, this morning, in the kitchen, I wasn't sure who it would be, now I am convinced."

"Convinced about what, Mum?"

"David. I want you to collar me."

"Collar?" What, thought, David, like a dog?!

"Yes, Son, when a Master, takes a servant or slave he collars her in order to show she belongs to him. I bought this hoping one day I would meet the right man, only to find he was living with me all the time."

June offered the box to David who took it and opened it up. Inside was a choker made of white pearls, three lines on top of each other. David carefully fished it out of the box and held it up to examine it. On the back there was a small clasp.

"You want me to put this around your neck? To signify that I... own you?"

The Mother nodded. "Yes, David I do. Please."

David nodded and stood up. "Undress me please."

June stepped forward and pulled the t-shirt over his head. She then quickly pulled down his boxer shorts. His cock was once more erect at the sight of his Mum and she grinned as he stood naked before her.

He reached for the thin belt of her robe and pulled it open, pushing it back over her shoulders to the floor. Her breasts were encased in a beautiful purple demi bra that pleasingly bunched her breasts together. Below that she wore a matching purple garter belt that was clipped neatly to the tops of the shiny, shiny stockings. She wore no panties and her pussy was now completely bare, shaved and smooth.

"Oh my God, Mum," was all David could manage. Looking at her for a few seconds more he then sat back down on the side of the bed and ordered June to kneel.

June complied and knelt before him. 

David picked up the pearl choker. "Repeat after me. I, June Anderson-" June slowly repeated each part of David's speech with all due reverence. "Do solemnly declare, that I wish to be collared by my Son, David Anderson. I will submit myself to his will and obey his every command. I will take no other lovers or sexual partners without his consent. This choker, represents an unbroken bond of love and ownership that can never be destroyed. Do you consent?"

Hanging on his every word, June nodded. "I do, my Son, I do."

Pleased with his little speech, David told his Mother to come closer. She lifted her head up as David placed the pearl choker around it. He held the choker in place, both ends of the clasp between his fingers.

"Now bow down and take me in your mouth, Mother."

Without hesitation, June bent her head down and wrapped her mouth over the top of David's cock. The teenager gasped as her lips and tongue flicked over his penis. Satisfied that she had taken his cock all the way in her mouth, David clasped the pearl choker in place. It was complete. David had collared his own Mum.

"Now show me thanks, Mother."

June went to work on his cock. Her fingers curled around the base and squeezed. Her lips slid up and down his shaft like soft glove. David groaned with delight. She sucked hungrily, wanting to show him how good she was, how he had made the right choice to collar her. However David was not going to be satisfied with his Mother's mouth tonight. He wanted to be inside that wet, hungry, hairless pussy. Smooth and inviting. He told June to stop and then told her to lie down on his bedroom floor. She quickly agreed and lay down on her back parting her legs for him.

David knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees, sliding over the sheer, shiny stockings. He brought his cock up to the stockinged legs rubbing it over them, enjoying the sensation of the friction the nylon caused. June begged him to get inside her. David crawled over his Mum, as her breasts heaved. He felt her hand guiding his cock towards her pussy and then cried out as it plunged into her wet hole.

He pushed both her arms back, holding them down above her head as he began to fuck her. He had more confidence now and eagerly slammed his cock inside her, thrusting his body to meet hers. June tried to match his movements, wrapping her stockinged legs over his naked ass and humping back. He kissed her chest, her tits wrapped in the gorgeous purple material. He kissed her on the lips too, tongues entangling. She belonged to him now, she was his fuck anytime he desired. David's balls ached with the need for release as they slapped against his Mother. He was pounding her into the floor, eager to flood her Motherly pussy with his cum. 

June could feel her own orgasm building, quicker but no less intense than this morning's climax. Her whole body was crying out for this. Being used, being so wickedly fucked on the floor of her Son's bedroom. This time she begged his permission to cum.

"Yes, Mum, yesss, you can cum, yessss!"

David couldn't hold on any longer either and with a roar of passion started to spurt inside his Mother's wanton cunt. June's own orgasm blasted every area of her body as she came. She writhed and strained under her Son's body as he continued to pump his sperm inside her. She squeezed his body, tight against her with her arms and legs, riding out every last moment of ecstasy as the room shook and they tumbled towards release.

Slowly as June came around from her intense climax she saw David planting little kisses along her pearl choker. They were now committed to a new life of possibility and excitement.