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My Mother, My Love

By: Obsessive_Lesbian



Cast of Characters:

Ellena Harris: Title character and Wilma's mother.

Wilma Harris: Viewpoint character and Ellena's incesbian daughter.

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I love her and I will love her forever. It isn't for her infectious beauty and luscious charm, but because of what I am when she's with me. No one is like her and no one will ever be like her. To the world, she may be one person; but to me she's the world. When I'm with her, there's nothing else for me to look at. As I hold her in my arms, she gives herself to me. And I kiss her with utmost passion, knowing that she's all mine.

Her name is Ellena Harris. I define her as the most beautiful woman in the world who gave birth to me 19 years ago. She's in her late thirties and yet her youthful appeal isn't fading a bit. Every feature of her round face is an exquisite presentation of charisma; the deep-set blue eyes with healthy lashes, the Greek nose, the full rosy lips, and the chin with shallow dimple hold an impression of its allure. The light blonde hair is combed in long layers around her face, and it runs down to her hips in graceful curls. 

She's endowed with a flawless, curvy, and full figure; it's all smooth and soft. Her symmetrically huge tits rise and fall in the rhythm of breathing. No bra smaller than 38F can fit them. Her chest converges elegantly into a slim waist, which in turn flares out at hips. They sway enticingly whenever she walks. Size 14 briefs are the snug choice for them.

I resemble my mom only if our facial features, heights, and hair color are compared. Unlike her, I'm as flat as a grown-up lanky boy. My hair isn't long and copious; I prefer to wear it in the cute, pixie style.

My dad was a handsome and energetic man. But alas! He died in a car crash. I've inherited his vim and vigor which, I must admit, are the traits of an active participant in sexual activities. After his death, mom needed someone for consolation and I was the only one who cared for her. The idea, that another man would come into her life and replace dad, anguished me a lot; my true feelings for her made me assume like that. It was true that I lusted after my own mother. The lesbian disposition led me to have carnal fantasies about her. But I could not ward off the possibility of her second marriage, if the meaning of my relationship with her was not changed.

And so, that Sunday night, I made up my mind for the adventure. The door to her bedroom was not locked. I entered it without hesitation and walked over to her bed. She lay there, sound asleep. I looked at her face. Its celestial radiance made me to reach it and finger aside some stray curls. I knew that she was nude and vulnerable under the silk top sheet. Hence, I took it off her with deliberation and joined her abed. I was sure that she was having an erotic dream; her hardened nipples and the wetness between her thighs told me the whole story. I pushed her legs to splay them and glued my mouth to her lubed pussy, savoring the most delicious juice I ever tasted. Then, I stretched her outer labia to flick my tongue on the inner cunt and located her clit. I was happy to find that it was already engorged. So, I began to suck it. Mom woke up. She moaned and called dad, imploring him to eat her more. I deduced that he was a good cunnilinguist; she had his dream obviously. I kept on holding her clit in my mouth until she convulsed and climaxed again.

I licked the girl cum off her pussy. After that, I continued to lick up her stomach and grabbed her knockers to kiss them. She reached my head and held it on the realization of mistaking me for her hubby. A look of shock stole over her beautiful face as she stared at me. At that precise moment, I chose to act fast. Hence, I seized her wrists to pin them on the mattress and took her lips for a fiery kiss. Her resistance to my assault was likely; instead, she gave in and closed her eyes. I let go of her wrists when she kissed me back. Her acceptance of my sexual advance was an incitation for me and I proceeded to lick her voluptuous body all over, paying more attention to her tits and pussy. She came for the third time as I ate her out with ache and passion.

Since then, we've been living together as partners rather than the blood relations. She's my concubine and I'm her beau. We're too pleased with each other to date a man. In order to describe our day-to-day erotic episodes, it'll be appropriate for me to portray them as a broad narrative.

We are in our bedroom. It's the very room where I seduced her for the first time. She always puts on the see-through mini dresses, but without any underclothes, because I want her to be my slut for every night. She loves my bad girl looks with T-shirts and tight leather pants. We hug each other as I take her waist and our lips meet in a crushing kiss. Her arms snake about my shoulders and we close our eyes, getting engrossed in the mutually felt warmth. I roam my hands over the curves of her back and down to her ass-cheeks. I'm tempted to knead them, for they are massive and supple like her tits.

I never hesitate to remove her close-fitting dresses before having sex. It depends on my mood whether I may get nude with her or keep myself clothed for some time. After kissing her neck and sucking her collarbones, I move my hands up to play with her melons. She raises her arms to let me fumble with her strapless top. When I was an infant, she used to uncover her tits and feed me with her milk; now, I'm the one who peels her top down to expose them.

My pussy twitches as I ogle at her tits. Without further ado, I touch and squeeze them. They are too big to be cupped. So, I pinch and pull them. The rough texture of her brown areolae provokes me to stoop. I open my mouth to take one of her nipples and hold it in suction. I press my lips together and let it slip out. Then, I move to its counterpart and suck it hard until it's released from my mouth.

I carry on sucking and licking her nipples with skillful substitution. She gets ecstatic consequently. I pat her tits, waist, and ass-cheeks. She lets me kiss her lips and I grope with her back zipper to open it. Thus, her dress goes off in two shakes.

I lead Ellena to our pillowed bed so that she may recline there. Afterward, I proceed to pat her on thighs. My touch arouses her and she parts her legs invitingly. Her gesture facilitates me to kneel between them. As I lie down beside her, she takes me into her arms and we kiss each other demandingly.

Our oral connection is broken, when I grab her tits and lick her cleavage. Then, my tongue flits on her nipples; I hang around her chest to suck, release, and retake them alternately. As a result, her face is flushed. She fingers through my short hair and, I know, she cares for me.

Her submissive consent to my sexual advance motivates me for making an erotic tour of her curvaceous body. Hence, I embark on kissing her tummy. My lips follow the trail of her linea alba until they caress on her bellybutton. It's hooded like her pussy and I love to lick it. Then, I kiss my way down to her shaved mons and lick her groins. I look up to notice that her serene eyes are fixed on me; it's the gaze brimmed with expectation that I may eat her cunt.

Teasing is a witty approach to stir a woman. Therefore, I ignore her pussy and crawl in reverse licking her legs along. She lies seemingly quiet and lets me kiss them back to her crotch. On the spur of the moment, she grabs my head. I can't laugh at her impulsivity because she squashes my face between her thighs.

My mouth and nose sink into her dripping pussy. It's the very outlet through which I was propelled 19 years ago as a newborn. The tart wetness and the pungent smell, which denote her desire, stun me in lust. I splay her sexy legs and push them until her knees are at her own chest. Then, I go down to her vaganus and slip my tongue out. I pass it up and down, licking along the insides of her ass-cheeks. She gasps as my tongue pokes into her asshole. It's clean and yet salty. So, I keep on rimming her until she chants, "Oh yeah... yeah... that's it Wilma... lick me... eat me... eat me... ooh..."

And how can I refuse her invitation while she lolls so open before me? I come up to her pussy. It's like a flower that is folded impressively over her feminine essence. I love to kiss it and suck its juice out. After licking her labia with repetitive strokes, I stretch them to probe my tongue into the inner cunt.

She moves her legs down but I hold them apart. I fuck her with my tongue until it flicks up to circumscribe her clit. My lips close about her swollen glans. Ellena hisses as I kiss it with clamorous smack. I clamp my mouth on her hood and suck it in preoccupation. While doing so, I can hear her sighs and feel her jerky moves. Hence, I resolve to finger and tickle her pussy. It's one of my tactics which sets her ablaze and she begs me to fuck her.

I make a pointing gesture and push my index finger into her cunt. It goes easy. I take it out and resume fucking her. The gentle moves of my hand grow into shoves but her orifice is much commodious for letting one finger in. That's why I keep on reinforcing the entry until I can push four fingers, all together, into her.

The fucking tempo slows down and I rotate my hand into her lubed pussy, thereby touching her G-spot. She goes delirious. I lick her clit and rub it with my thumb to drive her crazy. She yells at me, "OOH... YES... YES... YES... RIGHT THERE BABY... AAH... DON'T STOP... AAH..."

And I don't have to stop! Her pussy is sucking my fingers. They are getting soaked into her juice. I know she's about to release it. So, I take my fingers out and Lick her clit. She squeals as my lips capture her hood and I shake my head. Her body shudders for the peak pleasure and she reaches a violent climax.

Ellena gets drowsy after cumming. Her legs are still open for me. I pat her thighs and lick her spent pussy. She sighs for the sensation and reaches down to caress my hair. I keep up the good work until all the juice is wiped off her crotch. Then, I crawl above her so that she may take my lips and taste her own cum.

The kiss is broken off, because I resolve to take my toy out of the nightstand. It's a 10" strap-on with the curved and polished shaft. I always fasten it to my groins and hips after getting nude. Next, I rejoin mom to suck her tits. When her nipples harden, I roll her over and kiss her from nape to buttocks. She laughs dreamily as I lick her ass crack repeatedly. I squeeze her ass-cheeks and push them apart to expose the puckered hole. I lube it, with some licking and spitting. Then, I rise on my knees and direct the dildo for pushing it slowly into her.

Ellena cries out, tilting her head back. The dildo goes deep down her rectum. I spank her, withdraw the shaft, and push it again. She grabs the bedsheet for my assault. I repeat the maneuver, with an ongoing intensification of the tempo. The harness presses on my pussy for each thrust I make; her whole body shakes and she screams warblingly. A ripple runs through my love canal and I decide to halt this buggery. In fact, I don't want to cum before fucking her in the pussy.

Hence, I pull the dildo out of her rear and turn her on back. Naturally, she's ready for another penetration. And so, without any delay, I splay her thighs and position myself between them. The glans of my cock touches with her wet orifice and it enters her, almost immediately.

"Ah... AAH..." she moans for the blissful slide of my shaft; it's always an easy and slow entry. I keep it lodged, for a while, in her pussy. Smiling at the delighted expression on her face, I move backward to pull the thing out. She bites her lip as I push it again into her.

I carry on fucking her with perfect timing. The careful moves of my hips soon develop into shoves. She reaches up to hug me around shoulders and claws at my back. Surely, the desire is building up in her.

I take her mouth and our lips are locked into a crushing kiss. My shoves are too hard for her to keep moaning, but she can't yell until I let go of her lips. I clench my teeth and drive the shaft down to her hilt. The harness hits me on the pussy for each thrust I make. My eyes fall on her flushed face. She's absolutely seized by the extreme lust; with her eyes closed and mouth open, she shakes her head in complete abandon. It's an absolute sign that her climax will ensue shortly.

I proceed to fuck her, reaching the crescendo myself. The pleasure is shaking my vitals to the brim. I shove the dildo, with full vigor, into her. She screams and I groan. My pussy gushes forth the juice. It soaks the harness of my strap-on. At the same time, her body gets rigid in spasm and she breathes rapidly. I can tell that she's undergoing an intense climax.

Much of our vitality is drained away. Hence, I take the dildo out of her pussy and snuggle up with her.

I take her lips. She kisses me back. I look into her somnolent eyes. She blinks at me vaguely and falls asleep. I do nothing except for stroking her tits, midriff, and thighs. The feeling of her smooth skin always refreshes me. Hence, I proceed with sucking her tits and eating her pussy. When she comes, I lick the juice off her crotch voraciously.

Whatever I've narrated here can't have an end; naturally, it's not a fairy tale. Everything that goes between us is recounted, with a title, to record our routine adventures. In short, this love unites our hearts and it is an unbreakable bond. They beat together because we live for each other, today and forever.

My Mother, My Love Ch. 01



Even today I have never found anything wrong with what we did. The news howls about such things and the public outrage has forced me to bottle these memories, even though they are some of the most cherished of my life. As a way to express myself and my feelings for my first and truest love, I am writing these accounts. So, my dear mother...my first and best lover, this is for you.

Part 1. The Beginning

Everything always seemed so natural. The way my mother and I talked about things. The way she used to tease me. I just thought that's the way things were supposed to be. Not knowing what my friends talked about with their mothers behind closed doors, I thought it was natural for my mother to be asking about my "sexual maturity". Did I have girlfriends yet? Did I masturbate a lot? Even though it embarrassed me, I always answered. It never occurred to me that other mothers would never ask their sons if they masturbated. I thought it was playful the way she would always want to wrestle and the way she would wrap her legs around my waist when I had her pinned. I thought that's the way moms and sons got along. 

My first hint that something might be a little different was was when I was 18 and mom was letting me practice driving for my upcoming drivers test. My parents couldn't afford to pay for drivers ed when I was in high school, so I had to wait until I was 18 to get my license. It was summer. Dad was at work and my little brother was at Bible School Camp. Mom asked me if I wanted to go to my old High Schools parking lot and practice driving. I was in the car before she could get the keys out of her purse. My test was a week away and I wanted to get as much practice in as possible...especially parallel parking. 

I was in the driver's seat when she came out. I noticed right away that she had on a very short pair of cutoffs. She usually only wore these around the house (and coincidentally, many of the times we had wrestled), never out in public. It was a very hot Texas summer day, so I dismissed it. 

The car was a candy apple red 1965 Olds Cutlass. It had a bench seat for a front seat...a vinyl bench seat. Hot summers in Texas and vinyl seats are a recipe for disaster for fair skinned women wearing cutoff shorts. Mom found this out as soon as she hopped in the passenger side of the car. Her voice rang out with a shrill squeal as her exposed skin met the searing seat. She struggled to raise her butt off of the seat but her flat soled sandals kept slipping on the floorboard carpet, which kept her bouncing, skin to vinyl. She finally opened the passenger door and jumped out. She was swearing like a sailor. The word "fuck" must have rung out a dozen times. I don't know why, but I found it mildly arousing to hear my mother say that word. 

As she vented her verbal agony, I jumped out to see if I could help. When I got to her side of the car, I saw that she was trying to see how bad she had been burned. She couldn't twist herself around good enough for a good inspection.

"Danny, I can't see it. Tell me how bad it is. It fucking hurts like hell." She was almost in tears.

I moved for a better look and the first words out of my mouth were "Holy Shit!". The backs of her legs were as red as the Olds and looked as if they had been branded with an iron. When I told her what I was seeing she said that was exactly what it felt like.

She asked me to come back into the house to help her. I wasn't sure what I was going to help her with, but I obliged immediately. I figured the quicker we took care of her, the quicker I could drive. When we got in the house I followed her into her and my dad's room. She went to the medicine cabinet in their bathroom and came out with a bottle of aloe lotion. She handed it to me and asked if I would put lotion on the backs of her legs. I protested a little, asking why she couldn't do it. She told me that she couldn't see everywhere back there and she wanted to make sure that everything got covered because she didn't want to blister. I told her that I would. At that point, mom did something that almost made me drop the bottle she handed me. She took off her shorts right in front of me. As shocking and exciting as that was, what pushed it even further was the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Mom, what are you doing?!?" I said in a shocked, shrill voice.

"Danny the burns are not just on my legs. Settle down. You've seen my butt before". I had, but it was several years ago and I didn't know what I was looking at. 

Now, I was feeling something very different. My stomach was doing somersaults and my cock was starting to grow like a bamboo plant in time lapse.

She laid face down on the bed, her butt and burns exposed to me. I knelt beside the bed next to her, put some lotion on my hand and started to lightly massage behind her right thigh. She tensed up and jerked a bit at my first touch.

"Damn, that's cold" she hissed.

As I started to slowly massage the creamy liquid into her burn, she relaxed a bit. She also let out a small sigh. I was very thankful that I was kneeling and the bottom half of my body was hidden. The erection I had developed was painfully obvious in the athletic shorts I had chosen to wear that day.

"Make sure you get it up on the cheek too" she said, in a more quiet voice.

I slowly massaged the right cheek of my mother's ass, feeling like I was drunk. My head was spinning. She then sent me from a spin to a complete pinwheel. She spread her legs slightly revealing her beautiful pink lips and pubic hair (it was the 70's).

"You need to rub some between my legs too" she softly directed.

As I began to apply the lotion to her inner thighs, her breathing became a little more labored and she began to shift her hips as if she was trying to get more comfortable. I was almost hypnotized. I had no concept of anything around me. It was almost a shock when I heard her voice again.

"That's good, now do the other side." 

I repeated the massage I had given her burns on the right leg and butt cheek on the left side. It seemed to last forever, yet it was over in a second. I know it's hard to understand.

"Thank you for helping me with that. I feel so much better now. "she said in a relieved, yet content ton of voice. "I'm going to put on something more appropriate and we can hit the road, ok?"

"Great. I have to go to the bathroom and I'll meet you outside" I answered back.

I spun around as quickly as I could, so as not to give away the raging erection fully visible in my shorts, and headed to the bathroom. Once there, I couldn't get my cock out fast enough. I ferociously started pounding. I came in less than a couple of minutes. I was seeing spots, stars and more colors than a kaleidoscope. After a few minutes, I was finally able to gather myself enough to head out to the car.

Mom had changed into a longer pair of shorts and also brought a towel to lay down on the seat with her.

"I'm not making the same mistake twice" she giggled as she tossed me the keys.

The High School wasn't that far from our house, maybe about five minutes of driving. I should have been concentrating on the road and how I was driving. All I could think about was massaging the cheeks of Mom's ass and the way her pubic hair felt against my hands when they were between her legs. My mind was so far gone I almost blew through a stop sign. If it wasn't for an abrupt and loud "STOP SIGN!" shout from Mom, I would have t-boned a Datsun pick-up that was crossing the intersection.

"Where is your head at?" she scolded as I was yanked back into reality.

I wanted to tell her it was between her legs, but thought better of it. I just gave an oblivious shrug of my shoulders.

"You'll be retired before you ever get your license if you keep driving like that." 

Back in the real world, I steered us into the school parking lot. We went through a bunch of exercises that I would be facing on my test. We must have driven around that parking lot a hundred times over the course of an hour or so. After all of this Mom directed me to drive to the far corner of the lot. She said this would be a good place to practice parallel parking. 

I began a series of practice parking maneuvers. It was monotonous. Over and over again..park, pull out, park, pull out. One thing that struck me though is that as I was trying to perfect this skill, Mom kept putting her hand on my thigh. A couple of times I even felt her hand slip a little between my legs. My heart was starting to race a little at the feeling of her fingers against my skin. 

The distraction was immense. How in the hell was I supposed to concentrate on parking when she was doing this? I powered through, however, and did a pretty decent job. Mom even complimented me a few times how well I was doing. 

After twenty or so repeats, she finally asked "Do you think you have all of this down?"

"I think so" I replied.

"So you're ready for next week then?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

She shifted in her side of front seat so that her whole body was turned towards me.

"I think so? I guess? That doesn't sound too convincing to me." She observed. "Are you not excited to get your license?"

"Of course I am. I'm just nervous. Everyone I know that's taken their test has failed the first time. Hell, Scott has taken it three times. If he fails again he has to wait until he's twenty one." I explained. "It will be so great to be able to drive. You and dad won't have to take me to work anymore and I might be able to go on a real date."

Mom's face got a sly grin on it. 

"Aha. Now I get it. You want a license so you can impress the girls." She teased. "You are definitely your father's son".

That last comment intrigued me a bit...My father's son? Given the events of the last few hours that was such a mixed message to me. I must have had a look of some kind on my face. 

"That didn't embarrass you did it? About just wanting to impress girls?" she asked with some concern.

"Oh god no. That's actually a big part of it." I confessed.

"So what's your plan, man. Going on a date and finding a nice quiet place to park?" she inquired. "What happens after you park? What's your move?"

That question took me completely off guard and I must have looked like a deer in headlights. 

"My move? I don't know what you mean?"

She looked at me with a look of mock disbelief. "Oh please! You know what I'm talking about."

I kind of did, but was kind of embarrassed because I didn't really have a "move". 

With an exaggerated huff impatience, Mom repositioned herself on the car seat. She faced herself straight ahead, sitting stiff with her arms down her sides. She looked like a mannequin.

"I'm your date." She started. "We're parked. What are you going to do with me now?"

"Mom this is silly. I'm not going to pretend you're my date." I lightly protested.

"Why not? Am I not pretty enough to be your date?" she asked

"Of course not..err..Of course." I stammered. It's just that....that...well you're old enough to be my mom..MOM." I replied, exaggerating the last MOM sarcastically.

It was just like Mom. She treated these kinds of interactions between us as if they were as normal as breathing oxygen. It was one of the many things I loved about her, but at the same time one of those things that left the angel and devil on my shoulders in a constant battle. So many times in the past she made these kinds of comments. Even those times we would wrestle, before she would wrap her legs around me she would say "now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me". Many times at night after my brother and dad had gone to bed, it would be just her and I on the couch watching TV. She would always ask me if I wanted to make out. 

All those times I thought she was just playing around. Today was making me rethink everything. Her insistence that I massage lotion onto her ass; the way she was touching my leg; the way she was talking to me now, all had me wondering if she was kidding with me all this time. I made what was probably the first major decision of my young adult life. I decided I was going to play right along with her. I was going to call her bluff or whatever you want to call it.

"Now who's being silly?" she fired back at me. "Come on. If you're going to be the stud with the car, you have to know how to move in it. Now show me what you got."

I took a breath and started to slide across the vinyl seat towards her. Now she was the one with the deer in the headlights look on her face. My first thought was "Oh shit. She was kidding and I'm scaring the fuck out of her". That look, however, softened into one of anticipation. 

I was now snuggled right up against her. I slipped my right arm behind her head along the back of the seat. Slowly, I moved my head towards hers. I was ready to pull back at the first sign of resistance. No resistance came.

Our mouths were less than an inch apart. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. She let out a very low, and primal moan as we came together. That first kiss was like my very first kiss. So soft at first, she slowly opened her mouth. Mine followed her lead. Her tongue glided across my bottom lip and began to tentatively explore. She brought her hands up to my face and pulled me closer.

In my life at that time, I could count on one hand the total number of girls I had French kissed. It was even a lesser number of girls that I had actually made out with. Now, here I was, sharing the most passionate kiss of my life with my mother. 

My mind was a cacophony of white noise. I was lost in that moment so deeply it didn't immediately register that Mom had removed her right hand from my face and was now massaging the throbbing erection I had developed through my athletic shorts. It was only when I felt her hand on the bare skin of my stomach, under my tee shirt, that I became aware that anything outside of our kissing was happening.

The muscles in my stomach twitched at her touch. Tingles and fire raced through my veins as her hand glided slowly past the elastic waistband of my shorts and her fingertips made their first contact with the tip of my cock. With our lips in full lock, the breathing through our noses was becoming rapid and more audible. 

Her hand continued the journey down my shaft. Nothing about my respiration or heartbeat was normal at this point. I felt the warmth of her skin gently squeezing my balls. 

At that point she looped her thumb around the top of my shorts and began to slide them down. I lifted my butt off of the seat so she could get them down past my hips. She stopped just as my aching member was free from its cotton and polyester confines. 

Our lips had not separated this whole time, and continued to feel welded together with molten passion.

Mom softly wrapped her hand around the diamond cutter that was my cock. She then started to slowly stroke and masturbate me. Her moans and sighs told me she was reveling in all of this. They also continued to drive me towards something I had never had; an orgasm that wasn't induced by me. After a couple of minutes, I could feel the pressure building with the impending eruption. Only then did Mom pull her lips from mine.

"Is it coming?" she whispered huskily, as her strokes quickened with more purpose.

"Oh god yes" was all I could reply.

I exploded with a force measurable by seismograph. My body twitched and jerked as if getting hit with bolts of lightning.

Mom just kept whispering over and over again "that's it baby, that's it".

As the earthquake subsided, I slouched into the vinyl bench seat as if I had been drained of all blood and energy. Mom laid her head on my shoulders. Her hand continued to massage my cock, working the warm results of her work into my skin.

"I love you Danny." She said quietly. "Don't ever think that this is wrong. In our hearts, this is the most right thing in the world." She turned my head to face her and kissed me lightly on the lips.

Mom then pulled the towel she had put between her and the seat and proceeded to wipe me clean.

"I'm glad I brought this" she commented, nodding towards the towel.

Noticing that I was still somewhat dazed, she asked if I was alright to drive home. I told her I was. With that, she gave me another kiss.

"Then we'd better get home. You're brother is going to be there soon."

We drove home with mom snuggled next to me like a girlfriend. It was the beginning of something very special.



My Mother, My Love Ch. 02



In the days and weeks following the special driving lesson my mother gave me, my mind was a swirl of thoughts and a ball of confusion. What had happened between her and I was the most intense and exciting sexual experiences of my eighteen years of life and five plus years of masturbation. My brain told me that what happened shouldn't have happened. My heart told me that I should cherish and embrace the experience. I won't even begin to describe what my cock was telling me.

Mom had not brought up what we had done. In fact, she acted as if nothing even happened. She went about her daily chores and tasks just as she had done every day during the summers. She still teased me the way she always did. She still asked me personal questions about girlfriends . 

One part of our usual interactions did change. That was our occasional wrestling matches. Unlike all of those times before, as soon as I'd feel her arms come around from behind me and feel her breasts press against my back my cock would start to grow. I wasn't so "careful" where my hands went. I would even let her pin me from time to time so she could rest on top of my throbbing erection. I know she had to feel it. There were even times when I could swear that she actually thrust her hips a few times. The times that I would pin her, rather than the "traditional pin" in which I my knees would be even with her hips so that I had the leverage to keep her arms and hands secured, I would sit almost on top of her thighs. This way I would have to lean closer to her, my chest against hers. I would lower my face to hers...only an inch or so apart. She would then whisper those words, "Now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me".

It had been a few weeks since the most intense orgasm of my life. My dad was getting ready to go out of town for a convention in Kansas City. The night before he left he was talking about some yard chores he wanted me to do while he was away for the week. As he was finishing the "to do" list, he looked at me with a very stern look.

"I don't want to hear about any funny business while I'm gone." He said in a very authoritative tone.

My bowels turned to water. He fucking found out about what happened. Did Mom tell him? Hell, did somebody see us in the parking lot that day? Is that why Mom was pretending nothing ever happened?

"Funny business?" inquired in a voice that was about an octave higher than usual.

"I don't want you taking advantage of your mother" he continued, his voice growing ever more firm. "I know you think that just because I'm away you can sneak out with the car or hit the liquor cabinet. I don't want to hear about any of that."

My face must have been revealing something because he finished his directives with "I can tell you had something like that on your mind. I can tell by the look on your face". With that he gave me a light pat on the cheek.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed so that I could get my heart rate down.

For the next couple of nights my sleep was seriously disrupted. I was having dreams that would wake me up, either in the grip of panic after dreaming that my dad or someone else found us out about what had happened; or in the throes of an intense orgasm after dreaming that Mom and I were gaining some higher carnal education of each other. 

One thing Mom had done every night for as long as I could remember was come into my room to give me a kiss on the forehead on her way to bed. Most nights I was already asleep when she conducted this ritual. The third night of my dad being away, I had awoken at the sound of Mom opening my bedroom door. I had been having one of the "bad dreams" so I was a little on the "disturbed" side. I pretended to be asleep when mom came over to the bed. She bent over and kissed me on the forehead as she always did. Then, she slid my bed covers down to just at my thighs. She slowly slid her hand past the waistband of my underwear and let her fingers glide briefly over my flaccid cock. I just laid there, eyes closed, as she removed her hand and slowly slid the covers back over me.

The next day, I spent the whole day replaying the previous night in my head. Why did she slide her hand down there? Why did she remove it? For an eighteen year old that was just a couple of months away from heading to college, I felt like such a dumb ass. I didn't know the answers to anything. Mom did her usual thing. She pretended that everything between us was as it had always been for the first eighteen years.

That night, I thought I'd up the ante a bit. I went to bed at my usual time. I didn't want to let on that I knew anything might be up. Rather than try and go to sleep when I got to bed, I spent the time playing with myself. I was imagining what Mom and I had done in the car that day. I was imagining what other things we could be doing. I had worked up a diamond cutter of an erection when I heard her starting to turn out the lights and check the door locks. I slid my underwear down just a bit so that the head of my cock was sticking out of the top of the waistband.

Like the previous night, Mom came in and kissed me on the forehead. Like the previous night she slowly pulled the covers down. Her soft hand touched my stomach, just under my belly button and slowly moved towards my shorts. I felt the side of her hand connect with the head of my erection. I thought I heard her breath catch in her throat a bit. She let her fingers move over the length of my shaft, slowly pushing the front part of my shorts down past my balls. Softly and deliberately, she began to caress back and forth. Not jacking me off, just lightly brushing. I could hear her body shift against the side of my bed as she went down to her knees. 

I deserved an Oscar for the sleep acting I was doing. It was damn near impossible to lay still or make no sounds at all while all of this was happening in the dark. Her soft caress had become a lightly held grip on my cock. I felt the bed begin to shake lightly. I also heard a wet, almost slurping kind of sound. As the seconds went by, I could tell her breathing was getting more rapid. The speed of the wet slurping became quicker and more intense. I could smell her as well. It was the first strong scent of a woman I had ever experienced. With the exception of sight and taste, all of my senses were being driven to overload. I began to feel the first build up of an orgasm inside of me when I felt Mom's grip on my member tighten and her breathing becoming almost hyperventilation. She began to twitch and shake uncontrollably. After what seemed like forever, Mom settled. She released her grip of my still throbbing cock. Her body fell against the side of my bed. Her head dropped next to my right hip.

I was thinking about what I should do. I wanted to touch her but I was afraid that if I blew my cover (no pun intended) she would get upset and all hopes and desires of furthering what was developing between us would come to an end. My desire, however, fueled my boldness. I reached my hand out and lightly touched her on the top of her silky, blond head. Mom jumped as if she had been hit by a bolt of lightning.

"Mom, can I see you?" I whispered.

"What are you talking about Danny?" she mumbled back.

"I've been awake the whole time. I really want to look at you"

I rolled over and turned on the bedside lamp. Her face was flushed. It stood out so bright against her long blond hair and the white nightgown she was wearing. I couldn't tell if she was angry, embarrassed or both.

"I'm sorry that I pretended to be asleep" I said sheepishly, trying to get an idea of her mood. "I wasn't sure what was going on and I was afraid you would stop if I wasn't sleeping."

Her look to me was a look of shame. It was the last thing I wanted her to feel.

"Mom, I think it is really good for me what you are doing. You don't know how special you made me feel that day in the car." I continued "What you're doing in my room now makes me feel like you're teaching me something important. "

Her look started to change from one of shame to a look of something completely different....was it a look of pride? 

I pressed on "All I've ever known about women I've learned from you, Mom. All of my friends talk about the girls they have messed around with and they make it all sound so dirty. I never feel dirty around you. I feel happy that you love me the way you do."

Her look became, what can best be described as...sultry. Without saying a word, she climbed up onto the bed. She reached down and grabbed the bottoms of my shorts and slowly pulled them off of me. She then pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her completely naked body. It had been years since I had seen mom nude. The last time I remember was when I was 5 or 6 and I took a bath with her. The vision of her made my breath catch in my throat. Her breasts were never that big, but the last time I saw them I didn't look at them with the same thing in mind that I had now. My eyes wandered down her body. Her pussy was very hairy (it was the 70's, after all) but not wild. The blonde pubic hair almost disappeared on her white skin.

Mom moved up and straddled herself right above my knees. She lightly and gently grabbed my hand and pulled it to her. She guided it between her legs then pressed it against her hot, creamy wetness. She held it there for a few seconds. Her other hand reached down and slowly wrapped around my now throbbing cock. 

She began to rock her hips back and forth against my hand. Her juices ran down my fingers, into my palm. She also began to slowly stroke me. I reached out my other hand and put it on her leg and let it slowly glide up her thigh, past her stomach and to her breast. Not having much experience, all I did was leave it there and squeeze it a little. That must have been a good thing to do because mom let out a very low growl. 

The rocking stopped for a second. 

Mom took my hand and pushed my ring finger and pinky to my palm, leaving only my middle finger and index finger extended. She then slowly guided them inside of her. I thought my head (actually both heads) was going to explode. I had never had my fingers inside a woman's (or girl's) pussy. It was so hot and smooth. I couldn't believe how it felt. She was slowly moving my fingers in and out of her. She continued stroking my cock. 

Everything started moving faster. Her ramming my fingers inside of her sounded exactly like her pussy sounded when she masturbated beside my bed. Her breathing was getting louder and more rapid. This time she wasn't worried about waking me so her moans were very clear to me. 

I felt my cock start to stiffen with my coming orgasm. Mom must have felt this too because she started whispering for me to come. She wanted to feel it on her this time. She stopped fucking herself with my fingers and concentrated on me. 

She leaned closer to my cock, with her breasts right over it. When I exploded, my cum painted her beautiful breasts. She just kept pumping me and I couldn't stop. 

My body was shaking uncontrollable. She was in a frenzy. She grabbed my fingers again and plunged them inside her. Pushing them in deeper and harder than before. 

She was whispering loudly "oh god" over and over again.

I felt the shaking start inside of her with my fingers. It quickly spread throughout the rest of her. My bed began shaking as well. Her head was tossing around and throwing her hair into her face and mine.

As the shaking subsided, she crawled up and curled her body on top of mine. Her knees were at my hips. Her face was buried in my shoulder. Her hair draped over my cheek.

We both just laid there for a minute. She then raised her head and gave me a very soft kiss on my lips. She slid off of me and got off of the bed. Standing next to it, she slid her gown back over her head. She handed me my shorts, turned off my nightstand light and gave me another kiss. This one was a little harder and she let her tongue slip between my lips slightly.

"I love you. Sweet dreams." Was all she said as she left my bedroom.



My Mother My Lover



I always thought my mom was a pretty good looking woman just comparing her to her friends and other women that I knew but I never thought about her in a sexual way, even a little bit until an incidence that happened last year.

I was out on a date on Friday night, with my girlfriend Janet. We'd been going out for awhile but it seemed to me that she was about to dump me, but in the meantime I was going to make the best of it. We'd gone out to a movie that night and we'd come back to my house for awhile. 

We were sitting out on the porch, sitting in the swing, just rocking back and forth and talking. Janet seemed to be in a pretty good mood for a change, all the beer we'd snuck into the movies probably had a little to do with it. 

As we sat there, I put my arm around her, and I was slowly moving my hand down her arm, inching ever so close to her breasts. She never had any real sex with me, but a couple of times she'd let me stick my hand down her dress and feel her up, and one time she'd even played with my cock through my pants.

But tonight Janet was leaning real close, with her hand laying on my thigh, maybe it was my imagination but I thought her hand was creeping up my leg. If it was my imagination, I was sure enjoying it. I slid my hand down around Janet's waist and started to stroke her side and pull her closer and closer. I was a little drunk myself, because I felt myself getting bolder than I would've imagined.

I brought my hand up and quickly filled it with her more than ample breast. I pulled her close and laid the most passion- ate kiss I could manage on her. I whispered in her ear that I wanted to make love to her, right here on the porch, all the while squeezing her breast and fondling her nipple through her clothes.

She looked at me kind of quizzically at first then she grabbed my head and pulled me close for a passionate kiss of her own. Her tongue found her way into my mouth and I remember wondering if that meant she'd said 'yes'.

I threw all caution to the wind after that, I brought my other hand up between her legs and started to push it against her pussy. She was wearing jeans and a pullover shirt so I ran my hands up the back of her shirt and loosened her bra, it came off and was quickly deposited on the swing next to her. Now I fondled and squeezed her bare breasts under her shirt. She had awesome tits and her nipples were getting very big and very hard.

Our house had a lot of big trees in the front yard covering the view so I wasn't very concerned about being seen from the street. You practically had to get right up on the steps to see anything, especially in the dark. So I immediately threw myself into the situation, determined to finally get into Janet's pants for real, and not with my just my hand. 

I pulled up her shirt to expose her breasts and they were even more impressive than I had thought. My tongue quickly found a hard nipple as I teased her, biting it and sucking it wetly into my mouth. Janet pulled me against her and in a rough whisper begged me to play with her pussy.

Well who was I to disregard such a beautiful girl's request. But I tried a different tack than I probably normally would have. I pulled her hard nipple from my mouth and told to unbutton her pants for me. I wanted her to show me her pussy, I was going to make her work a little for what she wanted.

Shockingly, it worked. Her hands eagerly undid the button on her jeans. I told her to lower her pants around her ankles so I could get a good look at her, and her pants quickly joined her bra on the swing beside her. I reached down with one hand and moved one hand slowly up her inner thigh, I could feel the heat coming from her pussy as I drew closer and closer. I came into contact with her silky panties and I cupped the cleavage between her legs with my hand, just like I'd done before, but this time there were no jeans between me and her pussy.

I moved her panties to the side and my finger found her slit, it was wet and hot and I couldn't believe how turned on she was. Slowly I ran my finger up and down the swelling lips of her pussy, teasing her, slipping my finger a little deeper every time I moved it up and down. She begged me to stick it in and finger fuck her. Who was I to argue with a request like that. 

My finger sank into her wet pussy slow and deep. Janet gave off a deep, growly moan and pulled me closer. I started to move my finger in and out of her tight cunt. I moved my lips back down to her breasts and continued to bite and lick her nipples while my fingers slid into her moist pussy. I was really enjoying myself but I suddenly decided that I wanted more. After all, this might not ever happen again with Janet and I definitely wanted to get my tongue on her hot pussy while I still had the chance.

I pulled my finger from her cunt and she quickly begged to keep finger fucking her, that she was almost ready to cum. So I dropped to my knees and leaned close between her legs, the smell of her turned on pussy was overwhelming. I leaned closer, pulled her panties back to the side and then my tongue was running up and down her lips where my fingers had been only moments ago. I couldn't believe how turned on Janet was, her pussy was practically dripping wetness down her thighs, and in only a few minutes of eating her cunt, my face was completely soaked. I pressed my face tighter against pussylips, licking and nibbling her clit. I'd seen enough PentHouse magazines to to know about a women's clit, in fact most of what I knew about sex came from PentHouse magazine. I was determined for a little field maneuvers to test my theoretical knowledge.

My theoretical knowledge seemed to be holding up so far. Janet had her hands on the back of my head now and was pressing my face against her hot pussy as I licked and sucked her. She started to thrust her hips back and forth and I realized that she was coming. I pushed my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could pressing against her clit and she bucked against me on the swing.

She held me tight and then finally, she relaxed back into the swing released her grip on my head. I moved up and sat down next to her, caressing her breasts and stroking her hair. She leaned against me, completely limp, her heavy breathing was about the only movement she made.

She suddenly looked up and gave me kiss on the cheek and said that that had really felt great. I was still feeling bold so I took her hand and brought it down and pressed it against the bulge in the front of my pants. Then I told her it was her turn to make me feel good as I ground my crotch into her hand. 

She gave me a curious look as if she was trying to decide what to do, then she slowly reached up and slid down the zipper to my jeans. I closed my eyes as her hand snaked into my pants and came to rest on my hard, throbbing cock, still trapped inside my jockey shorts. I gave a little grunt as her hand squeezed my hard cock, and then she pulled it quickly out of my pants and out into the open.

She leaned over and looked at it closer, cooing and giggling at how hard it was. Of course it was hard! She was the first girl who had ever played with my cock much less seen it hard and out in the open. Her hand slowly moved up and down the shaft as she whispered in my ear about how hard it was and how she didn't realize how big my cock was.

My cock wasn't that big, but I was bigger than most of the guys in gym class, but I never really thought about it being big. Her telling me how big my cock was returned a little of the boldness I'd had earlier. I knew what I wanted, so I put my hand on the back of her head and slowly pushed her down towards my cock. She hesitated for a bit, maybe she thought I'd settle for a hand-job, but my cock had felt my own hand too many times to ignore a situation like this.

So I told her I'd gotten too hot licking her pussy and now I needed a little relief of my own. She was leaning over now, just inches from my cock, so I lifted my hips off of the swing and slowly pushed the head of my cock between her lips. 

Apparently she only needed a little encouragement because she quickly sucked the rest of my hard rod into her mouth. I was already turned on enough by eating her cunt but her slurping, smacking noises on my cock were really getting me hot and I knew it would only take a few minutes before I shot my load down her throat.

Now Janet was bobbing her head up and down on my cock, sucking me into her mouth and running her tongue over my shaft. My cock was really throbbing now as Janet leaned over my lap and sucked my cock. I leaned back into the porch swing and enjoyed the sensation she was giving me. I felt my balls start to tighten and I knew I was going to cum. I told Janet I was going to cum and she squeeze my balls roughly and held my cock deep into her mouth. My cock twitched and my first load of cum landed in Janet's mouth. She jerked her beautiful head back as the first spurts of sperm went into her mouth. And in doing so received several shots of cum on the front of her shirt, before taking my cock back into her mouth, and licking up my remaining spurts of jism. Wow!

Now it was my turn to collapse against the swing. After a few minutes my head cleared and I sat back up to compose myself. But suddenly I got a real shock.... I saw my mother's face silhouetted in the dark front room window. I don't know how long she'd been there, but there was no way she could miss my cum covered cock hanging out in the open, with Janet sitting next to me in her panties, her hand still playing with my cock.

I sneaked another look toward the dark window and she was gone.... I was sure I'd seen her there, I wasn't THAT blown away by having my cock sucked. I quickly tucked my cock back into my pants and helped Janet back into her pants. She only lived a couple of blocks away so she said goodnight and headed off down the street.

Hesitantly I walked into the house, but everything was quiet. I sneaked upstairs and looked into my mother's room but it was dark there also, she seemed to be sound asleep. It didn't take too long to convince myself I was seeing things and I quickly forgot about the incident the next day. Not Janet mind you, I couldn't forget my first blow job and I was determined to repeat our performance of last night as soon as possible.

Janet went to the lake with her parents that weekend so I didn't see her again till Monday. She agreed to go out with me and we went to the movies again. But this time we didn't take any beer along with us. After the movie things progressed as I wanted and we ended up on my porch swing again.

But when I reached over to stroke Janet's breasts, she moved my hand away. I pulled her hand over to my cock, which was nice and hard in my pants in preparation for what I thought was to come. Janet pulled her hand away and said she didn't want to do that again, she said she'd had too much to drink before and that we shouldn't have done what we did. She jumped up and disappeared down the street, leaving me with a throbbing hard-on and empty hands.

So I dejectedly walked into my house and headed upstairs. My mother had already gone to bed so it was quiet. I quickly jumped into bed and tried to sleep, but my still hard cock was going to make things very hard for me to sleep.

I don't know how long it took me but eventually I drifted off to sleep. Sometime later in the night I stirred in bed. I thought I was having an erotic dream, dreaming about Janet going down on my cock again, I started to move my hips back and forth, driving my cock into her warm mouth again and again. But I suddenly realized that I wasn't dreaming, I was awake and someone actually was sucking on my cock.

I felt in the darkness and realized again that the body that was leaning over my bed, the mouth that was stroking up and down on my cock, could only belong to one person, and that person was my mother.

I started to get up but my mom only pushed me back down on the bed again. Then she moved up to sit beside me and kept her mouth moving on my cock. My cock was solid rock, the thought of my mother giving me head had jarred something in me and I let loose a tremendous load of come into her mouth. I thrust my hips up and buried my cock all the way between her lips until my stomach was pressing against her chin and emptied the rest of my cum down her throat.

It was all I could do to stay conscious, I slumped back on the bed and practically collapsed. Then my mom moved up and lay down beside me and pulled me close. She told me about how she had heard me and Janet on the porch last Friday, she didn't mean to snoop on us but when she saw Janet sucking and licking my cock she couldn't take her eyes off of us. In fact she had seen almost the whole incident and she admitted to me that she had played with her pussy the whole time she was watch- ing me get my cock sucked. She said that she knew this was wrong, but that she couldn't think of anything else since that moment.

She took my hand and moved it between her legs and I could she was as wet and hot as Janet had been the other night. Then my mother told me how horny she had been lately and that she couldn't help herself tonight. She'd waited downstairs again tonight and she'd seen Janet run off leaving me and my hard cock waiting on the porch. So she had quickly run upstairs and jumped into bed so I wouldn't find out she'd been spying on me.

She still had my hand and was running it up and down her pussy. She was really wet and her pussy lips were really big and meaty. Then my mom leaned over and kissed me and asked me if I would eat her pussy like I'd eaten Janet's pussy. 

I didn't have to think very long to decide what to do. I think my cock had a mind of it's own so I moved down to the end of the bed and slid between my mom's legs. She spread her knees wide and I had complete access to her hot, wet pussy. The light from the pole in the back yard was casting shadows throughout my room so I could see pretty well. I leaned down and ran my tongue up the inside of my mom's thighs. Her skin was silky and smooth and I continued my track up her leg and towards her wet pussy. I kept my tongue running up her slit and then I sucked her clit into my mouth. 

She let out a groan and pushed her hips off of the bed and pressed her pussy further into my face. I pressed her down again and started a wet, slippery assault on her sopping cunt. I sucked each of her cuntlips into my mouth and nibbled on them one at a time. Her hips continue to bounce back and forth under me and I started to drive my tongue deep into her pussy as far as I could go.

I was really enjoying eating my mom's pussy but I wanted to try something a little different. I pulled her up as she started to protest but I quickly lay on my back and pulled her over me. I told her I wanted to her ride my face, so she moved her hips over me and then I felt her pussy sliding over my chin. As her cunt passed over my mouth I stuck out my tongue and parted her cream covered lips.

When she came she practically smothered me, pressing her body down on my face as I forced my tongue as far into hot pussy as I could. I felt her body spasm again and again as she came, my tongue still deep in her cunt.

She finally stopped coming and then fell back on my body with her legs spread around my head. Her pussy was still lewdly close to my face and I could only think of how good she had tasted. Mom rolled off of me, with her face close to my cock she lay in the dark, breathing heavily and playing with my hardening cock.

She moved her hands up my body and then turned around till she was laying next to me, my arms quickly took her in and we kissed with a passion I didn't know could be found. She looked at me and told me she wanted me to fuck her. She begged me to stick my cock into and fill her pussy with cum.

Her lewd talk had spurred my cock to complete hardness and I pulled her on top of me. I asked her to reach down and put my cock into her pussy for me. I felt her hand move down my body and quickly grip my cock, rubbing it against her body as she moved her hips over it. Then I closed my eyes and felt her pussy pressing against the head of my cock. I groaned as her tight cunt slipped over my cock and pressed downward until I was completely encompassed by her silky pussy. I'd never had my cock in any woman before and I was in seventh heaven. 

Then my mother started to move her hips back and forth, not really moving up and down, but rather back and forth in a way that caused my cock to slide slowly in and out of her cunt. I could feel her muscles gripping my cock tightly as she moved over me. Her movements increased slowly, until she was lifting her hips off of me and driving my cock into her pussy every time she thrust against me, and whispering in my ear how big my cock felt and how much it filled her pussy. She begged me to fuck her, to fill her with come. 

I didn't realize my mother could be like this and it really turned me on. Keeping her impaled on my hard cock, I rolled her over beneath me and said that it was time for me to fuck her. She begged for my cock again and I pulled out until just my cock head was trapped between the tight lips of her cunt. Then I slid it deep into her as she let out a breathy moan as my cock filled her tight pussy completely.

Now I was really turned on and I started to fuck her with abandon, driving my cock into her with deep hard strokes while she hung on with her arms around my neck, urging me on. I could feel her start to come as she gripped my body and hung on to me tightly as ripple after ripple shook her body. As she clung to me in the last spasm of her orgasm I felt my cock serge and I could hold back no more. I thrust deep into her and the cum erupted from my balls with an excitement I'd never realized before. Again and again strings of cum shot from my cock as I filled her cunt with a full load of juice. 

I collapsed on top of her this time, completely exhausted. After a few minutes I rolled over on my back and we both lay in bed, breathing heavily, unable to get enough breath to even speak.

We both fell asleep that way, completely spent and wrapped in each other's arm. My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was how lucky I was to be living with such a sexy, wonderful woman. I guess mother's were good for something else besides laundry and making dinner. I sure know differently now!



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 01



This story is concerned with mother/son incest. If this subject offends you, please read no further. All the characters in this story are aged 18 years or over at the relevant times.

I would like to thank Hatsuda for his advice and assistance with editing -- and for giving me the confidence to continue writing.

WARNING

Please note that this story carries very little, if any, overt sexual activity. It is very much more concerned with setting the scene for what follows. But Chapter 2 is more graphic, and will be coming very soon (so to speak). 

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I had been aware that my parents' marriage had difficulties even when I was quite young. Visiting friends' houses, I could see that they were the generally positive and cheerful. That's not to say that I felt any real sense of conflict at home, more that the environment sometimes seemed to be a bit strained and a little uneasy.

My parents, in particular my mother, were very supportive and caring, at least in my younger years. Things changed later, and not for the better. My father, Denzel J Mason, was a successful lawyer, a hard man who grew more arrogant as he became more successful. He spent increasing amounts of time away from home, which led to some friction with my Mum, Carole.

I have always seen Mum as a stunningly beautiful woman. She had married Dad when she was only 16; a shotgun wedding, and I was born four months later. She was always warm and caring towards me, but I sometimes got the impression that she didn't really understand how to be a mum and that she was a little uncomfortable with childish behaviour.

Physically, Mum was quite tall, about 5'8", with a perfectly proportioned body and weighed about 140 lbs. 36C breasts held high on a firm rib cage with a waist that tapered to delightfully flared hips and a very sexy bum. Then legs that didn't quit, strong and well shaped. She had long, thick, soft dark brown hair with deep red highlights when seen in a particular light and she always seemed to wear it up in a French roll; I rarely saw her with it down below her shoulders. Deep, rich brown radiant eyes that a man could almost drown in, although they not infrequently seemed to hold a tinge of sadness. Her eyes were set in an oval face that was unusually symmetrical, and I always thought there was a vague similarity to Julia Roberts at her best.

But more than that, Mum was elegant. She carried herself with a natural grace and poise and seemed to glide across a floor. She always dressed well and was well groomed, apart from day-to-day domesticity, when jeans and a tee shirt sufficed. Even then, she looked gorgeous. Mum had a beautiful rich, deep velvety voice which I found both soothing and stimulating, and I can't remember any occasion when she was directly critical of or angry with me.

As I moved into my teenage years, she became my gold standard for female desirability and she figured increasingly strongly in my masturbation fantasies. I never got to see her naked, but once or twice I had caught a glimpse of her in bra and panties; she only ever wore fine lingerie and I had seen the shadow of her nipples and the suggestion of a brown muff which kept my right hand busy for days.

Neither my mother nor father was socially minded. They attended business dinners and cocktail parties, and I was blessed (or cursed) with a succession of babysitters, none of whom I really remember now, and by about age 14 I was deemed able to look after myself. But there was rarely any entertaining at home, and I was banished to my room on the rare occasions that that happened. Our home was an old two-storey late-Victorian place that Dad had picked up for a song from a deceased estate, although Mum later told me that she was none too convinced of the legitimacy of the deal. It was full of heavy furniture and drapes that Dad seemed to prefer, although that caused Mum ongoing problems to keep clean, even when we had someone to clean the house regularly.

Mum was a very smart woman who had put herself through college, much to Dad's disapproval, I believe. She had become an accountant and later a senior financial officer in a government department.

By around my 16th birthday, there had been a shift in our internal family politics. Dad was spending even more time away, and I knew that Mum had become quite lonely and isolated. I had also seen a hint of sadness in her lovely eyes when she thought I wasn't looking. So I deliberately set out to provide her with some degree of intellectual companionship. We would sit down after a meal and talk about anything and everything.

At first, Mum seemed to find this odd, and asked me if I wouldn't prefer to be with people of my own age. However, I persisted, and we became comfortable with each other; I was able to tease her very gently and challenge her respectfully about some of her ideas. But never about money -- Mum was absolutely on the ball about anything with a dollar sign in front of it.

I was surprised, however, about her understanding -- or lack of it - about human relationships. She seemed to be naïve to the point of ignorance about how people felt about each other. Once or twice I tried to explore her relationship with Dad, but Mum wouldn't be drawn and always answered in a vague non-committal way. I was curious about why I never had a brother or sister, but I later learned that Mum had fallen pregnant a few years after I was born. However, the baby was stillborn, and both Dad, but more particularly, Mum went through a very bad time. As a result, Dad insisted that Mum should have her tubes tied, and at that time, Mum agreed as she didn't want to go through that trauma again. However, I suspect that the real reason was that Dad didn't want any more infants getting under his feet. Not a naturally enthusiastic father.

I did learn a little about Mum's family. Her father had been a strict disciplinarian and her mother had been a timid nonentity who had died shortly after the birth of my mother's younger sister, always known in the family as "Dee-Dee". They had an older brother, Donny, five years older than Mum who had been a sort of substitute parent and mentor for Mum. Her father died when I was about five years old; I didn't remember anything about him and Mum rarely mentioned him.

In retrospect, I can see that Mum came to rely more and more on me for support and intellectual stimulation. This came to a watershed just after I turned eighteen, and Uncle Donny was killed in a car accident. Mum was devastated and insisted that she should go to the funeral although it was at short notice and interstate. Mum naturally asked dad to go with her, but he refused point blank. "Carole, I'm in the middle of an important case and I don't have the time."

"But Den, he's my only brother and I loved him so much," she sobbed.

"Look, Carole, I thought I made myself plain. I'm not going -- if you want to be present, you're quite capable of going by yourself," upon which he turned and left the room.

I had been present during this exchange, and it was very clear that Mum was deeply distressed. I moved over to where she was standing, sobbing and shaking, and took her in my arms, making soothing, comforting noises and rubbing her back very gently.

"Mum, I would be only too happy to go with you to Uncle Donny's funeral. From what little I saw of him, I liked him, but I do know how important he was to you. I'll go with you; you can cry on my shoulder, and I'll take a good supply of clean handkerchiefs."

Mum looked up at me through her tears and gave me a watery smile. "Jesse, that is so sweet of you. If you're really sure, I'll take you up on that. Thank you so much."

"Okay, Mum, you book the tickets and I'll be your escort. Do you expect to stay overnight?" I asked with some sort of adolescent fantasy about sharing a bed with her.

"No, honey, we'll get the red eye in the morning and back on the last flight. It'll be a very tiring day, but at least we should sleep well that night."

Dad merely huffed and grunted when I told him -- he simply had no interest in the matter.

Mum and I left by taxi at an obscenely early hour two days later. She was dressed in a dark charcoal grey suit with a dark blue ruffle at her neck and a black hat. She hardly spoke at all during the flight, and as we were rather early, we had a light breakfast at the airport. Mum told me more about Uncle Donny, how he had always stood up for her when they were kids, but still expected her to toe the line and behave as a "proper young lady". Which she did, as Uncle Donny was so kind and caring, although her pregnancy had come as a shock to the whole family, Mum not least of all. Now Donny was gone, and I understood that she had no-one else to turn to in an emergency.

We got a taxi to the funeral home for a service, of sorts, and a cremation with light refreshments afterwards, and I found myself talking to my Aunt Dee-Dee. She took me to one side with a look of concern on her face, "Jesse, I don't know if you realise how much your mother depended on Donny. Now she has no-one she can really confide in."

"Yes, but she has Dad, Aunt Dee-Dee," I suggested.

A shadow passed over my aunt's face. "I have to be so careful, Jesse, because I know he's your father and you love him, but he's not, well, shall we say, the most simpatico of people, even to those close to him."

I knew it to be true, the fact that he had rejected Mum's pleas to come today was evidence of this. But the knowledge gave me no pleasure. "Well, Aunt Dee-Dee, even though I'm only eighteen, I can assure you that Mum can rely on me, and I will support her in any way I can," I affirmed with the unquenchable certainty of youth.

"Thank you, honey," my aunt replied smiling, and we went our separate ways.

Mum was quiet and pale on the journey home, withdrawing into her own thoughts, but as we came through the front door of our house, she burst into a torrent of tears, sobbing, "Oh god, I miss him so."

As I might have guessed, Dad wasn't home, so I took Mum in my arms and tried to comfort her, stroking her back, kissing the tears as they fell from her eyes, and making little soothing noises in her ear. "Mum, I know there aren't any words that will take the pain away, but just know that I'm here for you and will do whatever I can to help."

Mum looked at me through her tears and tried to smile. "Thank you, sweetheart -- you'll never know how important that is to me," and she kissed me softly and briefly on my lips. "Now I'm going to bed, and I'll sleep for as long as I need to;" she stroked my cheek lightly with a warm soft hand, and was gone.

After this, Mum and my relationship strengthened and she confided more in me, her confidence growing as she came to realise that I could be trusted. On the other hand, my relationship with my father deteriorated. For years he had made no secret of the fact that I was to study law after leaving school. No arguments would be accepted, I was to follow in his footsteps. However, when I enrolled to study psychology, he nearly had a hernia on the spot, but eventually, and with Mum's support, he agreed, with the worst possible grace, to allow me one year in psychology with the expectation that I would switch to law in my second year. After which, he never missed an opportunity to denigrate the profession of psychology, which, in practice, only reinforced my determination.

Shortly after my twentieth birthday, there was a big change in Mum. She had always dressed stylishly but conservatively, in tailored business suits, dresses coming just below the knee and blouses buttoned to her neck. But all of a sudden, this changed. Her skirts were frequently higher, showing more leg. She started to wear 3" heels with stockings, and her tops now emphasised the shape and swell of her beautiful breasts. Her makeup became more obvious and her perfume stronger and I just didn't understand this change.

After about three months of this, I asked Mum what had led her to start dressing this way, and I was shocked by her answer. Mum blushed a deep red, and I realised that it was taking all of her courage to tell me. "Jesse, honey, this is so very difficult for me to tell my son, but I don't know who else I can turn to. Please, please don't breathe a word to another soul."

I agreed, but with a great deal of apprehension.

"Over the last couple of years," she went on, "your father has shown less and less interest in me. I'm now lucky if he wants to make love once a month, and ... well, that's just a quick in and out, missionary style until he satisfies himself." She blushed deeply again and stammered, "well, you see ..., well, I ... I, ... oh god, this is so hard."

"Look, Mum, I love you -- you can tell me anything at all, and I won't be embarrassed. I won't judge you or be at all critical and if it helps, close your eyes while you tell me."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Okay, well ...," she hesitated again, but then blurted out, "You see, I have a strong sex drive, and once a month isn't nearly enough for me. I masturbate," she blushed again, "but I need someone to hold me, caress me and make love to me. I'm hoping that if I dress more provocatively, at home at least, your father will be more responsive."

"I see," I offered, but I secretly didn't believe this had much chance of success. "Have you ever thought of what they call an 'extra-marital relationship'?" I enquired.

Mum shook her head. "I couldn't do that to your father, and in any case, if he ever found out, he'd throw me out just like that."

"Come here, Mum. I know I'm your son, and there are limits as to how far we should go, but I can at least hold you and caress the more public parts of your body," I said and was rewarded with a warm smile and a tight hug, and I could feel the soft curves of her body pushed tightly against me.

"Jesse, darling, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I hope you never have to find out, Mum."

Then, all of a sudden, everything blew up in Mum's and my face. I had been ordered to have a discussion with my father about my studies, and this time he laid it unequivocally on the line. It was the start of the break before the final term, and he made his position crystal clear. "You will lodge application papers to transfer from psychology to law not later than the final week of this coming term. If you fail to do so, you will leave this house for good, and I will cut you off completely. I will not be defied about this."

"But, Dad ..." I started.

"Shut up, Jesse. My decision is final." He walked to the door of his study and shouted, "Carole, get in here NOW."

My mother came in hurriedly with a look of alarm on her face. "What's happened, Denzel, what's the problem?"

"I've just told your worthless son that he will transfer to law or he will be thrown out of this house and I will have nothing more to do with him."

"Oh god, Denzel, you can't do that," Mum cried, "I can't lose Jesse, he's so important to me and it will ruin his future -- he has no aptitude for law."

"He's probably more important to you than I am," my father sneered, "and what gives you the ability to judge his aptitude, I would like to know? And while we're at it how come you have started to dress like a cheap whore? You parade around this house dressed like a slut and I won't tolerate that any more."

Mum was devastated. "Den, I know our sex life hasn't been all it should and I thought it was my fault. I tried to dress more provocatively so that you might find me more desirable and we could become closer again."

My father laughed, a thoroughly unpleasant sound. "You fool. I thought you would've got the message by now. So far as I am concerned, sex is about the procreation of children, and I've done my job there -- none too successfully, it appears. You are supposed to be my wife not some trollop selling herself to anyone who can pay. You will cook for me, do my laundry and keep the house and support me in such social situations where a partner is needed. Other than that, we have no relationship."

I jumped to my feet. "You lousy bastard, talking to my mother like that. I've got a good mind to beat the crap out of you -- and I could do it too."

"No, Jesse, don't," my mother pleaded in a flat, emotionless voice, and my father jumped in. "This time, listen to your mother. Lay one finger on me, and I'll have you in court for assault so fast you won't know what hit you. Then bang goes any form of future for you, law, psychology or anything. You'll be lucky to get a job as a street sweeper."

"I'm leaving you, Denzel, and I'm entitled to at least half of your assets," my mother said in the same flat emotionless voice, but my father laughed again, the same unpleasant sound. 

"Oh yes, I can't stop you, and I wouldn't even try. But if you think you're getting one penny piece of what I own, you're sadly mistaken. You might think you can claim that in court, but don't forget I'm a lawyer and a very successful one. I have the knowledge and contacts to tie up any such action in the courts until you're a little old nobody in a wheelchair, to say nothing of being bankrupt over legal fees. Now both of you get out of my sight and think about what I've said." Then he turned away with a self-satisfied smirk, knowing he had the upper hand.

Mum was sitting quietly in the lounge with an uncharacteristically hard, set look on her face. "Well, that appears to be it, I suppose. I either stay here as a domestic drudge with the occasional privilege of being his partner at some boring legal show, or I leave and become destitute. Not much of a choice, is it?"

"Mum, why don't you just up and go -- you've got a well paid job and you could look out for yourself?"

"Honey, it's not as easy as that -- I haven't told you this, but my job is not secure. There's a lot of downsizing going on, and I could be out in the cold. Budget cuts and all that. Besides, your father has too many contacts in the finance world, and he wouldn't hesitate using them to stop me getting another job."

"Oh god, Mum," I replied, "look, if you'd be prepared for me to come with you, I could get myself a job and we could manage somehow."

"Now listen, young man," Mum said in the closest approximation of severity that I'd ever heard from her, "you will not sacrifice your career like that. I won't tolerate it," she finished in a fair mockery of my father. "And anyway, we've got a couple of months to think about this before his ultimatum to you takes effect."

I nodded dumbly, and the conversation ended there.

To say that the next two months were stressful was an understatement, but on the positive side, Dad was absent a lot of the time on big deal cases. Shortly after he returned home from one of these, Mum received an invitation to a big industry dinner/dance, and she was ecstatic. It meant that she could get some exposure to movers and shakers in her area, with the possibility of either shoring up her current position, or getting her face known for future possibilities. In an excess of enthusiasm, she approached Dad and begged him to accompany her.

Mum told me after that he had flatly rejected her, saying that he made the social decisions and he wasn't going to waste his time on this. Full stop.

Mum was quite distressed about his rejection, and I found her in the kitchen in tears. "I should have expected this," she wept, "but I did hope that he might just make this one exception for me. I can't possibly go alone and this will make me look like such a loser."

Mum sobbed bitterly and I made a decision that was to change both our lives. "I would be honoured to escort you to the ball, Cinderella. You could introduce me as your son, a family friend or a distant relative, I don't care, but I want to be there for you."

Mum looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and hope in her eyes. "You'd do that for me -- it's not exactly a young person's activity -- there will be lots of boring speeches and more than a few old fogies, but if you would go with me, I think it could save my life."




My Mother My Lover Ch. 01



This is the first part of my own story. I have decided to tell it in two parts, which reflect the two different phases of my affair with my mother. 

*

My sexual relationship with my mother began not long after my eighteenth birthday. From the beginning it was a consensual affair in which we were both willing participants, although I am sure we have been motivated by different needs and desires as time has passed. In that sense, it is difficult for me to fully describe what has happened between us as I can only relate my own experience. We have never really discussed the emotional intricacies of our affair but I am certain that we have both found the sensual aspect of it extremely powerful. 

Whilst it is hard for me to separate the strands of how it all began, I can be very clear on 'why' it happened. My mother's divorce from her husband William was a watershed in our lives and had a profound effect on us as a family. It was then that I think that I began to piece together the complicated jigsaw of family relationships that, in a strange way, only revealed their meaning to me when my mother and William separated. 

For my mother it was the end of a marriage that I don't think had ever really made her happy. She had my younger half-sister Alison from that marriage and all of us loved her without condition, but my mother's feeling for William as Alison's father was obviously not enough to give her the reason she needed to go on with her marriage.

William had been in my life since childhood but I had always known he was not my real father. The distance between us had always left me feeling slightly outside of the true nucleus of love within our family. So for me, there was no sense of loss when he left. That is selfish and immature I know, the perspective of a spoilt brat perhaps, but I cannot escape how I felt or the truth of the past. 

That truth is that the emotional distance between William and myself didn't ever worry me, nor did it make me feel that Alison was any less of a true sister to me. But, without fully understanding it, I think that I was always unsettled by the way William's presence created a barrier in the relationship I had with my mother. It hurt me to feel that there was a part of her life in which I had no place. Growing up that was something that I had hidden away from everyone, even myself. 

So when William left I welcomed the opportunity to become a more important part of my mother's world. I am sure that was the reason why I began to think of her differently. It was as if the emotional and physical force that drew me towards her was a consequence of what had gone before. Of course, this all coincided with my growing and chaotic feelings of sexual interest that any teenage boy would experience. 

Sometimes I stirred that interest deliberately. The magazines and soft porn that I accessed made me increasingly aware of my rapidly developing appetite for a world that fascinated and terrified me in equal measures. I responded to it as any teenager would, whilst at the same time doing everything I could to hide my embarrassment from anyone that might suspect I had an interest in such things.

At other times, my awakening came in a tide of unprompted feeling that was completely out of my control. Sometimes, during the night, I would dream. These were vibrant and physical dreams that invaded my sleep. When I woke in the morning I would be amazed by the way my involuntary orgasm had soaked me, where the tension inside of me had released itself through some strange trick of my mind. As I drifted to sleep at night I would long for the wetness of these dreams to come. 

That they did was a welcome experience, but the fact that my mother began to enter them took me by surprise and confused me. I couldn't understand why this was happening but nor did I want to block it out. The strange emotions and expression of these semi-conscious thoughts were exciting and hypnotic. Sometimes I would dream of her holding me and touching me as I drank in the attention that I imagined she had saved for me through the years that William had shared her bed. 

Occasionally, when I was in that demi-world between wakefulness and sleep, I seemed locked for a few minutes in a place between imagination and reality. I held the image of her in my mind's eye as I masturbated myself, soaking my stomach with my sperm. Afterwards I felt ashamed, believing that my urge for her would disgust her if she knew. But my shame didn't stop me noticing her as something more than my mother. Being close to her as we went through the simple rituals of our newly formed family routine meant that I became more and more aware of her femininity. 

She was thirty nine at this stage, with a calm gentleness that seemed to fit perfectly with her looks. Her blond shoulder length hair and soft features perfectly matched the kindness and gentleness that exuded from her as a person. The approach of middle age meant that she had gained a just little weight around her middle although, to me, this just added to the sense of loving warmth that she seemed to give off. There was something about the way that she squeezed the fullness of her thighs into jeans that gave her a motherly sexiness that I couldn't quite define. She was nervous about what she perceived as a slight decline in her figure and looks but, to me, the quiet vulnerability that she tried to hide simply made me want to be even closer to her and to protect her. 

If ever I tried to make sense of things in my own mind I always arrived at the obvious conclusions that it was wrong to think of my mother in a sexual way. Yet it was this very knowledge that I seemed to find alluring. I loved her as my mother and I am sure she loved me as her son, but more and more I was drawn to the feeling of risk and taboo that my experimentation with thoughts about her carried. I struggled to find ways to express and satisfy my feelings about her. 

When she was out I began to search through her private things. I don't really know why I did it but I wanted to see into the places that I knew I had no right to look. I read through old letters and cards written to her by others and I looked through old photographs stuffed in envelopes at the back of a cupboard in her room. Sometimes I would find something that would unnerve me. Perhaps a photograph of someone from the past that I didn't recognise or a message in an old birthday card marked with a kiss. These were all things from her life before me and probably meant little to her now, but I was fascinated by delving into the hidden corners of her life and bringing myself face to face with these ghosts from her past.

I also found a strange thrill in looking through the clothes and underwear that she kept neatly folded and stored in her bedroom. In my imaginings during masturbation she was always dressed in white, a motherly and virgin like white that seemed to entice me into a place of innocence and love. I felt the need to handle and touch the fabric and lace of these clothes that she would wear next to her skin and body. 

I was also slightly shocked but excited when I found a box of unopened condoms amongst her things, feeling the indignation that a mother finding the same thing in her son or daughter's bedroom might experience. It bothered me to know that she had any sort of a connection with a sexual world that existed outside of my head, but I was enthralled by this peek into the part of her that might have need for physical satisfaction. 

Alison would spend most weekends visiting William in his new home, leaving me completely alone with my mother for forty eight hours. From Friday until Sunday evening there was just the two of us. We would both go on with things as normal, although I knew that she felt lonely without Alison around. It was the first time in her life that she had been apart from her daughter and it must have been difficult for her to adapt. I did my best to take her mind off things and occasionally she would agree to us visiting the cinema or perhaps going out somewhere else to spend time together, which would help her to fill the hours of Alison's absence. But on most Saturday nights we would simply stay home together watching TV and quietly passing the time. 

On these nights she would drink. Not to the point of drunkenness but perhaps a few glasses of wine to take the edge of whatever emotions or thoughts were nagging at her. We didn't talk about any of this, but I could tell that she was troubled by the fact that she had to share Alison with a man she no longer loved. For my part this was a double edged sword. I felt jealous that she missed something that I was not completely part of, but also welcomed the fact that she seemed to find solace in building a closer and more important relationship with me. 

She would ask me to lie in her bed with her where we could watch TV together. I had no way of knowing, and she has never told me, whether she was motivated by any sexual urge towards me at this stage. It was simply a way for us to share time together and I gladly accepted it. We would stay like that for a while until one of us fell asleep and then spend the night cuddled together in the warmth of that special space. I understood that this was something important to her and that it helped her to stave off the loneliness she must have felt after the breakdown of her marriage. Her asking me to sleep in her bed meant that I was being granted a taste of intimacy that I craved more than anything. Not just the chance to sleep with her, although that excited me, but the sense that I was being taken into her emotional confidence. 

The first few nights we spent together she would sleep in a cotton nightshirt and I would wear shorts and a tee shirt. I would lie with my back to her as she held me, one of her hands resting gently against the uncovered skin of my thigh. Her touch was precious to me. The feel of her flesh against mine gave me a flush of delicious warmth which, in my mind, was the fusing of motherly tenderness with something much deeper. Occasionally, we would lie face to face as we drifted towards sleep and, as she embraced me, I would feel a wonderful thrill each time the softness of her body stirred in just the smallest movement. 

I could never tell if she was conscious of the way this closeness caused me to become slightly erect. I felt the fullness of her body as it brushed against mine in these moments and I would wait nervously until she rolled away in readiness to sleep. I loved nothing more than spending those nights next to her. 

I wonder now whether that simple contact was a natural and inevitable precursor to what followed and therefore the place at which we began the journey towards our sexual life together. As we both grew more used to being together in that way, we seemed to gradually relax to a point where a more physical closeness became normalised. 

Late in the evening she would tell me when she was tired and going up to bed, before kissing my cheek and reminding me not to be too long. I knew that was her code to tell me that she wanted me to sleep next to her and she would lie beneath the covers waiting for me to come. By now it seemed normal for her to sleep naked with me and she would tell me to do the same, explaining that it would be more comfortable. 

At that stage I was still able to separate my fantasies about her from the loving comfort that we gave each other. There was an innocence to the situation, but I noticed as well how she would watch me undressing and how she would fleetingly touch her hands to my skin as I lay down with her. We would cuddle for a while just before sleep and it was then that I would be most aware of the feel of her body.

I didn't think too deeply about it at the time and I accepted all of this as the loving companionship between a mother and her son. Perhaps I was too naïve to realise that were edging towards a different kind of intimacy. It was in one of these naked embraces that the feel of her flesh pressed to me caused me to become aroused to the point at which she must have realised. Drifting towards sleep, she moved gently and the fullness of my erection against her thigh caused us both to feel the slight trace of wetness that oozed from me and spread across her skin. I moved away from her in embarrassment but she drew me back towards her by folding her arm across my back.

"It's all right darling."

Her whispered words reassured me and, as if wanting to make me take comfort from what had happened, she began to softly trace her fingers up and down the lower part of my back. She drew light circles just at the spot where the bottom of my spine met my buttocks. The sensation was beautiful and that, coupled with the feel of my penis against her thigh, meant that I began to relax into the enjoyment of this contact. She began what happened next by simply flexing and releasing the muscles of her thigh repeatedly, before starting to slightly move her leg against me. As she did it, the gentle sound of her voice soothed me.

"Does that feel nice my darling?"

I didn't reply. I don't think she meant me to. When she spoke it was as if her mind was somewhere else and her words were simply something physical that were intended to blend in as part of the luxurious feel of my body pressed to hers. She breathed words out slowly and softly. 

"Just relax and enjoy the feeling baby. Enjoy me."

My response was involuntary but inevitable. I started to rub myself against her, every slightly dragged motion causing a surge of pleasure to pulse through me. The now definite stroking of her fingers encouraged me and I followed the rhythm of her touch as I began to move against her more deliberately. 

We gradually reached a point where she was welcoming this contact by massaging my hard penis with the movement of her thigh. The more I began to sense the beautiful erotic tension of myself against her, the more I wanted to push myself to her. I stopped thinking about what was happening and my entire mind focused on the repeated feelings of sexual thrill that built with every movement. It lasted just a few minutes. Then the warm fluid spurted from me as it sprayed across her skin and I gasped at the powerfully strange sensation caused by the release. 

Afterwards we lay still together. Neither of us apparently concerned about the wetness or mess that I had created. She continued to stroke my back until I fell into a contented sleep. 

What we had done was never mentioned but it became habitual between us on those Saturday nights. She always initiated it with her touch and the movement of her body. I don't know whether either of us thought of it as being an outwardly deliberate sexual act. 

Perhaps we saw it as an extension of the normal loving mother and son closeness that we both enjoyed in the secret quiet of those nights, but gradually we moved towards a different type of comfort.

After those first few times she would reach down with her hand to guide my penis against her, or sometimes she would spend a few moments gliding her fingers over the tip of me before my rubbing against her began. Over time this gentle touching became more prolonged and playful as we moved from something that could be described as accidental sexual relief to a type of teasing and pleasing that signified a sexual game. Then, as I pushed my body up and down hers to make myself orgasm, she would take my hand and lead it between her legs so that she too could take some pleasure from what we were doing. I learned where and how to touch her in order to give her enjoyment. Before long our gentle touching had shifted to a situation where we indulged in mutual masturbation so that we both reached orgasm before we slept.

The first time she came as I touched her shocked me. Lying next to her she guided my hand as I used the tips of my fingers to repeatedly circle the place at the apex of her slit. The gentle pressure of my fingers caused her to push herself back and forwards against me more urgently than during the past occasions that we had done this. Gradually my gentle stroking became firmer in response to her movement. I looked at her face, her head turned just slightly away from me, and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open as she breathed in short and sharp gasps. 

In the dimness of the unlit room, I could see a red flushing at her neck and parts of her face and could tell from the thrusting of her hips that she needed me to move my fingers more quickly. She opened her legs slightly as if to implore me to work her clitoris more vigorously and, for the first time, I heard her moaning and felt the twisting of her hips as she climaxed. In the last few seconds she pushed my hand away as the sensitivity she must have felt became too much. She lay back as the sensation left her and it seemed to me that in that instant she didn't want any sort of bodily contact with me. I was worried that I had hurt her or that she was distressed, but she turned back towards me and kissed me. 

She had never done this before. It was open mouthed and deep. I knew that we had reached another level of contact as I felt the slackness of her lips and greedy neediness of her mouth against mine. She reached down to take me in her hand. There was no pretence of the haphazard rubbing of bodies now, or even suggestive and gentle touching. Instead, she was determined and overtly sexual as she skilfully manipulated and caressed my penis until my own orgasm spurted from me.

It was after the first time that we had done this that we had a whispered conversation as she held me close to her. 

"Was that something nice for you, did you like what we did?"

My answer was nervous. I didn't have the experience to be able to talk to her about how it felt but I needed to say something to let her know that I wanted this.

"It was lovely mum, it makes me feel special when I touch you."

"You know that we will stop doing this if ever you don't like it. I want us both to feel special and to be able to make each other happy that way."

"I love you mum, you always make me happy."

She didn't reply. She just touched my skin and waited for me to sleep. 

Our lives went on as normal outside of the mysterious intensity of those nights and, although I knew that we were doing something that would be regarded as wrong, I began to rationalise what we were doing as an extension of a simple loving relationship. I convinced myself that no one could ever clearly define the borders of emotional love and that our game was just the blurring of the lines of loving care that ran between us. By the time I realised that we had carried our relationship to a very different dimension, it was too late for either of us to do anything about it.

It was the night of her birthday and I had wanted to buy her a present. Something that she would like but also something that would make her regard me as grown up enough to justify the place I imagined myself to have in her life. I chose a set of white silk pyjamas. 

I had no idea whether it was something she would expect me to do and I wasn't sure whether or not she would find it ridiculous or embarrassing that I would by her something so personal, but I was determined to do something that would somehow provoke a reaction from her. 

Outside of an occasional few comforting words after touching each other, she chose not to discuss our situation with me and I lacked the ability or maturity to articulate how I felt or to ask her to answer the questions in my head. I wanted her to see that I regarded her in the way that a man would regard a beautiful woman and that I was more than simply a teenage boy who was overawed by this new experience. 

When I gave them to her she seemed genuinely pleased and I think, for the very first time, I saw a change in her towards me. It was Saturday night and she was more open with me than ever before. Normally, there would be some nervous skirting around each other as we prepared to spend the night together, both of us impatient and unsure about how to creep towards what was to come. On this night though she chatted to me in a calm and uncomplicated way, talking to me as if I was the adult that I was desperate to be.




My Mother My Lover Ch. 01



When we prepared for bed she seemed to take a little longer than usual to get ready. Unusually, she told me to get into bed first and I lay waiting for her in the darkness. 

When she came into the room I could see that she was wearing the top of the pyjamas that I had bought her. She was naked beneath, her breasts hanging softly below the fabric. I didn't understand why but there was something even more enticing about this than actually seeing her unclothed. The top reached just down to the upper part of her thighs. I could see the creamy whiteness of her skin beneath and I felt instantly that she had dressed in this way for my benefit and not hers. 

That knowledge was the most incredible thing that she could have done and in that instant, and with that choice, she had reshaped the nature of our tryst. This was a woman who wanted to share the excitement of sex with her partner and who had dressed to please him. The fact that her partner was her own child meant that this she had made a choice that others would not.

She sat on the side of the bed and looked at me before kissing me. Her kiss was light, not passionate, just a gentle brushing of my lips. She looked at me again, holding my face in her hands. Her expression was blank and I waited for a few seconds but she didn't speak. I hadn't expected her to. I knew that this was different to the way in which she had come to me in the past and I was turned on by the tension between us and the sense of her so close to me. 

I slowly moved my hand to place it on the soft skin of her thigh and nervously slid my fingers over her skin to the place between her legs that I knew she loved me to reach. This was the first time that I had touched her vagina without her offering it to me and I had no way of knowing how she would receive this. She placed her hand over mine and drew it onto her, my fingers finding that she was already wet.

We stayed like that for a while. I touched her in the way that she had taught me to and she opened her legs a little to let me press my fingers slightly inside of her. Eventually, she put her hand to the back of my head and pulled my face towards her breasts as I continued to finger her. She was still in a sitting position. 

My lips found her nipple as I kissed through the fabric of her top. Instinct took over as I began to suck and I was amazed at how she stiffened instantly at the contact. She began to guide the movement of my head and in turn the movement of my mouth. I could tell that she was taking enjoyment from what I was doing. This was my first real introduction to the mental delight of knowing that you are giving another person sexual pleasure. 

By now I had stopped the movement of my hand and was focused on sucking her. The silk of her top was soaking wet from my mouth and created a flimsy barrier between my lips and her breast. She reached down to unfasten it and we parted momentarily as she opened it, before guiding my face back to her. I sucked at the warm bare flesh of her and she gripped my hair as if to encourage me to increase the pressure.

When she spoke it was quiet, broken words punctuated with short gasps and the softness of her voice seemed to cast just a shadow of words through the silence of the room.

"That's beautiful my darling, it's beautiful. I love you doing that. I wish that had milk for you, I wish that I could give you my milk my darling."

What she said took me aback. Until now neither of us had ever vocally expressed pleasure at the incestuous urges that we both so obviously felt, but she made those urges real in what she said. She was confirming that I was her child and that she was taking sexual pleasure from something that otherwise represented the simplest and most natural of bonds. When she said it I realised instantly that the thing which made this so intensely sensual for me was not just the taste and feel of a beautiful woman's breast, but the knowing that I was sucking the body of my own mother and that we were both experiencing an erotic thrill from what I was doing. 

If she was leading me into a deeply dark place of forbidden bliss, then I was a willing participant and I gladly made my own choice to follow her. Eventually she drew back from me and held my face in her hands again. I pressed my lips against the skin of her palms and touched my fingers to the skin of her body. She turned slightly from me and moved to open the drawer at the side of the bed. This was one of the places that I had secretly searched in the past and I watched as her hand reached through the garments and things that she kept there. 

I don't know why I had forgotten about them, but I was surprised when I saw her bring out the box of condoms that she kept there.

I watched as, without looking at me, she unwrapped the cover and opened the box. It was such a mundane and tiny thing to do and yet it signified something important. Still without looking at my face, she tore the cover from the sachet and squeezed out the rubber sheath. She drew back the quilt from the bed and I felt the gentle touch of her fingers brushing over me as she placed the condom over the wet tip of my erection and expertly rolled it down over my shaft. 

Now she at last looked into my face as she spent a little time just pressing her fingers around me, a mixture of the practicalities of making sure that the condom was firmly in place and of touching me in a way which confirmed my readiness for sex.

It occurred to me that she was seeking some sort of reassurance from me before she went any further. Her eyes looked into mine and I thought that I could see just a shade of doubt or nervousness. I had no idea what to say or do but I knew that I didn't want her to stop. I placed my hand on hers and moved it slightly against my penis, trying to transmit to her my need and willingness for this.

When she moved she made no attempt to remove the loose hanging silk top she was wearing. I could see the soft plushness of the pubic hair at the centre of her as climbed across me and then felt the weight of her as she moved across my lap, still facing me. My penis slid into her as she guided me between her legs and I realised that I was about to know how it felt to make love properly for the first time. 

She held my head against her shoulder as she moved slowly up and down on me. My own hands rested around her waist and back and I could feel the shallow rise and fall of her hips as she gave me her body. With each movement of her, I felt a tremor of pleasure rush up through my own body. I wasn't conscious of her reaction to what we were doing but could feel her hands at my head and neck as she steadied herself on my body. 

She seemed fragile as she slid herself smoothly up and down me and I was aware of how tight her insides felt as she wrapped them around the fullness of me. But if, in my naïve inexperience, I had wanted to ease back from her in the fear of causing her any pressure then I would have been unable to take any sort of control. Whether this was for her own or for my pleasure was irrelevant, she was controlling the movement between us and in doing so she was leading me towards my orgasm.

When it came it was rushed and full. She made no sound but I gave sharp and audible exhalations of breath as the sperm pumped up and through me. She felt the start of my release and squeezed the floor of her pelvis tightly around me in what I now know was a simple technique to increase the power of my orgasm. 

Although I didn't realise the intricacies of how she was using her body to give me the most she could, I think that I did understand that she was making choices about the physical sensations that I was experiencing. That knowledge must have triggered something deep in my mind as the reality of my mother screwing me like this pushed me into a deep and tumultuous feeling of sexual pleasure.

Afterwards she took over the necessary, and I suppose messy, business of separating our bodies and removing the condom full of my fluid. I don't think she had herself climaxed but that wasn't anything that would have concerned me as I lay back against the pillow. 

She took me in her arms and held me as I came to terms with the experience of that first time with her. Neither of us said anything. Being with her like this was not a new experience for me even if what had just happened was. My mind was empty and the pleasant exhaustion of having made love dragged me into sleep.

The next morning when I woke she was already up and about. When I went downstairs she was preparing breakfast and was her usual smiling and beautiful self. She made no mention of the night before and to anyone looking in on this scene there would have seemed nothing unusual as we went about the normal routine of a mother and son. 

To me it seemed that nothing had changed, even though everything had. Whatever fumbled and daring games we had played before this meant little now. We had become lovers.



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 01



"Bit dramatic, Mum, but I'll be your date. Besides, I like the idea of dancing with you, holding you close to me as we glide across the floor."

Mum grinned through her tears. "Down boy -- and you'll need to keep your big feet out of the way. I'm a pretty fair dancer, so you'd better be on top of your form. Oh, and I think it would be safest if I introduce you as my son, and say that your father is interstate on a case. Whether that's true or not, it's a highly likely scenario."

"Done, Ginger Rogers, and although I'm not quite Fred Astaire, I'll give you a good run for your money." We both laughed and left it at that.

A few days later, I was studying in my room and there was a gentle tap on the door. Mum came in with a worried look on her face and asked me, "Jesse, I need your honest opinion; please be absolutely honest. Do you think this dress is suitable for the dinner?" She was wearing a long gold coloured gown with a scooped neck and three-quarter length sleeves, and it did nothing for her.

"Okay, Mum, you asked for it -- I'm not rapt in the colour, the neckline is too plain and the sleeves are neither one thing nor the other."

"Mmm, yes, I was afraid so."

"But," I continued, "if you're open to suggestions, I could see you in ..."

"Careful," she smiled, "and yes, I'd love a suggestion so long as it's not TOO suggestive."

"Right, imagine a gown in dark electric blue silk jersey. Rolled halter neck but completely bare shoulders. And if I've got to wear a tux, then your dress will be full length rather than giving you the opportunity to show off your gorgeous legs. But heels, certainly -- 3" or however high you feel comfortable dancing in. Oh, yes, and finish the ensemble with a good pair of black above the elbow opera gloves. So what do you think, Mum?"

"What do I think, Jesse? I think you are an absolute genius, that's what I think. Thank you so much, I can hardly wait." She took my head in her hands and gave me a hard fierce kiss on my mouth and then I said,

"Mum, would you please do me a favour at the dinner?"

"Of course, honey, if I can."

"Would you wear your hair down rather than up in its usual roll?"

She looked a little puzzled, but said, "Sure Jesse, if that would make it easier for you to be seen with me"

"Of course not, Mum, that is never ever a problem, but you have such lovely hair and I see it down so seldom. When I do, I have a very hard time stopping myself from running my fingers through it."

Mum gave me a look that I found quite unreadable, but reached up and pulled the clips holding her hair in place, then shook her head causing her hair to cascade around her shoulders, with a sweet and quite intoxicating perfume.

"Go ahead, sweetie -- I'd like to feel you run your hands through my hair."

I held Mum close to me and could feel her body tremble against mine. I reached up and ran my hands through her soft, thick, fine hair, stroking it and feeling it flow softly over my hands and through my fingers. As I did so, I could feel an erection growing that I was going to find hard to hide, but Mum had closed her eyes, and her breathing had changed to short, slightly raspy breaths. 

I slid my hands down from her shoulders and lightly ran them across her tits, feeling her nipples rigid in a growing excitement. I realised then that if I pushed this contact further and caressed her beautiful breasts more firmly and even ran my hand between her legs, she might not object too strongly. 

Suddenly Mum pulled away from me; the expression on her face was a mixture of longing and hunger, but tinged with fear and despair. She ran from the room, and I was left feeling a mixture of excitement and guilt at what had happened. At that moment, I realised just how vulnerable Mum was. Other than me, she had no-one to turn to, no-one else to really care about her, and I realised that the physical contact between us may have started a possibility in her mind that was too difficult for her to handle and she suddenly shied away from it. I also realised that to push too far too fast would irreparably damage our relationship built up slowly over the past few years. This was complicated by the dense black cloud of my father's attitudes and behaviour.

Some time later I found Mum in the kitchen preparing dinner, with her hair now up again. She looked up as I came in with a somewhat guarded expression on her face. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, Jesse -- I was surprised at how powerful my reaction was."

"Okay, Mum, to be honest, I was feeling a bit guilty about the whole thing, although it was still a lovely experience."

"Thank you, sweetie, I feel a bit the same way," she replied, "but it was too intense for me to be able to handle easily."

"So that's the way I make you feel, is it?" I teased her, but she just smiled and went on with preparing the meal. "But you will have your hair down for the dinner, won't you?"

"Of course honey, I want what will make you happy."

This felt like dangerous ground, and I didn't want to take it any further, but I docketed the idea away in my mind for future reference.

On the day of the dinner Dad was, predictably, absent. Mum refused to let me see her dress until just before we left, although I knew she was excited about it. I had struggled into my tux (I hate them) but made a passable attempt to look acceptable and waited for Mum in the lounge.

When she entered, I knew the dress idea was just right. "God, Mum, you look absolutely stunning -- I'm almost lost for words." Her dress was just as I had envisioned it, in an electric blue fabric that clung alluringly to the curves of her beautiful body, but with the added benefit of being backless to her waist. She wore fractionally more makeup than usual, but still entirely tasteful and her shoulders and back had the soft glow of perfect health. Long gloves and 3" heels plus a single strand of pearls completed the ensemble. Her hair was down around her shoulders, clearly brushed and combed to make it shine with a rich smooth glow. Best of all, she had a warm, genuine smile that radiated happiness and excitement. Mum was going to enjoy herself.

"We'll take my car, but you can drive," Mum stated.

"No, Mum, just trust me," I replied, and as we left the house, she squealed with delight. I had arranged for a limo to take us there and bring us back, and this set off the evening for her. 

Mum chatted with more animation than I'd seen for a long time during the journey, and when I complimented her again on how good she looked, she said, "Maybe, but I'm equally excited at being seen with a real hunk. It's a pity that you're my son, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you!"

"Oh, don't let that worry you, Mum. I shan't fight or scream with fright if you do get your hands all over me."

"You really are a very dangerous and very naughty young man. Now behave yourself."

"Or what, Mum? Or you'll have to spank me?"

"Down boy, down. Thank goodness we're here or I don't know what I should have done with you."

"Mum, you really mustn't feed me lines like that," I laughed as we left the limo and entered the dining room.

Mum attracted more than her fair share of appreciative looks as we made our way to the table and she introduced me as her son, her husband being away on business. There were three other couples at the table, all considerably older than either Mum or me. I understood the guys to be influential in finance circles, but I was able to understand some of the "shop" talk and make one or two not wholly fatuous comments. On either side of me were two of the wives, both women in their mid to late fifties, and very much under their husbands' influence. So I set myself to some very mild flirtation with them both, and they lapped it up, somewhat to the amusement of their husbands.

The music started and I invited Mum to dance, a slow foxtrot. After a few uncertain steps, we fell into a rhythm that allowed us to dance as if we'd been doing it for years. Mum moved with her usual grace and poise, and it was an especially sensual experience to be holding this lovely woman in my arms, moving around the dance floor as if we were the only people there. My right arm encircled her back, and I could feel her soft, smooth skin and the muscles moving under my hand as we danced around the floor. Every time I looked into her eyes, she had a special secret smile that warmed me right through. Unfortunately, that warmth had a side effect, and I could feel my cock becoming erect and hard. Mum must have felt it, too, but she made no comment, nor did she try to keep away from me. In fact, I imagined that she was pressing me more closely to her.

The dance finished, and I was immediately prevailed upon to dance with the wife on my right, which I did. She was a passable dancer, a bit lumpish but I managed to keep out from under her feet and continued my mild flirtation, which she lapped up greedily. That was followed by my left hand partner, and the experience was very similar. By this time I needed a break, but shortly after, the band leader announced a tango, and I couldn't resist.

"Come on, Mum, let's show them how it's done." It was a truly wonderful experience. Mum danced as if she had been born dancing the tango, and she gave me the confidence to attempt to match her. We moved together in a sensuous, erotic dance that justified the punning definition of the tango -- "a naval engagement without loss of seamen". As the dance ended, Mum looked at me through hooded, smoky eyes and squeezed my arm. "I don't know who taught you to tango, sweetie, but they showed you how to make a woman feel exciting, sexy and ready to devour her partner."

"Good job this is a public place, Mum, or I'd just end up as a heap of bones!"

"If you two weren't mother and son," my next door neighbour commented as we sat down, "I would have sworn you were lovers."

"No, no," I replied, "nothing like that, although we are very close and both of us enjoy dancing -- the more showy the better."

The rest of the evening passed enjoyably, although I was claimed for dances with a number of the wives, some of whom had hardly any dancing skills at all. I claimed the last waltz with Mum, and she danced close to me and leaned her head on my chest, claiming to be tired. Nevertheless, holding her warm soft body close to mine and feeling her move as we danced again caused my cock to register its extreme interest in what was happening. Mum didn't try to move away, but looked at me and smiled with a secret warmth deep in her eyes.

The limo dropped us back home close to midnight and Mum turned to me with a loving expression on her face. "Jesse, thank you so very much for an enchanting evening. I enjoyed myself so much, and you were the perfect partner. One or two of the men I was trying to impress were very positive, so I hope there will be a bit more certainty in my future. Honey, I hope it was okay for you, too, although," she grinned naughtily, "I could feel that you seemed to be enjoying yourself a great deal. I'm so pleased ..."

At this point I moved over to mum, put my arms round her and kissed her full on the lips, gently and without any further expectation, but she returned the compliment. I looked at her and said, "Ingrid Bergman said once that a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous". Again, there was a possible opportunity to take our relationship a step further, but the black cloud was still present, and anyway, this was Mum's evening and I wanted her to feel her own triumph and success without carnal interruptions from me.

Mum gave me another of her warm, loving smiles, kissed me on the tip of my nose and said, "Good night sweetie, I'll see you in the morning", and floated off on a cloud of her own happiness. Then I did the same.

But the glow of pleasure didn't last long after Dad returned; he was in a sour mood having lost his case and he barely said a civil word to either Mum or me. So far as I was concerned, silence was golden.

Then something happened that turned all our worlds upside down. I had been out on a photo shoot with some of my camera club friends looking for good nature shots. One of the few indulgences that my father had ever given in to for me was a very high-end camera for my eighteenth birthday. I enjoyed photography and had had one or two shots published in small, insignificant journals. But today the weather was poor and the light bad, so I arrived home 2 3 hours before I was expected.

When I got back I was surprised to see Dad's Mercedes in the driveway. It was almost unheard of for him to be home in the afternoon, and I was puzzled as I walked into the house. I was even more puzzled when I could smell a perfume that was decidedly not Mum's -- and then I saw a small silk scarf lying at the bottom of the stairs. My heart was in my mouth as I went quietly up the stairs and stopped outside the door to my father's bedroom. It was slightly ajar, and I could hear voices; my father's and an unknown female voice, giggling at something he had said.

"Oh my god," I thought to myself, "that bastard has got some slut in there with him; this might be the key to fixing him for good. But how ..." I wondered. Then karma took a hand. I heard my father call to the woman, "You'd better get downstairs and pick up that scarf before my dimwit son gets back, and anyway I need to take a piss."

I slipped away watching a pneumatic blonde amble through the door and down the stairs, and then I seized my chance. Dad had gone into the en suite, and I was able to slip in and hide behind the long drapes that were a characteristic of his room. It was very old-fashioned -- heavy oak furniture and thick heavy drapes that provided ample cover for me. My camera had a decent video capacity, up to around 20 minutes, which would give me all the evidence I needed.

My father finished his toilet and the blonde returned and started taking off her clothes to reveal tits that were at least 36DD, and a clean shaven pussy, plus heavy, slutty makeup. My heart fell when she went to turn the light off, but Dad saved the day -- and sealed his fate - when he said, "No, leave the light on, I want to watch you squirm when I fuck you."

"Okay, big boy", she said, "let me get that monster cock into my mouth and get you nice and wet and nice and hard. Mmm, very tasty," she mumbled and then started slurping and sucking at my father's cock. He moaned and gasped, "That's right, you cocksucking whore, take it all down your throat," as he held her head against his groin. Obviously getting close to his orgasm, he pulled out, grabbed her by her hips and flicked her over onto her hands and knees. My father slapped her arse two or three times on each cheek and she squealed as her cheeks took on a bright pink glow. "Now, slut, beg for my cock."

"Oh god, Den, please fuck me, fuck me hard, make me scream, fuck me with your big fat cock. Oh yes, give it to me," she moaned as my father shoved his prick into her wet pussy. He continued thrusting and moaning while she thrashed and writhed until suddenly my father went rigid and came hard, yelling his triumph. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and she whimpered with frustration, "Don't I get to cum too?" she complained.

"No time, Marlene; we've got to get going -- my useless son will be home any time, and the last thing we need is for him to find you here. The first thing he'll do is to tell Carole, and then there will be hell to pay. Still, it'd just be his word against mine, so don't worry - I'll make it right for you next time."

"You'd fucking better, Den, or our relationship is over."

They both dressed hastily and hurried out of the room.

"Marlene", I thought to myself, "that's Dad's PA -- clearly a very personal assistant." I could barely contain my glee at what I'd seen and recorded for posterity on my camera. I forced myself to remain in hiding for five minutes, then, when the coast seemed clear, went outside; Dad's car was gone.

I went to my room with my heart in my mouth and downloaded the video to my PC. Played it back and I had 20 minutes of a very graphic movie. Not Hollywood standard, for sure, but there could be no doubting the identity of the stars and what they were doing or what they were saying.

The next day was a Saturday; Dad had left early for a golf match with his cronies, and Mum and I sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. Mum was very quiet, and when I asked why, she confirmed my belief about her vulnerability.

"Jesse, honey, I just don't know how I can keep going with your father. He'll drive me into a mental hospital."

"Mum," I replied, "I think I have the answer, but it won't be easy initially." She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Come into the lounge, Mum, I want to show you something."

We went in and sat down, Mum still looking puzzled. "Now, Mum, I want your solemn promise that you won't do anything silly, that you won't break anything and that you will try to keep your screams below the level that will damage my ear-drums."

"Jesse, what on earth are you talking about?"

"Uh, uh, Mum, solemn promise, please?"

"Okay, Jesse," she agree with a tired smile, and I turned on the DVD player.

The instant the message became clear, about 20 seconds in, Mum jumped up from her seat and yelled, "The rotten stinking hypocrite. I'm going to cut his dick off with a rusty hacksaw blade and shove it up his arse. I'm going to rip his balls out and jam them down his throat, I'm going to ...."

At this point, Mum burst into tears. "Oh god, the fucking bastard. He couldn't have sex with me, oh no! Sex was supposed to be only about having babies, but he can fuck the arse off that little whore, Marlene, in our own home."

This came as a bit of a shock because I had rarely heard Mum swear at all before this moment, and she was so incensed that anything might have happened. I took her in my arms until the shaking and sobbing started to subside, and she looked at me through tear stained eyes. "So, what do we do now?" she asked.

"Mum, you've got to look at the big picture -- and be prepared to engage in a little illegality. You do know that Dad has been nominated for a big deal position on the state legal authority, don't you? And that he has set his heart on becoming senior partner in his law firm when old Wilson retires next year? Also, that he's his mother's blue eyed boy and set to inherit millions from her? Finally, that he's recently appeared in the media spruiking the need for a new moral code?"

Mum nodded her head at each of these statements, and then the light dawned in her eyes and she gasped, "Are you talking about blackmail, honey?"

"Catchy word for it, Mum, but his behaviour has left him open to whatever retribution is headed his way. It's karma. I don't think he's got the guts to make a fuss because he will know that if this gets out he's ruined.

"Just a minute, Jesse, how did you get that footage anyway?"

I explained the train of events that led me into Dad's room and allowed me to take the video from behind his heavy drapes.

"Huh," Mum snorted, "and he calls us fools!"

"And in any case," I continued, "I actually think he's a coward -- he's certainly a bully, and the two often go hand-in-hand. To use a phrase that he used against me, he'd be lucky to get a job as a street sweeper. This is your chance to get away from him, Mum, to set yourself free and do whatever you want."

"Just one condition, Jesse, honey. I'll only agree if you come with me and we," here Mum giggled, "share the spoils."

"Done, Mum, you've got a deal. Now then, we need to look at a strategy so we have a firm plan in place for the confrontation."

"Okay, honey, what do you have in mind?" By this time, Mum was sounding distinctly enthusiastic.




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 01



"First, we demand that he transfers the title of this house and all its contents into your name absolutely. No exceptions, except for his own personal stuff, clothes, golf clubs and perhaps his beloved Mercedes."

"I never liked that car, anyway," Mum commented.

"Now, Mum, you're the financial expert. What do you think he's worth, excluding the house?"

"Hmm," she pondered. "Three years ago I saw a complete tax audit that set his assets at $10 mil, including this house, which was valued at around $¾ mil. Since then, he's made a fortune in property speculation and selling short when the stock market collapsed. I doubt that his assets would now be less than $15 mil. Plus, he stands to inherit around $5 mil from his mother, who is not a healthy woman. Say $20 million all up."

"Yeah, okay, Mum. What say we discount the inheritance which could be a bit speculative, and say that he will pay a sum of $7.5 million into a trust account held in your name by our lawyer, Scotty Thompson?"

"Scotty?" Mum chuckled. "Your father loathes him -- that makes him the ideal choice! But we have to be careful and not overplay our hand. How about going for the $7.5 mil with a fallback position of $6 million if he shows signs of calling our bluff?"

"Sounds good, Mum -- but not one red cent less. And a couple of other things too -- I imagine you might be considering a divorce?"

Mum nodded.

"Then he will not contest the divorce in any shape or form, although I also imagine that, given this payment, you wouldn't be looking for any extra settlement?"

Mum nodded again.

"Okay, and most importantly if there is any harm or threat of harm to you or me, Mum, again, in any shape or form, or any threats to your career or my potential career, the DVD is released immediately."

Okay, Jesse, I think that about covers it. Now, when?"

"Well, he'll be out all day at the golf club, playing then celebrating or commiserating until all hours. So perhaps as soon as he puts in an appearance tomorrow morning. He'll be pretty fragile and perhaps less likely to turn nasty."

Mum laughed. "Nasti-er, you mean, don't you, honey? But, I like your thinking. We'll need to make sure we're here in the lounge around nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Deal, Mum -- now it's your turn to wear the pants!"

The following morning, Mum and I waited impatiently for Dad to put in an appearance. He had returned in the early hours, making a lot of noise and had probably had a skinful. He came slowly down the stairs, and I called to him as he made his way to the front door. "Hey, Denzel, got a minute?"

My father stopped and walked ponderously into the lounge. He looked decidedly under the weather. "What did you call me?" he barked.

"You heard," I replied arrogantly, although my heart was in my mouth.

"Now listen here, young man, you will address me with the respect I deserve."

"Oh, I'm sorry -- with the respect you deserve? Okay, got a minute, dickhead?"

I thought he was going to burst with rage and indignation. "You insolent piece of shit. Get your belongings together and leave my house this minute!"

"Or what?" I responded.

"Or I call the cops and have you thrown out."

"Sounds like a good idea. Yes, please call the cops."

That stopped him for just long enough to get under his guard. "All we're saying is give us five minutes to show you a short video ..."

"I don't give a damn about any video, I'm calling the cops now," and he reached for his mobile phone.

"And then there will be hell to pay, as you said to Marlene", I countered.

You really could have heard the proverbial pin drop. My father went white and whispered, "What did you say?"

"Just watch this," I answered, and turned on the video. After less than two minutes, my father seemed to collapse in on himself and gave a coarse howl like an animal in pain. His complexion turned to a repulsive grey/green and he rushed from the room.

I followed him at a distance and heard him vomiting violently in the downstairs bathroom. He returned about ten minutes later, looking totally devastated. "So what's it going to cost me?

Mum was brisk and to the point. "The house and contents signed over to me and a cash payment of $7.5 million into our lawyer's trust account."

"You've got to be joking. Not in a thousand years." He laughed a dry laugh.

"I don't think you quite realise where you really stand, father." I took over, "I'm sure the Chief Justice and Attorney-General will be fascinated when they come to decide on the nominee for the State Legal Council, to say nothing of your chances of ever becoming a judge, or the senior partner at your firm. Not to mention your mother's testamentary dispositions or your media involvement in the so-called 'new morality'."

"I see," he muttered, "doesn't look as if I've got too many options if you're determined to blackmail me."

Mum was defiant. "After the way you've treated Jesse and me, it's our way out of a miserable marriage and away from a control freak of a father." 

I watched my father during this exchange, and noticed a feral expression cross his face.

Mum continued, "Two other things. First, you will not oppose any divorce proceedings that I may bring, although there won't be any question of a further settlement -- you can consider this to be our divorce settlement."

My father just grunted, but his eyes still held the savage expression.

"And finally, if any, and I repeat, any harm comes to Jesse or me, or if there is any attempt to harm us, threat to harm us or create any disadvantage to my career or any future career of Jesse's, our lawyer has been instructed to release the DVD for public interest. And I don't care who might be responsible. So far as we're concerned, you are the culprit."

The expression had disappeared from my father's face.

"You've got a week to arrange the transfer and make the payment; you'll need to arrange that with Scotty Thompson and you've got 48 hours to leave this house." Mum put the final seal on the ultimatum.

"Thompson? That shyster -- you must be crazy," he spat out.

"Maybe, but those are the conditions," Mum was adamant.

"Don't worry; I won't stay in this snake pit a minute longer than necessary. I'll be gone by this evening. I presume I'm allowed to take the Merc.?"

"Of course," Mum was sweetly reasonable.

My father turned to me, "She's your problem now. You'll need all the patience and luck in the world. But don't come crawling to me when it gets too tough."

"Just get out," I shouted, resisting the temptation to take a swing at him.

By 8.00 pm, he was gone and the house seemed lighter and cleaner for his going.

The following day, Mum rang Scotty Thompson, who was fascinated by the whole issue; Mum sold the deal as a pre-divorce settlement, and I arranged for a locksmith to change all the locks in the house. For the rest of the week, the atmosphere was so tense, it could have been cut with a knife. On the following Monday, I returned from university to be greeted by Mum throwing herself into my arms, hugging me as tightly as she knew how, and covering my face with sloppy wet kisses. She was almost incoherent with glee -- "It's all fixed Jesse, he paid up without a whimper, now the house is mine and I've got the loot. And you will stay here for as long as you like, and have access to whatever you need."

"And does that mean I get more big hugs and wet sloppy kisses whenever I like?" I asked, trying to appear artless.

"Behave yourself," Mum laughed, "or you will get a good spanking from me instead."

"Promises, promises," I chuckled, dodging quickly from Mum's attempt to swat my arse. "And if you keep behaving like this, you too will get a good spanking across your gorgeous bum."

"Promises, promises," Mum mimicked.

I was out again the following day, but when I returned early in the evening, I had a shock. Mum was slumped in the lounge, completely smashed. She rarely drank more than a glass or two of champagne, and it was the first time I'd ever seen her like this. "Mum, what on earth ..." I started, but she stood unsteadily and grabbed me in her arms.

"I've ... (hic)...I've sheen how you look at me, I know you want to squeeze my tits and I know you want to get into my panties, so now you can really show me how you feel. Take me to bed and fuck me until I can't take any more, then turn me over and fuck my arse off, lover boy." Her voice was slurred and her breath stank of brandy.

"No, Mum, not with you in this condition. I'm not going to take advantage of you like that."

"Oh, don't be such a wimp. I want you to pinch my nipples until I scream then have that big cock of yours fill up my cunt and make me cum all night."

"No, Mum, like I said -- but, I tell you what, I will take you upstairs to your bedroom."

"Oh goody," she mumbled, "and then you can do me."

I said nothing more, but helped her to her bedroom. As we stumbled up the stairs, Mum threw her arms around my neck and mumbled, "I've been a ver' naughty girl and I need to be punished." I ignored this, and the drunken giggle that followed, although I did give her a gentle smack on her heart shaped bum.

The truth was that I was feeling very aroused, and my cock was giving me clear messages. Even though the "black cloud" was now gone, I simply couldn't give in to my lust with Mum in this state. So I managed to restrain myself (but only just) and helped her remove her tee shirt, jeans and sneakers, all of this punctuated by more highly explicit demands for what she wanted me to do to her. But then I simply picked her up and rolled her into her bed, kissed her on the cheek and left the room. She shouted for a few minutes, and then went silent, and shortly after I checked on her and she was sleeping soundly.

I was sitting in the kitchen next morning drinking coffee and reading the paper when Mum came down looking very pale, very fragile and very sheepish.

"Jesse, honey, I am SO sorry about last night", she said, barely able to look at me. "I don't know what got into me. I felt so lonely, so frustrated and so horny that I just wanted ..."

"Mum, please don't worry about it. Truth be told, I was very flattered that you should think of me like that, and it took all my willpower not to do as I was told. But I wasn't prepared to take advantage of you when you'd had too much to drink, regardless of whether you thought you wanted me or not. I love you, Mum, and I won't do anything that might hurt you; I know you thought you wanted to seduce me, but I couldn't go there in those circumstances -- even if it might have made all my fantasies come true."

Mum's expression changed, and I thought she might have come to some important decision, but then she just said, "Thank you, honey. I love you so much, and I really do appreciate what you did," and left it at that, which I thought was a little unusual for Mum, because when she had an attack of the guilts, she usually wanted to work through the issue at length. But maybe this was different, and dwelling on it was too difficult for her. Then the phone rang and any opportunity for further discussion disappeared.

Mum finished on the phone and said, "Jesse, sorry about this but I'm going back to bed for a while, then I have to go out."

"Mum, you won't forget it's my 21st birthday on Saturday, will you?"

"Don't worry, sweetie, how could I possibly forget", and she disappeared to her room.

For the rest of that week, I hardly saw Mum at all, not entirely unusual, but I had a suspicion that she was trying to avoid me for some reason. I chewed over why this might be, but got nowhere. When I did see her, I dropped one or two hints about my birthday, but she was quite noncommittal, and I let it ride.

On the Saturday morning, Mum brushed past me with a hasty, "Hi Jesse, honey, happy birthday. I'm so sorry but I have to go out again, go out and celebrate with your mates and I'll be in touch later."

This puzzled me even more, but I joined my mates at our favourite club and had a couple of beers, but my heart wasn't really in it. I got home in the early afternoon to find a message pinned to the front door of the house, "Be at the concierge desk of the Metropole Hotel at 6.30 pm PRECISELY." Then the penny dropped -- Mum had arranged a surprise party for me at one of the swishest hotels in town. Then, when I got an SMS on my mobile phone with the same message, I felt it confirmed my suspicions. So I showered, changed into my smartest smart casual wear and headed for the hotel. At the desk, the concierge said, "Ah yes, Mr Mason, do you have some identification, please?" I showed him my driver's licence, and he handed me a key card, saying, "Suite 23, 6th Floor".

I took the life to the sixth floor, found suite 23 and swiped the key card. The room was dimly lit, and I hesitated a little before walking in when a familiar voice called out, "Come right in, Jesse."

Standing in the middle of the lounge room was my mother, as I had never seen her before. She stood in front of me wearing a sheer black baby doll negligee that did little to cover very much, but showed off her undoubted assets to best effect. She was breathing heavily and trembling slightly. She was obviously very excited; I could see her tits through the filmy negligee, and her nipples were standing out proudly from dark areolas.

Her hair was swept to one side of her head, giving her an extra seductive look and her perfume was a heady mixture of Chanel No. 5 and aroused woman. Her makeup was a little more overstated than usual with blood red lipstick and nail polish, and this was finished off with 5" strappy heels.

"Jesus, Mum, you look like every guy's wettest dream. Is this part of a surprise party you've planned for me?"

Mum laughed a deep, incredibly sexy chuckle and slowly shimmied towards me, her breasts bouncing gently as she did so, and her hips swaying in time to some hidden music in a way that offered an almost irresistible invitation.

She linked her arms around my neck and kissed me, a sweet unhurried kiss, with her tongue stroking gently along my lips. Mum looked deeply into my eyes; "Not quite, sweetie -- this is the "surprise party" -- I'm your 21st birthday present. I'm your plaything and you can do anything you like with me or to me. Your choice, darling, wherever your fantasies take you."



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 02



This continues the story from Chapter 1. All characters in this story are aged 18 years or over.

I warned readers that Chapter 1 contained very little, if any, overt sexual activity. This chapter contains almost nothing but it! 



I held my beautiful and totally desirable mother lightly in my arms, feeling the warmth and soft curves of her body close to mine, and I realised that this was something I'd dreamed about for a long time. My mother was offering herself to me, with no holds barred, to enjoy as I thought fit. My cock must have broken the all comers (excuse the pun) world record for the speed and stiffness of its erection. Even so, to say that I was astonished, but delighted by this wholly unexpected gift would be the greatest understatement of all times.

"God, Mum, you are so hot. But are you absolutely certain about what you're doing? You know this is incest, and we could both be in a lot of trouble?"

"I know exactly what I'm doing, darling, and I simply don't care. I know you've wanted me for quite a while now, and you've managed to restrain yourself. But I thought I'd fix the problem for you and make it clear that I want you just as much. If you have a problem with this, then I'll dress, we'll have a nice meal and leave it at that, but ..."

"No buts, Mum, I just needed to be sure. I want you so very much, and if we're careful, no-one need ever know. It's not just about having sex; I want to make love with you and for us to enjoy each other to the max. Even so, it's all I can do to prevent myself just ripping that sexy negligee off, throwing you onto the bed and making hot, wet, steamy love to you all night."

"Mmm, sounds real good, Jesse. Honey, I want you desperately too. That little incident last week was real; it's just that I'd had too much to drink and I made a fool of myself. But my desire to be with you, to feel your arms around me, to feel you fuck me until I scream has been growing for the last couple of years. And if you don't do something about it very soon, I'm going to go crazy."

And wrapping her arms around me, she drew my mouth to hers and we kissed, a long, sweet, hot kiss. Our tongues leapt to each other, swirling and tumbling around each other's mouth in a passionate dance of love and lust.

Then, unexpectedly, she broke from me and looked deep into my eyes. "Just two little things I'd like to clear up, sweetie. I think it might be a good idea if you call me Carole if we're going to be twined together hot, sweaty and naked. 'Mum' just doesn't seem right. And, I've arranged a light meal for seven o'clock, so perhaps we might wait until the waiter has left before we rip each others clothes off!"

"Okay, Mu... er, Carole, but I want to tell you something about me and how I feel about sex. For me, the biggest turn-on of all is to hold a woman in my arms and have her moaning, crying, screaming in ecstasy because of something I've done and ways I've been able to arouse her. It doesn't have to be especially kinky or extreme, but knowing I've been a big part of her climax, and feeling her respond to me as a result is about as good as it gets."

"Oh, honey, that is so good," Carole purred as we held each other in our arms. She rubbed her body against me, and I could feel those gorgeous tits even through my clothes and it was creating havoc with my cock. Carole smiled mischievously and started to rub my rigid cock when the idyll was broken by a knock on the door.

The meal had arrived and after the main course, I suggested, "Carole, I've always had this tiny fantasy ..."

"Remember, anything at all, honey"

"Okay, sit on the couch while I lay my head in your lap, and you feed me with strawberries."

She giggled. "Is that all you want me to put in your mouth – I can think of several other things that might go very well."

Yes, gorgeous, so can I, but we'll get round to that later. Pity we haven't got any whipped cream, 'cos then I could spray it on your tits with a cherry on top, and lick it off, slowly."

"Ooo, yes – and spray it onto my pussy with the cherry in the middle. Then you could keep taking my cherry for as long as you like."

The strawberries were delicious – so was the aroma of an aroused woman from her pussy close to my face.

"Now, Carole, the agreement was for me to do anything that takes my fancy, okay?"

"Yes, honey," she replied, with just the faintest touch of hesitation in her voice.

"Right, then stay at the end of the couch and swing round and put your feet in my lap."

She looked a bit puzzled but did as she was told.

I took off each shoe and dropped them onto the ground, caressing and stroking her feet as I did so. Then I took her right foot in my hands and massaged it gently, then took it to my mouth and ran my tongue across the tips of her toes. She shivered, but when I took her big toe completely into my mouth and started sucking on it as if it was a cock, she moaned and quivered. "God, honey, that is so sensual; nobody's ever done that to me before and it's making me feel a bit weak and trembly. I'm just starting to realise how much I've missed out on."

I growled deep in my throat, then kissed her instep and underneath on the arch of her foot, which made her giggle, then up around her ankle. Then I turned my attention to her other foot with similar results. And finally, I took both feet and pushed them together, sucking and licking across them both and kissing the underside of her feet, making her gasp and laugh at the same time.

We stood and I looked deep into her sparkling eyes with her eminently kissable lips in a soft and welcoming smile. I reached down and grasped the bottom of her baby doll negligee and lifted it over her head leaving her only with her tiny panties that showed unmistakeable signs of arousal.

Carole made soft noises as I moved closer to her with our lips barely touching. I kissed her softly, and then kissed her again, holding her warm sweet lips against mine. I drew her closer to me so that I could feel her body against mine. Her lips opened and she tried to capture mine but I just let my tongue brush lightly against her lips and she gasped as we parted.

I slowly ran my hands up along the side of her smooth, velvety body and round the swell of her breasts. She trembled and squeaked softly as she pressed herself against me and held my head, pulling my mouth against hers. I gave in and we returned, kissing urgently and deeply, over and over. I moved my hands down again, ran them along her hips, and then cupped her smooth rounded arse cheeks. I squeezed as I pressed her hips into me and Carole caught her breath and kissed me harder.

I could feel her warmth pressed rhythmically against my crotch and I was thrilled that I could make her writhe and want me to kiss, touch and caress her.

"Who taught you to kiss like that," Carole asked me in a breathy, half-choked voice.

"No-one," I responded, "it's a natural reaction to being so close to someone so beautiful and so sexy and who you care deeply about. And I want you desperately in so many ways." I bent slightly and holding her underneath her arms, swept her legs from under her, picking her up to carry her into the bedroom.

Carole squealed, "Don't you dare drop me," she laughed, then screamed as I made out to do just that. But I safely deposited her on the bed, and stood looking at this gorgeous creature. "I'm having a lot of trouble controlling myself," I confessed, then shucked off all my clothes other than my boxers in double quick time. I made my own situation worse by hooking my fingers into the top of her panties, pulling them down her legs and off, then I settled myself on the bed beside her.

"Jesse," she whispered huskily, "I don't want you to control yourself. I want to drive you wild with desire and lust so that you will take me and fuck me hard so that I know I belong to you. First of all, though, I'm going to make every guy's fantasy come true."

"Which is?" I asked with a wide smile.

"To have his mummy kiss, lick and suck his cock until he spends in her mouth, then she swallows it all. I so much want to feel you shoot all your hot load into my mouth and to taste your cum."

"Wow, Carole, yes, god, yes, I can hardly wait."

"No waiting tonight, sweetheart, it begins now," and she slid her hand down my chest, pinching my nipples on the way and pulled my boxers off, freeing my rigid throbbing cock. She wrapped a warm soft hand round my cock and murmured, "Ooo Jesse, that is so nice. You have such a lovely cock and my pussy is getting very excited at the thought of welcoming him in!"

"Oh fuck, Carole, that is so good – stroke my cock, hold my balls ..."

She did, one hand working the soft, sensitive skin on the underside of my circumcised cock and the other gently juggling my balls. I could feel myself become more rigid and more sexually excited than I think I'd ever been before.

"Oh, yes, I think I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered and bent down to lick a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. She ran her eager tongue the whole length of my cock, then took me into her mouth. After that one long toe-curling tongue bath, she stopped and moved away from me. 

"Argh, Carole, why have you stopped, I was almost there?"

"That's why, sweetie, I don't want you to cum too quickly," she laughed with a teasing tone to her voice.

"You'll pay for this, you sneaky bitch," I moaned, but Carole just laughed even more.

"Now ask nicely, and don't call your mummy rude names, or you won't get your special birthday treat", she teased again.

Carole then started using her tongue to lick around the head of my cock and around the soft sensitive area just below the head. She followed this slow electrifying torment by taking the head of my cock into her mouth and bathing it liberally with her saliva. Her soft lips wrapped tightly around my cock with her tongue working along it, but then I felt the most exquisite sensation as she took most of my cock deep into her throat, then let it slide out again in a truly amazing blowjob. I moaned loudly and continually as she began to move rapidly up and down on my super-sensitive cock and I moved my hips to fuck her mouth. 

I was now almost beside myself and would have said or done anything to continue the blissful sensation that Carole had created. "Please, my darling Carole, make me cum. Send me over the edge into paradise. I'm so full of cum that my balls are almost bursting."

Her hands massaged my balls as she sucked, her mouth moving expertly on my cock. I pushed her head into my groin but I let it go when she gagged as my cock pushed even further into her throat. "Oh yes, yes, yes Carole, suck me dry," I wailed. "Make me cum in your mouth and swallow my load."

Carole continued to deep throat me and I could feel the cum bubbling in my balls. I warned her, but she just closed her lips tightly over my cock. As I said this, she ran her finger down behind my balls and stroked across my puckered arsehole. That was enough, and I shook as if I was having a seizure and came into her mouth, growling and shouting in the thrill of my release.

Carole swallowed the whole of my load, and licked gently round my softening cock, keeping it in her mouth until I was drained dry. Then she moved up the bed and snuggled her head into my neck, whispering and mewling in pleasure. "Oh, Jesse, it was so good to hear and see you let go completely, and to know that I was able to do that for you."

"Your turn will come, Carole, and I can hardly wait to get you squirming and crying in ecstasy. You are such an exciting woman that just thinking about it is starting to make my cock hard again."

I kissed Carole between her breasts and she started to breathe harder. Carole's areolas became bumpy and taut and her nipples rose, hard and seeming to be urgently pointing to my mouth. I kissed the underside of her left breast, moved to the gap between them, and as I went to the other, her hands cupped each breast, and a finger touched me under the chin, guiding my mouth towards the nipple.

I took my time, working around it, and Carole grew impatient, wiggling her hips and moaning as I teased her. I circled her breast again and then, softly, took her into my mouth and sucked, taking the areola and nipple between my lips, and then came away a little to just suck on the hard tip. Carole raised her shoulders to try to make me take more into my mouth, and instead I moved to her other breast. This was just as aroused, and I took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, and sucked hard at her now wholly sensitive and reactive nipple.

"Oh, god, Jesse," Carole cried, half rolling against me to try to grind her pussy against me. I went to the other breast again, sucking it, kissing it, and her attempts at grinding became frenzied. Then I ran my hands from Carole's shoulders down to her breasts, giving the lightest of touches to her rock hard nipples and listening to her lust-fuelled sighs. I kissed her again, barely touching her lips, teasing her and pulling away as she tried to capture mine.

"Jesse, you are such a tease," Carole whispered, her voice strained with frustration.

I smiled, and ran my hands down to her sweet arse and I felt her grind her sex against me. Then I raised my left hand and caressed her cheek, bringing her lips to mine again in another hot, sweet kiss. I slipped my right hand down her tight stomach and over her hot wet pussy and I trembled as much in anticipation as she did. I looked down to get my first real view of Carole's pussy, and I was enchanted by what I saw. She had the most delightful pussy I'd ever seen. Shaved completely smooth, her lips were regular and beautifully shaped, now quite puffy and a deep pink colour, swollen in anticipation of sexual conquest.

I went further, stroking her pussy as gently as possible. Her inner lips were moist and sensitive and with a soft touch, I rubbed lightly up and down, but she pushed against my hand, trying to gain even more stimulation.

Carole broke our kiss and whimpered into my ear, "Oh, god, oh god, oh god .... Jesse, please make me cum my darling" 

"Be patient, gorgeous," I whispered, and kissed her just below and behind her ear, then drew the whole of her ear lobe into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She gasped and pushed against my hand again.

"Good?" I asked, continuing to stroke her pussy, focusing on her tight clit and she opened her legs a little more, her vagina getting bigger and even wetter and spreading itself against my hand.

"Yes," she whispered with a catch in her voice, almost choking as she did so. "Oh Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, I beg you, please don't stop."

I started to move my hand faster and deeper, and she gasped continuously as her breathing became ragged. Now I did stop, briefly, to tease her even more, and she moaned in frustration as I did so. I moved down and ran my tongue around her mound and then focused in on bathing her lips with my mouth. I spread the folds of her labia out gently with my hands and ran my tongue along her wet inside lips and then around her swollen clitoris, now leaving its safe haven – truly the "little man in a boat". Carole writhed and cried my name continuously, but I held her thighs firmly so that she could not escape my attentions, and there was soon a flow of her love juice over the lower half of my face. It tasted delicious.

I alternated between teasing her clit and going down to penetrate her with my tongue, my mouth and chin covered in her delicious, sweet juice. I worked harder as the taste became intoxicating, and I tried to bury my face in her pussy. I licked her up and down, moving her sweet clit in circles, until Carole stiffened and I kept on, kissing and nibbling at her clit.

She gasped and trembled in ecstasy and pushed her whole body against me. I could feel the thrust of her nipples on my chest and the thrust of her pussy against my mouth as she writhed and squirmed in a series of small orgasms. She started to shudder and tremble against my tongue, and I made sure I could maintain contact as she came, screaming, shaking the bed, her body bucking and spasming. I continued to stroke her pussy and rub and gently pinch her clit and Carole looked at me as I felt my pulse in my temples quicken at the look from those eyes. I moved away from her pussy and watched her slowly stop trembling as I stretched out beside her.

"Oh, Jesse, my love" she whispered, kissing me hard and feverishly, then forcing her tongue into my mouth and our tongues clashed sweetly but powerfully. Then she laid her head back with her eyes half closed and a dreamy look on her face.

I held her close until her orgasm finally quietened, then ran my hands over her body, feeling her breasts respond as her nipples again stood out like bullets. Then I stroked down over her satin smooth pussy and she gasped and raised her arse off the bed, trying to get as much contact with me as she could.

"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, I want more and more and more of you. Please fuck me hard and show me no mercy. Make me scream with ecstasy." Her whole body quivered with lust and excitement, and I could hardly wait.

"Okay, Carole, you asked for it, now you're gonna get it," I growled. "Get onto your hands and knees – it's time for a little doggy action."

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "do me until I scream for mercy, then do me some more."

I ran my hands over her back and thighs, and she trembled and shook. I was enjoying seeing and feeling her growing anticipation, and I reached under her and ran my fingers along her saturated pussy, and she squealed and sobbed. By now she was very ready and I kneeled behind her between her legs, lined up my hot throbbing cock and stroked it over her lips.

"Jesse, if you don't fill me with cock this minute, I'm going to bite your balls off!"

I laughed an evil laugh and slapped each cheek a couple of times, making her squeal and moan at the same time. All the while I was running my cock up and down her slit while the feverishly tried to force me inside her, and she whimpered in frustration, "Oh god, Jesse, you can't do this to me, I need to cum so much."

"No you don't, slut, you don't cum until I allow you to. I'm going to torment your cunt for just as long as I like. I'm enjoying controlling you like this and watching you writhe and shake and hearing you scream for release. Now, tell me Carole, what do you want?"

Carole wailed in her need, "Fuck me you motherfucker, cum in me and make me cum." 

Carole was now pinching and pulling at her own nipples to try to push herself over the edge into a gigantic orgasm, shuddering and shaking as she did so. I leaned forward and whispered sexy, dirty, hot things in her ear, "You are such a hot little slut ... you have such a sexy arse; I want to stick my cock in it and make you scream ... I want to cum in your beautiful mouth every day ... tie you up and lick your body all over, you gorgeous bitch ... oh god you have such a hot wet cunt, I want to fuck it and never stop ... I've been fantasizing about you for years."

Carole was so well lubricated with a steady flow of her juice that I had no trouble in penetrating her. I slid my cock up to her engorged lips and held it there briefly while she moaned and begged for me. Then with one quick thrust I buried myself balls deep in her steaming cunt even though she was surprisingly tight. 

Carole screamed her delight and thrust back at me, trying to keep my cock in her vibrating cunt for as long as she could. I began a series of long, deep, slow strokes to allow the walls of her vagina to adjust to me. Then I changed to alternating the long, slow, sensuous strokes with short, hard, fast thrusts, making her gasp and squeal with delight. I fucked her gaping, quivering pussy, and it felt even tighter as my cock swelled in anticipation of a huge climax. I kept this up as her gasps turned to moans.




My Mother My Lover Ch. 02



In the first part of my description of our relationship, I described how my mother and began having sex shortly after my eighteenth birthday. The intention of this second short explanation is not to describe in detail the events between us, but simply to try and illustrate the nature of our affair and how we have grown together as a couple. I hope that to some extent it will explain, for anyone that may be interested, how it feels to be in a partnership like ours. Most importantly, I want to express the depth of my feeling for her and to describe how we exist as loving and committed partners. We are lovers like any other couple and our blood tie is now secondary to that love. 

I am twenty three years old and my mother is forty six. We have been lovers for the last five years. Our relationship has developed gradually since we first began to have sex. During the excitement of those first nights in her bed, I experienced my introduction to the shattering pleasure that making love with a woman can bring. There was something bittersweet about taking this journey with my own mother. I knew that we were exploring something that should have been forbidden and yet the intoxicating taste of this dark and secret world was irresistible to us both. To me she was an elegant and attractive woman who took my virginity and taught me the pleasures of sex. That alone was enough to draw me in, but the fact that she wanted her own son to experience this with her was incredibly erotic in my mind. What we were doing ignited me.

Not long after we had started our sexual relationship, my mother began to use oral contraception, dispensing with the need for condoms. The feel of being naked inside of her was a new and incredibly intimate thing for me. The first time that I filled her with my sperm was beautiful and intense physically, but what was even more deeply affecting about this was the fact that she had made a conscious choice to take this step. For a long time I had wanted to share the deepest emotional and mental places with her, I wanted to be in parts of her mind that her son should never have entered. 

Knowing that she had consciously decided to make this change, so that we could enjoy regular and sometimes spontaneous sex, meant that she had accepted our relationship as something that was an important and routine part of her life. It was no longer the accidental consequence of us becoming unusually and unnaturally close. It was something that she chose for herself and that signalled to me that she chose me, her son, as her sexual partner. That was what I wanted more than anything, to be regarded by her in that way.

There was however always an element of inequality between us, which I suppose was to be expected.

She must have been nervous about what she was doing and worried that she was leading me into something that I was not emotionally mature enough to handle. For that reason she initially did not allow our sex to become anything more than a way of us sharing a needy and basic physical outlet that satisfied the urges of both of us.

It was an uneasy and strange relationship we had at first. Most of the time, we behaved like a perfectly normal mother and son. I finished my education and she worked, we spent time as a family looking after each other and we went along with the million and one mundane routines of life as any family would. But once a week, when we had the house to ourselves overnight, she would take me into her bed and we would make love. 

At first, it was very gentle and loving as she went through the ritual of seduction every time it happened. We would lie in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other as if to see how far we dared go. Eventually, when we were both captured by the excitement and anticipation, she would pull me to her, wrapping her legs around me and guiding me inside of her. It felt to me as if our sex was an unplanned extension of a loving closeness between a mother and her son, as we made love lying side by side and face to face. When it was over she would comfort me as she held my head to her, sometimes whispering to me that she was sorry for letting it happen. 

In time, the dynamic between us gradually changed. She became more open about her enjoyment and began to introduce an element of daring and slight greed into the act. As I became more confident in what I was doing I would be the one to try and move the pace of our foreplay towards intercourse. Instead of waiting for her to draw me to her I would move my hand to push her thighs apart with the intention of entering her. She would respond by grabbing my wrist as if to stop me. I sensed that she wanted me to react to this, knowing that she had me at a point at which my need for her had taken over. We would dance around this pretence a little while until eventually she would relax her grip, gently pressing her nails into the flesh of my back as I pushed my body onto hers and forced my penis inside of her.

Now and again she would be more aggressively selfish in taking something for herself. She would sit astride me, but not facing me as she had done the first few times we had sex. She would have her back to me as she straddled me, using her hands to press my hardness inside of her. My arms and hands would reach up to hold her waist and she moved herself up and down in a way which gave her most enjoyment. 

Normally, this would be on the occasions that we made love twice in the same night. The first time I would come quickly, unable to hold back at the sweet ecstasy of sharing her body. After a while, perhaps after we had slept a little, she would lead me towards her again. This time it would take much longer for my orgasm to arrive and she would be able to gain more satisfaction from what we were doing. As she took me it seemed that she no longer cared about whether I was taking enjoyment and instead was simply focusing on her own physical bliss. I would watch her as she moved and writhed, her body riding on me in a way that allowed her to satisfy herself.

It didn't happen every week. Sometimes we would go a month or more without her inviting me to sleep with her and I would think that it was over. I would have understood if she had wanted it to stop and there were times when I myself thought it might be better if it were to end. We never talked about it. I don't think we were capable of communicating our thoughts and feelings about what we were doing. Inevitably though it would start again and any doubts we had about the rights or wrongs would disappear in the delicious warmth of us enjoying a night in her bed. Looking back I suppose we were like any other couple finding the level and pace of a new physical relationship and over time we settled into a rhythm that became normal. The only difference in our case is that we were mother and son.

A subtle change in our relationship occurred after about six months. It was not long after I had started dating a girl of my own age. My mother had encouraged this at first and I had gone along with it, believing that she genuinely wanted me to move towards this next stage of my life. But I was soon to realise that, in truth, she wanted me for herself at the exclusion of all others. It is this feeling of possessive love that now characterises our relationship. It began on the night she first performed oral sex on me. 

On the night in question she was waiting up for me when I returned home. 

I had been on a date with the girl in question. My mother began to ask me questions about where we had been and what we had done. In truth the relationship was quite innocent, not really having passed the kissing and light touching stage, despite my obvious experience from my love making with my mother. 

She followed me into the kitchen and did something unusual for her in that she held me. Not in a sexual way at first, but in the way that a romantic lover might hold a partner in their arms. She kissed me. Gentle and sweet kisses, but kisses that became more intense as she began to show me how she felt and how much she needed me. 

Between each press against my lips she spoke to me, with short and quiet words that she didn't seem able to keep back.

"Does she kiss you like this my baby?"

Her tongue licked into my mouth and made contact with mine as she increased the depth of her kiss. 

"Does she touch you, do you let her touch you Tom?"

Her hands unfastened the waist of my trousers and she pushed her fingers down inside the top of my shorts, touching gently against just the tip of my penis. I grew hard to her touch. There is something I am sure about the feel of a woman's touch to any man that awakens his sexual urge, but I had already learned that the feel of my mother's hands against me had the power to unlock something incredible inside of me. She pulled the front of my garments apart as she spread the flat of her hand against my flesh and started to rub against me. 

Now she was talking to me as she touched me. No longer kissing me, simply whispering her words into my ear as she used both of her hands to start to gently tug and play with me. 

"Does it feel this good when she touches you?"

Her stroking movement began to increase and I was aware of the precum beginning to leak from me as she manipulated me. That manipulation was mental as well as physical.

"I know that nothing could feel as good as this for you my baby. Nothing could feel as good as your mother's touch could it?"

What happened next was something that had never occurred between us before, she had clearly decided that we needed to step over a boundary in our sexual game.

I was momentarily surprised as she moved her body downwards and settled onto her knees. In my inexperienced naivety I reached to steady her, thinking that she may not have intended the movement, but as she looked up into my face I realised her intention. She gave just the slightest hint of a smile as she moved her head downwards and I felt the warm sweetness of my mother's mouth wrap round me for the very first time. 

The sensation was incredible. There was a tight warmth that seemed to clasp around me and the silk brush of the gentle movement vibrated through my every sense. More than that, there was something unbelievably thrilling about the sight of her. I looked down at the top of her head and noticed the slow movement back and forth that matched the soft friction of her gentle sucking motion. I knew that this was my mother on her knees in front of me and it was that knowledge, fused with this delicious feeling of physical pleasure, that was so beautifully erotic. 

She paused to look up towards me again. As she did so I could see the wetness of my sperm across her lips and heard the slight breathlessness in her voice.

"Does she do this for you baby, does she suck your cock for you?"

She didn't wait for me to say anything and simply went back to what she was doing. I let her take over and waited for this gorgeous sexual performance to wash through me.

I began to slightly thrust my hips back and forwards along with her movement. It was instinctive. I wanted to feel more of this and she seemed to sense it, increasing the rhythm of her mouth in response to my need. I learned later how much she loved to suck. How it seemed to give her a feeling of power and control to use her mouth to lead her lover in the direction she wanted to go. But in that moment I only knew that my mother was teaching me how good it felt to be inside of a woman's mouth and I wanted to feel every ounce of pleasure from this that I could. 

She used her hand to steady and increase the pushing motion of my penis as she worked me. With every slight press into her I felt another surge of excitement. In one motion it would be caused by the swirl of her tongue against my skin and in another the tightness of her cheeks on my cock.

Now and again she released me completely from her oral kiss only to let me experience the beautiful sensation as her lips plunged down over me again. 

She moved her mouth from me momentarily now and again. The pause in her action delayed the inevitable but meant that the pleasure of what she was doing built more slowly and fully. What she was doing was intensified by the words she spoke in these seconds that she freed me from her clasp. It was her words as much as the feel of her mouth that drew me more deeply into the strange eroticism of what we were sharing.

"I love doing this for you baby. I love the taste of you. I want to do this for you all the time."

After speaking she rolled her mouth over me again, sucking more tightly and vigorously, with a definite determination. 

I felt my orgasm surging up through me as she frantically worked her head back and forwards. As I felt myself opening up, I wasn't sure exactly what she wanted or needed me to do. I ceased my own movement and began to draw back from her but she held me exactly where I was.

As I spilled and gushed into her mouth she stopped her motion and I realised that she was opening and closing her cheeks in slow spasms in order to swallow me down. This lasted for what must have been a minute as she made sure that she had drank all of me. 

She stayed on her knees and rested her head against my waist as she recovered from what she had done. I too just leaned back and let the sensation fade. When she eventually got back to her feet she kissed me. For the first time, I could taste and smell the slight tang of my own sperm on the lips of my mother and my lover. We had crossed a threshold and taken our relationship to a new and even darker place.

And so we have gone on. No other partners are in our lives and we know that we are committed to each other completely. 

Time has proved that our mutual attraction for each other is something that we could not could deny or resist, although I don't think either of us knew how to handle it at first. I have often wondered why we both need each other in this way. For my part, there is no denying that I find her an attractive and exciting woman. Every man has a 'type' and there is something about the shape of her body and general physical allure that turns me on. I suppose I could call it a simple coincidence that my mother fits the category of woman that I like. 

But why has the supposedly normal instinctive barrier that should separate a mother and son not prevented me from wanting her in the way that I do? I have wondered whether it is something that is genetic. Maybe we share a hidden code that makes us both attracted sexually to someone of our own immediate family. On the other hand, it could be that her own taste for incest has somehow passed to me psychologically through our otherwise normal mother and son interactions. 

Either way, I have learned that nothing can compare to the excitement and pleasure of sex with my own mother. My beautiful mother and lover.



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 02



Carole shrieked then moaned continuously as I concentrated on fucking her hard and fast, thrusting harder and more deeply and driving in and out of her pussy. I allowed my cock to slip out slowly until I was almost completely out then powered back in, causing Carole to scream somewhere between pain and ecstasy. I continued to drive deep and hard into her, holding on to her hips, which made her tits bounce with every thrust. Feeling her cunt muscles contract around my cock I knew Carole was about to cum, and I wanted to make her climax build and grow.

"Don't stop," she begged, "please Jesse, please don't stop. It feels so good, I can't take this much longer... I need it so much...more, more, more, please ... I'll do anything for you, I'll be your slut, anything you want, only just keep fucking me." I could feel the walls of her cunt seizing me as I slid in and out, welcoming me in and seeming to try to prevent me from leaving. 

"Beg me to make you cum, you beautiful bitch."

"Please, Jesse, please" Carole begged. "I need to cum so much...I'm so close...oh, please, god, let me cum." Both our bodies were covered in sweat and the only sounds in the room were our moans of excitement and the sound of our bodies slapping together. Carole was on the verge of orgasm, but I forced myself to hold still, remaining buried in her gorgeous, clingy cunt.

The velvet glove encasing my cock was making every nerve in my body fire off in rapture. My climax was building and I couldn't wait any longer as I was teetering on the brink. I panted into her ear, "."Okay," I gasped, "cum for me, cum with me now you gorgeous slut."

Carole's scream rose in a crescendo as she thrashed so hard that she nearly dislodged me. She tossed her head from side to side as the orgasm exploded in her cunt and then throughout her body. "Oh, fuck, oh, god, Jesse!"

Her cunt muscles gripped me even tighter, and that was enough to send me over the edge. Carole went rigid, held her breath and then let go with a gasping shriek and at the same time, I howled in triumph as my cum shot into the depths of my mother's cunt, bathing her womb with my juices as she collapsed on the bed. Rather than crush her into the bed, I rolled onto my side, pulling my now satiated cock from her soaking pussy. 

Carole slowly turned to face me. "Jesse, my darling, that was the most wonderful fuck I've ever had, and I mean ever. The only problem is that I don't think it could ever be as good again." She kissed me, a warm, sloppy wet kiss, then covered my face with little butterfly kisses, murmuring endearments as she did so.

I held her body close to me, feeling the press of her nipples against my chest and the sticky warmth of our combined juices against my groin. But it felt good to me, a gift from the woman I loved most deeply.

"Carole, you are truly the most wonderful lover, and you have totally spoiled me for anyone else."

"Just as well, stud," she laughed. "You're going to have your work cut out satisfying me!"

"Oh no, gorgeous, that's not work, it's the best form of play."

Carole snuggled her head up under my chin and I stroked her hair and down her smooth, velvety back. "Jesse", she whispered, "you do know you saved my life, don't you?"

"I'm not so sure about that, my sweet – I don't recall you ever being in imminent danger."

"Mmm, but I was getting close to a point where I would either have killed your father, or myself or both of us. He'd made my life hell, and I couldn't see any way out of it. But then you started to be closer to me, we talked, you went to Donny's funeral with me, and to the dinner/dance, and found a way to emasculate Denzel, and you didn't take advantage of me when you had the opportunity. You've been my knight in shining armour," she laughed.

I don't know about shining armour, Mum – it's a bit rusty and has a lot of dents and some bits are missing ..."

"Sshh, I just want to tell you how much I love you, and that I'll be with you for as long as you want me, my gorgeous boy."

"That's forever, Mum"

"Maybe, honey, but forever is a very long time. Let's make the most of the time we have now, and let the future take care of itself."

"Amen to that, Mum," I said, kissing the top of her head.

"You've just about exhausted me, Jesse, but it's the best exhaustion I've ever felt. I feel wanted, loved and desired and I don't think it gets any better than this. Now I'm going to sleep; please hold me in your arms, my love – I feel safe there."

"'Night, Mum", I murmured, wrapping her in my arms; her breathing slowed and she was soon asleep. I felt the warmth and softness of her beautiful sleeping body, and smiled to myself, "First my mother, now my lover," I whispered as I, too, started to drift into sleep.

I woke next morning, spooned into Carole's back. She was still sleeping, but I stroked over the smooth, silky skin of her arse, and kissed my way up her back and nuzzled into the sensitive place behind her ear, licking the soft skin. She woke, and turned to look at me through sleepy eyes.

"Morning gorgeous," I whispered, kissing her half open mouth lightly. She grabbed my head drawing my mouth to hers in a long, passionate encounter, our tongues blending together on a soft, sweet voyage of exploration.

"Mmm," Carole murmured in her softest, huskiest, sexiest voice, "And what does my lord and master most desire this morning?"

"Well, let me think, slave," I said, kissing her inviting mouth lightly but resisting her attempts to draw me into another passionate embrace. "My cock is so hard, it feels as if it's going to explode; it urgently needs some of your extra-special tender loving care."

"Oh yes, master," Carole teased and caressed my cock all over with her hands, bringing me closer to orgasm. She wiped a drop of pre-cum with a finger, and sucked it into her mouth in an explicit rehearsal of what she was about to do. Carole moved quickly down my body, rubbing her tits along my chest and stomach as she did so, and I felt the sensational delight of her lips playing up and down the length of my cock. I moaned in ecstasy as she took my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around the most sensitive spot, while she stroked and caressed my balls.

Carole alternated long moist strokes with shorter sucking and playfully licking the tip of my ultra-sensitive cock. I could feel the tension building in my balls and groaned loudly as she continued teasing me.

"You want me to make you cum, don't you?" Carole stated the obvious, but I realised that she was greatly enjoying playing with me.

"God, yes, you cock-tease." I moaned, "please let me cum – I don't know how much more ecstasy I can take?

Carole laughed, a low, sexy sound and continued bobbing her head up and down bringing me closer to exploding in her mouth. I pulled her head into my groin and held her fast while she continued to suck, her movements becoming faster but more erratic. A few moments later, I could contain myself no longer and screaming, "I'm cumming, oh mummy, I'm cumming," my hips raised off the bed, every muscle in my body tensed and my cock exploded into her mouth.

Carole swallowed and licked my cock clean before moving up and kissing me deeply, and I could taste myself on her tongue. "My darling Jesse, I love you so much," she whispered, "especially when you called out to 'mummy'. Just hold me close for a little while."

"Yes, Mum, yes, I so much want to feel you close to me and we can immerse ourselves in the love we feel for each other."

We stayed locked in a soft embrace, stroking each other and whispering endearments, sometimes including outrageous suggestions about what we'd most like to do to each other. This seemed to last for a hundred years, but cold reality suggested about fifteen minutes.

This idyll was broken by a knock on the door announcing breakfast, and I kissed Carole on the tip of her nose before throwing on a gown and bringing the food in. We ate in bed, feeding each other pieces of food and laughing and joking in high spirits. After we finished, Carole turned to me and said, "I don't know about you, honey, but I need a shower."

"Yes, sweetie, excellent idea – I'd love you to wash my back and there are other parts of my anatomy that I can't reach," I laughed.

"Jesse, you're incorrigible, but ... it would be nice to have someone to wash my hair for me. And to soap my tits for me," she continued enthusiastically.

We both headed for the bathroom which contained a palatial shower and set the water to the right temperature. I removed Carole's robe and she took mine off and we held each other close, revelling in the skin to skin contact. I could feel Carole's nipples pressing hard into my chest, and I reached down and ran a finger along her pussy. She gasped as I felt the heat and moisture flowing from the centre of her lust. She pulled my head down and kissed me urgently, but then said with a smile, "If you keep doing that, we'll never have a shower."

I stepped into the shower, drawing Carole after me, and we soaked before I worked a generous amount of shampoo into her long, thick hair, working it well in and massaging her scalp as I did so. Carole purred like a contented cat; "Mmm, that is so luxurious – you can keep on doing that for as long as you like." So I continued for a few minutes until she laughed and shook her head, then dipped under the shower to wash out the shampoo.

"Thank you, my love, that was gorgeous," she said pulling me in for another of her special warm, wet kisses.

"Carole," I said, rather hesitantly, "I've got a favour to ask you, and it's a bit kinky."

"Anything, my love – you know that, and with you, I don't mind 'a bit kinky'," she grinned.

"Okay, sweet Carole, while I'm not into toilet stuff in a big way, will you hold my cock while I pee?"

Carole giggled. "Sure honey, but on one condition. I've always envied you guys being able to stand up and pee. So I want to do just that in the shower – and you've got to watch me!"

It was an interesting experience, although Carole was laughing so much that she could barely control herself. After that little exhibition, she took my cock into her soft hand and stroked me a few times before I started to pee copiously. I expected Carole to direct my flow to the side of the shower, but I was surprised when her soft hand actually sent it over her stomach and tits.

After we recovered from so much laughing, I worked up a lather and soaped all over her beautiful body. I stood behind her and reached around, soaping her tits and massaging her long, hard nipples. She moaned as I pinched her slippery nipples and held her tits together, feeling their firmness and fullness. Then I moved further down, working my soapy fingers over her pussy and into her cunt, making her gasp and moan with pleasure. Carole turned in my arms and continued to stroke me, such that I generated a serious erection, so hard it almost hurt. "I want you, Carole," I moaned, "I want so very much to bury my cock in your beautiful pussy and make you scream with ecstasy and lust."

"Mmm yes, honey, I won't need very much persuasion at all," she whispered in reply, and with the warm water still flowing around us, she pulled my head down and kissed me passionately. Our tongues wrestled and fought with each other, and I reached down and again pinched each of her hard nipples.

Carole pulled away from me and squealed with delight. "Oh god, Jesse, don't tease me too much – I just want you to do me hard, any way you like."

I reached further down and stroked her pussy, wet with both the shower and from her excitement. Then I told Carole to hold onto the shower rail and spread her legs, which she did, quickly, moaning in the extremes of her pleasure. "Oh Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, yes, yes, darling, take me from behind, fill me pussy with your big hot cock. I can't wait any more, just do me now!"

I moved into position and stroked my cock along her wet inviting slit causing her to moan with lust and anticipation. "Oh god, Jesse, that's so good but I beg you, don't keep me waiting."

I continued to stroke my cock along Carole's slit, teasing her and making her whimper and gasp. She trembled and shook, and I entered her with one long firm thrust of my rigid, aching cock, and Carole screamed her desire and the almost overpowering sensation of joy, delight and bliss.

Carole's cunt muscles gripped me as I drove in and pulled out steadily, with the clinging sensation getting stronger as her cunt seemed determined not to let me go. This caused me to fuck her harder and faster, alternating short hard thrusts with longer forceful cunt-filling strokes. At the same time, I reached round and pinched her nipples, then rolled them and pulled them out, stretching her tits away from her chest. Carole squealed and moaned, "Aargh, mmm, ooh ..." repeated over and over, rising in a slow crescendo.

She cried my name – "Oh, Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, I'm almost there – please don't stop fucking your mummy."

My climax was coming fast. Her sensational clingy cunt was gripping me and on each thrust my cock seemed to swell and throb harder. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, and they drew up close to the base of my cock ready to shoot a red hot stream into Carole's womb.

"Yes, my lovely mummy-slut, take it all," I groaned and to put the finishing touches to he climax, I ran a finger over her aroused and needy clit. She screamed and went rigid as her orgasm swept through her body in an unrestrained sensual climax. That was enough to send me over the edge and I emptied my balls in three or four jets of hot cum in an ecstatic ejaculation only just this side of pain.

Carole turned in my arms and I supported her as her legs seemed almost to turn to jelly. She whimpered softly as her orgasm subsided, and I held her close under the steady stream of warm water. After a short while Carole looked deep into my eyes and I could see a woman who had been liberated by her passion and allowed to be someone she most needed to be; a woman freed from sexual doubt and insecurity and able to give herself completely to her desires. She had been swept along on a tide of lust and powerful emotions in a direction that she had longed to go but had never been quite able to achieve.

I also felt a little unnerved at my role in this transformation, but more excited by our experiences together in a new and electrifying journey.

Then the spell was broken as Carole laughed and said, "Jesse, honey, we'd better dry off – I'm turning into a prune."

"Mmm, me too, lovely woman," and I grabbed big thirsty towels, wrapping one round her and one round myself, as we played at drying each other off, laughing and teasing as we went.

Carole dried her hair with the dryer provided and padded out into the bedroom. "Hey gorgeous," I chuckled, "how about doing a reverse strip? There is something quite exciting in watching a beautiful woman dress."

She tossed her hair and raised her eyes in an exaggerated gesture. "Men," she exclaimed, "don't you ever think of anything but sex?"

"Umm, come to think of it, no," I smiled, but Carole started dressing in a slow and deliberately provocative way that generated a very pleasant response from my cock.

"There, how do I look?" she preened after completing her dressing and makeup.

"Good enough to eat," I growled, "and if you're not very careful, I'll do just that," at which she danced away laughing.

We booked out of the hotel and headed for home in Mum's BMW, which I was permitted to drive – a rare privilege. As soon as we were home, we threw our arms around each other and kissed deeply and passionately, tongues tangling and dancing together. I looked into her sparkling eyes and saw a future that promised so much for both of us in so many ways. A lot of those ways had to do with a deep physical attraction that meant that we would be hard put to keep our hands off each other for very long.

"Back home again, honey – but it seems so different from when I left."

"Me, too, Mum. Now it's filled with love and lust, and we can show each other just how much we care."

"Why don't you move your stuff into my room, Jesse, for maximum togetherness?"

"Hmm – I don't think that's such a good idea, Mum."

She looked at me with shock and disbelief. "Oh god Jesse, what's happened? Don't you want to be with me now we're home?"

I laughed. "Ooh yes, Mum – it's all I can do to keep my hands off your gorgeous body. But we've got to be careful, particularly as Mrs D cleans our bedrooms regularly. You know what a dreadful old gossip she is; if she saw your silky nighties tangled up with my jammies, it would be all over the neighbourhood within hours. On the other hand, if you slip into my room, or if I'm invited into yours, we can still have lots of fun."

Mum grinned at me. "Okay stud, I can't argue with that, but you have a standing invitation to visit me whenever you like, so long as you leave your door unlocked for me."

With that, we went our separate ways, but with plenty of occasions to touch, kiss and caress each other. We were both busy during the next week, Mum with her job and me studying hard for finals. That didn't prevent some very lust-filled and energetic encounters in the evenings where we both enjoyed each other to the max.

To my max. certainly, but I started to get a slightly uneasy feeling that all was not quite as it should be for Mum. Nothing I could definitely put my finger on and nothing that she was prepared to talk about. This, in itself, was unusual because she was normally quite happy to discuss personal issues with me. I wondered if, perhaps, I wasn't able to satisfy her enough, but she never showed any hesitation about joining me in an active and pleasurable romp.

This puzzled me, and I spent a while in the university library ruminating on how Mum might be feeling. Then one or two clues started to surface. Her confession some years ago that she had a strong sex drive and tried to tempt Dad by dressing provocatively. Her drunken demand that I should punish her, her lust driven desire during my 21st "celebration" to be my slut, and her willingness for me to pee on her tits and stomach all led me to wonder whether there might be a submissive element in Mum's make-up. That might be an answer – perhaps she needed to be dominated in the bedroom and made to do things that she otherwise wouldn't be capable of or couldn't face doing by herself.

"Possibly", I thought, and then spent some time reading up on the various manifestations of submission and what is important to submissives in their relationships with a Dom. Reflecting on this, an idea hit me as a complete project.

It was a Friday evening, and Mum was quite playful, flaunting her body in front of me, dressed only in short shorts and a top tied under her gorgeous breasts. "If you can catch me, you can fuck me," she teased, dancing away, but knowing it wouldn't be long before I did catch her.

I did, but when I did so, I told her, "This time, I'm going to tell you to do something, and I want you to agree. I won't hurt you, but you have to agree first without knowing the details."

Mum looked a little puzzled, but trusted me enough to agree.

"Okay, let's go to your bedroom, Carole, then you will strip and sit up with your back against the headboard of the bed – put some pillows behind you, then spread your legs as widely as you can without too much strain."

She did this, still looking puzzled, then I told her,

"I want you to masturbate to climax, but you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to do so. At the same time you must continue to look straight into my eyes while you do so." She nodded, although a little hesitantly.

"Last but not least, as you masturbate, you are to tell me exactly what fantasies are going through your mind as your climax builds. When I judge that you have told me enough of your fantasies, I will permit you to cum."




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 02



"Oh god, Jesse, ... why? ... what?"

"Carole, just do it or I shall have to think about how our relationship is going to work in future."

"Oh no, honey, I can't lose you now. If you're sure you know what you're doing, I'll do what you say," she whispered, and wetting her right index finger, started to stroke it up and down her soft pink slit. Her fuller outer lips started to open and she kept enough saliva on her pussy to lubricate her until shortly afterwards, her pussy started to glisten with her own love juice.

Carole alternated her stroking by inserting first one, then two, then three fingers into her now soaking cunt, and she started to moan and quiver with excitement.

"Great, Carole, now your fantasies, please."

Carole gasped and shook but couldn't seem to find the words. She was still looking deep into my eyes, and I allowed a hard look to creep into them.

"Oh god, Jesse," she stammered, "I can only think of you and how good it is when you take me and make me scream with ecstasy."

"There's more to it than that, though, isn't there Carole?"

"Oh Jesse, I can't ... I mustn't ... I can't stand the thought of you turning against me." She was now shuddering with desire and a need to cum although her hand was now moving over and into her pussy at lightning speed. "Please, Jesse, please just let me cum, I can hardly stand this any more." 

"No, Carole, not until you've told me the whole story."

"Oh Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, don't keep me strung out like this, I need to cum so badly."

"You know the rule, Carole, now tell me," I barked.

"Aargh, oh god, alright, alright. I have these fantasies of you controlling me, of making me do naughty, nasty things. Of being made to do what people say is wicked, perverted and evil. I want you to dominate me. I want to be your slut, your bitch, your whore, just for you alone. I need it so very, very much," she whimpered in a voice that was now choked and almost incoherent. Then in the same low voice she begged, "Oh master, please I'm desperate – please, I beg you, let me cum."

'Master' was completely unexpected, but I managed to say, "Now I think I understand, Carole. When I count to three, you may cum. One." She moaned and thrashed on the bed.

"Two." A five second pause, then, "Three."

Carole shook violently and screamed, an almost animal howl. Her body shuddered, then went completely rigid before she screamed again as her climax reached its peak. Then she sobbed loudly as she came down from this monumental orgasm and I joined her on the bed, holding her gently in my arms, stroking her hair and shoulders and whispering soft words of comfort to her.

Carole looked at me through tear streaked eyes as if trying to gauge my response to what she had told me. I kissed her softly, moving my lips gently against hers but without any tongue.

"Carole, first things first. I love you more deeply than I can say, and nothing you tell me about yourself is going to change that. We do need to talk about this, though, and we will do that tomorrow morning. For the time being I have two more instructions for you."

Carole looked a little scared, but just nodded her head.

"First, go to your bathroom and either take a long relaxing bath or a nice warm shower. Then go straight to bed and get a good night's sleep. I'll join you when you are in bed." She looked up at me, but I continued, "to sleep, strictly to sleep. I'd like to feel your body close to me."

"So would I, Jesse, darling," she said in a voice so low and quiet I could barely hear her. Then she disappeared and I went to my room and pretended to read. An hour or so later, I tiptoed to Carole's room; she was asleep, and I slipped into bed beside her. I kissed her once on the cheek and she mumbled something that sounded like, "I love you", before I fell into a dead sleep.



Thank you for reading this story. Chapter 3 will follow eventually; it may take a little while, so stay tuned.



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 03



This continues the story from chapters 1 & 2 and introduces some more D/s elements.  I would again like to thank Hatsuda for his editing expertise and encouragement.



The bed was empty when I woke next morning, but I could smell coffee brewing. I threw on a gown and ambled down to the kitchen where Mum was fixing breakfast.  I padded up behind her and wrapped her in my arms from behind, kissing her behind her right ear.

"Morning, gorgeous," I whispered.

Mum turned in my arms.  She looked rather drawn and hesitant, but still managed, "Morning yourself, handsome.  Look Jesse, we need to ..."

I put my finger against her lips, doing my mindreading act.  "I agree; we do need to talk, but breakfast first.  I'm starving."

"Okay honey, but I want you to know how much I love you and how much you mean to me."

"Me too, Mum, I'm desperately and helplessly in love with you, and nothing you can say is going to change that.  I want you to know that you're not only stunningly beautiful, you're smart, funny, elegant, you have a magic personality, a body to die for, and, oh god, are you sexy.  I'm totally smitten."

Her face relaxed and she kissed me, warm and sweet with the tip of her tongue just stroking along my lips, and I returned the compliment.  Mum smiled and said, "Now let me go you big ape or we'll never get breakfast.  I couldn't bear to have a starving lover."

I sat and read the paper, making fatuous comments about the news headlines, until we had breakfast, exchanging small talk.  Then we cleared up, and I took Mum's hand and led her into the lounge.

"Okay, Mum, about last night.  Will you go first?"

"Oh Jesse, this is so hard for me; it's something I wanted to keep hidden from you because I feared that you would think I was some kind of deviant or pervert and not want to be with me any more.  I felt so vulnerable, but then you forced it out of me ... no, that's not fair – I found myself in a place where I couldn't hide any more and I needed to let it all out."

"Mum I ..."

This time it was her turn to put her finger against my lips.

"Please, honey, I need to tell you, and it's best for me if I let it all go at once, then you can make your judgement."

I was about to comment but thought better of it and I let it go.

"Jesse, I've known for a very long time, for ever, I think, that there's some kind of submissive element in my makeup.  When I was a child, my father was a strict disciplinarian, and I knew I had no choice but to obey him.  That led me to believing that I couldn't think for myself and I had to obey.  You're studying psychology, so you'd know about that sort of thing."

I nodded, but again kept quiet.

"Jesse, I'm very good at what I do professionally.  That's not conceit; it's a recognition of my own strengths in a particular field, and I'm very confident of my abilities in that area.  It's stressful and getting more so, but I can handle that sort of stress.  When it comes to my emotional life, though, I've always been a mess.  I have no confidence in myself, and I've so needed someone I can trust absolutely so that I can let go of all my inhibitions and be who I want to be.  I need to be able to surrender myself to someone I can rely on and give that person complete control over me, and let go of all my responsibilities in my emotional life.  Not all the time, maybe, but when we are together and I can submit to you.  Perhaps that can also help to build my resilience to deal with my professional stress."

I had read something of the nature of dominance and submission, and a fully formed understanding came to me that my beautiful mother loved me far more than just as a mother.  What was more, she wanted to please me and would do anything I wanted.  At the same time, I knew that I loved her deeply and wanted to be with her.  It also started to dawn on me that being able to dominate my beautiful, sexy mother and to have her willingly submit herself to me was extraordinarily potent and, potentially dangerously intoxicating.  Even as we sat and talked, my stiffening cock let me know how exciting this was.

"Honey, the idea of being able to give up responsibility for myself and to have you take control is my reward.  I can abandon myself to you completely, give up all responsibility and even 'be nothing'.  I wouldn't have to 'be myself' but just allow you to take control of my body and my mind."

"Oh god, Mum, do you realise what you are saying?"

"Yes, Jesse, I've given this a lot of thought; it's been with me for most of my life, and it's only now that I can start to let it out.  You see, my love, my first need is for someone I can really trust."

"Does that mean that you couldn't possibly submit to someone that you didn't have an intimate emotional connection with?  Someone, perhaps who is a "professional" dominant?"

"No, never, Jesse.  You are the only person I can possibly trust at this depth to accept my surrender and keep me safe.  Just being able to let go and put myself wholly into your hands is a huge satisfaction for me, and, depending on what you do to me, I think it would also be incredibly sexy."  She smiled, pouted and blew me a kiss.

"Wow, Mum, this is unbelievably hot, but you need to understand that I have no experience as a dominant.  Even so, if we're able to really communicate with each other and learn as we go, we could really make this work.  I know that I will need to listen to what you need to tell me and to read all the other signs from you.  If that is really what you want, then I do, too."

"You're right, we can learn together and I'm completely certain there won't be any problem with this, Jesse my love.  I trust you totally, and you can do absolutely anything that you want.  "

"Mum, please be careful – you're giving me a blank cheque to do anything I like."

"Yes, honey that's just what I am doing," she replied without a trace of hesitation.

"Okay, Mum, but we need to establish a few boundaries."

"No, honey, I trust you totally."

"Hmm.  Okay, so you will do everything I say?"

Without hesitation she replied, "Yes, of course."

"You will suck my cock?"

"Yes."

You will let me control your orgasms and not cum until I allow you to?"

"Ooh yes."

"Let me use your arse?"

"Yes."

"Let me tie you up and caress your whole body?"

"Yes."  Mum started to shiver with anticipation.

"Spank you?"

"Yes."

"Cum on your face and tits?"

"Yes."  Her shivering increased.

"Make you have sex with another woman?"

"Oh, I've never thought about that, but, yes if it pleases you, and if it was someone that I felt okay with."

"Not good enough, Mum.  If it was some old tramp that I picked up off the street?"

Her voice now became quiet and low.  "I guess so, if that's what you want."

"Publicly humiliate you?"

Her voice now became hoarse and tears started to form in her eyes.  "Yes."

"Brand you, pierce you or have you tattooed?

"Yes."  Her voice was now even quieter and broken with tears.

"Share you with other men for their pleasure?"

"Yes, if that is what you really need."

"Make you have sex with animals?"

"Yes."  Her voice was now so low that I could hardly hear.

In my arrogance, I barked, "Louder, mother, I didn't hear you!"

"Yes", she screamed through her tears, seemingly without hope.

Mum stood in front of me, her head bent down, her shoulders slumped and tears rolling down her face, a picture of misery.  Then it suddenly hit me with almost physical force.  This gorgeous, sexy yet vulnerable woman had offered herself to me without any limits, and I had just pole vaulted over any reasonable boundaries and abused our relationship to the point where my words had caused her anguish and pain.  How could I possibly justify the demands I had just made?

I moved slowly towards her and took her hands in mine. "Oh god, Mum, I am so very sorry – could you ever bring yourself to forgive me?" I said with my voice now starting to choke up.  

Now she completely astonished me as she looked up with an expression of amazement on her face.  "Oh no, Jesse, no, you must NOT blame yourself for this.  I was the one who insisted that there should be no limits and that boundaries weren't necessary.  You tried to persuade me and I wouldn't listen.  I got so distressed because I realised that there were some things that I couldn't face but I couldn't say 'no' because I'd given you carte blanche to do as you like."

I looked at Mum and suddenly started laughing.  "Oh dear, oh dear, Mum, we are a prize pair, aren't we?  I love you so much and I wouldn't do anything to harm you."

Mum laughed through her tears in reply.  "I bet I love you more.  So there!"

"Hmm, I don't know about that, but we've got the rest of our lives to find out who loves who the most."

She came into my arms and pressed her body closely to mine.  I could feel the swell of her beautiful tits and the hard points of her nipples thrusting into me as she ground her pussy against me.

"Jesse, master, please take me.  I want you so much."

"Okay, my pet, just allow me a few more words, then I'm going to fuck you so hard my cum will squirt out of your ears."

"Ooh, yes, please darling, that sounds really good."

"First, though, Carole, let me say that I find the whole idea of bestiality totally repulsive.  I'd rather cut my own cock off than submit you to that."

She laughed.  "Oh no, don't do that.  I need him urgently; what would I do without your lovely cock?"

"Well, I'm sure you won't have to find out.  As well, I'm totally selfish and I have absolutely no intention of sharing you with any other guy.  I do have this fantasy of seeing you with another woman, though, but it MUST be someone who you find attractive."

Mum shivered in my arms, this time with pleasure and made little murmurs of encouragement.

"As to marking you in any hard way, I would hate to see your gorgeous body defiled, so piercing, branding, tattooing or anything else like that is out of the question."

"Even if I want someone to tattoo me with a little sign that says 'property of Jesse'," she laughed.

"Yes, even that.  Now don't interrupt, slut, your master is talking."

"Yes sir," she replied meekly, but with an undertone of laughter."

"Now, where was I?  Oh yes, I won't publicly humiliate you either – that would be quite unfair as I know you have a high profile in some very straight circles."  My mind tripped over the idea of a straight circle, but I continued, "Even so, I wouldn't be averse to a little private humiliation, kept strictly behind closed doors.  I see you being naked with a collar and a lead, and a vibrating butt plug with an artificial tail attached to it, and I could lead you around the house with you on all fours."

Mum gave a very passable imitation of a dog barking.  "Ooh yes, then I really could be your little bitch!"

"Master, I know you've got some other things to say, but I'm just about coming apart at the seams.  Would you be really kind to your slut and take her to bed and give her the hard fucking that she deserves?"

I needed no further encouragement, and within a few minutes we were naked on her king size bed.

"How do you want me, master?" she gasped.

"On your back, spread your legs and pull your ankles up to your shoulders."

"Mmm yes, please, don't take too long" she whimpered.

I had seen a damp patch on the gusset of her panties as she had hurriedly stripped, but I needed to check how ready she really was.  I stroked my right index finger along her slit, from her puckered arsehole along her moist and excited inner lips to her clit, now standing proud from its sheath.  She gasped as I did so, shaking and quivering in anticipation.  This time I knew no preliminaries were needed, and I lined up my rigid and throbbing cock with her glorious cunt, just resting the head lightly on the entrance.  This made her moan and push her hips forward in an effort to get me into her hot hole.

So as not to disappoint her, with one solid thrust I impaled my shaft into her steaming wet cunt.  Her pussy muscles grabbed at me as I did so and she screamed with the overwhelming sensation of being filled with cock.  I started with long slow thrusts, almost (but not quite) withdrawing my cock from her, which caused her to gasp with need.

"Take it all, slut," I demanded, "you wanted it hard, and that's just how you're going to get it."

I then changed gear, using short, fast, hard strokes that caused her to thrash around on the bed and fling her head from side to side.  I knew that neither of us would last very long, and I heard her gasps turn to moans.

"Oh god yes, master, fuck your bitch and make her cum.  Do me as hard as you can.  Oh yes, more, more, more, please don't stop, I'm so close to cumming."

I changed again with long hard thrusts that stroked across her clit and she started to come apart.  At the same time, I could feel my balls drawing up and the tingling at the base of my cock told me I would cum at any moment.  The velvet vice of her cunt squeezed me as I continued my increasingly feverish thrusts.  I knew that I couldn't hold back for much longer and slammed into her with my balls slapping against her arse.  My cum raced up my cock and I shouted in joy and triumph as it flooded into her.

That was enough to send her over the top.  She screamed incoherently and her nails raked down my back as ecstasy overtook her and her floodgates opened.  She first went into a violent spasm, then howled as the orgasm overtook her, and she flooded my cock with her love juice.  I stayed with her legs on my shoulders until my cock shrank and oozed out of her soaking pussy, releasing a trickle of our combined juices.

I rolled over and moved up the bed and took Carole in my arms, kissing her softly.  To my surprise and delight, she disengaged and slid her soft silky body down mine until she was able to take my shrunken cock in her mouth and lick me completely clean.

"A good slut should always make sure her master is clean and tidy", she whispered and moving back up my body, snuggled her head into my neck.  Then she playfully wiped her fingers across her ears and laughed.  "No cum, master – maybe I wasn't quite good enough for you."  

"Slut or no slut, Mum, I love you so much I sometimes feel like bursting when I'm close to you.  You are so damned sexy that I can get a first grade hard on just thinking about you."

"Really?" she replied with laughter again in her voice.  "Well, don't let it go to waste.  Just tell me and I'll find something inventive to do with it – better still, show me," she giggled.

We returned to the kitchen and sat drinking coffee.

"Mum, there are a couple of other things we need to sort out.  First, you need a safe word so that if I do anything, repeat anything you don't like, I will stop.  Guaranteed."

"Okay, honey, - what sort of a safe word?"  She hesitated and then laughed.  "I know, how about 'turnip'?"

"Turnip?" I queried, "Well, yeah, I guess."

"Honey, neither of us is likely to scream in the height of our passion, 'oh god, give me more of your beautiful turnip," she laughed.

"No, I can see that, or to say, 'Mmm, you have such a beautiful turnip'.  No that should work very well.  The other thing is that it would help to have some sort of signal to know when you're feeling submissive, when you just want to laugh and play and fool around, and when you're serious and in full on 'mother' mode."

"Okay, Jesse, do you have any ideas?

Well, yes, I do, but it might be a little inconvenient for you."

"Try me and see."

Well, when you have your hair up in a French roll, I'll know you are really serious and no messing about.  When your hair just flows freely around your shoulders, I'll know you want to play or for us to just be together and enjoy each other's company.  And if you wear it in a pony tail, I'll know you want me to dominate you.  How does that sound?"

Mum stroked her hand across her head, with her hair down to her shoulders.  "Sounds good to me – let's try it out."  Then she stood and came to sit on my lap.  "Now stop talking and kiss me, Jesse."

Which we did, a long, sweet kiss with our tongues lazily swirling together, enjoying the sensuous feelings and sense of belonging to each other.

"One last thing, Mum," I said ignoring her shaking her head with her eyebrows raised to heaven.  "I'd like to keep calling you Mum when we're close together like this and also when the situation is formal.  But I'd also like to call you Caroline sometimes, particularly when we're close and hot and sexy."

"Okay, but don't forget that I want to be your slut, honey.  When you dominate me, you can call me slut, bitch, tramp, whore or anything else you choose and it will actually help me to know that I have given myself to you to be your plaything.  Then I can feel free."  With this, she kissed me again, hard and needy, with her tongue deep in my mouth.  "I love you, Jesse/master, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

We spent the rest of the day in a wholly domestic scene, talking, playing, laughing, kissing, and for me, enough studying to salve my conscience.  We made love softly and gently that evening, delighting in each other's bodies, and both of us slept soundly.

I woke early the next morning (Sunday) with a powerful morning woody, pressed hard into the cheeks of Carole's sumptuous arse, and I knew then what direction we were going to take.  Carole woke slowly, yawned and wiggled her arse against me.

"Mmm, morning sweetie, apart from the obvious, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Great, thanks Mum.  So great, that I want to ask you something.  Later, I guess as your dom, I might demand it, but first time I'll ask; I'd love to take you up your gorgeous arse."

Mum stiffened a bit, but said, "Okay Jesse, but ..."

"What's the problem, Mum?"

"Well, I'm not exactly an anal virgin, honey; Denzel took me there just once.  He just shoved his cock into my arse and it was so brutal it hurt like fire.  I screamed in pain; I thought he was trying to split me in half, and I never allowed him to do it a second time.  He wasn't happy about it, but I wasn't going to go through that again."

"Hmm, yeah, I can understand that.  Now, I'm not an expert, but I do know that we need to do some preparation.  I need to stretch you, gently but progressively, and you need to be able to relax your sphincter muscle.  We need to get some practice in so that we can both enjoy the real thing."

"Okay, honey."  Mum was rather uncertain, but I pressed on.

"First things first, I feel like a shower, and I love showering with you."  Mum grinned, and I continued, "I'll be happy to wash your hair for you, then I'll start by using just one nice soapy, slippery finger in your butt."

We were soon in the shower; I shampooed her hair and she coo-ed appreciatively.  Then we soaped each other thoroughly with lots of giggles and sensuous touches.  I used the hand spray to spray warm water into Carole's open pussy and she squealed with delight.  "Ooh you are a bad boy, but that is so nice."

"Okay, sweet cheeks, now let's see how we go with your arse.  Hold onto the rail, spread your legs and bend over as far as is comfortable."

I could see her little brown puckered hole and bent down to run my tongue across it.  Carole gasped and panted, "Ooh yes that feels so good," but then gasped even more as I rolled my tongue sideways and pushed it gently into her arsehole.

"My god, what are you doing?" she screamed.

"What does it feel like?"

"It's so different.  I didn't even imagine that this could be possible, it feels so naughty but so good," she moaned.

"Okay, now I'll try again, and just see if you can relax the muscle and let me in a bit further."

This time, Carole consciously relaxed her sphincter a little and I was able to get my tongue a bit further in.  She squealed and gasped with pleasure.




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 03



"Now let's go to the next step."  I soaped my hand and gently inserted my index finger into her anus.  I could feel the muscle tensing, and stopped.

"Oh god, Jesse, please be gentle – I'm so scared.  Your tongue was nice and soft and squishy, but I'm not sure about your finger."

"Carole, try to consciously relax the muscle.  I won't hurt you – remember 'turnip' – but I want to see if I can just get one finger all the way in.  Trust me, Mum," I attempted to calm her fears, then gently inserted my finger again.  I stopped as she gradually relaxed her sphincter, and I pushed in to the second knuckle.

"How's it going sweet cheeks?" I asked.

"Okay so far – not bad at all."

I pulled out until just the tip of my finger was inside her, then slowly pushed in until my whole finger was buried in her sweet arse.  Then I gently moved my finger backwards and forwards and side to side, slowly stretching her anus.

"Ooh Jesse, this is a strange feeling – strange but nice.  I think I might get to like you playing with my butt like this."

"Good, Mum, now let's see what happens if I take it up a notch," and I slowly introduced a second finger.

"Jesse, my love, please be careful – I don't know if I can take any more."

"You know the rule, Mum, just relax and let it all happen," and I bent and bit her on her right cheek.  The surprise of this deflected her concentration from her anus, and I was able to slide in another finger to the second knuckle."

"You cheat," she gasped but didn't try to pull away.  I slowly got the second finger completely into her hole and using them both, started to spread it a little more widely.

"Oh yes, honey, that's not nearly as bad as I feared.  In fact it's quite exciting even though it is a bit uncomfortable."

"I tell you what, Carole, if your balance is okay, let go with one hand and just stroke your clit while I stretch you."

"Mmm – oh god that feels so good.  Oooh yes, ... oh Jesse, I want you so much and I don't care whether it's up my arse or in my pussy."

"Patience, you hot little bitch, we've still got some preparation to do, and she moaned in disappointment as I withdrew from her arse.  I slapped each cheek and she squealed and took a half-hearted swing at me.  I caught her arm and pulled her to me, wet with the shower still running and kissed her hard, our tongues duelling.  I then released her just enough to find her tight, hard nipples and pinched them to make her squeal again.

"Jesse, if you keep doing that I won't be responsible for my actions.  I'm likely to attack you and rape you and ..."

"Mmm perhaps it might be a good idea to dry off.  But hold that thought – it might be fun to persuade you to try to rape me."

"Jesse, you're incorrigible," Carole laughed, and we enjoyed mutually drying each other with big thick warm towels.

We moved into the bedroom and she lay on the bed looking a bit apprehensive.

"Don't worry too much, Mum, I think the worst is now over."  I produced a bottle of anal lube and a tapered butt plug.  I had Carole get up on all fours and spread her legs, then squirted lube onto her hole and onto the plug.  Then I gently inserted the plug into her arsehole and reamed it around.

"Oooh, slowly please Jesse, give me time to adjust."

I slowed and withdrew the dildo then dribbled some more lube on it and inserted it again.  This time I increased the penetration but continued to move the dildo around, gradually stretching her even more.

"So, how does that feel, my special anal slut?"

"Jesse, I can't believe it.  It feels so different but so right; now I can't wait for you to replace that lump of plastic with your real live rigid hot cock."

"Okay, gorgeous, you asked for it."  Removing the butt plug, I squirted some more lube on my cock and lined myself up behind her luscious arse.  I placed the tip of my cock against her rear hole and then pushed gently as it started to slide in.  I had expected what happened as she tensed her sphincter now that this was real and not just practice.

"Carole, my darling, I adore you and I certainly don't want to harm you.  So just relax the muscle and let me in, and I promise I'll be slow and gentle – to start with."

"Mmm, ooh yes, please take me easy, not too fast, I'm still a bit scared."

I moved my cock gently into her sweet arse, not knowing how long I could keep going at this slow, deliberate pace that was driving me towards my own delicious orgasm.  Carole now able to completely relax her sphincter and I was soon able to bury the whole of my cock in her arse, up to my balls.

"Oh god, Jesse, you're all in now, aren't you?  It feels so good to have you buried in my arse; now please, my darling master, fuck me and make me cum."

I was now able to move steadily into and out of her soft, sweet arse, taking progressively longer strokes and gradually speeding up.

"Mmm, ooh, aargh, yes, yes, more, harder, ream my arse out you motherfucker.  Do me good and don't stop."

Then I reached round and started to stroke her soaking wet pussy, flicking her engorged clit.  As before, in the shower, this drove her to the brink of delirium.  She screamed and shouted my name and my hand was covered in her love juice.  "Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, don't stop, just fuck my arse until I collapse.  This is SO good I can hardly stand it."

By now I was also getting close to a raging, roaring climax.  "Yes, Carole, you beautiful bitch, I'm almost at the point of no return.  Cum with me."  She screamed and then I pinched her clit which caused her to clench all her muscles, trapping my cock in a soft hot grip that seemed as if it would never let go.  Her scream turned into an animal howl of ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her, and that was enough to take me into orbit and I shouted my climactic rapture as I shot load after load of my cum deep into her rectum.

We both collapsed sideways and gradually my limp cock slid out of her arse as we lay panting and gradually recovering.  Suddenly, Carole said, "Jesse, just stay there for a minute," and she disappeared, returning shortly after with a bowl of warm water and a face cloth.  She gently wiped my cock clean and asked me, "May I please wipe over my arse, too, master?"

I nodded agreement, but said, "But not your pussy."

Carole looked puzzled, but did as I asked.  When she was finished, I slid down the bed and licked her pussy clean of all the divine love juice that had gathered during her orgasm.  Then I moved back up the bed and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her own juices.

Carole looked at me with half closed, smoky eyes.  "There aren't the right words to describe how I feel right now.  I just know that you are a wonderful, wonderful man, and you can have my arse any time you like."

"Thank you, gorgeous, I think that's the best gift anyone has ever given me – well, the second best anyway – I'll never forget my 21st birthday.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm helplessly in love with you and my main goal in life is to make you happy."

She laughed, a happy gurgling sound, and cuddled up close to me, her warm, soft hands caressing my body, and I did exactly the same.  Then, to the surprise of both of us, we both fell asleep.

I woke about an hour later, with Carole resting on an elbow, looking at me with a smile on her face.  "I love looking at you when you're asleep.  You look so peaceful."  Then, "Now get up lazybones – we need breakfast to keep our energy up."

"That's not all I want to keep up," I growled playfully and jumped towards her.  She shrieked and ran for the kitchen.

Later that day, Mum appeared with her hair in a pony tail.  "Master, I would be so grateful if you can show me how much you care by dominating me and treating me like the slut I am."

"Yes, I think that can be arranged.  You will go to your room and strip, then return wearing only black thigh high stockings and 5" heels.  Put on slutty makeup, with blood red lipstick and gloss, and bring with you a long silk scarf.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, master," she whispered and left the room.  A short time later, Carole returned, dressed as I had demanded.

"Carole slut, you look so beautiful and so desirable."

"Thank you master, now what may I do to serve you?"

"First of all, strip me, slowly, letting your hands wander over my body."

"Ooh yes, master," she enthused and took each item off slowly, stroking and caressing me, so that by the time she slid my boxers to the floor, my cock was hard and straining upwards.

"Excellent, Carole slut, now stand in front of me, then kneel so that your arse rests on your heels.  Then hold your hands behind your back."

She did so, and I moved behind her and tied her hands with the scarf so that she could not move them.  

I returned and faced her, moving close to her so that I could feel her warm breath on my cock.  "Now, take my cock in your mouth and lick and suck me until I am ready to cum.  Then I shall pull out from your mouth and cum over your tits."

"Oh master, that would be so good.  But I so want to taste your cum."

"Do what you're told, slut, and suck my cock."

She stuck out her tongue and licked around my cock head, covering it with saliva.  Then, as I moved forward, she took my cock into her mouth, working around the sweet spot under the head and running her tongue up and down the shaft.  Then she started to suck on the head, gently at first, then harder as we both became more excited.  Carole whimpered and gasped in pleasure and anticipation as my cock swelled and throbbed in her thrilling mouth, and I moaned as I felt my climax start to grow.  "Oh god, you beautiful bitch, you are bringing me to the verge."  Her agile tongue continued its work until I knew I had to pull out to finish this little scene.

I pulled my straining cock from her frantic, searching mouth, and pointing it directly at her hard, aroused nipples, with a few quick strokes along my shaft I came in an explosive, boiling climax.  I had never experienced an orgasm like this, and my cum splattered hard over her nipples.  This was partly a result of Carole's expert mouth, partly from my sense of domination over her.  

Carole moaned deeply and tried to struggle against her bonds.  I hadn't told her about the final part of this little scene, as I wiped my fingers across her tits, causing her to squeal and whimper as I flicked over her nipples.  I then offered my fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them in voraciously, almost as if she was trying to devour my cock, and she took in every speck of cum on my fingers.  I then removed the scarf from her wrists, but told her to stay kneeling.

"Now you can lick my cock clean, and stroke my balls while you do so."

"Oh yes, master, thank you, thank you, thank you, that was wonderful.  You taste so good, I just don't want to stop.  I could live on your cum and nothing else."

I smiled.  "I don't quite think so, but you are so beautiful and you suck my cock so well that I'm almost tempted to let you try."  With that, I took her hands and pulled her to her feet, holding her close to me while her soft sweet curves moulded against my body and she purred and made small soft noises of ecstasy and contentment.

"Oh master, now I know I truly belong to you.  You have marked my soul with your orgasm, and it will live with me forever."  With that, she pulled my head down to hers and we kissed, a long, deep, sweet, sultry kiss, both our mouths full of the other's tongue, and murmuring softly to each other.  As we broke, I looked deep in to my mother's eyes, and saw a mixture of wonderment and total devotion in them.  I hugged her fiercely so that she squeaked, then almost ran from the room.

The next few days passed in an ecstatic mist of pleasure, sex and, almost incidentally, work.  Rather surprisingly, we both found that, knowing the pleasure that we had discovered in each other, the work part became easier and we were both able to concentrate better.

On Wednesday, Mum arrived home as I was slumped in a lounge chair, reading study notes.  She looked exquisite, dressed in a tailored dark green silk suit with a white blouse, medium black patent heels and made up in a slightly understated way.  Her hair was, of course, up in a French roll.

Mum sat in a chair opposite me, slowly crossing her gorgeous slim legs with a whisper of nylon, with the skirt riding up so that I could see plenty of her creamy thigh.

"Oh Mum, you dreadful tease.  You're doing that quite deliberately, aren't you?"

"Doing what, darling?" she asked, with apparent naivety, although the effect she was aiming for was quite obvious.

"Showing off your lovely legs in a way that any red blooded male would find hard to resist.  You look good enough to eat - in fact I think I might just ..." as I jumped out of the chair.

"Down boy," she said and gave me a quick cool kiss.  "There's something serious I've been meaning to talk to you about, and I can't do it if we're locked in a hot, passionate embrace."

"Okay Mum, go your hardest – what have I stuffed up now?"

"No, honey," she laughed.  "Nothing like that.  It's just that I've been thinking about selling up here ever since Denzel moved out.  I'd like a fresh start, but I don't want to do it if you'd rather stay put.  After all, this must be the only home you can remember."

I got up and crossed the room, wrapping my arms lightly round her.  "No, Mum, I don't care where we are so long as we have each other and I can be at least this close to you and often a lot closer."  I returned her light kiss, then, "I agree – it won't hurt to rid ourselves of the lingering shade of Denzel and find a place that isn't tainted by him.  What did you have in mind?"

"Thank you, Jesse.  Well, the house market in this area is pretty buoyant at the moment; I don't want to move interstate, partly because of your studies and partly because I'm in line for a promotion at work.  I thought we might look for a place with a little bit of land in the outer suburban area but with good road and rail access to the city.  What do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan, Mum.  I wanted to talk to you, too about a little project that I have in mind, as I was thinking about turning what was Dad's room into a photo studio."

"Okay with me, honey."

"Mmm, but if we wait until we move, I can set it up properly.  You see ...," and here I allowed a wolfish grin to cross my face, "I'd like to take some glamour photos of you.  It's all part of a fantasy I've had for a long time to have you model lingerie for me, teddies, negligees, tiny little panties, shelf bras, stockings, heels and all sorts of other goodies." 

Mum grinned.  "I knew there had to be an ulterior motive, although I really like the idea.  Strictly on the understanding that this is just for you, I'd really enjoy modelling, and I'd love to pose for you any way you like."

"Ooh yes gorgeous, now let me start you off with some nice hot positions," as I slid towards her.

"Hold your horses, you sex crazed boy," she laughed.  "Don't forget, my hair's up and I need to change."

I blew her a raspberry, then tried to settle back to some study.

A few days later, on the Sunday morning, I woke to find the bed empty but I could hear movement downstairs.  I ambled into the kitchen, and Mum was there with her hair in a pony tail.  She looked at me with a look of absolute subservience, then knelt on the floor and kissed my feet.  I was surprised at this, but just managed to say, "You may stand."

Carole stood in front of me and said, "Master, I've done a very bad thing, and I need to be punished."

I took a short while to adjust, but my cock was starting to show a distinct interest.  "I see.  You'd better tell me what it is that you've done so I can decide on a suitable punishment."

She looked down and said in a low voice, but one that was quite easily heard, "I've been using a butt plug to relax my arse for you, but didn't ask your permission to do so.  I'm so sorry, master; I won't let it happen again, but I do need to be punished for this."

"Very well, slut.  On this occasion I will be generous and let you decide what your punishment should be.  What do you think about that?"

"Oh thank you, master.  I believe that my bottom needs to be spanked, and I would be most honoured if you could be even more generous and do it with your hands."

"Yes, slut, I think that would be very appropriate.  Now, how many strokes would be a fitting punishment for your indiscretion?"

"Perhaps ten, if that would be suitable, master?"

"A little too light.  I think twelve strokes on each cheek would serve well."

Carole gasped but said nothing.

"First you will strip to black lace panties and your smallest black bra.  Then you will return to this room, knock on the door and ask if you may enter.  If I allow you to do so, you will crawl across the room on your hands and knees and beg me to punish you.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, thank you master," she murmured and left the room.

My mind was in a whirl at this development – it followed what we had already talked about, but for it to actually happen, for my gorgeous mother to submit herself to me and beg to have her bottom spanked was something new and exquisitely exciting.  A short while later, there was a gentle tap on the door. "Yes", I stated in a flat, neutral voice and the door opened with a voluptuous vision standing in the doorway.

"Master, may I please enter?"

"Yes, slut, now crawl across the floor and beg me to punish you."

Carole dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to where I was sitting with her raised arse swaying seductively.  "Master, please forgive me for not asking your permission to stretch my arse.  I know I need to be punished for my own good, but please forgive me, I beg you."

"Yes, slut, you will be forgiven after you have received your punishment, and if you are a good girl during your spanking, I will have you straddle me and fuck you hard."

"Oh yes, master, thank you so much.  I will be a good girl while you spank me and not struggle or try to stop you."

"Very good, slut, now stand so that I may inspect you."

She rose to her feet, but kept her eyes lowered.

"First, fold your hands behind your head so that I can get a better view of your beautiful tits."

She did so, but I realised that her bra was obscuring my view.  "Hmm, now come here and turn round so that I can remove your bra."

She did so, and I unclipped her bra, which fell to the floor.  I took in the sight of her glorious pink/white bottom, so perfectly shaped and barely covered by the filmy, flimsy panties.  I was almost salivating at the thought of her over my knee with her bottom at my mercy, and my hands able to wander over the soft sweet curves.

"Now turn round again."

This gave me an uninterrupted view of her superb, firm, perfectly shaped tits with nipples that were hard with arousal and standing out like bullets from her dark areolas.

"Are you ready to be spanked, slut?"

"Oh yes, master, I can hardly wait."

"Then come here and lay yourself over my knees with your bottom in the air," which she did, quickly and with perfect placement.  I almost drooled at the sight of her two perfect globes in front of me, at my mercy.  I stroked her bottom, squeezing the cheeks to test their fullness and ripeness.

"Now, I am going to spank your bottom, and alternate each spank with caresses and squeezes, until it is a hot bright pink.  She trembled with excitement and I knew it was almost time to start.

"First, though, slut, I want you to stroke a finger outside your panties along your slit.  Then show me your finger."

She did as she was told and turned slightly to hold her finger up to me.  I took it in my mouth and licked it slowly and sensually.

"Just as I thought –your pussy is already leaking love juice.  You are getting very excited and longing to be punished, aren't you?"




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 03



"Yes, master, I need this so much and I beg you to fuck me after I've been punished.  I will make it perfect for you," she whimpered.

I kneaded each cheek, working her smooth flexible flesh before suddenly striking each cheek with a cupped palm, the fingers close together.  She gasped but didn't cry out, and the pale pink imprint of my hand showed on the uncovered part of her bottom.  I waited briefly while she trembled in anticipation before again spanking, rapidly, twice on each cheek.  Her skin was now beginning to get warm and she wriggled slightly but I massaged each cheek, stroking and rubbing to spread the sensation.

I patted her very lightly a few times – she could hardly have felt it, but I was deliberately creating uncertainty before I spanked her three times on each cheek, taking a few seconds between each strike.  Carole gasped and whimpered with the sensation.  This time, I pulled her panties down off her reddening bottom and dropped them on the floor.  As I did so, I noticed that her panties were quite wet, and I stroked my hand across her slit, which was now oozing her love juice.

"You are doing very well, my beautiful slut.  You are taking your punishment like a good slut should.  However, I can also see that you are getting quite thrilled by being spanked.  Do you think a good slut should become aroused when she is being punished?"

"Oh master, I am truly sorry, but I just can't help it.  I get so hot being spanked and feeling you touch and stroke me that I lose myself and surrender to you.  Giving up all control like that allows me to feel totally sexy."

"Okay, slut, this time I will forgive you, and it does help to prepare you for a good fucking.  Now, we are half way through your punishment; are you ready for the rest of it?

By this time, my cock was completely rigid, and Carole must have been able to feel it close to her pussy.  The feeling of power and control over my helpless mother and being able to play with her beautiful bottom was an intense aphrodisiac.

I continued to spank her gorgeous bottom as she writhed and moaned, partly in pain but more from a feeling of helpless submission and in anticipation of imminent sexual pleasure.  I kept up a slow but irregular tempo to maintain the uncertainty and anticipation of the next stroke to keep her arousal bubbling.

For the last two strokes on each cheek, I changed my technique slightly, flattening my palm and spreading my fingers to increase the effect.  Carole squirmed even more and whimpered at the extra pain and I could see tears starting to form in her eyes.

"That is all your punishment, my gorgeous slut, and you are completely forgiven."

"Oh thank you, master, I am so grateful to you for punishing me like this," and she started to move away.

"No, stay where you are for a short while," and reaching down, I picked up a tube of soothing lotion and squirted it onto her red, glowing bottom, stroking and rubbing it into her hot skin, caressing and kneading her beautiful tender red cheeks.

"Oh master, that feels so nice, so soothing.  How can I even start to thank you for being so thoughtful?"

"Easy, my darling slut," I said, lifting her gently to her feet.  First, undress me, and let me feel your hands all over my body."

"Mmm, yes, master," she replied in a low, breathy voice and did a most erotic job of taking off all my clothes, leaving my boxers until last.  Then in a display of raw, wanton sexuality, she kneeled and pulled my boxers down using only her teeth, starting right above my straining cock.

"Master, please, master, please, fuck your slut.  I need to feel you in me and to feel you take me hard so very much."

I bounced into the middle of the bed, laying on my back.  "Yes, now come and straddle me.  But there is one condition – you may not cum until I give you permission."

Carole moaned deeply, but quickly threw a leg over me and positioned her soaking pussy over me throbbing cock.  She lowered herself slowly until her pussy was just touching the tip of my cock which was now oozing pre-cum.

"Please, master, may I impale myself on your glorious cock?"

I suspected she was teasing me just a little, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, entering her in one sharp full thrust.  "No need to ask, slut", I said as she shrieked with surprise and perhaps a little pain, not having time to adjust fully to my size.

The adjustment didn't take long, and she was soon rocking backwards and forwards and bouncing up and down on my cock.  She leaned forward, pressing her tits into my chest, and I could feel her stiff nipples boring into me.  As she sat up, I cupped her right tit in both hands and massaged and kneaded it then paid the same attention to her left one.  Then I pinched both nipples hard, pulling them away from her chest so that they were standing out like bullets and pulling each tit into a long cone.

Carole mewled and squealed at this attention.

"Oh god, master, please bite my nipples," an invitation that I could not refuse, and bit into each nipple causing her to moan and cry out in ecstasy.

It was obvious that neither of us would last very long, and I started to thrust up from the bed, plunging my cock ever harder into her hot, sloppy cunt.  It felt like being held by a silky vice that gripped me ever more sensually the harder I pushed into her.

"Master, I need my orgasm, please let me cum, please cum in me, I beg you."

"Not yet, slut, you must wait for my pleasure."

Her moan was deep and needy and she shuddered with frustration, thrashing around on the bed.  I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer as my cum was starting to boil in my balls and I felt the beautiful tingling sensation starting to build at the base of my cock.

"Very well, we will both cum together when I count to three".

"Oh yes, yes, yes, please master, I need this so much; please don't force me to wait for too long."

"One."

"Oooh yes," she cried flailing her arms and punching me in the chest in a most un-submissive manner.

"Two."

Her scream of rapture rose in a crescendo of volume and pitch, and I could barely get "Three" out before my climax hit me like a runaway train and I exploded into her steaming cunt with a force I had never experienced before.  That was the final straw for Carole, and she simultaneously shrieked and shook like leaves in a gale before becoming completely rigid.

Carole collapsed on top of me, murmuring incoherently, and clutching at my arms and chest.  As she did so, I reached up and removed the tie from her pony-tail, allowing her hair to cascade over her shoulders.  She looked up at me, her eyes shining with joy and kissed me long, sweet, warm and wet.  "Oh Jesse, I love you so much."  Then she reached over and bit my right ear lobe and sat up giggling.

"What was that for, you saucy wench?"

"Oh, just a tiny bit of revenge, but .... oh shit Jesse.  Do you realise that we've been enjoying each other for hours, and we haven't even had breakfast yet?"

"Mmm, my stomach thinks my throat's been cut, but maybe we should have a shower first?"

"Oh no, I know you.  You'll get me all soapy and slippery and start rubbing your hands over my tits and into various other openings in my body, and before we know where we are, it will be three o'clock and we'll both be starving.  I vote for breakfast first, then you can wash my hair for me and I'll explore some ways of making you scream with excitement."

"Okay, Mum, deal."  Mum hopped out of bed, disappeared into the bathroom for morning ablutions, threw on panties, baggy jeans, a ratty old tee shirt and flatties, commenting over her shoulder, "I don't want to look too enticing in case you get any more ideas about seducing me."  She blew me a kiss and disappeared to the kitchen to make breakfast.  I followed the same routine and joined her at the kitchen table.

"Jesse, you've been so good to me; you seemed to know just what I needed, and even more, when to change gear from dominant to gentle and cuddly.  I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that you have wanted to make love to me and make me feel like a desirable and desired woman."

"Mum, I can't even begin to tell you how exciting I find you and how good it is to be with you in every possible way.  And I gotta tell you that I'm very far from finished exploring your sexual essence.  We've still got a very long and very sensual way to go."

"Ooh yes, darling, I can hardly wait!"  



There will be at least one more chapter – when I can find time from the less exciting job that pays the bills 



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 04



This continues a story of mother/son incest, and, as before, if this type of material; offends, please read no further. All characters are over the age of 18. Once again, my grateful thanks to Hatsuda for his editorial expertise. 

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I woke one morning after a warm night, with my usual uninhibited morning woody. We'd slept without even a sheet, me in my boxers and mum in pretty pink panties and an old tee. She was still asleep, but I turned towards her and scooted down the bed, stroking her slim, toned legs as I did so, and got as far as nibbling on her toes. This had the desired effect and mum woke with a lazy yawn.

"Mmm, good morning Jesse. If it's not a stupid question, just what do you have in mind right at the moment?'

I laughed. "You don't need to be a mind reader to answer that," and I moved back alongside her, took her hand and wrapped it round my hard cock.

"I guessed as much," she laughed, but didn't remove her hand. She moved her hand up and down with light, teasing strokes, whispering as she did so, "Do you want to fuck your mummy, you naughty boy? Do you want to make her moan in ecstasy? Do you want to do nasty things to her until she screams?"

"Screams for me to stop or screams for more?" I asked mischievously.

"Ooh, you are just plain wicked," was the breathy reply, at which she stripped off her tee, revealing her beautiful tits with the areolas tight and crinkled and her nipples proud and hard. She leaned over me, still caressing my cock and gently juggling my balls in her soft warm hand. Carole kissed me, a full, soft, sloppy kiss, with her tongue invading my mouth. She sucked on my tongue is if it were my cock, and I felt my excitement levels rising fast.

I pushed mum over onto her back, demanding, "Unhand me, wench!" and she giggled and let go of my now rigid and throbbing cock. I worked both hands around her tits, starting at the outside and moving slowly inwards and upwards towards the areolas. I took one nipple in my mouth, holding it between my lips stretched over my teeth and bit down quickly, making her scream with the thrill of the sensation. I repeated the treatment on her other tit, and her breathing became harsh and ragged.

I moved away and she moaned and whimpered in frustration, but I hooked my thumbs into her panties and pulled them rapidly off. This revealed her smooth, shaved pussy glistening with her own moisture, and I ran my finger firmly across her slit, causing her to gasp.

"Mmm, I think mummy wants her little boy to fuck her and make her cum hard. So how do you want it, mummy?"

"Oh, Jesse, kiss my pussy and suck my clit and get me all hot and bothered. Don't hold back, just fill me with your beautiful weapon until I scream for release and cum all over your cock."

"Your wish is my command, madam," I laughed and moving down between her legs, I ran my tongue slowly but firmly along her damp slit from her anus to her clit, stopping just short of her love button. I stopped briefly to remove my boxers, and told her, "Okay, Carole, now lift your legs and hold your ankles up to your shoulders." She did so quickly, whimpering in anticipation, and I could now see her pussy in all its glory. Her outer lips were swelling and opening, and her inner lips becoming rosy with suffused excitement.

I slid first one, then two fingers into her hot, wet cunt and finger fucked her while she mewled and gasped in pleasure. I resumed licking her slit, now up to and including her clit, squeezing it gently between my lips. Carole squealed with desire, and moaned, "Oh Jesse, Jesse, stop teasing me and use that steel tool of yours to do me hard. Please don't make me wait any longer. Just fuck me and send me over the top in a mind blowing orgasm."

"Greedy girl, aren't you?" I said, slapping her once on each cheek and she whimpered, "Jesse, I love you so much, I want you so much, I lust for you so much."

"Ditto", I exclaimed, as I lined my eager cock up with her drooling pussy and slid it slowly but firmly into her. At the same time, I reached up and took the hard nipple of her left tit between my thumb and finger, pinching, twisting and pulling it just enough to make her moan with delight, not enough to really hurt her. I soon gave the same attention to her right tit.

"Aargh, yes, oh yes, that's so good, more, please god, more."

I set up a steady stroke in and out, angling my cock so that my pubic bone would press on her clit. Carole gasped and moaned and made incoherent noises, calling out my name and begging me to fuck her. I changed to faster, harder thrusts, reaming her pussy while she worked her cunt muscles to grip my cock in a silken vice. The harder I drove into her, the harder she seemed to grip me, but the inevitable climax was getting closer -- for both Carole and me.

Carole's moans were turning to screams and her pussy clenched at me even harder. I could feel the tingling in my balls and the tension in my stomach as I came closer to erupting into my beautiful mother.

"Oh Jesse, Jesse, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god it's so good, so good," and then words changed to a scream of release as she spasmed around my cock and her juices flowed down it. That was enough to send me over the edge, and with a jubilant roar of triumph, my cum rushed up my cock flooding into her cunt and mingling with her juices.

Carole released her ankles and as I rolled to one side, her legs slumped to the bed. We were both panting with exertion and post-orgasmic bliss, and I took her in my arms and kissed her, long and warm and sweet and wet. I looked into her hooded, smoky eyes. "I love you, Mum," I whispered.

"I love you too, Jesse", she whispered back, as she snuggled her head into my shoulder, murmured and purred in her happiness.

We stayed that way for a short while, kissing and whispering about improbable sexual athletics to each other, then mum jumped out of bed saying, "I can't stay here all day -- I'm going to have a shower."

I was straight out of bed, following her towards the bathroom and she shouted back to me, "Oh no you don't, you sex fiend, I'm showering alone this morning."

"Oh mummy, please", I pleaded, like a little kid who has been forbidden to watch TV.

She laughed. "No matter how much I try to resist, I simply don't trust you, and I've got a very busy day planned."

I hooked my finger into the corner of my mouth and put on a very sorrowful face, but without success.

"Get out of here you big sook, and if you're a good boy, I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Okay, gorgeous, I guess I'll just have to settle for a twelve hour wait, but don't be surprised when you get home if you find me prostrate on the floor, dying of sex starvation!"

Mum giggled, stuck her tongue out at me and blew me a kiss, and we went our own separate ways. I knew that I was very much in love and very fulfilled after our recent escapade. I had no doubt that mum was feeling the same way too.

Over the next couple of weeks I was aware that mum had come under some form of stress that was causing her anxiety. She tried to hide it from me, but our relationship was so intimate that this strategy didn't really work. It certainly didn't seem to arise from the bedroom, because, if anything, our lovemaking became more hectic and more enthusiastic. It had to be work related but I didn't quiz her about it until she arrived home unusually early one afternoon, and slumped into a lounge chair, again, unusual for her.

"Oh god, Jesse, I've had just about as much of that snake pit as I can stand. They're reorganising again, and far from a promotion, they seem to want to move me sideways out of the mainstream."

"Oh Mum, I'm so sorry -- is there anything I can do to help?"

She gave me an odd, sideways glance and said, "Just let me go and change, honey," and disappeared to her room.

I sat and worried for about half an hour until she reappeared, naked and with her hair in a pony tail. "Master, please make your slut submit to your will. I need to lose myself, and you do it so well."

I made a quick gear change and replied, "Very well, slut, on your hands and knees and wait for me to return," and I went to my room for a few items of essential equipment.

"You want to be a bitch, so it's time I treated you like one. Now, put these on; I don't want you damaging your delicate knees," and I gave her a pair of lightweight kneepads. "Now get down on all fours," at which I fastened a broad leather collar around her neck and attached a chain to it.

Carole gasped in surprise, "Oh master, what are you going to do to me?"

"This time I shall lead you round the house on your collar and chain. You may not speak to me unless I ask you a direct question; after all, doggies don't normally speak to their masters. From time to time I shall expect you to lean back on your heels and beg and show me from your expression and the sounds that you make that you want to please your master."

She moaned, deep in her throat suggesting that she was going to get a great deal of satisfaction from this private humiliation.

"Two more things, my beautiful bitch. Stay on all fours but spread your legs as wide as they will go." I picked out a butt plug to which was attached a bunch of hair. I showed this to Carole, "Now, bitch, this is a remote controlled vibrating butt plug that I shall insert into your arse so that as we walk, your tail will wag. Seems very appropriate, don't you think?"

"Secondly, if you are a good little bitch and do exactly as I tell you, I will roll you onto your back, eat you out and prolong your orgasm as long as it suits me. Do you understand?"

"Oh god, master, I'm almost cumming just thinking about this. Please don't make me wait too long ..."

"No, bitch, you will not cum until I allow you to, and I will wait as long as it suits me. Is that clearly understood."

She shook with anticipation but nodded dumbly. I took a squirt bottle of anal lub and applied it generously to her arse, took the plug and inserted it gently but firmly, rotating it slightly as if to screw in into her hole. Carole gasped, but did not try to reject it and soon settled to accepting this intruder. I switched on the vibrator and she screamed at the sudden intense arousal.

"I have already told you to keep silent, bitch. I see that I shall have to punish you."

Carole moaned, loud and deep, but managed to control her obvious stimulation.

With a gentle pull on the lead, we started our walk around the house, Carole moving rather erratically with the sensation in her butt. As we left the lounge, she stopped and leaned backward with her forearms in the air, gazing at me with an expression of almost dog-like devotion and started to pant exactly like a dog.

I patted her head and stroked her hair. "Good doggie, now follow me."

As we moved through the house, I put my hand down near her face, and she licked it with enthusiasm, covering my hand with saliva that she soon licked off, again gazing at me as if totally dedicated to me and no-one or nothing else. Carole seemed to have totally entered into her canine role.

I led her carefully up the stairs, and she stopped at the top and again lifted up onto her knees, as if begging and panting with anticipation before I caressed her behind her ears. She was now trembling and wriggling from the stimulation of the vibrator and her breath came in ragged gasps. I led her into the bedroom and looked down at this beautiful vision, shaking with pleasure and impatience for the next experience.

I leant down and removed the butt plug from her arse, and watched as it slowly closed on itself, although Carole whimpered at the removal of the provocative pulsing provided by the vibrator.

"Hmm, bitch, you seemed to enjoy your role as my little doggie, although you did disobey the rules and talked to me. You may talk to me now if you wish but I am going to have to punish you."

Carole moaned deep in her throat and looked up at me, partly in apprehension, partly in excitement.

"Stay where you are," I demanded and moved over to a cupboard, picking out an object which I took back to her. "Do you know what this is?" I asked holding it in front of her face.

"Oh my god, it's a flogger, isn't it?" she whispered in a breaking voice, fear now making itself apparent on her face.

"Carole, do you trust me?" I enquired gently. "Remember, you can always call 'turnip' at any time."

"Yes, master, I do trust you, but I've never been flogged before and I'm afraid it will hurt me too much."

"Carole, this is a lightweight suede flogger, and for me to really hurt you, I'd probably have to thrash your gorgeous bottom harder than my arms could stand. It may just sting a little bit, though."

"Okay, master, I shall submit to my punishment like a good doggie."

"Excellent, bitch. Now stand and face the wall, and hold onto the old rail. If you behave well, after you have taken your punishment like a good doggie I shall throw you onto the bed and eat out your pussy." (Although the idea of a doggie with a pussy rather strained my brain!)

I stood behind her and drew the flogger gently across the soft, pink/white cheeks of her bottom and she gasped at the unexpected sensation. Next, I lifted the flogger and struck in a figure of eight pattern in such a way that only the ends of the tails struck against her soft curvy cheeks.

Carole squealed as I did so, but after a short while, I stopped and massaged and kneaded the strike zone. She turned and looked at me with a rapturous expression on her face. "Ooh master, that was so different from what I expected. I really enjoyed the sting-y feeling and now you are working it into my bottom, it's starting to feel so warm and arousing; it's starting to spread to my pussy. Please, please do it to me some more."

I repeated the figure of eight treatment until her bottom glowed a rich deep pink and she started to gasp and whimper. "Good doggie", I told her, "now go lay face down on the bed."

She moved slowly but did so, and I found the bottle of lotion, spreading it liberally on her bottom and stroking and massaging it into her hot skin.

"Oh thank you master. I have a confession to make. I was afraid before you used the flogger that I wouldn't be able to take the pain, but now I think I could become addicted to it. It's not just the pain, though, it's because I know I can surrender to you and be safe with you, and you'll do exciting things to me. I love you so much."

"Carole, my dear, beautiful, wonderful bitch, I love you too, and I will do anything, just anything to make you happy. If that anything includes a spanking or a flogging, you'd better prepare your bottom because there will be more to come."

"May I kiss you please, master?" she enquired in a soft persuasive tone.

"Certainly, Carole; make it warm and wet and soft and sweet".

She did. Her mouth was exciting and her tongue invaded my mouth, playing with my tongue stroking its underside and sucking on it, sharing her saliva with mine and growling deep in her throat as an expression of her yearning and desire.

"Oh god, that was beautiful," I whispered as we disengaged. "Now, I seem to remember talking about throwing you on your back and eating you out."

"Oooh yes -- I thought you might have forgotten, but please fondle my pussy and play with my clit and make me cum so that I scream with delight."

Carole rolled over and put a pillow under her bottom, spreading her legs as far as she could in a wanton display of need and lust.

I lay down beside her and kissed around her proud tits, first the left one, spiralling in from the outside to stop just before I reached her areola, and repeated this on her right tit. She mewled and whispered to me, "Bite my nipples, master. Please hurt them, I can't resist the sensation."

Instead, I took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted them, pulling them away from her body so that her tits stood out stretched and tight. Carole cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, telling me how much she wanted this treatment and that her tits were mine to do with as I pleased. I noted that for future reference.

I gazed at Carole's beautiful smooth pussy, glistening with her juices. Her clit was starting to leave its refuge and present itself to me to be aroused. I looked into her eyes which were half closed; she had started panting in anticipation, and I suspected that she wouldn't take long to reach orgasm.

I bent down and took one long lick from her puckered anus up to the tip of her clit, causing her to gasp and squeal. Her juices tasted delicious and I lapped at her pussy to collect them all before I slid one finger into her hot waiting cunt. This started Carole crying my name over and over and begging me to make her cum.

"All in good time, gorgeous, I feel like teasing you a little today."

"Oh god, master, you can't do that, I need to cum so much."

I could tell that she was getting really excited; she started to thrash her head around, and her body was vibrating, trying to extract as much attention from me as she could.

"Oh but I think you'll find that I can do that, bitch. Don't you dare cum until I say so."

She moaned deeply and loudly, and I moved my finger round to bend it slightly pushing up and inward in search of her G spot. I knew when I'd found it for Carole screamed and thrashed her hips and pussy around, almost throwing me off.

"Please, please, I beg you, let me cum, I'll explode if you don't. Oh god, master, please don't keep me on edge like this," and I could see tears start to form in the corner of her now tightly shut eyes.

I decided that that was probably as far as I could fairly take her. "Very well, slut, you may cum when I bite your clit." and pulling my fingers out of her sopping cunt, I took her engorged clit between my teeth and gently bit on it.

That was enough. Carole screeched at the top of her voice, first shaking violently, then going quite rigid as her climax thundered through her whole body, and her pussy juices flooded onto my face. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, I've never cum like that before. What did you do to me, how did you do it, when ..."

By this time, I had moved up the bed, and took her head in my hands, kissing her softly and gently to stop the words. Then, as I had done on a previous occasion, I reached round her head and removed the scrunchie from her hair and allowed it to flow freely around her shoulders. Carole looked up at me with her eyes glowing. "Jesse, I don't know how to thank you, but I intend to spend the rest of my life doing just that. Sweetheart, will you just hold me for a little while. I want to feel your warmth and strength close to me and know that I am safe and protected."

"Mmm yes, gorgeous girl," I whispered and held her body close to mine as she snuggled her head into my shoulder.

We stayed that way for somewhere between a few minutes and eternity before I felt Carole move slowly downwards, kissing my chest as she did so, nibbling on my nipples and stroking her hands across my sides and down my stomach. She soon made contact with my throbbing erection and wrapped her warm soft hands around it.

"My turn," she murmured in a breathy, impulsive voice, and I had the glorious experience of her hot, wet mouth engulfing my cock. She first took it as far down her throat as she could, sucking voraciously, then moved off until only the tip was between her lips, and she licked off the pre-cum that was forming rapidly.

"Mummy's little boy loves her sucking his cock, doesn't he?" she chuckled wickedly; all I could do was to moan something close to an emphatic "Yes."

She started licking and sucking gently, her tongue darting across the head and up and down the shaft, keeping it well lubricated with her saliva. She concentrated on the soft, sensitive area under the head, pressing firmly against it and massaging it with her tongue, almost like a hand job but with her highly skilled mouth. Carole was working my cock in a most single-minded way, seeming to be determined to make me cum explosively and copiously, a consummation devoutly to be wished. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out for too long; and I didn't care.




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 04



"Oh god, Carole, you have no idea what this does to me. I feel I'm going to burst. Lick me and suck me, you gorgeous slut. Mmm, aargh, yes, yes, yes, more, more, more ..."

Her tongue continued to swirl around my cock, stimulating electrifying sensations that drove me closer and closer to climax. Carole could clearly sense this, and changed her rhythm, keeping to soft, gentle sucking to hold me just at the down side of orgasm.

"Aargh, you prick tease, I need to cum so much. I'm begging you, please don't keep me just on the edge. Please, please, please let me go and push me over."

Carole moved away very briefly and laughed, and evil chuckle. "Now it's my turn. Mummy's little boy will cum when I allow him to and not before," and resumed just holding my cock in her warm, wet mouth.

I tried desperately to force my cock into her and fuck her mouth, but Carole realised what I was trying to do and kept teasing and toying with me, thoroughly enjoying herself. She eventually pulled away again with another evil chuckle. "You can cum only if you beg me and call me 'mistress'."

I knew I was in a no win situation; I wasn't going to stop the game, because, if truth be told, I was enjoying it too much.

"Ooh, okay. Please, mistress, please, I'm begging you from the heart of my bottom, please make me cum." With that, she worked her tongue vigorously around my cock sucking hard, her cheeks becoming concave with the suction. That was enough. The muscles at the base of my cock and in my abdomen tensed almost painfully and my balls tightened as my cum boiled and flooded up through my cock. With a scream of ecstasy, I emptied my load into her mouth, a load that I couldn't ever remember having been so copious. Carole took it all and swallowed several times, then licked me gently until I was empty and exhausted.

She looked up at me and smiled, this time a smile of genuine love and devotion. She scooted up the bed and rested her head on my chest. "You're not mad at me for turning the tables, are you?" she sounded a bit hesitant.

"Turn about is fair play, and anyway, how could I possibly be mad about something that I enjoyed so much from someone I love so much? You continue to surprise me with your expertise, and I'm willing to learn anything you can teach me, Carole, lover, sub, bitch, slut, mum."

"Mmm yes, I do seem to have a lot of different roles, don't I? I enjoy them all so much, and I enjoy you so much, and I love you so much, Jesse."

We lay quietly together for a while, kissing, caressing and just loving each other, and murmuring words of love and lust.

By this time, it was evening, and Carole eventually got up and dressed in jeans and a tee, saying, "I think we need to eat -- how about we order a pizza or something -- I really don't feel like cooking."

"Pizza works for me, gorgeous," I said, jumping out of bed and giving her a light smack across the tight jeans covering her beautiful butt. "That's for teasing me, you minx."

Carole laughed, blew me a raspberry and left for the kitchen.

I was up early the following morning, but mum was up before me, eating breakfast, looking coolly graceful and dressed for work. "Oh good, I'm glad I caught you, Jesse. Can we have a quick chat?"

"Sure, Mum, what's on you mind?"

"First and foremost, thank you so much for yesterday. Being a doggie and you eating me out was absolutely what I needed. I didn't need to be Carole Mason any more; I could just give myself to you and feel safe doing it, so I could completely empty my mind. Giving you the blowjob was great fun too, but it also let me know that I was okay and I could please my man. I slept on all this, and I came to two decisions overnight; I've been chewing these over for some time, now I know I'm right."

"Okay, Mum, what's going to happen?"

"First, I've decided to quit my job and start my own little business as an independent financial advisor, using the internet to do so."

"Good for you, Mum, whatever makes you happy. I know that you've been getting pretty disillusioned at work, and I reckon this will be just what you need. It should go without saying that I'll do anything I can to help."

"Thanks, honey, I really appreciate that, but the second thing may not be so easy for you. I've decided to revert to my maiden name and be known as Carole McIntyre in future. I don't expect you to change but I hope you won't be too upset."

"No, Mum, this is your decision and I completely understand why you would want to change, and I'll support you doing so. All the same, I think I will stay with the name I was born with -- not because I'm particularly proud of my father's behaviour, but because that is how I've always been known."

Mum jumped up, threw her arms round me and gave me one of her special long, hot, wet sloppy kisses. "Thank you so much, sweetie -- your support is so important to me." She pulled out her compact and looked at herself in the mirror. "Now look what you've done to me you naughty boy - you've smudged all my lipstick," she laughed. "If I were you, I'd go wash my face -- your uni mates might want to know who you've been kissing to get all that lipstick around your mouth." She giggled again and glided out of the room, a picture of elegance.

It was only after our relationship was consummated that I had come to realise how tactile my mother was. She loved being stroked and caressed, and through a delightful process of trial and error, I learned the location of her most erogenous zones, apart from the obvious. Oddly enough, she enjoyed having me kiss her armpits, her feet, the soft skin on the inside of her upper arms, and her ears, including the area behind her ears and down her neck were also favourites. This attention did not automatically result in hot, steamy sex, but often enough it did.

I set up a plan to play on Mum's sensitivity in this regard, as well as providing her with what could become a sensory overload. Mum arrived home from work and looked pretty worn. "So, how's every little thing going, Mum?" I asked innocently. 

"Oh god, honey, it's been a tough day, and I could do with relaxing for a while."

"I see, Mum; I think I have just the thing for you. First, though, tell me, do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, honey. You should know that by now; why do you ask?"

"Ah, well, Mum, this is a little different. I want you to strip until you are completely naked. I'm going to handcuff you to the top of the bed and cuff your ankles to the bottom of the bed so that you can't move, and I'm going to blindfold you. Still trust me?"

"Oh, I see -- that is a bit different." She looked at me steadily for a minute or so and said, "Okay," but not without some hesitation.

I gave her fifteen minutes to prepare, stripped down to my boxers and went to her room. Mum was lying in the centre of the bed, trembling slightly. 

"Mum, I swear that I will not hurt you, but don't forget, you can always 'turnip' me."

"Mmm, okay, let's get on with this, whatever it is."

I fastened her wrists with fur-lined cuffs and gave similar treatment to her ankles. I slipped a towel under her arse ("Mum, if you cum, we don't want a big wet patch in the middle of the bed"), and fixed a blindfold over her eyes. When I was sure she couldn't see, I slipped on not one but two chinchilla massage mitts and prepared to give her the massage of a lifetime.

I started stroking her breasts from her shoulders down to her stomach, and as I did so, her nipples became rigidly erect in world record time. At the same time she made a cross between a gasp and a squeal and shook at the sensation.

"Oh my god, Jesse, what are you doing. I've never felt anything like this before ... ooh, ... aah, yes, please, whatever it is it feels so intense and so luxurious. I want MORE."

"More is exactly what you shall get, you sensual woman. I shall enjoy seeing and hearing you writhe and scream with pleasure." Now, I stroked upwards from her stomach, lingering over her tits, working round them in gentle circles. Her response was somewhere between a moan and a scream which continued as I worked up her chest then down each side of her body to her hips and stroked across the sides of her arse.

"Uurgh ... oh god ... Jesse ... oh god ... oh fuck ... Jesse," she groaned, trembling and thrashing to the extent that the cuffs allowed. "Oh you don't know ... this is just unbelievable ... oh my god ... oh Jesse."

I worked my way down the outside of her legs to her feet, accompanied by gasps and moans of delight. The coup de grace came when I stroked up inside her legs, over the soft skin just below her pussy. Caroline screamed with delight and as if taken by a sudden seizure, her body went quite rigid and she shook and screamed as an epic orgasm thundered through her whole body.

"Mmm, gorgeous girl, you seemed to enjoy that -- but I haven't finished with you yet. I want to play your body as if it was a superb musical instrument," I told her with an evil chuckle.

"Oh Jesse, nothing could be as good as that. I can't think what else your devious mind may have cooked up, but I'm almost having another orgasm just thinking about it," she murmured in a soft, husky voice.

I reached down and picked up a radio controlled combination vibrator and clit stimulator. I stroked the first two fingers of my right hand along her saturated pussy lips and garnered a quantity of her juices to lubricate the vibrator.

"Now, Carole, my dearest love, this is a vibrator," I told her, sliding it into her wet, pulsing cunt, with the stimulator snug against her clit.

"Oh fuck, Jesse, what are you going to ...."

Her question ended in a scream as I turned on the vibrator, setting it to a medium pulse to start with. Carole thrashed against her restraints, calling my name over and over, and alternating that by calling to god. She whimpered and moaned as the pressure of the vibrations in her cunt grew, taking over her whole body in a surging tide of lustful, ecstatic frenzy.

"Yes, oh god, yes, so good, so fucking good, oh Jesse, you devil, what are you doing to me? What have I done to deserve so much pleasure? Oh my god, please don't let this stop."

I gradually turned up the vibrations and Carole shook and moaned, losing all control and making incoherent sounds of passion as she surged through a series of small preliminary orgasms. She was surrendering to the rapture of the sensations generated in her brain, radiating from her cunt.

With the vibrations turned close to maximum, Carole burst into a frenzy of screams and tears of bliss, her whole body shaking and trembling. With that, she let go completely screaming my name at the top of her voice as a giant orgasm took control of her whole body.

I turned the vibrator down to its lowest level for a short time to allow her to come down from the mountain peak where she had seen eternity. She shook and whimpered but gradually calmed and I stopped the vibrator and removed it completely. I quickly removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles, took off the blindfold and wrapped her in my arms.

Her eyes were misted with tears, but they sparkled with a hidden joy.

"Jesse, oh Jesse, my dearest Jesse, please just hold me close and let me feel your love wash over me." She kissed me, soft and sweet, strangely, perhaps, with almost no sexual intent, but with an overflowing love, even amounting to adoration. "You mean everything to me, Jesse, and I want you so much, although right at the moment my poor overworked pussy wants to beg a raincheck from you."

"Mmm, of course, gorgeous. I have the usual prescription for you; a hot bath with soothing bath oils, and a good night's sleep. I read somewhere that someone said that the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. This guy went on to say, 'I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.' So we will sleep tonight, with the emphasis on sleep and see what tomorrow brings." 

Carole favoured me with a brilliant smile and disappeared into the bathroom.

The alarm woke me next morning; it was a work day for mum but I didn't have any commitment before an 11.30 tutorial. I heard her finish her morning ablutions and she came out of the bathroom in all the glory of her beautiful naked body.

"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you, honey, but I need to go and do battle with the departmental demons this morning."

"That's okay, mum," I said rolling onto my side and propping myself on my elbow, looking at her with a lascivious grin on my face.

"They reckon that men's brains are in their dicks," she laughed. "It isn't as if you've never seen me naked before."

"The truth of the matter is that you are so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you. Remember that 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know'."

"Oh very smooth," mum laughed again. "If you're going to quote nineteenth century poets at me, try this one, 'The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells'." 

"Mmm, now how many ways can you interpret that!"

"Oh, go back to sleep and stop trying to seduce me," she said with a smile in her voice.

"I will, when you've gone, but I've told you before, I love to watch you dressing. It is so sensuous. I think that, in many ways, you look more desirable in clothes than when you're naked. They add a touch of hidden mystery -- that's why I'm so keen on taking glamour photos of you."

"Jesse, you really are a hopeless case -- I'm glad to say! Okay, lay there and ogle me while I get dressed."

Which I did, making suggestive comments while she did so. It really was a strip in reverse, and watching Carole slide her hose on and smooth them up her slender, lovely legs was enough to reinforce my morning woody.

I gave her a loud wolf-whistle as she finished and left the room, turning and blowing me a kiss as she went.

The early part of the day proceeded according to plan. Around 3.00 pm, I was sitting at the kitchen table studying and drinking coffee when mum burst into the room with an excited look on her face. "Grab your camera and come with me, honey," she demanded and I knew better than to argue. We headed for her BMW, and we took off.

"Okay, Mum, what's it all about?"

"Jesse, I think I've found the perfect place for us to move to. It's about an hour away on the other side of town -- an old farmhouse on about 2 acres of land. Needs some work, but I think it will be perfect."

We arrived at the location eventually, a semi-rural area but with development starting to creep towards it. I was astonished when I saw the house. 'Needs some work' was a gross understatement. The grounds were overgrown and the building looked as if it hadn't seen a paintbrush for many decades.

"Yes, I know, honey, it looks pretty dreadful, but I've had a builder I know do a preliminary site report, and he says that the fabric is in surprisingly good condition. No salt damp, no white ants; it's a deceased estate and given that it will need a complete renovation, the asking price is really rather low."

"Mainly land value, I guess," I ventured. "Why not just run a bulldozer through it and start again?"

"Oh no, Jesse, let me show you round inside." Mum had obviously been here before.

"Look, Mum, this is your money, your agreement. If this is what you want, you don't have to sell me on the deal."

"Jesse Mason," mum was closer to angry with me than I think I'd ever seen her. "Just listen to me, young man. This is for us, for you and me, but if you really don't like it, we'll walk away and nothing more will be said. All I ask is that you please give the house a chance to sell itself to you."

"Okay, Mum," I grinned, "that's the least I can do."

Mum led me in into the single storey building, down a large hallway into what was obviously the main living room, high ceiling, open fireplace and in spite of its rather dilapidated look, it had a warmth and sense of welcome that quite surprised me. Two large bedrooms and a bathroom opened off the main hallway with a dining room and huge kitchen at the rear. A more recent renovation had added a laundry and two more rooms, and there was a garage and sheds outside.

Unexpectedly, I started to warm to the house. It would probably cost an arm and a leg to renovate it properly, but once done, it could be the ideal place for mum and me to settle into.

"So, what do you think, Jesse?" Mum was trying to suppress her excitement but not succeeding too well.

"Okay, Mum, you've sold me -- or the house has sold itself. Where do we go from here?"

At this, and wholly to my amazement, Mum's face fell and it looked as if she was about to burst into tears. "Jesse, there's something I've needed to talk to you about ever since your 21st birthday, but I've been too afraid to do so."

I kept silent, knowing that anything I said would jeopardise the struggle that mum was obviously having with whatever it was that was eating at her.

"Oh god, honey, please forgive me, but I'm so scared. You are sixteen years younger than me and I'm afraid that one day, perhaps soon, you will meet a young woman who will flutter her eyelashes at you, beguile you into a relationship and you will want to marry and have children and so leave me. The idea of that happening terrifies me."

"Hmm, I see. Yes, Mum, I expect that will happen."

She looked absolutely desolate. Her shoulders slumped and her head fell forward with tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

"It will happen at exactly the same time that you meet a handsome guy, a year or two older than you -- perhaps my girlfriend's father. He'll have crisp, wavy dark hair, just starting to go grey at the temples and piercing blue eyes with deeply etched laughter lines around the corners. He'll be a professional guy, perhaps a doctor -- please god, not another lawyer. He will sweep you off your feet and provide you with all the social life and mutually satisfying activities that you want -- and the sex will be astounding."

Mum looked at me with an indescribable expression on her face. "You sneaky, cunning little bastard," she yelled but then burst out laughing. "I ... you ... I'd never ..."

"I'd never, either, Mum. I just want to grow old with you and love you for the rest of our lives. I don't give a rat's hat about any mythical girlfriend -- she doesn't and won't exist, so please put that out of your mind, and if you're prepared to put your handsome suitor out of your mind, you can come here and give me one of your famous hot, wet, sloppy kisses."

She shimmied across to me trying to display the ultimate in sexual allure. She succeeded, and I wrapped my arms around her as she caressed me with her body. Her kiss was nothing short of full scale oral seduction as her mouth worked against mine with her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth and her hands held my face close against her. As we kissed, she made small soft noises into my mouth and pressed her mound firmly against my growing erection.

Mum gasped and cooed as we broke from the kiss. "Now let that be a lesson to you, you naughty boy. If you tease your mummy, that's the sort of punishment you'll get." She sashayed away from me and giggled, the more so when I caught her a satisfying swat across her curvaceous rear encased in her tight business skirt.

A few days later, I went with mum to a negotiation with the seller's agent for the property. I'd never seen her in business mode before, and I was completely blown away by the experience. As we got into the car to drive home, I turned to mum and said, "Mum, you were truly amazing. I've never seen such total control, such complete professionalism in my life. You were awesome in there and had that guy eating out of your hand."

"Thank you, honey, but that's my job. I'm completely focussed in those sorts of situations, and I had all the facts at my fingertips. After that, it's just a case of being clear, concise, complete and convincing -- and I sound just like I'm presenting to a business seminar, don't I? In the end, we got what we wanted at our price." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and we returned home.




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 04



Some days after this, mum had a phone call, and whooped with joy after she hung up. "We got it, honey. The owners agreed to our price and settlement will be in two weeks. Let's go out tonight and celebrate."

We took a taxi to one of the best restaurants in town, and had a wonderful time. We talked, laughed, flirted and drank too much good wine. Back home again, we continued the flirting and had a few more drinks, getting quite outrageous, but at mum's suggestion, we both agreed to defer any action until we were less tired and less affected by alcohol.

I passed out into a dead sleep, and slept until around nine o'clock the next morning. As I woke I got a huge shock; I couldn't move my arms or legs. That woke me in a hurry, and I discovered that I'd had my wrists handcuffed to the bed head and my ankles cuffed to the end of the bed.

"What the fuck ..." I exclaimed, to be greeted by a low, sexy chuckle from my right side. Turning my head, I could see Carole wearing a broad grin and nothing else.

"Mmm, awake at last. How are you this fine morning, my love?"

"Okay, you cunning bitch, what are you up to?"

"This is called 'sub's revenge'. I'm going to work you over with my hands, my mouth, my tits, my hair, my pussy and any other part of my body that I can think of using. None of your fancy chinchilla mitts, although that was truly wonderful and I can't wait for you to use them again. I'm going to do this using only my body and the aim is to drive you crazy and to have you begging and screaming for release."

"That's a pretty ambitious goal, gorgeous; I don't know if ... now what the hell are you doing?" I yelled

Carole had produced a large pair of scissors and was waving them menacingly in the region of my groin, but rather spoiled the effect by the wide grin on her face. "I'm going to cut off your boxers, so you will be completely at my mercy. Now hold still -- I wouldn't want to cut in the wrong place. That would quite spoil the fun."

With one cut she destroyed my boxers and tried to pull them off but I pushed my butt back into the bed to make her job more difficult. "Naughty boy," she laughed and slapped the top of my thigh. I let out a squeak at this, but she laughed again.

"Oh, never mind, sweetie, mummy kiss it better," and she bent and kissed my leg, running her tongue over the place that her hand had landed and getting suspiciously close to my cock. I relaxed, and she dragged away my tattered boxers, leaving me spreadeagled on my back with my cock rigid and pointing upwards like a flagpole. 

She squeezed my cock gently and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. "Mmm, yummy, I shall come back for a proper taste later on," she laughed. Tossing her head, she drew her long hair across my face, which was tantalising, like being covered in a very soft, perfumed moving curtain. She bent and kissed me, a series of short soft butterfly kisses all over my face, barely touching my lips and resisting my attempts to capture her mouth with mine. I felt her stick her tongue in my ear and move it around, almost like a miniature version of sex, but before I could get too excited, she nipped my ear lobe and moved away, giggling.

"Ooh, I'm really enjoying myself, stud, being able to do anything I like to you."

"I bet you are, but just remember that I'm getting as much pleasure out of this as you are."

"Good, that's the general idea," she whispered, kissing me behind my ear and moving down over my collar bone to my nipples.

I knew that, in theory, men's nipples were just as responsive as women's, but Carole played on mine, creating a new definition of sensitivity. She licked them and blew warm air onto the wet surface, causing them to harden. She sucked and nibbled on my increasingly reactive nipples, and bit down gently causing me to moan and sob in excitement and arousal.

"Now you know just how good it feels, and why I enjoy you playing with my tits so much," she crooned. As an encore, she sat over my abdomen pushing my cock down with her arse and rubbed her tits against my chest, our nipples engaging and stimulating, sending my arousal even higher.

I groaned with the thrill of her touch. "Oh god, Carole, this is indescribable. It's so good; you are a real expert cock-tease and I don't know how much more ecstasy I can take."

"Oh no, I'm not nearly done with you yet, mister. I'm going to pace myself so that you will be begging and pleading for me to make you cum. After that I might -- or I might not - allow you to climax," she added teasingly.

I could barely speak with wave after wave of pleasure flooding through my body, but could just manage to whimper, "Aargh, ooh yes, please don't stop, so good, so good, oh Carole you beautiful bitch."

Now she moved down and licked around my belly button and stroked her hands lightly across my stomach just north of my cock, causing the muscles to twitch and spasm, and for me to moan in an almost overwhelming mixture of delight and frustration.

She stopped and moved away, leaving me wondering what would happen next. I found out quickly when she started kissing my feet, then working with her tongue and her exploring hands up my legs to my knees. This was very nice, but I started to imagine where the next excitement would come from, and my cock became even more rigid. I growled deep in my throat and tried to move my hips to avoid the delicious torment, but she stoked upwards with her hands and her mouth, focussing on the soft and sensitive area on the inside of my thighs, tantalisingly close to my balls.

"Ooh fuck, Carole, you're taking me to the edge. I've never ... ooh yes, just there, oh my god this is too good for words. Kiss my cock, please my darling mother, please my lovely Carole, please stroke my balls with your incredible tongue."

"Mmm, getting close aren't you. I want to bring this to a grand finale for you and for me, so we can both go over the edge together and fly together through our lust and rapture." With that, she bent over me, cradling my balls in her soft hands and taking my cock into her hot wet mouth. I could feel my orgasm gathering strength and Carole obviously could too. She stopped, moved up and kissed me on my mouth, a true lover's kiss, and this time she let me repay the favour. "Jesse, my darling Jesse, I love you so much, and I have enjoyed this little experiment so much. I just hope you're okay with this."

"Oh god, Carole, you've just given me one of the great erotic experiences of all time. How could I possibly not be totally delighted with you. That's extra true because I love you so much it hurts." I laughed, "now go and finish what you were starting."

Carole returned down the bed, took my cock into her mouth just once, giving it a copious coating of saliva. She swung her right leg over my body and, getting herself into position, smoothly impaled her hot wet cunt onto my rigid, straining cock. We both gasped and moaned with pleasure, and Carole started moving smoothly up and down, rotating her pussy and finding the right angle so that she could push her clit onto my pubic bone.

We both knew that this would not last very long, and Carole squealed and cried out my name. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting around my cock in a velvet vice, and I moaned, "Yes, fuck me you beautiful bitch. Fuck my cock until I fill your cunt with my cream. Give me everything you've got and make me cum until you've drained me dry. Oh ... aargh ... uggh," and more inarticulate babbling as my balls tingled, my stomach muscles started to tense and my orgasm was almost at its peak.

Carole was now screaming and sobbing incoherently, her pussy clutching at my cock as she rode me hard and it suddenly happened for both of us. Carole's scream rose in volume and pitch in a clamouring crescendo while I howled in triumph as my cum blasted up through my cock and deep into Carole's hot clasping cunt. She gave a series of great gasping sobs and collapsed forward onto my chest.

In a short while, Carole recovered her voice. "Oh Jesse, that was so good. Now let me release you so you can hold me close."

"Okay, gorgeous, in a minute. First though, I'd like you to lick my cock until it's clean, don't swallow but come back and kiss me."

Carole smiled and her eyes twinkled. "Want to taste yourself do you, you nasty boy?"

"Almost, but not quite -- I want us to share each other."

"Mmm, you are a very naughty boy, but that's why I love you so much," with which she slid down and expertly cleaned my cock.

She squirmed her way up my body and took my head in her hands. We kissed, our mouths open, our tongues swirling together as we both tasted our passion charged spend. 

Carole looked down at me through half-closed eyes, and with a supreme effort of will, unfastened the cuffs from my wrists so that I could hold her close and tight. We whispered soft and passionate words of love, and stroked each other gently and sensuously. After a few minutes, Carole released my ankles, and we clung together, wrapped around each other for what seemed like an eternity.

Carole was the first to move. "Well, honey, that was totally wonderful, and we will do it again -- when I can catch you unawares. Now I need a shower and some breakfast and if you want a shower too, can we make a pact that this time all we'll do is shower?"

"Oh yeah, I guess so, so long as I can shampoo your hair for you and perhaps pat your gorgeous butt a few times."

She laughed. "Deal, big boy, now let's go because I'm starving".

We enjoyed a quick and rather animated shower, and although I was allowed to soap Carole's gorgeous tits, anything further was strongly discouraged. Breakfast was a rather messy meal as we laughed and fed each other pieces of toast, and made generally outrageous suggestions about what we'd like to do to each other.

After breakfast, I sat staring into the middle distance while a plan hatched in my mind. "Penny for them," mum enquired with an amused tone in her voice.

"I was just thinking, why don't we get away for a break -- take a holiday just you and me to somewhere warm and relaxing? How about a week or ten days one a nice little island on the barrier reef? Just sea, sand, sun, sex."

Mum smiled, "I wondered when that subject would come up." 

"Mmm, I'm just imagining you in an absolutely micro bikini, begging me to .... rub suntan oil all over your gorgeous body!" 

"Jesse, sometimes you're an absolute genius. I'm off to pack right now."

"Whoa, slow down just a fraction, Mum -- we'll need to do a little planning. Term break comes up in three weeks, and if you've got your resignation in by then, they'll probably be only too happy to see the back of you."

"Okay, genius, let's start planning some really fun time at a getaway for two. Grab some brochures and we'll make a start."

Life seemed set fair; the house project was progressing well, Carole's plans for her business venture were nearing fruition, and she was planning her resignation; I had to curb her enthusiasm for some of the more colourful phrases in her letter of notice. My studies were also moving along very positively and we were planning an idyllic holiday. Fate, however, has a habit of sneaking up and catching you unawares; this happened to us a week later with a phone call that altered the direction of our lives in an unexpected way.

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There will be at least one more chapter to this story; I'm currently about half way through it. In all likelihood it will extend to a further, sixth chapter.

As always, comments and votes are gratefully accepted. And I can even learn from negative comments (I hope)



My Mother, My Lover Ch. 05



This is a continuation of the adventures of Carole and Jesse detailed in the previous four chapters. Once again, it includes sexual activity between mother and son, and if this is a turn off for you, please read no further. It also introduces an element of lesbian sex; similar comments apply here. Special thanks to Hatsuda for his editing expertise and ongoing support. 

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It was on a Sunday morning around 9.30 when the phone rang. Mum and I were eating breakfast, reading the paper and indulging in our usual pursuits -- I was making caustic comments about politics and mum was being bitchy about fashions. Mum answered the phone in a casual manner, but this soon changed.

"Hi Dee-Dee, what's up?" Then a silence during which mum's expression changed to a blend of anger and distress. "The bastard," she intoned, then, "Okay, Dee-Dee, where are you now?" Another silence. "The bus station? Here? Oh my god; Dee-Dee, just stay where you are, Jesse and I will come and get you -- we won't be longer than an hour."

"Jesse, honey, in case you didn't hear, that was your Aunt Dee-Dee. Apparently her rat bastard husband, Frank, has thrown her out. Worse, he put her on the interstate bus and told her to, 'go and be a parasite on your snobby sister, I don't want to ever see your ugly face again'."

"Nice guy, mum. So let's go and pick her up. I guess we'll get her to stay with us while she sorts herself out."

"Mmm yes, honey, I guess so, although that will put a big damper on our amorous activities. Oh god, I don't know how I'm going to cope without being able to make love to you."

"Me too, mum -- I might even have to resort to my right hand man, which would be such a drag with a gorgeous chick so close."

She looked at me with smouldering eyes. "Kiss me, Jesse, and make it a good one. It might have to keep me going for quite a while."

Carole moved into my arms and moulded her sweet curves up against me. She dropped her hand down between our bodies and ran it across my almost rigid cock.

"Ooh such a waste -- I could put that to really good use, but we just don't have time."

"Hold me tight, Mum, and kiss me into the middle of next week," and our lips met hot and sweet, tongues duelling with each other and exploring each other's mouth. She writhed against me, her tits with their hard centres pressing into my chest, and made soft lascivious noises as we kissed.

Even with our deepening love for each other, I couldn't remember Carole kissing me like that. It was hot and wet and wild and crazy, all at the same time. We broke after what I thought was far too short a time, and I slid my hands down to the sweet curves of her arse. "Just one more caress to keep me going," I murmured, and mum smiled, a rather pale smile, but I knew just what she was feeling.

Mum threw me the keys of her Beemer, saying, "You drive, I'm too churned up," and we headed for the bus station. We soon found Aunt Dee-Dee sitting disconsolately with just two bags by her side. She burst into tears when she saw mum and me, and we both gave her a comforting hug.

My Aunt Dee-Dee was rather like a smaller version of her sister. Probably two inches shorter with a similar figure and breasts that I estimated around 34C. Her hair was lighter than mum's, around mid-brown, cut to fall just onto her shoulders. Like mum, she had an oval face, quite symmetrical and also very mobile; it showed her emotions readily. Her eyes were somewhere between brown and hazel and she had a wide, soft mouth. She had a slim waist suggesting that she kept herself fit.

"Oh Carole, oh Jesse, I'm so glad to see you both, but I'm so sorry to inflict myself on you like this."

Mum was quite choked up and found it difficult to answer, so I said, "Aunt Dee-Dee, we're here for you, we want you to be with us and you can stay as long as you need to and not one minute less."

She looked at me with a half smile and said, "Jesse, honey, will you do me a favour please?"

"Sure, Aunt Dee-Dee, if I can."

"Good, just drop the 'Aunt'. It makes me feel like an old bag lady."

I laughed. "Okay, 'Dee-Dee' it is. Now, let's get you home; might be better if you and mum sit in the back and you can whisper rude things about me to each other." 

We were soon home, and installed Dee-Dee in what had been dad's room. Dee-Dee expressed some concern about this, but we made it clear that neither mum nor I had any interest in moving in there.

"Now, Dee-Dee," mum instructed, "If you'd like a shower there are towels in the en suite. Take your time and we'll find you something to eat. You look starved."

"Thank you Carole, I haven't eaten since yesterday midday," and then burst into tears again. Mum gave her another consoling hug, and we left to forage for a meal.

Dee-Dee's story was not wholly unexpected. Over the ten years of their marriage, their relationship had slowly deteriorated, culminating in a series of vicious arguments and screaming matches, centred on his drinking, gambling and general disinclination to show any sort of affection towards Dee-Dee. Frank apparently decided that he just wanted his own way and told Dee-Dee to get out, bundling her onto the interstate bus.

"Dee-Dee, you will stay here as long as you need to," Mum reiterated what I had already told her and Dee-Dee kissed each of us on the cheek. After her meal, she went up to her room, and mum and I clung together.

I swept my hands up over her arse then onto her breast, cupping her tits and squeezing them gently. Mum moaned and grabbed my head, kissing me fiercely then biting my ear lobes, one after the other.

"Jesse, I don't know how we can keep our secret from Dee-Dee. I guess we'll have to get by on a few stolen cuddles and kisses for the time being."

"Yeah, I know, Mum. This is torture but we'll just have to be careful and take any opportunities that present themselves."

She kissed me again, and wiped her lipstick off my mouth. "Can't be too careful, sweetie."

Dee-Dee soon settled in but seemed to be at a permanent loose end, not able to settle to anything and often asking us if there was anything she could do to help. Watching this gave me a "left field" idea, although it would mean Dee-Dee staying with us permanently. I caught up with mum that evening and put my idea to her.

"Look, Mum, Dee-Dee seems unable to come to any clear decisions about what she wants to do. Mrs D has said she wants to give up her cleaning career and when we move we'll have to find another cleaner. What say we talk to Dee-Dee about taking on the role of housekeeper, doing the housework and cooking -- she seems to be a pretty fair cook. We may also need some extra help when we move house and settle in to the new one. We can offer free board and lodging, and we could make her a weekly cash payment. I know she's family and there's a risk she might be insulted, plus we may have to come clean about our relationship. Still, I think it's worth the risk."

Mum thought for as moment, then sighed. "You're quite right, Jesse, but I'm still scared about her reaction if she finds out about us."

"I know it's risky, Mum, but I also know she loves you very much, I think she cares about me, and we're her only family. I get the impression that she isn't too conventional, prudish or judgemental, so she may be able to accept how we feel about each other."

"Okay, honey, but let's not come out with it straight away."

In the event, that wasn't necessary. Dee-Dee was beside herself with delight at the offer, particularly when we stressed that we wanted her to be one of the family, and that she would be taking some of the burden off our shoulders. She took on the role as if born to it and told me that she had never had any ambition to be a high flyer but wanted most of all a cosy domesticity where she could be part of a settled family life. To her mind, this was just perfect.

Over the next few weeks, however, Dee-Dee seemed to become increasingly uncomfortable and rather withdrawn.. Mum and I had decided to talk to her about this one evening, but Dee Dee forestalled us.

"Can I talk to you two, please?" her voice was trembling and uncertain. "Look, I realise that, by asking this question, you're likely to throw me out on the street, but I really do need to know."

"Dee-Dee," mum attempted to be reassuring, "We don't care what you ask. You are family, and we won't do anything even remotely like throwing you out. Now, what's the problem?"

"Okay, here goes; just what is the relationship between you two? I'm not blind, and I've seen the way you look at each other, and how you touch each other when you think I'm not looking. Please, tell me the truth."

Mum and I looked at each other and she gave the slightest shrug.

"Okay, Dee-Dee, I guess you have a right to ask, and we won't hide it from you any more. Mum and I are lovers, and we have been for a while now, since my 21st birthday. I'm sorry if this shocks you, but we are both hopelessly in love with each other, and hiding it from you for the past few weeks has been a special kind of torment. Now I guess it's in your hands."

"I knew it," Dee-Dee laughed, "I knew it. You can't hide that sort of love. I'm not at all shocked; I think it's beautiful, and the fact that you are mother and son is entirely irrelevant. Especially since I know that you can't have children, Carole, and if you can find love and comfort and," and here a wicked smile crossed her face, "hot steamy sex with Jesse, the only thing I can say is that I am just so jealous."

"Jealous, Dee-Dee?" Mum sounded surprised.

"Yes, big sister, I just wish I could find that sort of relationship."

"Yea, well, there's something else you should know about us, Dee-Dee," mum continued. Sometimes, although not all the time, I need to be submissive and Jesse is my Dom. We have some clear boundaries about this, but I trust Jesse completely, and he can make me feel so good."

"I see," replied Dee-Dee thoughtfully. "I've never felt the need to surrender myself like that, but if it works for you, that just adds to my jealousy."

"Dee-Dee, one day you'll find the right guy and all the jealousy will disappear;" mum attempted to sound comforting, but Dee-Dee gave her an odd look and the conversation ceased.

That night, mum and I slept together for the first time in several weeks. Mum looked stunning in a sheer teddy with tiny panties and a shelf bra that emphasized her gorgeous tits. As I came into the room, she looked at me with mock severity. "I hope you haven't been guilty of onanism, my son, because I expect you to fuck me silly and fill me full of all those weeks of your stored seed. Now get over here and love me."

How could I possible refuse a demand like that and I moved towards her. "C'mere, you wanton hussy," I growled.

"Have a care, sir," Carole tried to keep up the mock severity but without too much success. "Do not refer to me as a 'wanton hussy'."

"I see, so how would you describe yourself?"

"I, sir? I am a horny slut who wants her man so desperately that she's almost coming apart at the seams."

Enough game playing. I took her in my arms, stroking her silky warmth first through the teddy, then, lifting it over her head, caressed her sweet smooth body, generating soft moans and gasps of joy.

"Now, let's get rid of that nasty bra and those huge knickers," I smiled, unclipping her bra and allowing her gorgeous tits to stand free. I then dropped my boxers, the only item of clothing I had permitted myself, and moved my hands down her sides, hooking into the tiny panties and sliding them to the ground. Carole stood before me in her breathtaking nakedness, and as I raped her with my eyes, she smiled up at me.

"Well, are you going to do something about me or are you just going to stand there gaping at me like a lovesick teenager?" 

I took her in my arms and ran my hands up and down her body. Her skin was like warm silk, living warm silk as she trembled and quivered under my questing hands.

"Mmm, yes, oh yes, Jesse, I've missed your touch so much these last few weeks. Caress every part of my body and don't stop. Oh my god, more, please, more," as I reached her tits, circling her right nipple, then flipping it with my tongue, backwards and forwards and causing her to gasp with anticipation. I then drew my tongue down from her right nipple, between her breasts, then up to her left nipple, repeating the treatment. To add excitement to the anticipation, I pinched her hard, needy nipples.

Carole threw her head back and strained her body against me and as I pinched her nipples harder she moaned with unleashed desire and cried my name. "Ooh yes, Jesse, pinch my nipples -- hurt them, I love it so much. It makes my pussy tremble and makes me want you that much more. Oh god, if you keep that up, I'll cum just from what you're doing to my tits."

"Mmm, good, but there are other magic spells for us to cast, so how do you want me?" I queried.

"Ooh god, Jesse, I so want to be on top, so you can play with my tits, and we can watch each other explode."

"Mmm, my favourite," I said, picking her up, an armful of hot, trembling, willing and excited woman. I laid her gently on one side of the bed and climbed on, my eager cock standing proud, waiting for her to impale herself on him.

Carole rolled over and threw her right leg over me, positioning herself just above my cock, slowly lowering herself onto me. My cock gradually slipped into the entrance of her saturated pussy, her bountiful juices easing my entry into a hot, vibrating, delightful heaven.

Carole was still deliciously tight, but she moved up and down on my cock, doing most of the work, with a blissful expression on her face. As the pleasure started to build, I thrust up into her, causing Carole to moan and shake and move faster as her climax grew stronger and deeper. She closed her eyes, but was running her fingers lightly over my face, as if trying to memorize my features by touch.

Carole's breathing became more ragged and her movements more erratic, so I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body down so that her hard tipped tits were grinding into my chest. This had the added benefit of causing my pubic bone to mash into her clit every time she pushed down onto my cock. I smothered her face with soft little kisses, and she started to burn with an inner lust-fuelled passion, making unintelligible sounds of delight and digging her nails into my shoulders.

I knew that neither of us could last much longer. The muscles behind my cock were starting to tense and my balls were drawing up, ready to explode a major cum into my mother's insistent pussy. In turn, her moans became louder, and turned into screams as a series of small orgasms heralded the big one that was about to burst through her body. Her cunt muscles worked hard against my almost painfully steel-hard, pulsing cock.

Carole screamed her imminent release, then shuddered violently, which was enough to set me off. My cum boiled up through my cock and flooded into her cunt at the same time as her orgasm caused her to go completely rigid before releasing with a huge gasp and a series of moans as her orgasm swept through her whole body.

I stayed inside Carole's hot, wet pussy, while the soft tremors of the aftershocks of her orgasm provided a counterpoint along my softening cock. Eventually, I slid out and she rolled over onto her back. I propped myself onto one elbow and looked down at her beautiful face, now bathed in a smile of contentment and love.

"Oh Jesse, that was wonderful. When we make love like that, it's so different from just fucking. I can sense that you want me to feel good and cared for. I get the feeling that it's almost more important for you to make me feel good than it is for you to concentrate on yourself. I want you to know how much I love you, and that I'll do anything I can to make you feel good, too."

"I agree with everything you just said, my mouth-watering, sexy Mum. Anything, any time -- almost any place. You only have to blow gently in my ear and whisper your needs and you'll have me hooked."

Mum laughed, "Be very careful what you say -- I might just hold you to that."

I laughed in return, kissed her softly and sweetly and we said goodnight.

I was woken next morning by what must be the most delightful sensation any guy can ever experience. My cock was surrounded by warm, soft pulsing wetness as Carole sucked and licked me into a massive erection, far exceeding my normal morning woody.

"Hi honey," she whispered seductively, "I needed breakfast and this is the quickest and best way to get it," and she returned to her toe-curling blowjob.

"Oh god, you beautiful, beautiful slut. How can you live with yourself, blowing your own son?"

"No problem with that," she growled in a low, hungry voice. "I'm absolutely shameless. My mouth has total control over his cock, and I intend to keep it that way."

"Mmm yes, just don't ever stop -- this is as close to paradise as it's possible to get, my darling mother."

She returned to her exciting work, her tongue sliding along the shaft, then taking my cock deep into her throat, her muscles pulsating along its length. I buried my hands in her hair and held her mouth to my cock, allowing her just enough room to breathe.

"Oh god, Carole, I'm so close to cumming; you are so talented, ooh yes, this must be heaven."

Carole slipped my cock out of her mouth and licked down the shaft, caressing my balls with her tongue, lapping around and over them, wetting them with her saliva. "Cum for me, Jesse darling, cum in mummy's mouth, give it to me so I can swallow it all. Make me your cumslut, make me your cocksucking whore." She returned her mouth to my cock, now sucking harder and fondling my balls with her soft warm hand.

This was more than I could take and I felt the tension grow at the base of my cock and in my balls. Carole could obviously feel it too, as she moved her mouth to just hold the head and continued to suck as my orgasm exploded through my cock, pumping into her sweet responsive mouth.

She held me in her mouth while my orgasm subsided, and my cock shrank and dropped out of her mouth. She immediately returned to lick me clean and harvest the last remaining drops of cum.

Carole rolled onto her side and leant on her elbow, grinning at me. "You owe me one, big boy," she laughed.

"I sure do, but I bet it couldn't possibly be as good as that."

"We'll see, but right now, I need a shower -- and I could do with someone to shampoo my hair. Know anyone who might be willing to do that for me?" 

"I'll ask around, Mum, but hey, this time, would you be willing to wash my hair for me?"

"Sure, honey, let's go."

We soaped and soaked, and I shampooed mum's hair, getting my fingers deep into her dark mane, massaging her deeply and getting murmurs of appreciation in return. "Now, Mum, use your magic fingers on me."

Mum rubbed the shampoo in, but being some inches shorter than me, had to move close to reach my head. The result was that her soapy tits caressed my chest in a way that was as exciting for me as it was for her. Suddenly she stopped and looked me straight in the eye. "You cunning devil, you only wanted me to wash your hair so you could feel my tits stroking you!"

"Not really, Mum, but that's a gorgeous side benefit; please don't stop."

"You guys and your tit fetishes, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she laughed, but returned close to me and continued the massage with both her hands and her tits.

"Mmm, thank you, Mum," I laughed in return, and quickly bent to gently bite each hard nipple, causing her to squeal with delight.

Mum slid her hand down our slick wet bodies and held my hardening cock in her hand. "God, Mum, that's nice but I have to pee quite urgently."

She gave me an odd, "sideways" look and said, "Jesse, I know you thought it was kinky that time you asked me to hold your cock while you peed. But I thought it was so hot, particularly when I was able to direct it onto my tits and my stomach. Can I please do it again?"




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 05



I couldn't say "no", and mum held on to my cock while I peed, directing the stream across her tits and down her stomach, making cooing noises as she did so. "Oh Jesse, I don't know what it is about that, but it makes me feel that I totally belong to you, and that gives me a great big warm feeling all through my body.

"So, kiss me, Mum," I demanded, and she obeyed with a hot, wet open-mouth kiss that set our tongues wrestling with each other and our hands grasping at our arms and bodies.

"Mum, in exchange for that experience, I've got something I'd like to try with you -- nothing too kinky and certainly not painful; just a bit unusual."

"Okay, honey, I'm game for anything -- once," and she laughed.

"Right, Mum, hold your hands up as far as they will go and clasp them together above your head." As she did so, I moved in and kissed her in the right armpit, working my tongue over her shaven skin.

"Ooh, Jesse, that's nice. I don't know that it would give me a complete orgasm, but it's certainly enjoyable, and we can add it to our list of fun and games. Now kiss me on the other side,"

I did, and she giggled. We dried each other, then dressed and headed downstairs. A short while later, we had just enjoyed a superb breakfast; Dee-Dee giggled that, "young lovers need to keep their strength up," when my eye caught an article in the paper which caused me to sit bolt upright.

"Oh my good lord," I exclaimed, "I wish I didn't believe it."

"Believe what, Jesse?" mum enquired, and I showed her the article. 'Prominent lawyer and family morals campaigner charged with having sex with minors and procuring minors for illegal purposes. Lawyer Denzel J Mason appeared in court today charged with fifteen counts associated with sexual activity with a minor.'

Mum screamed and her face turned a bright scarlet. "The stupid bloody fool. He's really fucked himself this time. I hope to god he gets everything he deserves, and I'm just glad I've changed my name."

As soon as the words left her mouth, mum turned to me with a look of horror on her face. "Oh Jesse, Jesse, my love, I'm so sorry, I didn't even think what this could do to you. Oh my love." With this, she threw her arms around me and kissed me feverishly. "Jesse, whatever happens, I'm always here for you, always. I love you so much, and I'll do anything I can to protect you."

Then, unexpectedly, Dee-Dee came over to me and did the same thing. She hugged me tightly and said, "I second everything your mother has said. I'm here for you too. You've been so good to me, both of you; you only have to ask."

"Thank you both," I said, more calmly than I really felt. "Your love is so strong I can almost taste it, and it'll give me strength to deal with any fallout from this miserable business." I kissed mum, then Dee-Dee for the first time, and her kiss was warm and sweet as she looked deep into my eyes. 

As it turned out, there was practically no media interest in his family; I suspected that strings had been pulled at a fairly high level, and this was borne out in a wholly unexpected way some short time later. Late one afternoon, I had a phone call from someone calling himself George Branson, a lawyer for Mrs Lucy Mason.

Now Lucy Mason was my paternal grandmother, a formidable woman with whom I'd never had anything like a close relationship, and had seen only rarely. She had a reputation for being fierce and determined with connections in many places. Her word was law, and I was surprised when George Branson intoned, "You are requested to wait upon Mrs Mason at 3.30 pm next Friday."

"I ... I suppose so," I stammered, "do you know what for?" "No sir ("sir?' I queried to myself) I am simply instructed to request your presence. I believe you are aware of Mrs Mason's address?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there."

Mum was astonished at this turn of events. "I bet it's something to do with Denzel and his little peccadilloes," she commented. I just mumbled noncommittally and left it at that.

So on the Friday at the appointed time, I presented myself at the old Victorian mansion that was now mostly closed up, and served as the home of my paternal grandmother. A maid answered the door bell and I was ushered into my grandmother's presence. An elderly heavily built but rather gray man was also present. He introduced himself as George Branson, the family lawyer.

Lucy Mason was a small finely boned woman, now shrinking in on herself. She was riddled with cancer, and told me that her doctors had given her no more than six months to live. Even so, her strong and determined spirit showed through in her beady black eyes that shone with intelligence, insight and, perhaps unexpectedly, a good helping of humour.

"Hmm, Jesse, I hope you and your mother are keeping well?"

"Yes, we're both very fit, thank you; we're going to move into a house on the other side of town, I'm about half way through my studies, and mum is going to set up her own financial consultancy."

"I strongly approve of individual personal endeavour, Jesse, and although I would have hoped you would follow the family tradition and study law, my sources tell me that you're doing very well in psychology."

"Thank you, grandmother," I said, but wondered where all this was heading.

"Hmm, thanks are not needed but appreciated. Now, you must be wondering why I have invited you here. To cut a long story short, I am so disgusted with your father's behaviour that I have decided to alter my will. He will no longer be my residual legatee; I have decided to substitute your name in that position. As matters stand at present that will amount to something a little over three million dollars."

"Oh my god, grandmother, why ..."

She cut me off. "Please do not blaspheme, Jesse, although I understand your surprise."

"I'm sorry, grandmother, but what about Aunt Sophie and Aunt Georgia, surely they are in a better position than I?"

"Your concern does you credit, Jesse, but they are guaranteed substantial legacies. In any case, I am sufficiently old-fashioned to believe that inheritance needs to be in the male line. This is my decision, Jesse; all I would ask is that you take the time to visit me every so often. You seem like a very respectable and courteous young man."

"Yes," I thought to myself, "and one who regularly fucks the arse off his mother!" That little idiosyncrasy did not allow itself to intrude into our conversation.

"Grandmother, I can only say a deeply felt 'thank you' and of course I will visit as often as possible."

"Thanks are not necessary, my boy. You may be interested to know that I have made an arrangement with the editor of the morning paper -- we are old friends, and you will not be troubled by any prying journalists over your father's crimes. I should also say that the price of that silence was to permit his name to be published ahead of the trial. A difficult decision, but I felt the safety of my family to be more important than covering up a pervert's identity, even though he is my son."

I was lost for words, but again stammered out my thanks, and took the liberty of placing a light kiss on her old and withered cheek. Her smile was warm and accepting, and I left the house in a complete daze.

Returning home, I told mum and Dee-Dee the story. Mum was hysterical with laughter and Dee-Dee made a comment about "right guy in the right place at the right time."

In the event, the doctors over-estimated my grandmother's likely survival. About six weeks later I had a phone call from George Branson to say, in his euphemistic way, that she had "passed on to a better place." I was not entirely surprised; I had seen her a couple of times in the interim and she seemed to be fading fast.

I went to the funeral on a fine spring morning; mum offered to come with me, but she was quite half-hearted and she wasn't too upset when I talked her out of it. It was very much a family affair which gave me the opportunity to re-acquaint myself with my cousin Charlotte (universally known as Charlie), Aunt Sophie's daughter and Rebecca, Aunt Georgia's daughter. They were as unalike as it is possible for two people to be. Charlie was short, slim and quiet, with a very limited bodily development; in other words, she was flat and had very slim hips. She had short, mid brown hair, cut in a bob that framed her round face and in her own way, she was an attractive young woman. She looked serious and somewhat under pressure and wanted to talk to me about my side of the family and what we were doing.

Rebecca was a polar opposite. Quite tall with flaming red hair half way down her back, she had the sort of figure that men drool over -- she knew it and flaunted it mercilessly. She dressed in high fashion, even at the funeral, and was noisy, ebullient and happy -- even at the funeral. We talked briefly, or rather, she talked, mainly about herself, and I listened.

Subsequently, I discovered that the residual of my grandmother's will would amount to something like $3½ million, although it would take some time to wind up the estate. Many people, including mum wanted to know what I intended to do with all that loot. I hedged and talked about investing and saving for a rainy day, reassuring mum that this would make no difference to our relationship. I also suggested investing some, at least, of the money in her business, but she was quite clear that that wasn't necessary -- and gave me a kiss for my generosity.

Shortly after the funeral, we finally got our old home on the market; it was snapped up quickly by a developer at a price that I thought surprisingly high, but I had reckoned without mum's thorough research into the market and likely purchasers. We soon moved into the new house, now completely renovated, thanks in no small measure to Dee-Dee's energy and enthusiasm.

On our first night in the new house, mum and I engaged in a very energetic encounter. She grabbed me as I walked into the bedroom after a shower, with only a towel wrapped round my waist. The element of surprise allowed her to shove me onto the bed, although I didn't really fight very hard. She ripped away the towel as she did so, and as I landed on my back, she shimmied up between my legs, locked her hot lips around my cock and sucked me enthusiastically until I came hard into her soft sweet mouth, shouting with joy and triumph.

"Yummy," she laughed, "what a way to christen the bed in its new home."

"Aggressive little tart, aren't you?" I laughed in return, slapping her briskly on each cheek. Carole squealed with delight, but her squeals turned to moans of ecstasy as I in turn threw her on her back and ate her pussy with similar enthusiasm. As my tongue stroked and my teeth nibbled her clit, those moans turned to an outright scream as her orgasm tried to blow her apart.

A day or two later, mum approached me in a rather hesitant way, unusual for her. "Jesse, honey, I'm a bit worried about Dee-Dee. She's such a sweetie, and I don't want her to get too, well, ... 'lonesome' if you get my drift. Could you have a chat with her and perhaps ... well, let her know that you care about her?"

"Oh my god, Mum, are you trying to pimp Dee-Dee for me? Has she dropped any hints to you?"

Mum blushed. "I hardly think that's how I meant it, Jesse, but yes I suppose that's the effect, even though she's said nothing to me. Would you be really offended?" 

I chuckled. "Not me, I'm a normal young man with my full complement of raging male hormones, besides which, Dee-Dee certainly isn't hard on the eye. What concerns me, though, is how you will take this if, shall we say, I'm successful. Won't you be dreadfully jealous?"

"No, honey, Dee-Dee is my sister, and I love her very much. If you're prepared to share your favours, I could accept her more than anyone else at all. Besides," and here mum gave a sexy chuckle, "I thought guys really got off on threesomes -- not that I'm making any promises, you understand, but still ...," and she let any further comments hang in the air.

A little later that day I came upon Dee-Dee taking a break in the lounge room. "Hi Jesse," she chirruped happily, "how're they hanging?" Dee-Dee had always been prone to some quite direct expressions but she was so genuine that no-one ever took offense. 

"Pretty good, thanks, Dee-Dee," and I sat next to her on the couch and slipped my arm round her shoulder, pulling her gently towards me, preparing for an exploratory kiss.

Dee-Dee pulled away from me and stood up. "Please, Jesse, don't do that," she said in a strained and uncomfortable voice.

"Dee-Dee, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be impertinent and I didn't realise that you found me repellent."

Dee-Dee's smile was a little more reassuring, but there was still an aura of embarrassment about her. "Jesse, you don't understand. If things were other than they are, I would be fighting Carole tooth and nail for your affections. You see, the truth is, I'm gay." 

I looked at her for a few seconds, marshalling my thoughts, then went over to her and held her in a bear hug. "Dee-Dee, I still think of you as a wonderful, loving and very attractive woman. On the other hand, I do honour your sexual identity, and I'm just sorry that I tried to make a pass at you that you neither needed nor wanted. Mind you, you might have let us know about this earlier."

"Thank you, Jesse, of all the guys I know, you are at the top of my 'hunky list'. I just wasn't sure how you and your mum would react to this news. I also ought to be honest with you about my break-up with Frank. I realised a few years ago that I was a lesbian, but I hid it from him, successfully at first, but that became increasingly difficult. Eventually it all came out into the open; he called me some horrible names and made some revolting accusations, then threw me out. That's really how I cam to arrive on your doorstep."

"Dee-Dee just remember, you're family and we love you very much. You don't ever have to be afraid to tell us anything. Now, may I kiss you please?"

She laughed. "Knowing what you do, you still want to kiss me?" I nodded positively, and she grabbed my head and delivered a warm, loving but completely non-sexual kiss straight onto my mouth.

At just that point, mum came into the lounge. "Oh my," she gasped, "I'm so sorry; I didn't realise that you were enjoying each other so much. I'll just go and ...."

Dee-Dee and I broke into peals of laughter, having to support each other as we gradually recovered control. "Mum, come over here and sit with us on the couch," I told her, and she found a place between Dee-Dee on one side and me on the other. We both schmoozed up close to mum so that she was sandwiched quite tightly between us. Dee-Dee ran a finger down mum's arm (she was wearing a sleeveless top) and I leaned across and nibbled her ear.

"Well, you see, Carole," Dee-Dee began, "Jesse and I ... would you like to tell the story, Jesse?" Then Dee-Dee stroked mum's tit gently and burst out laughing as she cried, "Tat!" I stroked mum's other breast and pinched her nipple through the soft material of her top.

Mum squirmed and burst out, "What on earth are you two doing? It's not that I don't find this arousing, but how come Dee-Dee is involved?"

"Well, you see, Mum, I expressed concern that you might be jealous if I succeeded in seducing Dee-Dee. The truth is that I am much more likely to be jealous because Dee-Dee has just told me that she's gay."

Mum spun round to look at her sister who had a broad smile on her face. "S'right, big sister. I only really came out about a year ago, and it's one of the main reasons for my break-up with Frank."

"Oh Dee-Dee, why didn't you tell me. I have no problem with this at all -- I just want you to be happy, and if that's how you are happy, more power to you."

"Hmm," I muttered almost to myself. "I may possibly be about to make a total fool of myself, but do you remember when we were looking at the boundaries of our D/s relationship, Mum? I asked you if you would be prepared to have sex with another woman, and you said, yes, if it is someone who you find attractive."

Mum murmured a rather uncertain, "Yes."

"So tell me, Mum, do you find Dee-Dee attractive?"

Before she could answer, Dee-Dee cried out, "Are you suggesting that I should have sex with my sister?" and as I nodded the affirmative, she shouted, "Oh god, that is so hot. I've had fantasies of Carole for a long time -- I think that might be one of the things that helped me to recognise that I am a lesbian. Please, Carole, please love me."

Mum appeared shell-shocked and looked at me with a multitude of questions in her eyes. "Jesse, how would you feel about this? Would you be able to cope with the idea of your lover being with someone else?"

"If it was another guy, Mum, I think I'd be very upset. This is different, and I love you both, even if it is in different ways. Don't forget though that one of the rules is, I get to watch! I've just got to hope that you don't prefer that to being with me."

"I doubt it very much, my darling Jesse. Come here and kiss me, and we'll make preparations for a big production number this evening." Mum was now clear and committed to this adventure. Her kiss was warm and sweet and lingering, and she took my hand and stroked it across her tits. "We'll commandeer our room, but you must promise to stay in the chair, Jesse, and not try to join in. If you agree, we'll see you at 8.30," and she looked across at Dee-Dee who gave a brief nod. I agreed -- this sounded like lots of fun for an unabashed voyeur.

At 8.30, I tapped on the bedroom door and was greeted with, "Come in, come in, whoever you are," accompanied by a warm, chocolatey chuckle.

Dee-Dee was dressed in a pink baby-doll nightdress that barely reached half way down her butt, a matching pink thong -- and nothing else. She had matching pink lipstick and understated makeup and was sucking a lollipop, with an expression aimed at an impression of a little girl that she didn't quite achieve. Nevertheless, I had a great deal of difficulty in restraining myself -- if I hadn't known Dee-Dee was gay, I might well have jumped her bones there and then.

On the other hand, I had even more difficulty restraining myself from grabbing mum. She wore a black silk chemise that clung to her and emphasised her captivating curves. She also wore five inch heels but nothing else, except unusually dark makeup and nail polish that added a mysterious, enigmatic quality to her overt sexuality.

I clearly showed my enthusiasm, for she was quick to remind me, "Control yourself, Jesse, this is girls' night and it is a privilege for you to be here at all!" Mum was clear about the rules and wanted me to know it, but I could hear the laughter in her voice. Then Dee-Dee played up to this; "Oh please sir, help me. This wicked lady wants to do naughty things to me and for me to do them to her. Please save me, sir -- and I'll do naughty things for you," although she rather spoiled the effect by starting to giggle.

"Oh dear me, my child, I am unable to intervene. You must just put yourself in the lady's hands and trust that she will be good to you." This caused bursts of laughter from both of them and as Carole stepped out of her heels, they fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately.

I made myself comfortable and prepared to enjoy the show.

The warmth and tenderness between the two sisters was immediately apparent as they kissed deeply and passionately. "Dee-Dee, my sweet, you will have to help me -- I've never been with a woman before, and I'm not really sure what to do."

"Carole, don't give it another thought," Dee-Dee responded. "Just follow your instincts; we love each other and whatever happens will be fantastic."

They caressed each other gently and smiled and murmured with pleasure and anticipation. Dee-Dee looked at Carole mischievously. "Time for some action, sweetie -- lose the nightie."




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 05



Carole moved to take off the chemise, then stopped. "No, Dee-Dee, you do it -- please?"

"Mmm yes, you have such gorgeous tits," Dee-Dee responded and drew the chemise slowly over her sister's head, revealing her breasts with their dark areolas and the nipples already hard and extended. "My, my, we are excited, aren't we," and pinched each nipple hard between finger and thumb, causing Carole to gasp and hum with the sensation.

Dee-Dee looked briefly at me and smiled, then taking each nipple, pulled Carole's tits until they were taut cones standing well out from her chest.

"Yesss, Dee-Dee, ooh my god, I love that. Please play with my tits, it's so good. It's a wonderful way to get me worked up and eager."

Dee-Dee bent slightly, running a finger across her sister's pussy, causing another gasp. "So I see," she said. "Now lick my finger clean, you bad girl."

Carole complied enthusiastically.

"Now, Carole, my dear sweet sister, do the same for me. We're so much alike -- please strip me and play with my tits," and Dee-Dee moaned in pleasure as Carole took her at her word.

Then taking each other's hand, and looking into each other's eyes, rather like a pair of infatuated schoolgirls, they moved slowly and silently to the bed and climbed on.

They cuddled together, each rubbing her tits against the other. They held each other close, mashing and mauling their tits with obvious sounds of great satisfaction. Carole stroked her sister with long slow strokes along her back and down to her butt, patting it when she got there. Dee-Dee, in turn, nuzzled into Carole's neck, kissing her behind the ear and nibbling at her lobe.

They were both warming up, when Dee-Dee said, "Enough of this foreplay, let's get down to some serious fucking," and pushing Carole onto her back, ran her hand down to her sister's smooth, shaven pussy, now glistening with her juice. Dee-Dee slipped first one, then two fingers into her sister's pussy, causing her to whimper and moan. Then changing direction slightly, she curved one finger upwards, finding Carole's G-spot. Carole's moan turned to a soft scream of pleasure and she grabbed at Dee-Dee's head, holding it tight.

"I don't think you're going to last too long, Carole my love. Hasn't Jesse been doing his duty often enough?"

"It's not that," Mum came to my rescue, "it's just that this is so naughty but so nice."

"As naughty as fucking your own son?" Dee-Dee was deliberately provocative.

"No, perhaps not, but it's different naughty, and you know just how to wind me up. Now it's my turn to wind you up."

With that, Carole shimmied down the bed, and ran her tongue across the engorged lips of her sister's pussy. Dee-Dee squealed with passion, but the squeals turned to moans as Carole opened her mouth and covered the whole of Dee-Dee's pussy, sucking the lips into her mouth, working her tongue up and down the slit and rolling it around her clit.

"Ooh my god, yes, ooh, aargh, mmm, yes oh shitshitshit, that's so good. Carole, who taught you that trick; as if I didn't know," Dee-Dee looked at me through smoky eyes and I grinned back at her.

Then there was a change. Dee-Dee clearly wanted the adventure to last longer, so she rolled onto her side and pulled Carole upwards, kissing her deeply when she had manoeuvred her sister into position. "Now spread your legs as wide as you can, you slut," Dee-Dee challenged her, and when she did so, Dee-Dee knelt between her sister's legs, then pulled her pussy up until they were both pressed together. "Now wrap your legs round my arse,: Dee-Dee demanded, "and pull me in as close to you as you can." Dee-Dee then returned to pinching and pulling Carole's nipples and Carole reached up and returned the favour.

The mutual friction and stimulation of two wet pussies and two sets of engorged tits created a series of gasps, moans, coos, whimpers and squeals from both women. Carole shuddered as she lay on the bed and Dee-Dee tossed her head in a frenzy, making her hair fly in all directions. As a result, I generated an erection that I hardly knew what to do with and found myself pulling my cock out of my jeans and stroking myself for release.

"Dee-Dee, oh fuck, you're so good, I don't think I can hold off much longer, I'm going to cum in a minute," Carole gasped in a broken voice.

"Not yet, you hot bitch," Dee-Dee had taken charge. "Just one more change of pace, then I might let you cum."

Carole was more passive and whimpered, "Mmm, Dee-Dee, please don't make me wait too long. I desperately need an orgasm or I'll collapse into little pieces."

With that, Dee-Dee slid one leg under Caroline's and one leg over the other, bringing them into a scissors position. 

"Going to try a little tribbing, are we?" I enquired cheekily, but was just greeted by a smirk from Dee-Dee, saying, "Get back to your wanking little boy, and leave the serious sex to us."

The direct pressure on their respective clits created a rising turmoil of lust and anticipation and caused them both to cry out and gasp as their respective orgasms grew closer. Dee-Dee knew what she was doing and was aiming for each of them to climax at the same time. They both became consumed in the thrill of the approaching summit. They worked against each other in an almost frantic determination to explode in monumental orgasms. The accompanying sounds were highly erotic in their own right, gasps and moans of joy, with each calling her sister's name continuously.

"Oh Dee-Dee, you are fantastic, I'm cumming, sweetheart, I'm going to cum all over your hot pussy. God, this is so good, I can't hold off any longer, god, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yesyesyesyes ...." And her cries turned to a scream as her orgasm hit her like a freight train at full speed.

In turn, Dee-Dee cried out, "I'm cumming too, you beautiful slut, I'm going to cover your pussy with my juice. Let it all happen, Carole, do me, make me cum, oh yes, oh god, fuckfuckfuckfuck ....," as her orgasm blasted through her whole body.

I was enthralled by the whole performance and sat up and applauded as they both recovered from the joyful experience and sorted out the tangle of legs, coming together in a gentle, smiling embrace.

Carole looked deeply into Dee-Dee's eyes, and then said naughtily, "Dee-Dee, I know this goes against all your beliefs, but if I promise to give Jesse a blowjob he'll never forget, I might be able to persuade him to get over here and lick our pussies clean. What do you think?"

Dee-Dee laughed. "Wow, my own personal cunt cleaning service. Well, so long as he promises to only use his tongue, I guess that would be quite hot. Okay, slave, get over here and lick us clean."

"Yes, mistress," I replied with mock humility," and tucking my cock back in my jeans, I climbed onto the bed. Starting with Dee-Dee, I stroked my tongue along her slit and into her pussy, extracting the combined succulent juices of the two sisters. She murmured with pleasure, but when I went as far as to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue Dee-Dee gasped and shoved my head away. "That's quite enough you evil man," she laughed. "You can do that sort of thing to your mother as much as you like, but not to me."

"Thank you, mistress," I replied and went down on mum's sweet, smooth pussy, drinking up the juices from her and Dee-Dee's cunts. This was similarly greeted with little yelps of delight.

"There you are, mummyslut, clean as a whistle and ready for whatever use you want to put it to!"

Carole growled deep in her throat. "Now come here young man, you need to be properly rewarded for doing such a good job." As Dee-Dee watched on in amusement, Carole released the catch on my jeans and pulled out my by now rigid cock. She went straight down and licked and stroked my cock, applying plenty of saliva until I was completely slick. She took the head into her mouth and sucked hard, causing me to moan and sob with the intense pleasure to my sensitive cock. Realising that I was getting close, Carole sucked the whole of my cock into her mouth with her throat muscles massaging it towards a mind-blowing orgasm.

Dee-Dee was encouraging Carole in her usual earthy way. "Ooh nice piece of meat you've got there, sis, chew it hard so it doesn't choke you. Careful it might spit in your mouth and you'll have to swallow all his nasty gunk. I reckon you've got him just where you want him; now you could bite it off." And so on.

Carole alternated the deep throating with allowing me to almost pull out, licking along the lower side of my cock and across the hole at the top and enjoying the pre-cum that was relentlessly oozing from my increasingly uncontrollable cock. The she again sucked hard on the head, running her tongue along the soft sensitive skin beneath the head.

"Oh fuck, Carole, I can't hold out much longer, make me cum, please my gorgeous mother. Make me shoot my cum down your throat. Make me give it all to you. God, this is so good, more, more, more, don't ever stop, take me over the top. Oh my god, Carole my lovely slut, here it comes." With that, my balls drew up and all the muscles at the base of my cock tingled as if they'd been hit with an electric shock. One final stroke of her tongue against my soft sensitive prepuce and my cum blasted up through my cock, flooding into Carole's mouth in three or four heavy pulses. Carole swallowed everything I had to offer her, then moved up along my body and kissed me deeply and passionately, sharing the taste of my spend with me.

Dee-Dee giggled. "Don't expect me to share the nasty stuff with you, Carole," but I just stuck out my tongue and blew her a raspberry.

A short while later, as we went to bed for the night, Carole cuddled up to me and whispered, "I hope you're not too jealous, honey?"

"No, my sweet Carole, only just a tiny bit, but I know how much you enjoyed each other, and how much you love your sister. So it's not a big deal."

"Jesse, I'll tell you a secret, but don't you ever tell Dee-Dee. I really did enjoy our adventure, and I guess it's possible I might do it again if she gets really lonesome. But you're my Jesse, my lover and I adore you. I wouldn't ever even think of thinking about swapping you for Dee-Dee. Sorry, honey, but you're stuck with me for the duration."

"Carole, my lovely mother, you are all I want. I trust you totally, and if you feel a need to be with Dee-Dee, that's okay with me; she's part of the family, and I love her for who she is. To coin a phrase, Carole, my lover, I adore you, and you, too, are stuck with me for the duration."

With that, we kissed long and lovingly, and went to sleep.

Funny how phone calls tended to change the direction of our lives. The next day, I had an unexpected call from my cousin Charlie. She sounded very stressed and as if she was fighting off tears. "Jesse, I'm so sorry to be a nuisance and force myself into your life, but I desperately need help and advice. Would it be possible for me to come over and talk to you? Please, Jesse, I'm at my wits end." I agreed, although not without some reluctance, and Charlie told me she would arrive in about an hour, thanking me profusely.

"Who was that, honey?" mum queried.

"My cousin Charlie, mum -- seems like she's in some sort of trouble and wants me to help her sort it out. The perils of becoming a psychologist," I commented and sighed.

Mum smiled. "Make her welcome, Jesse -- I'd like to see her again; it's been a long time."

Charlie arrived a little later looking drawn and haggard. I introduced her to mum and invited her to tell me her story. She was a bit hesitant at first, but she soon broke through the barrier. "Jesse, I guess I am sort of seeking sanctuary."

"I see," I replied, "Sanctuary from who or what?"

"Oh god, this will sound crazy or stupid or just plain unbalanced. I've moved out from the family home after I came out and acknowledged that I'm gay. Their response was horrible. My parents wanted to put me into some sort of treatment program to 'cure the illness' as mother put it. Then, to complicate matters, I lost my job at the radio station because one of the women there accused me of sexual harassment. So it looked as if I'd be wholly reliant on the family. Then they started the treatment bullshit and the last straw was that they tried to force feed me with religious arguments against homosexuality. So I either had to flee or I would've gone quite crazy and they'd have had me locked up."

Mum was immediately sympathetic. "You poor thing. You must stay here for as long as you need to, and we'll do whatever we can to help you."

"How much of that did you catch, Dee-Dee?" mum enquired as Dee-Dee came into the lounge.

Neither mum nor I really believed in love at first sight, but our beliefs were now shaken to the core. Charlie acknowledged the introduction to Dee-Dee and vice versa, but they couldn't keep their eyes off each other.

"I didn't get the whole story," Dee-Dee commented, "but I understand that Charlie has some family troubles."

"Mmm, you could put it that way," Charlie sighed. "My family effectively threw me out when I recently came out as a lesbian.

Dee-Dee gasped, and Charlie looked a little concerned. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dee-Dee I hope I didn't offend you?"

"No, no my dear, it's almost exactly the opposite. You see, I'm gay as well. It destroyed my marriage when my husband found out, and then I found sanctuary with Carole and Jesse. So I guess we're in the same boat."

Charlie looked at Dee-Dee open mouthed with a whole slew of emotions racing across her face. She was clearly as entranced by the older woman as Dee-Dee was with her.

I cleared my throat. "Would anyone care for a coffee?" I asked

Dee-Dee jumped up, "Let me get it." I waved her back down.

"No, Dee-Dee, you stay here and talk to Charlie; Mum and I will get the coffee. We may be a little while, but I'm sure you'll find some things to talk about."

Mum and I headed for the kitchen and looked at each other with broad smiles on our faces. "Well, what do you know?" I grinned. "I think there might be another love affair developing right in front of our eyes."

Mum agreed emphatically, and we sat and talked for a short time, putting off the coffee and allowing Dee-Dee and Charlie the space to get to know each other. They were sitting side by side on the couch when we returned, half facing each other, and clearly engaged in a far reaching conversation. They jumped apart when we returned, Charlie blushing and Dee Dee doing her best to appear nonchalant. Mum merely smiled, but I decided to open my mouth and jam my foot in it. "Look, guys, if you have anything to say, you can say it in front of Mum and me; we're pretty well shock-proof. If it's anything sensitive and personal, just say so, and we'll make ourselves scarce."

Dee-Dee acted as spokesperson. "Carole, Jesse, well ... even in this short time, we've found we have so much in common and, well ... I'd be so grateful if Charlie could stay for a while. I could take her under my wing, and she would be happy to help around the house, and well ...oh god, I don't know how to say this ..."

In spite of her blushes, Charlie looked at Carole and me straight in the eyes. "I think what Dee-Dee is trying to say is that we've connected on a deep level, and we'd like to explore a meaningful relationship and ..."

Charlie too became lost for words, so I went for the foot in mouth again. "I see, so what you seem to be saying, both of you, is that in spite of only having known each other for a bit over an hour, you're both falling in love and you don't know how Carole and I will take it?"

They both nodded uncertainly. "Well, I think it's wonderful and beautiful, and you both have our blessings." I responded, "And I know Carole feels the same way."

"What he said," mum agreed briefly.

Dee-Dee and Charlie looked up, happiness chasing uncertainty from their faces. "Group hug." Dee-Dee demanded and we all embraced in the middle of the lounge room, laughing as we did so.

So we had another member of our little family. Charlie settled in quickly -- at her and Dee Dee's insistence, they shared a room, and Carole and I were not infrequently amused by the sounds of passionate encounters coming from that room. We explained the somewhat unorthodox relationship between Carole and myself, mother and son, but Charlie was quite unfazed by the whole situation. "Do you love each other?" she asked. "Desperately," I confirmed. "Totally," Mum agreed. "Then I don't see what the problem is. I know you can't have babies, Carole, and I don't care about outdated notions of who should bed whom. Love isn't everything, love is the only thing," a sentiment with which Mum and I thoroughly agreed.

Charlie was very happy to take on some of the housework on the same arrangement as Dee Dee, plus she made a little headway outside, planting and maintaining a vegetable garden. This arrangement worked very well for a couple of months. Charlie eventually made some sort of peace with her family, but was clear that she wanted to stay with her lover, and I understood that her family were, in fact, somewhat relieved that something they saw as an embarrassment had been removed.

During this time, I became aware that mum was having some problems with her business. Not major, and certainly not in the technical area, but she was less comfortable with the marketing and promotion side. When I tried to talk to her about it, mum brushed my concerns aside with a smile and a kiss, but I wasn't really reassured.

This concern faded into the background when Dee-Dee dropped a bombshell, to mum in the first instance. Mum caught up with me one evening with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Jesse, Dee-Dee has told me that she wants a baby."

"Great stuff, Mum, although she may not greatly care for the artificial insemination process."

"Oh no, Jesse, you don't know the half of it. Dee-Dee wants it to be by the natural method and she wants you to be the father. Not to put too fine a point on it, she wants you to fuck her; strictly for the purposes of reproduction, you understand. She's asked me to find out how you feel about it."

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My Mother, My Lover Ch. 06



This is the final chapter in the saga of Carole and Jesse, Dee-Dee and Charlie. It contains descriptions of mother/son incest, bondage and lesbian sex; if these things are not to your taste, please read no further. But it does have a happy ending!

Grateful thanks to Hatsuda for his editing expertise and positive feedback throughout all six chapters of this story. 

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"Dee-Dee wants a baby and I'm to be the father; and more importantly, she wants to conceive by the natural method? How do I feel about it? Oh my god, I'm completely bowled over. This is just a bit much to absorb in a short time. I think you and I need to talk to Dee-Dee about this, and possibly involve Charlie as well. Anyway, how do you feel about the idea?"

"I guess it is a bit of a surprise, but I'm okay with it, honey. You get to be a father, I get to be a grandmother," "and an auntie at the same time," I added. "Yes, a bit complicated, that," mum continued, "I love Dee-Dee very much, and if we can help her achieve her dream, I'm all for it." With that, we went in search of Dee-Dee.

Dee-Dee laughed gently when I broached the subject with her. "Jesse, honey, I very much want to start a family, but, of course, Charlie and I can't do it without some help. I think you would be an ideal dad for our child, but I would really prefer to avoid some gynaecologist messing around with my plumbing, even if it is a female. So if you feel up to it, maybe we can arrange a discreet contact without too many erotic overtones."

"I see, Dee-Dee," I teased her, "so you just want to use my body for your selfish purposes?"

"Mmm, okay, if you want to put it like that, I can't disagree, but you would be doing Charlie and me a really big favour. Plus, you get to be a daddy and Carole gets to be both an auntie and a grandmother at the same time."

Charlie had now come into the room. She looked quite serious, and I asked her how she felt about this project. "Okay, I guess, although I'd really rather it was done by donor insemination, even if you are the donor. Dee-Dee has explained all her reasons, and I've told her about my hesitations, although ..." and here she looked at Carole and a smile crossed her face. "Tell you what," she continued, "I'll make absolutely no objections if Carole is prepared to sleep with me—just once." 

Mum looked stunned. "Charlie, I don't know—in spite of my little adventure with Dee-Dee, I don't think I'm really bisexual. Still, maybe ... if it will help Dee-Dee, I might be prepared to give it a try."

"Is that a 'yes' then, Carole?" Charlie demanded.

"I guess so, okay." Mum turned to me with an enquiry in her eyes, and I nodded.

"Mum, this is your decision, and I'll support whatever way you want to go. I trust Charlie, and I don't think she'll steal you away from me, so if it feels good, go for it." 

"Well, it won't be for a few days yet, for reasons to do with my cycle," Dee-Dee sounded rather clinical, "I'll tell you when I'm ripe and ready, Jesse, then you can perform."

I sighed. "You make me sound like a circus animal, performing on cue." Dee-Dee just giggled.

"Just so long as you do," Dee-Dee continued to tease me and I laughed, as did Carole and Charlie. 

Our first encounter came about a week later, but Carole and Charlie were forced to delay theirs for similar cyclical reasons. Dee-Dee caught me in the lounge late one afternoon with a wide grin on her face. "Your place or mine, big boy?" she whispered.

"Better be yours, I think, gorgeous, if you can square it with Charlie."

"Okay, lover, 8.30 sharp—and don't be late," Dee-Dee was determined to be in charge, although I suspected that it had to do with her own nervousness.

I showered and dressed in a bathrobe, feeling as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs as I tapped on her door at 8.30.

"Come in, Jesse," Dee-Dee said, and I saw that she was lying on the bed, covered in a sheet. "So how do you want me?"

"Hmm, don't tempt me, Dee-Dee -- you do know, don't you, that a woman has a better chance of conceiving if she achieves orgasm as the man cums?"

"I'd heard something like that, but what are you proposing," she commented suspiciously.

"What I am proposing, my dear aunt, is that you use this combined vibrator/clit stimulator for a while to get you warmed up."

"Ooh yes, although I suppose you will want to sit and watch me get all hot and bothered, you nasty voyeur."

"Why, of course, aunty," I chuckled, "that's one of the side benefits."

Dee-Dee sighed dramatically, then put the vibrator into her mouth for lubrication and pushed the sheet back enough to insert it into her pussy.

She turned it on and almost immediately started to gasp and whimper as the sensations built rapidly and with force.

"Aargh, oh god, oh yes, mmm, it feels so good, yes. Now, Jesse, now, please, I'm almost there."

"Okay, Dee-Dee, on your hands and knees. Doggy style I think for maximum penetration -- plus it has the added benefit that you won't need to look at me enjoying myself."

Dee-Dee laughed and rapidly changed onto all fours and as I took up my position she removed the dildo. I knew that Dee-Dee would resent and resist any overt attempt on my behalf to get her excited, but as I slid my cock into her well-lubricated cunt, I reached round and stroked her clit. She reacted as I had expected, but I murmured, "Strictly to keep you on the boil, Dee-Dee," and she relaxed.

At this point, nature and our bodies took over. I started with long deep strokes to allow her vagina to adapt to this uncommon intrusion and her cunt muscles massaged my cock as it plunged in and out. Her breathing became shallower, faster and more ragged, with gasps and moans as her orgasm came closer. I switched to hard fast thrusts, going progressively deeper until we were fucking like animals in heat. Which, on reflection, was exactly the point of this exercise.

Dee-Dee moaned and sobbed as her climax rapidly approached, and I was able, with some effort, to time mine to coincide with hers. I felt all the signs of approaching orgasm as my balls drew up and the electric shocks started in my lower abdomen and the base of my cock. As Dee-Dee screamed her release, I came hard, depositing a goodly load of baby batter right at her cervix, shouting in triumph as I did so.

As I shrank and slipped from her saturated pussy, Dee-Dee dropped to the bed and turned to me. "Thank you, Jesse, that wasn't as traumatic as I'd feared."

I wrapped my arms round her and gave her a big hug. "Dee-Dee, if you were attracted to men, you'd have to beat me off with a stick. You're a lovely woman, and I know you will be a fine mother—to our child." We both laughed and I gathered up my robe and left.

Three days later, we repeated the encounter ("Just to be sure", Dee-Dee claimed) and Carole and Charlie had their own little adventure in my and mum's room. They started early, but after Dee-Dee and I had finished Charlie was nowhere to be found and mum was sound asleep. There was a strong smell of alcohol that I thought was a little unusual, but I was exhausted, and fell into bed and was soon in a heavy dreamless sleep. 

I was up early the following morning; I had an early tutorial at 8.30 at the university and left the house by 7.45 with everyone else still asleep. After the two hour tutorial, I was both hungry and in need of coffee, so I headed for my favourite coffee shop in the local mall and sat reading the paper.

I was suddenly interrupted by a shout of "Jesse, Jesse, over here", and turned to see my cousin Rebecca in all her finery. "Jesse, what are you doing here?" she shouted and threw her arms around me in a huge hug. "Jesse, congratulate me. Mike has asked me to marry him, and I naturally said 'yes'". She reinforced her ebullient happiness with several sloppy but poorly placed kisses around my mouth. "You guys must come to the wedding; we'll make sure you get invites," with which she kissed me once again and bounced off.

I relaxed and smiled to myself -- a little Rebecca goes a long way. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was already 12.30, time to think about getting home.

As I walked through the front door, my immediate impression was that I had died and gone to hell. Immediately in front of me stood my mother, looking like I'd never seen her before. Her face was a dusky, blotchy colour, suffused with rage.

"You rotten cheating bastard. How could you betray me like that?"

I was totally amazed. "Mum, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't swear in front of your mother, young man," she shrieked, and barely pausing to draw breath, "I saw you in the arms of that painted hussy plastering her slutty mouth all over you!"

"Mum, you don't understand, that ..."

That was to no avail, and seemed to make a bad situation worse.

"Oh, so now I don't understand what my eyes clearly showed me?" she shouted, dripping with sarcasm.

"Mum, please listen to me. I ..."

It was no good. "I'm not going to listen to your pathetic excuses. I trusted you with my life as well as my body and you've betrayed me," and taking two steps forward, she wiped her finger hard across my mouth. "See, there's the evidence, and you can't deny it,' she shouted, showing me the remnants of Rebecca's enthusiastic embrace. With that, she slapped me hard first across my right cheek, then my left.

"My god, Mum, ..."

"Don't blaspheme either. Now get out of my sight. Better still, get out of my house. I never want to see you again." I looked hard at her but all I could see was a raging storm of emotions flooding across her face. "Fuck off," she screamed. I ignored the irony and left the room.

"Oh god, something's gone badly wrong, and I don't think it is just lipstick on my face," I thought to myself as I quickly packed a bag. "All her logic circuits have burned out and now she's running on unrestrained emotion. Emotions that have somehow been badly contaminated."

There was a light knock on my door and Charlie came in looking distraught. "Jesse, what on earth's got into your mother? She abused me this morning and will barely talk to Dee-Dee. She seems to think you're having an affair with some red-headed tart."

"No, Charlie, it's not that at all. I had just finished breakfast and was about to head home when I was ambushed by Rebecca. All that happened was a purely coincidental meeting in the coffee shop. Rebecca was her usual excitable self, telling me about her engagement and punctuating the announcement with a few kisses that meant nothing at all."

"Oh god, Jesse, I can quite imagine that. Rebecca phoned me yesterday and I could barely get a word in edgeways, she was so excited. Wouldn't Carole listen to your explanation?"

"No, Charlie, she didn't want to listen to anything I had to say, and caught me two generous slaps round the face. I am now persona non grata and am required to leave the house. In fact, I think that may be a good thing, because it will remove her main source of irritation."

Charlie looked troubled. "Jesse, I'm really sorry, but I think I may be part of the problem. Our little tryst didn't go well last night, and Carole seemed a bit disturbed, but I didn't think it was this significant."

"Hmm, Charlie," I pondered. "I think there may be some other underlying issues at play too. Look, will you and Dee-Dee do me a big favour and keep an eye on Mum for me, and if you're able to get the truth through to her, that'll be a big bonus. One thing I don't understand, though, is how she came to be at the mall in the first place."

Charlie smiled, a wintry smile that barely touched the corners of her mouth. "Well, Jesse, apparently you had turned your mobile off, and she wanted to speak to you urgently about something, although I've no idea what. So she decided to go to the mall, reasoning that you'd go there after your tut."

"Oh god, what a mess," I sighed. "Charlie, I'll keep the mobile turned on from now on, and if you have any news, any news at all, please let me know."

Charlie hugged me and whispered, "take care," before I hurried to the front door and disappeared in my car. I drove to the university and spent the afternoon pretending to study, although nothing took root. Then I spent the evening watching an entirely forgettable movie, after which I had a pseudo-meal in a fast food joint, then found a room in a cheap motel.

I hardly got a wink of sleep, tossing and turning in a strange bed and worrying about mum. Next morning I went for a walk to clear my head, and then back to my "bolt hole" at the coffee shop. Gary, the owner of the shop looked closely at me and asked, "What's up, mate, woman problems?"

"Mmm," I replied, non-commitally.

"Don't worry, mate. Never run after a woman or a bus—there's always another one coming along." He laughed and disappeared.

"Maybe, you cynical old bastard, but not like this one," I thought to myself.

I sat drinking coffee, half reading the paper and making myself feel miserable, when my mobile rang. It was Charlie. "Jesse, thank god I've caught you. I really need to talk to you—where are you?"

"At the coffee shop," I replied.

"Hmm, too public, really—Jesse, do you know that piece of so-called parkland with the creek running through it, about a kilometre west of the house?"

"Yeah, Charlie, how about I meet you there in about half an hour?"

"Good, see you then," and she rang off.

Charlie was waiting for me when I arrived, looking very worried. "Jesse, would you be prepared to come home, even if just for a couple of hours. Carole's in a dreadful state; Dee Dee and I almost literally pinned her down late last night, and force-fed her the truth. Rebecca has a comprehensive Facebook page and we showed her all the details. At first she didn't want to believe what she saw, but eventually the truth broke through her barriers, and she just seemed to collapse on herself. She burst into tears and started calling your name, then dashed to your bedroom. I don't think she got any sleep—nor did Dee-Dee or I—as we heard her prowling around the house, crying and sobbing out to you. I know she threw you out and you have every right to feel mad with her, but she really needs you, and ..."

I jumped in. "Charlie, no matter what mum did, I still love her like crazy and I want to help her exorcise whatever demons have possessed her. Of course I'll come home."

"Thank you, Jesse; I hope you don't regret it."

"Charlie, I'd regret it a whole lot more if I didn't. Just one thing, would you help me with a little play-acting. I'll follow you home and when you see where mum is, go to the door of that room. Let her see you, then ask her, 'Carole, what do you want most in the world right now?' She will almost certainly say, 'Jesse', then ask her, 'If Jesse was here right now, what would you say to him?' then slip aside and let me in. Okay?"

Charlie agreed and we set out for home. I followed Charlie in and she stood at the lounge room door. "Hi Carole," she said, getting no response. "Carole, what do you want most in the world right now?"

"Oh god, I so want Jesse back with me. That's all I really want, but I'm sure he won't come back to me," and she burst into tears again.

"Okay, Carole, what would you say to Jesse if he was here with you right now?"

"Like that's going to happen after what I said and did to him. If by some miracle it did, I'd tell him how sorry I am for my dreadful behaviour, I'd tell him how much I love him and I'd do anything, literally anything to prove it."

Charlie slipped away and I moved quietly into the room. Getting no response, Carole looked up and saw me watching her. She screamed then shouted my name over and over, stumbled across the floor and threw herself into my arms with tears pouring down her ravaged face.

"Oh Jesse, oh god, Jesse, Jesse, I am SO sorry for what I did to you and what I said to you. I know I don't deserve it but could you possibly find a place in you where you could start to forgive me?"

I held her trembling body close to me, stroked her hair and down her arm as she wept and continued to beg for forgiveness.

"Darling Carole, darling Mum, I love you so much. I think you've been through some really tough times recently, and I want to help you find your way out of them. As for forgiveness, well ...", and, turning her head, my lips found hers in a long, slow kiss. At first she tried to devour me, her mouth open, her tongue searching. She realised quickly that this wasn't a preliminary to a steamy sexual escapade but a demonstration of mutual love, understanding and acceptance.

Carole eventually broke from me and looked deep into my eyes as if searching for something. "Jesse, my love, how can you let me off that easily? It's so difficult to explain what got into me, and I am so ashamed, but it doesn't seem to worry you?"

"Sweet Carole, what happened, happened and I can live with that, though I would like to know what drove you to this explosion."

Carole was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Well, the problems with the business have been getting me down, and that's been complicated by my worries over what you will do with your grandmother's bequest. I know you've told me it will make no difference, but I hadn't been able to shake the uncertainty about your future directions. Then my evening with Charlie was a complete disaster. I got panicky when she started to kiss and caress me, then she licked me from my feet and all up my legs, and I suddenly panicked and ran from the room. I felt so foolish that I drank more brandy than was good for me and fell into a dead sleep. Next morning I woke feeling dreadful and needed to talk to you, but you'd already gone and I couldn't raise you on your mobile, which just added to my frustrations. I figured you'd stop off at the coffee shop, so I drove over to the mall. Then when I saw the woman I now know to be Rebecca kissing you everything got too much for me and I lost it. I can't even remember driving back home, but by the time I got here, my anger had transformed itself into a towering and wholly irrational rage. Then you arrived home ..."

"Thank you, Carole darling; I think I understand. Now, look deeply into my eyes and tell me, without thinking about it, do you love me?"

"Oh god, Jesse, yes, yes I do, without hesitation, and really, I've never ever stopped loving you. Don't ever leave me."

"Well gorgeous, I feel exactly the same way. Next time you'll have to throw me out bodily."

Carole leaned backwards and looked at me, managing her first smile and punched me gently on the arm. "There isn't going to be a next time, you big ape!"

"Good, now ...," but before I could continue, Carole jumped in.

"Honey, first of all, I was really mean to Dee-Dee and particularly to Charlie, and I need to apologise to them too."

Dee-Dee and Charlie were drinking coffee and gossiping in the kitchen when I stuck my head round the door. "Ladies, there's someone here wants to talk to you."

They both jumped to their feet, and without a word rushed over to Carole and embraced her in a gigantic hug. "Oh, I am so sorry ...," was all Carole managed to get out before the others, almost together, told her that they were just happy she was back to her old self and that they both loved and cared about her. I felt a bit superfluous and wandered back to the lounge where Carole joined me a little later, looking more animated and cheerful. 

It was now late afternoon, and I looked at Carole who was clearly tired in spite of now being in better spirits. "I know it's early, Mum, but I have the usual prescription for you, a nice warm shower, and then get some sleep."

"Okay, honey, that sounds like a good idea," and in a short time, she was sound asleep.

I knew she hadn't eaten for too long, so a few hours later I persuaded Dee-Dee to make us both a light supper, not that she needed much persuasion, and mum and I ate in bed, feeding each other titbits and making crumbs in the bed.




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 06



I went to bed later, but it was a bad night. Carole was restless, and this worsened as the night wore on, culminating in a dreadful nightmare. She thrashed around in the bed, crying and moaning, and I couldn't comfort her. Eventually she screamed at the top of her voice, jerked upright, drenched in perspiration, eyes open and staring, gibbering about her father. I held her and attempted to calm her, and eventually the storm passed and she dropped into a heavy sleep.

I was up early next morning and joined Dee-Dee and Charlie in the kitchen. "Is Carole alright? I heard her screaming last night," Charlie asked and I thought for a minute.

"I'm not sure, Charlie; Dee-Dee, what can you tell me about your father, please?"

"Hmm," Dee-Dee looked troubled. "Oh well, it's too late to worry about hiding the truth now. The fact is that he was a brute and a bully, and I think he sent our mother to an early grave; not only that, he never understood the needs of children. Harsh is an understatement—Donny was the only one who was ever able to stand up to him, and being the youngest, I was relatively unaffected. But Carole came in for all the punishment and she was often thrashed savagely with his belt for silly little mishaps. He never attempted anything sexual but he seemed to live by a rule that said that mistakes will not be tolerated and you must get punished hard to make you realise the error of your ways. Not that it ever worked, and I think that may have been the reason she jumped at the chance to get pregnant by Denzel. It was more to get away from our father than any genuine love for her husband."

"I see," I speculated. "It seems as if that message has been buried inside her and this partial meltdown has triggered a whole bunch of negative stuff associated with her father. Now it will depend on what way Carole goes, but I for one will do everything in my power to help her through this." 

Dee-Dee and Charlie were enthusiastically supportive in their responses, but we had to wait for Carole to see how she was faring this morning. We didn't have to wait long before she appeared. Carole entered the room with her hair in a ponytail, wearing only jeans and a tee shirt and, I suspected, no underwear as her erect nipples were showing clearly through the tee. Her face was pale and set, and she walked over to me and immediately dropped to the ground and kissed my feet.

"Master," she intoned in a tight voice suggesting she was only just keeping herself under control. "Please, master, I need you to punish me. I have done a very bad thing and I need to be disciplined."

I was a little surprised that she should be so public; Dee-Dee and Charlie were clearly astonished.

"Carole, are you sure you know what you're asking? We have forgiven you for what happened, why do you want to take this further?" I asked gently, knowing what her answer would be.

"Oh master, I know you have all forgiven me and I am eternally grateful, even though I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I can't forgive myself without being punished for my sins."

I wasn't surprised at this. "Very well, go straight to the bedroom, remove all your clothing, sit in the upright wooden chair and wait for me there while I decide on your punishment."

"Yes master," she said and getting to her feet, left the room.

Charlie and Dee-Dee looked worried. "Jesse, what are you going to do?" Charlie queried.

"Just exactly what she asked. I'm going to punish her."

"Yes, but how?" Charlie persisted.

"Well, it must be sufficiently rigorous that Carole understands that it is a punishment but not so hard that she will be seriously harmed."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Jesse," Dee-Dee added, as I left the room feeling none too certain myself.

In the bedroom, Carole was sitting demurely on the chair, knees together and arms crossed across her chest. "Master, how am I to be punished? I so much need to eradicate the demon that has taken residence in my soul."

I looked sharply at Carole to make sure she wasn't playing some sort of game, but there was no suggestion of any deception in her face. "First, Carole, I want you to tell me your safe word, and I want you to promise that you will use it if the punishment becomes too much for you to take."

"Oh master, the word is 'turnip' but I shall not use it. This is so important to me and I trust you with every fibre of my being. Please discipline me," she finished with a gasp.

"Very well, slut. I am going to shackle your wrists and ankles, although first, put this towel on the seat just in case you find your punishment, well, shall we say, too stimulating." So saying I went to my toy cupboard and fetched a pair of fur-lined cuffs which I fastened to her ankles, then to the chair legs. In doing so, I exposed her beautiful, freshly shaven pussy, looking pink, delicious and decidedly edible. I had to almost physically restrain myself—to become engaged with her pussy at this time would have quite destroyed the effect I was aiming at.

For her wrists, I produced a lightweight spreader bar with cuffs already attached. This sat behind her neck and I locked her wrists to it, which had the effect of pushing her chest forward and highlighting her equally delectable breasts. During the whole process of shackling my little pet, she had gasped and whimpered in anticipation, partly from excitement but at least equally from apprehension.

"Now, slut, you are locked into position and cannot move from the chair."

"No, master, but what will you do with me?"

"Well slut, next I intend to bind your tits to engorge them and make them much more sensitive."

Carole gasped and moaned, "Oh god, master, I've never ... oh god."

I picked up a long piece of soft cotton rope and looped an end around her chest and tied it off at the back. Then I passed the rope around her body again, then twice around her right breast. The rope then looped around her shoulders under the spreader bar and twice around her left breast, finishing with two passes around the whole of her breast, again looping up around her shoulders. I had to be particularly careful that the rope was not so tight that it would completely cut off circulation, but tight enough to increase the sensitivity of her tits and nipples substantially.

During these preparations, Carole became increasingly wound-up, gasping, whimpering and jerking against her bonds. When I was finished, I bent and ran my tongue across her swollen nipples and she squealed; much more so when I bit gently into them. "Oh master, oh master, oh my god, what are you doing to me, I never realised ... oh master, what will happen to me?"

I moved away from Carole briefly, going again to my toy cupboard, then back to my bound beauty.

"Well, well, slut, look what I've found."

Oh god, oh god, oh god—the ... the flogger," Carole's voice cracked and she croaked out her fears and forebodings.

"That's right, slut, now, beg me to flog your superb super-sensitive tits."

"Oh master, I don't know, I'm not sure I can take this, oh master, please, please tell me what to do."

"I've already told you slut, now BEG ME for your punishment," I shouted at her.

This was the moment of reckoning. If I was right, Carole would obey me and her demon would be banished. But if she opted out via the safe word, she might never come to terms with her past. I think she realised that, and looked at me with total trust almost amounting to reverence.

"Please master, I beg you, please use the flogger on my breasts. Please hurt me and purify my soul. Please!"

I first drew the tails of the flogger slowly and lightly across her tits, making her gasp at the unexpected sensation, then with a light flick of my wrist, struck her puffy nipples. The effect was dramatic and immediate. Carole screamed and twitched as the soft suede strips struck her breasts. She writhed against the restraints and her head shook making her pony tail fly in all directions. Her screams were punctuated by loud, deep moans as the flogging continued. 

I could soon see that something interesting was happening, and I stopped the flogging briefly and wiped my finger across her pussy. It was soaking wet and flowing with her juices; this treatment was creating a rising climax for Carole, and I put my finger into her mouth. She licked and sucked it voraciously.

"So, the naughty little slut is getting off on her punishment, is she?" I asked.

"Oh master, I am really sorry but I can't control myself. I'm so surprised, but this is getting me worked up and the glorious hot sensation in my tits is transmitting itself straight to my cunt. Oh please don't stop, give me more, master."

I resumed the flogging but realised that it would be dangerous to continue indefinitely. Besides, the little rolling orgasms that clearly showed through her moans and gasps needed to be transmuted into one glorious, earth-shattering climax.

Carole moaned her disappointment when I stopped the flogging, but then screamed at the top of her voice when I introduced the vibrator/clit stimulator into her pussy. She jumped and bucked her butt into the air in an effort to maximise the pleasure, which was steadily building. Then for the coup de grace, I removed the vibrator, causing another moan of disappointment, but the scream returned when I got down on my knees and licked along her oozing pussy from her puckered arsehole to her throbbing clit.

I inserted first one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt while I rolled her clit with my lips, then bit gently into it. I knew then that the end was not far off. Carole's screams turned into an almost continuous ululation, punctuated by a torrent of meaningless words until she shouted as loudly as she could, "I'm cumming, oh my god, I'm cumming." Her scream was so loud, it hurt my ears, then she shook violently and went completely rigid as her orgasm thundered through her whole body, radiating from her cunt in a fierce flame of release.

As her scream quieted, Carole slumped forward, unconscious in the chair. I quickly released all the shackles and cut away the rope with blunt ended scissors. I picked up her limp body and placed it gently on the bed, then massaged her tits, using a soothing lotion to help restore circulation.

Carole regained consciousness and looked up at me with an expression of love, gratitude and acceptance, but as I moved to take the scrunchie from her pony tail, she said, "Please, master, not yet; I haven't finished yet. I still have to humiliate myself in front of Dee-Dee and Charlie."

"Oh Carole, my love, are you sure? They've completely forgiven you; you don't need to put yourself through that as well."

"Master, I don't think you understand. I know they have forgiven me, and I am so thankful, but the problem is, I haven't forgiven myself. For that, I must humble myself in their presence to show them and myself that I am truly ashamed of what I did."

"Are you sure that this is what you need?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes, master, I've never been so certain of anything; this is all I need to complete my cleansing, although I'm not sure exactly what I need to do."

"I see -- well, I need to speak to Dee-Dee and Charlie about this and brief them about what to expect. In my absence, go to the toy cupboard, put on your knee pads, get out the collar and chain and find the vibrating butt plug with the tail attached."

"Oh god, yes, master, that will be perfect. Oh please master, I beg you, let me do it that way."

"Mmm, yes, bitch, some begging will certainly be required," and with that I left the room to find the others. I explained to Dee-Dee and Charlie what was about to happen in general terms.

"Look, guys, you may find this quite bizarre and very uncomfortable—not in a physical sense but in the sense of being able to accept that this is what Carole needs to do. Please let this play out as she needs it to happen and don't try to prevent it. That might spoil the whole outcome."

"Okay, Jesse—you seem to know what you're doing." Charlie seemed rather uncertain, and Dee-Dee just sat with a worried expression on her face.

I returned to the bedroom where Carole had already put on the kneepads, fastened the collar round her neck and attached the chain. "Master, I'm sorry, but I couldn't fit the butt plug."

"Never mind, bitch, it will be my pleasure to slide it into your beautiful arse." And so saying, I lubricated the plug generously and stroked her smooth, velvety cheeks. Then, pushing them apart, I rotated the plug slowly and made it disappear into Carole's arsehole.

When I turned on the vibrator, she screamed quietly and sobbed with excitement at the sensation. "Oh master, thank you that feels so good. Now I must humble myself before Dee-Dee and Charlie."

"Yes. I shall refer to you as 'bitch'. You may not speak, except to say to Charlie, 'Mistress, please forgive this miserable bitch. I am totally ashamed and I beg your forgiveness for what I did to you.' When you do so, you are to sit back with your butt resting on your legs and hold your arms out parallel to the ground as if you are a dog, begging. When you have done that to Charlie, you must then move in front of Dee-Dee and do the same for her. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes, master, I understand and I want to thank you for being so generous and allowing me to do this."

"Hmm, very well, bitch, now come this way," and I led Carole on her hands and knees into the lounge.

Both Dee-Dee and Charlie gasped in horror and/or dismay as we entered, but Carole moved straight to Charlie, sat up and repeated her plea exactly as I had told her. Charlie's face was tight and only just under control, but she said to Carole, "Of course I forgive you, you lovely puppy," and so saying, she stroked Carole's hair and ran her fingers gently behind her ears.

Carole's next action astonished me as well as Charlie, for she took Charlie's hands into hers and licked them, one by one, looking deep into Charlie's eyes with an expression of humility and gratitude. Charlie turned away to hide her tears.

Carole then moved to Dee-Dee and repeated the formula. Dee-Dee burst into tears and could barely gasp out her forgiveness, but Carole's response was even more surprising. She bent to the floor and licked Dee-Dee's bare feet, then looked lovingly into her eyes and kissed the tears as they flowed down Dee-Dee's face.

Carole then turned and looked at me, and we left the lounge, returning to the bedroom. Rather unexpectedly, Carole herself took the scrunchie off her hair and removed the collar and chain and the butt plug.

"I know a good little bitch is never supposed to do that, but ... Jesse, I'm FREE—the demon has gone and I'm whole again."

Here I jumped in both physically and verbally. I held her in my arms and said, "Carole, my beautiful Carole, my lovely mother, lover, mistress and everything else. I love you so much and I'm so grateful that you've come through this ordeal."

She looked at me with a warm and enticing smile on her face. "Just you wait, big boy; I'm going to make it the biggest project of my life to show you just how grateful I am."

"Mmm, I can hardly wait -- but first we'd better have a chat with the others—I think they may be a bit confused."

"Okay, honey," she said, "you start the conversation and I'll be out shortly when I've fixed my face—you know how it is with us girls!"

I wandered into the lounge and was promptly set upon by Charlie and Dee-Dee. "Jesse, how could you." Dee-Dee was first into the attack. "Poor Carole, making her perform like that. I felt so sorry for her." Charlie wasn't far behind. "Jesse, that was unforgiveable. I don't know how you were able to force Carole to do those things but you ought to be ashamed of yourself."

This diatribe went of for some time, getting progressively more heated, when they were stopped by a voice from the doorway. Carole had "fixed her face" and was dressed in skin tight jeans and an undersized tee shirt which clearly showed her proud nipples. She was wearing four inch sling back heels and she sashayed slowly across to the chair in which I was sitting.

"Shall I show you girls just exactly what I think of Jesse and what he did to me?"

"Yes, that would be a VERY good idea," Dee-Dee and Charlie chorused almost simultaneously.

Carole looked at me and grinned, then sat on my lap and ground her body into me trying to get as close as she possibly could. Then she took my head in her hands and kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. She swept her tongue under mine and then seemed to try to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue. Our lips stroked each other's with a sensuous persistence that was almost better than sex (almost!) and our mouths seemed to be welded together in a soft, warm, sweet union. All the time, Carole cooed, purred and made meaningless, breathy sounds of passion and lust.

Eventually, we broke, gasping. As we did so, I heard Dee-Dee say to Charlie, "I think we may have got this wrong."

Carole laughed. "Guys, it was never a question of what Jesse did TO me, but one of what he did FOR me. If you want to get some idea of how I feel about all this, take what you have just seen and multiply it by ten. You may then just catch a glimpse of the foothills of how I really feel about this big ape."

She continued, "Now if you will excuse us for a short while, there is something I want to say to Jesse in private." Carole grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair then led me out of the room, turning to wink at Dee-Dee and Charlie as she did so.

We went straight to the bedroom where she threw off her clothes in double quick time, then pushed me onto the bed and pulled off first my shoes and socks, then my shirt and jeans, leaving only my boxers. All this in silence 

Carole looked at me with an expression so hot that it should have burned holes through me. When she did speak, she was brief and to the point. "I am going to suck your cock like it's never been sucked before. In fact, I aim to suck your balls through your cock like sucking a golf ball through a hosepipe. This is just a start, now let's get rid of those silly boxers," and so saying, she ripped my boxers off and threw them onto the floor.

By now, I was very hard and my cock was starting to throb. "Mmm, somebody likes the idea of his mummy sucking his cock." With that, Carole slid up the bed, pushing my legs apart, and started to use her tongue on the soft, sensitive skin at the inside of my legs, just below my balls. This had a very positive effect on the rigidity index of my cock, which was greatly increased again when she lapped round my balls, covering them with her saliva.

Then she went to work on my cock, licking slowly up the sides and concentrating on the soft, sensitive skin on the underside below the helmet. I could only groan and gasp at the delicious sensations she was creating, and I grabbed her head to hold her mouth close to me. Carole shook her head, just saying, "Later, my love," and returned to completely bathe my cock with her warm, succulent mouth. Then she slid my cock slowly into her mouth, working over it with her tongue as she did so, and took it completely into her throat in a slow motion deep throat. I could feel her throat muscles working along my cock in an almost indescribable tight embrace that sent my lust fuelled nerve endings into overdrive.

Carole moved away slightly to breathe more easily and I trickled my fingers into her ears, making her giggle. "Enjoying yourself, you dissolute sex fiend, forcing your mummy to do these depraved things to you?"

"Yes, my own gorgeous nympho, I am somewhere close to the gates of heaven. Now get your sweet lips back onto my cock or I'll die of frustration."

Carole allowed her laughter to disappear into a deep sexy gurgle as she again deep throated me, working the whole of her throat, her mouth and her tongue over my by now super-sensitive cock.




My Mother, My Lover Ch. 06



"Oh god, Carole, this is so beautiful ... please don't stop ... give me more ... take everything I've got down that sweet throat ... suck me suck me suck me ... oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming you glorious slut," I screamed as by balls drew up tight and a shattering orgasm raced through my whole body and blasted up my cock into Carole's warm waiting mouth. She held just the helmet in her soft welcoming mouth while I emptied everything I had into it. She swallowed, making soft "mmm mmm's" of approval until I was completely empty and my cock started to shrink in exhaustion.

"Carole, my dear, sweet Carole, that was beyond fantastic, beyond humungous; beyond words, even."

Carole growled deep in her throat. "Then shut up and kiss me," which I did, long and hot and wet and sweet in a blissfully shared exploration of each other's mouths, tasting the remains of my seed on her tongue as I did so.

Carole leaned up on one elbow and grinned at me. "There you go," she laughed, producing a golf ball that she must've secreted under her pillow.

"Mmm yes, that's just how it feels, but I wouldn't want it any other way!" I whispered. "I love you so much, honey, and I'm so glad you're back to your normal self again."

We dressed and ambled out into the lounge. Dee-Dee looked up and saw the broad smile on Carole's face. "You look like the cat that got the cream," she commented.

Carole nearly choked laughing. "Well, yes, I guess you could say that's exactly what happened," at which Dee-Dee blushed a bright red

"Yeah, and cornered the market in cream futures," I added.

This led to a series of highly questionable comments before everybody broke up laughing.

After all the stresses and excitements of the day, we all opted for an early night, and Carole and I were soon sound asleep. Only for a short while, however, because a few hours later, I was woken by the wholly delightful sensation of soft hands stroking across my back, chest and stomach.

"Wurgl! yermf! what the hell time is this," I mumbled as I woke.

"It's three o'clock, my love, and I need you to fuck me. Please, Jesse my darling it's been so long and I so need to feel your beautiful cock buried deep inside me, flooding me with your rich cream. I just can't wait, I need you inside me right now."

I hesitated, more from still being half asleep than any objection to Carole's demands. Not the right move; "Do me now, you motherfucker," she growled, and leaning over, she kissed me fiercely, biting my lower lip and drawing blood.

"Ouch, Vampira, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Getting your full attention, lover boy." Her hand moved to my cock and she stroked it firmly. "Yes, the equipment is locked and loaded," she giggled, but I needed revenge and bent to kiss her breast, biting underneath her right tit with enough suction to mark her.

"Okay, you dangerous woman, now you'll have a nice matching hickey to go with my bruised lip."

"That's enough foreplay, so how do you want me, stud?" she demanded.

"This time, I think, on your back and hold your ankles round your ears so I can get a good look at the target."

"Mmm, sounds good," Carole cooed, and she grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, spreading her legs and revealing her beautiful shaved pussy already glistening with her dew.

I moved down intending to lick her pussy to get her even more worked up, but Carole forestalled me.

"Cock not tongue, buster. I need that big hunk of meat in me so far that I can feel it in my throat. Now, get to work."

How could any red-blooded male resist such a demand? I moved into position and slid my throbbing cock smoothly into her hot, drooling cunt as far as it would go, with my balls resting against her arse.

"Oh god, yes, Jesse, that feels so good. I've felt so empty for days and your cock is perfect for filling me when I most need it. I love you, my darling man and right now, I lust for you so much. I don't think I'm going to last very long and ..."

Carole screamed as I started fucking her hard and fast, intense thrusts, powering in and out of her sopping pussy. This started her wailing for more, please god, more. I changed pace to longer, slower strokes, powering deep and feeling the muscles around her velvety sheath working against my excited prick.

Carole was now moaning continuously as her climax started to build. She called my name, begging me to fuck her and never stop, and my cock could sense her little preliminary orgasms as she clung to me and dug her nails into my back, a beautiful and exciting pain.

I gasped as my orgasm also started to build. "Oh Carole, you beautiful slut, get ready for the flood. I'm going to fill you to overflowing with my cum. Mmm, aargh, oh yesyesyes, fuckfuckfuck, I'm nearly there."

By this time, Carole was in the same state. She shook and thrashed about underneath me mewling and shouting unintelligibly. Then she called out, "Jesse, oh Jesse, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, YES." Her cunt clamped down on me as my cock grew even larger and my orgasm exploded through my whole body, my cum screaming up my cock to fill Carole's waiting cavern.

We both collapsed with exhaustion, and I rolled sideways, dragging my shrinking cock out with a slight "pop".

"Oh, he's gone," Carole complained, but I rolled over and kissed her.

"Don't worry, gorgeous, plenty more where that came from," and I heard her chuckle sleepily.

"I think what we both need now is sleep," I suggested, but was greeted with soft sizzling sounds showing that she had already taken my advice.

I slept in the following morning, but eventually made my way to the kitchen where Carole, Dee-Dee and Charlie were gossiping. Carole looked mildly embarrassed and the others had obviously been laughing.

"Oho," I said, looking at Carole. "Kiss and tell, hey?"

"Almost literally," laughed Charlie. "Carole has been showing us her battle scar!"

"I see. Did Vampira also tell you what she did to me?" I said, sticking out my lower lip to show the bruise. This was greeted with more laughter and absolutely no sympathy, so I let the matter drop.

After that little interplay, the atmosphere changed completely, and Dee-Dee and Charlie looked embarrassed, defensive and extremely worried.

"Okay, guys, what's the problem?" I asked, and they hedged, clearly having something to say but unwilling to say it.

"Look, you know you can say anything at all to us and we're not going to get uptight about it. Trust us and whatever it is, we'll work something out," Carole was supportive and persuasive.

Eventually Dee-Dee breathed a huge sigh and burst out, "Charlie and I need to move out. I know that sounds so ungrateful after all you've done for us, and we don't want to hurt you or make you hate us, but ..."

"First of all, Dee-Dee, we will never, could never hate you," I broke in, "I think I might understand why this is. You both feel you need space. Living together in one room can be quite claustrophobic; I know you've got the run of the house, but it's not really enough, is it?"

"Yes, Jesse, that's just it," Charlie agreed. "With Dee-Dee determined to have a baby whenever, we need more space. And I can't help feel that I'm pretty useless here -- I help Dee-Dee, but I need my own career, and I can best do that from a proper home base."

"Charlie," Carole asked, "what sort of work did you do at the radio station?"

"Oh all sorts, but mainly promotions, marketing, advertising, that sort of thing, which I really enjoyed," she responded.

"Dee-Dee," my turn now, "do you just need more space, or are you looking for something more challenging than being our housekeeper?"

"Oh no, Jesse, I'm so happy here -- if it was humanly possible, I'd like to stay on, but I don't see how we can arrange that."

"Hmm, I see," I reflected, looking at Carole and noted a gleam in her eyes. "Do you have any immediate plans to move out, or do we have some time?"

Charlie took over as spokesman, "No, certainly not until we've found a suitable housekeeper and we can find the right place at the right price."

"Okay, I get the picture. Would you and Dee-Dee mind if Carole and I had a brief private chat?"

Charlie shook her head and Carole and I retired to her office. "Do you want to go first, or shall I?" I asked.

"Well," said Carole, "my business is in difficulties, not because of the technical side, I can handle that without trouble. However, I'm not too good at marketing and promotion. It occurred to me that, if Charlie and I can smooth over any personal issues we may have, I could offer her a job handling that side of my business, at a decent sort of salary."

"Brilliant," I enthused, "and for a sweetener, why not offer to pay her expenses if she wants to go to university or technical college to upgrade her theoretical skills? In fact, I'd be happy to pay that out of grandmother's money."

"Thanks, honey, we can talk about the source of the money later, but the idea's a good one," Carole commented. "Now what's your idea?"

"Well, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. You've been a bit on edge about how I'm going to use grandmother's money," Carole started to interject, but I continued, "don't let's argue about it now, because I reckon we could spend a good chunk of it by building on to the house. The area on the western side is pretty rubbishy -- I reckon we could build a decent sized three bedroom place right next door. Completely self-contained but with a covered walkway between that and the existing house. Dee-Dee and Charlie could have a lifetime interest for a peppercorn rent, they would have space for a family and could be completely private. Dee-Dee could then keep on housekeeping, and Charlie and you would be close-by to keep the business bubbling along. What do you say?" 

Carole stared at me in wonderment, then burst out in a shriek of delight. "Jesse, that is a marvellous, superb idea. As a sweetener in this case, we could give them pretty much carte blanche on the design and fit-out so that they can be comfortable with their own choices."

"Yes, and we'll find a hungry young architect who's prepared to work with them quickly and effectively to get the project off the ground as soon as possible," I enthused.

Carole threw her arms round me and we kissed deeply and passionately before returning to the kitchen to reveal our plans to Dee-Dee and Charlie. They were ecstatic when we told them. Dee-Dee burst into tears, but Charlie looked long and hard at Carole, saying, "You'd really do that for me? After what happened the other night?"

Carole dealt with that quickly by giving Charlie a big hug and saying, "Charlie, that was mostly my fault. I should've realised that I am straight, and my episode with Dee-Dee was a result of Jesse playing games. Even though it was fun at the time, I doubt whether I'll ever repeat it. The job's yours if you want it, and if you feel able to work with me." Charlie crowed with glee and wanted to start there and then.

I looked at Dee-Dee who had now dried her tears. "A place of your own now, auntie, with your lover and a baby soon. Sounds pretty good to me," I smiled.

"We can't thank you guys enough for all you've done and are doing. I just don't have the words ..."

It was my turn to give Dee-Dee a big hug. "Don't try, Dee-Dee—you're family, we love you and we want to keep the family together."

Dee-Dee favoured me with a beaming smile and I asked her for a quick chat. "Dee-Dee, as you know, it's Carole's 39th birthday in three weeks time. She's had a rough time over the past couple of years and apart from anything else, I'd like to take her out to dinner and dancing at the Metropole, then spend the night there. Can I rely on you to firstly keep your mouth shut about this, and secondly, help me if I need any feminine support?"

Dee-Dee's smile beamed even brighter. "The Metropole, hey? That's where you first seduced my poor sister, isn't it -- returning to the scene of the crime?"

"You know the story perfectly well, you stirrer," I laughed and she punched me gently on the arm.

"Of course I'll help in any way I can, Jesse. My lips are sealed." Dee-Dee imitated a zip being pulled across her mouth, then went off in search of Charlie.

I had invited Carole to dinner on the Saturday before her birthday, which was on the following day. She accepted with great excitement and she went into detailed consultations with Dee Dee and Charlie about what to wear, accompanied by much giggling and immediate silences whenever I appeared.

On Saturday evening, after I had struggled into my tux, I was waiting in the lounge when Dee-Dee entered smiling. "Mr Mason," she intoned with great formality, "may I present to you your escort for this evening, Ms Carole McIntyre."

It would hardly be true to say that Carole walked into the room, more that she floated in. She was wearing a dress of some silky clinging material in a rich burgundy colour that reflected the highlights in her hair. The dress was cut to reveal a mouth-watering cleavage, supported by a bra that was cleverly designed to maximise the impact of her gorgeous breasts without revealing everything at first glance. The hemline was cut an inch or two above her knees, not hugely revealing while she stood, but obviously offering more exciting vistas when she sat. Carole also wore smoky seamed stockings and three-inch patent shoes; her hair had obviously been brushed until it glowed, and was swept down over one shoulder. Her makeup was a fraction more than usual, and her fingers were tipped blood red. She completed the effect with an electric blue stole that shimmered around her milky shoulders.

I was speechless for a while, but eventually croaked out, "My god, Carole you look stunningly beautiful. Whoo hoo—I don't understand how I am able to keep my hands off you. I shall try to behave like a gentleman because being with you is such a turn-on, and I shall take a great deal of pleasure in seeing every other guy faint from the sight of your beauty."

Carole looked at me with smoky, seductive eyes and murmured, "Jesse, honey, this is all for you. I am going to enjoy myself this evening, and I'm gonna make certain that you do too." She kissed me lightly on the lips as Charlie announced that the limo had arrived to carry us off. She and Dee-Dee applauded as we left the house.

The journey was soon over, and as we entered the hotel, it was obvious that Carole was the centre of many admiring glances. "You do realise that you've already been stripped and raped six times, don't you," I whispered, but Carole just giggled quietly.

"Five of those times were by me," I continued, and she punched my gently on the arm, continuing to laugh.

We were seated at a quiet corner table and enjoyed a first class meal and some high quality wine. As the orchestra started up, I invited Carole to dance, and she immediately accepted. 

There was something quite enchanting in the sensation of holding this beautiful, elegant woman in my arms. She moulded her body to mine and I thrilled in the feeling of her swaying and shimmering against me. The automatic response from my cock didn't go unnoticed; Carole deliberately pressed herself against me, smiling seductively as she did so, allowing the swing and sway of her body to the rhythm of the music to stimulate me even more.

"You know, Carole, you are an extraordinarily dangerous woman," I whispered into her ear.

"Am I?" she tried to sound naïve but couldn't keep the laughter out of her voice.

"If you keep using your body on me like this, I will collapse in a quivering heap on the floor, begging for release." I continued.

"Oh goody, another scalp for my collection," she laughed and I spun her in a pirouette as the music reached its climax. In reply, Carole threw her arms round my neck and rewarded me with a luscious, mouth-watering kiss.

Throughout all our dances, her eyes were sparkling and she was unmistakably enjoying herself to the absolute maximum. That communicated itself to me, and I gained an enormous satisfaction both from Carole's enjoyment and from my own sense of wonderment at the presence of this lovely woman so willingly in my arms.

During the "last waltz", Carole simply snuggled her head onto my chest, and we hardly moved at all, simply holding each other close and allowing the music to soak into us.

Eventually, Carole picked up her wrap and we moved towards the entrance. Half way there, I changed direction. "Jesse, this isn't the way out," Carole queried, but I said nothing and guided her to the lift, pushing the button for the sixth floor.

Carole looked deep into my eyes and simply said, "Suite 23?" and I nodded.

"I see," she smiled. "If I am an extraordinarily dangerous woman, you are a very naughty young man. I expect you will try to take advantage of me?"

"Of course," I leered. "I shall force you to obey my every whim and fancy, and if I have to, I shall kiss you into submission."

Carole laughed as we reached the 6th floor, then I opened the door of suite 23 and as soon as we were inside I spun her into my arms and kissed her deeply. Carole replied with just as much vitality and enthusiasm.

We went into the lounge and I opened the fridge, taking out the champagne I had ordered, opening it and pouring two glasses. "As it's now after midnight, happy birthday, darling," I toasted her.

Carole smiled but said nothing, then finished her glass and sat on my lap, nuzzling into my neck. I could only just hear her reply, "Thank you so much, Jesse. I am so happy, and I owe it all to you."

I started to disagree, but she stopped me with a kiss. "No, honey, I know how I was and what a difference you've made in my life. Now don't argue with your mummy!" and so saying she bit my ear lobe and giggled.

"I can see I may have to take stern measures with you, you minx," I laughed, but Carole was several steps ahead of me.

"Well, are you just going to sit there all night chattering, or are you going to do something about, with or to me?"

"All three," I continued the banter. "First, though, strip for me—nice and slow."

"Mmm—but I need some help. Come here and undo my zip."

I was out of the chair in a flash, and slowly lowered the zip on her dress. As I finished, I squeezed the cheeks of her arse, causing Carole to give a little gasp. She shimmied out of her dress, revealing a matching thong, finely sculpted bra, and her stay-ups.

"Like what you see, big boy," she purred then slowly unclipped her bra, leaving it hanging from her shoulders. Then she looked at me with a sultry expression and said, "You want to see what's underneath, you'll have to finish the job."

I moved quickly to her, and flicked the bra away, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts with large aureoles and nipples that were already hard with excitement. I bent and took first one, then the other nipple into my mouth, each time rolling and sucking them, and finishing by giving each a firm but quite gentle nip with my teeth.

Carole's breathing became ragged and fast. "Ooh Jesse, that's so nice. You know how much I love it when you play with my tits; they have a direct line of communication to my pussy and I'm starting to get wet already."

"Oh dear," I said with mock concern. "You'd better get rid of the thong, or it will get all damp and sticky!"

Still with the sultry, enticing look on her face, she replied, "I dare you. I dare you to take it off using only your teeth."

Never being one to resist that sort of dare, I got down on my knees in front of her and eased my tongue under the edge of the thong, making sure it moved close to her pussy.

"Hey, that wasn't part of the deal, you cheat," Carole laughed.

"Silence, wench, this is sensitive stuff, and sometimes my tongue may slip out of control."

Carole growled deep in her throat as I fastened my teeth on the scrap of material that had pretended to protect her pussy, and slid it down her legs. The aroma was almost overpowering -- the scent of this highly aroused woman was a powerful aphrodisiac.