5 comments/ 70015 views/ 26 favorites Mum Ch. 02 By: thorbet It was to be three weeks before I would find out. In all that time I had a series of early starts and when I didn't Jenny was on late starts so there was never any opportunity. All that day after my conversation with mum my mind was in turmoil. I knew she liked sex from what Don had told me and the pictures he shown me, and the fact that from time to time I had looked in her bedside cabinet drawer and the vibrator was never in the same place for long. What I hadn't realized was that she was getting off to the sounds of Jenny and me fucking, something I decided to keep to myself. If Jen knew she would become very embarrassed and inhibited, and it gave me quite a thrill to think that mum was cumming at about the same time we were. Later that day I texted her, Jenny, and told her I wanted her to be a prostitute in the bedroom that night. We often set up role plays during the day and enjoyed the anticipation thinking about how sexy we could be when the time came. She texted back "£100, money first." I asked her what would be included for that price and she sent back a long list of pretty well everything that two people can do o and with each other, adding that she would also give me her already soaking thong to keep as a memento. Through the course of the evening we kept exchanging glances which I'm sure mum picked up on and strangely enough we decided that we were both quite tired and an early night wouldn't go amiss. As I followed Jenny out of the room I winked at mum who gave a little knowing smile back and wished us goodnight. She followed us up a few minutes later and I heard her go into her room. From where the bed is situated in our room you could not see the door as it was partially hidden by the wardrobe and Jenny's clothes hanging on the front of it, so she couldn't see that I had left it very slightly ajar. It didn't take long for us to get into it and she played her part wonderfully. The thing about Jen was that the more turned on she got the louder she became and she didn't try to hold back at all as she had her first orgasm on my tongue. The fact that I knew mum could hear us had me close to cumming but I managed to control it even though my cock was pressed against the bedding. After she had calmed down a bit I got her to kneel on the bed so I could fuck her doggy fashion, her favourite position and one where she comes quite violently. As I thrust into her and felt her thrusting back at me I kept telling her what a dirty bitch she was, a filthy whore to which she responded in equally foul language calling me all the names under the sun. I felt her getting higher and higher and just at the crucial moment I pushed my middle finger slowly but deeply into her arse. She almost screamed with the intensity of her climax, all concern about anyone hearing completely forgotten, and her violent jerking brought me off deep inside her. After it was all over we pulled apart and fell into the bed and slept soundly, too exhausted to worry about cleaning up. The next day I was on an early call and didn't see mum until I got home mid afternoon. Jenny had given me a long goodbye kiss before I left although she was muttering something about sticky and damp but I didn't have time to do much about it. When I got in mum made a pot of tea and brought me a cup to the lounge where I had gone to sit. She smiled as she handed it to me. "Tired?" I nodded. "I'm not surprised after last night." she said. I smiled back at her as she came and sat on the edge of the settee beside me, and tried hard not to look as embarrassed as I felt. In the cold light of day things seemed different. She put her hand on my knee. "Thank you." "What for?" I asked. I saw her cheeks begin to colour. "I think you know." she said softly. I nodded slowly. "Twice for me last night." she said in the same soft voice. "That hasn't happened for a long time." "Oh mum." "Look....don't feel awkward about it...........it seemed good for all of us." I just nodded at her, my face crimson. "Does Jenny know?" "What, that you can hear us?" "Yes." I shook my head. "She would die of embarrassment." She paused as we sipped our tea. "Best she doesn't then." She perked up a bit as she looked at me. "I think I'll pop over to Don's for a couple of days." She took another sip. "He's been asking me for a week or two now and it's about time I had a real fuck not a plastic one." This sudden frankness from my mother amazed me. It was as if all her pent up feelings and emotions were emerging having found someone she could trust and speak openly to. It was a revelation to hear her talk like this and quite frankly it was arousing as well. She looked at me waiting for my reaction and I cleared my throat embarrassedly. "Well......" I began but didn't honestly know what to say. She laughed lightly. "I'll probably go in the morning and be back for the weekend.....but I might be a bit bow-legged by then!" We both laughed and it eased the moment for me. She took our empty cups and put them on the little table then put her hand back on my knee. "You know..." she started softly, "I loved it when you were living at home. I used to love having you around and you were such an antidote to your father." "You never really got on too well with him did you." I said. She shook her head sadly. "Oh it was good in the beginning after we married but I soon realized there were some things about him which were quite selfish. He expected a lot from me but gave little in return which is why I started to go elsewhere." She was silent for a minute or two, her mind miles away and long ago. When she continued it was quietly and with a sense of regret in her voice. "You know, he never once gave me an orgasm? He would just fuck me from on top and roll off when he had cum and I always had to go to the bathroom to clean up and bring myself off." It was an extraordinary revelation but quite plausible knowing how he had been with us. "I'm so sorry mum." I said softly putting my hand on hers. She shrugged and smiled. "What's gone is done......but if things had been different I would never have looked elsewhere. It was only when I did I found out how good sex can be and how fulfilled and happy I felt afterwards." "Why did you stay with him?" She looked at me and smiled. "Who would have taken care of you if I'd gone?" It was a simple statement but a damning one and it suddenly hit me how much she had given up for me. I reached forward and pulled her to me in a close hug. "Oh mum," I breathed into her ear, "I'm so sorry." "Don't be, you were the light of my life.....and in many ways still are." We held each other close and then she whispered something that I will never forget. "You know, if you had ever asked me or made any move or suggestion about it I would gladly have taken you to my bed!" I pulled back and looked at her in astonishment. I was speechless for a moment "Oh mum!" was all I could say "I've shocked you haven't I." she said pulling back. "I'm sorry." I shook my head quickly as I pulled her close again. "No.....no....I just wish I had known." My mind was in a whirl. "If only.........." I hesitated, unsure of what to say next. I took a deep breath. "If only you knew how often I masturbated thinking about you." It was out in the open and strangely enough I didn't feel so guilty or embarrassed about it as I thought I would. My mothers' revelations and frankness had opened me up to telling her things I thought were completely taboo, but here she was pressed close against me without the slightest hint of shock or disgust. "I did wonder.....what with my panties and everything." she said softly. "And how would you feel if I told you I still do?' I went on emboldened by the eroticism of the moment. She looked at me askance. 'What, this old body?" she paused, "you have Jenny and I know how much you enjoy each other. Why me?" "It's not how you look Mum, it's who you are and how you are with me." I went on softly. "You've always turned me on even when I was quite young and your meetings with other men only increased that. I wanted you very much........and you haven't got an old body, it's beautiful." She gave a soft laugh and turned to look me in the eye. "Don showed you the photos didn't he." It was a statement not a question and I nodded fearful of what might follow. "Good," she continued, "I told him to after I saw him masturbating over Jenny's." My mouth hung open in surprise. "You mean....." She looked at me and nodded. "I always knew you tried to see me naked when you were young and I would have let you but if your father ever found out he would have gone mad and thrown either you or me out. You know what he was like." "Yes," I said softly, "only too well." I was remembering the number of times he had yelled at me for seemingly trivial things and could well imagine his reaction if he had ever caught me looking at her nakedness. I shuddered. "Exactly," she said looking at me, "but now it doesn't matter and he isn't here." Suddenly she smiled. "Did you like what you saw? Was it worth the wait? Don said you were a bit gobsmacked but I didn't know whether that was good or bad." I suddenly laughed out loud. "Oh god they are wonderful! You're gorgeous!" She looked relieved. 'I'm glad, even if you do need glasses!" "Oh no." I said as I pulled her close to kiss her forehead but as I did she raised her face and my lips met hers. I pulled back quickly and looked at her but saw only and expectant gaze so I lent to her again and kissed her softly. It was not a normal mother/son kiss, no open mouths and tongues like with Jen, but a long amorous one that had a very clear message and one which neither of us seemed to want to end very quickly. When we did part she looked anxiously at me no doubt expecting revulsion or something similar but saw nothing but wonder as I looked at her. Suddenly she pulled me to her so her lips were by my ear and we cuddled closely before she whispered "I would love you to fuck me John but not now, Jen will be home soon and......" I was stunned by her words but even more so when I felt her hand in my lap and it holding my erection. She went on softly "We will when the opportunity comes.....if you still want to.... but you need to take care of this now." "Oh god!" I whispered back at her, painfully aware that if she carried on she would take care of it for me. "You know, I've never actually seen you do it." She pulled back and looked at me a little embarrassedly. "Would it be too embarrassing for me to watch you?" The past couple of days had been an eye-opener for me and the things that had happened and what we had talked about made me see my mother in a new light. That she was open-minded about things was obvious even to the extent of wanting to watch me masturbate and promising sex in due course. But I wasn't sure I'd be able to. "Please?" she whispered. Almost involuntarily I nodded and as if in a daze made to open my flies. "Wouldn't it be easier if you undid your trousers properly?" her soft voice was a little husky now and it was obvious she was as turned on as I was. I stood up and dropped my trousers and pants and stood in front of her, my cock absolutely rigid with the skin right back and the end very obviously wet from my excitement. She gave a sharp intake of breath then whispered 'It's beautiful.' I sat back down on the settee and started to play with myself when she suddenly stopped me. "Wait." She stood up and to my amazement lifted her skirt to her neck. Holding it with her chin she hooked her thumbs in her panties, full size white plain ones, and pulled them down her thighs. She sat down again with her skirt still raised and took them off completely before turning them inside out and handing them to me. To say I was astonished would be an understatement. Here was my mother sitting here virtually naked from the waist down, her grey pubic hair openly displayed wet and matted near her crack, presenting me with her knickers. Her very wet knickers! "Show me!" she urged quietly her fingers dropping to her cunt as she opened her thighs, "show me how you do it." I raised them to my nose and inhaled the musky aroma deeply before putting my tongue out to taste the juice liberally coating the gusset. "Oh god!" I groaned as the fragrance and taste worked their magic but this time added to by the sight of my mother masturbating openly beside me. "Fuck!" she gasped as her hand stilled at her slit and her body shook gently but repeatedly with her orgasm. Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing erratically in small gasps as her climax continued, and she had obviously been a lot more turned on than I realized. I had known I was never going to last long but this took me over the edge and I just lay back in the settee and let nature take it's course. I spurted strongly, all over my hand and pubis with some landing on my shirt, every pulse watched avidly by my mother. She had her bottom lip between her teeth as she took in every detail, her eyes now wide and glued to my penis, and her hand still between her thighs. "Oh my god," she murmured breathlessly, "that was wonderful." I lay back exhausted. The excitement was dwindling now but I made no effort to move or start to clean up, there didn't seem to be much reason to. My mother too lay back her legs still parted and the hair round her slit wet and stuck to her skin, and I noticed almost absent-mindedly how large her lips were in their swollen state, protruding from the wet grey forest. We lay there for a few minute not talking, just getting our breath back, my penis now flagging onto my own mess. Eventually we made an effort to sort ourselves out and she reached for some tissues to clean me up. I held out my hand to take them but she brushed it aside and set to and started wiping me, taking hold of my now slack penis as she did. "The last time I held this you were a little boy." she said with a little laugh, "not so little now though." she went on softly. "Oh mum," I said wearily, embarrassment beginning to creep back in now, "you don't have to do that." "I want to." She continued wiping me. "But next time you'd better put it somewhere where it doesn't make quite such a mess!" I looked at her in amazement knowing full well what she meant. Now that the excitement was over I thought that would be an end to her earlier request but it obviously wasn't. "You mean.....?" She stood up and smoothed her skirt before leaning down and kissing me quickly on the lips. "The time will come." she said simply before gathering the tissues and her panties and walking out of the room. Mum Ch. 03 It was half past midnight when I got in, tired, dirty and not in the best of humour. Sunday had been going well. Mum had been out most of the day and Jen and I had the place to ourselves, so a leisurely lunch with a couple of glasses of wine saw us very relaxed and amorous. We almost went to bed then but by a sort of unspoken agreement we decided to wait until the evening when our anticipation would be so high we would fuck uninhibitedly. I was also aware that I would get additional excitement from knowing that my mother would be masturbating in the next room as she listened to us, something mum and I both thought it best for Jen not to know! Then about half past six the phone rang. A good friend and his wife were on holiday abroad and his mother who lived alone and not very far from us had rung him in a state of distress that something in her bathroom had started to leak and water was dripping down from the ceiling in the kitchen below. He said he realized it was a hell of a favour but would I be able to go and have a look at it for her and see if there was anything I could do. Six hours later I got back home having spent most of that time crawling around on my hands and knees under the basin and the bath trying to sort it for her. It was one of those things that just when you thought you done it...you saw that you hadn't. Eventually I stopped the leak but only after re-plumbing half the bathroom and eventually made it home. The only consolation was that, although she was in her early 70's she was still a fine looking woman and in many respects reminded me of mum. She was a little on the larger side with breasts that I would imagine hung down on her stomach when unsupported, and a bottom that just cried out to be fondled! The best thing though was her wash-basket in the corner of the bathroom. During the first time she went downstairs to make me a cup of tea I investigated its' contents and to my delight found two pairs of 'granny' pants one of which was heavily stained with both white streaks and leaked piss. Although tempted I didn't lift them out as I could hear her stirring the cup downstairs and knew she would be back upstairs shortly. The next time however, she offered to make me a sandwich so I knew I had enough time to investigate them more thoroughly. I got the stained ones from the basket and held them to my nose as I freed my penis from my jeans. It hardened in seconds as I inhaled the aroma of her old cunt and the stale piss and wondered if she had masturbated in them. She didn't appear to wipe after pissing if the stains were anything to go by and the gusset was salty to taste as I ran my tongue over it. I enjoyed them for a few minutes thinking how similar to mum's they were then heard her on the landing! I quickly threw them into the basket and struggled to get my hard cock tucked away before she appeared at the door. I don't know if she saw me, she said nothing but was smiling as she handed me the sandwich. I looked in on Jen before heading for the shower in the hope that she might still be awake and waiting but the sound of her soft snoring put paid to any that and did little to lift my mood. The shower relaxed me a little and I went downstairs in just my dressing gown to have a beer – a poor consolation prize. As I got it from the fridge I noticed the wine bottle from lunchtime now empty in the waste bin along with another one. Jen had obviously gone to bed quite relaxed! As I was sitting there mulling over the events of the day I was startled as the door opened and mum came in quietly and closed it behind her. 'Not quite the way you expected your weekend to end,' she said softly, sadly a very accurate statement. She was wearing a thin nightdress which ended above her knee and did little to disguise her heavy breasts and pointed nipples. From the way it rode up as she sat opposite me a large part of her upper thighs were on display also which she did little to try and cover. I could feel the stirrings in my groin which I tried to suppress. 'No,' I said wearily, 'I was hoping she would still be awake for me.' 'She was up to about an hour ago but the wine overtook her and she went off to bed.' She paused. 'But she did ask if she could borrow my toy so I told her to help herself.' She looked at me warily expecting me to go mad I suppose, but it was just one more blow to add to the heap that had already spoilt my evening. I shook my head and gave a little laugh. 'Well at least she went to bed satisfied.' I said ruefully. 'Not really,' she went on, 'there was a call from her boss, something about someone rang him and said they wouldn't be able to come in tomorrow so he asked her to come in early, at 8.00am. She was pretty pissed off about that as she had been looking forward to a lie-in in the morning.' I smiled. 'Serve her right.' I said with a degree of satisfaction. 'I've not got anything before noon tomorrow.' 'That's what I thought,' there was a long pause then she looked at me with a slight smile. '...so would you like me to bring you up a cup of tea in the morning?' It must have been my dark mood because I didn't immediately cotton on to what she was saying then it hit me. I looked at her wide-eyed. 'You mean...?' She nodded, 'Well...the house will be empty so...' She shrugged her shoulders. I looked at her unable to believe that it might really happen at last. All the times I had thought about our conversations, and the times I had imagined it was her I was in when I was fucking Jen, of knowing she could hear us as I did... I nodded slowly. 'Are you sure you really want to?' I asked fearful that the answer might not be what I wanted to hear. This time it was her turn to nod but then her eyes dropped to my crotch and her smile widened. 'And I can see the idea appeals to you as well!' I looked down and to my horror my dressing gown had fallen open from the waist down exposing my cock that was by now fully erect. 'God mum, I'm sorry.' I blurted out turning red and attempting to cover myself up. 'Don't be,' she said softly, 'and please don't cover it. You look so inviting.' I was more worried in case Jen woke up and came down than my mother seeing me, but it did give me a thrill knowing she was looking at me and enjoying it. I pulled my gown together as best I could but it didn't cover all it should. 'About 8.30 be ok?' I nodded slowly. 'Are you sure though?' Her response was to stand up and move in front of me casting a glance at the closed door as she did. She leant down and took my hand and pushed it up under her nightdress widening her stance as she did. She pulled my wrist until my hand was at her crotch and I could feel her hairs, slightly wiry and soft at the same time. 'Go on,' she whispered, 'feel me.' It was as if a lot of my dreams had suddenly come true. It was the first time I had ever intimately touched my mother and yet here she was urging me on and for a moment my hand remained still. Then I started to slowly and gently explore her and could feel her soft flesh beneath the hair, the warmth from between her thighs and then the wetness. As I slid my finger along what felt like a deep well -lubricated slit she gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft moan. 'Oh fuck!' she whispered bending forward close to my ear. I continued to finger her slit deeper and deeper until I was able to push my finger right in and could feel her slight jerking as the sensations hit her. 'God that feels so good.' she whispered . As I turned my head to look at her she moved hers and our lips met but this time hers were open and wet. For a second I wondered if I should respond but the feel of her tongue as it pushed between my lips gave me the answer. It could only have been a few seconds but it was for me one of the most erotic kisses I have ever had and was over far too quickly as she pulled away. 'We'd best be careful,' she whispered moving back and disengaging my hand from her cunt, but as she did so she took hold of my penis and gently stroked it a couple of times. 'Mum!' I grunted through clenched teeth painfully aware that my orgasm was imminent. 'For God's sake!' She released me and stood back to watch me wrestling to control my feelings and hold back my cum managing eventually to calm down as the threat passed. 'I'd best go up now,' she said softly and leant in to kiss me again. I didn't know whether to offer my lips or cheek but she pushed my head slightly to one side and put her lips close to my ear. 'Don't masturbate tonight,' she whispered, 'save it for me tomorrow.' Then she gave me a peck on the cheek, bid me goodnight and went upstairs leaving me sitting there with a painfully hard cock knowing full well I wouldn't be sleeping well tonight. I replayed the past few minutes in my mind and found it hard to believe what had happened. I had never even dreamed I would ever be able to touch my mother like that, but I had and put my finger, still slightly wet, to my nose to confirm where it had been. There was no mistaking the aroma, one that I had sought out and enjoyed on her panties as often as I could, but here it was now on my skin! I had actually had my hand at the source of the juice that I had enjoyed many times damp or dry on her underwear but here it was on my finger. I inhaled her smell deeply a few times before putting my finger in my mouth for possibly the freshest taste of her I had ever had. I sucked it clean and closed my eyes as I imagined what it would be like to have my mouth actually against her splayed lips and taste it straight from her body. I went up to bed and lay naked beside Jenny, still snoring softly and completely unaware of what had happened downstairs. Out of curiosity I carefully slid my hand slowly under her pillow and sure enough there was my mother's little plastic toy. I thought about retrieving it and taking it to it's rightful owner but then realized if it wasn't still where she left it in the morning Jenny might deduce that I knew. I left it where it was. I lay there for a long time with a sometimes semi or hard penis with all sorts of anticipation going through my head. At one point I almost laughed out loud when I thought of the old joke 'Q. What's the difference between light and hard?' 'A. I can go to sleep with a light on.' Eventually I must have dropped off because the next thing I was vaguely aware of was Jen switching the alarm off, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom, cursing softly under her breath. I dozed on and off as she came back in and got dressed and, checking to see if I was asleep, carefully retrieved the vibrator from under her pillow before leaning over and kissing me quickly on the cheek. I smiled to myself as she left the room and heard her knock softly on mum's door, followed by a word of thanks, and then she went downstairs. I could hear her in the kitchen but the next thing I registered was the front door closing and her car starting. I lay there for a while my cock hard and my heart thumping. What would happen next, should I stay and wait for mum or somehow let her know I was awake? I was anxious not to seem too keen but at the same time the anticipation was nerve-wracking especially as I didn't know if she still wanted to go through with it . A few seconds later I heard her door open and a soft tap on my door. 'Are you awake?' she asked softly. I said I was then I heard her cross the landing and go downstairs. She's gone to get the tea I thought so got up to go for a pee before she came back upstairs. Normally if Jen had been there I would have put on a dressing gown for the few paces to the toilet but as she wasn't and mum was downstairs I decided to risk it and stepped out naked. Just as I got to the bathroom I saw her coming up the stairs and my bravado evaporated. I covered my now semi-hard cock with my hands and stuttered embarrassedly 'I thought you'd gone down to make tea.' She looked at me and smiled shaking her head 'Just to put the latch on.' She was in the same nightdress and if anything her nipples were even more prominent than they had been last night. She was staring directly at my hands then glanced up and raised her eyebrows. 'Can I see?' she asked softly I took my hands away. 'Mmmmmm,' she said softly as she got to the landing, 'don't be long.' It takes ages to piss with a hard or semi cock as any man knows but eventually I shook the last few drips off. As I walked back to the bedroom I felt as nervous as hell and my erection started to flag even more. I wondered if she felt the same way although I doubted it, she was certainly making the running now. I went in and closed the door, she had already got into bed and had pulled the duvet up to cover her breasts but her nighty was now in a crumpled heap on the floor. She looked at me and smiled, pulling the duvet up to indicate my side of the bed and exposing her nakedness to me for the first time. Her breasts were hanging to the side she was laying on with her nipples proud and hard and her rounded belly was also resting on the sheet. I just stopped and stared at her drinking in the sight I had wanted to see all these years and had been an important mental image in my many masturbation sessions about her, my naked mother. 'Come on,' she said softly, 'I'm getting cold.' I just continued to look at her taking in every detail of her naked body. 'Don't you know it's rude to keep a lady waiting?' she asked with a smile. I got into bed beside her and she pulled the duvet over us. I lay facing her with my face a few inches from hers before leaning forward tentatively for a kiss. Our lips met, hers open with her tongue forcing it's way between mine, and then we were kissing deeply my face pressed tight to hers. We broke apart and just looked at each other and I slowly drew the duvet down to look at her breasts again. 'They're old and saggy now.' she said somewhat regretfully. 'Oh no,' I breathed, 'they're beautiful... you are beautiful.' and bent down to kiss them and take an aroused nipple between my lips. She moaned softly and clasped my head to her as I suckled on her just as I had so many years ago and had wanted to do so often in the intervening years. I could feel myself growing again against her belly and flinched slightly as I felt her hand grasp and fondle me. She pulled me up to her again and softly asked me to lay on her as I felt her legs spreading against me. 'I will,' I whispered back, 'but first I want to kiss you and taste you if you'll let me.' She smiled and pushed my shoulders down her body and under the duvet. I quickly pushed it off and knelt up between her thighs before bending down to look closely at her cunt. Her lips were swollen and wet and protruded from the dense salt and pepper hair that adorned her crotch stretching from the top of her pubis and disappearing in the cleft between her buttocks. The aroma arising from her sex was heavenly and I bent closer to fully savour the strong smell. 'Oh God!' I whispered as I inhaled it deeply. I gently opened her lips with my thumbs to expose the wetness that lay between, little strands of sticky liquid joining them til they parted fully and exposed the slippery pink of her inner cunt. I ran my finger up her slit and gently pushed it inside and felt her lift her crotch towards me. 'Oh yes,' she hissed, her eyes partly closing as I reamed my finger round deep inside her. She was so hot and wet, slippery from her juice and moving gently in time with my finger. I pulled it out of her and kneeling up looked her in the eyes as I sucked her delicious juice from my hand. She just watched me then lifted he knees up to her tits exposing herself to me fully, open and glistening wet down to her other darker hole. She reached down round her legs and pulled her lips apart, her inner pinkness showing a contrast to the hair and darker skin of the surrounding flesh. Unable to resist any longer I pushed my face to her crotch and my tongue into her cunt. I heard her gasp as I forced it in as deep as I could reach the sought out her clit at the top of her slit, her solid little sensitive nub. My first impression was how hot she was, not just warm but to my lips and tongue she felt quite heated, then came the glorious taste, salty and slightly bitter and the smell, the powerful smell. I worked my tongue as much as I could over her exposed genitals feeling her jerking and gasping softly as I did, then with my face saturated with her juice I began kissing my way up her body again. I stopped to suckle her nipples biting them gently as I did and hearing her moan and twitch with the sensation. Then she pulled me up to her face and whispered hoarsely 'For god's sake fuck me!' I reached down and holding my cock rubbed the head up and down her wet slit a couple of times before easing gently and slowly forward. There is always a thrill when you are just about to enter a warm and willing woman especially one you have never fucked before but that anticipation was magnified a hundredfold knowing who it was laying beneath me. 'Go on.' she urged softly I pushed steadily and slowly deep into her cunt so wet and unresisting, and watched her eyes half close as my pubis met hers. I was completely surrounded by her body and it is difficult to describe the feelings I had at that moment. After all these years here I was inside my mother, enjoying her body, feeling her arms round me holding me to her, kissing my wet face and listening to her soft moans as I started to actually fuck her. I had to take it easy and try and concentrate on something else or I would have cum within a few seconds and I think she knew it, keeping relatively still as I built up confidence and a regular rhythm. When she sensed I was in control she wrapped her legs round my buttocks and started to lick her cream from my face. 'Oh God!' I moaned at her, and she buried her face in the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling it as we moved together. I could hear her breathing getting faster and shallower and knew she was getting close, then she suddenly whispered in my ear 'Keep fucking me as I cum...don't stop...please...Oh God!...' Then I felt her. It was not the soft gentle cum I had seen in the lounge, she jerked violently under me and I could feel her cunt clenching me over and over. She was grunting, gasping and moaning all at once and her arms and legs tightened round me as if she was afraid I was going to slip or pull out of her. I bit my tongue hard to stop myself from ejaculating and against all the odds was able to hold back until she lay quietly, eyes closed and breathing heavily. After a while she opened her eyes and smiled at me. 'That was...that was...so good, ' she breathed, 'I've been awake for ages thinking of this. You feel wonderful...did you cum?' I shook my head and her eyes widened. 'Would you like to now?' 'In a minute, I just want to be like this for a little longer.' Then I realized that my weight was fully on her and started to push myself up and off her. 'What are you doing?' She asked. 'I must be squashing you.' She pulled me back down to her again. 'Please don't get up...I love being like this.' I settled back and started kissing her neck. 'Will you make me cum again when you do? I so want to with you.' I smiled into her neck. 'I'll do my best.' She laughed softly. Then her tone changed. 'All those wasted years,' she said sadly, 'when it could have been this good.' 'You know I love you John, and have often wondered what it would be like with you.' 'I love you too mum...' I hesitated '...and you have no idea how often I wondered what you would be like when I was in Jenny!' 'I'm so sorry.' Mum Ch. 03 She pushed me up to look at me. 'Oh John...don't be,' then pulled me back to her, 'that is so sexy.' I could feel her starting to move under me again. As we resumed our fuck I knew it wouldn't last long and I was longing to fill her with my sperm, to let her feel me cumming inside her. Our movements increased and suddenly she started whispering in my ear. 'Talk dirty to me like you do Jenny. Tell me what a filthy fucking whore I am! Tell me my huge sloppy cunt feels so hot and nasty round your cock! Tell me you're going to fuck my arse!' She was so close and so was I. I groaned into her ear. 'I can't...not to you.' I gasped. 'I want you to...please?' 'Oh mum,' I said softly. 'Please...it gets me so high when I hear you.' I could feel myself getting to the point of no return and wanted hers with me. I put my lips to her ear. 'Come on then you fucking bitch! Make your cunt clench and suck my cum out you whore!' I grunted hoarsely Her head pressed back into the pillows and more curses poured from her mouth as my cock spat the contents of my balls deep into her body. We jerked and writhed together as the overwhelming uncontrollable sensations coursed through us each amplified by the reactions of the others' body. I pushed myself up off her to watch her cum, her tits and belly rippling with each spasm as it ran through her, her head turned to one side, her mouth open and uttering guttural sounds. I had never imagined in all my masturbation fantasies that she would cum like that. We lay together quietly afterwards too exhausted to do anything else. I had pulled out of her and my spunk now oozed from her still open lips down over her little hole and onto the bed. I pulled the duvet over us and we cuddled our sweaty bodies together. She kissed me again but this time with a tenderness I had only ever felt once, the first time our lips met properly. We listened to our breathing slow, saying nothing, just comfortable in each other's arms and the full reality of what had just happened dawned on me. After years of masturbating thinking of what it would be like to fuck her, of smelling her intimate secretions on her panties, I had tasted and licked her intimately and made love to her with her enthusiastic co-operation. Things would never be the same between us again. I pulled her face gently to mine and kissed her lips. 'Thank you so much...it was wonderful.' I said softly. 'You were wonderful.' 'I hope I wasn't a disappointment for you.' she said as she snuggled into my shoulder. I laughed softly. 'No way...oh no. I shall never forget this.' I pulled her closer. 'I just hope I wasn't a disappointment for you.' 'You could never be that' she muttered as she snuggled tighter into my shoulder, and pretty soon she started snoring softly. -0-0-0-0-0- I held her as she slept and when she woke a little later we cleaned up. We both showered – by ourselves - the bedding got stripped and washed and dried and replaced and all was well and looking normal for when Jenny returned. I did feel a little guilty for her and was especially caring towards her for the next few days, but the feeling soon passed and was replaced by the anticipation of another session with my mother. She had intimated that she didn't want it to be a 'once only' fuck and hoped we would be able to do it again from time to time. Since then we have, on several occasions and although each time was a wonderful experience none ever quite matched up to the thrill and excitement of that first time.