7 comments/ 92240 views/ 32 favorites Mother's Lies By: mskristin Ms Kristin gratefully acknowledges the help of Pilot4029 in gathering her thoughts together... * Dear Hubby Am enjoying the stay at the Hotel du Cocque , though sadly too much time is being spent on negotiation and not enough on relaxation! *S*. Still things are going slowly with the Germans, but we hope to have a new contract assigned soon. Despite it being hectic I am managing to get down to the spa for an hour every evening. Hopefully back Friday evening! Take care, Kristin x Dear Son, You'll be pleased to know that the contract negotiation ended yesterday morning and so instead of having to spend all day in boring meetings, Mummy was able to go shopping! I went to Galerie Lafayette but also some small, specialised stores and mmmmm... did Mummy have a good time! Yes you'll be delighted to know I bought some new lingerie, a tight-fitting new black slip that really shows up Mummy's wonderful maternal breasts beautifully. Added to this I picked up some new Oroblu stockings in tan with an elaborate pattern on the stockingtops, which is designed all around the letter 'i', I think we both know what that 'i; stands for! I checked out the Fogal range they stock but didnt find anything that the London shop on Sloane Street doesn't have so I skipped them. I saw a fabulous Christian Dior basque son, but they didn't have my size. They ordered it for me and I will pick it up tomorrow. Fabulous deep red wine colour, with black lace on the edges, I KNOW you will adore it! But back to what I DID buy immediately, of course I couldn't let such an ensemble go without purchasing some shoes too... I found a delightful little shop on a back street that included some deliciously designed stilettos. I found a pair of black 'fuck me' pumps that I just know your cum is going to look fantastic dripping down it. I tell you what... I don't want your father to find them, so I'll hide them in your wardrobe when I get back and on Sunday, when your father is out playing golf, I will give you a little modelling session, how does that sound? Hmmm... make sure you do not cum inside them before I come to your room for the modelling, my nineteen year old stud :-) Hugs and kisses, Mummy xx Dear Hubby it doesn't feel like these meetings will ever end! Spent all day in the conference centre and feel like I'm getting one of those dreadful scratchy throats from all the air conditioning. Still maybe having a couple of glasses of wine tonight with their team, so not all bad! See you soon, Kristin xx Dearest Son, wow, what a night! Your Mother decided to go on the prowl last night for some action, some... cock... (I know you love it when Mummy says that, David). Well I found cock... to be precise David... I found some YOUNG COCK in the hotel bar. *S* I was dressed to kill by the way as a woman should when on the prowl, my red evening dress , with the split up the side, you know the one you nearly tore off me on my birthday... dark brown stockings, red heeled sandals... and Mother was showing plenty 'up front'... Let me rephrase that. I was showing lots of cleavage my son, you recall that that red evening dress has quite a decolette *S* His name was Paul, he was a 24 year young salesman staying over at the hotel and I joined him at the bar. One or two glasses of wine later I'd learned he was engaged, due to be married in April next year. Well, Mother couldn't let a fine specimen like him go to waste. I asked him to walk me back to my room and he agreed coming in for coffee. As he got comfortable I decided to give him a treat. I changed into my red undewear with matching sussie belt and sloooowly walked back into the room so that he could enjoy the view. He gasped as I first stood in the bathroom doorway and then walked into the room placing one high-heeled sandal in front of the other. "Paul," I told him. "Your wife to be will never do for you what I will tonight..." He had a look on his face that I've seen you wear before, Son. I told him to unzip and get his cock out. It was already soooo... eager for my attention. "Now, now, " I said "Auntie Kristin likes all her nephews just like you are now. Oh, can you pass Auntie her baby oil Paul?" Once I had the oil I flicked open the cap and began to run my fingers over the top of the nozzle in a suggestive way as I looked into Paul's eyes, mimicking with my fingers a nice slow wank, using the bottle of baby oil as if it was a cock. Needless to say, my tongue also did it's magic on my lower lip as I looked at him. Paul watched on with astonishment as slowly, I got down on my knees in front of him and, dropped the straps on my bra. I poured a generous amount of baby oil into my palms and began to smear baby oil all over my breasts. His cock twitched in anticipation as I leaned forward and pushed both my breasts together, sliding his member inbetween them and slowly began to lift them up and down. He moaned with intense pleasure as "Auntie Kristin" wanked her "nephew" with her big tits, careful to return to the base of his cock each time and make my breasts tremble a little to stimulate his balls. Up and down, up and down... He was calling me Auntie in no time at all and I started enjoying the incestuous thrill that makes me cum that much harder. I hummed with satisfaction as pre-cum began to splatter on my motherly breasts and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was looking up into his eyes all the time and licking my lower lip every now and then. I then pushed the envelope as I gently whispered. "Do you like mummy's breasts on your cock Paul, do you enjoy mummy's titfuck"? It seemed as if the combination of the tembre of my voice, my tone, and the naughty words sparked something deep inside him cause he moaned loudly and almost shouted "Yes mummy pleeeeaseeeeee...." I knew I had him where I wanted him -- deep inside my perverse incestuous desire! With a gentle but firm "That's enough, young man, mummy needs your cock elsewhere" I stood up and wriggled out of my stained red panties which I cheekily threw at him and then walked to the bed, getting on all fours, exposing my cunt to him like a bitch on heat... which your Mother then was... *S* "Come on son... do mummy... fuck your mother now, Paul..." These words worked like magic and within a few seconds, he ploughed his rigid prick inside of Mummy and began to fuck me like he was a teenager again. I urged him on telling him how much I wanted my son's cum inside me and with a loud grunting moan he began to spray his seed deep inside my cunthole. As we collapsed on the bed, I took hold of his spent cock and gently began squeezing it with my fingers, it was then I began to chuckle to myself, that the rest of the night would be spent making sure I drained this young man's balls in a way his wife would never be able too. Mummy hopes you cum well, baby boy. Mummy xx Dear Hubby, well the contract negotiations have certainly taken their toll, I'm worn out! So apologies if I fall straight asleep when I get home tomorrow night. Should be back about 4pm. Kristin xx Dear David, Well after a night of having Paul's cock inside me, I'll admit I was a little tired, but after a day relaxing at the spa and getting a delightful woman named Maria to give me a massage, I felt I was getting needy again... What can I do son.. I have a high sex drive and I love it. And so do YOU, LOL! I decided to play online instead of prowling again, I did need SOME sleep after all! I logged on to my IM account and wondered who I should be tonight. Tonight your Mother wanted to be with a woman, but I did fancy a little S&M should be prevalent too. I chose my 'slutmummy' account and went into the femdom rooms. I was in luck... Her name was 'MrsGarraway'. She was a married woman with a son at University. We decided to chat and I took a little risk... MG: Why are you named 'slutmummy' seems a little crazy? :) ME: lol ME: Well... it is because I fantasise about my Son using me as a sex slave sometimes, technically I switch... but in this case I love the idea of my Son tying me up, spanking me, teasing me, fucking me... Shocked? MG: Oh my... No, it's the other way around for me, I guess. I long to have my Son serve me as a loyal servant while i am his Queen... I want him to call me Your Highness while he eats my pussy... silly, I suppose! ME: Not at all, your Highness... MG: Oh, I see, a Lady in Waiting Slut sent for me... Why are you not on your knees to worship me? ME: Sorry, your Highness. *dropping to my knees* I worship and adore you, my Queen. MG: That's better slut, now lick my boots like the little bitch you are... ME: Yes, your Highness. MG: You attend the Prince, do you not, slave? ME: Yes, Your highness. MG: Were his balls full this morning? ME: Yes, your Highness. MG: And did you suck his royal cock dry? ME: Yes your Highness, until his cum filled my mouth and ran over my face. MG: Mmmm *opening my legs*. Concentrate on this royal pussy now, slut. ME: Ohhh, yess, your Highness. MG: Mmm, yes, bitch, that's right, lap at the cunt of your Queen. I am glad you that suck my Son's cock dry, he needs to cum twice a day at least or his balls get terribly swollen. ME *lap, lap, lap* Yes, Your Highness. MG: Though I do enjoy slapping and kicking his balls when they are in that condition. ME: Mmmm, permission, your Highness? MG: Oh well, Slave, if you must... ME: *rubbing my pussy as I lap at yours* MG: I see that me talking about dominating my Son turns you on, Slut. Well it turns your Queen on too. Yes, the Prince comes to me with his swollen balls and his hard little dickie and Mummy has to deal with it. So I lock the door and pull back the tapestry... Well you know that the cross is there, don't you, slut? I whipped you there last week. ME: Yes, your Highness. MG: I tie up my naked Son with silks and let him hang there while Mummy tells him off for being so filthy and dirty, wearing only my stockings and thigh-high boots, my tits are free so he might suckle them during his punishment... Yes I tell him what a bad boy he is and then kick him firmly on his balls, it only takes two or three kicks of my pointed toe and soon he is squealing with delight and yet begging his Mummy, his Queen, for mercy. ME: cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc A delightful play, wouldn't you agree, David? Needless to say, your Mother licked MrsGarraway to a ferocious cum as well and we both retired, away from our computers sated. Anyway, baby, no more cumming now until I see you on Sunday, I want your cock hard and your balls full, young man! Your Mummy needs it hard! Mummy xx Dear Hubby, well Paris is much like it was a few months ago, though less tourists this time of year. Hopefully the meetings should pass quite quickly. I wish I had more time outside the meetings to enjoy the gold and red colours of the autumn in the parks and boulevards. Ahhh... c'est la vie! With any luck I can do some shopping while here, but don't worry, I shan't max out the cards! Enjoy your company do tonight, I think I'll be getting an early night here. See you Friday. Kristin xx Dear David, You'll be pleased to know that Mother has arrived safely at her hotel just next to the Madeleine, you remember the "Hotel de Seze" in Rue de Seze and how you asked me about the strangely dressed ladies parked in fancy cars along the street and how I had a problem explaining to you what a "prostitute" is... LOL... ah, those days  Remembering our weekend here last year, I immediately masturbated myself to an orgasm even before unpacking, LOL. Now before I say anything else I'd like to say thank you for Sunday *S*, wow! You always make Mummy feel like the complete woman when we fuck and you always fill Mother up so well. It is just that...when you enter me son... I feel as if my pussy and your young cock were just made for each other! I adore it when you do not cum for a few days and then I get a full load of your young, nineteen year old, virile sperm in my pussy! I know your cock had been aching ever since you saw me wearing those outrageous heels I brought back from my last trip... Well I hope Mummy didn't disappoint, Son! I loved it when you chased me across the landing and we fell on to my bed, I just adore the way you spread my stockinged legs wide and fucked me like the virile young man I raised you to be... Your father is a good man, but he is not from the same stock that we are... We are incestuous and lusty and passionate and... but oh, you make my pussy ache, David, thinking about you pinning me to the bed screwing me over and over... Mummy has to touch herself now, David, I have packed my other version of 'you', such a fine present for a Mother, a dildo modelled on her Son's cock. Of all the presents I have ever received David, this one is really THE BEST! *S* Tonight I am going to a club, David... a very special club that specialises in all the kinky things that you and I enjoy Son... I hope to have lots of naughty fun...and promise to write in detail when I return *S* Oh, by the way... Your father is out of the house tonight, go to my shoe cupboard and look in the second chest. There you will find something mummy left for you... I hope you enjoy.... *S* But... no cumming my son! Mummy wants all of that young sperm saved for herself! Mummy xx Dear Hubby hope you're not too hungover from the corporate do! I got to bed early and then walked around Paris a little before my meeting with the Investors. Dull, dull, dull! Back Friday. Kristin xx Dear David, OH MY GOD! WHAT a night! Well how to begin... First of all let me explain how I was dressed... I had my black leather bustier on which as you know pushes Mummy's breasts together and up and makes them look magnificent before tapering away to those lovely leather suspender belt straps. My stockings were Christian Dior 'Ultra Dior' in French Champagne, it seemed appropriate for the occasion! Adorning my feet were black patent Robert Sanderson peep toe pumps. I rounded the outfit off with a black leather coat that ended just above my knees, but still showed plenty of clevage... it felt so naughty walking the streets dressed up like that LOL To be perfectly honest, it looked quite slutty my son and I DID feel like I wanted to be a slut that night! I arrived at the club just after 11, a non-descript door with just one word 'NOIR' inscribed on the front. I made the necessary introductions to the doorstaff who dressed quite conservatively and made my way inside. Basically, you need to have the password.. or a membership card or to be introduced by a member as his/her guest. Well.. as you can expect from mummy.. I am a member *S* I sat at a table next to the dance floor, which was slowly but surely becoming quite busy...and with such an array of characters! Doms and Dommes, subs and slaves, sluts and whores and pimps... . I called the waitress and ordered a cognac. The waitresses were dressed in a completely black leather and PVC approximations of a French Maid's uniform, the skirt barely covering their pert arses, which were thrust out by the stiletto sandals each wore with seamed stockings. I let my eyes roam over these pretty young things, before the dancefloor gained my attention. There were several gyrating couples, stroking fondling and kissing each other, not strictly man and woman either, but all mixtures, getting more and more turned-on by the music and each other... Some of the outfits were simply outrageous. One gay couple were dressed as peacocks, their stiff pricks jutting out in front of them held in place by cock rings. One woman wore a catsuit with a tail that was an *actual* cat o'nine tails and playfully she went from person to person, slapping her tail against their backsides. It was then I caught the eye of Claudette. She looked ravishing with bright red hair and a pout that would stop you in your tracks. While she must have been forty or so, she shone out, her red stilettos dangling off black stockinged legs, that lay beneath a split red leather skirt. Her bosom nestled beautifully beneath a red halter-top. I smiled at her... She smiled back. It was just one of those moments David... when the eyes say it all. No words are needed... the eyes just find each other, connect, click... Mmmmmm I just KNEW I was in for a HOT NIGHT! Now, it was just a question of who comes first... the age old game between two people who KNOW they will end up in bed (or park or wherever LOL) but that decision, the who comes over first is crucial in defining the way the relationship will go. Being the one who approaches doesn't on its own put you in either a dominant or a submissive position, it is more the WAY it happens. Anyway, I decided to let her come to me, to let her make the first move and then to exploit that to my advantage, to take charge. When she crossed the room to me, I felt so good! It wasn't just a case of recognising the opportunity... It was also an awareness that I have the advantage, that it is up to me to accept or reject. Well... there was NO WAY I would reject her advance and when she purred in my ear I listened so attentively... she had such a wonderful dark, soft voice...and oh lord, that French accent... you know how it makes mummy's knees weak! We chit-chatted, made polite conversation, mildly mocked some of the crazier costumes and then she asked me if I knew what was upstairs at this place. I told her I did and that I had 200 euros ready for the room. Claudette smiled and said she was was prepared to pay for it all... she had something special in mind and asked me if I would kindly accept it. I raised my eyebrows and she reached into her handbag took out a pen and a small notebook and wrote something down. I picked it up and read it: ' LA SALLE DE FAMILLE' I gasped, realising I had struck gold. Trying hard to contain my excitement I kissed her once on the lips, traced my lips along her cheek to her earlobe and whispered "Let us go. Now!" At the top of the stairs a hostess asked us what we would like and I just smiled, placed my hand around Claudette's waist and showed the hostess the notebook. Claudette had the cash in her hand, the hostess smiled back, took the money and told us the room was ours for the night, giving us a brass key. I shivered as Claudette pressed her hand into the small of my back and we arrived at the closed door. Upon unlocking it, I gasped once more in surprise. Inside it looked like any normal suburban living room. There was a tv, a three-piece suit, a table with chairs, a cabinet... But as we walked in and as Claudette locked the door behind us, I noticed the little differences. Each of the chairs had ankle cuff restraints. The coffee table in the centre of the rug had a dildo attachment, the cabinet was full of crops and holding devices. I trembled as Claudette kissed the back of my neck and welcomed me to my new home. As I surveyed the room once more, Claudette poured a glass of red wine from the side table. She looked at me sexily, hungrily and then in her gorgeous French accent said "Ms Kristin, I am your Son's teacher and just so you know... we have been fucking like rabbits after school. I don't think you like that very much do you?" I smiled, my heart racing... I undid my coat, letting it fall to the floor, it was her turn to be pleasantly surprised as she looked at my body, and the way I was dressed. "No, Claudette. Ms Kristin does not like it... You've been a VERY BAD GIRL..." And then, I walked over to her, took her hand...and slowly led her to the coffee table with the dildo attachmant and coldly said "You are lying Claudette... you are not my son's teacher... but I am also sure you have MANY things to confess to me that are true! Sit on that dildo RIGHT away slut...and start singing!" Mother's Little Helper Ch. 01 All characters are consenting adults and over 21 years old. ***** I dipped the tofu satay into the red chili sauce and felt the burn flood my mouth. My eyes began to tear and I reached for a sip of water and then more wine. "Sex," Emily said when the waiter was out of hearing range. "One of my favorite subjects," I said as I tipped my glass back. I thought about another bottle, but decided no. "Mine too, when I was doing it." Emily had sounded rather desperate when she called and asked if we could meet for lunch. Emily was 30 years old when we met that day. She is tall and thin and her dark brown hair just reached her shoulders. She looked anxious when she walked into the restaurant, but after I hugged her, her face relaxed and she smiled. Emily is my niece, and I call her that, and she calls me her aunt, but we're more like sisters since I am only four years older than she is. There is a large gap in age between my sister and me, eighteen years, and Emily and I have just always had a sibling relationship. I'm not that much older to be a "big sister". Since her mother re-married to a fundamentalist, and my sister has been relegated to the role of subservient wife and home maker, when Emily has a problem, she calls me. We sat in the small backroom of Thai Kitchen relishing the hot, pungent sauce for the crispy spring rolls and satay. It was a Thursday, and our brief lunch had turned into a two hour event as I poured the last of the second bottle of wine. We had talked and laughed and gossiped about all the girly and family things that entered our minds. I finally asked her what she had wanted to talk about. The lightness left her face and she suddenly looked five years older. "Sex." We had talked about sex before. When she had questions about becoming sexually active in high school, we talked about it. When she went on a date with a new guy, I was the first person she called when she got home. Emily was the mother of a beautiful one year old boy. She and her husband Zach had dated for a year, lived together for another (much to the shock and horror of her mother) before marrying two years ago. Since the baby, there had been no sex. "Oh, we tried a couple of times. It was like two newbie teenagers in the back of the car, all fumbly and confused, and what happened was not a lot of fun." The last time had been four months ago. "And I'm as horny as hell and I can't get my husband to eat me or fuck me or finger me or ..." She stopped and dabbed a tear from her eyes. I said nothing and held her hand. I asked if her husband had been checked by his doctor, he had been and was fine. They had tried a therapist for a couple of visits, but got nowhere. I asked her if she had tried masturbation, she said she had tried, and nothing really happened and she felt worse afterwards. I asked her if she had a vibrator. She laughed a deep, sexy laugh and threw her head back. "That is so 1960's." "Hey, my vibrator is my best friend. Never lets you down, always available, and never says no." "Nothing happened with my fingers." "And you won't know until you try one." We agreed to get together again on the weekend. It was nearly four o'clock when we walked out of the restaurant and toward my apartment. I was glad that we had picked a place close to my home; I could walk, because I certainly couldn't drive after the wine. I hugged Emily as she got into her taxi and I told her I'd see her in two days. The walk was good, the cool fall air felt nice after eating and drinking and I took my time going home. I took an alternate route just so I could enjoy the walk. The stars must have been lined up that day because about three blocks from home I was standing in front of a new boutique, "Amazing Lace", which had a large sign proclaiming "Open for Business." It was rather a bold step for the store to be located in a rather staid neighborhood in a conservative southern city. But, that is why diversity is wonderful. I opened the door and entered the store. I wasn't sure what I would find. I've bought my sex toys and lubes online. I may love sex and sensuality, but I'm rather shy in public. I'll suck cock like a porn star and begged to be fucked hard, but outside of my bedroom, I may be mistaken for a prude. The store was a grown up version of Victoria's Secret. There were bras and panties, thongs and g-strings, but all were different, a little more mature, edgier, and not the homogenized lingerie for the masses. "Can I help you find something? Or just looking?" A tall dark skinned woman, perhaps Latina, maybe Indian, stepped from behind the counter and walked toward me. She welcomed me to the store, as she would her home, and placed me at ease. I told her what I was looking for and she smiled. "Getting another sister to join the club! I love it." She turned and led me to another smaller room and turned on the lights to show a display of dozens of vibrators and another one of dildos. The vibrators ran the spectrum from tiny bullets to thrusting cock shaped devices. The dildos varied from glass pieces of art to rubber cocks with balls attached. "Oh, my, things have changed." My vibrator is an old style massager with a small round head and a cord. You'll never see one used in a porn video, but it has never failed me. Siara had told me that she had personally tried every model and had her own rating system. She scored them based on fun, portability, effect, and ease of use. She showed me a chart with her rating system for each one. We talked about Emily and what I wanted to give her. She pointed to her two favorites for my needs. Both were reasonably priced and I purchased one of each. She reached for one of the dildos. "I think I'm just getting the two vibrators." "This is my gift to you. For being a good aunt." I got home and put my purchases n the counter as I unwound from the day. I flitted around the apartment, checking mail, straightening up, feeling edgy and trying to be busy. I didn't feel like sitting down. Then I recognized the feeling. I was horny. The wine, the shop, the new toys were all conspiring to make me really horny. I took the package and headed to my bedroom. I stripped to my panties and bra and climbed under the covers, the electric blanket had made the space warm and cozy. I closed my eyes and ran my hands under my bra and circled my nipple with one finger, then two, then pinched it, softly at first then harder. An ache started in my breast and made its way to my pussy, where it got harder and hotter. I slipped my other hand in my panties, I pulled it back out and spit on my fingers and replaced them, and nestled tem between my lips. I ran my fingers up and down, brushing against my clit on the up stroke and savoring the sensation. I took the first new vibrator and licked the tip. It was small and shaped like a larger lip stick case, and I turned the base and it started to vibrate. I increased the speed from low to high. I slid it between my pussy lips and rubbed the shaking cylinder against me, touching my clit, and then pushing away. I eventually rested the tip on my clit and pinched my nipples, first one, then the other, eventually twisting each one between my fingers. The effects were quick. The ache grew in my pussy, deepening, swelling to include my pelvis, my legs got numb and then a shot of warmth rushed through my body, flushing my chest and face and taking my breath away as if I sprinted fifty yards. I slumped into the bed, my muscles weak, the vibrator shaking as it rested against the sheet. I turned it off. And I dozed for a few minutes in a dreamless sleep wrapped in my warm bed. When I woke, I kept my eyes closed enjoying the feeling or being wrapped in the warmth of my bed. But I had an ache, deep in my pussy, different then when I cum. I wanted to be filled. It had been a while since I had been fucked, too long, and I yearned to be fucked right then, to fill me, to make me cum. I reached in the bag and took out the new dildo, a gift from Siara. I coated it in the lube which smelled and tasted like lime and coconut and chili peppers. I took it and rubbed it against my lips, up and down my hole, slowly pushing it deeper into me with each pass. An inch, then two, my cunt stretching to take it in, my juices mixing with the lube, igniting the warmth of the peppers, another inch, in and out with each pass. After a few glorious minutes, my new toy was in me, filling me up, stretching me wonderfully. I took the bullet and placed it on my clit, the speed set at low, and I slid the dildo in and out of me, slowly at first, then gradually faster. I closed my eyes, imagining my lover's hands on my hips, lifting me off the bed, I thrusted upwards, pushing the dildo deeper inside, and flicking the speed of the vibrator to high. After a few moments I dropped the vibrator and held the clear dildo with both hands, thrusting my pelvis up against it, my thumb brushing my clit with each push in. I felt my cunt muscles tighten, squeezing the dildo, trying to milk it, trying to push it out. I closed my eyes tight, picturing a cock sliding in and out of my cunt, fast and hard, I started to rub my clit, my fingers a blur against it as I tried to cum, I wanted to cum. It hit me hard, different than in the past, a slow tingle in me feet that felt like a roll of surf, gathering speed and strength as it got to my knees and thighs, pressing against my pussy and then exploding into a giant wave of liquid warmth into my belly chest and neck. I grabbed the dildo with both hands, savoring the sensation in my cunt as the waves of my orgasm subsided. I removed it and closed my eyes and drifted to sleep savoring the warmth deep in my cunt. Emily was right on time Saturday. She handed me a bouquet of flowers and hugged me as she walked into the foyer. She looked up beat, in better spirits than she had been Thursday. We sat at the dining room table and sipped a nice pinot grigio as we ate our grilled pimento cheese sandwiches. The conversation was light; we talked about our jobs and her baby. When I brought out the cobbler, I slid two small wrapped packages across the table to her. Her eyes danced as she lifted the first and gave it a shake. "Open it, Silly. You're not guessing on this one." She unwrapped the box and folded the paper as if she was going to use it again. She was puzzles by the unmarked white box and opened it. She looked at the contents for a moment and then started to laugh. "A toy for me? How wonderful." She opened the second one and looked at it. She was puzzled. "How do they work?" "Wonderfully well." "Well, yeah, but I mean, well, how? How do I use them?" "Oh dear girl," I said and laughed. "Part A here," I took the vibrator in my hand, "Gets turned on and rests on Part C (for clit) here," I said as I pointed to my crotch. A few minutes later, ecstasy. "Can I try them? Will you show me what to do?" I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, exposing her red boy shorts. She lie on the bed and wiggled until she got comfortable. I told her to turn on the bullet vibrator and she placed it against her clit. "Ooh, that's nice," she said. "Yeah, that feels real good." She moved her hips back and forth, trying to get a rhythm with the vibrator. Her eyes were closed, and she would shiver every few seconds, like a small surge shot through her body. I could smell her sex, thick and musky, different from my own, but still there and I was getting turned on. I reached down and massaged her breasts though her shirt, pinching where I though her nipples would be. "Ooh, that's nice. Touch them for me. Pinch my nipples." I slid my hands under her shirt, and pushed up her bra. Her breasts were larger since the baby. I felt her nipples, large and thick, almost as big as my pinkie, and I rolled them between my fingers, pinching them at times, flicking them between my fingers. "Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, that feels good. Keep doing it. Please, please, I need it. I need to cum." Her pleasure became my singular focus at that instance. I played with her breasts, squeezing her nipples, my mouth was dry and my pussy wet as she writhed under my hands, her pussy thrusting in the air, trying to push against the metal bullet at her pussy. I don't know what happened to me, but I watched this woman in ecstasy, writhing on my bed, my hands on her breasts and I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Neither of us expected it to happen, but she kissed back, and her tongue probed mine and my mouth as she turned up the speed of the vibratory. I've never seen myself cum. I haven't recorded myself, but I know what it feels like. Watching Emily at that instant, I suddenly knew what I looked like at the moment of ecstasy. Her eyes shut tight, her breathing got fast and her body got stiff as I watched her orgasm roll over her like fog across the field. While I'm quiet, she made noise. "Holy fucking shit, ooh, oh, oh, oh yes, that's it, oh yes!" She fell into the bed, her body limp, her hands falling away from her. After a moment, a smile crossed her lips. "It has been too fucking long!" She started to laugh. "I don't remember the last time I felt that good." She looked at me and smiled. "Please hold me." She scooted over on the queen bed. I lay down and pressed my body against her. I wrapped my arm around her and rested my hand against her bare belly. Mother's Little Hero [©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [A mother has to entertain gentleman patrons to get by; one turns out to be a real problem. Can her son save the day and restore her faith in mankind...?] FAIR WARNING: There is one fight scene which is integral to the plot. Also, there is another scene where the mom gets 'friendly' with one of her female co-workers. Some may find it disturbing. Well, anyway...for the rest of us...fasten seatbelts, let's have a go at it... Let me get you up to speed. Soon after my mom found out she was pregnant with me, her male friend suddenly remembered that he was married but forgot all the promises he had made to her. She was on her own. She had been raised by strict parents who spurned her for having that relationship let alone the pregnancy. Suffice it to say that they didn't condone abortion, which was the one belief that my mom retained. I guess I should be happy about that, since I'm here to write about it. As my mom's parents had believed that women should hold marriage and child- rearing as the primary, and sole, purpose of being, she never went to college or trained for a vocation. As a result, she had to use what 'assets' she had to get by. Given her resume (no college or job experience) and her physical assets (beautiful face, spectacular figure), she ended up working at a club for 'gentlemen'. She would come home at 2:30am normally, which made it hard for her to be much of a mother. I didn't know what she did or where she worked and was told not to ask. Perhaps I should describe mom at this point. My mother, Sue, was a petite MILF (as some guys might say), about five foot two, eyes of blue, blonde hair and a button of a nose. She was pretty enough to not need anything else; it was just a bonus that she had a fantastic figure, with bra busting 'jugs', a slim waist, and a cute little bottom. She was the only woman in the world that was 'stacked' up top but still had those cute dimples above her pert bum. When she wasn't going to the club, she would wear a short skirt, flashing her shapely legs and gorgeous smooth feet in some strappy sandals. Somewhere along the way she had gotten a tattoo of blue flowers on her right slender ankle, an eagle's wingspread right above her perfect behind, and a bleeding heart with arrow pointing to the entrance of her dark, warm, welcoming path to heaven. Well, it was black Friday (the Friday after Thanksgiving) one year and mom was working late at the club. Just for the record, it also was my 18th birthday. Once again, mom's job was robbing her of any 'quality time' with me. I went into her bedroom, not knowing why I was drawn there. I saw her dresser and gently opened the top drawer. It had a sewing kit, a calendar and her checkbook. Okay, next drawer... Bingo! I found her lingerie drawer. Picking up her bra, I was amazed at the size of the cups. The faded label said '36D-special order, petite bottom, extra-large top'. I noticed that the elastic was frayed as if it had been stretched to the max. There also were two big bumps at the front of that bra (in fact, all of them) where her oversized nipples pushed out. Mom's nipples were very sensitive, so the rough bra material kept them constantly erect. In that same drawer was a hidden cache of DVD's. I had to wonder what they were, being so deliberately hidden. Popping one into the DVD player, I got the shock of my young life. There, clear as day, was my own supersexy mother, prancing on stage in the altogether. I'm talking nude, man, NUDE. Those jugs that barely fit into her bras were there, unsupported, but upright and perfect. It was like seeing a Victoria's Secret babe on stage, except it was my own mom! That was the first time I ever thought of my mother as a sex object, one of unobtainable beauty that I could only dream about. Unknown to me, from that moment on, I had an unconscious desire to have her, hold her, make love to her...and get her pregnant. Mom never 'brought her work home', thank God. That is, she did only once. It was Christmas Eve. The club was going to be closed Christmas, and a dancer new to town needed somewhere to 'crash' until her new apartment was vacated and ready on January 2nd. Well, my mother generously offered our modest digs to Melanie, who took her up on it. Whereas my mom was a buxom, petite blonde, Melanie was a fiery redhead. When we met, we shook hands stiffly. She acted as if I had the plague. Later, I saw Melanie and my mother whispering together, laughing all the while. Were they in collusion? My answer would be coming shortly. That night, Christmas Eve, we all split up about midnight after we'd exchanged some presents. I retired to my room to open the gift-wrapped treasures. About twenty minutes later, thru the A/C ducts I could hear odd sounds from my mother's room. I have to admit that I was drawn into taking a peek. The bedroom doors were cut short so that they could close over thick pile shag. As a result, anyone with a mirror could look into a room and easily see everything. It would've been rude of me to peep, so of course I did. Well, let me tell you. Both my mom and Melanie worked in that gentleman's club, so they were hot hot hot. Now they were all over each other. Melanie was feeling mom's perfect breasts, her nipples throbbing. I thought those nips were going to come off as Melanie bathed them with her hungry mouth and pawed with grasping hands. After that sexy scene, they kissed. I don't mean they kissed like my mom kissed me goodnight. No, their kiss lingered for minutes; you could see serious tongue action as they Frenched hotly. Then I saw my mom put hands upon Melanie's henna colored bangs, drawing her 'down there'. Sure enough, our house guest kissed my mom, then dragged her ruby colored lips down mom's chin to that deep valley between her incredible boobs. Melanie continued down, leaving a bit of lipstick as she descended. Down mom's taut belly she went, arriving finally at that place 'down there'. Unlike most of the younger women working at the club, mom hadn't 'clearcut her forest'. She still had a welcoming muff surrounding her inviting cave opening. That muff was blonde (real blonde!), what some guys called 'beaver fluff'. Melanie's head started moving slowly at first, then faster and faster. As she did so, my mom started moaning in a way that I had never heard before. Finally, that henna haired hussy's head was frozen in place, deeply ensconced in my mom's private place. My gorgeous mother's incredible body shook in passion. With a shudder so powerful that poor Melanie was thrown halfway across the room, mom had a final twitch signaling a tidal wave-sized orgasm. She shouted at the top of her lungs. I was thunderstruck. What was unexpected was what happened next. As mom panted to recover from the wave of pleasure that just swept over her, our house guest jumped off the bed and zoomed to the door. She threw it open, revealing the peeping tom: me! I was hyper-embarrassed. As mom glared at me, pretending to be horrified at my rude behavior, I was speechless. Meekly, I slinked away. Mom's door slammed shut. Then those two magpies laughed their heads off, high-fiving each other. Well, they had not only gotten off but had let me act the perfect fool. Really deflated, I just 'hit the hay', feeling humiliated. Well, about ninety minutes later, I heard mom tap at my door. I told her to come in. To my surprise, it wasn't mom—it was Melanie, our house guest. She didn't waste time on discussion. I would never forget it. That house guest came up to my bed and then pointed to the floor. I looked down, seeing her lovely bare feet; then, I saw a shimmer of silk as her robe fell around her ankles. I looked up, stunned to see that babe, naked as the day she was born. Still not talking, she climbed into bed with me. I'm sure that you have lain in bed at night, just wishing that some heavenly starlet would magically appear in your sheets. Well, that is what happened that night. For the 1st time, a woman was going 'down on me'. Once she had my cock hard as a rock, she moved herself on top of it. Using her hand to center it, she fell with her full weight on me. This was my first time and I loved it. I had never felt such delicious warmth, tightness, and sheer joy as her talented and powerful pussy was alternately squeezing and releasing my innocent cock. I waited as long as I could, but at a certain point, I just grabbed her pert bum and pushed her down upon me. Rising up off the bed, I extended myself as deeply as I could before releasing my first orgasm ever. Melanie actually winced as my heavy spend did not drip out but exploded in one powerful bolt of lightning. Within seconds, her unprotected womb was dripping with my little genetic tadpoles. Totally exhausted, she fell on top of me, locking her lips in a passionate kiss. Oddly enough, I was no longer mad at her. She slowly got to her feet, only to be taken by the wrist by yours truly and returned to the bed. No longer a virginal 'babe in the woods', I now put that 'housed guest' flat on her back so I could have my way with her. Surprising even myself, I was up again. Melanie for her part reached around, wondering if I was fully restored. Her tiny, delicate hand cupped my bull-sized sack. She was stunned that I had re-filled those oversized globes. She released them, letting them sway manfully as I proceeded to drive into her with a precision that belied my total inexperience. As my oversized cockhead tapped against the cervix, the little slit at its center ballooned to the size of a quarter. It once again sent a packet of genetic material into her receptive womb with terrific force. As that dear woman staggered to her feet, a noticeable 'creampie' drooled out of her well-fucked cunt. She bent down and kissed me tenderly. I thanked her. As she turned to leave, I felt a surge of pride as both her creamy thighs had wide rivers of fluids oozing down her leg from that wondrous snatch. Then, for a brief moment I saw someone at the doorway. My God, my mom had watched the whole drama! She literally had to help Melanie get back to her room. As that henna-headed beauty laid on the sleeper/couch, totally played out, she had no idea: of the millions propelled so deeply inside of her three of my 'guys' alighted on her ovum. She was fast asleep by the time it affixed itself to her inner walls, resulting in conception... [One month later, she was gone. One day she just didn't show up for work, which was not an unusual occurrence at that club.] Two months after that black Friday, my mom came home at mid-day, sobbing. She had felt ill and had gone to the doctor. Her office didn't know that mom's work address wasn't her home address, so they sent the test results to the employer by mistake. The receptionist there opened it, not thinking it was addressed to my mother. Talk about a double blow: mom had to find out she was pregnant AND then get fired for that very reason by her employer. That was the ultimate. Mom was tearful but soothed by her loyal and loving son. Just by my getting her something to drink, her robe, or drawing a warm bath, I worked wonders on her. She told me I was a 'life saver' and she meant it. It was at this time that mom opened up about her job (I didn't let on that I already knew), and that fateful night. It turns out that there was an 'urban cowboy' type at the club who had hit it big with oil on his land. He wanted to go to the back room, and then to the 'back of the back room'. Beyond lap dancing, this guy wanted to go 'around the world' and was willing to pay up. Unfortunately, mom was not on the pill but instead used a diaphragm. That guy was not only rich but eccentric and insisted that mom remove it. She said no; her club manager supported her until the rube upped the ante. When it reached four figures, mom had to decide whether to keep the job or her pride. Thinking of financial support of me, she went ahead, hoping that she might escape any complications. Well, it turns out that my mom was at her cycle peak and incredibly fertile. Her womb could find even a few lonely sperm and direct them right to her receptive ovum. Unfortunately, that applied to this strictly love-for-hire situation too. My mother found out she was knocked up. The 'urban cowboy' said he didn't give a sh-t about her problem and hung up on her. Adding insult to injury, her employer didn't want a pregnant woman as a performer, so he abandoned her too. That night was my mom's 37th birthday. We had planned a party. Instead, with my mom feeling down, I lay with her in her bed for the first time. It was wholly innocent; I just gave her the comfort she needed on a day like that. The next day, mom would have to try and get a real job, weak resume or not. I was attending a free community college nearby; I offered to quit but mom would have none of that. She had experienced what a poor education could do to someone's career. My mother got a string of jobs, but they always—always—culminated in the same thing. She would be hired on her looks, whereupon the boss would start ratcheting up the liberties he would take. When it became intolerable, she'd have to move on down the road. Thank heavens she remembered the old ZZ Top song: "She's got legs...and she knows how to use them..." For anyone old enough to remember the book, or the movie, 'Candy', this was my mom's life too. 'Candy' was about a blonde young woman of incredible beauty who was assaulted everywhere she turned because of her allure. My mom kept getting jobs from men overwhelmed by her sex appeal who eventually lost all self-control around her. Still smarting from the harassment from the prior jobs, she applied for a job at another company. Mom had not researched this company or she might not have worn her traditional vanishing skirt and peek-a-boo pumps (clear plastic top and see-thru soles.) Well, there she was, applying for yet another job when the president of the company chose to interview her. To her shock, it was an older woman, say sixty-two. When asked why she had quit at her last job, mom explained about the rude boss' unwelcome advances. To my mother's astonishment, the older women bent her office chair forward, put a hand on mom's velvet-smooth thigh, stroked it to the knee and then up to her panties, and told her that no man in her company would ever force himself upon her. The older woman then tapped, tapped, tapped at mom's puss thru the tissue thin material. In spite of herself, my mother's eyes closed and she let out a sigh of shock and pleasure. Soon one, then two fingers entered her. My mom's eyes were now closed tightly. She didn't watch, then, as the fingers were replaced by that company president getting on her knees and paying homage to mom at her private 'area'. With two hands around my mom's firm but soft, slightly damp behind, that woman was 'going to town' on my gorgeous mother. Fortunately, she had forgotten about a staff meeting. As the double doors to her giant office swung wide, fully six staffers saw the sexy tableau. The best thing that could have happened did happen. Mom did NOT get the job. When she told me this, I jumped for joy. I explained that that could be one heck of a lawsuit. Given the huge backlog of civil court cases, I just hoped that we could get something done within my lifetime. At my prodding, mom got a female attorney from a major local law firm. When they were told of her treatment by the former employers (male and female, the strip club, the oil-rich playboy, etc.), the firm's interest in us skyrocketed. We told our initial story to a secretary/screener. By the end of mom's tale of woes, there were two staffers and two full partners listening. They sent out notices the next day to ensure the statutes of limitation were observed. They were so confident of a good outcome that they would pay for our normal living expenses for the next year. As I said before, my mom did not believe in abortion. Well, if it saved me (it did) that same policy would save this baby too. I had graduated high school and had plenty of time between the sixteen hours of classes I was carrying at the community college. I ended up being mom's nurse in waiting, butler, and caring husband. As her pregnancy proceeded, my mother's belly grew. While some short-sighted guys would call her 'getting fat', I saw how beautiful she was getting with that life growing inside of her. Welcome or not, the baby inside had no control over its creation. While all of this was going on, a bond above the normal mother/son kind had developed between me and mom. Remember that she had found no one worthy of trust in the outside world. On the other hand, I waited upon her like a loyal servant, fetching drink, preparing meals, and doing chores. We now slept together. Lying face-to-face, mom would barrage me with expressions of gratitude over my kindness, and gentleness. We would normally kiss good night before cuddling and nodding off. At first it was totally 'harmless', even if I kept up my habit of sleeping with nothing on. Mom objected a little, but conceded I was 18, after all, so 'birthday suit' it was. A lot of things happened at the eighth month of her pregnancy. She asked me to get a special bra that she needed. I went to the department store and the clerk showed me the item to make sure it was what we ordered. It sure looked weird, with flaps and buttons all over, unlike the simple bra I'd seen months before. The clerk laughed, saying it was a 'nursing bra'. When I still looked quizzical, she explained that that was for a mother nursing...breastfeeding...her baby. OH! I grabbed the package and turned quickly, concealing my roaring hard-on. The idea of my gorgeous mother and those incredible boobs feeding a baby was too much for me to take. It was during that eighth month that the 'urban cowboy' that had gotten mom pregnant but 'didn't give a sh-t about it' starting calling us. It seems he didn't 'cotton' to that lawsuit she had filed. He implied that she had better withdraw it or he and some of his friends might pay her a visit. We were lucky that the law firm had asked mom to get a digital phone recorder; we got that conversation down on tape. It would help the suit, but couldn't save us from what happened next. The Friday of the next week after he had threatened mom, that 'urban cowboy' drove his crew-cab Silverado pick-up onto our lawn at 3am. A little 'tipsy' (i.e. drunk as a skunk), he staggered to our front door and did the old credit card entry trick. We had been fast asleep, arm in arm, in her room. As we just started to awaken from the noise, he had burst into our room and grabbed mom. He hadn't noticed me, not that it would've mattered in his drunken state. Coming to her rescue, I broke his stranglehold on her, throwing his jackknife away, under the dresser. He was much bigger than me, but he was also tanked up. Add to that the fact that I was in fantastic shape made us almost evenly matched. Mom watched in rapt attention and horror as a titanic struggle ensued. The fact that he was fully dressed and I was naked put an odd slant to it. She later told me that my cock was doing something odd: as I summoned my strength and reared back to hit him, my manly pole would spring to rigid hardness and spurt a generous dollop of pre-cum as my powerful blows rained down upon him. Mom said it was the sexiest thing she ever saw--that she almost had an orgasm with every blow. At the end, she was cheering me on. He was already bloody and beaten but mom wanted vengeance on him, and all the exploitive people out there like him. As I rained colossal blows upon him, with my 'rude' manhood rising to ten inches then receding to five afterward, I told mom that that was enough. Mother's Little Hero Mom starting getting ill before we could call for the police. I knew we had to make a choice, so I told that thoroughly beaten bum to leave. He left quietly, the only noise coming from his clapped out truck. Our security camera showed his 'B and E' (breaking and entering), so we had even more on him for any lawsuit. I rushed mom to the emergency room. Mom's regular OB-GYN was out of town. The attending OR resident physician came out to me thirty minutes later. I could tell it wasn't good news. He re-assured me that mom was absolutely fine; I settled back on the couch in relief. Then he said that the baby did not make it. It hit me hard, if only because I knew that mom would be devastated. Sure enough, my mother was totally shaken by the experience. She was released the next day by the hospital. As usual, I was the only one there for her; I helped her into the car and out, thereafter serving her hand over foot. Mom now had one of those outrageous figures that some new moms have. Her figure went almost immediately back to normal--except for her breasts, now huge and engorged with mother's milk. For the next six weeks, mom seldom got out of bed. I would attend to her every need and whim. Often she would grab me to hug, to hold, to just know I was there for security. After six weeks, mom's woman's cycles had returned to normal. To this point, believe it or not, after fingering her lingerie, seeing her perform on DVD and with a co-worker, we had never actually 'consummated' our new bond...our new love. It was 11:30 pm one night when mom asked me to sit in the living room; she wanted me to see how her figure had recovered from the fateful pregnancy. As she came out in a short pink teddy, I got hard, rock hard. To my surprise, she saw that and came up to me on the couch. Her hand reached in and keyholed my burgeoning cock, taking it from six inches to seven, eight and finally ten. Her other hand cradled my family jewels. She was stunned that my testes were too large to be held by one hand. Swollen with love and potent seed, they drooped noticeably. Weighing them in her hand, they actually were too heavy for her to heft forcing her to drop them. So loaded with sperm-laden cum that they were about to burst, they fell back to my thighs with an audible slapping sound. Mom grabbed me by my huge cock, making me stand up. She walked me to her (our) bedroom. She pushed me onto my side of the bed, and then told me to keep my eyes closed. I did. After a few moments, I felt the bed shake gently as she got on her side. She told me to open my eyes, whereupon I saw her wearing that strange 'nursing bra' that she had me buy for her. As I stared, I finally figured out why it was made that way. With a snap, and a click, the buttons were undone and the entire right side of the bra fell away. There was the most beautiful breast I had ever seen. It was just like before, only bigger, much bigger, with green, red, and blue veining. Her nipple had gone from dark pink to brown and now was much bigger. As I stared at that magnificent thing, without warning, mom put her pinky finger in my mouth, making it open. Then she pushed that big beautiful nipple in. I wasn't sure what to do, but Nature had my tongue smash against that thing as my lips drew fiercely. Soon enough a drip, a drop, a trickle, and then a heavy gusher of warm, sweet mother's milk filled my mouth. My gorgeous mom, my long-time platonic love interest, was repaying her debt to me. As I suckled noisily all that delicious breastmilk, our platonic relationship ended. With an audible slap sound, my manly ten inch cock got bolt upright and hard as titanium. When I finished the second breast, I felt strangely, well, invigorated. I looked down and to my embarrassment, I noticed that my pre-cum had spewed from my manhood as I drank that drink of the gods. With a sweep of her hand, mom whisked that thick drop of precious goo from my huge babymaker, putting it on the lips of her pussy. Minutes later when I wasn't looking, she used her hand to force that stuff deep inside of her. Mom undid the entire nursing bra and put it over my face. She fell back onto the bed, flat on her back. Drawing her knees up, she welcomed me with open arms. As I mounted my mother, my ten inches of virility found the right place without any problem. Nonetheless, to show that I was incredibly welcome, mom's re-assuring hands did the actual insertion of my oversized cockhead into the damp, dripping, entrance to her love cave. As I rubbed back and forth across the dripping lips of her wonderful pussy, the rough uncut cockhead caressed and stroked the oh-so-sensitive tissues within. When I got near her clit, she tensed and moaned, letting me know that that was a good spot to concentrate upon. I didn't stop my attention there until she had moaned in her first real orgasm from a man ever. She had a second one when my oversized babymaker scraped and dragged its scratchy uncut head up and down before driving in firmly. When I bottomed out in there, mom screeched for the third time. Still being new to love, I wasn't sure what my ten inch probe was feeling in there. I guessed that I was supposed to enter someplace deep inside of her. I felt a place where the tissues gave way for an opening. Guessing (correctly), my cock doubled its thickness. My balls, already swollen, inflated to the size of oranges just before they tensed up. As they released their enormous tension, they propelled my fertilizing seed into my mother's once-again fertile womb with fantastic force. In the stillness of our bedroom, we could actually hear my cock painting her womb white with baby-making sperm. It sounded like a squirt-gun, actually a 'super soaker', as the spray continued. So much love, so long delayed; it was no wonder that my ejaculation lasted for minutes. At the end, my formerly magnificent sack was suspended below my still proud cock, a hollow shell of what it had been moments before. Meanwhile, my mother's totally unprotected and once again fabulously fertile womb was now awash in cum—which was about 95% pure sperm. As we both caught our breath, my mom kissed me, thanking me for 'always being there' these past few years. Our lips met once again, as if we were husband and wife. Then we snuggled together, in love, and fell fast asleep, utterly exhausted. Sleeping on our sides as we always did, my erect ten inch cock was between us, touching her belly and mine. Her sperm-filled pussy was leaking out excess cum as we fell asleep. It kept leaking out at flood levels all night. At 3:45 am, a distant thunderstorm awakened both of us. In the dark, we kissed deeply. Me: "Mom, I know this is crazy and all, but I think that we could move to where no one knew us and, well, maybe consider getting married...I know that's crazy, but..." Mom: "No, sweetheart, that's a wonderful idea. Florida is hundreds of miles away. I can't think of anyone that would know us there. As to making it legal, that is impossible; we have the same names and they could check. But, it's still a darling idea. It might be hard to find good jobs in this economy, but it would be a new start. Most importantly, we would be together." [She kissed me.] After that night, we slept together not as mother and son, but as 'man and wife'. We would make love constantly; during the warm summers, we would normally sleep in our birthday suits only, on top of the comforter. I learned how to caress her breasts, stroke her popping nipples, brush her silky thighs, and kiss a demure, soft foot as she slept, without awakening her. It was nice... My mother was still determined to repay me for my kindness and for saving her from that horrible intruder. So, during these wild summer weekends, we'd be nude around the house 24/7. Mom would let me 'do her' every time I got a notion to. You cannot imagine how hot it was to watch a baseball game with a cold one while having my mom around in the nude. It was kind of like those Playboy 'where are they now' stories where the Playmates were in their 40's but were even hotter than they were before. To think that I could grab her as I sat, pushing her slavering pussy lips onto my hardening cock, pressing her on top of me, whenever I felt like it...well, WOW! It was not unusual during those sexy weekends to have my mother making dinner with her pussy dripping white liquid, the very seed of life. One time, I saw that and turned mom around, ready to enter with one powerful thrust. Thankfully, she reminded me that I would be burning her perfect behind on the stove; I apologized and put her up against the fridge before plunging in. With a manly grunt, I locked lips and disgorged a copious spend deep inside of her. God, I felt so manly; here was my 'sextoy', the ultimate woman. Best of all, she had a 'creampie' drooling out of her 'highway to heaven' almost all day. Well, it was inevitable: with all of that extremely potent seed remorselessly being pumped into an incredibly fertile womb, it was bound to happen. At some point during one nude weekend, mom conceived. During all of this time we had had freedom because the law firm was footing our bills. Then we got an email informing us that they would no longer be paying for anything. Our hearts fell and we wondered what had happened. The next day, a lady partner of the firm arrived at our door. Wearing an expensive Dior wool ensemble, she came in and explained everything. Her firm opposed three lawyers for all the suits mom had filed. In binding pre-trial arbitration, the various people, law firms, and insurance companies had made a blanket offer of $3 million. With the firm's cut of $800,000 plus $66,964 in our expenses, would we go for that? Well, we almost stripped that fine looking woman for a pen to sign; the heck with 'the principle of the thing', we just wanted the money. I asked her before she left if we made it an even $900,000, could they fix mom's name. Well, a friendly [ex-partner] judge rubber-stamped mom's name change. Now we had a cool one and a half million (after taxes) and a mom of mine with a new last name. FIVE YEARS LATER: Naples, Florida is a fantastic Gulf-coast town, with pristine white beaches and the shimmering Gulf to watch the sun set. None of our neighbors suspected a thing about the new couple that moved in. They might have thought that I was a tiny bit old to be married to my hot young wife, what with my graying at the temples hair. I was probably the only male in North America that used that Clairol color to try to look older. My mom, barely into her 40's, always dressed young, with hot pants or a tie-around blouse. Of course, when her belly was beautifully swollen with child, she had to dress a little bit more maturely. I wanted her to 'flaunt it' with a skimpy top and regular slacks, leaving a big gap for that yummy tummy, full of life. Unfortunately, mom wouldn't go for that. Anyway, after the fifth child, mom finally went on the 'pill'. It was either that or we'd have to consider buying a used bus and two new homes, from all the unprotected sex we were having... We had tried condoms, but the normal sized one wasn't big enough for my cock or my load. When I pulled out, I could tell something was wrong. This was just before our fifth and final kid. We had planned on only four... After the first year since moving to Florida, with a Florida driver's license in our hot little hands, mom and I snuck over to the county clerk. We filled out a form and sheepishly submitted it, not sure if we'd be approved or locked up and put on the six o'clock news. Well, with a click and snap of that bureaucrat's silver stamping device, it was official: my beautiful mother and I were now married. With a beautiful home on the sea, a gorgeous wife and five kids, I had found true happiness. Years later, I went back to school and finished a four year degree, but I never had to use it. It was poetic justice that the people that had wronged my mother were forced by the courts to make amends, and pay the way for our happy new life... Mother's Little Lover A few days earlier Kevin had caught his mother in the shower and, thinking that she hadn't seen him, he had watched her masturbate before retreating excitedly to his own room, suddenly needing to do exactly the same. But he had been wrong, very wrong. Not only was she aware of his presence but she had actually put on her display deliberately, enjoying exhibiting herself to her son. Afterwards she had walked in on him while he played with himself and had then taken over to finish him off with both mouth and hands, expressing her delight as she succeeded in making him come, shooting his cream all over her fingers. She had made no effort to take things any further at the time, simply leaving him to clean himself up, and since then neither of them had even mentioned the incident. Kevin had placed the memory in his mental 'one to remember' file and had reluctantly put it out of his mind, assuming it was an aberration on her part that would never be repeated. Then, as they were watching the television alone one evening she suddenly brought the subject up again. 'Did it frighten you the other day when we did what we did?' She asked, cautiously alluding to it. 'I know you're supposed to be an adult now, but I remember being eighteen too, and I would have been scared stiff at that age. Although maybe it's different for girls.' He frowned at the inference attached to her "supposed to be an adult" remark, before thinking about it for a minute or so and then answering truthfully, his heart starting to thump at the memory. 'No, but I was a bit surprised.' 'Good.' She nodded with satisfaction. 'I didn't think it would but I wasn't sure, and anyway I know you enjoyed seeing me in the shower.' That much was certainly true. She might be his mother, but that didn't stop her having a beautiful body. His cock was beginning to swell in recollection. 'I liked you watching me. But you know that, don't you?' He nodded and smiled shyly. 'I bet you'd like to watch me again, wouldn't you?' He couldn't truthfully deny it but he didn't have the nerve to admit it either, because it was ingrained in him that watching your own mother at such times was taboo. He just sat and looked at her mutely. 'And I bet you'd like me to finish you off again, wouldn't you?' His mouth had gone dry and his heart was racing, but he still couldn't bring himself to agree. But this time she wasn't going to let him stay uncommitted. 'You would, wouldn't you?' He nodded without speaking, silently acknowledging the truth. 'Then shall we go and sort that out?' She looked meaningfully at the bulge in his trousers. He glanced down at his guilty crotch, feeling his face redden. 'Come on, then.' Without waiting for his assent she stood and made her way to the door, pausing in the opening for him to join her. 'Let's go upstairs.' He followed her meekly, finding it hard to come to terms with what was happening, watching her climb the stairs in front of him and wondering what was in store this time, his mind denying the obvious. She paused at her bedroom door, glancing back and smiling at him reassuringly as if understanding his turmoil. He smiled back nervously and followed her into the room, his eyes drawn to the double bed that she had shared with his father until he had walked out on them. Now it seemed he was to take his father's place in both senses of the word. She stood at the foot of the bed, her back to the mirrored wardrobe that filled the wall, and reached around awkwardly to pull down the zip on her dress, letting it fall around her feet to stand in her bra and panties. She stood motionless for a short while, intentionally showing him her front but also revealing her back view in the mirror. He had to admit she was a very attractive woman despite her age. He'd never looked at her in that way before, but now he was seeing the woman instead of the mother, and he liked what he saw. For a few moments she stood motionless, just enjoying letting him look at her, but then she walked across and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling it clear of his waistband and pushing it from his shoulders to fall to the floor behind him. His hands instinctively rose to try and stop her, but by then her fingers were already undoing his belt and pulling urgently at his zip, not giving him time to object until he was dressed simply in his socks and boxers. 'You can do the rest, can't you?' She spoke with her eyes fixed hungrily on the bulge in his shorts. He would have liked her to finish undressing him, but he understood that letting him remove those last garments was her way of being sure of his consent. He nodded and nervously put a foot on the bed to take off his sock, watching her reach back and unclip her bra at the same time. He knew he was tacitly agreeing for them to do things together that were taboo, but with his cock iron hard and his heart pounding with excitement he could only let himself be swept away with the moment. Naked, they stood just looking at each other for a few moments, her gaze on his purple-tipped erection and his switching between the dark fuzz of curly hair at the join of her legs and her heavy brown tipped breasts. Both of them were already breathing heavily and he could see that she was trembling slightly, whether from anxiety or anticipation he wasn't sure until he felt his own body begin quiver and knew it was from both. She pulled her gaze from his cock and smiled at him, indicating with a sweep of her hand that he should lie on the bed, and then waiting for him to comply before lying beside him, he on his back and she on her side, propped on one elbow so that she could look at him. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes sometimes flicking sideways towards her, unsure what she had in mind and waiting for her to take the lead, his hands remaining by his sides and his cock standing rigidly erect. 'You've become a very handsome young man.' She told him finally. 'Better even than your father in the looks department.' It was an accolade that caught him by surprise and made him smile automatically, even though he knew almost instantly that there was more to it than a simple compliment. 'I think you'll get to be better than him in other ways too, don't you? I loved him, but he was never the world's most exciting lover.' He just smiled again and remained silent, not wanting to trip himself up with an incriminating answer. She chuckled softly at his caginess, her breasts bouncing slightly and catching his eyes. Her hand reached out and delicately wrapped itself around his erection. 'You've certainly got a head start there, and that's a fact.' 'Thank you.' He whispered, finally acknowledging her praise. He knew that she was going to wank him off, but he wasn't sure what else she had in mind and he turned his head to look directly at her, their eyes making and holding contact while her fingers played along his cock, a tiny smile of amusement playing around her lips. She was clearly enjoying being in charge and a sudden flash of insight told him that she had never had that chance with his father. He didn't mind, knowing that she would almost certainly take him further than he would be prepared to go of his own accord. Her fingertips trailed back and forth along the length of his shaft, her gentle touch making his cock jerk from the sensations and he gave himself up to the forbidden pleasure. The suddenly his eyes caught their reflections in the mirrored doors and he watched them briefly, able to use their images to calm the remaining anxiety he felt by seeing just a stranger enjoying the attentions of an older woman rather than a son submitting to his mother. Her fingers crept down to his balls, stroking his sac and drawing his attention back to the bed. He spread his legs a little to give her access, the delicate feeling of soft fingers tip-toeing around and under his balls making him draw a sharp breath of pleasure between his teeth. His own fingers were grabbing at the bedsheet and he was rapidly reaching the point where he wanted her to simply take his cock in her hand and wank him properly. She chuckled sexily, the sound coming from deep in her throat. 'Nice?' She asked. 'Yes.' 'Would you like me to suck you?' The little flutter of anticipation in his belly answered that. He rolled his eyes involuntarily at the thought, causing her to give another sexy little chuckle before she shuffled down the bed a little way, her question answered. Her fingers moved from under his balls to wrap around the base of his cock, holding it upright as she lowered her mouth for the tip of her tongue to flick out and touch the very end of his cock. She glanced around, looking back up at him, smiling softly before putting out her tongue and licking the head of his cock again with several quick dabs of her tongue. She chuckled again, the deep sexy sound almost like a big cat purring, and then ran her hand up and down his shaft, staring intently at his cock as the ring of her finger and thumb pulled his foreskin back and forth in long slow strokes. He waited, wanting her to take him in her mouth, but silently putting up with her tease because he knew she would do it in the end. 'Do you want me to let you come in my mouth?' She asked him, suddenly looking at his face. The question shocked him, both for its unexpectedness and because of its content, but there was only ever going to be one answer and he knew it. 'I'd love you to.' 'So would I.' She lowered her mouth again, this time closing it fully over his cock, her tongue swirling around the head in long circles, making him groan in expectation. Then after a minute or so she moved, adjusting her position without releasing his cock so that she could raise and lower her head over him more easily and more rapidly, taking him further into her warm wet mouth but obscuring his direct view with the back of her head. Her hand was now moving in combination with her mouth, wanking him at the same time, deliberately working to make him come. He glanced again at the mirror, craning his neck slightly to look around her and finding that he could see the reflection of her mouth sliding along the end his cock with her hand moving rapidly to and fro below it. He watched, detached but fascinated, seeing the two people at play as if unconnected to himself, and yet at the same time feeling the beginnings of a climax warming inside him. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting the growing climax take over. 'I'm going to come soon.' He announced, feeling a quick squeeze on his cock acknowledge his warning. He opened his eyes, seeing the back of his mother's head rise and fall more quickly, feeling her mouth sucking at him more urgently while her hand moved rapidly, increasing the sensations in his cock and building the pressure in his balls. 'I'm coming.' This time she didn't answer except to redouble her efforts, her unseen hand wrapped firmly around his shaft and pistoning up and down as fast as she could while her mouth stopped moving, closed over his cock in anticipation. He felt the pressure build until finally, with a deep moan, the dam burst and he began to pour his cum into his mother's waiting mouth, spurt after spurt spraying onto her tongue and flooding her throat while he grabbed at the bed beneath him to try and prevent his hips from jerking and ramming his cock down her throat. Eventually his climax began to die away and he flopped back onto the bed, spent and empty, gasping and trembling, his heart pounding so hard he was sure that his mother would easily be able to hear it. For a few moments she kept her mouth closed over his cock, wanting to be certain that it was over, but then, as it began to soften she raised her head and looked at him, a smile of satisfaction on her face and stray droplet of cum shining on the end of her chin. 'That was fantastic.' She whispered. 'You taste better than your father did too.' She wriggled up past him and half lay half sat propped on the pillows with her back against the headboard, turning her head to smile at him, obviously pleased with what had happened. 'Come up next to me.' He shuffled further up the bed until he was next to her, feeling her arm drape itself around his shoulders to give him a quick affectionate hug, squeezing him tightly against her shoulder. 'Phew, you've made me hot. I know what I want now!' She exclaimed. 'But I guess you're knackered for the moment?' 'Sorry.' He looked at her apologetically and shrugged, knowing exactly what she meant but glad for some reason to be given the way out. 'Never mind. I can manage.' She gave him a quick glance and then opened her legs as much as their proximity would allow, resting her free hand between them and cupping her pubes before sliding it down onto her pussy. 'You don't mind me doing this while you're here, do you?' She asked. 'You can watch me in the mirror if you like.' He shook his head, not knowing what to say. To have any woman lying next to him and playing with herself would have given him a buzz, let alone his own mother, and he was finding it hard to cope with the speed with which things were moving between them. She was pushing him just a little harder than he was ready for. He had realised by now where things were likely to end and the idea was making his pulse race, but he still had to fight his own morals to think of going there. Even so, his eyes were drawn inexorably to the mirror to stare at his mother's wet and gaping pussy and to her fingers roaming over it. 'I love having somebody watch me do this.' She whispered almost apologetically. 'I don't know why, but I just do.' He watched her fingers find the tip of her clit and begin to rub it gently. 'Do you like watching me?' What could he say? He licked rapidly drying lips and nodded, his eyes still pinned to her brightly wet pussy. 'Good, just watch me then. I'm going to make myself come.' She flashed him a quick self-conscious smile. 'It always gives me a hell of a thrill to let somebody see me come.' She gave his shoulder another quick squeeze as her fingers began to play with herself more determinedly. He risked a quick glance at her face, seeing her biting at her lower lip, her eyes closed and mouth half open. From where he was he could only see the tops of her bobbing knuckles laid over her pubes because her were fingers out of sight between her legs, but he could see everything in the mirror, especially when she explored her own entrance with two fingers, opening herself wide and then pushing them into herself with a quick and audible gasp. Even though he had so recently climaxed the highly erotic sight was having an effect and his cock began to unfurl, extending into a lazy half circle against his stomach. 'You do like it, don't you?' Her amusement sounded in a voice tight and thick from excitement as she spotted his lengthening cock. 'Yes.' He could only agree. She gripped his shoulder ad pulled him closer so that he could feel the little movements of her body against his, a gentle shaking generated by the ever more urgent actions of her fingers. 'Watch me come.' Her fingers moved back to her clitoris and she began to strum it hard and fast, gasping little happy sounds at the sensations it gave her. He stared into the mirror, enthralled by the view he was getting of her pussy, red and shining, her puffy labia wide open within a nest of curly dark hair, and with her fingertips moving swiftly back and forth across her clit. 'I'm going to come soon.' Her body was beginning to give little jolts and shudders as she got closer. 'You can do it too, if you want.' She nodded quickly at his cock, now fully erect and twitching with his arousal. He moved a hand and began to stroke himself, just running his hand slowly up and down his length, not trying seriously to make himself come, but just enjoying the illicit sensation of playing with himself as his mother masturbated next to him. 'Oh, that's lovely.' She was staring at their reflections, her gaze going from one to the other, as she was getting closer to her climax. Her hand around his shoulder tightened so that her fingers dug painfully into his flesh. 'I'm coming, I'm coming right now. Can you see me?' The words ended in a gasp as her hips jerked and her fingernails dug deeper into Kevin's shoulder, making him wince. He watched the mirror closely, seeing her sopping wet pussy opening and closing as if around a cock, as her hips and pelvis jerked and danced against the bed, almost dislodging her own flying fingertips from her clit. Then her back arched, her pelvis raised from the bed and she made a short sharp series of pleasure noises before she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath, her chest heaving and a sheen of post orgasmic sweat coating her skin. Kevin watched in wonder, unused to seeing women climax anyway, he was astounded to find his own mother to be such a sexually active and responsive woman. It was as if a different person lay beside him. Not a dull and unexciting middle aged woman, but someone mature in body but otherwise not in any way different to girls of his own age. His hand still ran gently along his cock, but he was doing it without thinking, stroking himself purely in an unconscious response to what he had seen. 'Oh Kevin.' She gasped at last, her breathing still not settled back. 'That was amazing.' She looked at him and her gaze went to the hand around his cock. 'Can you come again?' She asked him. He nodded. 'Yes.' 'So can I. Let's not waste it.' He didn't understand what she meant for a moment, but then she scrambled onto her knees beside him and her intention became instantly clear, making his heart lurch with guilty need. 'Lie flat.' She waited until he had wriggled down the bed. 'That's it.' He waited, lying horizontal and wondering just how she wanted to do it. She reached over and, pushing his hand away, took his cock in hers, her eyes closing briefly at the sensation. 'God, I want this.' She moved closer and then swung one leg over him, shuffling into position until she straddled him, her legs spread wide above his cock. 'You want it too, don't you?' He nodded, unable to say no even though he knew he should. She gave him a brief little smile and then carefully positioned herself over him, guiding his cock until he felt it find the wet warmth of her entrance. Then there was a brief pause, a moment while she thought about what she was doing, before she took her hand away and lowered herself onto him so that his cock slid right inside her vagina, enveloped in her hot and slippery tube. That was the moment when his reluctance faded away and all he wanted to do was to make uninhibited love with very sexy lady. 'Oh yes!' He heard his own voice say the words that were in his mind, although he hadn't really intended to speak them aloud. She smiled down at him, happy at his unintentional exclamation, and began to rise and fall on his cock, pushing herself right down against him take it in as deeply as possible and then lifting herself almost clear of his tip. He bent a little to one side, trying to look at the mirrored doors once more, wanting to catch sight of his cock in his mother's pussy. 'Can you see?' She asked, glancing over her shoulder. He shook his head and she leaned to the side for him to see past her, letting him finally see himself being ridden by his mother. He moaned with pleasure, watching his cock slide in and out of her, rock hard and shining wet with her juices. 'Good?' She asked breathlessly, lowering herself and grinding her pussy against him. He nodded, switching his gaze to her face for a moment and smiling at the excitement he saw there. She moved, changing from kneeling over him to crouching and then leaning forward to place her hands either side of his shoulders and give herself more freedom to move. Now that she could spear herself more easily she was riding his cock harder and faster, letting her breasts swing in front of his face as she bounced up and down on him. He moaned again, reaching up to take hold of them, kneading her soft flesh in his hands and feeling hard little nipples pressing against his palm. Mother's Little Lover 'Pull them, Kevin.' Her sudden demand surprised him, but he did as she asked, gripping them and tugging at them, seeing the flesh stretch in front of him and hearing her gasp of pleasure. 'That's it, keep pulling.' She began to speed up, her bottom rising and falling more rapidly, slamming itself down on him as she grunted and gasped her arousal. He worried briefly that he might slip out of her and hurt them both, but she managed to keep him inside her even when her face became contorted with passion and her movements became irregular as another orgasm developed. 'Harder!' He knew what she meant and dug his fingers into her breasts, pulling at them as hard as he could from below. She groaned out loud and dragged back, increasing the effect. They looked at each other, smiling with enjoyment before she closed her eyes and rammed herself even harder and faster onto him. He could no longer see them in the mirror but he could imagine her pussy slamming down on his cock and he was sure he could feel a little trickle of her wetness finding its way down over his balls. He could feel his own climax starting to build, but he could tell that she would be there long before he was. He was right, and this time she didn't tell him, she just cried out and threw her head back, her pelvis coming down and then grinding round and round so that his cock moved inside her as she came. It didn't last long this time, a short but very intense orgasm that left her gasping and trembling, still impaled on him. She crouched there for a minute or so and then just crumpled forwards to lie over him, her chest heaving against him and her face against his neck, the sound of her breathing loud in his ear. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, conscious of his cock still inside her and still throbbing with need. 'You haven't come yet, have you?' She asked eventually in a breathless whisper. 'Only the first time.' It seemed so long ago when she had made him come in her mouth. He felt her nod of acknowledgement against his cheek and then she carefully straightened her legs, stretching them out behind her and alongside his so that she lay flat on top of him. Then holding him close she began to roll to one side, bringing him with her, still inside her, rolling slowly and carefully until their roles were reversed and he lay on top of her, then she bent her knees and opened her legs wide so that they assumed the traditional missionary position. 'Fuck me Kevin. Fuck me and come inside me.' He need no second invitation, all boundaries now gone he began to push into her even as she spoke, sliding himself in as deep as he could before withdrawing, experimenting a little to test her depth and his movements before he fucked her properly. She was sopping wet, slippery and gaping, making his thrusts faster and easier than he expected. But that didn't matter, he just needed to fuck her and he soon picked up speed and power until he was plunging into her as hard as he could, making her grunt from the force of his thrusts, her arms around his back and her fingers once again digging into his skin. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that he shouldn't be, but he also knew that there was no way he wasn't going to. He could feel a climax building again and he was absolutely going to empty himself into her pussy. He fucked her harder, gasping into her ear and turned on even more by the little noises she made in return as he plunged into her. He was getting close, the sensation in his cock was becoming more intense and the pressure in his balls was almost too much to bear. 'I'm going to come.' He warned her. 'Good boy. Shoot it all into me.' Her arms clamped themselves even harder around him and her legs folded over his back, gripping him tightly as if to be sure he didn't change his mind. He wasn't about to do that, because even if his conscience began to trouble him he was too close now. He was thrusting erratically, his body losing control as his instincts took over, his cum gathering ready to flood her. 'Yessssss.' That one long sibilant word contained all the emotion and triumph he felt as he finally came, sending a torrent of cum spraying against her cervix, spurt after spurt gushing from him as he rammed his cock deep inside her, pushing down at her, holding her still as he emptied his balls into her. It was a very long and powerful climax that had every muscle in his body tensing and working, holding him rigid until it was finally over and he sprawl on top of her, spent and quivering, his forehead covered in beads of sweat and his breath coming in tight little gasps. For a little while they lay like that, she stroking his back gently and he gasping for breath, his cock subsiding inside her until it eventually slipped from her pussy to lie wet and slimy against the top of her leg. Finally, when he had got a little of his breath back, he raised himself onto his elbows to look down at her, noting the look of content satisfaction on her face. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her good it had felt, but before he could say anything he felt her hands on the back of his head, pulling him down into a kiss. Not the usual mother and son, friendly kiss, but a full-on post-coital kiss, warm and loving and intensely affectionate, as if thanking him for their pleasure. He returned it, their tongues touching and exploring each others mouths for a while before they parted, breathless once more. 'Don't ever let yourself think that was wrong.' She whispered. 'It was beautiful.' He nodded. 'Yes.' 'That was just the first time and I know we'll do it again.' 'I hope so.' It was true, he did. 'We will. You can come to me any time you want and we can do this - and a lot more as well. I will never refuse my man anything.' He smiled down at her and then rolled to one side, propping himself on one elbow and gazing at her nakedness, shiny with sweat. She was suddenly the most beautiful woman in the world. What they had done, and would do again, was not something he was going to tell the world about, much as he felt he wanted to. But he was so happy that things had turned out the way they had. The prospect of being his mother's lover filled him with excitement. Mother's Little Wanker Kevin got home from work that day feeling hot, sweaty and tired, and in need of a shower. He expected his mother to be home so he called hello as he came through the door, but no answer. Probably in the yard enjoying the early evening breeze and warm sunshine, where he planned to be as soon as he'd cleaned up a bit and found a beer. His mother didn't approve of him drinking beer, but this time he figured that he'd earned it, working all day in the hot and steamy confines of a hotdog stand to feed the hordes of people who had flocked to the stadium. He ran upstairs to his bedroom, shucked off his clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor and, shrugging a bathrobe around his shoulders, headed for the shower. It wasn't until he opened the bathroom door that he realised that the shower was already occupied. A smooth shiny female back showed itself through the steam and frosted glass to tell him that he'd found his mother. He stood transfixed, staring at her and wondering why she hadn't locked the bathroom door as was her usual habit. But then, perhaps she'd thought herself alone in the house. Without thinking he eased the door closed behind him and stood leaning on it, feeling his heart begin to race with nervous excitement, glad that the white towelling robe provided camouflage against the white bathroom door and allowed him to watch his mother showering undiscovered. Her actions fascinated him, his eyes following avidly as she soaped herself, turning sideways to him as she did so and unknowingly letting him see her breasts, lifted, squeezed and rubbed by her soapy hands. Her hands ran along across her belly and down her thighs, along her arms and under them, everywhere, soaping and rubbing her skin, almost as if massaging herself. She was naked and he was nearly so, and the implications of that were making his cock begin to unfurl beneath his robe. He shook himself mentally, telling himself to stop thinking along those lines - she was his mother for God's sake. But she was turning beneath the flow, moving herself to let the stream of water pour all over her to sluice away the soap and showing him a clearer view of her breasts in the process. He stood, unable to take his eyes away as she turned again until she was three quarters facing him, her brown nipples and dark curly bush discernable through the glass. He drew in a sudden breath as she soaped her hands and, parting her knees a little began to wash her pussy, reaching between her legs and rubbing at that most intimate part. Then, to his excited surprise, she reached up, unhooked the shower head and concentrated it between her legs to play the jet against her pussy, leaning one hand against the glass while the other directed the flow. He watched, hardly daring to breathe while she played water onto herself for a disproportionately long time. Even when all the suds were gone and the water ran clear she still played the flow on herself, shifting her stance slightly to part her legs even further. Suddenly the light dawned and his heart jumped. His mother was masturbating in the shower while he watched, using the jet of water on her pussy to give herself a thrill. His cock was standing erect, pushing against the towelling of his robe, forcing it into a peak to remind him of its presence and making his hand unthinkingly find its way under his robe to play, sliding gently along his length. He held his breath, wondering how far she would go, hoping that she would bring herself to orgasm as he watched, and at the same time feeling an excited guilt for spying on his own mother's very private moments. She was waving the shower head a little, just enough to move the spray along her pussy, and Kevin could imagine it hitting first her clit and then spraying up inside her entrance. He gripped harder onto his shaft, trying fruitlessly to stop himself from wanking and only succeeding in slowing himself down, his eyes fixed on his mother's pussy, hidden by the angle and the water so that he could just about make out her labia and the slit between. Her pelvis was beginning to give little jerks as the jet of water did its job and her legs moved intermittently as if trying to obey opposing instincts to close or to spread. She was getting close to coming. Then over the sound of the splashing water he heard her gasp, a sharp little noise born of pure pleasure, followed by another, and then another, louder this time. She was coming. He moved his hand along his shaft; his fingers wiping a drop of precum from the end before sliding back down towards the root. She was gasping loudly and continuously now, her legs jerking and her body shuddering before she let out one long cry and jammed the shower head up between her legs, pressing it onto her pussy so that water gushed up over her belly and streamed down her legs. Suddenly it was over, and she dropped the showerhead, letting it spin and rotate about her ankles spraying water around her as she slumped forward, her head drooping between outstretched arms and both hands pressing against the transparent side of the cubicle with her breasts swaying beneath her. For a moment or so Kevin stared at her, unable to take in the fact that he had just witnessed his mother's orgasm, but then near panic set in and he realised he had to move and move quickly before she recovered enough to see him still standing spying on her. He swiftly opened the bathroom door just enough to let him slide through, pulling it closed behind him, desperately trying to prevent the latch from clicking, before scuttling back to his own room. In the security of his bedroom he leaned back on the door much as he had in the bathroom, astounded by what he had just witnessed and horrified at his own arousal. It was your mother, part of his brain reminded him, trying to cancel out that part which insisted that he had just seen an attractive older woman doing what most women did when they were alone and randy. He looked down at his cock, hard and throbbing and still pushing against his robe, his hand automatically returning to it, wanting to finish the job he had begun in the bathroom. He let the bathrobe slip from his shoulders and walked unsteadily across to his bed, pushing the duvet to one side and lying back naked to enjoy what his mind described as a good wank. Now he was free to fantasise a little, to let his mind and imagination fill in the gaps in what he had seen. As his hand slid back and forth along his shaft he imagined his mother's pussy, clearly seeing the puffy labia and hot wet slit that steam and her stance had only allowed him to make out vaguely through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle. His mind's eye stared at her pussy, seeing the jet of shower water hitting and stimulating her clit, the little button hard and extended under its hood. He groaned quietly and his hand began to move more quickly, stimulating him just as the shower had done to his mother. He was going to come a bucket he was sure, thrilled and appalled in equal measure to be wanking to thoughts and images of the woman who brought him into the world and picturing the hole through which he arrived. It was wrong, perverted, and so fucking exciting. His hand squeezed harder at his cock -- and the bedroom door opened. For a moment he froze, staring wide eyed at his mother standing in the doorway wrapped in a towel, the skin of her shoulders still pink from the shower, and then he reacted, grabbing at the duvet and hauling it hastily across himself, hiding his nakedness and what he was doing, knowing that it was too late and that she had seen him wanking. 'Don't cover yourself, Kevin.' She told him quietly. 'You've seen me doing it; it's only fair that I should see you.' He felt himself go scarlet from the knowledge that he'd been caught spying, his mind not quick enough to wonder why she hadn't stopped what she was doing when she had seen him. 'Go on. Let me see you. Let me see what sort of a man my little boy has grown into.' He couldn't move. Even if he had wanted to he couldn't have moved a muscle to do as she asked. He just lay and stared at her, shocked and ashamed that she had known. 'You're not embarrassed that you saw me, are you? Because I'm not. It made things hotter for me to know you were watching.' He didn't know what to say and just lay staring mutely up at her. 'Do you want to see me again?' She asked, giggling girlishly down at him. 'Is it you show me yours and I'll show you mine?' She plucked at the edge of the towel, pulling it free and letting it fall to the floor. She was still naked underneath. 'There. Now no man has seen me like this since your father left. Will that help you? Can you bring yourself off now that you can look at me again?' He stared at her, his eyes going from the dark brown fuzz of her pubes to the paler brown of her engorged nipples, excited by what he could see but too shy to do as she asked. 'Let me help you then.' She walked across, smiling, her full beasts swaying gently, and leaned over to fasten her hands around the edge of the duvet. He knew what she was going to do, the scenario was playing out inside his head, but he was too slow to react, too late to stop her as she swiftly pulled the duvet away and threw it to one side, leaving him naked before her. His hands flew to cover his softening cock even as she sat down on the bed beside him. 'Don't cover him.' She rebuked him softly. 'Let me see you come.' She reached out and gently lifted his hands away one at a time, telling him as she did so. 'Do you know, I've never seen a man shoot his load? When I touched your father it was always before he came inside me, so I never got to see it happen.' Her cool fingers closed around his semi erect shaft and he licked dry lips, unable to move and resigned to the electrifying inevitable. 'I'll never see him shoot now, so I want to see what his son can do. I want to see you come.' Her fingers began to play with him, fondling him, trying to make him hard again. He couldn't help himself, he could feel himself lengthening, hardening again, the gentle movement of her naked breasts holding his gaze as her fingers moved along him. 'Looks like you're ready.' She observed as his cock twitched to a full erection, shuffling herself around to a more comfortable and convenient position. Her hand on his cock felt so cool and tender that he couldn't suppress a little sigh of pleasure. Slowly and gently at first she began to run her hand up and down his shaft, gazing at it with rapt attention as she did so, almost as if she'd never seen a man's erection before. 'I hope it feels as good to you as it looks to me.' She bent a little closer as if to be nearer her target, a close inspection that was so highly erotic that his cock became rock hard, almost painfully hard, under her attention. 'I need to see you shoot your load. I've never seen it and I want to see you come all over the place.' She kept her eyes on his cock as she spoke, as if she were talking directly to it, her face so close that he felt the slight movement of air from her breath across the tip. For a few minutes she carried on just playing with his cock, but then, as if the compulsion was too great, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking the head with long swirling strokes of her tongue. Kevin groaned with pleasure, the sound making her raise her head to look at him. 'Don't come in my mouth. Promise me you won't come in my mouth.' He nodded silently, still unable to speak, swept along by what was happening to him but still uncomfortable with it at the same time. 'No, I mean it Kevin, warn me if you need to come because I really, really want to see you shoot your load.' She sounded so solemn that he nodded again, confirming his promise and meaning it. Happier now she lowered her mouth back onto his cock and slid her fingers under his balls, lifting his sac and rolling them in the palm of her hand as she stroked his perineum with one fingertip. He closed his eyes, groaning again from the pleasure, his eyelids shooting open momentarily when her fingertip found his anus and played at the entrance, tiptoeing round and round as if probing for access. Then, with her head bobbing up and down his shaft at the same time it wasn't long before he felt the old familiar heat begin to build behind his balls. 'It won't be long.' He gave her the promised early warning, but she just nodded without lifting away and continued to play. His balls began to tighten and the heat became a fire. 'I'm going to come soon, very soon.' He warned her again anxiously. She lowered her mouth right down his shaft, spreading saliva with her tongue before finally raising her mouth away and taking his shaft back into her hand. Now she began to wank him in earnest, her fingers using the saliva as a lubricant to grip and slide up and down his shaft, turning the fire into a volcano, no longer dormant, but expanding and reddening and ready to erupt. 'I'm coming.' His voice came as an anxious gasp. 'Do it, Kevin, shoot your load. Shoot your load for me, let me see you come.' 'Yes, it's coming. It's coming now.' It was. As her hand kept up its frantic rhythm on his cock he felt his cum start to boil up, to build in pressure until, with an involuntary jerk of his hips, he came, shooting great warm creamy globs of spunk across his stomach. The first spurt was the most powerful, but as his mother pumped at his cock many more great spurts shot from his cock, at first arcing through the air to rain down on his skin but then, as his climax eventually slowly died away, to just boil out of the tip and slide in shiny, slippery rivulet's over his mother's fingers and into his pubic nest. All this time he was arching his back and gripping at the bed sheet until his knuckles showed white, his eyes squeezed into narrow slits through which he saw his mother gazing in wonder at his ejaculation. Then, as his climax subsided, he slumped back onto the bed, gasping for breath and with is mind now fighting between the delight and guilt that he felt in equal proportions. He tried his best to smile at his mother as she reluctantly released his extremely slimy and rapidly softening cock. She looked at her slippery hand and at his cum spattered belly before taking her fingers into her mouth and licking away his cream. 'My boy really has become a man.' She told him, smiling happily. 'It was wonderful to see that.' He nodded, puzzled by her tone. 'Thank you.' 'But then, you are the man of the house now that your father has left, aren't you?' 'I suppose so.' 'Ready to fulfil all the responsibilities?' 'I suppose so.' He answered, unsure whether to be excited or horrified by what he suspected she meant. 'I'm glad, but I did need to know.' She replied. 'That's why I decided to have a shower when I did.' She glanced meaningfully down at his belly. 'Now I think maybe you should go for that shower you were wanting.'