7 comments/ 149615 views/ 54 favorites Mum By: thorbet I don't know how it all started.....well that's not true....I do.....I was part of it. It was one morning when I was laying in bed. Jenny, my long term partner, had left for work and as I didn't have any commitments until later in the day I was having a lay-in. The tv was on and I was idly watching the news when my mother came in with two cups of tea, one for each of us. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched with me then said 'Budge up, it's a bit chilly out here.' indicating that she wanted to get into the bed with me I was bit perturbed about this as she only had on a thin nighty and I was naked under the duvet. It was my house into which Jenny had come a few years earlier and turned it into a comfortable home . My mother arrive about two years ago shortly after my father died although we both expected her to move in with Don, a man of similar age with whom she had been having a discreet affair for some years before my fathers' demise. We didn't mind, the house was big enough and she was quite a help especially with the cooking at which neither Jenny nor myself excelled. In addition Jenny worked hard at her job and sometimes long hours and being self-employed my hours were very unpredictable and erratic so mum kept an eye on the housework and laundry for us. At the time mum was 68 and I was 43, 2 years older than Jenny. During my formative years at home I had always had a good open relationship with my mother and could talk to her about practically anything. Not so with my father who had quite a reserved nature and was difficult to approach about anything he considered sensitive or awkward. It was mum who had told me about sex, what happened between men and women and how good it was, and allayed my guilt about masturbation which I practiced frequently, even going as far as to ensure I had a regular supply of tissues in my room and emptying the waste bin frequently. She did draw lines though and although I tried often to see her naked I never did and to the best of my knowledge she never saw me wanking off though she knew I did so regularly. I suspected also that Don wasn't the only man she had fucked during her marriage. Sometimes when I got home from school and she wasn't there she would come in looking a bit flushed and say she was just going to freshen up before dad got home, then I would hear the shower going for a few minutes. She would then come downstairs in fresh clothes and hastily push some clothes into the washing machine and close the door. She rarely put it on immediately and whenever the opportunity presented itself I could take the clothes out and examine her panties. Almost always they were stained and wet with the very recogniseable aroma of semen. How I loved the smell and taste on them, a fetish that has lasted to this day. At 68 there was nothing remarkable about mum, she was a typical granny type woman who dressed conservatively and gave little away about her sexual nature, but she was alluring and was sometimes the object of my masturbation fantasies. I knew what her body was like from the photographs Don had taken and showed me in exchange for me showing him Jenny's. He lusted after Jen and having seen my mother's body, I wanted her but never thought it would become a reality. She was quite chubby I suppose you would call it with largish breasts which sagged nicely towards her belly, but it was her cunt that turned me on most, fleshy and wet with a good growth of hair round it stretching almost from her navel to her little brown hole at the back. It was a mature cunt, the sort you knew would smell and taste ripe and delicious, the sort you want to bury your face in to feel the hair spread her moisture all over it, a cunt that had been often and well used by many penises throughout her life. So here she was scantily dressed wanting to get into bed with her naked son who harboured very dirty thoughts about her. Jenny and I had fucked the night before and had fallen asleep naked as was usually the case, and I could still detect a coolish damp patch on her now vacant side of the bed. Before I could say anything mum had pulled the duvet back and seen my nudity and smiled before getting in beside me. She shuffled across towards me saying it was warmer on my side adding afterwards that it was a bit drier too! To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement but she just gave me a smile and turned her attention to the television seemingly ignoring the fact that her nighty had ridden up some as she got into bed and I now had a lot of her naked body pressed against mine. Although she wasn't showing the slightest embarrassment herself, the proximity of her warm flesh soon started to have an effect on me and despite all my efforts to control it I started to get an erection. The way we were laying together it was very obvious she could feel it but she never moved or acknowledged it as it began pressing into her leg. I went to move away but she just looked at me and smiled and moved against me again but this time it was resting on top of her thigh not pressing against it. I lay as still as I could but was tensed up because of the situation and then I felt something happening that made me inwardly cringe. I knew I was going to cum. The warmth and closeness of her body, her smell and the sheer eroticness of it all was having an effect on me and I knew my orgasm was inevitable. I closed my eyes and hoped she wouldn't notice it but I have always been a heavy cummer and knew she would. As I started she turned her face to me and quickly put her arm under my head and pulled me to her. 'Oh god mum I'm so sorry!' I gasped between spurts trying to pull away. 'Shhhhh.' is all she said pulling me close. I tried to get up but she held me tight and told me to rest for a minute. 'You should never get up so soon afterwards.' she said softly, 'Just relax.' 'But mum.....' 'Shhhhh. I know. Just relax for a while.' 'I'm so sorry....I didn't mean for that to happen.' She just smiled and turned back to the television still holding me close. It was a few minutes before she disengaged herself and lifted the duvet. My sperm was all over her thigh and some had soaked into her nighty and some was smeared on the duvet. 'I think I'd better get cleaned up don't you?' she said as she gingerly got out of bed. 'Oh mum I am so sorry.' I was mortified. 'Don't be.' she said leaning over to touch my cheek, 'these things happen sometimes.' She turned and walked to the door. 'But....' 'We'll talk later.' As she turned to walk out I noticed a darker wet patch on the back of her nighty just where her bum had been that was nowhere near my spunk. My mother had got turned on! -o-o- About half an hour later having showered and dressed I went down to the kitchen hoping that mum wasn't there but she was. 'I've made us another cup of tea,' she said pointing at the table, 'the other one seemed to go cold.' she said with a smile. 'Look mum I'm.........' 'Let's sit down and drink it before this one goes the same way.' As we did she reached across the table and put her hand on mine. 'Look, I don't want you to feel embarrassed in any way,' she said quietly, 'it happened but a quick wash and who's to know it ever did.' 'I can't believe you're taking it so calmly.' She laughed gently. 'What do you expect me to do, rant and rave at you? I've always known you had a good sex drive, remember when you lived at home?' I nodded. We sat in silence for a minute drinking the tea. 'I heard you both last night you know.' It was a simple statement but one that caused me to bury my face in my hands. 'Oh mum.' 'Oh no, don't get me wrong. I love hearing you two having sex.' Her voice dropped a little. 'It turns me on and I get to share in it as well.' I was crimson faced. 'What do you mean?' 'My little plastic friend in the bedside drawer?' 'You mean.....?' She nodded 'You mean you're using a vibrator while I'm fucking Jenny?' 'Oh yes.' she said very softly, 'it's too difficult not to, knowing what you are doing.' I was speechless. Jenny and I had been unwittingly providing my mother with stimulation and we hadn't realized it. We always kept our bedroom door closed and tried to keep quiet knowing she was there but obviously not quiet enough. I groaned softly with embarrassment. 'How long?' I asked 'Since just after I moved in.' she said candidly her cheeks reddening a little. So for just about two years mum had been getting off on the sound of our love-making. I was beginning to find it hard to take it all in. 'Oh mum.' was all I could say. We sat in silence for a while then I asked 'What about Don? Why did you come here instead of living with him?' I went on hastily, 'Don't get me wrong we love having you here it's just that we wondered....' I tailed off lamely. 'Don's ok,' she smiled, 'in fact he's more than that ok, he's a bloody good fuck!' I was astonished at her language. 'He makes me cum so much he wears me out!' she laughed out loud 'Mother!' 'Oh don't be so prudish John, we're both adults.' she admonished, 'and don't forget I can hear you and Jenny through that thin wall! You've got nothing to tell me off about!' Now it was my turn to blush even more than I was. Certainly we never held back when we were fucking and both used language as crude as any dockhand or prostitute. 'I've love it when you're pretending to be other people,' she grinned, 'you're both pretty good at it!' 'Mother! Please!' 'If your father could have been like that I would never have gone elsewhere.' she sighed wistfully. The conversation was completely surreal. He was I discussing with my mother the sort of things that would never crop up in a conversation between a mother and son but she was so open and matter of fact about it. I didn't know what was more embarrassing, the events in bed or sitting here talking to her now, but I knew it wouldn't be left there. 'So why not Don?' 'Well.....apart from him wanting sex anywhere and at any time he just wasn't the man for a fulltime relationship. He's very kind and wants me with him but I wouldn't feel comfortable being there too long. A couple of days at a time are enough.' 'And,' she went on, 'you've made me feel so comfortable and welcome here......and I can have my sex at my own pace not his.' She suddenly changed tack. 'Didn't you know about my toy?' she asked, 'Jenny did.' She looked at me coyly. 'She's borrowed it a few times. Perhaps she forgot to mention it.' She was looking at me over her cup. Just when I thought nothing else could surprise me she dropped this on me, my partner, my sexually active and inventive partner, had been masturbating with my mothers' vibrator. 'Oh fuck!' I groaned. 'Perhaps it's best she isn't aware you know. It might cause problems because she asked me to keep it a secret.' 'Why?' 'I think she is a little bit embarrassed by it, for her it is something private, just for her own pleasure.' 'I thought we were fine, aren't I enough for her?' She smiled. 'I would have thought so judging from what I hear on a regular basis! But everyone has secrets even from those they love.' She looked pointedly at me when she said that. 'What?' I said raising my eyebrows. 'You know very well what I mean.' she said knowingly. I had a pretty good idea what she was talking about but didn't dare mention it in case I was wrong. 'Do I have to spell it out for you? The wash-basket? My panties?' I closed my eyes cringing inwardly. She laughed softly. 'It's a good thing I do the washing in this house!' then her voice got a little more serious. 'But do be careful. When you've finished with them bury them under some other clothes not leave them on the top. I'm surprised Jenny hasn't seen them.' Although I was sure she wouldn't flip it was better perhaps that Jen didn't know, nor that I enjoyed sniffing and licking hers as well. She paused. 'Perhaps better still put them back in my room afterwards if they're very wet.....but not on the bed.' 'Oh god mum, please!' 'What is it you like about them so much?' 'Mum!' 'Is it because they have been against my cunt all day; is it the smell and the stains from there? I know you've always liked them ever since you were growing up.' 'Oh mum please!' She giggled as she went on. 'When I used to check the washing before I put the machine on there always seemed to be a lot more cum in them than had come out of me!. Suddenly it was if she could see how embarrassed I and reached across to put her hand on the back of mine. 'I don't mind John, I really don't, in fact I used to feel quite flattered that you thought I was that attractive. I suppose I still do really.......but,' she stood up took the cups as she continued, 'perhaps next time I bring you a cup of tea up you won't waste it all over my leg!' On her way round she bent over and kissed the top of my head and as she walked to the sink I stared at her back with my mouth hanging open. Was she offering me what I thought she was? Mum and Aunty Pauline Between leaving school and starting at Leeds university I had five months with no studies at all. I was still living with my mum at that time, dad had left us years ago and so it was just her and me living in a mid-terraced house in a modest street. My aunty Pauline lived in the house next door, and as I was growing up I was able to split my time between the two houses. This worked well as my mum was a nurse and worked a night shift from Sunday to Thursday nights so I often stayed over at aunty Pauline's house. Mum was 56 years old at that time, but despite going to work in uniform, always managed to look glamorous. She was quite a big lady, full breasts, large bottom and big thighs, but always took care over her make-up and wore high heels, only changing into flat shoes upon arrival at work. As I grew up, nudity was a normal part of life sharing a house with mum. She would walk naked from her room, and would often use the bathroom with the door left open. This had always been the case and seemed perfectly natural, but as I'd got older it aroused me greatly, although I never let on because I didn't want this to come to an end. Every day before work, my mum's routine was to dress in her underwear and shoes then come downstairs to iron her uniform in the sitting room. I always made sure I was watching the television at that time so I could see her standing behind the ironing board in her black stockings, high heels, nylon slip and bra and pants, before pulling the uniform on over her head. After mum had left for work, I often masturbated while thinking of the image of her standing in front of me in her underwear with her big boobs and fat thighs wobbling as she ironed her clothes. In my imagination, I usually came off over her stockings, pants, bra, or over her bum hole or vagina. Latterly I had taken to removing a pair of her knickers from the laundry basket to smell and lick while masturbating myself to the image of my mum's naked body. I would often wank my hard prick, and at the end, put the panties under my cock and cum off into the gusset, spraying my filthy blobs onto the soiled cotton material. Sometimes there would be a pair of stockings which I used to wrap around my cock to heighten the rubbing sensation, but the best of all was when mum's panties were all rolled up together with a pair of worn tights. This allowed me to smell the even headier aroma of mum's cunt as it had spent all day (or all night if at work) sweating away in the confines of the nylon gusset. Mum's tights were always fantastic to cum into. They were invariably a light tan or flesh colour, very sheer and felt fantastic against my cock as I wanked my sperm out onto the nylon gusset. Sometimes I wrapped some of the nylon around my left middle finger and touched my bum hole as I shot my mucky filth into the panties, always thinking about mum while finishing off my cumload. Sometimes, if aunty Pauline was out while I was round there, I would look through her laundry basket and do the same there. She was definitely a tights woman, not stockings, and wore very large old-fashioned knickers which were great for spunking off into. Aunty Pauline was 60 years old that year, and was taller than mum, as tall as me in fact, and although not fat, was quite heavily built. She had heavy thighs and generous breasts, wide hips, but an attractively curvy waist. Her and mum had a substantial effect on my sexual preference for larger ladies, thanks to my formative years having been dominated by their presence. One Saturday, mum was sleeping after her night shift and I crept into the bathroom quietly so as not to wake her, and removed the black stockings and white panties she had worn at work the night before. I took them into my room, closed the door and undressed. I started as always by smelling the inner gusset of the panties to savour the acidic aroma of mum's cunt on the material. I then flicked the end of my tongue all over the smelliest area to get the taste of her vaginal juices, and masturbated myself using her stockings wrapped around my stiff prick. As I felt my cum starting to take hold, I quickened my wanks, and used dirty words to myself to heighten the sexual pleasure of the cumshot. 'Fucking filthy cunt, I'm spunking off in you, you dirty fat old slag. Cumming now, here it comes, open your fat legs you filthy fat old cunt...' and so on until the blobs of sperm shot out of the end of my penis into the cotton material, jet after jet squirting off into mum's big panties. As the final blobs of sperm oozed out into the knickers, my bedroom door suddenly opened and in came mum!!! She looked at me and retreated immediately shouting 'sorry love, sorry,' in her unbearable embarrassment. I panicked, shoved the underwear under my pillow, put on my clothes and ran out of the house and around next door to aunty Pauline's. I was shaking and my eyes were red as I tried to hold back tears. Aunty Pauline was shocked to see my state, and sat with me, holding me tightly asking what was wrong. At first I couldn't speak, but eventually told her mum had caught me being rude in my bedroom! Aunty Pauline just held me making soothing gestures and noises and telling me it would be alright. Eventually, she got up and told me I could stay there that night and I needn't go back home to face mum until tomorrow. Aunty Pauline left me in the lounge and went round to see mum to make sure she was OK. After some time she came back to report that mum was embarrassed, but otherwise OK, and certainly not cross or upset. She admitted mum was a little surprised to see me with her stockings and panties, but understood that I was only human and that 'men sometimes like these things...' as she put it. She sat back down and held me tightly providing more reassurance that it would be OK. 'It's alright, really,' she said, 'everybody does it you know, even your mum. In fact from what she's told me in the past, especially your mum!' I was wide-eyed at aunty Pauline's frankness, as I'd never really thought about mum having any kind of sexual urges. She paused, then said 'Even I do it sometimes, so it can't be all that bad!!' I didn't know which was worse, my mum catching me masturbating, or learning that she and aunty Pauline did the same thing! We held on to each other for some time without saying anything, then she kissed me on the forehead and got up to make some tea. Next day, I went round to face mum. She was quite OK with me, all things considered, and gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek and told me it was all going to be OK. We sat at the kitchen table drinking tea and talked openly and frankly about sex, me telling her how I liked to use her underwear for masturbation, and her telling me that as she'd not had a man for some years, she liked to masturbate too, usually in bed, occasionally in the bath and even sometimes in the toilet at work! She told me there was a junior houseman who worked on the ward some nights, who flirted with mum mercilessly, to the extent that she sometimes got really randy and had to fiddle herself off in the ladies' loo. I asked why she'd not asked him out, and she told me he was only about 24 years old, far too young for an 'old lady' as she put it. We discussed her age and about sex with people much older or much younger than one's self, by the end of which I for one was hugely turned on, and I cold see that mum was shifting around on her chair and getting flushed. The signs, I suspected, that she was highly aroused too. About three weeks later, all things in the house had returned to normal except that mum was more guarded about her own nudity, and didn't come down to iron her uniform whilst wearing only underwear. I'd given up my visits to her laundry basket out of shame, but I really don't think mum would have minded if I'd carried on. It was a Saturday night, and aunty Pauline had invited me round to watch a video at her house, and to stay overnight to prevent my waking mum by returning home late. I accepted, and we sat in and watched the video of Peter's Friends, which has since become one of my favourite 1980s films. When it had finished, aunty Pauline went upstairs to the loo and I volunteered to make some coffee. I put the kettle on, but looking in the fridge found there was insufficient milk for two cups, so I decided that I'd be very quiet and nip back home to get milk from mum's fridge. As I suspected, the door was locked as mum would be in bed by this time, so I quietly let myself in with my key. Through the lounge curtains, I'd noticed a glow where mum had left a light on, so once in, I headed for the lounge door to turn it off. As I got to the door, I could hear mum in the lounge, moaning slowly and in a low, subdued voice. I hesitated at the door, not sure whether to go any further -- in my naivety I thought she may have fallen asleep and was dreaming, or may have hurt herself. The alternative was that she was having a moment to herself, relieving herself sexually with her fingers as she'd admitted to me when we discussed it! Unthinkable!! Although I hesitated, I couldn't stop myself opening the door, and I silently pushed it just a touch and peered round. I was spectacularly wrong on all counts! Mum was lying on the sofa, clothed only in stockings, suspenders and strappy high-heeled shoes, and on the floor were her bra, knickers and her nurses uniform (despite it not being a work night)! On top of her was a man who I couldn't properly see, but mum's legs were wide open with her high heels pointing at the ceiling and the man was pounding away at her cunt with his cock, leaving me a view of his arse going up and down in time to her moans! They'd not seen or heard me, and I withdrew from the room, open mouthed and in slight shock. I still had the image of mum's big bum wobbling with every cock thrust, her stockings biting into her big, white, spread-open thighs, her tits jiggling up and down in time with the fucking, and her round belly flattened out under the weight of the man on top of her. I waited silently in the kitchen behind the door, and listened as they increased the speed of their fuck thrusts and mum's moans getting louder and more urgent. Eventually, I heard the man shout 'fuck, fuck!' as he finished himself off, presumably inside mum's hole. Mum's moans turned to sighs of pleasure and satisfaction, and I silently left the kitchen to return to aunty Pauline's house leaving mum and her lover to themselves. I went into aunty Pauline's kitchen feeling a mixture of anger and arousal. It was mum! My mum! Fucking! This wasn't right, she shouldn't be doing this especially not with me there! I felt protective towards mum, angry at the man fucking her and a sense of betrayal at mum for allowing him to do it -- all complete madness, I know. As I went into the lounge, aunty Pauline came downstairs and saw my state. She asked what on earth was wrong, and I managed to blurt out that I'd been next door for milk and found mum on the sofa fucking with a man! Aunty Pauline put her hand to her mouth in shock, then simply looked at me and laughed! 'You fool,' she said 'Why do you think I invited you round here tonight to stay over? It was so your mum could have some peace and quiet with her friend from work! Well, at least we don't have to ask how their evening ended!! Crikey, what a family you are, she catches you at it, you catch her at it, what on earth next?' Her question hung in the air as she came over to me and hugged me tightly to reassure me all over again that it was all alright. We sat down on one of the two large sofas, the thought of the coffee long since gone, and hugged each other as we talked. Aunty Pauline told me that I shouldn't be angry with mum, she was only human and had all the same needs as everyone else. Since dad left she'd worked hard for years and years, and now she just deserved a little pleasure for herself. I asked aunty Pauline if she knew the identity of the man mum had been fucking, and all she would tell me is that his name was Ian and he was much younger than my mum. I guessed it was the junior houseman from the hospital, and it turned out later that I was right. As aunty Pauline and I sat on the sofa in a gentle embrace, my mind wandered back to the sight of mum on her back with her stocking-clad legs wide open, fucking this man's cock deeply up her cunt hole. As I thought about it, I became involuntarily aroused and became aware that I was moving my pelvis back and forth against aunty Pauline's hip. She simply sat there with her eyes closed, arms around me, and seemed unaware of my movements. As soon as I realised what I was doing, I stopped immediately, but as I did so, aunty Pauline stood up from the sofa and went over to turn off the lights before coming back to sit down. 'There, that's better,' she said, then 'Now, where were we?' We embraced again, and this time aunty Pauline placed a leg over my lap, pressed her thigh into my groin, and pushed her head down onto my shoulder. I could feel the softness of her large thigh through her pleated skirt as she moved her leg up and down over my cock, but this time we were in darkness and I was unable to see whether she had her eyes open or closed. The movement of her thigh over my stiff penis felt fantastic, and she was clearly able to feel my erect cock on her big thigh. She nuzzled into my shoulder and up my neck and I instinctively responded by lowering my head to meet her in a passionate kiss. As we opened our mouths and pressed our tongues together, her movements against my groin became firmer, and I could feel her skirt sliding up over her thighs to her hips. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh so that I could feel the smooth silky nylon of her tights covering her beautiful big legs and bum. I caressed her through her tights as she massaged my cock through my trousers with her soft inner thigh, and our rhythmic movements against one another became increasingly urgent. My hand slid around her front and pressed down into the space between my cock and the front of her tights and knickers, and I rubbed her smooth cunt area through the nylon. We continued to kiss and she sighed gently with the pleasure of the motion between our genitals and my hand. Her skirt got pushed up over her hips and around her waist, and my hand was able to slide into the waistband of her beautiful nylon tights and down as far as the top of her panties, just below which I could feel the soft wispy curls of her cunt hair. Still nothing had been said between us, and aunty Pauline suddenly pulled away from me again and stood up. I could see nothing but heard the sound of her skirt being unbuttoned and cast aside and the unmistakable sound of nylon tights being drawn downward over her sexy bum and big thighs. She bent forward and her hands went to my trouser belt and buttons, and in seconds my lower half was naked letting my stiff cock stand out from my groin. I felt aunty Pauline push me down on the sofa, then place one leg over me so that she sat astride my middle. My hand went down to her big sexy cunt and for the first time I felt the wetness of her inner cunt lips and the soft flesh around her vagina. She took my prick in her hand and with one foot still on the floor, lowered herself down on me so that my cock penetrated her cunt lips and slid gently up her wet fuck hole. It went all the way up inside her in one movement, so wet and aroused had she become during our kissing. She moved up and down on my cock, rubbing the front of her mound against my pubic hair, and I could feel my hips being squeezed between her large thighs. I knew I wouldn't last long, and within only a few seconds I could feel my cock start to twitch as my cum started to spray out of the end, deep into aunty Pauline's cunt, jet after jet of my filthy sperm blobbing off into her big wet fuck hole. As I shot off, I pushed my hands up inside her jumper and rubbed her big tits through her bra, and she responded by cooing and sighing with the feeling of me doing my cumshot inside her. We kissed and held one another, but didn't speak for some minutes. Eventually, she climbed off me, took my hand and led me to her bedroom where she first undressed herself, then me and took me into her bed. As we kissed again, we pressed our bodies together and I could feel her spermy cunt sliding over my prick and balls under the duvet. Aunty Pauline lay on her back, legs apart, and pulled me on top of her so that the underside of my penis was rubbing up and down her spunky wet slot. In moments, I was sufficiently stiff to allow my prick to glide gently inside her hole for a second time, but now I was on top and as I kissed her and fingered her nipples I fucked my stiff cock in and out of her dirty cunt hole in long, firm strokes. I could feel my own sperm from our first fuck around the shaft of my prick, as it oozed out of her vagina with my thrusts and ran down her bum crack onto the bed. It felt as though I'd filled her randy old cunt with gallons of it, all now lubricating our second fuck. Aunty Pauline moved her hips against mine, closed her eyes tightly, and began to breath in short gasps. She wrapped her legs around my back and let out an elongated cry of 'hnnnnnggg' as she shot off her first cum on my dirty stiff cock. She bucked and writhed under me, her climax lasting several seconds, all the while making guttural noises and gasps. As her cumshot subsided, she opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. 'Your turn now, you naughty boy,' she said, then 'Fill me up again, do your stuff inside me.' That encouragement was all I needed, and with one hand roughly pulling and fingering her nipples, I quickened my fuck thrusts and let go with another load of sperm right up inside her fat old cunt hole. I couldn't help myself, and whispered 'fucking cunt!' as my stinky white dollops shot out into her vagina. After our fuck, we slept in one another's arms and woke the next morning to more kissing and caressing. Aunty Pauline fucked me again that morning, and I eventually got up, showered, and kissed her goodbye before retuning to mum. There was no sign of Ian in the house, and mum was happy and smiling more than I'd ever seen before. Her fucking last night obviously suited her, and I must say, so did mine. Later that morning, mum went round to see aunty Pauline, presumably to report on her evening, and to say thanks for getting me out of the way. I had a sense of dread about what would be said of the night before, I wasn't sure how much aunty Pauline would tell mum about what I saw and what we did. Mum was gone for more than 2 hours and when she got back my questions were answered. Aunty Pauline had told mum everything, and although mum was embarrassed that I'd seen her and Ian fucking on the sofa, she was surprisingly understanding about my having slept with aunty Pauline. She said it was lovely that after all these years, she and aunty Pauline had at last found two young gentlemen to give them some pleasure for a change, and that I was getting my own pleasure in the time I had left before going to Leeds. Mum told me about Ian, he was only 24 years old but neither of them were bothered by the age gap to her own 56 years. Ian liked the thought of the 'older woman' and had a fixation about larger ladies in nurses' uniforms, hence last night's choice of clothing. Mum and I compared the age difference between her and Ian with that between aunty Pauline and me, agreeing that in both cases it only served to make the experience more interesting for all parties. Aunty Pauline had apparently told mum that she couldn't wait for me to go back round later on for more 'sexy time' together. That afternoon, mum slept before getting up for her shift at work, and I visited aunty Pauline and we repeated our sexual congress in her bed. Over the next few weeks, aunty Pauline and I embarked on the most beautiful series of sexual experiences as we discovered each others preferences and she taught me things of which I could barely have dreamt. She always wore skirts which finished just above the knee, sometimes a silky white underskirt, but always with tights and panties below. I loved to feel her large thighs through her light-brown nylon tights, concentrating on the soft flesh of the inner thigh as she spread her legs to give me better access. She instinctively knew I had a thing about nylon-clad legs, and would sometimes strip me naked before undressing down to her tights and panties so she could masturbate me as I stroked her bum and cunt area through the nylon. Often, this would result in me dumping my filthy white sperm load on the front of her tights, all over the area between her fat thighs and on the cunt of her nylons and panties. After this, she would rub the smelly blobs of cum into the nylon, pressing it hard into her vagina and clitoris through the material. This intensified her sexual arousal so that when she peeled the tights and panties down over her generous thighs and calves, she could fetch herself off to a very quick cum just by fiddling her nipples with one hand and pressing a finger between her fleshy cunt slot and diddling away at her clitty with the other. Mum and Aunty Pauline After we'd both come like this, we would embrace, sometimes sleep, and recover ready for a sexy fuck. One evening, during this recovery period, I got out of bed to use the loo and picked up my pants to slip on to walk to the bathroom. In the half-light, I mistakenly picked up aunty Pauline's black cotton knickers discarded on the floor in her haste to get into bed. I jokingly held them up in front of my groin, and she laughed as I walked towards the door. Aunty Pauline sat up in bed, and asked me to come over to her, then said 'go on darling, slip them on for me!' Her voice was serious, and so I obliged, detecting that there was something about this which she found arousing. I was absolutely right, and as soon as I'd pulled her ample panties up over my floppy cock, she grabbed me, pulled me onto the bed and stroked my bum and cock through the cotton material. 'I've always wanted to do this,' she said, and rubbed me frantically through the large pair of ladies' cotton panties. My cock was stiff for her in no time, and she pulled me down on top of her and without ceremony or foreplay, stuck my cock deeply into her wet cunt hole and ground her hips against me, all the time feeling my bum through her panties. As her cumshot approached, she urged me on, saying, 'that's it darling, just there, right just there, fuck it in me now, that's it, do it to aunty Pauline you fucking little cunt, do it in me, squirt off in me now, that's it, just there, now, now, fuck me in your girl's pants you dirty little fucker!' She came off with such intensity that she was shouting at the top of her voice for me to come up her, and I couldn't help but oblige as the combination of wearing ladies' knickers, aunty Pauline's soft wet cunt around my prick and her use of foul language and sexual swear words proved to much to bear. I spunked it all off inside her fuck slot, and did so much that it ran out and down between her bum cheeks while I was still inside her. When she'd finished off her cum, she was out of breath but smiling broadly, and said 'gosh, that was so rude darling, I've never cum that hard before, I think we'll need to do it that way again sometime! I hope you don't mind wearing my undies!' One of my favourite times was when aunty Pauline let me watch her sitting on the loo, peeing into the bowl, her yellow stream pissing and splashing about into the toilet while she sat with her big legs wide apart to give me a good look. I put my hand down between her large thighs and let the piss splash over my hand and through my fingers, and when she had finished the last few drops, I brought my hand up to smell the aroma of her heavenly urine on my skin. I licked the drops off my fingers, and stopped her as she tried to wipe herself between her legs with tissue. 'Come with me,' I said, and led her, dripping, to the bedroom where I lay her down, opened her legs wide apart and sucked all the piss off her fleshy cunt and inner piss lips. I continued my licking and focused on her clitoris, still tasting the acidic joy of her recent piss. As I licked, she came to an intense climax, bucking her hips up and down against my mouth and tightly squeezing her nipples between her fingers. As she spunked off to her cum, she squirted out a last little bit of pee directly into my mouth which I loved, and which I happily swallowed down for her. I met mum's boyfriend Ian several times, and occasionally we even went out for drinks and dinner as a foursome. On our return, we would go to the respective houses, Ian with mum and me with aunty Pauline. On one occasion, we had been out for dinner and returned after having had several drinks when mum said Ian had got an adult video with him, and invited us to watch it with them. We decided to go to aunty Pauline's house as she had two sofas in the lounge which would be more comfortable for four of us. Aunty Pauline put the tape in the machine, and turned down the lights as mum and Ian settled on one sofa with us on the other. The action on film was great! I'd not really seen too many adult films, and this one was really very horny. It was about a man and his wife having foreplay and fucking while the cleaning maid went about her duties around them, eventually becoming involved in the action. As we watched, my cock was straining at the front of my trousers, and aunty Pauline was shifting uncomfortably on the sofa, letting out little sighs of arousal at the very rude parts. Mum and Ian were alternately kissing and looking over at the screen, while hugging and gently caressing each other. Aunty Pauline's hand eventually found its way to my trousers and surreptitiously rubbed my cock through the material, and I gently brushed my fingers over her erect nipples as we watched. In a few moments, our caressing had become more urgent, and although we were conscious we were not alone, we were kissing passionately and my hand had wandered up aunty Pauline's skirt to rub her cunt area very hard through her tights and pants. She held her legs wide apart for me as I did so to allow me better access, and fumbled to undo my trousers to get at my prick. I risked a glance over to mum and Ian and saw they were doing exactly the same as us, but they were intently watching the sucking and fucking on the screen at the same time. Mum's skirt was up over her hips and her legs were wide apart revealing her overweight thighs and tan coloured stocking tops. Ian's hand was down inside mum's panties and I could see him wanking his finger side to side on her clitty as they both looked at the rude and dirty things being done on the screen. Mum then stood up, turned her back to me, removed her skirt and slipped her knickers down her legs and off over her stiletto-heeled strappy shoes. As she did this, she bent forward giving me a perfect view of her hairy cunt lips and bum hole from behind, only a few inches away from my face! My cock sprang up even more and twitched in aunty Pauline's hand as she slowly wanked me up and down. Aunty Pauline put her face close to mine and whispered 'dirty little boy!' Mum dropped her bra to let her giant saggy tits hang down to her large round belly, then sat back on the sofa opening her legs for Ian's attention. Ian knelt down on the floor between her legs and put his face right up between mum's fat thighs and started to lick and finger her cunt slot and clitty. Mum's hands went to her tits, where her fingers rubbed and tweaked her big, horny nipples. As mum watched the dirty video, Ian's licking and her fingering brought her ever close to her cumshot, and as aunty Pauline and I watched, she put her fingers to her mouth and licked some saliva onto her thumbs and fingers before returning the attention to her big nipples. We heard her say to Ian 'do my bum hole for me' and Ian responded by wetting a finger with his own saliva and gently nudging the end of it against mum's dirty little brown opening below her cunt. With a finger in the entrance to her bum hole, her clit being tongue-wanked, and with the lubrication of her own spit on her nipples, the dirty fuck action on the screen sent mum over the edge into her cumshot, and with her stocking-clad legs held high in the air she moaned the arrival of a very noisy climax. Her hips bucked up and down against Ian's mouth, and she made loud guttural noises as she spunked her cum in Ian's mouth. When mum had finished cumming off, she stood up, undressed Ian and without looking at aunty Pauline or me, pushed him down on the sofa, knelt down where Ian had been, and took his large cock into her mouth. At first she took as much in as she could, then pulled his foreskin all the way back and put the very end tip of his prick against her ruby-red lipstick-covered lips, and wanked his shaft with her hand. She gently opened her mouth just enough to let Ian's bell end between her lips just a touch, but concentrated most of her action on wanking him off up and down his stiff cock. Ian watched mum, then the video in turn, and soon he was stiffening his legs and holding mum's head between his hands as he shot off his load of dirty sperm against mum's lips and into her mouth. Some of it ran down mum's chin and dripped onto the sofa and the carpet, but most of it was greedily swallowed down by my filthy cock-sucking, dirty fat old bitch of a mother. She wiped the residual sperm off her mouth with her hand and licked it clean before returning to the sofa where she and Ian shared a big spermy kiss with open mouths. During this performance, I couldn't take my eyes off mum as she had her big wet cunt licked out to a fantastic cum, and then as she milked Ian's young cock into her old mouth, taking all his filthy seed between her red lips and swallowing it down. Bizarrely, I was desperately jealous as they shared their sperm-kiss, licking and slopping the spunky cum between their lips and tongues. As I watched my mother and her young lover commit this final filthy act, my cock started to twitch uncontrollably in aunty Pauline's hand, and as I fingered her fleshy, wet old cunt with my hand inside her tights and panties, I shot my cumload all over my fuck-partner's skirt, tights and knickers, the spermy mess covering the nylon of her fat thighs and cunt area. By now, only aunty Pauline was left without a climax of her own, so following Ian's example, I removed all of her clothes, sat her down to view the dirty fucking on the screen and licked her cunt from her bum hole up to her clitty, reached up with one hand to finger her nipples and used the fingers of the other to fiddle with her little brown bum hole. She soon came off, spunking her orgasm onto my tongue and lips as I pressed down hard into her clitty and pinched her right nipple hard between thumb and fore finger. The bitter-sweet pleasure of her cumshot and the nipple pain caused her to screw her eyes tightly closed and shout 'cunt!' at the moment of the first throb of her spunky cum. After some time, mum and Ian went back to Mum's house and I went to bed with aunty Pauline. The next day I was up early and returned to mum's house to find mum still in bed and Ian already gone. I took mum a cup of tea and she sat up in bed drinking it, her bare breasts fully on display, as I sat on the bed talking to her about the previous night. She had enjoyed watching aunty Pauline and me wanking, licking and cumming off, and was so highly aroused by it that she and Ian had discussed the details during their fuck when they'd got to bed, each using filthy language to describe what they'd seen. We just talked, mum drank her tea, I looked at her ample, saggy tits and nipples, and we were generally very relaxed in each other's company. As I stood up to leave, I instinctively reached out and gently brushed one of mum's nipples with my fingers. She smiled, pushed her breasts out to meet my touch and I smiled in return and quietly left the room. Later that day, mum was due to go to bed for her Sunday sleep before her night shift, and she came into the lounge where I was watching television. She had a VCR tape in her hand and she asked if I fancied watching the rest of Ian's film. I said OK, and she put the video in the player and wound the tape forward to where we'd seen the night before. Mum was in the armchair and I was on the sofa next to her. As the video progressed, I was uncomfortably aroused, and I adjusted my position to allow my erection more comfort in my pants. Mum was watching the screen intently, and didn't move for quite some time. Eventually, she stood up, drew the curtains then lifted her large skirt and pulled her big knickers down her bare legs and took them off. She sat back in the armchair and continued to watch, then pulled the hem of her skirt up towards her waist, lifted her legs and placed one over each arm of the chair to expose her hairy cunt slot to my view. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she wet a finger with her saliva and used it to masturbate herself off on the clitoris. Her hand wanked away side to side over her sensitive button, and her other hand went to her tits and pulled hard on her nipples through her jumper. While still watching the dirty fucking on the video, she took her left hand away from her nipples, licked the middle finger, reached down underneath the hand wanking and fiddling away on her cunt, and pressed herself hard on the bum hole. Her finger end penetrated her anus slightly and she started to shudder and buck her hips with an enormous orgasm which came in waves and waves through her body, causing her large tits and fat bum and legs to wobble as she came her spunk. I watched intently with a giant stiff cock in my pants, slowly rubbing it through my trousers and pants, while my own mother sat in the armchair next to me masturbating herself off to a porn video. When she'd finished her cumshot, she casually pulled the hem of her skirt back down over her legs, stood up and came over to me with a box of tissues in her hand. She handed me the box and said 'go on, darling, you can do it if you like.' I didn't move, but my eyes were drawn to her discarded knickers lying on the floor. Mum saw my gaze, and smiled as she lifted her panties and passed them to me saying 'Very well then, if you prefer -- that's OK with me.' She sat down, watching me, and I took out my cock while watching the video and started to wank my cock and smell the sexual aroma of her freshly dampened panties. The gusset was soaked with her cunt juices and they smelt heavenly as I wanked my prick furiously. When I came, I looked at mum who was still watching me, smiling, and I quickly positioned her panties under my cock and caught all the sperm in the wide, damp gusset area. About five or six jets of sperm squirted out over her knickers, some of it escaping and running down my cock to wet the front of my trousers. When I'd finished blobbing my spunky load into the cunt of mum's knickers, I handed them back to her and she took them from me, still smiling her gentle, loving smile. Before I left for Leeds, aunty Pauline and I agreed we needed to do something extra special to mark the occasion as it would be the last time we would fuck for some time, and possibly forever. In bed, we discussed at length the outrageous things we could do, and eventually I plucked up the courage to tell her something about which I'd fantasised many times in the last few months. When I told her my secret desire, aunty Pauline laughed and almost squealed out loud with mock outrage and excitement. I told her I wanted to watch another man fuck her and finish inside her so that I could go down there and lick her out afterwards. As we talked, we developed a plan for mum's young boyfriend Ian to be the candidate, and so we decided to approach mum to see if they were up for it. If she wanted, we agreed mum could watch. In a couple of days time, aunty Pauline invited mum round for a drink and after a couple of glasses of wine, the conversation was steered towards the big question. Mum's was unsure at first, worried that Ian would go cold on her and take up with aunty Pauline instead, but after some reassurance and undertakings, mum agreed to discus it with Ian. The following week-end, mum told aunty Pauline that Ian had agreed, and that they were so turned on when she asked him that they had to leave the ward and find a quiet space in the hospital laundry for a pants-off quickie to get their rocks off! The big day eventually arrived, and aunty Pauline looked fantastic, dressed in a grey woollen mini-dress, sheer, light-tan nylon tights and high heels to set off her long and ample legs. She wore heavily-applied make up -- blue eye shadow, lots of face powder and deep red lipstick. Her wavy light-brown hair fell beautifully to her shoulders and she looked stunning. Mum and Ian arrived and we began by sitting outside in the last of the summer sun drinking crisp, dry white wine and talking about the summer we'd all had and the adventures we'd experienced. There was an air of finality about this, I was about to go off to Leeds university, and Ian wouldn't remain a junior houseman for ever, so would soon to be heading off to a new hospital somewhere. Mum asked if we were all still OK with doing what we'd planned, and we responded positively which allowed Ian the right moment to lean towards aunty Pauline and kiss her on her beautiful ruby-red, slightly wrinkly lips. They sat in the sunlight and kissed passionately for a few moments, then Ian sat back, looked at aunty Pauline, told her she looked very beautiful, and put his hand to her breast to gently caress her through the soft, knitted woollen dress. The hem of aunty Pauline's short dress had ridden up so far we could see the darker tops of her tan-coloured tights on her ample thighs, and she took Ian's hand away from her breast and placed it down between her big thighs up underneath her dress. Her legs opened to expose her white cotton panties clearly visible through the sheer nylon tights up her mini-dress, and Ian moved his hand upwards across her big soft thighs to the cotton and nylon material stretched tightly across her cunt. Mum suggested aunty Pauline and Ian go upstairs to the bedroom to continue their acquaintance and that she and I would join them in five or ten minutes time. They stood up and aunty Pauline took Ian by the hand and led him in through the kitchen door into the house. We stayed to finish our wine, and mum asked me why I wanted this to happen and whether I was really OK with it. I replied I wanted this to happen as my ultimate fantasy as it contained many of the elements of my true desire. There was the incestuous nature of my relationship with aunty Pauline, there were not one but two older and glamorous ladies present, I was to see my lover become defiled by another man, aunty Pauline was dressed in a short dress and erotic nylons and heels, and I was, for the first time and possibly the last, about to encounter another man's fresh sperm in the vagina of my own lover. We continued to talk about the sexual things we both liked, about the time mum masturbated in front of me, and about the time I touched one of her nipples while she was in bed. After about 10 minutes, we decided to head upstairs to join aunty Pauline and Ian. Aunty Pauline had set out two chairs side-by-side at the end of her large double bed, and as we walked in we saw Ian completely naked on the bed with a very large erection pointing up towards his belly button, and aunty Pauline at the side of him, on her back, dressed only in her tights, knickers and shoes. Her long legs were bent at the knee and her thighs were as wide apart as they'd go. Ian lay on his left side with his right hand down inside aunty Pauline's tights and panties, fingering away at her fleshy cunt slot, while she caressed Ian's back with one hand and fingered her left nipple with the other. All the time they kissed passionately, their saliva visibly glistening on their lips and tongue. Ian was thrusting his pelvis back and forth to rub the sensitive underside of his cock against the nylon tights stretched across aunty Pauline's hips. Mum and I sat and watched, and I was mesmerised by the sight we saw. I was aroused and jealous at the same time, but couldn't take my gaze off the couple in front of us -- a young man about to fuck the cunt of a much older lady right in front of my eyes. Aunty Pauline broke away from their kiss and whispered she was about to cum, so Ian took his hand away from inside her panties and said 'all in good time...'. He knelt up on the bed to undo aunty Pauline's strappy high-heels, then slowly rolled her nylon tights and panties down her lovely legs and discarded them on the floor. Aunty Pauline took hold of Ian's penis, opened her legs and pulled him down on top of her. In one movement, she'd guided his cock deeply into her very wet and slippery cunt hole until it was right inside her up to his balls. She drew her knees up towards her chest and Ian adopted a kneeling position, with his knees either side of aunty Pauline's big hips and bottom. This gave him a view of his cock going into her hairy slot and her clitty being pulled down toward his penis on the in-strokes. He played with aunty Pauline's large pendulous breasts and gently stroked her nipples with the palms of his hands and his fingers as he continued to pump her dirty fat old cunt hole with his rigid prick. Mum and Aunty Pauline Eventually, Ian changed his position so that his legs were stretched straight out between aunty Pauline's and he was lying with all his weight on his arms so he could kiss her fully on her open mouth while fucking her, My own cock was as rigid as fuck in my pants, and I was desperate to take it out and give it a wank, but I knew I wouldn't last and that would ruin my sperm-licking plan for when they'd finished. I glanced next to me to look at mum and saw she had her right hand pressed hard between her legs pushing her skirt down onto her cunt area through the material. I really needed to wank myself off to a cumshot, but just had to resist the temptation. Ian went on fucking aunty Pauline for what seemed like ages, I really didn't know how he was managing to hold on for so long without shooting his filth inside her. Had it been me, I'd have lasted about 10 seconds before blowing off and dumping my sperm up there. From my chair, I had a fantastic view of aunty Pauline's big legs and her vaginal hole in between, as Ian's cock continued to pump in and out in a strong, rhythmic motion. On each out-stroke, I could see the creamy white cunt lubricant from aunty Pauline's fuck tube as it coated Ian's big shaft. Down below, I could see aunty Pauline's dirty brown bum hole opening and closing as Ian's fuck-motion forced her bum cheeks together with the rhythm. Her big thighs and rounded belly wobbled under Ian's weight and the sexual movement, and the bed was creaking noisily with every thrust. I saw aunty Pauline start to rub her legs up and down around Ian's waist, massaging him tightly with her big, soft, wobbly thighs, and heard her say 'here I come!!' Her hands went to her own tits where she pinched her nipples hard as she fucked an orgasm out underneath him, contractions of her filthy fuck-pleasure starting at her cunt and tits and rocking her all through her naked body. She had wave after wave of cum, each one accompanied by shouts of 'ARRRGH...ARRRGH...'. Once she had come down from her cum, she looked Ian in the eye and said 'now your turn, do it for me now. Cum inside me, fill me up -- you can do it, just there, right just there you dirty fucker. Come on, spunk it up me now you dirty little cunt!!' I looked at mum and whispered 'I need to cum!' She looked back at me, and down at the erection in my trousers and said 'So do I'. Mum grabbed my hand and placed it on her lap between her fat thighs and opened her legs to encourage me to touch her. I couldn't stop myself and rubbed mum's cunt through the material of her skirt at the same time rubbing my own cock through my trousers with my other hand. Mum fiddled her tits through her jumper and bra and we continued to watch aunty Pauline encouraging Ian to his spunk shot. When it came, Ian shouted out loud and went rigid as the first squirt of sperm shot out deeply into aunty Pauline's wet old cunt and flooded into her womb. Then, slow fuck thrusts, as each of his follow-on squirts erupted with his orgasm pouring more and more white, slimy sperm into her slippery old fuck hole. I thought he'd never finish dumping his cumload up there, but savoured the prospect of seeing it all and licking the old girl out afterwards. Still I rubbed mum's cunt area harder and harder through her skirt until eventually Ian stopped thrusting and subsided onto aunty Pauline, both of them gasping for breath and sharing last, passionate kisses with open mouths and tongues. As Ian rolled off and lay next to aunty Pauline, they looked at us and smiled as we hurriedly took our hands away and straightened ourselves up. Aunty Pauline lifted her legs with her knees bent and feet together on the bed, and mum and I were treated to the glorious sight of thick dollops of Ian's sperm oozing out of her open cunt hole and running down her arse between her large bum cheeks, over her little brown hole and down onto the duvet. I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes and dived down between aunty Pauline's fat thighs to get a mouth full of the delicious spermy blobs. I started by licking her down at her bum hole, and she responded by letting out an involuntary gasp and lifting her bum high off the bed to meet my tongue. The spermy slop and aunty Pauline's shit hole tasted acidic, strong, musty and salty, but I continued to lick her, applying as much pressure to her with my tongue as I could. I licked upwards to her cunt hole, and tongued her up the slot, sucking as much of Ian's dirty muck as I could get into my mouth. When I could take no more, I licked further upward still to find her large, hooded clitty where I spat out some of the milky cum and licked it into her button. After a few seconds, I moved up the bed, my mouth still full of Ian's spermy filth, and positioned myself above aunty Pauline with my cock at the entrance to her vagina. It slipped in easily, and I felt the residue of Ian's spunk-shot sloshing around the shaft of my penis and running down over my balls. I put my face close to aunty Pauline's and started to kiss the sperm from my mouth into hers, releasing a few little blobs at a time until it was all past her red lipstick into her mouth. We continued kissing, and passed the dirty load back and forth, each of us swallowing some of it down until it was all gone. I could hold on no longer and went rigid as my own cumshot exploded from my cock to mix with Ian's earlier load up aunty Pauline's dirty cunt hole. While I was still cumming up, I turned my head to look at mum who was sitting in her chair, legs wide open, skirt up, panties to one side, wanking her clitty to an orgasm of her own. I sat up, and with my softening cock still inside aunty Pauline, looked at her, smiled an exhausted smile and said 'thank you my sexy lover, that was fantastic.' After that encounter, aunty Pauline and I fucked a few more times, but soon I headed off to university, and as expected Ian moved away to another hospital. It was years before mum had any other boyfriends, and on my visits home I used to see aunty Pauline but we never resumed our affair. Mum and I never repeated, or spoke about, our touching one other, but even now it does make me cum when I think about it during masturbation sessions or while fucking my wife. Mum & Daughter Do Homework Ch. 1 Karen tipped the water from the kettle into the teapot, thinking of a way to tell her mother the news. She didn't want to be a virgin anymore, and she didn't like men. She was a lesbian. She'd always known it, but was never brave enough to approach a woman about it, but now she believed that telling her mother would be the best option. She'd understand, at least she hoped she would. Her mother must have realized that she never had a boyfriend, and hardly ever talked about men or sex. As she filled the cups with tea, she kept running over in her head the way she would start the conversation. It was now or never. Walking into the living room, she placed her mother's tea on the table in front of the couch and sat down in a chair. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Mum, can I talk to you about something?" Her mother turned her head towards her and replied "Of course you can darling, what's wrong?" Taking another deep breath she said "nothing's wrong, I don't think, it has to do with sex." "Oh I see," her mother said, "met someone nice have you? What's his name?" Karen knew the next words out of her mouth would cause a big change in her life, although exactly whether that was good or bad was the big question. "No I haven't met someone, but if I had, would you hate me if that person were a girl?" A tense silence engulfed the room. Karen could do nothing but stare at the floor, she didn't want to look her mother in the eye. Her mother was only slightly shocked, as she had found magazines with pictures of naked women in Karen's room when she was cleaning. She got up and sat on the arm of the chair, placing her arm around her daughter. "Don't be silly, I wouldn't hate you for having sexual feelings for women, not after what I got up to when I was your age!" Karen looked straight into her mother's eyes. "What do you mean?" She asked. "When I was 20, I had many lesbian experiences," she said with a smile on her face, "I had been with men, but there was something about a woman that got my juices flowing!" Karen was shocked, but also relaxed and relieved that her mother hadn't got upset and told her to get out. "The thing is, " she said, "I haven't had any sexual experiences, with men OR women. I'm still a virgin and I don't know any girls who are the same way as me." Her mother paused for a while, and then said, "Well, why don't I teach you? Would you like that?" "But you're my mother! Isn't that wrong?" Asked Karen. "Some people would say so, but some people also say that being a lesbian is wrong, but you don't think so do you?" She replied. "No I don't. I like women. I can't change that." Karen meant every word of it. Her mother smiled and leant forward and French kissed her daughter. "There," her mother said, "your first taste of another woman. Did you like it?" "That felt good. Do you think I have nice breasts?" Karen unbuttoned her top and removed her bra. Her mother began licking her lips as soon as her daughter's breasts came into view. "They are wonderful!" Proclaimed her mother, and slipped her finger inside her mouth and rubbed it around her nipples. "Ooo that's nice, mmm..." she laughed. Placing her hand on her mother's thigh, she slowly and smoothly slipped it up underneath her short skirt, her mother breathing in deeply as her daughter made contact with her pussy, "Oh you shaved your pussy!" Karen noted, "I shaved mine too! It feels very nice" "Oh let me see it." Her mother asked. Standing up, Karen removed her jeans and her mother pulled down her silk panties to her knees. She moved forward and took a big sniff of Karen's shaved pussy, "Yes, that's making me very horny indeed," she said, "tell me, how often do you masturbate?" "Every single day," she replied, "how about you?" "Same, although I use a vibrator. Do you have a vibrator?" "No, I've been too embarrassed to buy one!" Answered Karen. "Would you like to try mine?" Asked her mother, "it's upstairs in my room." "Yes that sounds nice ... mummy". Her mother had always liked to be kinky, and when her daughter said the word 'mummy' she knew she was gonna get fucked. "Then come with me and I shall teach you." she said. Taking her daughter in her hand, she guided her up the stairs. Karen was about to get her wish, she was about to have sex with a woman, and that woman was her lesbian mother... Mum & Daughter Do Homework Ch. 2 The two women walked slowly towards the bedroom, hand in hand, smiling and giggling. Truth be told, Karen was scared. In all of her 20 years she never contemplated a scenario such as this, and all she seemed to be focused on at the moment was how she would act once this 'encounter' was over. Her mother pushed open the bedroom door and guided Karen inside. "Sit on the bed, darling." She told her daughter in a soft voice. And as Karen obeyed, quickly removed all her clothes. The tension was increasing. Wearing nothing but a light blue denim shirt, Karen stared at her mother's naked body. It was beautiful, from her juicy-looking lips, her breasts which were in good shape for a woman of 44, to her smoothly-shaven pussy, and her long tanned legs. She realised that she was very lucky to be in this situation. "Look in the drawer," Said her mother, trying to hold back a large grin. Karen rolled onto her side and pulled open the drawer. "Underwear?" She asked. "Move it out of the way and feel around at the back, you'll know it when you've found it, Karen." Doing as her mother had said, she felt her fingers touch a solid object. She knew what it was, and turning her head to display a large grin, she saw her mother kneeling down beside the bed. Taking the vibrator out of the drawer she rubbed her fingers slowly around it, imagining the feeling of it buzzing inside her. She rolled back over and passed the toy to her mother, now kneeling in front of Karen's widespread legs. Karen removed her shirt and threw it on the floor by the side of the bed. Reality hit her like a ton of bricks! She was sitting naked on a bed with her mother on her knees in front of her preparing to place her vibrator into her pussy. "Now lay back, relax and let mummy make you very happy!" Her mother commanded. Karen couldn't refuse, so done what she was told. She felt her mother's tongue slowly creep up the inside of her left thigh, closing in on her pussy. She let out a low 'Mmmmm' as the vibrator was switched on and grabbed her tits, rubbing her fingers around her erect nipples. All Karen wanted now was for her mother to insert the toy into her pussy, she needed to feel it more than ever. But fate wanted to piss her off some more! She heard a sound which made her sit up and stare at her mother in total shock. "I'm home!" Shouted a voice from downstairs. It was Karen's father, Chris. "Oh shit!" Snapped Karen, "what the fuck do we do now? If he finds us like this he's gonna go fucking mental!" "Don't panic," her mother answered, "I'll keep him downstairs while you go into your room. We'll finish this later." "Is anyone here?" Shouted the voice once more. The two women scrambled to get their clothing together, Karen scooping it all up in one bundle, her mother placing on each piece as quickly as she could. They stood at the door hoping Chris was still downstairs, when Karen felt her mother tap her shoulder. "Take this," She said, passing Karen the vibrator, "I'll tell dad you are in your room because you're not feeling too well. Then I'll come and 'check on you'." She said with a wink. Kissing each other on the lips, they left the room, Karen sprinting naked over to her room, her mother walking calmly downstairs to greet her husband and lie like fuck to him! Karen shut the door and threw down her clothes, noticing the vibrator sticking out from underneath her shirt. This made her think how close she was to having it inside of her. 'No matter,' she thought to herself, 'mum's gonna be here soon'. But she couldn't wait that long, she needed that vibrator inside of her. Picking up the vibrator and switching it on, she lay on the bed with her legs parted. Holding the vibrator in her right hand, she rubbed slowly around her inner thigh, her nipples became instantly erect and she was compelled to rub them. She let out another 'Mmmmm' as the vibrator slipped into her pussy. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. The movement of the vibrator thrusting further into her pussy, back out and then further in eventually made her shout out in pleasure. Beginning to sweat, she began thrusting faster, becomming addicted to the feelings she was giving herself. Closing her eyes she began to use her imagination. She was back in the other room with her mother, this time there would be no interupption. Her mother was pounding Karen's pussy with the vibrator while at the same time fingering her own. They were both moaning with pleasure as the vibrations increased. Then the fantasy changed as she continued to intrude her own pussy with her mother's sex toy. She imagined her mother being the one who was curious, bent over the kitchen table wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings. Karen was behind her with a strap-on. Imagining her mother looking over her shoulder at her while she fucked her pussy was too much. She was getting louder with her moans of pleasure, "Ah, ahhh, ahhhh... oh yes, mummy... mmmm..." Then she was shaken back to reality by a hand touching her tits. She opened her eyes to see her mother smiling down at her. "I see you have got the hang of it," she giggled, "does it feel good?" "Oh fuck yes!" replied Karen, "it feels great. But I want you to do it to me. Please fuck me!" And with that, Karen let go of the vibrator, her mother taking charge. She bent down and kissed her daughter while ramming the vibrator deep inside her pussy. "Yes..." her mother smiled, "you like this, don't you? You like the feeling of my little toy moving in and out of your pussy...mmmm." "Oh god! That's right... yes... a little faster... mmmm..." Cried Karen. Whispering into her ear, Karen's mother said, "I'll tell you something that's gonna drive you wild." "What?, mmm... Ahhh,ahh.." stutted Karen as the thrusting became quicker. "When I was downstairs, your father thought that as you wouldn't be coming down because you are ill, me and him could have a little 'fun'." Reaching for her mother's breasts and starting to tickle her nipples, Karen asked, "What did... AHH... Mmmmm.. you do?" "We fucked on the couch!" She said, as the speed of the thrusting increased, "I sat back and spread my legs wide, taking in the full length of his cock. It was fantastic. I wanted to suck him off too, but I knew you needed me up here, my dirty little lesbian daughter!". Giving her a big wide smile, she asked, "are you glad you've got such a caring mother?" "Yes I am," panted Karen, "where is mmmm... dad now?" "He's in the shower. What would he think if he came in here and saw his little girl being pleasured by his wife?" She joked. "He'd probably...Ahhhh,ahhh... fuck you again...mmmmmm...yes, that's good... mmmm oh mummy you are so nice..." Answered Karen as she reached climax. Her mother began copying the sounds Karen was making, just to spice it up some more, and with a scream of "AAAAHHHH,AHHH ... AAAHHHHHHHH,AHHH ... OOOOhhh FUCK ME HARDER, OH GOD YES!! AAAAHHHHHHHHH....", her first ever lesbian experience, but hopefully not her last, was over. They both lay on the bed, gently caressing each other's bodies and kissing one another. Eventually, Karen decided to break the silence, "Does dad know you're a lesbian?" "Oh yes! He's the one who talked me into it in the first place!" She laughed. "But it was you who first suggested it, as I recall, I simply guided you in the right direction!" Came a voice from the other side of the door. Looking towards the door, Karen watched as her father pushed the door open and walked in, naked, with his erect cock in his hand. He'd obviously been listening to them. Karen turned towards her mother, who smiled and said, "I know you like women, dear, but why don't you try a man, just to see if you like the feel of a real cock in your pussy? After all, we can't tease your father like this can we? Look at him, look at his cock, imagine him thrusting it into your hot pussy. He just fucked me and he's hard and ready for more already!" Karen looked up at her father, who was smiling down at her, gently stroking his cock. She liked the vibrator inside of her, why not try the real thing? "Well daddy," she giggled, "as long as mummy can join in, I want her to be here with me." The parents smiled. Karen lay on the bed, with the back of her head resting in her mother's lap, and parted her legs once more as her father approached, wondering how the rest of the evening would unfold. She wasn't dissapointed... Mum & Grown Son... Mum & Grown Son Find Each Other As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I contemplated the sequence of events that had led me here. My childhood bedroom, still with my familiar boyhood posters on the wall – I never did get that Lamborghini! One failed marriage, one failed business, numerous creditors, no money. That pretty much summed up how I ended up back in mum's house after a 20 year absence. At the grand age of 38, my life had well and truly come off the rails and I was feeling fairly sorry for myself. Mum had been just great. She was supportive when my marriage hit difficulties. Being non-judgmental and offering to help in anyway she could. She even suggested a councillor that she knew who could possibly help. Looking back on it, I could see so clearly that I was mainly to blame. It was no coincidence that my business and marriage declined at roughly the same time. The more I neglected one, the more the other suffered. To the extent, that in my feeble attempts to gain both, I lost both. My wife and I had been childhood sweethearts. You know, I can't even remember asking her to marry me, it was just sort of assumed we would end up together, both families got on well, and we sort of just fell into it. It wasn't that I didn't love her, but it was a quiet, unassuming love, not the blinding passionate type that Hollywood seems to dwell on. I felt comfortable with her, she felt like my soul mate, and when she eventually had the courage (and good sense) to walk out on me, I fell apart. Mum was my saviour. I had to sell up everything I had to pay divorce proceedings and business debts, and she immediately insisted that I stay with her. I had very little options. Having my own room was a lot more attractive that dosing on some friends sofa. I stared at the ceiling again, wondering how many 38 year olds lived at home with their mum, not many I was willing to bet. I heard mum letting the water out of her bath, the bathroom door then closing, and her switching on the TV in her bedroom. Her house was very modest. Just a 3 bedroom small detached house, although one bedroom had long been converted into her sowing room. It had its own garage where my small hatchback was now parked, the Porsche having been sold some months ago. Mum's sowing room had been the centre of her activity for as long as I can remember. When I was a small boy, she had worked in a woman's fashion shop. I remember her picking me up from school and the looks of envy she would get from the other mums because of the wonderful clothes she wore, which I later learnt were heavily subsidised by staff discount. As my dad had seen fit to walk out on us whilst I was still a baby, she had to raise me single handed, which in the 60's was nowhere near as easy or fashionable as it is now. To supplement her income, she did the alterations for the shop at home, and was so good at it, that she got business from other shops to the extent that she worked at this full time from home. When I sat down at the breakfast table, mum had food on the table ready for me. Over night, I seemed to have reverted to childhood, willing for mum to look after me. As I thanked her, I glanced over the table and looked at her. Mum was now 61 years old. Her skin looked 20 years younger as for as long as I could remember, she had a religious bedtime routine with Ulay moisturiser. I often bought her gift sets of it. She was wearing a cream cardigan, with the top 3 buttons undone. This showed off her cleavage and I noticed the lace top of her bra. Very sexy, I had always had a thing for older women, even having fancied my ex wife's mother. Mum was not slim, but could definitely be described as voluptuous. I judged her to be around 38 b or c – must check her bra size next time I have access to the washing. (What the hell was I thinking, this was mum for gawd sake... Geeze I need a girlfriend). Her lips were coated in a gloss red, dark brown mascara, subtle blusher, and blue eye make up. Mum was going into town to deliver & pick up some alterations this morning and always dressed up for this. When she stood up, I then noticed her tight dark knee length, grey skirt. Finished off by some black high heels & barely black tights. As she bent over to scrape her plate clean into the bin, I could just make out the unmistakeable outline through her skirt of a suspender clip. This meant that mum was wearing stockings. Now, stockings to me had always one connotation – sex. But, this was my mum, and the thought quickly passed. She asked me what I had planned today, I replied nothing, then she asked if I would like to go into town with her just for the drive. I think she was afraid that I would just vegetate all day in bed, which was a strong possibility. My instinct was to say no, but it came out as "OK then". I quickly dressed, came down, and got into the passenger seat of her car. It was a Merc which I had treated her to a couple of years back when my business was good. I'm glad I had it put in her name, no-one could touch it. As she drove off, her right leg extended on the accelerator, and her skirt rose up just a little to show off more of her leg. She really did have great legs. We made some small talk, updating me that she made this trip 3 times a week and could have more work than she could cope with. I looked over at her and a feeling of immense pride fell over me. This woman was abandoned just after she gave birth, yet through determination and hard work, had raised me, sent me to college, and was now looking after me all over again. By the time we had reached town, her skirt had risen up to the extent that I could just make out the start of the dark band of her stockings. I was beginning to wish I could see her swing out of the car as maybe I could catch a glimpse up her skirt. It worried me the occasional improper thoughts that were crossing my mind about mum. We agreed a meet up place in an hour. After which, we did some shopping at a local mall. The next few days got a little easier as mum and I got a routine. She regularly hugged me, and we kissed with a quick peck on the cheek. We would have breakfast together, she would then go to the sowing room, and I would 'surf' on my laptop, or just watch TV. Since leaving school, this was the longest break that I had ever had. My mind still wasn't clearly focused, and although I had checked out the press for job vacancies, after working so long for myself, nothing really appealed, and if I'm honest, my motivation wasn't that high. I had reverted back quickly into the helpless boy my mum took care of all those years ago. In the mean time, I had confirmed that mum wore a 38C bra, and also had quite a selection of suspender belts and stockings. Mainly black, but a variation of colours. I particularly liked an emerald green suspender belt with black inset lace. I guess she just liked them as she didn't have any traditional tights that I could find. Despite her age, she was a good looking woman. 5 foot 3 inches tall – although she nearly always was in high heels, even in the house. Her shoulder length brown hair, was well conditioned, her smile instantly made you return one back. I was ashamed that I had thought about her last night as my masturbation fantasy. I thought of her standing at my bedside, wearing black stockings, high heels, a lace and satin basque I had seen in her wardrobe (with the labels still attached). I could see her touching her ample breasts, cupping her hands underneath them, just as I myself came. I felt guilty afterwards. I remember trying to catch a glimpse of her naked when I was a child, but all kids do this, don't they? This was different, I'm a grown man, having incestuous thoughts about his mum, this can't be good. The next night I woke up startled. Something had fallen on the bed, and I felt decidedly wet. I turned the light on and gazed at the new whole in the ceiling. One of the central heating pipes has cracked, soaking the plaster ceiling, and making it eventually collapse. It was lucky in that it had fallen on my chest, my face had missed out on some potential cuts and bruises. Mum heard the commotion and ran in – she stood there with a short green silk robe, tied tightly around her waist. She didn't panic, just asked if I was hurt. On hearing was OK, she then proceeded to pick up debris and put in a black plastic bag whilst I got a towel and dried myself off. I had managed to cut the water supply to the leaking pipe off and as it was 2am in the morning, we couldn't do anything else, so I grabbed a couple of clean dry blankets from the airing cupboard to sleep on the sofa downstairs. Mum, despite protests from me, absolutely insisted on me sleeping in her room. She had a big queen sized bed, and wouldn't hear of me sleeping downstairs. I followed her into her room, and felt a little strange. I guess if I had not had these recent sexual thoughts about her, I would have felt more comfortable. Under the glow of her bedside lamp, mum undid her robe, and it slid to the floor. She was wearing a black cotton nightie, with 2 thin straps. The glow of the light shone through the material and I could see the outline of her legs. She then slid into bed and I caught a glimpse of the top of her left breast as she lay down flat. I climbed in beside her, and lay on my side facing the edge of the bed, trying to hide my erection. Mum turned the light off, and asked if I was OK. I said yes, then she leaned over, kissed my shoulder, snuggled into me, then said 'goodnight hun'. My mind was now racing, I could feel mum breathing on my neck, the warmth of her body was radiating on to me, and after a while, I sensed she was asleep. I wanted to turn around and look at her, but was terrified of waking her. The palm of her right hand lay limply on my shoulder. I could feel the flesh of her tits pressing on my back. This was just surreal – days ago I was masturbating to the image of mum, and now, I was in bed with her, albeit on a totally innocent context. I was willing her to wake up, to make a move on me, to kiss me in an unmotherly way – but of course it didn't happen. In the morning, I made the phone calls to the insurance company to get the repairs sorted. I had managed to isolate the water leak so the urgency had decreased. Being a Friday, I arranged the repair to be done on Monday. I know I could have got it sooner if pushed, but I had an ulterior motive, I wanted to sleep in mum's bed again. That night, I lay in bed as mum finished her bath. She came out of the bathroom wearing another short nightie. This was black satin, with lace bra cups, and spaghetti straps that struggled to support the weight of her fleshy breasts. The lace was light enough to see her nipples surrounded by wide brown areoles. I'm sure mum caught me looking at her cleavage, but just smiled. We lay in bed, reading our respective books, then after a while, mum asked if I'd mind if she turned the light off. This time, she lay on her side facing the edge of the bed. I snuggled into her, kissed her on the back of her neck, and thanked her for taking such good care of me. She said not to be silly, that was what mums do. I put my arms around her, and gently stroked her arm. Mum moaned gently, and said that that felt nice. By this stage, my cock was pressing hard against the material of my boxers, with a gentle movement, it was now touching against mum's ass, as I spooned into her. I was waiting for her to move away, but she didn't. If anything, she pressed closer into me. I continued stroking her arm, 'accidentally' brushing against her breast. She continued to moan, and said that she hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. My next move was real slow, I extended my fingers so that as well as rubbing her arm, they also touched her breast. Again, I held my breath and waited for her to move away – she didn't. With each stroke, my confidence was growing. I reached out my hand so that it was not touching her arm at all, just her breast. I could feel her nipple harden and the sensation of it through the lace was just so sexy. Then, mum said, "son, I'm not sure you should be doing that". "Do you want me to stop?" I asked... There was no response. I then started to tease the lace material down so I could feel her naked breast. Mum continued to moan, with her head moving slightly from side to side. As I pinched her nipple between my fingers, she said "son, stop, this is wrong". She didn't say it forcefully, I know 'stop' means 'stop', but I couldn't. I began to kiss and lick the back of her neck. "If you really want me to stop, move my hand", I waited, she reached over, and put her hand on mine, I thought that it was over, but instead of moving it, she pressed it harder into her breast. I then turned her around to face me, I stroked her hair out of her eyes, and kissed her lightly on her lips, I did it again, moistening her lips with my tongue. The next kiss, her tongue met mine and we kissed like teenagers for ages. Her hand reached down and her fingers slid into the elastic of my boxers. They then made my way to my cock, which she guided out through the elastic. Being masturbated by your mum is a feeling that I still find difficult to put into words. Her fingers gripped me firmly, and she stroked my cock, with each stroke ending with her thumb caressing the tip, it was electrifying. I eventually took her hand and removed it, I was too close to cumming, and didn't want to, not yet. I positioned myself down between her legs and started licking her cunt. It tasted so clean, just after her bath, yet so vibrant. The texture of her pubic hair was so soft and I loved that she didn't indulge in any of this new fad for shaving it. I could feel mums thighs press against the sides of my head. She was moaning loudly, and kept saying "Oh, Christ, oh Christ", over and over again. My tongue found her fleshy clit, and I swirled around it, occasionally darting it straight around the walls of her vagina. By the way she was tensing up, and screaming, my god she was loud, I could tell that she was close to orgasm. She put her hands on the back of my head, pressed me tighter into her pussy, and shuddered strongly. My head then crept up her body, kissing her stomach & breasts as I made my way to her face. I saw light tears trickle from her eyes. I was worried I had hurt her in some way and said so. She held me tight, and said she had never experienced such a strong orgasm. She loved me as a son, and now as a lover. Even though she knew it was wrong, she didn't know what had made her do it. She hadn't had sex in over 10 years and can't believe that her own son had made her orgasm. She pledged me never to tell anyone. I immediately agreed, and told her that I loved her very much. We started to kiss again. As I lay on top of her, her hand guided my still hard cock into her soaking vagina. That first thrust felt like nothing I had felt in my life. The smoothness of entering mum's cunt, and even though it was wet, the walls grabbed my cock with a friction that I can't adequately describe. I was so turned on, that after a few strokes, I was shooting my creamy load inside mum's cunt. We made love 3 more times that night before falling asleep in each others arms. The next morning I came into the kitchen, mum was bending over the kitchen sink washing up some dishes. "Morning darling" she said. I walked up behind her, hitched her skirt up beyond her black lacy panties, and looked down at her incredible legs, encased in black stockings, held up by metal clips on the end of her suspender belt, and finished off by 3" black high heels. I undid my zip, and pressed my erection against her. Mum leaned over, with her rubber gloved hands now immersed in the water. Her legs spread instinctively to give me easier access. I pushed the gusset of her panties to one side, fingered her until she was moist, then slid my hardness into her cunt. I may have lost my marriage, and my business, but I'll always have my mum... (Feedback would be really appreciated - its the only reason I write!) Mum and Her Nakedness From as far back as I can remember my Mum never had a problem walking around the house naked, especially in the mornings or right before bed, but occasionally she would spend the day with just a pair of panties on or just a bra. She also wore a particular t-shirt that used to drive me wild with naughty thoughts. It was quite an old white t-shirt, she customised it by cutting away the neckline and cutting off the sleeves, she used to wear it to bed. To this day I have no idea why she did that but whenever she wore it her boobs would bounce around underneath the soft cloth, she cut a V neck into it which was far too low and the length of it barely covered her belly button. On the days she wore this t-shirt I remember always paying her more attention than normal! When she took her baths she never closed the door, as I got older I would always walk in and sit on the stool next to the bath and chat to her, she lay there with her large boobs sagging either side of her chest, her dark brown nipples (she was indian) always looked hard and her pussy mound was always kept short and stubbly but never bare and smooth. To this day it is how I prefer a pussy to look like. I was often asked to soap her back and would always use it as an opportunity to touch her all over, I always joked that when I had finished her back it was time to do her front, and every single time she would move her arms out of the way to allow me to do it. I think the last time I had my hands all over her naked body I must have been 26 or 27. Needless to say whenever one of these incidents would happen, which were quite often once I hit college, I would run up to my room and masturbate myself, I would always have the most intense orgasm. The feelings I got from those orgasms never lessened, in fact they grew stronger as each year went on. There were a number of standout moments throughout the years, where we took things a bit further than we normally would, I will talk about two of those times that are still so vivid in my mind. The first happened on my 19th birthday, it was a few days beforehand and my Mum asked me what I wanted as a present. She never had much money and I didn't really want anything anyway, so I thought about it and told her that I only want one thing from her. She said if she could she would get it for me. I asked her to wear her special t-shirt and nothing else, she knew which one I meant because I always commented on it. I asked if she could wake me up in the morning wearing it, that she should spend the day in just that, cook in it and do other things in it like hovering and dusting. My birthday happened to be on a Saturday that year and I knew that was house cleaning day. She smiled, told me I was naughty and said she will think about it. She never mentioned it between then and my actual birthday so I thought it probably wasn't going to happen. The morning of my 19th I heard my Mum walk past my bedroom door and go straight downstairs so I figured there was no way I was going to get my present. I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing I knew I felt an arm on my shoulder gently shaking me to wake me up. I will never forget the view that met me as I opened my eyes, the plunging neckline on my favourite t-shirt was exposing the tops of both her nipples as she bent over me and placed a kiss on my forehead, she whispered happy birthday to me then stood up. I was instantly hard! I looked up and my face was just inches from her freshly shaved stubbly vagina. I took in the view before me, her tummy had a paunch which overhung her mons just a little, then just below her belly button the t-shirt started. Her nipples were hard, and I mean really hard! I had never seen them stick out as much as they were then. And the self made neckline of the t-shirt was exposing her most of her beautiful cleavage. Apparently she went downstairs to make me a tea which was on my bedside table, I told her I didn't think she was going to do it and she asked if it was what I wanted, my answer was obvious, I reached up underneath the shirt and started to play with one of her boobs. With my free hand I lifted the duvet off me and told her to get in, she did. She got in very slowly, as she lifted her left leg to get in her pussy was exposed in all its glory (and let me tell you it was absolutely glorious!!).. I had never seen it so close up until that day, I remember every fold of it and the musky but sensual smell of a woman's most private area. Normally when she was standing you couldn't really see much of her pussy, it was quite a neat slit below the stubbly triangle but as she stepped into my bed that morning it opened like a bright pink flower for me, both lips parted and I remember seeing her juices holding on to each lip as they were pulled apart by her movements, she had a large, tender looking clitoris and was clearly turned on herself. However brief that moment was it has affected my life in such a deep way ever since, that view is fresher in my minds eye as anything that has happened since. She lay beside me facing me, she was on her right side and her left boob had completely fallen out the t-shirt (another reason it was my favourite item of clothing!). I leaned in and suckled her for what felt like hours. I was so hard and my cock was leaking all over my boxers, I remember taking it out and wanting to touch her with it. My mind was so full of sexual thoughts and contentment from having her lying next to me half naked that I just did it. I moved my lower half towards her until the tip of my cock was poking her thigh. I remember her exact words... "You shouldn't be poking Mummy with that should you?" but the way she said it was playful and how she reacted encouraged me to push further, she opened her legs slightly and my cock slid over her thigh, then she closed them. Because I was suckling on her at the time my cock was about half way up her thighs but I didn't want to take her boob from my mouth, and both my hands were now playing with them, so I just lay there slowly gyrating my hips, feeling her thighs tightly squeezing my cock. The gyrating got faster as I got more turned on and braver. She, as always, didn't seem to mind and smiled down at me every time I looked up at her from between her beautiful caramel coloured tits. This went on for about 10 minutes before I couldn't hold it in any more. I came. I came HARD. I moaned and sucked on her nipples, grabbed at them and pushed my face between them, kissed her chest and licked her all over while spurting load after load between her thighs. She knew exactly what was going on and as I looked up embarrassed by what she might say she just looked down at me, stroked the back of my head and said "Mummy loves you baby, now it's time to clean yourself up and get out of bed" With that, she got up herself. Stood in front of me with both her boobs sticking out the t-shirt, quickly put them away and adjusted herself and then another image that I will never forget, as she turned away to leave my bedroom I saw my cum trickling down both her thighs! Nothing was ever said about that moment, like all of the things that had happened between us over the years they were kept quiet and just between us. The rest of the day was like a dream. She wore the t-shirt for me for the whole day as I had asked. I must have touched her for most of the day here and there. I even remember touching her pussy mound for the first time ever, feeling her prickly stubble against my skin. Following her around as she hovered and dusted and bent down for things. I saw her pussy open up for me three more times that day, not as much as in the morning but the flash of bright juicy pink flesh was unmistakable. The day ended with us saying goodnight to each other in her room after I had just spent the previous hour or so with my hands under her t-shirt as we watch something on telly (I have no idea what it was!). Now my second most vivid memory didn't actually last that long, it was in fact quite by accident that it had happened but culminated in me getting an almost direct view into my Mum's gaping pussy and her tight, puckered bum hole. Like I said earlier she was often without items of clothing when it was just us two around the house, this particular morning she was wearing a bra and nothing else. She was filling up the washing machine as I came into the kitchen. I guess I should explain the setup of our washing machine for you to understand why she was in this particular position. The end of our kitchen had a lean-to tacked on to it (a small extension for those that don't know) and the floor level between the kitchen and the lean-to was different, you had to step down into the lean-to. That just happened to be where we kept the washing machine, so my Mum would have to squat with her feet on the edge of the kitchen floor and lean forward to load the washing machine (it was a front loading one, not a top loader) holding herself up by placing one hand on the machine. The washing basket full of dirty clothes would be on the lower lean-to floor. I entered the kitchen that morning to a view of my Mum squatting right down and leaning forwards. The very first thing I saw was her pinkness. I quickened my pace to get closer and reached down to the cupboard beside her to get out the cereal bowl. The way her pussy was open was hands down THE most amazing and wonderful thing I have ever seen. Her large clit fully exposed as she loaded the machine and her pussy lips (which always seemed to be coated in a thin layer of clear juice) were spread wide apart, so far apart that there was a definite gape there, a black hole where I have often thought about burying myself. I could see EVERYTHING! I saw her tiny pee hole below her clit which was also open, I saw the inner folds and moistness of her gorgeous tunnel. I saw her bum cheeks spread wide and her puckered brown bum hole on display just for me! Everything looked so perfect. She would reach down into the basket to grab another item of clothing and she would need to lean forward again to put it in, everything between her legs just seemed to open up further each time she did this. She knew I was there and I honestly don't think I was staring for that long but I soaked in every detail of the image in front of me. She said good morning and asked if I have any more dirty clothes. I said yes and went upstairs to get a few bits. When I came down and handed them to her she leaned forward again and that view seemed to get even better, she seemed to spread even further for me, her pussy hole seemed larger, her lips were juicier and her bum looked even more puckered as her sphincter muscle contracted and spasmed as she loaded the washing machine, filled it with soap and turned it on. Afterwards I wanted to hang around and look at her more but I had to escape to my room and unload!! I remember giving her a kiss on the cheek and then her cleavage, on each boob which I often did, then I ran upstairs with my cereal and wanked myself to within an inch of my cock's life. Mum and Her Nakedness Pt. 02 After posting my very first story on here I have had a number of people email me to ask me to keep on sharing my experiences with my Mum. There were also a few comments of disappointment that the first story didn't involve me having sex with her. Sadly I didn't have sex with her many times at all, it's something I deeply regret and now that she's gone I can't do anything about it. Eventually I may get around to talking about the few times that we did make love but there were a ton of things we did previous to that and I don't want to skip over them. If you're reading this hoping I will have had sex with my mother by the end, you will be disappointed. For all the readers left, I hope you enjoy this story. ***** This one will be about the first holiday we took together a few months after the events surrounding my 19th birthday, which I spoke about in my first story. We often went to a county in the UK called Wiltshire, it's where my Mum grew up and she loved it there, we would travel around various country villages and stay in our caravan at random campsites along the way. Our caravan was tiny but because it was just me and my Mum it never really bothered us. There are certain embarrassing situations that a growing lad might have had with his Mum being in such close proximity but I was never embarrassed around her so nothing was ever awkward, even using the toilet wasn't an issue for me, in fact it was often a source of arousal when I watched her urinate or even poo. I used to love sleeping next to her in that smaller than average double bed, we would often spoon and for the first time on this holiday we both regularly slept semi-naked together. My hands were usually all over her as she just carried on doing random things around the caravan, like cooking us dinner, tidying up, doing the dishes or getting ready to go out. We would spend our days visiting places and doing the whole 'site seeing' thing and just enjoying the british countryside in the summer, then once we got back to the caravan and closed the curtains in our own little secluded world, the clothes would come off, usually her's first I might add, and we would spend the evenings naked or partially clothed just carrying on with normal stuff. It must have been the second or third night that I first watched her go to the toilet, don't get me wrong, I had caught glances of her before but never lingered to have a proper look. This particular night I was watching the tiny tv we had and she had just finished washing the dishes after dinner when she said she needed to use the loo. The door to our tiny combined shower and toilet opened inwards, so you would walk in, then have to try to close the door around you which was more difficult than it sounds, so it was just easier to leave it open, especially for a quick wee. Although it had to be closed to use the shower. By the time she had walked the few feet from the kitchen area to the toilet door the tv was off and I was following her. She looked back at me and said "Where do you think you're going?" "I want to see" I said. "You want to see?" "Yes" I grinned and she shook her head in that way she did sometimes as if to say "What am I going to do with you?" but after the shaking of the head came a smile, smiles always came easily to my Mum, especially for me. Our sofa converted to the bed we slept on and I had already assembled it while my Mum was washing the dishes. The edge of the bed was right outside the toilet so you could barely make it from the kitchen area to the toilet (that's probably why the door opened inwards). She was wearing a pair of panties and my favourite t-shirt (she wore this a lot since my birthday because she knew how much I liked it), her panties were far from skimpy but they fitted her perfectly, I could always see her pussy slit through the cloth and the material covered about half her bum cheeks which looked amazing whenever she bent down. She walked into the toilet, faced me and pulled them down, took them off and then threw them at me. She started laughing as I gave her a fake grimace. She sat on the toilet and I took up my place on the edge of the bed, I was so close our knees were touching. "So you want to see your Mummy weeing? You crazy boy!" "What's wrong with that? I want to see you poo too" I laughed. "There's something wrong with you baby, we need to get you some help" She said smiling She started to wee and we both went quiet, she looked at me as I stared between her legs, I couldn't see anything though, it was dark, the light in the toilet was above her so it was casting a shadow between her legs. Without saying anything I reached my hands out to the insides of her knees and pulled them apart. She let me, never ever resisting her perverted sons urges. As her legs opened the light from the main room of the caravan poured in, lighting up her beautiful clit and pussy lips and from between them, a stream of hot, clear piss flowed. Not only did she allow me to open her legs but she then did something incredible, something I will never ever forget, she leant backwards and angled her pussy upwards so her wee was just about going in the toilet. I could see every single detail of her gorgeous cunt. "Is that what my baby want's to see? You make Mummy do such naughty things for you" She always referred to herself as Mummy and me as her baby, it always added to my arousal, and I am sure to hers too. I just sat there in my boxers staring. This moment seemed to go on for ages but in reality it was probably just a normal 30 second wee. Her pussy lips were forced apart by the strong stream of piss, I could see the source, her tiny pee hole underneath her large protruding clit. Half way through urinating she reached down to just above her clit and with her index and middle finger either side of her clitoral hood, she pulled up... Hard! Her slit grew longer as her pussy lips were stretched and the last few drops of piss spilled into the toilet. I could see the entrance to her fuck hole fully, the place where I came from and long to go back to, obscenely on display just for me. "I need to wipe now, have you seen enough yet?" She said in that mock accusatory voice she often put on for me, half telling me off but half accepting of how I am. "No, let me wipe you" "No baby, definitely not! "Oh please Mum, I will do a good job" I didn't really think her rejection was because she thought I would do a bad job but I had to try. "You can't touch Mummy there, it's very sensitive" Another thing my Mum did was even though we had all these experiences together she still treated me like a child, like I didn't really know what my cock or her pussy was for, and even after all the years of sexual experiences we shared from then on she would still treat me as her naive baby boy. I fucking loved it! "I'll be gentle I promise" Said in my most persuasive childish manner which to most is annoying but to a Mum it's all she needs to hear to make her heart melt. I reached over to the toilet paper and tore off 2 pieces not bothering to wait for another rejection. "You will need more than that baby" Without specifically saying it she had just given me permission to touch her most intimate parts, the source of her pleasure, and mine. I tore off another 2 and folded them all together, I then reached between her legs, she pulled them apart even further to give me good access. I touched the tissue on to her pussy entrance and wiped forward, one stroke, not pushing hard at all. Forward over her pee hole and stopping on her clit, I folded the paper in half and did it again, this time slower. I then dropped the paper in the toilet and with my index finger I pushed against her pussy and ran it up towards her clit and over her stubbly triangle above. How I loved touching her. "When you've quite finished!" She said. "Did I hurt you?" I always played into that naive child role she put me in. "No baby, now I think it's time for bed don't you?" With that she stood up and flushed the toilet, this is how I loved seeing her, nothing covering her pussy or bum and my favourite t-shirt on. I was as hard as a rock after what I had just done and could not concentrate on anything except the need to cum. She jumped into bed and I lay behind her. The light was still on and the switch was on my side of the bed. "Turn the light off then" She said "In a minute" I waited a while, I knew she wouldn't be asleep but I didn't care, I had to relieve myself. I pulled my cock out from my boxers and wrapped my fist around it, I tried to keep the movements to a minimum but I knew my Mum could tell I was wanking, but I had just ran my finger over her pussy! I brought the finger to my nose and smelt it, how I adore the smell of her pussy juices, I put my finger in my mouth and sucked off the remnants of her sweet nectar while I pumped my cock harder. "Please don't get that over Mummy, I don't want to have a shower now at this time of night". I didn't say anything just carried on playing with myself, she turned around to face me. "Did you hear me?" She said smiling. I nodded and slowed my stroking, thinking I really need to cum but not sure how I could do it without making a mess. She definitely knew what I was thinking because she reached for her dirty knickers she threw at me earlier and said "Here, do it in these and then go to sleep ok?" I nodded, took them from her and wrapped them around my cock. She leaned over to kiss me. She kissed me on my forehead, then on my lips, lightly. There was nothing erotic in that kiss, apart from the fact she did it knowing full well I was masturbating my rock hard dick into her panties under the duvet. I lowered the cover to expose her chest, her nipple was sticking out the t-shirt. She smiled when she saw what I was looking at, she said "Night baby boy" Then took the back of my head in her hand and pulled me into her breast, I latched on and suckled on her perfect brown nipple. I started to moan just before I was going to cum. "Mummy loves you sucking on her, just like you did when you were a baby" She stroked my head as I came hard inside her knickers. Still sucking on her I wiped my cock with them, she took them from me and dropped them on the floor beside her, turned back towards me and I latched on to her again. Feeling content and loved, I drifted off into a deep and satisfying sleep with my Mother's nipple in my mouth and her cuddling me tightly. Mum and Her Nakedness Pt. 03 The comments and emails I have been receiving from publishing just two stories have been quite overwhelming and are very much appreciated, they have kept me motivated to carry on sharing the experiences I had with my Mummy and hopefully you will continue to enjoy them. Please feel free to email me, my details are on my profile. From my previous stories you would have gathered by now that I have seen every inch of my mother's body, and during this timeline I'm trying to establish which started on my 19th birthday and has now got to a few months after that, I have yet to actually taste the hole I entered this world from. This would soon change however. Since getting back from the holiday a few things had changed. I now regularly masturbated while I sucked on my Mum's nipples, she almost always allowed me to cum on her, usually on her legs but sometimes I wouldn't be able to control it too well and some cum would land on her pussy lips or her big clit. She never minded, just wiped up and took me in her arms, she loved cuddling me after I came. We barely left the house in those days, just happy to spend night after night together, usually fully naked and usually lying next to each other on her bed. We pretended to watch tv but we were just interested in just being cuddled up naked together. I never tired of seeing her body, I never once got bored of touching her, caressing her or kissing her all over, I was in heaven when I was with her and I gladly spent most of my time there. Even though I was allowed to cum over her and do other stuff to her body there were still things I had never tried with her. Things that part of me wanted to do real bad but I was enjoying the other stuff so much that I never pushed it. I didn't believe she would ever refuse me and I know on occasion she wanted the same thing by how wet she got, I would often see her juices overflow onto her thighs and down onto the bed. I was content with how things were though so I was in no hurry for anything more. Saying that, it was fast approaching her birthday and I wanted to make her as happy as she had made me on mine. I decided early on that her birthday would be the day she felt her son's tongue between her legs. I arranged dinner for that day, got in some presents, random things I knew she wanted, nothing of a sexual nature. Then I started to imagine how I would go about getting my tongue down there, trying to think of scenarios that would lead me to that very sacred taboo. I decided that for dessert we would have strawberries and cream, I could feed them to her in bed and try to get some cream to fall on her naked body, then go to lick it up and see how far could get. So the day came and it was a fairly normal day, she loved her presents and the dinner I made. About an hour after dinner I suggested we went upstairs because I wanted to give her nipples 'birthday kisses'. She chuckled and went upstairs saying as she left the living room "Let me get them ready for you". I just loved how open she was about everything. I got the strawberries and cream out the fridge and put them into 2 bowls and took them upstairs. She was pleasantly surprised and so was I when I saw her wearing nothing but a smile for me. I put the bowls down, quickly jumped on the bed next to her and started to undress myself. As I took my boxers off my cock sprang up and hit my tummy. "Someone's excited" she said looking at my cock "Here I got this for you Mummy, happy birthday" With that, I grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in the cream and fed it to her. This was a highly sexual thing to watch and she was in the perfect position, she was sitting up in bed with her breasts sagging down, they were still large and round. The contrast between her light caramel complexion and her dark brown nipples just looked divine. I fed her one, then two, then another strawberry until a dollop of cream landed right between her tits. She screamed a bit, not loudly but she was shocked from the coldness of it. I started laughing. "Look what you did!" I loaded the strawberry up with so much cream there was actually quite a lot of it, I did feel a tiny bit bad. "Sorry Mum, it's all trickling down, it will make a mess on the bed sheets" She quickly started to scoop it up with her fingers until I told her to stop and that I would lick it up for her. As soon as I said that she knew I planned it, she was no fool and I am a very bad actor. "You are so naughty, you did that on purpose just so you could lick your Mummy" I was grinning from ear to ear then I nodded in agreement. She put her hands to her sides and said "Come on then, quickly. Before it gets on the sheets" By this time there was a substantial amount of cream making its way down to her stubbly pubic area. I got close and gave her a quick kiss on the lips then started licking my way down, not too fast. Savouring both the cream and her perfectly soft skin. I positioned my body between her legs and put my hands on the sides of both her breasts, licking her nipples too for good measure. I kept pushing them together and letting them go as I licked between them. All the while I knew the cream was getting closer to where I so badly wanted to taste. I moved my hand to her hips and licked her tummy, taking up all the cream that had worked its way down there. I dipped my tongue into her belly button to lick up the tiny pool of cream, then carried on down, slowly and sensually. I reached up and pulled at her nipples and massaged her soft breasts in my hand. My tongue reached her shaved mons and I felt the prickly stubble on my tongue for the first time ever, licking a bit harder now, trying to get all of the cream. I could see there was some on her clit and dripping down the folds of her ample pussy lips. I looked up at her knowing this was a first, that this was a line I had never crossed before. I waited for her approval and she didn't disappoint. "Go on baby, quickly before it gets on the sheets, I only just changed these last night" "But it's covering your lips" I never called it her 'pussy' in front of her, I always called it her 'lips' or just referred to it as 'down there'. "Quickly!" She said in haste, her face was a picture of anticipation. I think for the first time ever I saw doubt in her eyes. Not much mind you, but it was there. I didn't do it quickly though, I savoured it because I knew it was going to be so special. My tongue reached the top of her clitoral hood and for those who haven't read my previous stories, her clit was large and protruded a lot when she was turned on. With one motion I put my tongue at the entrance of her pussy and sparks flew! I was doing it, my tongue was on her, there was the cream from the strawberries and the cream from her cunt, mixing together, warm and pungent, something I have never tasted since, it was perfection. I pushed my tongue into her slightly then ran it up the length of her pussy, up over her pee hole which I could feel below the tip of my tongue and up into the underside of her clit where it split and looked a bit like a cock head, up and over her clit to just underneath her hood again. 'Oh my god, I've just licked my mother's pussy' was all I could think about, I glanced up from between her legs to see a look of pure lust in her eyes, whatever doubt was there before had been replaced with a deep yearning and I could read her, I knew what she wanted. The same thing I did. I forced my tongue inside her as far as it would go, I wiggled it around and I lapped at her lips, I pulled them apart with my fingers and buried my tongue inside her, licking at her entrance as the juices flowed and she moaned. She moaned! I had never heard her moan in a sexual way before. All of the things we had done up to that point had never had her respond in that way, she would breath deeply or say things like "That feels so good baby, don't stop", but she never moaned! I lifted her legs up, not obscenely high or spread apart but enough to open her pussy right up to me. My Mum had a pussy like I have not seen since, it would open so far up with just the smallest movements from her legs or her bending down. That's not to say she is loose, far from it, she was extremely tight but the outer folds of her wonderful pussy were somehow very stretchy and flexible. She was on display for me. "Oh baby, Mummy loves you" She reached down and for the first time, but far from the last, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her cunt. My mouth was covered in juices that flowed freely from her, she was leaking like a tap and I was drinking it all down, my face was getting so messy. Please don't underestimate how erotic the sound of your own Mother cumming is, especially when you know that you are the source of her pleasure. She came in my mouth and she came hard, she gushed into me and I had to gulp it down, she wasn't a massive squirter but there was definitely an ejaculation, and I caught it all and devoured her hungrily as I drank from her body. Two more times she came after that and I got two more mouth fulls of cum, although there was less juice with each orgasm it still tasted as sweet and as fresh as the first. On her third and last orgasm I came as well. I had been rubbing my cock up and down the bed as I ate her and it all got too much, I started to moan into her pussy while I shot over her bed sheets. There's not many pleasures in the world more intense than cumming at the same time as your own Mummy! I stopped eating her as I worked my way back up her body to her nipples. We were both clearly spent. Her chest was heaving up and down and my cock was still dripping the last few drops of my orgasm. I apologised for cumming on the sheets and she laughed. "Don't be silly, that was the best Mummy has ever felt, I don't care about the stupid sheets. Give me a kiss please baby boy" I took her naked body into my arms, my drained cock squashed against her pubic bone, her nipples pressed hard against my chest and I kissed her. Our first deep kiss as a couple. Her mouth was wet with saliva and sweat from her orgasms and my mouth was soaked with her pussy juicy. We kissed and hugged for the rest of the night, every now and then my cock would touch her pussy and I would feel immense tingles. 'It won't be long before my Mummy lets me put it inside her' I thought. I was right. Mum and Her Nakedness Pt. 04 The change in our relationship since first tasting her sweet pussy juices was subtle. By this point I was regularly seeing her naked and touching her almost daily, so we were already very open with each other. The differences were now that whenever I felt horny I was allowed to play with her pussy and to even taste it every now and then. She did try to limit how many times I ate her out each week. I couldn't do it during the week, usually only on weekends, but there were times when I could push her to the point where she would give in, usually when I had my fingers inside of her as I sucked on her nipples. My life back then was pretty awesome, I was doing well at college and I got to come home to an almost permanently naked Mother who would allow me to play with her pretty much all night if I wanted. Still there were things missing, things I wanted from her and that she would eventually give me. I think the waiting, drawing it out over so many months was the best bit about discovering her in new ways, it kept me wanting and hoping these things would happen. I often wondered how she would masturbate me or suck me, how tight the grip of her pussy would be wrapped around my cock or whether she would ever let me enter her bum. Her bum was a source of great fascination for me, her bum cheeks were ample and round. They had a sag to them where the bottom part of the cheek met her thighs, it was a little extra wobbly at that part and I loved to pinch her there and to kiss that area when I could get close enough. I lived for the weekends in those days, we would spend most of our time together and I got to push the boundaries. She accepted this and was never too strict with me, I think I felt inside that it would be a mistake to rush things so I never did, I always took small steps to test the water. One weekend was more memorable than most, it had started with me wanting to lick her bum hole and escallated from that. I remember being really eager to start our weekend with a pussy eating session, so on Saturday morning I went straight from my bed to hers (I still slept in my own bed every now and then), she was asleep so I quietly lifted the duvet and got in trying hard not to shake the bed too much. She was facing away from me lying on her right side with her legs up in a fetal position, I looked down whilst holding up the duvet to see her gorgeous bum cheeks and the valley between them, I needed to taste her there but I knew I had to turn her on first, just in case she didn't want my tongue back there. I dived down under the covers, my legs sticking out the top part and resting on the other pillow, my head getting closer and closer to her sweet pussy lips. It was quite bright in her room, she didn't have curtains that blocked out the sun, so under the duvet I could actually see a fair bit. I passed her bum hole which was hidden by her ample cheeks and got to her pussy lips which were closed shut, I needed to open them. I didn't waste any time, with one hand holding on to her lower pussy lip and my other hand draped over her thigh pulling apart her other lip, I slid my tongue into the gap I had just made, entering her while she slept. It didn't take long after my onslaught of licking and lapping for her to stir. Her moans were audible and her hips were moving slowly back and forth, I knew she was awake now. "Morning Mummy" I said from between her legs, her juices were building and already beginning to coat my mouth, nose and chin. "Mmmm morning baby, I see the weekend has begun..." She giggled and opened her left leg, took the covers off and looked down at me with a huge satisfied grin on her face. I didn't bother replying I just went back to tasting her sweetness, and with her leg open her pussy was even more inviting, I delved in, leaving no part of her cunt or clit untouched by my tongue. I still intended to ravage her bum with my tongue but was quite content with my current position. Her legs being open made it a bit harder for me to massage her bum cheeks so I closed her left leg and peeled apart her bum cheeks while I grabbed at them and squeezed them hard under my palms. I was bringing her to her first orgasm of the day, I decided that once she was in the throws of it I would lick my way to her anus. She began to rock faster on my tongue as it lashed between her lips, my mouth sucking and slurping on her cream. With her moans getting louder and louder I started my journey to her wonderfully puckered sphincter muscle, I licked along her perineum, forcing my tongue into the skin hard, I knew from experience how nice it felt to have pressure applied to that tender part of your body. I grasped her cheeks firmly in my hands and pulled them apart. For the first time my tongue danced over her soft ring piece. "Oh my god baby that feels wonderful" she whispered through her orgasm as my tongue got bolder and started to push at her back passage. With one solid push from me her bum hole gave way and allowed me to enter. The smell was intoxicating, her pussy juices mixed with a musk and the faint scent of her poo, the experience was overwhelming and my cock was rock hard. I had managed to position myself so the length of it was between her shoulders on the upper part of her back, I was dry humping her while I did these depraved acts on my own Mother, and up to that point in my life I had never been as turned on. My mouth and tongue went back and forth from her stretchy yet tight bum hole to her juicy pink pussy pot, I would gather her juices in my mouth and use them as lube for my attack on her bum. When my tongue wasn't in a hole my fingers were, again using her pussy juice as lube. The feel on her silky bowels gripping my finger tightly, trying to expel me but the lubrication making it harder for her bum to do so. I sucked on my finger as I pulled it out of her, I needed to taste her insides, I needed to know what my Mum tasted like everywhere! Her second orgasm was coming I could feel it. I knew then I needed to cum inside her. I had not had any clue to what my Mum may or may not do if I tried to have sex with her up to this point. So far there was nothing she had objected to and only a few lose stipulations which I could easily get around if I really wanted to. There was always a nagging thought in my head though, that if I tried to make love to my own Mother she would tell me to stop, possibly put a stop to everything else we were doing. At that minute, the way I was feeling right then I just wanted to be inside her, fully erect and pounding at the hole that gave birth to me. I stopped what I was doing and as fast as I could repositioned myself, I got into the spoon position behind her, began kissing the back of her neck and between her shoulders where my cock had been, I licked off my own precum from my Mother's back as I positioned my cock between her legs. She pushed back on me and for one moment I thought it was all over, I thought I wasn't quick enough and she would tell me to stop and I would never get to feel what making love to her was like... I felt her hand grab my cock from between her legs. She rubbed the tip against her juicy pussy and instinctively I pushed inside her. Just the tip to begin with, as we both got used to these new feelings, yet another lined crossed in our relationship, one of the most taboo ones of all. I held it there, almost waiting for permission to start pounding at her. "It's ok baby, you can do it, push it further into Mummy" That was it, to hear her say 'push it further into Mummy' sent me into a wild frenzy of lust. I grabbed her hips and slid inside of her, the deeper I got the louder she moaned. When I felt I couldn't go any further I contracted my prostate and squeezed every bit of blood I could into my cock, I felt it grow inside of her. I held it there, trying to enjoy this moment. The very first time I was fully inside my own Mother, in a spoon position with her body as close to mine as it could possibly get, my hand on her hip and the other hand stroking her neck as I continued to kiss her neck and back. Once I had that memory firmly implanted in my head I started to make love to my Mum. I pulled out slowly till the tip of my cock almost popped out of her, then slid it all the way back in, each time getting faster and harder. I reached up and grabbed her nipple, pulling it away from her body, using it as leverage for each time I thrusted into her. She seemed to be in ecstasy, we both were. I lifted my head to look at her face and her eyes were shut, her cheeks and forehead were sweaty and she was biting her bottom lip. She opened her eyes and saw me looking, she reached back with her head and we kissed. Oh how we kissed... I wasn't going to last much longer, I didn't want to, I wanted to feel my sperm shoot inside this beautiful woman who birthed me, to spill my seed in the same womb I spent the first 9 months of my life in. We were still kissing when I began to feel my orgasm rise. I could feel hers too, she didn't get to have her second orgasm before and now I could feel it building again. Our bodies moved in synchronised, lust filled movements. We were literally writhing together on the bed. Each thrust of mine getting harder and harder, the slapping noise of her bum cheeks against the lower part of my stomach was getting louder each time. "I'm close Mummy, I'm going to do it" "It's ok baby do it, fill Mummy up, Mummy loves you, Mummy loves you so much...aarrghh you make Mummy so happy baby...mmmmmMMMMM..." We moaned into each others mouths as we kissed and came together. It felt like time had stopped as I shot load after load of my cum into her willing pussy. We made love a number of times afterwards and I have been with other women but never, ever have I felt anything like that first time with Mum. My head felt light, my body exhausted, my cock drained and my heart so full of love for her. I was spent, I had given her everything I had and she had done the same, we lay there for what felt like an eternity content and fulfilled like never before. I softened inside her and felt juices flowing from her for a long time after, neither of us wanted to move, we just lay there, I was big spoon, she was little spoon, joined by our most private, intimate parts. My hand holding her left breast and resting on her right, her hands on top of mine pulling me even closer, her son's cum leaking from her pussy, her soft bum cheeks nestled tightly against me. We both drifted off to sleep. Mum and Me It was when I was about eighteen years of age that I first saw her, saw her and knew her, as she really was. I was passing by her bedroom door, and I heard sounds emanating from within. The sounds were not ones that I had ever heard from another woman. I had heard them before, but they had come from my own young mouth. I stepped back to the doorway and peered in, She was laying on her back with her legs spread apart. I could see everything. With her left hand she was lovingly fondling her own right breast, whilst her right hand was even more attentive between her long legs. She was far too busy with her own pleasure to notice me, so I thought. I was actually witnessing my beautiful mother taking herself to the heights of ecstasy by masturbation. I was totally enthralled by what I was watching, so much so, that I felt no shame in what I was actually taking so much pleasure from, as at that moment I could see nothing but natural beauty in a state of utter abandon. She was then about forty years old, and still a stunning looking woman, she had very dark brown hair and a complexion of what might be described light gold . At about five foot eight inches tall, her legs were a yard long and very shapely, her beauty would be the envy of any woman., having high cheekbones and a fine straight nose. The lips were full and sensuous, as if always begging to be kissed. Her facial expression could go from the epitome of innocence to that of a wanton. To me though, her finest assets were her beautifully ample breasts with large dark nipples and areolas. Of course I had seen mother naked many times .Her bra cup size was a generous "C". Ever since I could remember I had always loved to be cuddled close to them. Mother breast-fed me for years beyond the norm. As I watched at the door I saw her withdraw her hand from her jewel of womanhood which was completely denuded of pubic hair, and take up her vibrator, which was by her side, she first took it in her mouth to make it moist, before inserting it into herself between her legs. It really needed no lubrication as it seemed to glide in, her cunt was so deliciously wet. She switched it on and played it in and out for some minutes, moaning with pleasure, and then took it to her breasts, first to her swollen nipples so that the cloying love juices from the vibrator made them glisten, All the time I could hear her gasp and moan at her own sensation and pleasure This she continued for some time, every so often she would take her other breast, and, because she was able to, kissed, licked and suckled her own nipples. This she did for a while, and because her legs were so wide apart I could see the love juices run easily from her vagina. Before long she took the vibrator back to her jewel and resumed her self loving, giving most attention to her clitoris. As the time passed her movements became more urgent and the moaning louder, mother was in the first wave of her climax, she turned her head and saw me watching her. My mother looked me in the eyes but to my amazement did not stop her self- ministrations, she continued fucking herself with the dildo, but with more intensity. At the same time her facial expression changed from ecstasy to a look of pleading. I was still spell bound, by what I was seeing, and had not moved an inch, but I failed to understand this look on her face. All the time she was coming, she was looking at me. After her intense orgasm had subsided she layed still for some time, just looking at me, until she whispered, "Lucy, come here". I obeyed and walked towards the bed not taking my eyes away from hers. She made no move to cover her naked body "Did you enjoy watching me?", she asked", " I knew you were there", I didn't answer, trying to cover my embarrassment with silence. "You were there long enough to see everything I was doing, I am sure you did enjoy it, look at your breasts darling, the nipples are very erect, I can see them through your blouse, and that's a sure sign of a woman's arousal". I looked down at my breasts and involuntarily compared mine with hers, mine were as erect as my mothers. I then also realised that I was very damp between my legs. Not being at all sure of the situation, and how I felt about it, I looked away, still not saying a word, my eyes were drawn to a photograph laying on the bed beside mother, it was of me, taken by her whilst on a recent holiday, I was sunbathing topless at the time. It was then that I understood the meaning of that pleading look on her face just a minute ago. It didn't take long for mother to explain. "You will probably have realised by now that "I'm bi- sexual , and lean mostly towards lesbianism". I had always suspected this, as mother, ever since I could remember, quite often had girl friends to stay at weekends. All of them beautiful women. I had not thought it unusual "Yes", I replied, "I have thought that to be the case for some time now". "Does that bother you at all". no, "not really" I said, sitting on the bed beside mother, "I also have lesbian tendencies, does that bother you mother?", " Not at all, Lucy my love, in fact I'm really very pleased. So is that why you were watching me for so long?, is it because you became turned on yourself, watching me masturbate?". She asked while she stroked the inside of my thigh. and fondling her left breast again. "You might as well tell me". I had to admit it , to mother and myself, " yes, I took a great deal of pleasure from it. Were you looking at my photograph before you were coming?, I asked. I was becoming wetter between my legs. "Oh yes," she said in a quiet seductive way, "I do it a lot, ever since I've watched you grow from a child into a woman I fantasised about us. having sex together. Although I'm well aware that it's totally illegal and strictly taboo, are you angry with me? "Come to think about it, it's really quite erotic, mother and daughter having sex with each other and I like eroticism" I told her, casting my eyes to her ample breasts. I was getting more horny by the second. She caught my glance and smiled. "I have to admit that I love these breasts of mine, and by the look of it you do too Lucy. How big are yours now?, they must be as big as mine". "The same size as yours, mother" I some times borrow her bras. " Really?, show me" she said, as if it was a dare. I could see she was getting exited again by the way her nipples were swelling once more. By this time I was becoming more turned on by the second, and knowing that mother was trying to seduce me, I was ready and very willing to give myself to her. Mother could not take her eyes from my cleavage as I slowly began to unbutton my blouse, when at last it was off and as soon as my bra was away from my breasts her hands were seeking my nipples, "ooh so pretty" she sighed " So much like mine, but your nipples are that lovely pink and they are so beautifully defined against your fair skin, not as dark as these", fondling her own. She sat up straight, close to me so that our breasts were touching at each other's nipple, we both shuddered with pleasure at this exquisite forbidden contact. It gave me a surprise when as she gently squeezed one of her breasts, a trickle of white liquid ran from her nipple "Is that milk?" I asked excitedly.. "Mmm," she moaned sensuously, I take a special hormone that keeps my milk coming in when I'm sexually aroused, it always did when you used to suckle at them". "Did you get aroused when you breast fed, me and is that why you fed me so long?" "Yes all the time, you couldn't see, but I used to play with myself as well" I pictured this erotic scene in my mind I badly wanted to relive it. I said "I want to..... May I,.... may I do it now?, suckle at them I mean". "Of course you can, I'd adore it, providing you don't mind me using my dildo while you take my milk". I needed no further invitation .Mother positioned me across her so I could easily reach her breast and lay in such a way she had access to manipulate her toy deep inside her . I put my hungry lips to one those fountains of sweet nectar and began to suckle at mother's wonderful nipple, that by this time was the size of my little finger My hand gently fondling the other golden orb the entire time mother was cooing and saying "There's a good girl, it feels so nice when you suck your mummy's titty, take mummies milk from her breast, you'll make me come soon" I sucked harder so as to take more of mothers milk and to bring her to the peak., and I could indeed feel her coming very quickly to anther orgasm. She shook as it happened, and by this time I was easing off my wet knickers so I could get to my own slit, and get my fingers to work. "That's right darling", she encouraged me, "open your legs so I can see how nicely you cum". It didn't take long. Having left the dildo vibrating away inside of her, she gently massaged my cunt lips for me while I diddled my clit. I was almost senseless with the ecstasy I was enjoying, saying "Oh mummy I do love you". I came so much that both our hands were soaking wet. After we had our breath back we kissed passionately, and explored each other's vaginas, this was wonderful as we were both dripping juices into each other's hand. I knew from watching her earlier, that mother liked to smear love juice over her nipples, my hands and fingers were well coated with it, and I gently massaged her nipples with her own cum and juice. Mother was mesmerised by my hands at work, and in seconds her milk began flowing again. I could not resist this cocktail I had to have a taste of it. I went back to those gorgeous breasts once again. The taste was even better than before. "It's good isn't it", Mother asked, "I'm sure that I've never tasted anything so good, it's precisely how you should taste", I giggled "all goodness and sex". By now it seemed to me perfectly natural when mother suggested it would be good if she were to taste me also, I readily agreed. I asked her if she would like to nuzzle at my vagina, or would she have more pleasure taking it from my breasts. She replied " let me take it from your vagina and smear it on my own nipples, so I can take it the same way as you took mine, with my milk. Would you play with my vagina while I do it Lucy?" " Oh yes" I said , almost pleading, and mother and I opened our legs for each other. . Our hands went to each other's slits, mine to hers to stay and play, and mothers to mine to collect my love juice and take it to her breasts and nipples. When she was good and gooey she dipped her head and took her own nipple between her lips and sucked and moaned aloud until it was all gone. "Ooh, Your juice is so thick and creamy, it's almost like honey. I'll frig you some more, so you can taste your own cum mixed with my milk" I opened my legs wider for her, to take, and give me, the pleasure I was anticipating. I looked down, her fingers were so good, playing deep inside me and with my sopping clitoris. My mother had me coming again in no time at all. This time I was crying with the sensation of orgasm. After spreading my cunt honey on herself she tenderly guided my mouth once more to her tit and held me. Her hand went to her own slit once again. I had often before tasted and enjoyed my own cum and vaginal nectar when playing with myself, but it tasted so much better taken with my mothers milk fresh from her breast. Milk and honey! Although we had engaged in very heavy petting we had not really performed true sex on one another. This time it was me whom instigated the next part of our sex game. We both had very wet vaginas at this time and I felt decidedly gooey around that area. I suggested to mother that she would like to taste me fresh from my slit "Do you really want me to do that to you", she enquired seriously, " You know what you are saying Lucy, is that you want full oral sex with me. Are you sure about this?. It's full lesbian sex, and you want your mother to perform it on you. I'm desperate to do it to you, and I know that we shall both adore it, but I want you to be sure. I see it as going beyond a barrier, a deeper meaning, if you know what I mean". "I know exactly what you mean mother, I feel the same way as you. You know that I have always loved you, but that is in the usual sense, between mother and daughter. Now, after what we have just been doing to each other it is totally different. and I feel that it's a natural thing for us to do. I'm besotted with you and your body. I cannot get enough of you and I want to do every thing with you and to you. We both know it is wrong, but I don't care. I love you and want you at my vagina so very much." Mother gave me a reassuring smile and kissed me full on the lips. Our tongues met in each other's mouths, it was very erotic as we both knew that within seconds we, both mother and daughter would be lovers in the truest sense. Tenderly she layed me back on the bed and spread my legs until she had the view of my jewel of love she so strongly desired. The pubic hair around my vagina is only what might be called a soft down of blonde hair and the lips and the cleft are perfectly visible " Your quite sure", she asked once again.. I smiled and whispered "yes, my darling mother" . I looked down, so as to watch, she didn't come straight to my slit, but began kissing me all the way along my inner thigh, taking her time, and driving me mad with anticipation. When she did arrive at the lips of my vagina I could feel her hot breath, again she paused. "Do it to me mummy for gods sake do it" I demanded. Her answer was to thrust her tongue deep into my dripping vagina expertly sliding it over my clitoris as it went in. I came immediately, with the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced. Her licking and sucking caused wave after wave of orgasms to sweep over me. I thought it would never stop This was proved by the amount of cum that flowed from me. Mother could not believe that she had so much juice to lap from my slit. While my quaking body calmed, mother layed her head on my thigh and tenderly kissed the engorged lips of my vagina. By this time I was feeling quite exhausted, but I wanted to give mother the same pleasure she had given me "Now it's your turn," I said. She layed down for me, with her legs fully apart, I wanted to see my mothers clitoris before I started on it with my tongue, so I parted the lips of her vagina to reveal it. It was adorable, and quite larger than I expected, and the inner lips of her pussy were darker in colour. I took the clitoris in my mouth and sucked and licked it ,at the same time I was frigging her inside with two fingers until mother succumbed to yet another quaking orgasm. I in turn took all the love juice and cum that mother had let flow from her jewel of love. We must have been playing with each other for at least two hours and were both exhausted from our loving and multiple orgasms. For the first time in years I spent the night in her bed, and we slept in each others arms, as lovers do. The following morning, over breakfast we talked about our partly changed relationship, and how happy we were with it, and not developed any regrets. I then proceeded to ask her about how she came to realise that she loved women so much, and not men. "It was quite a few years ago", she replied "I had had some sexual experience of men, and enjoyed it. That was until a visit to the doctors changed me. Like yourself Lucy, I had previously fantasised about sex with women, It was a very warm day, and mine was the first appointment after lunch and the surgery was very hot, I had come in for a check up. I had a very small lump in my left breast, and was a little worried about it. The doctor turned out to be a very good-looking lady of about thirty . After the usual general questions regarding my well being, the doctor asked me to undress to the waist and lay on the couch for an examination. Whilst I was undressing, the doctor commented on the temperature in the consulting room, and I half jokingly suggested that perhaps she too should remove some clothing. She thought it an excellent idea and asked me to excuse her if she changed in the room to save time. Then stripped down to her half cup bra, pants and suspender belt and stockings a lovely matching set of white lace, and I remember thinking, how stunning it looked against her summer tan. It was at that moment that I realised that I would really like to try sex with a woman. Little did I know how soon it would be. She did of course put on her white coat before coming to me on the couch, but had not paid to much attention to the buttons, I layed down on the couch and the doctor started to feel my breasts Whilst she was giving both breasts a thorough going over I could not help taking advantage of the view I was getting through the openings in her coat. Her breasts weren't large but ample, and the cleavage tantalising, her breasts seem to grow fuller as she leant forward to attend to me. The doctor must have seen the direction of my eyes and asked me if I liked what I saw. There was no way I could have given her a direct answer, so pretending to ignore her partial nudity I asked where she bought her underwear. She told me it was from Janet Reger, I had not seen that particular ensemble and told her so. To my surprise the doctor undid the remaining buttons of the coat and held it open for me to take a closer look. It was all lace, and much of it see-through. Her nipples were very easy to make out as they were quite dark compared to the lace, and so was the cleft of her vagina for the same reason. I asked about the comfort and quality of the lace, and the doctor invited me to feel it. I didn't know were to put my hand to do so, so she indicated to her bra. I slid my finger into the low cut top and tested the fineness. By this time I was rather turned on by what had so far occurred, so was a little over adventurous by actually making contact with her nipple, she reacted to this by giving a little squeal, either of surprise or delight. She immediately said that this was not getting the job done, so went back to the business of feeling my breasts and declared that she could feel nothing there and that the lump had probably dispersed, as they sometimes do. Before moving away from the couch, the doctor asked if I had recently had an internal examination, to which I answered "no". She said that as there were no other patients to see for at least another hour, so she would have time, if it were convenient to me. I jumped at the opportunity and said that I was free for the afternoon. I was then told remove the rest of my clothing. At this stage I should say I was not sure of the doctors intentions, as she still had not rebuttoned her coat, and I could see there had appeared a damp patch at the crotch of her knickers She asked me to open my legs and went to the end of the couch were upon she inserted her fingers into my vagina. I gave a little gasp, which made the doctor look up and gave me a smile and apologised, I said that there was no need, and smiled back. Her eyes did not leave mine as she continued to explore every inch of my pussy and could obviously feel how wet she was making me, and I was making little moaning sounds. My hips were involuntary rising to meet her fingers. "Diana," she said, You're enjoying this aren't you" she had found me out. I answered " yes" in a very husky voice. "very much". She replied in an equally husky tone " then this examination will take a lot longer than usual" and went to lock the surgery door. Returning to the couch she said it had got a lot hotter in the room, and that she would be more comfortable if she removed the white coat which she did, and revealed herself fully to me again in that lovely underwear. With a smile on her mischievous face she said" I'd better check those breasts of yours again. Standing at the couch, she was even more attentive than before, with a great deal of time taken over my nipples, as she rolled and tweaked them between her thumb and fore finger as she passionately kissed me full on the lips. Mum & Sister Dress Him Up "This is my rented flat you know Michelle. It's not fair you being like this with me. I've always been good to you haven't I?" Peter says. He often seems to get into situations like this. He was never very good about sticking up for himself. Now his girlfriend is chucking him out just because she found him dressing up in her things. "I just don't want to live with you anymore." Michelle replies. "So pack up your things like a good boy and go back to live with your mummy. If you don't go I'll tell all your friends about your little secret. Listen, you can still come around sometimes but phone me first okay? Perhaps you're a bit young for me. I know you're twenty-one now but you act a bit younger than that. You're kind and thoughtful and you allow me to boss you around but I suppose I prefer a more macho man. You're also a bit on the small side aren't you?" "Small? What do you mean?" Peter doesn't need to have it spelled out. He's blushing crimson and the blood is rushing to his genitals. Michelle had never said anything but he'd often noticed her looking at his equipment and smiling broadly. He'd known exactly what she was smiling about and thinking how inadequate he was had helped him to "stand proud". "I think you know what I mean. I had a few boyfriends before we met, some bigger than others but I never went with anybody whose willy was the size yours is." Michelle holds up her index finger and thumb three or four inches apart in demonstration. She notices the slight bulge in his trousers and has an idea. "Well, Pete, or should I call you little Petey, ha, ha. Why don't you take your little chipolata out and stroke it whilst I watch. That's it, get it out, that's my boy. Now I want to see you wank for me. You like to wear panties like a girl don't you Petey? That little willy is tiny isn't it dear? I could hardly feel it when you fucked me, did you know that? That's why you always had to lick me before I'd come. You're a good cunt licker aren't you darling. You're a little cunt licker sissy wanker." Michelle smiles to see him spurt down the front of his trousers as expected. Peter doesn't answer her questions. He'd be quite happy to stay with Michelle and wank for her whilst she abuses him but realises it wouldn't work. Embarrassed and defeated he gathers up his belongings in a few black plastic bags and leaves the flat. He phones his mum and she says it's okay for him to move back in to his old bedroom. "Helen's moved in with a girlfriend to be nearer her work. She comes home weekends so you'll be company for me during the week." His mum says. Helen is his older sister, there's about seven years between them. His dad left his mum ten years ago and he never sees him. Peter enjoys the company of women. He sometimes feels things would be different if he had had a male role model as he was growing up. He's always been fascinated with what women wear and thinks men's clothing is rather boring. He'd been trying on some of Michelle's things quite a lot whilst she was out so moving back home presents him with problems. He knows it's a fetish but he can't give it up. Taking his courage in both hands he goes into clothes shops to either steal or buy some lingerie of his own but finds he just can't bring himself to do it. It's just too embarrassing for him. It's inevitable that he eventually goes into Helen's bedroom and tries on some of her panties and other clothes. The feel of the silky smooth material on his body is heaven and he becomes aroused. He often masturbates wearing them remembering Michelle's words just before he moved out. About three months after Peter's mum Marge took him back she bumps into Michelle in a pub. It's late in the evening and they've both been drinking. "Hello Marge, is Peter still staying at yours? I've not seen him for a week or two." Michelle says, slurring her words a little. "Yeah, Peter's the quiet type as you know. Give him a ring if you want to see him again. He still thinks a lot about you." Marge says. She feels no animosity to Michelle for kicking him out. She likes to live and let live. "Peter's okay but I didn't want to get tied down with one bloke. You know what I mean?" Michelle winks at Marge who smiles back. "Yeah, I heard you'd been putting it about a bit." Marge has had a lot to drink but realises what she's just said. "Sorry Michelle I didn't mean any offence." "None taken. By the way, you do know about Peter's little fetish don't you?" Michelle says mischievously. "No, what's that?" Marge says "He's into crossdressing. I found him wearing a pair of my panties." It's the weekend and the next day Marge can't wait to tell Helen what she'd heard the night before. "Let's see if we can catch him out. You're more his size so he's probably going in your room." Marge says. Helen has her suspicions so they keep a very close eye on her panty drawer until, sure enough, it's obvious he's been taking her knickers and replacing them later. Both Helen and Marge find it quite amusing. They don't take any action immediately but decide to plan a surprise for him. They are both excited about what is to come and masturbate privately thinking about it. Marge buys an expensive pair of pink satin panties, the sort she suspects that Peter would like and places them prominently in her daughter's knicker drawer. The next morning the two women tell him they are going into town shopping. He is still in bed upstairs but awake. Instead of going out they hide downstairs. They are managing to keep an eye out for any movement upstairs without being seen. They hear him moving about and see him walk into Helen's bedroom. They wait for a few minutes then creep upstairs. Peter is completely surprised as they enter Helen's room to find him naked apart from the new panties. "Some cocks were made for panties." Marge tells him with a grin. "As you can see we set a trap for you." "We've been aware of your little secret for a while now." Helen says grinning. "That slut of an ex girlfriend of yours put us in the picture. We bought them for you to wear. Please don't take them off. He makes a pretty picture doesn't he mum? I think I'll take a photo." Whilst Helen is clicking away with her camera Marge starts looking through Helen's wardrobe and drawers. "You wouldn't want our pictures to be posted on our Facebook pages would you Petey? Let's get you dressed up properly like the sissy you are. We've got plans for you, big plans. You will be doing as we say from now on won't you dear?" Marge says looking at Peter's startled face. He seems unable to speak. "By the looks of that little prick of yours you might even enjoy it." Peter is already extremely embarrassed to be caught in his sister's panties but he can't hide the fact that his willy is sticking up like a piece of wood. He tries to say something but it is as if he is wearing a gag. What can he say? Would it make any difference if he did speak? Part of him is thinking it could be quite exciting to submit. He'd read stories on the internet about men being forced into frillies. "Give us a hand Helen. He'll need a bra to make him into a proper girlie. Here stuff these panties into the cups. That's it. Now let's see what he looks like in this dress. It's nice and short, showing plenty of those gorgeous legs he has. Have you been shaving them you naughty girl?" Marge says. "No mummy." He's never had much hair on his legs and what he has is almost invisible. For some reason Peter has reverted to childhood, he always calls her "mum" these days. "Mummy eh? Quite right. You'd better call me that from now on. It's more respectful. And Helen will be Mistress Helen from now on or just Mistress. Is that understood?" Marge says sternly. "Yes mummy." Peter says allowing the two women to dress him. He loves the feeling of the hold up stockings, so silky and smooth. The two women watch as he touches his knee and draws his hand up to the point where he reaches bare skin. "Don't go any higher. Your little willy is strictly off limits. You're not saying much are you? Repeat what I've just said." Helen says grinning broadly. "I've got to keep my hands off my cock Mistress Helen." Peter says respectfully. Both women are feeling quite squishy down below. Power is such a strong aphrodisiac. Helen removes her dress and sits down on her bed. She opens her legs wide showing Peter a clear damp patch at the crotch of her pale blue panties. "Get down on your knees young lady. Help me off with these panties, then, you know what to do don't you?" Peter kneels down immediately and crawls over to Helen. He can't wait to get his head between his sister's legs. He's always imagined this in fantasy. It's such a bad thing to do. She hitches up her bottom to make it easy for him as he reverently draws her panties down her legs. Then Helen opens her legs wide for him. "That's it little Petey, put your tongue to work. Ooooh! You are good at this aren't you? Must have had plenty of practice with Michelle eh? Well you'll be on your knees a lot now you've moved back home. Won't he mum?" Helen says wriggling a little as she holds his head closer. "Oh yes, you're a little sissy cunt licker from now on, that's for sure. I met your Michelle down the pub and we had a long chat about what turns you on. It may be a bit weird to some but we can put you to good use. I'll bet you'd love to do the housework for us in a pretty French maid's costume wouldn't you little Petey?" Peter pauses for a moment, looks up and says, "Yes mummy." "Good girl. Now get back to work. Give your sister's bum hole a good licking. When she's had a couple of orgasms you can give your mum's cunt a turn. I've been missing out lately. Michelle says you're not much cop when it comes to fucking but I'm not too fussy. I've not had a cock up me for over two years now." Marge sighs with pleasure as she strokes herself through her panties enjoying the spectacle before her and anticipating what is to come. Peter is reluctant to move to Helen's other hole but realises he has to do as he is told. Helen moves to give him access and, as his tongue probes her little rosebud he senses that her first orgasm is building. He realises that licking this forbidden area is turning him on too and worries that he might spurt without anything touching his penis. He desperately wants to hold back knowing that, if he does, he will be unable to give his mum what she wants. He doesn't know why he is so keen to earn the title "motherfucker" but realises that is exactly what he craves. Helen begins to moan and wriggle around as her orgasm explodes. But as her mum predicted she still wants more and orders Peter to, "Suck my nipples whilst you finger my cunt, sissy, there's a good girl." Peter is happy to comply. His sister's tits are medium sized but her nipples are huge. She'd removed her bra for him whilst he was busy with her cunt. He relishes her naked body. After a few minutes Helen sighs and pushes his head back down to its original position. Helen is having the time of her life. She could never get any of her boyfriends to spend all this time sexing her. "Suck on my clit sweetie, gently now, ah, that's the way. Oh. Oh. Oh." She cries, feeling her second orgasm coming. Her moaning continues louder and louder until Marge is fearful of complaints from the neighbours. She smiles; "Fuck the neighbours", she thinks to herself. "Now it's my turn little Petey. I want you to lick me with my panties on first." Marge says standing before him holding her dress high above her waist. Do you like what you see?" Peter looks up at her from where he is kneeling. "Yes mummy", he says. Marge opens her legs wide. "Crawl over here". She remains standing whilst he enthusiastically licks her panties which are already wet with her juices. She allows her dress to fall onto his head then grips his head tightly forcing him hard up against her cunt. His nose pushes the panties into her slit. He's unable to breath but at first this doesn't faze him, he licks for all he's worth. "You're my little sissy now, aren't you darling? Now be a good girl and move the crotch to one side. That's my girl, keep licking". Marge says, pulling him hard against her again. She enjoys the feeling of power as she towers above him, gradually easing him forwards as she moves backwards until she is against the wall. She loves his subjugation. "I'm going to enjoy training you to be our slave. I'm sure it's what you want isn't it darling", she says. Once again Marge is pulling Peter against her crotch making it difficult for him to breath. His nose is buried deep inside her cunt. He enjoys the feeling of suffocation strangely revelling in his mother's cruelty. Marge is now ready to feel his cock inside her. She pushes him off her. "Come on Helen. Let's tie her onto the bed. I bet she'll enjoy that. I want to ride her cock." They quickly find a few ties and belts and make a pretty good job of fastening him down spread-eagled on his back still wearing the panties. With his wrists and ankles secured to the four legs of the bed Peter's cock is twitching with excitement. He's delighted that he's managed to avoid spurting although he notices a mark on his panties from a small amount of precum. Marge strips off all her clothes and climbs on top of him. She's a large woman with big tits. She moves the crotch of the panties to one side. She lowers herself onto him, kneeling, facing him. "Helen, love, do me a favour and check I'm in. She's small isn't she? This isn't a cock it's more like a clit don't you think?" Marge says. "Yes, you are in. I agree she is tiny. It's no wonder Michelle gave her the push. All she's really good for is licking cunts." Helen says. Peter is just an object for their pleasure. They've stopped talking to him now, just talking about him. Marge begins moving up and down her tits bouncing as she moves. Peter can't help himself, he spurts far too soon for Marge. She cries loudly in disappointment as his cock subsides, angrily moving forward and sitting down hard on his face. Soon she's rocking back and forward denying him the chance to breath for a third time. He has no chance to move his head away trapped by Marge's lower legs. She's clearly punishing him for his premature orgasm. "You're getting a caning later, young lady." Marge says. This thought seems to excite her and she soon orgasms on his face moaning loudly. She rolls off him and Peter, red faced, takes a deep breath at last. Next morning Peter is all ready for work when Marge decides to carry out her threat. She hands Helen a springy cane and makes him bend over with his pants around his ankles. She notices, with a smile that he is wearing a pink pair of Helen's panties under his grey slacks. "Give him twenty across his bare bottom Helen dear," she says. "He needs to learn some discipline whilst he's in our house. Two more for every time he moves." Marge enjoys a cigarette as she sits and watches Helen's arm rise and fall. Both women take great pleasure in the caning, especially Helen. Their cunts are flushing as the cane does it's work. Helen realises that she will need to change her panties before leaving the house. She may need to masturbate too. The cane hurts like hell and Peter moves twice earning 24 strokes in all. He works in an office and the pain continues throughout the day, stronger each time he sits down. Following on from the caning Peter knows he has to obey his mum and sister if he is to avoid a repeat. They use and abuse him but knowing his liking for dressing up and humiliation they are relatively kind about it. One weekend Helen invites a few of her female friends round and Peter is there to serve them dressed as a maid. They all find Peter's outfit hilarious and become quite horny teasing him. Their clothes are soon discarded and one woman places her panties on his head and pushes another smelly pair under his nose to sniff. He does enjoy their attention. Helen is away working during the week so Marge has him all to herself. They have been out shopping together for his sissy clothing and she makes sure the shop assistant is fully aware of who the clothes are for. Peter is embarrassed but also aroused by this state of affairs. She makes sure he is in full sissy gear whenever he is at home and that he wears a nightie in bed. "I don't want you entering my bedroom under any circumstances. If I'm feeling randy in the night I'll come into your bedroom. Make sure you have your nightie on. Is that quite clear?" "Yes mummy." Peter knows his mother is a light sleeper. She sometimes wakes up in the night. On the first few nights that they are alone in the house he struggles to sleep. At first his bottom is sore from the caning, later on he finds he can't settle, waking up if he hears his mum walking about. Usually she is just getting up to pee. Then one night she comes into his room as he is getting undressed. She is wearing stockings and a strap on dildo, nothing else. "Lie on the bed near the bottom. Let your legs dangle over the edge there's a good girl. Take those panties off, I want to take your virginity, then you'll be a proper sissy. Peter steps out of his panties and lays back on the bed. Marge grabs his legs and eases the dildo into his bum hole. The pain is indescribable at first but she fucks him gently and soon he begins to enjoy it. He notices his penis becoming hard. "There, there, dear, no need to cry, you'll soon get to like it. Sissies love to get their pussies filled. I want you to keep your pussy nice and clean for me. I'll be paying you regular visits in the night from now on. Now show your gratitude like a good slut." "Thank you, mummy. I'll look forward to your visits." Mum & Son Get Together at Last Ch. 01 My name is Gary, and this story is about a relationship I had with my mum. I was twenty-five years old at the time, and Mummy was fifty-four. You see, I have always loved mature woman; for some reason, girls my own age never really did it for me. I have a stash of porno magazines that depict mature grannies. When I was younger, I always hid them so that Mum wouldn't learn that I masturbate over pictures of older women, but recently, I decided to risk leaving them on the floor for mummy to find when she brings the wash to my room. I should tell you, I live at home with Mummy because I am still attending university and cannot afford school and my own flat. The other advantage, is that living at home with mummy, allows me to indulge in my fantasy of sex with older women. When the weekends arrived, and I was at home, I would set aside the mornings to look through my porno magazines and masturbate. Often I would hear Mummy in her bedroom, cleaning or just moving around, and I would get more excited, sometimes letting out loud groans. I always hoped my mum would hear and come in to catch me masturbating; the fantasy fuelled my sessions and led to overwhelming pleasure. One Saturday morning, Mum brought me a cup of tea. I was masturbating to one of my magazines and when she stepped in, I looked up with both horror and embarrassment and tried to cover myself up and hide the magazine at the same time. I was sure she was going to be angry and yell at me. "Oh, I'm sorry Mum I didn't heard you come in!" I wasn't sure why she hadn't knocked on the door as she usually did. "I wanted to catch you like this," she said a she set down the tray of tea. She was concealing something under the tray, and I asked what it was. "I thought you might like a gift Son." I was surprised, because it wasn't a birthday or special day, "Oh what's that then Mum?" "I noticed your stash of mature porn magazines and I decided to get one for you, so that I could learn what you do with them. How do you feel about performing in front of your mum son?" I was blown away by this and totally taken by surprise. "Do you really mean that Mum? I am so embarrassed about this." "Don't be Gary. I find it flattering that you find mature women so sexy. Here's a new copy of the magazine that you like so much with the mature women in it. Let me watch you play with it!" In my shock at being caught, I had not noticed that Mum was wearing a very sexy silk dressing gown. When she sat down beside me on the bed to hand me the magazine, the gown fell open revealing her naked body. I was gob smacked to see her lovely full breasts and curvy hips only a few inches away. "You see son, I've heard you from my room several times and wondered what you were doing that excited you so. When I heard your groans this morning, I knew what you were doing, and because I had seen these magazines, I knew what you wanted to see." She turned toward me, making no attempt to cover her nakedness and looked pointedly at my growing erection. "Mum, why are you doing this?" I asked, staring at her breasts. "Well Gary, I wanted to see what you were masturbating over and to see if you would be interested in me." She laid down beside me, and opened the new magazine. I couldn't decide which to stare at, my naked mum on the bed beside me, or the porn magazine she was holding in front of my eyes. I groaned again, feeling my cock twitch with excitement. "Ok my baby, let me see what you do while you look at this magazine." I lay on my side facing my mum and slid my hand into my pajama bottoms and started masturbating for my mum. She leafed through the magazine, page by page as I stroked myself. She watched my hand moving, but eventually I saw that she wanted more. "Right baby why don't I remove your pajama bottoms for you. That will make it more comfy for you, wont it?" "If that's what you want Mum then go ahead!" I stood on the bed and removed my hand from my penis to allow her to take off the bottoms. When she did this, my penis sprang erect and she smiled, surprised at the size. "I could play with that all day son!" "Mum, listen to yourself," I said. "I know Son but what happens between these four walls is OK, so long as it is between us right." "I guess so Mum!" I said, while rubbing my throbbing penis with one hand. "Why don't you look at those pictures and masturbate for a while. I want to hear you moaning like I heard earlier. Pretend I'm not even in the room." She said that with a laugh, thee was no way I could not look at her. I paged through the magazine, stroking my erection to the pictures, and in a few short minutes, I started groaning as the pleasure hit. I never noticed my mum sitting up on the bed and moving closer, but when I let out the first moan, I felt her hand close around my penis. I looked down and saw her sitting, with her face about six inches from my cock, her hand sliding up and down the full length of the shaft. It was more than I could take and I came, shooting a wad of spunk onto her chest. "Now then, what do we have here?" Mum said. "Why don't you put that magazine away with the others now baby and lick up your mess for me? " I could hardly wait to get close to my mum like this, even if it was to drink up my spunk. "Sure thing Mum." I sat down and put my tongue to her chest to lick up my sperm. I had never tasted my spunk before, but found it quite pleasant and quickly lapped every bit of it from her chest. She held my head with her hands in my hair. "Weren't you a hungry little baby hmm? By the way you forgot to drink your cup of tea I made for you must be thirsty by now. Why don't you suck on my breasts Gary?" I could not believe this was happening to me. I was sure that I was dreaming it. "Yes Mum. It will be much better than drinking that cold cup of tea." I started on her left breast. It felt soft and tender as my mouth engulfed the nipple. I hungrily sucked away and Mum moaned quietly as if she was having a good time with me. I decided to play with her other breast at the same time with my hands and pinched its nipple while caressing it. All the time the nipple in my mouth was getting harder and harder. Then in between my mummy 's fast breathing I heard her say, "Gary, I want to do something different now." "What Mum?" "I want to suck your lovely penis now Gary. How about letting your old mum suck it for you? Hmm, what do you think?" This was far too good to turn down, the idea of not only a mature woman sucking my penis, but my Mum. I felt my penis rising immediately and said, "Oh Mum I'd real.y love for you to do that." Well, I never expected my mum to get in to the 69 position to suck my dick, but she did. This put her cunt right in my face and I thought, Why Not? I raised my head and pressed my tongue into her old hairy pussy. As mum sucked me faster I then drove my tongue deep in to her lovely moist cunt for the first time! Man it was amazing. When I felt my penis start to twitch, I knew I was going to shoot down my mum's throat. My cum started shooting into her mouth, and I thought it was never ever going to stop. I listened to her swallowing and then turned back to sucking on her pussy. Suddenly my mum's cum started to flow, covering my face and lips. I lapped it up as fast as I could, proud of how much I drank. I was slightly disappointed that I was not able to drink it all, as some dribbled down my chin. I didn't know if Mum had enjoyed my cum, because when she turned to face me some of it was dribbling down her chin. "Mum you didn't like my cum? It's dribbling down your chin." "I did Gary, believe me I did. I just found it impossible to drink it all. I think that you didn't like the taste of my cum by looking at the mess on your face." We both had a laugh at that and then my mum gave me a big hug and a lingering kiss before we fell asleep in each other's arms. Mum woke me later in the afternoon with a lovely long kiss, a kiss unlike she had ever given me before. "How about we continue this tonight at bedtime? What do you say baby?" "For sure Mum, it was the best thing ever happened to me." "You're not telling me that you're still a virgin, are you baby?" "Yes Mum I'm still a virgin." I said, ashamed. "Well then, I will just have to fix that tonight." My mum then got up, put on her dressing gown and left me all alone with the new porn magazine. I picked it up and started masturbating while looking at the pictures and thinking about the encounter coming with Mum later that night! Mum & Son Get Together at Last Ch. 02 This story is a follow up to my first Mum and Son Get Together at Last. The people in the story are the same. It would give you a better understanding of the people in the story if you read the first one. ******* Hearing footsteps coming up the drive, I turned the TV off and got up off of the couch to greet my mum as she came through the front door. My mum returned with a large number of shopping bags, containing purchases from various department stores. "Hi Gary how was your afternoon?" She asked. "Fine Mum, but not as fun as yours seems to have been, judging by all those shopping bags," I replied. She then walked through to the living room and dumped all the bags in the middle of the floor. "Well, I needed some new outfits and I also thought it would be nice if I got a sexy out fit for this evening." Not that Mum needed excuses to go out and get new outfits; it seemed she wanted this night to be really special for me. Mum said she wanted a cup of tea to help her calm down and relax after the long afternoon of shopping. I made a cup of tea for her and one for myself, then took them to the living room where Mum was waiting on the leather settee. "That's was sweet of you baby. I hope you didn't masturbate today. Did you?" "No way Mum. I got up five minutes after you left the house!" "That's just as well baby; I want to make this memorable for you, if you're still up for it son?" "I can't wait Mum!" While we drank our cups of tea, we could not take our eyes off of each other. It was as if we were teenagers again starting a new relationship. We finished the drinks and then went to the back room to set up the dining table. Mum opened up a bottle of red wine to go with the Chinese Take out we had ordered for Dinner. "Right Son, the food will be here in about half an hour. That's just enough time for me to get changed. Will you be a darling and take in the dinner?" I thought this would give me time to have a look at one of my porn films while I wait on the dinner arriving to get me going. "Well, sure thing Mum that won't be a problem. Take your time." She kissed me and disappeared up the stairs. I got a cold beer out the fridge and went to the living room to wait. As it was a cold winter night, with rain pouring out side I lit a fire and put the TV on, playing one of my favourite MILF videos. I sipped my beer and watched the film, wondering about the events coming this evening: a son in his mid 20's about to lose his virginity to his incredibly sexy mum in her 50's. When the doorbell rang, I turned off the porn film and answered the door. I paid the delivery person for the meal and then took it into the kitchen. As I was dishing out the meal for my mum and me, I heard her coming down the stairs. She opened the door and asked, "Is the order as it should be Son and did you have enough money for the delivery person?" I turned around to say, "Yes," but was taken by surprise when I saw what Mum was wearing. She had on a sexy black leather mini-skirt, sheer black tights and a silk, short sleeve top that was purple and matched her stiletto heels. The top fitted her tight and showed off her curves in all the right places, giving me a good eyeful of her tits. "Mum you look so sexy; that outfit really looks great on you. And your shoes, I love it all Mum!" "Thanks Son. I wanted to make myself look sexy to get you hot! I hope I don't look like a slut?" "No way Mum you look great! " That response prompted my mum to give me another long sexy kiss to say, thank you! As we ate our dinner and drank the bottle of wine, my mum played footsy with me, even raising her foot up to the edge of the seat and resting it against my groin. This was too much for me as all the while I was getting a grate view of my mum's sexy tits! The mood was getting electric! When we finished the meal, Mum said, "Why don't we go to the living room baby and finish off the wine?" I followed her, and sat down on the recliner across from her on the settee, in an attempt to keep apart for a while. We sipped our wine and made some small talk, until finally she said, "Gary, why don't you sit next to me and finish your wine?" "Sure Mum." I moved to the settee and sat next to her. She made a move and placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing gently up and down – slowly moving toward my groin. My dick started hardening, straining against my jeans and before I knew it she was rubbing my dick through my jeans. "Now Baby, I think we are we hot enough to go to bed don't you? Judging by your stiffness, I'd say you are." "I think I am ready for you Mum. Let's go" Mum led me upstairs, holding my hand as we went. In her bedroom, we sat on the king size bead and she asked, "Gary I know you're really up for this but you do realize that if you go ahead with this I will want to keep sleeping with you, at least once a week?" "That's fine by me Mum!" With that, Mum told me to take off her clothes and as I did so, I was very nervous. I took off her top first followed by her skirt. Her shoe's was already off by then, so I stood back to take in her body, now dressed only in her sexy lingerie. She now wore only a matching silk thong and bra. "Wow Mum you won't believe how hot you are making me right now." "Well I think I will believe it when I remove your jeans Baby!" She then stripped me naked. "You sure do look exited boy! I think you're even bigger than you were this morning! Why don't you remove my underwear now, Honey." I stood in front of her and slowly moved my hands around her back, slowly unclipping her bra letting her tits fall loose. I then put my hands on her panties, shaking as I peeled them down and revealed her old hairy pussy for the very first time. My cock was throbbing as I looked over my mum, standing naked in front of me. "So you seem to like what you see even more now Baby. Look at that cum dripping from your dick! Let me see if I can get any more out of your lovely big dick." Well before I could say, "Thanks Mum ...," she was kneeling in front of me with her right hand on my dick. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around the thick purple head, wrapped her other fingers around the shaft and then moved hand up and down the shaft with the thumb and fore finger rubbing the swollen head. The sensation was amazing, like something I have never experience when I masturbate. "Oh Mum, oh yes Mum, yes oh, ah hmm oh. You dirty bitch, you ho, yes you are making your son come. Oh yes, yes my god you sexy bitch!" In a few minutes, I came all over my mum's face and shot more into her hair! "I'm sorry Mum," I said by way of embarrassment, as I thought I came too soon. "Don't ever be sorry Son. I loved it all and we have all night to play!" With that we both moved on the bed to recover and start again. A few minutes passed and Mum suggested, "Now Gary as we have agreed to be with each other, there is something I would like you to do for me that really turns me on. Would you be so kind to put you hand under your pillow and pull out what is there for me Baby?" I discovered then that my mum has a big fetish for all things silk. Even her bed was made up with silk sheets. I pulled out a lovely silk night dress, in the sexiest red I have ever seen. "Son, I got this night dress especially for you. This will make me even hornier than I am now. Please would you be a darling and satisfy one of your mum's needs?" "Gosh Mum I'm not sure about this now. I'm mean, it is a girl's night dress. I'll feel silly in it!" "Well I bet you will love the feel of it on your body baby! Don't you like the sheeting next to your naked body?" I had to agree that I did and decided to go through with it. I stood up to put the garment on. Mum took the nightdress and slipped it over my head, letting it fall into place. As soon as the nightdress was settled it completely covered by body and to my amazement my dick became aroused like never before. "See? You do seem to like it. You look divine." My mum then reached out to rub my dick through the silky material. "Mum watch what you are doing, I don't want to spoil this lovely night dress!" She gave one of her dirty laughs and stooped rubbing me. I lay down next to her, and she pulled out a similar dress for herself. We stretched out on the bed to admire each other. I felt my mum's tits through her dress and they were amazing. Seeing here nipples stick out so hard like that made me want to suck on them right there but thought I better just feel them for now. We then started to kiss and hug each other, just like a pair of horny teenagers. We felt each other's body all over, rubbing thighs slowly, feeling bums, nipping bums, kissing the bottom of each other's neck, exploring and learning. Mum broke away and said, "Listen Hun I am really, really hot now, how about you?" "I sure am Mum. I never thought it would be this good ever." "Well then, I think it is time don't you son?" "Time for what?" I said. "I think it is time for your mum to take your virginity!" When she said that I almost came right there and then, "Yea mum I'm ready for you now!" Mum then suggested that I lay back on the bed and raise my nightdress up to free my penis so that mum could straddle my dick and take control. The sight of my mum's pussy inching closer and closer to my dick was getting me so worked up I thought I was going to come too soon again. The feeling of her pussy slipping over my cock as she mounted me was lovely and warm, the best thing I had ever felt. "Right Son, now I am going to make you mine for ever!" She took off her night dress and started moving up and down gradually. I started moving my hips in rhythm with Mum, matching her strokes with my own. She started speeding up, making her tits gyrate wildly and giving me the most amazing view of those wonderful old tits. "Oh fuck Mum yeah, fuck me fuck your son yeah! Hmm, you are going to make me come Mum yea hmm." I think my dirty talk was getting to my mum, as her fucking was getting faster and faster.. "Yeah baby. I am loving this. Oh god. Fucking you like this. Oh fuck me baby, I bet you can't hold on much longer baby. My baby boy hmmm yeah fucking yeah you little slut! Hmmm yeah." She panted out the words as she fucked me. "Oh god Mum. You're making your son come. Oh God, Oh Yes. Fuck, fuck yes. Don't stop mum pleas don't stop fucking me, I think I am going to come now mum! Fucking yeeaahh hmmmm!" I exploded, shooting a big stream of spunk right in to my mum's cunt, triggering off her orgasm and making her flood my cock with her cunt juices. The sensation was like nothing I ever felt before in my life, I will never forget the smell of sex and sweat oozing from Mum. Mum slipped of my dick and then rolled onto her side to face me with a big, big smile. "Well baby boy you are no longer a virgin!" "No Mum I am not. That was amazing. Thanks! I sure hope we can do it again sometime soon." It seems Mum had something else in store for me, as she pointed to the bags in the corner. "Do your mum a favour Gary! Pick up that Ann Summers bag over there." I got off the bed and walked over to the bag. I noticed it was quite heavy as I handed it to my mum. I lay back down beside her on the bed while she pulled something out of the bag. "I hope you will oblige me Gary. Some of the photos in your magazines got me thinking, so I thought I would buy this toy for us to play with." She pulled out a huge double ended dildo and showed it to me. "I always wanted to try anal sex, but your dad, bless him, was a bit of a prude and hated the idea." "Surely you could have just got a normal dildo for that. Mum, why get the one you got?" "Well Son as I was going to take your virginity, I thought we could lose our anal virginity together. How about it?" This was too much for me again, but somehow the idea of us losing our anal cherries together turned me on again and my dick stiffened. Mum watched my dick growing and started slowly stroking it with her hand. "Well what's it to be baby boy?" How could I deny my Mum the pleasure of anal sex? "OK Mum but be sure to be gentle with that thing." Mum held the double-ended dildo. It was frightening; each side must have been at least 10" long and about 1"1/2 to 2" thick. "Right Son, why don't you slip this beauty in to my cunt for some lubrication?" As asked, I placed one end in her moist cunt, slipping it in all the way and moving it in and out while she moaned and writhed. Just watching the giant fake dick slipping into my Mum's cunt was making my cock throb with anticipation. "OK, do the same to the other side now Baby!" I fucked her with the other end for a while, bring her nearly to orgasm again as I worked the wet dildo in and out of her pussy. "Now I think it will be best if I push this into your ass first baby! Get on your hands and knees and turn around with your ass facing me." As I got in to position, I could hear some kind of noise in the background, and realized it must be mum masturbating with the dildo. She then lifted up the back of my nightdress for access to my arse. I felt something pushing against my brown hole and closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. To my relief, it was Mum's finger that penetrated my arse first, first one finger, then more until she had four fingers shoved up my arse. "How's that son not too sore is it? I will just move my hand in and out a few times so you get used to it. Ok baby?" She pushed and her entire hand entered my arse, spreading me open I didn't want to yell, but it hurt a bit. "It's lovely mum just be gentle though ok!" The pain I felt was strange; kind of nice but uncomfortable at the same time. I must have liked it more than I thought because my dick stiffened. I reached down and masturbated while she fisted me, hoping to ease the pain some. I heard a pop as Mum pulled her hand out of my arse and for a moment was relieved, but then – I felt the fake dick pressing against my arsehole. "Now Son, I will start to push in the dildo in your arse now." Right enough, Mum slowly started to push it into my ass. "Ohh god mum I thought you would do it gently? Fuck hmm. That's better hmm yea oh god Mum that's lovely hmm yea!" I kept talking as she shoved the entire ten inches into my arse, I was stuffed full, tears at my eyes, but I didn't want to disappoint her and said nothing. "Right Son, I am putting it in my arse now as well. That's it, I'm ready now! Start to rock your hips back and foreword. Ok baby?" Realising my mum had mounted the dildo behind me, I started to move my body back and forth, meeting her bum in the middle. The huge double ended dildo slid easily in and out of our arses, lubed by her cunt juices. "That's it Son fuck your mum's arse. Oh god, that's it. That's the way baby boy! Drill that dick home baby." Hearing my mum like this made me move faster and faster, all the while as I moved, my end of the double ended dick was penetrating me even deeper, making me groan and encouraging me to move back and forward even faster! "Do it faster son, faster and harder! Fuck your mum like never before, I'm coming Gary baby, Oh Fuck, Oh god, fuck me harder yeah baby. Fuck take your mum baby. Yeah, fuck yeah, Oh god, fuck me. Yeah!!" Mum was spewing the words as she came and hearing my mum cum like that spurred me on even more. I masturbated even faster while pumping my ass. In no time I was cumming again too, but not as hard as Mum did. Spent, we removed the dildo lay together in the bed kissing as our bodies relaxed and the emotions ran through out minds. "Thanks for that Gary that was truly wonderful. Thanks baby doll!" "The pleasure was all mine. Mum let's do it again soon, but not tonight, I'm all fucked out now!" "Me too Son me too!" With that we both fell asleep in each other's arms in my mum's bed, soundly fucked. I was no longer a virgin. Mum and Son Ricky This story has a long build-up to establish the characters and the mother's desire for her son. Then their affair starts with wild sex. If you like extended scene setting then please enjoy this story. If not then you should choose another story. Part 1 Anne had been widowed four years ago when her only son Ricky was fourteen. Out of respect for her husband, and to give Ricky a stable environment in which to grow up, Anne hadn't taken in another man. At first she didn't even date. But after nearly three years' celibacy she had gone out with a friend of a friend. It hadn't lasted long but the few occasions that they'd had sex reminded Anne of what she was missing. After that she had briefly 'gone mad' (as she describes it) and shagged every man in sight. She only stopped when she realised the effect it was having on Ricky. He became quiet and sullen around her, and made lots of comments about her 'going out again.' Anne loves her son deeply and will do nothing to risk hurting him, so she became celibate again and that is how she has remained for the past several months. Anne is forty-five years of age. She is just a little less than 5 feet 5 and has short black hair, a very pretty face that could pass for 30, and a lovely figure. She knows that men admire her figure. She has large, firm boobs that have always been one of her most striking features. She loves to dress sexily, especially in a dress or skirt. Her legs are slim and shapely and her bum is just on the large side of perfect; full, firm and rounded. She knows how good it looks, as she often gets admiring looks and comments. Anne is a nurse and has to work shifts, so she is sometimes home during the day. Today is Friday and she has just finished a turn of night work and is looking forward to a long weekend off. She got in just after seven AM and had slept until noon. Ricky is used to the routine and knew not to disturb his mother in the mornings while she caught-up on her sleep. Ricky thinks his mother is wonderful. He knows of the sacrifices she has made for him. He also thinks she is very attractive. His friends even say she is sexy, he agrees although he is certain that he shouldn't see his mother that way. They are close, and ever since he can remember they have been very tactile. As a younger boy Ricky would snuggle up to his mother on the sofa while they watched TV. Sometimes, she would get him to massage her feet after her bath. She always said that they hurt from the demands of her job and that he had magic fingers that made them better. Ricky loved this closeness and to see his mother so relaxed. As an older teen these massage sessions continued but now Ricky often found that touching her like this gave him an erection. He is sure that this is wrong but he can't help it. Usually he'd have to go and masturbate afterwards to relieve the tension. When he did this he liked to try to imagine his mother as she might look naked. On waking Anne rises quickly as she has a busy day planned. On the weeks that she works nights the housework tends to pile up. Ricky is a helpful boy and will do what is asked of him. But, like any 18 year old, doesn't always act on initiative to perform household chores. This is especially true where his room is concerned. Anne pulls on her jogging bottoms and a T-shirt and sets about her tasks. The first chore is to put in a load of washing. She gathers up her clothes from the floor where she discarded them this morning and makes her way to Ricky's room. Opening the door she is confronted by the usual teenager's mess of clothing and abandoned food plates, mugs and bowls. She collects the plates, cups and glasses from around the room and places them by the door and returns for the clothing. She strips the bed and tosses the dirty garments into the open sheet to make a bundle to carry down to the washroom. Some of the clothes are under the bed and so Anne kneels down to retrieve them. As she pulls the last couple of items from their hiding place, she drags out a black plastic bag with them. The bag is heavy and, curious to see what's inside, Anne opens it and tips the contents out onto the floor. As the items poor out Anne gasps in disbelief as she sees several girlie magazines and what is obviously a pornographic DVD. Then she gets an even bigger surprise when a large box of condoms drops out too. Of course she realised that Ricky was growing up, but she didn't think he was yet sexually active. The condom box is open. It is a pack of 12. Anne begins to count them. Her heart is pounding and she smiles broadly when the total count is only eight. 'Dirty little bastard,' she says aloud, smiling, 'Who is he fucking?' Anne didn't even know her son had a regular girlfriend, let alone one he was having sex with. She starts to put the things back in the bag but can't resist flicking open one of the magazines. It's a normal top shelf magazine with photo sets of single girls and of pairs of girls pretending to have lesbian sex. Anne thinks 'What is it with men and lesbians?' Distractedly she spends the next dozen minutes leafing through the magazines one at a time. Anne is no prude and, like a lot of women, appreciates beautiful female bodies. So it's no surprise to her that she becomes a little aroused. Squeezing her thighs together on her pussy she thinks 'I can see what he sees in them.' Now she is reading the letters page. It's a story about a girl having sex with her boyfriend and his pal. 'Lucky bitch,' Anne thinks as her hand strays to the waistband of her joggers. Her fingers delve below the soft material to find her pussy. She sighs as her fingers make contact with her clit. It's been many months since she has had sex and at least two weeks since she has even masturbated. But it's clear now that she is going to make up for that oversight. She kicks off her joggers and climbs up on her son's bed. Lying back with her legs open she reads the sexy stories and starts to work her fingers along her pussy lips. The sensations are dreamy and Anne is soon playing with herself in a steady rhythm. She reads a story and then lies back to play with herself and savour the images it conjures in her head. Then she reads another story and repeats the slow self-stimulation. For the next hour Anne is lost in the stories of sex between strangers, between women and multiple male partners, and between two or more women. Sex with another woman has always fascinated Anne but she has never had the opportunity to try it. Best of all, she thinks, would be a threesome with a man and another woman. Thinking of this fantasy soon has her orgasm building and she can't stop herself coming. She groans aloud and cums hard on her son's bed, her juices flowing between her fingers and dripping onto the uncovered mattress. In blissful satisfaction Anne then curls-up and drifts off to sleep. Later Anne wakes with a start. The room is bright and hot from the summer sunlight pouring in through the window. She realises immediately that it is the late afternoon. The clock confirms that it is almost three-thirty; she has slept for over two hours. Ricky could walk in at any second! In panic Anne jumps up and quickly dresses. She returns her son's stash of porn to its hiding place under the bed and hopes that she has left no sign of her having disturbed the bag. Then to her horror she notices a large damp patch on the bed, caused by her ejaculation juices. Quick as a flash she gets one of the half full glasses of water her son had on his bedside table and pours it on the damp area of the bed. She'll tell Ricky she dropped the glass, she decides. Fifteen minutes later Anne is in the washroom when Ricky arrives home. He goes to his room and some minutes later appears down beside his Mum. 'What happened to my bed?' he enquires. 'That damned room of yours is a mess. Why don't you ever brings things back down?' Anne snaps back in defence. 'But the bed is all wet.' 'How many glasses of water do you need to have up there. You don't even drink them. I dropped one, OK? It'll dry before bedtime so stop whinging.' Ricky stomps off dissatisfied with the answer he has received but seeing that his Mum is in one of her 'moods' he thinks better of arguing. That evening they eat early and, as she often does following night work, Anne retires early to take a bath and go to bed. It's a hot night and so she gets into bed nude. With the light out she replays her day in her mind. It isn't unusual for her to masturbate, just not in the daytime, and never before on her son's bed. That final element is what she can't get passed. She was in her son's room, on his bed, and the images in her mind were of Ricky fucking the girls she had been reading about. He is having sex; but with whom? Anne starts picturing the girls that she has met who are his friends. Imagining each one naked with her son on top of her. Now Anne is masturbating again but this time the stimulus is the images in her mind of her son; his strong athletic frame naked and energetically pounding his partner's pussy. Her tiredness and arousal are blending together into a heady state of mind that allows Anne's deep buried desires to surface and she starts to imagine herself as Ricky's partner, on the receiving end of his powerful young cock as it ploughs in and out of her willing sex. She is imagining kissing him and encouraging him to fuck her harder and harder, as only a young man can. As her orgasm overwhelms her, Anne imagines his cock exploding inside her, delivering its hot spunk deep into her willing cunt. 'Oh Ricky,' she gasps through her climax. The shock of this outburst brings her out of her trance and she realises she has just been fantasising about her own son. 'What's wrong with me?' she scolds herself. Tears well in her eyes and she sobs herself to sleep full of remorse and self-loathing for her perverted, incestuous fantasy. The next morning Anne wakes early and goes down to enjoy a leisurely breakfast with her favourite gossip magazines. She is determined to forget her odd behaviour of yesterday. Around 10 she is still stretched out on the little sofa in their small sunroom, reading and drinking her second coffee when Ricky appears down. He fixes his breakfast and joins her and they chat. She asks if he will mow the back lawn later. He agrees saying, 'And what's in it for me if I do you this enormous favour, Mother?' 'My gratitude. And the satisfaction that you'll be helping me. Isn't that enough for you?' 'I suppose. At lease I can work on my tan while I do it.' Two hours later Anne is by the kitchen sink washing dishes while Ricky is mowing the grass. Through the window she watches him walking back and forth in just his shorts and running shoes. His naked torso is beautifully defined and Anne finds herself compelled to gaze at him. She stares at his body taking in every detail of his strong muscular legs and his broad shoulders, watching every ripple of his muscles as he moves. Her thoughts turn again to his sex life. As she stares at him she imagines him scooping-up some petite beauty in his strong arms and making love to her. But the image of the woman is of her and she scolds herself once again for these un-motherly desires. Just then Ricky comes into the house and makes for the sink to draw himself a drink of water. His tall frame looms over his mother as he raises the glass of cool water to his lips. He is standing so close that Anne can feel the heat radiating from his body. As he drinks some of the water runs off his chin and drips onto his chest. Anne is almost overcome by a desire to lick it off him, and only just manages to restrain herself. Instead she wipes it off with her fingers. His flesh is hot from the sun and his exertions. His skin is firm over toned muscles and his nipples are small hard points that she wants to kiss and lick. He tells her he's finished the lawn and she seizes at the excuse to rise up on her tiptoes and kiss his neck. 'Thank you, darling,' she says in a breaking voice. 'That's Ok, Mum,' he responds, hugging her in return. She is wearing only a light T-shirt and the heat of his body is transmitted to her flesh. The sensation of pressing against his hot body is so intense that Anne involuntarily gasps as she feels her pussy twinge with desire. 'You OK, Mum?' Ricky asks, slightly alarmed. 'Sorry. I mean yes, darling. You just pulled me off balance. I'm fine.' With that Anne pulls herself from his arms and dashes past him and up to her room. Closing the door she collapses onto her bed and tries to regain her composure. She has a powerful urge to masturbate again but tells herself not to be so disgusting, 'He's your son, you fucking depraved slut,' she reprimands herself. To cool off she decides to have a shower. Moments later she is standing under the cool spray of her en suite shower trying to bring her temperature down. Anne starts to wash herself but as soon as her fingers touch her pussy she starts to play with herself. This time it's no leisurely frig. She is desperate to cum. It's like she wants to do it quickly so that she won't stop herself. The fingers of one hand delve deeply into her pussy while those of her other hand rub her clit furiously. Her face is contorted with the effort and soon she is leaning against the cool tiled wall willing her orgasm to happen. When it does she groans aloud and involuntarily calls Ricky's name. The powerful orgasm causes her knees to give way and she slides to the floor and curls up in the spray with her fingers still in her throbbing pussy. Several minutes pass before she can get up and turn off the shower. On re-entering her room she is drying herself when she hears a light tap on her bedroom door. 'Yes?' she calls. 'You OK, Mum?' Ricky's voice sounds through the closed door. Anne feels her stomach flutter at the sound of his voice and her pussy twinges again. Steeling herself she answers, 'Yes, love, thanks. I, eh, I have a headache; I'm going to lie down for a while. Otherwise I'm fine honestly.' She hears him leave and she draws her curtains, and in the darkened room rolls in to the cool bed. She is naked and she lies on her side, her mind whirling with the crazy thoughts and desires for her son that have awakened in her. She knows it's wrong but she tells herself that it's only a fantasy and that no harm can come from it if she is careful. Slowly she drifts into sleep, her mind still full of images of her beautiful son's body. Anne looks up to see her son standing over her. His naked torso looks beautiful and she wants to reach up to touch him and pull him down to her. To kiss him, and to have him make love to her. She knows it's wrong to want to have sex with her son but somehow it doesn't matter now. She feels free. Free from guilt. He's beautiful and she just wants him. He is naked and his powerful erection is standing proud, displaying his desire for her. She wants it inside her; to feel his hardness penetrate her centre. How could something so wonderful be wrong? 'Oh Ricky, yes, come to me, I want you,' she murmurs. 'Mum, it's time...' 'Yes, love, it's time.' Louder now, 'Mum! It's time to wake up, Mum. You've been sleeping for hours.' Anne wakes with a start. She's been dreaming. Ricky really is standing over her bed. But he's offering her a cup of tea, not sex. Her mind replays the things she was just saying; did she really say them? Suddenly she realises that she is totally naked, lying on top of her bed. She looks at Ricky's face and his eyes are on her dark bush of pubic hair, he is staring at her pussy. In panic she snaps, ' Ricky, for goodness sake. Turn away, let me get covered.' Her son slowly turns away, tearing his eyes from his mother's beautiful body. Anne uses the moment of privacy to roll under the sheet and cover herself. 'OK. You can turn back. Honestly, don't you knock?' 'I did, Mum. You didn't answer. You've been asleep for hours. I was worried and auntie Finola phoned. She wants you to call her back.' 'OK, love. It was just a shock seeing you, that's all. Is that tea for me?' 'Yes.' 'Well give it here then.' Ricky sits on the edge of her bed, 'Are you OK, Mum?' 'Yes, love. Just tired today. You know how nights affect me. Don't worry.' There is an awkward silence between them for a moment. Then they make eye contact and Ricky asks, 'Mum... those things you said just now, what did...' 'Oh just ignore me. You know how dopey I am when I'm waking up. I was probably dreaming. Why don't you let me get up and dressed and I'll call Finola back. OK?' Ricky just smiles and Anne adds more emphatically, 'So go away so I can get up without giving you another flash and ruining your character,' she smiles at her son and gently prods him with her toe. 'Alright,' Ricky rises and crosses to the door. He then pauses and looking back says 'Mum,' Anne looks at him, 'Killer body.' 'Get out you weirdo,' she chastises him with laughter in her voice. Ricky disappears and leaves Anne looking at the space he had occupied. 'Killer body yourself' she thinks. 'But who is getting to enjoy it?' With that thought in her mind she gets up and pulls on her robe. She calls Finola who wants to meet later for a meal and drinks. Anne agrees and, arrangements made, she gets herself ready to go out. She dresses simply in a knee-length, cotton, Laura Ashley dress and dainty sandals. Ricky compliments her on looking good but adds, 'Of course you looked better earlier,' he says cheekily. 'I think you need a cold shower, young man,' she pretends to scold him, but secretly she enjoys his attention and relishes the compliment. Ricky is content to be alone and Anne can't help wondering if he will get his partner to come around when she is out. 'Has seeing me naked got him horny,' she wonders. Around 11pm Anne returns from her night out. She has had a very pleasant time with her sister Finola. They are close and always enjoy each other's company. As always they talked a little about their sex lives. Anne admitted feeling a little frustrated lately. Finola thinks that Anne should get on with dating again as Ricky is now old enough to understand. Anne agreed and even confided that she knew Ricky was having sex. 'Do you know who with?' Finola had asked urgently. 'No. I imagine it's one of his little girlfriends. They all seem so friendly it's hard to tell which it might be.' 'Maybe it's all of them. He's a good looking boy.' 'Maybe, but I'm sure you're not supposed to think like that about your nephew,' Anne pretends to scold her sister. Although really she feels she is scolding herself again. Part 2 By the end of the evening Anne has had a few glasses of wine and so is also feeling quite mellow. On arriving home she wonders if Ricky has a visitor and decides to slip in quietly to see if she can catch them unaware. She is not really convinced that this is a good idea, or why she wants to spy on her son, but her happy state of mind, combined with her general horniness, means that she doesn't give her motives serious consideration. Stealthily she enters though the back door and makes her way through the kitchen to the hall. She listens by the lounge door for a moment. There are definitely sex noises coming from the other side of the door. Suddenly embarrassed as to what she might see, Anne calls out, 'I'm home.' She then waits a few moments before entering the living room. Ricky is watching TV. The lights are low and moody, but he is definitely alone. Slightly disappointed Anne flops down on the sofa at the end opposite to him. 'So what are you watching?' she asks. 'Nothing much, there was a film earlier.' Anne notices the corner of the black bag from under his bed, on the floor next to the sofa. She has a wicked thought. Mum and Son Ricky 'Are you watching a DVD?' With that she scoops up the controller that is lying on the sofa between them, 'Let's see what you're watching.' Ricky makes a sudden move to stop her turning it on, but he is too late and the screen bursts to life showing a porn scene in which two girls are making love. 'Ricky!' Anne feigns shock, 'Where did you get this?' Ricky makes no response and Anne lets it play for a moment. 'So you've discovered porn, have you? I wonder what else you've discovered lately,' Anne says playfully. 'Mum. Please turn it off.' 'No I want to watch it for a bit.' The girls on screen are in a sixty-nine and a guy who is sitting in an armchair slowly wanking his cock is watching them. 'Oh that rude man is getting a little show,' Anne giggles. 'Mum. This is embarrassing.' 'Oh I'm sorry. Have I got to take it more seriously?' then in an ironic tone, 'Fucking hell, look at the fun bags on that blonde. Is that what you're supposed to say?' Anne teases her son. Ricky makes to get up, 'You're obviously drunk so I'm going to bed.' 'Stay right where you are, young man. I want to see what sort of naughty stuff you're watching and then I think we need to have a talk.' Reluctantly Ricky stays in his seat. They watch the screen and the action hots-up with the guy stroking his large cock as he watches the girls perform. 'So you're having sex then?' Anne asks her son after a few minutes. 'Don't lie to me now, I found your condoms in your room.' Ricky looks shocked but decides to come clean, 'Yes. Are you mad?' 'No. I'm glad you're using condoms, that's sensible at least,' then after a pause, 'So who are you fucking?' 'Mum! That's disgusting. Besides I'm not sure if it's really any of your business. Anyway, you can hardly talk.' 'What do you mean by that?' 'Well you were pretty active yourself a while back.' 'OK, I guess I deserved that. But I hope you've noticed that I stopped. I did that for you because I could see how my behaviour upset you.' In a more conciliatory tone Ricky acknowledges, 'I know. I'm sorry, Mum.' Anne moves over to hug her son, 'It's OK, love. I guess we just need to learn to make a bit of space for each other,' she gives him a peck on the cheek. They stay hugging and un-self-consciously now watch the movie again. The guy is now naked and still wanking his impressive cock. After a few moments Anne asks in a soft whisper, 'Is that what you were doing before I came home?' Ricky is alarmed that she would ask him this and starts to say, 'Shit, Mum, I...' Anne quiets him with a finger to his lips, 'Oh honey sshh now. I understand you have needs. We both do. This is what I'm saying we need to make space for each other and understand when we need private time. OK?' 'OK,' Ricky smiles for the first time since this conversation started. 'That's better,' Anne gives him another little kiss on the cheek but this one lingers for just a beat. She rests her head on his shoulder and they watch the sex scenes on screen again. Her arm is lying across his chest and Anne unconsciously traces her fingertips around his chest. It's more affectionate than anything else and Ricky reciprocates by squeezing his mother's shoulder and then tickling the exposed skin at her neck with a light touch of his fingers. This kind of platonic closeness is not unusual for them. In fact Ricky will often offer to stroke his mum's feet (her favourite form of relaxation) as they snuggle together on the sofa to watch a movie. It's just that the movie isn't normally so graphic. After a few minutes Ricky is much more relaxed and Anne notices a large bulge has appeared in the front of his joggers. 'Well that answers my question,' she announces, nodding her eyes in the direction of his lap. Ricky is embarrassed again and tries to hide his erection by turning away from her. Anne turns him back to face her and says, 'Please, love, I'm not trying to embarrass or ridicule you. I understand, I really do.' Ricky looks upset so Anne decides to offer further consolation by evening the score, 'Look, I'll make a confession to you, so you'll know I'm being sincere.' Ricky looks his mother in the eyes as she proceeds, 'Today when I snuck away to my room... Well, I needed some private time myself.' 'You mean to say...' 'Yes, love, I was giving myself some much needed pleasure. I was really turned-on and I just had to get away. Does it shock you that I would do that with you in the house?' Visibly relieved now Ricky answers, 'I suppose it does. I guess that explains why you were naked.' They both giggle at this and then Anne says 'Some mother eh? Sprawled naked playing with herself in front of her son.' 'Well, not exactly in front of me.' 'I suppose, I did close my door.' 'I know, shame really. You did look very sexy, Mum.' 'Why thank you, sweetheart, what a nice thing to say,' Anne says with heavy sarcasm, 'So you think your old mum's not too bad looking.' 'More than that, I'd say you're definitely a babe. If you weren't my mum I'd definitely shag you,' Ricky teases her. 'Oh so sweet,' Anne laughs, 'you are a real smoothie. Well, right back at you, my love. If you weren't my son I'd definitely let you shag me.' Anne is smiling at her son and moves to give him a little friendly kiss. It's just a peck on the lips, but as she moves away they make eye contact and she kisses him again. The second kiss is longer. Once more they part and look into each other's eyes. Then they kiss again. This kiss is passionate. Their lips part and their tongues play across their lips. As they break apart Ricky murmurs 'Mum.. I...' 'Sshh, love,' Anne breathes back. She kisses him again and he responds with a full mouth French kiss. Anne moves her hand down to his lap and clasps cock through the light material of his joggers. It's hard and feels big in her hand and she knows that there is no going back now. She wants it and she's going to have it. Anne strokes her son's large cock through his clothing and continues to kiss him. Her heart is racing and her pussy is once more on fire. This time it's pure undeniable lust for her teenage son. She has to have this gorgeous cock inside her. She wants to be fucked by her own flesh and blood. This hot, sexy man to whom she gave birth a little over 18 years ago. Letting go of his cock she grabs the waistband of his joggers and yanks them down. Ricky helps to push them down over his knees and kicks them off. His beautiful cock springs free and she pauses to look at it. It's long and straight with a gorgeous and inviting head. She can't resist the desire to taste it and leans forward to press her tongue onto it and then to suck its tip into her eager mouth. Ricky groans in pleasure and encouragement, 'Oh Mum, oh yes... please... that's fantastic.' 'Mmmm mmmm mmmm,' is all Anne can offer in response as her head bobs up and down on her son's magnificent cock. She pleasures him like this for the next several minutes. Alternatively sucking rhythmically up and down and then licking the head of his cock, teasing its little eye with the tip of her tongue. And all the while she is stroking his stiff dick in her right hand. After a while she breaks away to ask, 'You like this?' 'Oh yes, it's fantastic, the best,' he replies. 'Best? You've had others?' she teases. 'A few,' Ricky looks abashed. Anne resumes sucking. Deep down she is jealous; she would like to have given him his first mind-blowing blowjob. Anne has always had a talent for blowjobs and she loves making a cock explode into her mouth. She knows that she could make Ricky cum, and although she is tempted to get a taste of his hot spunk, she really wants to fuck him. So she releases him from her mouth and moves up to kiss him again. This kiss is hot and wet from her saliva and the slimy traces of his precum. Her hands move up to his T-shirt and she pulls it up causing them to break their kiss while she takes it off over his head. 'Beautiful boy,' Anne murmurs as she resumes kissing him. Her hands enjoy exploring the smooth skin of his chest and slowly she finds his dick once more. Anne stops kissing again and once more they make eye contact. 'Mum,' Ricky breathes lustily, his eyes showing that he shares her yearning for this unnatural union, 'please don't stop.' 'I want you inside me, love. Fuck me,' saying this Anne rises up on her knees and straddles her son's lap. She is still fully clothed in her shoes, dress and underwear. But this is no impediment to her lust for her son. She hitches up her dress and takes hold of his cock. Then, pulling aside her panties she aims the engorged head of this monster at her pussy. As she eases down to impale herself on him she falls forward with her mouth on his again. From her open mouth and into his she makes a guttural groaning sound as the first waves of pleasure emanate form her centre in response to this incestuous invasion. With their mouths in constant contact Anne starts to ride up and down on the powerful cock inside her. Her fingers are entangled in his hair and she claws him to her. She wants to consume him with every sense at her disposal. Her tongue is working deeply into his mouth, fencing with his and tasting his core. Her pussy is contracting and squeezing his thick manhood, like it's milking his seed from him. His breath is on her face and hers on his as they are locked together in an increasingly frenetic communion. Ricky begins to rise up and down in time with his mother's movements. This pushes his cock deeper inside her at every down stroke, and makes Anne cry out in delight. She breaks free from his mouth and calls to him to fuck her hard, 'Fuck.. yess. Yess Ricky, love. Fuck me! Fuck me!' With and effort, Ricky rolls his mother sideways so that she falls along the sofa. She is now on her back and he is leaning over her with his powerful cock still embedded in her tight pussy. 'I can do it better this way,' he pants, 'I can go faster.' Anne looks up into his eyes and then reaches up to clasp his head, 'Oh yes, baby. Faster. I like the sound of that. Do it hard and fast.' Ricky takes her at her word and begins to pound into her. Instinctively her legs come up to wrap around his hips and help to drive him into her on each down stroke. Soon she is crying out in pleasure form the best fucking she can ever remember. Each thrust of his strong hips sends his cock deep into her. She can feel him touch her cervix at each stroke. The effect is incredible and her head is swirling from the erotic sensations he is delivering. Ricky is kissing her neck and gently biting her flesh. His hands are clasping her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples that are standing up under the material of her dress and bra. Ricky's head moves down to kiss along her cleavage. His tongue probes under the edge of the dress and his fingers pull at the material to try to reveal the soft mounds underneath. All this time he is still pounding her pussy, driving her closer and closer to a climax that she knows will be spectacular. But suddenly Ricky slows his energetic fucking and starts to sit up. 'No, love, don't stop,' Anne begs urgently. 'I want to kiss your breasts, Mum,' Ricky responds. 'Here then,' Anne tries to pull the neckline down to reveal her boobs. It won't go. So she sits up slightly and reaches back to undo the buttons. In her position it's too awkward so Ricky reaches round to help her. He can't get the buttons open and he is now not fucking her at all. Anne is desperate for him to resume and so instructs him to 'Just rip it. Rip it off!' 'But Mum, your dress, it's...' 'I don't care. Just tear it off. Go on, do it! Just don't stop fucking me, please.' Obediently, Ricky resumes his fucking action and immediately Anne feels the renewed waves of pleasure surge through her. 'Oh that's it. That's it. Just keep doing that to me and you can do what you like. Tear my dress off and fuck me as hard as you can.' Ricky maintains his vigorous rhythm and takes hold of her dress again in his two hands. With one strong tearing action he splits the dress down from the V of the cleavage to half way down her stomach. This attack appeals to some deep-rooted desire within Anne to be possessed by force and causes her to writhe and cry out in ecstasy. She joins in the tearing and soon the dress is ripped wide open revealing her breasts covered in her white bra. Ricky grabs that too and tries to tear it apart but it is too strong. Instead he yanks it up over her breasts presenting her nipples to him for the second time that day. This time they are hard bullets and immediately his mouth falls on one then the other, sucking and nibbling on each to Anne's further delight. For a few moments Anne closes her eyes and enjoys these new sensations but then realises that diverting his attentions is once again causing Ricky's pace to slow. 'Keep fucking me, love,' she urges him once more. In response her son picks-up his pace to a furious rate and hammers his young body into his mother's with renewed vigour, 'You like hard fucking then?' he whispers to her. 'Oh yes. Fuck me hard. I love it,' Anne responds. 'I'll fuck you hard anytime you like.' 'God you're so good,' this thought pinballs through Anne's mind. 'Where did he learn to do this?' she wonders, but aloud she just encourages him with, 'Fuck me you beautiful boy, make me cum for you.' 'Fuck yes, cum, Mum. I want to watch you cum,' with that Ricky leans up away from her and, with his strong arms turns her on her side. He lifts her leg across his body so that he is now kneeling astride the inside of her right thigh, with her left thigh against his stomach. In this position he knows that her clit is in contact with his thigh and that will give her extra pleasure. The effect is immediate and Anne feels the new, more intense pleasures from her clit in this position. 'How does he know to do this?' she thinks. Ricky hammers her cunt harder and harder now, desperate to give her the climax she seeks. Soon his technique pays off and Anne can feel the surges of pleasure building into an explosive climax. On and on he fucks her and her whimpers of encouragement soon meld into one continuous moan of joy. Her body is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, causing the shreds of her torn dress to cling to her skin. Suddenly the damn breaks and Anne groans aloud as her insides are electrified by an intense release of ecstasy. The first wave of climax catches her breath and she is unable to do more than render a deep growl of satisfaction. The subsequent peaks are like a roller coaster of repeated deep convulsions, each one causing her to cry out and to shake and tremble uncontrollably. Throughout her climaxes Ricky keeps up his pounding rhythm. This has the effect that Anne's orgasms continue until their intensity is almost unbearable. But then Ricky's pace changes to longer deeper strokes. Anne recognises that he his nearing his climax. 'Mum, I'm going to cum,' Ricky confirms his imminent ejaculation. 'Oh yes, love, cum for me. Cum inside me I want to feel you.' 'Inside?' he asks breathlessly, 'Is that OK?' 'Yes, love. I want it. I want your stuff inside me. Do it! Give it to me!' The encouragement is all that Ricky needs and he slams his cock deep into his mother's cunt for a final time and cries out as he releases his spunk into her womb. Anne can feel the twitching head of his cock deliver his hot semen inside her body. The thought of her own son's spunk returning to the very origin of his existence causes her to convulse in a final massive orgasm. Her head is spinning and she is trembling uncontrollably. Ricky's heavy and spent body falls onto hers and they lie entangled, breathing hard and slowly drift into unconsciousness. Part 3 A while later mother and son regain consciousness. This seems to happen simultaneously. The room is silent as the DVD has long since stopped playing. They look into each other's eyes and smile. 'Well that was different,' Anne whispers and ruffles her son's hair. 'Yeah, I..,' Ricky looks a little nervous. 'You OK, son?' 'Yes. It's just, you know.. I.. well..' 'You didn't expect to be fucking your mother tonight.' 'Yes, or any night for that matter. Mum, it was great, but is this just because you were a bit tipsy, or is this a thing now?' 'No, love. When I was playing with myself today I was thinking about you, Ricky. I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me like this. I found those things in your room and I couldn't stop thinking about you having sex. I wanted it to be with me.' 'And now we're doing it.' 'Yes. And it's gorgeous. Better than my fantasy,' Anne kisses him repeatedly, 'You're magnificent. I love you so much.' 'I love you too, Mum. You're beautiful and I've thought about you for a long time too.' 'Really?' 'Yes. My mates all say that you're a top babe. They call you a MILF.' 'A what?' 'A MILF. It's from the internet. It means Mother I'd Like to Fuck.' 'That's nice, I think. But what's it got to do with your feelings?' 'I've wanted to fuck you too, Mum. I've imagined doing it. I've even imagined all sorts, even sneaking into your room and fucking you while you sleep.' 'I don't think that would work. I might notice, you know, Anne giggles, 'Your cock isn't the kind you would fail to notice. But I'm glad you feel that way about me.' 'So can we do this again?' 'Yes. If you're OK with it. I'd really love to do this again. In fact, Ricky love, not wanting to sound like a slut but, I'm yours anytime you want me.' 'You too, mum. Anytime you want me.' 'Let's get up now and go to bed.' Anne disentangles herself from her son and rises. Standing now she looks down at her dress. It's torn and dishevelled and she just smiles and looks up at Ricky. 'Look what you did to my dress, you bad boy.' 'You told me to do it, you're a bad mother,' he taunts her. 'Anyway, I think you look very sexy.' Ricky moves over to his mother and puts his arms around her. The young man is still completely naked from their lovemaking and his strong muscular body embraces the petite and curvaceous form of his mother. Anne looks up into his eyes and they kiss like two lovers, hotly and passionately. Breaking away Ricky begs, 'Let me see your body, please, Mum.' Anne giggles at the silliness and innocence of his request. She thinks, 'He's just been fucking me senseless but he thinks he has to ask to see me naked.' Out loud she says, 'What if I disappoint you. I'm not one of those sexy models in your magazines, you know.' 'I've already seen you naked today, Mum. I wasn't disappointed then. So get 'em off,' Ricky playfully orders her. Still standing in his embrace, Anne begins to draw the remnants of her dress over her shoulders. She wriggles it down past her hips and drops it to the floor kicking it away along with her shoes, which she still has on. Next she removes her bra and Ricky reaches up to cup her boobs in his hands. 'They're beautiful, Mum.' He compliments her. 'Today, when I saw you naked I so much wanted to hold you like this.' He kisses her again. 'Take your pants off too.' Obediently Anne catches her panties in her thumbs and bends forward to push them down. Ricky steps back to give her room and Anne sees that his cock is hard once more. Her panties now removed she stands again in front of Ricky and does a little spin around on her toes. 'You like me?' she asks. 'Very much,' Ricky answers taking hold of his cock he slowly strokes it and continues, 'and he likes you too.' Anne makes a quizzical face and says, 'Hmm I think we may have met earlier. If you'll take a seat I think we have a little unfinished business.' Ricky backs up and sits down on the sofa again. Anne kneels in front of him and crawls between his open legs. Then, resting her elbows on his thighs she takes hold of his hard cock for the second time that night. Kissing its head she looks p at her son and says, 'Now where were we?' She licks the tip then sucks the whole head into her mouth. Pausing for a moment she adds, 'That's right, I remember, you wanted a blow job, didn't you?' Mum and Son Ricky Ricky can only nod and grunt before his Mother's lips envelope her son's cock head and she starts to give him an incredible blowjob. This time she won't stop until he spunks in her mouth. She is a virtuoso at blowjobs. A consequence she believes of an up-bringing that made her wait until she was 19 before she lost her virginity, but which ensured that she had lots of practise at sucking cock. Well she had to give her boyfriends something, and she learned to relish the taste of spunk. But now the spunk she wants is her own son's. She wants him to cum in her mouth and she plans to show him his mother is more of a vixen than the little teen sluts who might have sucked him off before. She feels confident that she can hugely surpass their novice efforts. Warming to her task now she vacuums his cock head into her mouth and lashes it with her tongue. She can taste her pussy and his spent juice on his flesh and it spurs her on to finish him. As she squeezes his thick shaft in her hand she can feel it pulse. She works furiously on him, sucking and kissing his tender glands, and bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Her saliva is coating his cock and she breaks off to use it as a lubricant for a rapid spurt of hand wanking. She admires the size and beauty of her son's manhood and she encourages him with slutty talk. 'Come for me, baby. Come for your mother. I want you in my mouth, to taste you and to swallow it all.' 'Christ, Mum. You're a real porn star.' Anne is sucking again, and Ricky is rising up rhythmically to meet her with every down stroke. He is close. He starts to tell her he is about to cum but there is no need. Anne knows from experience how to anticipate the first blast. She tips him over the edge with a final down stroke with both hands, pulling his foreskin back to expose his cock head completely. Then she sucks on him and is rewarded with a thick jet of spunk hitting her tongue. It's hot, salty and gooey, and another spurt, then another and another soon follow it. Finally after several squirts Ricky is spent and his mother has a mouthful of cum which she relishes, swirling her tongue through it before swallowing the whole lot. Anne slowly crawls up her son's languid body to bring her face close to his. She kisses him and asks huskily, 'That better have been the best fucking blow job you've ever had, or you'll get no more.' 'It was,' Ricky sighs, 'It was amazing.' 'Good boy. Now let's get cleaned up and go to bed.' Twenty or so minutes later Ricky enters his mother's bedroom. They have each showered and Anne is naked and about to climb into bed. Ricky has a towel round his waist. 'Mum. Can I stay in your bed?' 'OK, love. But your not moving in permanently. I couldn't have you sleeping with me every night. But tonight is OK.' 'Great. Only there's just one thing.' 'Oh' 'I wasn't really thinking of sleeping just yet.' Ricky drops the towel covering his lower half to reveal another hard-on. He moves towards his mother and sweeps her up in his strong arms. 'I want o fuck you again, OK?' Anne laughs aloud and then says, 'Christ, I've created a monster,' then after a pause, 'but, hell, why not. Do what you like.' To be continued... Mum and the Black Boys My Step Mum Teresa has done something new recently; I feel strange about it, cause it wasn't supposed to happen, and who she did it with has surprised me a whole lot! [This is not the first time she's played cuckolding-mom to me, but it's one of the most spontaneous.] By the way, I'm Bob, age 30. It started when Dad had been home a lot, and of course Mum had to be the good wife again and we couldn't go on the Web about our erotic cuckold-mum/son relationship much, as Dad would have caught us out, obviously. Things were okay, but very boring for Mum, as you can imagine. Well, I was out in Town one day with Mum, just doing some shopping and behind me I heard an American voice go, "Hey, Bob!" It was Tony, a black guy from North Carolina in America, who I used to know in college, some ten years back; and we were glad to see each other again, catch up on what was cooking, etc. Mum remembered Tony, as he used to come back to our house some evenings while at college with me, and we used to go over our prep work and practice songs, as it had been a music course we were on. Tony was known in college for chasing all the women, and at that age I'd been very shy, and I'd blush and clam up when Tony used to introduce himself to any girl he met, going straight in fearlessly and asking her to "Ball", as he put it. I felt embarrassed in front of the girls he'd come straight on to, but I also admired his nerve and macho attitude that a lot of blacks have. He was friendly to me; so I never had felt threatened by his physical size and strength, [he was about 5 feet 10, but very broad, fit and could easily use all the weights on any machine in a gym.] He was nevertheless very cheeky and I recall my Dad disliking the way he'd asked Mum for a cigarette, within 5 minutes of his first visiting our house. Well, as Tony was an old acquaintance and it didn't occur to me anything could go wrong, I thought nothing of it now, when he just asked me and Mum straight out to buy him coffee and have a chat, etc. So, we were soon chatting in a town cafe, but Mum made me cringe, deflating the macho laddish front I'd tried to put on, when she said I still often sat at home doing nothing in my spare time, and I didn't have enough friends; and wanted Tony to come for a visit sometime again. I felt exposed as a bit of a wimp by that, but Tony agreed and so my embarrassment left me. He still knew our number and said he'd call up sometime. Life was busy for me in the meantime, re-starting work again, and I didn't realize Tony had already called us, until Dad had just left one Friday evening for one of his weekends away, leaving me to wonder what Mum would do in his absence. She said Tony was coming at about eight tonight. He had called up while I was out. Of course, I didn't seriously think anything could happen with Mum; not with her and Tony, anyway; but... it transpired... Mum had PLANS! Tony rang the bell, and mum sent me to answer. But Tony wasn't alone; he was with Laurence, a black scallywag guy who used to hang round the students back when I knew Tony before. I felt astounded as I let them in and Mum sat them down and ordered me to get them coffee. As I went in the kitchen, I listened to their talk; Laurence was flirting, and calling my Mum "Babe." which made me squirm and feel jealous. He'd been rumored to be a pimp and people said he'd turned white student girls to prostitution, way back then. God knows what he was up to these days, but bound to be something shady still. I didn't know if his pimping was true or not, but he was certainly arrogant and sleazy, with his sheepskin jackets, his heavy gold jewelry and his evil-looking little goatee beard. He hung around Toxteth, the city's black town, where the college had been near at that time, and people said he was not a guy to mess with, as he knew some heavy people. I froze as I poured the coffee; Laurence had just said something about cuckoldry and how hot Mum must be to do that stuff! As I brought the coffee in, feeling weird now, my hands shaking as I gave them the drinks, I gathered from the conversation that when Tony had phoned, Mum had told him about her secret cuckold-mom life! Apparently Tony still hung out with Laurence, who had asked to come along to meet my Mum after Tony told him my Mum might be up for some sex as my cheating, teasing Cuckold-Mom! Now I knew for certain. They were here for one thing only. THEY WANTED TO BALL MY MUM! Laurence said to Teresa, "So when's your lad going to make himself scarce, then? We'd like to get started!" Tony added, "Hell yeah why don't you go out somewhere Bob? We got some private and personal business here tonight...Balling your Mom!" I couldn't believe their cheek! Laurence continued, "Hey yeah, Teresa, you're a sexy little cow; I think you need a good spanking! I can't wait to get my belt off to you!" Mum giggled, going, "Ooh, and I haven't even been naughty. You bad man!" She stroked her behind through her short, sexy black dress and asked him, "Will I be belted through this...Or do I have to take off my dress?" "You got to take it off, of course!", he laughed! Mum went, "Oh. What about my panties? Can I leave them on, or...is it my bare bum you want to do it to? Surely not on my Bare Bum?" He replied, "You know the answer. I'm going to get you with nothing on, and lash your bare ass till the cheeks are red raw! And then...I'll make you spread your ass cheeks for my big dick!" Mum drew the teasing out further, asking, "And will you want my pink or my brown first?" He messed about, saying, "I don't know, I haven't decided yet." They teased me more, suggesting an outside opinion, and asking ME if they should take my Mum's pink pussy or brown dirt box first! I went red as a tomato, saying, "I don't know." Mum turned to me, smiling, and said, "I reckon it should be my brown, don't you?" Laurence clapped his hands together, growling, "Great! Brown it is, then! Pity you won't be here to see your Mum taking my dick up her asshole, Bobby!" Mum explained, "Bob, the lads don't want you here, I'm sorry. You better go out...[then she winked]..."And leave me with the Baddies!" She added she'd call me on my mobile, to let me know she was okay and tell me "how things were going." Laurence held out a wad of banknotes to me, and told me to go get a hotel room for the night. I didn't want to, but I took it, and though I knew it was probably dirty money, made from his life of crime, I needed somewhere else to stay, - and why should I pay for it myself when these dirty gets were usurping me and taking my home - [and my MUM!] for the night? So I went. The last thing I heard on going out the door was something unzipping - whether Mum's black evening dress or their fly zips I don't know - and Laurence's voice exulting at whatever it was, with a loud, coarse shout of "WWEEEEAAAYYY-LELL-LELLELLLERRRR!" He was a fucking tit, really; an absolute prick, but I knew Mum realized that and was all the more turned on to degrade herself with loud, crude and dirty downtown types, who shout like animals and have no civility or morals; and are basically just like wild, insane, disgusting animals! Laurence's flash sports car was outside, and I walked up the road, got some cigarettes and vodka to keep me calm during the terrible, worrying night ahead, and waited to flag a taxi, but none came for ages. I knew I wanted to sneak back and try to get a look from the back yard. So I did; but there were youths in the alley. They could see me in the back yard, and I knew I could only risk a quick peep, and couldn't stay without risking gossip; or worse, risking them trying to see what I was looking at! I peeped in through a tiny gap in the curtains...and this is what I saw! Mum was kneeling naked, between the big nude black guys and their voices sounded like they were really being nasty, bossing her about and taunting her as they waved their fucking enormous ebony erections at her from each side! Her face showed fear, worry and trepidation but her tits revealed her true reactions to it all- her nipples stood out like red excited bullets! She was intensely horny! Then I saw why Mum was so still, kneeling between their standing dominant forms; - she had her hands tied behind her and they'd put leather thongs round her torso, tying her upper breasts flat as it dug into them! It was the scene of most men's nightmares! Imagine your wife naked, hostage with two black ghetto thugs about to be subjected to the wickedest desires that their black cocks could want with a suburban blond, white, middle-class wife...and then imagine it's not your wife, but your MUM with them - your loving, sacred mother! Well, now you might get an idea how I felt! I stared as they suddenly grabbed Mum's tits, yanking them and cruelly squeezing her red nips in their black fingers, and her reaction of pained, distressed yells and facial agony only served to please them...their cocks swelled and throbbed in her face in mockery, and they made her take their knob ends both in her mouth at once. Mum groaned in pain as they ravaged her tits again, even as her pink tongue came out, curling round the undersides of the two knobs that assaulted her dignity! I had to go then as I'd been seen by the youths and luckily I got a taxi now. The moment I reached my silent hotel room and shut the door, I slumped to the bed, my dick released from my pants and I sobbed into the quilt as my hand brought arc upon arc of helpless, tortured sperm ejecting from myself. Mum did call a bit later. She sounded out of breath and I heard the others laughing in the background. She said her buttocks were sore and her tits felt on fire. Suddenly she gasped loudly when a loud crack like a whip went off and she groaned in pain. Then the phone clicked off. They were obviously using their belts on my Mum's bare behind! After a long while, it rang again; Mum asked me how it felt to wear the cuckold's horns again; as the guys had both just enjoyed wonderful adultery with her. Her shags with the blacks had got her cunt spasming again and her pussy was tingling and happy! She added she would soon make me not just a cuckold, but a "Cackold"; because Laurence wanted her asshole - [her "Cackhole!", as she called it] - and "Cackold" would be another name she could call me! She then rang off again. I couldn't help getting erect again; she was almost methodically humiliating me over the phone - and I lay there in wretchedness as that old cuckold's excitement washed over me, twisting my emotions into the knot of pain/pleasure all good cuckolds know well! After another good long while, I got a text message. It said, "You're now made a CACKOLD!" - By Laurence AND Tony!" My cock pulsated and automatically poured out my reactions in white tormented liquid! As I'd lain there powerless, their dicks had been shoving in and out of my Mum's bumhole! Making my Mum groan as they did it, no doubt and she probably let the dirty big bastards spurt their sponk deep up her brown shit tunnel, too! I wondered what they looked like doing it and what noises Mum had made in response. It never rang again for ages and by 12.30 I fell into a restless, uneasy sleep. You can imagine the things I dreamt about, in that state! At about 4.30 a.m., I was awakened by my mobile going off once more. When I picked it up, I heard Mum going, "Ooooooh, there's a load! Do I have to do it?" Then Laurence growling, "Yes, Teresa, you got to lick it off! Go on, clean my dick, mother fucker!" and something that sounded like "ass popsicle." It rung off; but awhile after, I got a text message again, this time saying, "SHITOLD!" and in brackets, "surely I don't need to explain what that means?" I think I knew what it meant! Mum was even being THAT dirty again, and what was worse, she did it for my old college classmates! She called me at about 9.a.m. to say I could come home now. My relief at seeing Laurence's car was gone turned to concern when I went in, as nobody, not even Mum was around. I prayed they hadn't taken her to some dive or brothel. Then, I was relieved to hear her voice calling down from upstairs; she said she was relaxing in bed and could I bring her some coffee up. So I made the coffee and took it up and was promptly confronted with Tony and Mum still in her bed, the covers thrown back and them screwing slowly! Mum greeted me, "Hiya,Luv! just put it down on the side, I'll get it in a mo. We're just having a nice easy one, to relax me again before breakfast! I need it, as I was all tensed up and it's polite to give Tony a good morning one, isn't it?" Tony laughed and said, "Yeah, Bob! Watch if you like, I don't mind; Laurence was the one who wanted you out. Me and your Mom must be a real nice sight for you!" So, I looked on with my pants round my ankles and my cock up hard, but Mum wouldn't let me jerk. I had to tidy the room and pour the coffee, as Mum teased me with my black friend! They did look good together, I must admit; their bodies, black on white, were moving into different positions, and all the time moving, sexing, very slowly and sensually. Each of Tony's thrusts were so drawn out and prolonged, they must have lasted two, some even three seconds each. Their hands explored each other as they slowly rolled around, with Mum's body softly and warmly accepting him, welcoming this great big dangerous negro in her arms - and her loins. His muscles rippled in his ebony skin, with my Mum's hands caressing his back and stroking his clenching black bum; and her legs sliding round him, her sexy toes wiggling and her pleased, excited breasts being rubbed almost audibly on his hairy chest. His hands roved over Mum's skin, often letting a black finger tease her asshole, and his fingers at one point digging into her bum cheeks as she gently rode him. He smirked at me as he pulled her buttocks apart rhythmically, exposing her bum hole, which she clenched in time to his thrusts and moaned appreciatively to, as they both stared at my blushing face! His dick was very dark, thick, and slightly curved -perhaps 9 inches long; and it throbbed in Mum's vulva shamelessly. They did this rude, adulterous thing as if it was the most natural thing in the world; the scene before me making a stark contrast to the previous weeks, when Mum had behaved so normally and prudishly with Dad around! I tell you, if you knew her in daily life, you'd never think she could possibly do anything remotely raunchy! Yet, here it was, like a surreal dream! They finally finished up with him on top of her, with her legs spread wide. He was trying to time his climax with hers; and he succeeded. She reached back, gripping the headboard above her head, after going, "Ooohhmmm, Tony, love-I'm Ready!" Tony knelt up, reaching under her bum and lifted her hips up to meet his; and still embedded in her cunt, he rotated her hips around and grunted as his shaft began thudding in her twat. Mum shut her eyes and groaned, "OOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRHHHH!" I knew they were coming together, cause of that and also cause her toes waved and froze still, sexily. It was so horny to see, I came too, my dick thumping and shooting my unwilling appreciation of their betraying lust all over the carpet! Tony stayed all weekend; and it was a sexual feast for Mum and exquisite humiliation for me. I lost count of the number of times they had each other in every room of the house. Mum cooked for him and worshipped him; and yes, she did even let me see him having her most private hole too! I remember once we were just talking in the kitchen, Mum washing up with just her tights and pinafore on and Tony went, "Hey, white Mum, I need your Bum!" He laughed at his own rhyming humor. Mum went, "Of course! Sorry Tony, I didn't realize!" She just thrust down her tights over her bum, and spread her buttocks, twitching her asshole in welcome! Tony heaved out his huge black mamba, and shamelessly shoved it up Mum's bum hole, right up it as she stood at the sink! I started wanking, shuddering with my humiliation, as Mum made me look closely at his shaft splurging up her brown ring, dragging it in and out. It was incredible...surreal, but arousing! I think they did almost everything possible between a man and woman that weekend; a weekend neither Mum nor me will forget easily! I'd like to know what people think of this story, and if anyone has similar thoughts themselves. Mum and the Rude Optician! This story is about my Stepmother. She brought me up from a very young age, hence I always called and thought of her as Mum. This happened some years ago, when I was only about 18, young and naive, and had never seen sex, except for some in dirty books from mates. This was what made me realise her secret rude side existed for sure, because at this time I'd only heard about a supposed sex video she'd made, from unreliable sources. I only suspected she might be unfaithful to Dad sometimes, not having seen anything myself to confirm it. Therefore all I had were my fantasies at this point, which I secretly enjoyed, but I still knew I'd be horrified if I ever discovered she'd had someone else than Dad in reality. Mum used to see a certain optician, Mr. Miller, in his shop up the road. I'd never liked him at all, having been there a couple of times in the past when we'd been for our eye tests, and I didn't like his attitude. He was self important, pompous and patronising to both of us, and I guessed he fancied my Mum. The way he would fuss around her, touching her unnessecarily, made me squirm. Plus when the lights were dimmed for her tests, Mum would slip off her shoes as she sat in the chair, relaxing and rubbing a stockinged foot up her other leg suggestively. She would laugh at his jokes and innuendo to her during the tests, even once giggling when his hand slipped from her shoulder and closed over her right breast through her top, before he moved to the light switch again! I'm sure I saw that happen, there in the dark! He was a very big man, professorish but powerful too, and I felt that somehow Mum was attracted to him. At one point in time when Dad was away abroad, he wasn't sending any money home to us, as he'd gotten into a bad situation, and Mum needed her expensive spectacles replacing. I happened to be with her after shopping when she next saw her optician, so I was there when we sat before him at his desk in the office. Mum acted up to him, to try and get them for free, or at least so he would delay the need to pay till next time. He hummed and pontificated, lecturing her about it. This guy really was a self righteous bastard, and I was irked to see my Mum accepting his telling off. When she kicked off her shoes and made very flirty body language to him, I felt hurt and uncomfortable. My annoyance was building up, and I felt a knot in my stomach. Mum then told me to go and wait in the reception area, as they had to discuss business, as she put it. I noticed as I left that they left his office by another door. I glimpsed inside as it opened. It was a little poky storeroom, with a high metal couch, cushioned in black rubber. As it was near closing time with our appointment being the last, his assistant, a weighty black woman, was alone in the reception area, where I waited. I sat nervous, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine. Soon I saw the woman turn the volume down on the intercom and switch it on. She eyed me to check I wasn't listening, then put her ear down to the speaker, turning the sound slightly up. Just audibly, I heard sounds from it. I recognised the optician's voice mumbling something and sounding very smug, along with Mum's voice going, "Hugh! Ough! Ourrgh!" At first, I was sure she must have been just laughing out loud at some joke of his. Then, I doubted that. What was he actually doing to my Mum, in there? The black woman smiled as she heard these sounds, then switched the intercom off after looking over at me and smirking in a manner I found uncomfortable. Mum emerged maybe half an hour later, looking quite happy and normal. I assumed this couldn't have been what I thought it was. Mr. Miller said she'd better bring the money this time next week, or she'd have to pay extra for the delay. Mum promised, sounding dubious about the extra, but having to accept it. Mz. B, his assistant, let us out, reiterating to Mum about the extra next week. She blew a loud raspberry at Mum after repeating that word, and to my surprise my Mum blushed very red at that! Mum denied to me that the woman meant anything by it. I couldn't help it, I drew scenes of Mum bonking the optician that night, and wanked with them. Masochistic feelings of both hate for him and lust for the sleazy idea of him taking advantage of my Mum overcame me. I drew pics of him having her in the test chair, etc. I suspected she found them during the week, as she'd cleaned my room while I was out one day, and they'd been moved about! Well next week came, and Dad still hadn't sent the money. We were due to go and explain, after a bit of shopping. I noticed Mum always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician. Today she wore a flimsy white blouse that you could see her black lacy bra clearly through, a pair of black tights that had thick tarty seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch mini skirt. This was so small you could see the tops of her legs where they joined into her buttocks! Her hair was newly permed and peroxided blonde too, and she put on lots of make up to finish her raunchy strumpet look. She hardly looked at all like my respectable, churchgoing Mum! I felt so embarrassed walking up the shopping centre with her. Men were making comments as she passed, saying things like, "Corr! I'd love to get up that!" Everyone was staring at her, and their eyes were lingering on her bum, which was like two eggs in a wet cloth! She seemed to ignore them, yet she also smirked as I blushed angrily red and glared at the blokes, and she told me not to stare at the nice men! Mr. Miller's receptionist was again the only one there now, as she'd seen off the previous customer. She smiled nastily on our arrival, and asked if Mum and I had the payment today. When told we didn't, the negress smirked at Mum and said, "Well now, honey, I hope you are ready to have to pay our exxxtra!" She sounded that last word lasciviously, drawing it out and widening her eyes mockingly, as if it meant something totally different and more lewd. If it did, Mr. Miller must have told her, and they'd obviously laughed at us about it! As we sat before Mr. Miller again, he told us off once more, lecturing my Mum and saying, "Do you understand what this means, Teresa? I'm adding on the extra!" Mum looked sheepishly up at him from under her curls and replied quietly, "Yes, Mr. Miller. I'm sorry. We'll have to come to an arrangement!" He waved his pen at her, very pompously. He always had this oversized metal pen, a big long thing that he used to sign things with. As they got up to go into the side room, he took it with him. Mum let me stay in his office this time, saying, "Don't worry, love, I've just got to try and get round Mr. Miller about the bill. You stay here, it'll be okay." She slipped of her shoes and left them with me along with the bags, telling me to look after them. I still recall the smell of her perfume and the slight musky scent of her feet, as she popped off her warm footwear, and the way she pulled and straightened the nylon from it's ruffled place between her toes. The sense of worry combined with sexual titillation as she kissed my cheek still moves me to this day. Her crimson wet lips awoke my desire, before she pulled away, leaving me with a lurching stomach and sense of doom as she allowed Mr. Miller to lead her away. The last thing I saw before the door shut was her ass quivering and clenching nervously in it's tight clothing as Mr. Miller's big hand roved over it. I waited in silence. Suddenly, I heard the noises again, louder now that I was only on the other side of the door. Mum's voice was loudly groaning, "OURGH! UUGHH!" Mr. Miller was grunting like a pig. I didn't know what to do. I walked around, worrying. I looked through the office door window, into the reception room. The cheeky black girl had the intercom on again, listening to Mum and Mr. Miller, as they were loud enough to be picked up by the unit on his desk. Now she was alone, the receptionist had a hand down her skirt, touching herself and smirking as she listened! I had to try and find out what was happening in there. Surely my Mum wasn't having sex with him? There was a small one way mirror on the door they'd gone through, and I found if I switched his office lamp off, I could dimly see through it. Wow, what a sight met my worried gaze! Mr. Miller was standing with his back to me, his pants down, and his big ugly arse thrusting forward steadily, with Mum's arms and legs showing round his back! The dirty big bastard was fucking my Mum! Her fingers clawed the air or clung to his grey shirted shoulders, and her tights were almost off, rolled round her feet with the crotch of them between her ankles. Her sexy toes clenched, waved and shook, sensually stroking each other, as her voice slowly became more urgent. My dick leapt to erection, despite my hurt, and I had to take it out and put my handkerchief over it to prevent it messing my pants and the floor if I came. He grunted as he fucked her, as he actually fucked my Mum, bonking her with long deep thrusts. "Unnh, Unnhh, Uhnnnnh!" He fucked in and out between her legs and made the couch she sat up upon shake and bang against the wall. Her cries built up to a crescendo, and then a deafening pause infected the air. Then she went, "UUUUuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrrrllllllllllll!" She froze, with her feet tensing, stretching out the nylon between them, and one hand spread, shivering in the air! Yes! It seemed she was coming. Unbelievable but true! My Mum with the optician, behind Dad's back, was orgasming in abandon on Mr. Miller's dick! When he pulled off her, he turned to the side, and Mum lay back on the couch, pulling her legs right up to her chest. For the first time, I saw her naked body. It was really sexy, with firm wobbling boobs, a hairy crotch, and nipples that stood up all red and excited. I also saw he was still hard, maybe he hadn't come yet. His dick was a great big veiny thing maybe 10 inches long, with a foreskin that only just covered his huge onion like knob end! It still throbbed at her, and I felt sick to my stomach to know he'd just used that huge sausage dick on Mum, but my cock pulsed even harder, to see how aroused she was by it. I couldn't believe what happened next. He took hold of his large pen, and Mum let him prod it on her bumcheeks, while lecturing her about the unpaid bill. "Do you know what I'm gonna do to you, Teresa?", he patronised. "Yes, Sir!", she chirped, widening her legs upward a bit, and letting one hand reach back into her hair, posing for him like some 60's sex symbol. He moved his hand down, putting the pen between her twitching buttocks. Then he touched it on her arsehole. Suddenly, Mum let out a deafening groan, almost a roar, of mixed lust and indignation, as he pushed it up her arse! I watched the lewd, shocking sight of Mum and the optician having a very rude sex session. He was in there with her, and Mum was lying back, offering her bare behind to him and his pen! Mum actually went "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!", as he shoved it up her bum! The optician shoved his pen up my Mum's bum! My stomach lurched as he began to waggle it around, wiggling it sideways, then up and down, and then twisting it around, making her surprisingly broad, dark and creased arsehole twitch and stretch at his ministrations. She made moans of surprise and disgust but clear enjoyment as he did it! Keeping her legs up with one hand, she reached out for his dick with the other. I saw her little dainty fingers take his shaft, and begin to pull him off over her body. She skilfully wanked off the optician, as he turned, twisted and plugged the pen around up her bum! It was so rude seeing Mum let him do it, even encouraging him by wanking him lewdly like she was a prostitute, and waving her eyebrows suggestively. All the while she was looking back and forth from his face to the object being waggled in her arsehole! Smirking now at him, she blew raspberries and giggled about the thing stuck in her bung, between her groans, as if she was shocked but liked it. She was going, "Eeeehhh, Pfffft! Yyyyoooooo, Pffft! Yeeeeee, Pffft!" He snarled in lust at that, "Woarrgh!", and in his lust he really jiggled and shoved the pen around harder, right up her arse. His other hand reached out to her tits now, crudely grabbing them and squeezing them alternately, with Mum's red aroused nipples poking up between his fingers. Her shockingly lewd behaviour for that big pervert was so weirdly erotic that I gasped, and held my breath, hoping I wasn't seen or heard, as my sperm poured into my handkerchief. All this was making me shudder in ecstasy and humiliation, all at once, transfixed by this sight! Her hand worked on his dick, expertly squeezing, pulling and rubbing, and now she panted out in rhythm, in time to her jerkings off. It was both the most disgusting sight I'd ever seen, yet the most arousing I'd ever seen! Suddenly, his hand left the pen, and a big jet of sperm shot out of him, landing with a splat across Mum's aroused tits! "YES!", he snarled, as Mum giggled and wobbled her defiled, cum streaked, cheating tits in encouragement! Oh my God, he was having my Mum in the dirtiest way in there, and I peeped on their secret, hot and peverted adultery! "Ahh yes, do it, you dirty man!" she said, and she pointed his dick over her body, directing his jets over her navel and filling it up, then directing spurts over her crotch, splattering her pubic hair with his white juice. Now she smiled at him as she held him toward her bum, to let all the rest of his sponk splurt and shoot down her bumcrack, splattering and covering her cornhole. The pen still quivered, unattended, embedded in her brown hole! I thought that was it, so I hurriedly put myself away and sat down, expecting their speedy emergence, but there was more. After some minutes, I heard him say, "And now are you ready to give me the extra, Teresa?" She replied, "Yes Sir. I am ready." I still didn't get up, for fear of being seen at the window, now. I waited quietly, wondering what the extra he insisted on actually was. Suddenly I heard him laugh loudly, and Mum said, "Ooohh, it's gone right in! Ooohh God, how could you?" Soon I heard her groaning again, and him slapping something. So I risked a look at the window again, and saw that Mum was leaning side on, against the wall. He was behind her, shoving his cock into her, and slapping her arse. Then I saw the worst bit. She shifted a little, and I saw his boner was right up her bum! Mum was taking the optician up the arse! So that was the "Extra" that Mum had to pay, and what the receptionist had mocked us about. He had demanded to shag my Mum up her shithole! Worse, she'd ended up agreeing to it! It was a bit sick making, to watch his enormous, veiny willy sliding into my Mum's brown bumhole, right there in the otherwise placid premises amid the quiet and unsuspecting shopping centre outside. People were probably going past outside, people who knew us, even. Friends, relatives, neighbours; all were unaware of what the local optician was doing to my Mum in there! Under theirs and my Dad's noses, was Mum's lewd affair with Mr. Miller! He had a hand round her waist, pulling her back onto him, and the other grabbing her blonde permed hair, as he crudely shoved himself up her dirtbox. He growled as he fucked her arsehole. "Hulllgh! Ullgh! Hullllgh!" "Do you like it, Teresa?" "Yes, Sir! Hooohh, Huuurrmmhh!" She was tossing her head around in joy. I didn't want to be seen if she turned this way, so I sat down again, leaving the window. I waited there, I'm not sure how long, but hearing every grunt, slap and exclamation from them was both straining on my mind and very arousing. I got hard again. I risked another look, when I heard the fucking sounds stop. Now, he was stood there, with Mum just turning round to kneel before him. She held his huge erection by the root, near his balls, and her free hand went down between her legs, rubbing herself on her hot hairy pussy. She let his foreskin roll back a bit. Then she exclaimed, "Oooooohhh!", and chuckled ripely! I couldn't be sure what I saw, with the dimmed view I had, but I thought I saw something! No! It couldn't be! Surely that wasn't a little blob of Mum's own SHIT, from her BUM, left there on his purple knob end? Surely NOT! I hoped it wasn't, because Mum just opened her lips and went, "Ooommmmmmgghhhh!", clamping them round his dick, and squeezed her cunt in deep joy! She sucked him deeply, and the sweet loving Mum I was used to certainly seemed to know how to suck a dick! He quickly tensed up, and I saw his cock thud and throb in Mum's lips. She sucked hard, swallowing deeply. He was shooting his sponk in her mouth! She moaned appreciatively, and slowly raunched her hips onto her hand, climaxing as she took his ejaculate on her tongue, with her closed lips catching every drop! I heard them cleaning themselves up, and soon they came out, with Mum looking all happy again, and even Mr. Miller had a smirk on his face! Very unusual for the patronising, stuck up bastard, except when he was around my Mum, perhaps! Mum said wasn't it nice of Mr. Miller to let her have the glasses for free! She thanked him for being so kind! I mumbled an answer when she insisted I thank him too! The black girl joked as she let us out, that Mum might want to go out the backdoor instead, and slapped Mum's bottom as she said so! Mum went red again! Mum wouldn't answer my questions about why she went off alone with Mr. Miller, and denied anything personal had happened, even berating me for suspecting so! However, at bedtime that night, I found Mum had left her used tights from that day, as if by accident, just outside my bedroom door. I took them, and during the night I wanked like crazy with them, with my dick in the toes of her nylons. I was muttering "Ohhh, Mum! Ooolla, Mum!" as the scenes of her with Mr. Miller whirled round in my mind. Yes, I wanked in a tormented frenzy into the tights that Mum had fucked the optician in, and recalled her sweating and groaning in passion! I'm sure I heard her laugh at one point, from her room, but I assumed it was just talking in her sleep, and that she couldn't have heard me. Was she teasing me on purpose? I couldn't be sure. Anyway, she never said a thing about finding her tights all thick with my sperm the next day! I've never forgotten that day. It revealed a lot about her to me, and spurred on my secret thoughts of her. Remember, out there there's more than cuckolding wives, there's cuckolding moms too! I'd be pleased to hear from anyone who's had any experience of cuckolding Moms, from either the Mom, the cuckolded Stepson, or the external lover's perspective, etc.