12 comments/ 152363 views/ 31 favorites Rick & Jess: Beginning By: ttcrusader Prologue My name is Rick (Richard really, but everyone calls me Rick); I'm 43, 5'11" and about 220 pounds, but at the time of this story I was only 23 and about 190 pounds. I've always been athletic and always enjoyed sport, and still do. I'm the only son of Tony and Jessica, and I was returning to my family home after the breakup of a long term relationship. At the time I thought this was the end of the world, but looking back I couldn't have been luckier. This is the story of how my life changed. A New Start Louise, my ex, and I had met at university and moved in together. We both secured well-paid jobs with different companies after both graduating with honours. As a couple we were financial very well off, and as our relationship blossomed I was convinced that she was the one for me. I agreed that we wouldn't get married for a while at Louise's request but we did set up home together, which resulted in us buying a house. It seemed that Louise wasn't satisfied with all of that. She decided to run off with Robert, one of her clients, in what I can only assume was an attempt to find greener grass. So after only 4 years in total our relationship was at an end. We had finally agreed in principle to the financial and legal aspects of our separation but it would still take about a year to resolve everything including the sale of our house. With solicitors dealing with the formalities and Louise having already moved in with Robert, it was time to return to my family home. I had had many long talks with my mum over the last 6 months or so and she had invited me to move back home for a while until all the legal and financial issues had been resolved; selling our old property and splitting the assets of our failed relationship. I had been able to transfer my job from Manchester to an office in Bristol, so I only had a reasonably short commute every day from Bath, where Mum lived. I'd already moved most of my possessions down to Bath, some at home and some into storage, so having finished work in Manchester, and starting work in a couple of weeks time in Bristol, there was nothing to keep me in Manchester anymore. With everything set I'd locked up my old home and handed the keys to my solicitor and I hit the road leaving my old and recently very painful life behind me. The drive from Manchester to Bath was about four and a half hours. I was thinking how strange it would be going back home. Strange because when I left to go to university Mum and Dad saw me off, but with Dad having died in a car accident 3 years ago, it would only be Mum at home to greet me. The drive was a little slow with the typical Friday evening traffic on the roads and with no great rush I stopped off a couple of times for a coffee, and took the opportunity to phone Mum and let her know how my journey was going. Eventually at around 10:30pm I backed onto the drive and parked next to Mum's Audi TT and got out of my car. As I was stretching I heard the front door of the house, and then Mum's familiar voice, "Hello Darling, how was your drive?" I turned towards her. "Hi Mum. It was fine thanks. No surprises and I made reasonable time once I got south of Birmingham." She came up to me and gave me a big hug and a motherly kiss on the lips, then said, "It'll be nice to have some company. It's so quiet around the house with you having left and Dad having gone, it will be nice to have you around." "Hopefully I won't turn the house upside down," I replied, and then continued, "I'll enjoy some company as well. It's been pretty lonely since Louise left." "That bitch doesn't know when she's on to a good thing." Mum said with some venom in her voice, then softening, "Anyway, I'm glad it's all over and you can spend time home sorting yourself and your future out." I was a little surprised at the venom in Mum's comment about Louise, but I smiled at her and said, "It's good to be home Mum." I took a couple of things from the back seat of the car and grabbed my suitcase from the boot, leaving the rest for the morning. I locked the car and Mum and I went into the house. I went up to my old room, freshened up from the drive and did a quick change into some joggers and a sweatshirt. When I got back downstairs Mum had made some cheesy crumpets, my favourite, and had poured me a lager. I thanked her and we spent another hour or so just catching up on the latest developments in my saga, before eventually going to bed. Tomorrow would be the start of my new life, but at that moment I had no idea what my new life would be like, and to be honest I didn't really care. Settling In Mum had offered me the second reception room downstairs and said that while I was staying there I could furnish it how I wished. This allowed me to get my TV and sound system from storage and set up that room as 'my den'. I'd agreed with Mum that it would be 6-12 months before everything was sorted and she had said that I was welcome for as long as I wished. So over the next few weeks I'd settled in, got into a routine working in Bristol and had met some of my old sixth form college mates and had started to slowly forget the pain of the last year. Living at home with Mum was a little strange at first. We both had to adjust to the fact that there was someone else in the house. Mum had admitted to me that one morning she'd come down to the kitchen to make a coffee, forgetting I was in the house, then realised she was completely naked. I had also nearly done a similar thing, but had remembered where I was as I went to open my bedroom door. We had a good laugh about it. Mum was what most people would call pretty. She wasn't stunning and she rarely turned heads, but she had an almost child-like face, which had its own attractions. She kept her dark brown hair fairly short, almost boyish but a little longer and thicker. She had an athletic frame, standing 5'5" not too curvy and with an adequate chest, probably 34B or 34C at most. She kept herself very fit, as she had done all her life, with a trim waist and extremely toned legs, and at 43 years of age, she was the envy of many women 10 years her junior. Mum was not hung up over things like nudity or sex, and often spoke to me and advised me when I was in my mid-teens. I was more relaxed talking to her than I was talking to Dad, who always seemed to try to tell me what to do. I was able to talk to Mum about girls and sex and she would just give me facts and advise me on avoiding some of the traps many young people fall into. Although it was sometimes mildly embarrassing for me Mum never judged me and never gave me a hard time on the few occasions I ignored her advice. She knew that it wouldn't take me long to realise that whatever she said it was always in my best interests. Although it may not have always been apparent to me a few years back, I am eternally grateful for her advice and still seek it when I have a problem. Weeks turned into a couple of months and I had truly settled back in at home. Mum and I were both comfortable around each other, and we'd settled into a routine that suited us both. We tended to have breakfast together before leaving for work and then most evenings we'd eat together before one or both of us went out with friends. We rarely did anything together except food shopping, which we tended to do early on a Friday evening, so we only really got together to talk late on in the evening. It was one such evening when I'd stayed in but Mum had just returned from playing badminton at her club. I was sitting in my den, when there was a tap on the door and Mum popped her head in. "Hi Rick," she said. "Are you doing anything special?" "No not really." I replied. "Do you mind if I join you?" "Of course not," I said and sat more upright on the sofa. "Would you like a beer? I could do with one after Badminton." She asked. "Yes please." Mum disappeared and brought a couple of bottles of lager back with her and came in and sat next to me on the sofa. She smiled warmly as she handed me one of the bottles and asked, "It's been nearly 2 months now. How are you coping?" "I'm okay thanks. The house sale is taking a bit of time due to the value dropping a little. Just about all of the other financial arrangements have been completed, so it's really just the house left now." "That's good," she said. "I hope you know there is no rush for you to change anything here. You're welcome to stay as long as you want." This was delivered with a warm loving smile that reminded me of Mum when she spoke to Dad in years gone by. Smiling back at Mum I replied, "Thanks Mum, I'm not sure what I would have done if I'd had to stay in Manchester." "It's lovely having you back home, and having someone else to consider rather than just myself." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then continued, "You're a good lad and it's what mothers are for." I reached over to give her a hug, but she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. She smelled wonderful; there was a muskiness that her perfume seemed to enhance without it being at all overpowering. It was a smell that drifted back to me from many years ago. It was Mum's favourite perfume which she often wore when going out with Dad when I was a kid. I mentally brushed the thought away and enjoyed the physical closeness that I'd missed. Mum gave out a sigh as she also seemed to enjoy the closeness and contact and we sat and held each other and just watched the TV and sipped our drinks. I was a son being comforted by his mum and she was a mum comforting her son. Eventually Mum had finished her beer, then instead of cuddling back in she said, "Well, with work tomorrow, I'm off to bed." I smiled up at her and said, "Okay. Goodnight." Then after a brief pause I added, "Thanks Mum." She smiled back and leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. After standing back up with a smile still on her face she quietly turned and left the room. I sat for a while and thought back at the closeness that Mum and I had, and the warmth of her body and the smell of something that simply said "Love". I recalled the days when I was 14 or so and discovering a pair of Mom's dirty panties in the laundry basket and the smell they had. There were many occasions when, as a pubescent teenager I had borrowed Mum's used panties and masturbated to some significant orgasms. Deep down I had a bit of a thing for Mum and having her so physically close reminded me of my adolescent feelings for her. After another half hour or so I decided to go to bed, and turned everything off, making sure all the doors were locked. I climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom, I peed and cleaned my teeth, and having removed my T-shirt I opened the laundry basket to put in my T-shirt and stopped dead. I could see Mum's tracksuit, her shorts, her shirt her bra, then right on the top her panties. I stared for what seemed like a lifetime, but was probably only a few seconds. I dropped my T-shirt on the floor and carefully took Mum's panties and bringing them to my nose I sniffed in her musky scent which brought all those childhood thoughts back. It also reminded me that apart from a couple of masturbation sessions, I'd not really thought about sex since I'd moved back in with Mum. I went to the bathroom door and locked it and by this time my cock was standing tall and erect. With the crotch of her panties positioned at my nostrils I masturbated to the smell of my mother for the first time in over 5 years. It was instinctive that I just kept pumping my cock and as my orgasm took hold of me more quickly than expected I used my Mum's panties to catch my semen. After recovering from my gratification I realised that it might not be a good idea to simply leave the panties in the laundry basket as they were. I couldn't wash them, which might be noticed in the morning if Mum grabs them to wash. They'll possibly still be wet or damp at least. I got some toilet tissue and soaked up the semen leaving the panties relatively clean and dry. After this I placed them back in the laundry basket and added my dirty clothes on top. This seemed to mark a turning point in my life at home and it seemed that the fantasies of my adolescence were returning. Over the next few weeks I grabbed Mum's dirty panties at the end of the day on many occasions and used them to assist in my sexual relief and gratification. I'd also started to look at Mum in a less than motherly way. She was a vibrant, attractive, sexual and sensual woman and those aspects of her womanhood were filling more and more of my thoughts. Although looking back, it should have been obvious, at the time I must have been lost in my adoration of Mum, because there was a change in her behaviour around me that I failed to notice. It was very subtle and something that could have easily been missed. Mum and I spent more time together at home at her request. She would choose to join me in my den or ask me to join her in the lounge. Conversation was lighter and Mum in particular was a little more flirtatious than I'd previously noticed. She also changed her morning routine so that instead of coming downstairs dressed and ready for work, spending only about 15 minutes or so with me, before I left, she was more likely to be in the kitchen before me in a robe, or night dress, or something else that gave me a better view of her body. As I say at the time I was just happy for the opportunity to see Mum's legs, or her panties and bra through a thin robe or negligee. It was never overt or overly provocative, and it remained on the acceptable edge of decency. The problem with all of this was that the more I used Mum's panties and fantasised about her the more I had an erection whenever I was around her. There were a number of occasions when talking, or sitting with Mum, I noticed a small smile on her face and a flush to her face. At the time these less subtle signals were also lost on me. So I went on in ignorant bliss of anything changing. Found Out! It was a Friday night and Mum and I had gone out to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping. Everything was fine and after an hour or so we arrived home with the groceries and we proceeded to put the food in the cupboards and the fridge. Mum was stacking most of the food and I was getting a bit of an eyeful, with her skirt riding up showing her stocking tops when she was reaching up to the high shelves, and the split in the back of her skirt opening showing her panties when she bent down. Watching her had got me all hard and the bulge in my jeans was noticeable. We'd finished putting the food away and Mum said, "Would you mind putting the kettle on for a coffee please Dear?" "Yeah, sure," I replied and got up and went to the kettle. I was conscious that I had an erection and moved in such a way to hopefully conceal it from Mum. I grabbed the kettle, filled it at the sink then placed it on its base and switched it on. When I looked at Mum her eyes rose to meet mine, and she had a faint smile on her face. I felt my face flush and I couldn't imagine what shade of red it must have been. As a result Mum's face was also a little flush as she turned towards the lounge. I made coffee for us both and brought them into the lounge. Mum was sitting on the 2-seater sofa opposite the 3-seater, she was turned towards the television with her feet up. Still a little nervous about what had happened in the kitchen I handed Mum her coffee. She smiled warmly at me and said, "Thank you Sweetie." I just smiled back and sat opposite her. We watched television for a short while then Mum got up and heading out the room she said, "I think I'll go and change into something more comfortable," and with a smile she left for her room. After she'd gone I decided I would get out of my jeans and headed up to my own room, but as I approached Mum's I heard what sounded like a low groan. I thought about checking to see if she was alright, but decided that if there was a problem she would call for me. I changed into my favourite joggers and a T-shirt and went back downstairs. It was about half an hour before Mum came back down. She smiled at me as she came in and sat down. I smiled back at her and wondered why she'd selected one of her summer A-line dresses. It only came down to mid thigh and her breasts sagged a little and her nipples were clearly visible, meaning that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I haven't seen that dress before," I commented. "Oh, it just seemed to be ideal for this evening." After a brief pause, she added, "I didn't want to change for bed, but didn't feel like being trussed up in clothes. This just seemed like a happy medium." She smiled at me then turned and watched the television. About 10 minutes later Mum put her bare left foot up onto the coffee table that stood between us. This caused her hem to rest at the top of the legs. She then lifted her right foot up onto the sofa, with her legs open to about 90 degrees, displaying her panties to all those present, namely me. I'd glanced over then noticed her position and her panties and got another erection. I shifted my position to make it less obvious and when feeling more confident at not displaying my obvious arousal I exclaimed, "Mum!" pointing to her panties. Mum just smiled and without moving replied, "What's the matter Baby, do my panties offend you?" "No not really," I replied, "But it's not very lady like, is it?" "But darling I thought you liked looking at my panties?" "What do you mean?" Completely straight faced, Mum replied, "Well you keep taking them from the laundry basket, and I don't know what you do with them when you put them back, but they always seem to have this crusty stuff spread over the gusset." My head felt like it was in a microwave, cooking nicely, my stomach was knotted with fear, my erection subsided almost instantly and I just sat looking at Mum with my mouth hanging open. Mum continued, "If I didn't know better it almost looks as if someone has been masturbating into them." I continued to stare, unable to move or speak. I knew I'd been found out and I was just waiting for Mum to go completely ballistic and throw me out. After what seemed like forever, with me unable to speak, Mum finally said, "To be honest, if someone had been masturbating into my panties that would be really horny. As you're the only male in the house, and assuming nobody is breaking in, the idea of you sniffing and ejaculating into my panties has been keeping my pussy moist for the last few weeks." Still shaking and slowly taking in Mum's last statement I nervously asked, "You're not angry then?" "No, Darling," she replied smiling warmly at me. She then asked, "Would you like to know a secret?" I nodded, still feeling very flushed and embarrassed. "I've been grabbing my soiled panties, after you've used them, putting them on and masturbated wearing them." Mum then had this proud grin on her face. "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry Mum, I didn't mean to upset you and I won't do it again, but I never would have thought you'd be this calm about it." "Richard," Mum said sternly, using my full name and obtaining my full attention. "You don't understand. I'm not upset, I'm not angry, I'm flattered and most importantly I'm not asking you to stop." All of a sudden the penny dropped for me. Mum was happy with me doing this, and at that realisation and the continuing view of her panties, also showing a very clear damp patch, my cock was filling with blood and expanding and stiffening at a frighteningly rapid rate. I then asked, "You mean you don't mind." "Sweetie, I haven't had sex for over 3 years, and I hadn't even thought about sex until a few weeks ago when I found my used panties. I'll be honest with you; when I found the first pair I was furious for about 5 minutes, but by the end of that 5 minutes my pussy was gushing. I ended up masturbating myself to an earth shattering orgasm at the thought of you pleasuring yourself and using my sexual aroma to help you along. Rick & Jess: Beginning "I haven't felt as horny as this since your dad died, and I just want some physical pleasure. "I know we're going to have to talk about this and I still need to decide how far I'm willing to let this go. I'm also aware that regardless of what I might want; you may not be comfortable doing any more than you are already. All I want you to know is that I don't mind you using my panties in the way you have. From now on all I ask is that even if you don't say it out loud, when you finish with them just make it obvious, and finally you don't need to clean off your semen, I'll be more than happy to sort that out myself." I wanted to tell Mum how much I wanted to have sex with her at this point, but based on her comments about not yet having decided how far she wanted to go I thought it would be best to wait and see. However I was curious about earlier on and I was desperate to know whether she did masturbate after teasing me. "Can I ask you a couple of questions about earlier on?" I asked. "Of course you can Darling." "When we were in the kitchen were you teasing me and trying to get me aroused?" With a naughty smile on her face she replied, "Yes I was. It worked as well, based on the bulge evident in your jeans." "My second question is a bit more personal. When you went up to change, did you masturbate before coming back down?" Mum's face flushed a little and with only a small hesitation she replied, "I suppose there's no reason to lie. Yes, I did." "It's just that I thought I heard you when I went to change." "How does that make you feel, or think about me?" "I like the idea of me arousing you, even if I don't actually do anything to you." I then asked, "What did you think about when you masturbated?" "I suspect it's the same thing that you think about when you masturbate with my panties. Us fucking each other. Is that right?" Smiling a little shyly, I replied, "Yes." "Now that would be a big step, as that would be incest. At the moment we do nothing together and it's just an item of clothing being used to arouse ourselves sexually. To go any further than that needs some thought and also some rules; but I think that's not to be rushed into tonight." I wanted to take this further, but I realised that if I jumped in head first too early I could ruin it for myself. So I decided to let Mum dictate the progress for now and see where it took us. Mum suddenly got up and beckoned to me to get up. She stood at the end of the coffee table and reached to take my hand. I was a little reluctant as I had a seriously hard erection. I looked down and Mum realised my predicament. "Are you hard?" she asked. "Yes, very," I replied. "Don't be embarrassed, Babe. My pussy is leaking all over the place, so we're both in the same boat." With that I got up with my joggers tented out by several inches. Mum looked at my protrusion as I stood and joined her. She placed me directly in front of her and whispered quietly in my ear, "I want to feel like a woman that is attractive and arousing to a man. Babe, you're what I've got. I just want to feel your hard cock press against me, and I want my hunk of a son to give his old Mum a hug." As I opened my arms I said, "You're definitely not old Mum, and you're definitely hot." Mum walked into my arms and we embraced. Mum was grinding herself against me, or more precisely my cock, as I held her close to me. Suddenly she looked up at me and whispered, "Would you kiss me please Darling." I lowered my head to kiss her on the cheek and she immediately turned her mouth to mine and we began kissing more as lovers and certainly not as mother and son. Our mouths opened and our tongues duelled as we explored each other's mouths, exchanging saliva in the process. Mum broke the kiss and again looking a little flushed said, "Thank you Darling." "It was a pleasure," I replied. "I know it's early but I'm exhausted and I think I might go to bed, but before I go I have something for you." Mum took a step away from me and I could see the very prominent points of her nipples, then placing her hand between her legs she seemed to force the gusset of her panties into her slit, trying to mop up as much of her juices as she could. Once finished she brought her hand to her nose and groaned. She then offered her hand to me and after sniffing the intense aroma from her fingers I sucked her moist fingers into my mouth. Mum smiled and while saying, "Easy Tiger," she gently, almost reluctantly pulled her hand away from my face. Lifting the sides of her dress and with a couple of swift movements Mum's panties were in her hand and offered to me. I took them asking, "Are you sure?" Running her hand gently down the side of my face, she replied, "Of course I am Darling." With another very quick kiss she turned towards the lounge door, where she stopped. She looked back at me then reminded me, "Remember, when you're finished with them would you put them in the laundry basket and simply knock on my door, then don't wait for me to answer." Then she disappeared out into the hallway. I couldn't wait as I was so turned on and just pulled my joggers down and began pumping my very stiff cock as I sniffed in Mum's womanly scent from her very aromatic and wet panties. In less than a minute I was spaying cum all over them. I looked at the fairly considerable deposit in Mum's panties and visualised her licking and sucking it into her mouth. Doing this caused my cock to harden and recover and I spent the next 4 or 5 minutes pumping my cock again to another high volume deposit. The weight of my semen stretched the gusset downwards as I wandered up to the bathroom. I carefully placed them on the top of the dirty laundry, avoiding any spillage and deciding to go back downstairs, I knocked on Mum's door as I reached it. Respecting her wishes I continued downstairs without stopping, and a few minutes later I heard her go into the bathroom and return to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. I stayed up watching television for a couple of hours, barely concentrating on what I was seeing. I spent most of the time thinking about all the things that Mum could be doing and how she might be masturbating. I was also erect and aroused again, despite 2 orgasms earlier. I honestly needed to pinch myself to confirm that this was not a dream and actually for real. I was desperately hoping that Mum would end up deciding that she wanted to have sex with me. I desperately wanted to fuck her. Eventually sleep started to overcome me. I decided to go to bed and on climbing the stairs and after a short pause at Mum's bedroom door, where I heard nothing, I eventually went to bed and slept soundly. The Inquisition I woke the next morning and thought back to the previous night's events and despite becoming aroused again I decided not to jerk off. I lay in bed thinking about Mum. I also wondered how I would face her or her face me, considering that we're both aware of what we'd done last night. It was about 10:30am before I plucked up the courage to go downstairs. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and went to the loo and passing Mum's open bedroom door I went downstairs. I went into the empty kitchen, and checking the utility room, followed by the dining room, lounge and my den, I was a little relieved that she wasn't there. I put the kettle on for a coffee and got out some bread and put it in the toaster. I was sitting at the kitchen table deep in thought, when the door to the garden opened and in walked Mum. She looked at me, smiled and said, "Hi Sweetie. Did you have a good night?" "Yes thanks," I replied, and before I thought about what I was asking I continued, "How about you?" Mum beamed at me and replied, "I had a fantastic night. I found a wonderful present and I thoroughly enjoyed myself using it." I felt my face flush and I looked down, a little embarrassed. "There's no need to be embarrassed Darling, it's what we both wanted, and any way if you had half the fun making my present as I had using it, you probably had a wail of a time as well." Still slightly embarrassed I just smiled at Mum and nodded my head. Mum had closed the back door and as she passed me she stooped and lifting my chin with her hand and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a prolonged kiss but it was open-mouthed, and she ran her tongue across my lips before breaking the kiss and saying, "Thank you." Mum then continued into the utility room where she was doing the washing. She seemed to float across the floor with a graceful and provocative sway of her hips. She seemed very happy. She was wearing a thin yellow summer dress which allowed light through it easily and it was obvious that Mum had no slip, being able to see the noticeable silhouette of her legs. I could also see the outline of her panties against the thin material but there was no obvious sign of a bra, from behind, but I wasn't sure. My toast popped up and that took my attention away from watching Mum, I got up, ignoring my partial erection, and buttered my toast. The kettle then boiled and I shouted, "Would you like a coffee, Mum?" "Yes please," she called back, "I'm just about finished. I'll be with you in a sec." I made the two cups of coffee and then sat back at the kitchen table and ate my toast. Mum came in about 2 minutes later saying, "There's only a few things left in the drier, everything else is outside." "Do you have anything else to do?" I asked. "Apart from getting the clothes in and sorting the last load in the drier, I'm done for the day. Why?" she said as she sat down at the kitchen table. She sat on the adjacent corner, facing me, so that the table wasn't actually between us. "No reason. I don't really have much to do today and wondered if there was anything I could help with?" "There isn't anything much I need doing." Then Mum smiled and said, "There might be something I need later, but I think I'd like to have a long talk with you first." This was probably the conversation that would disappoint me for the rest of my life or change my life completely. I still wasn't sure which way it was going to go, or even whether I wanted it to go one way as opposed to the other, but I looked at Mum, smiled a little nervously and said, "Ok. Is it about last night?" Mum smiled and just nodded. "I'll be honest," I continued, "I'm not sure how I want the talk to go, because I'm torn between keeping you as you are, or possibly fulfilling most boy's biggest fantasy." Mum laughed and said, "After last night I'm not sure our relationship as mother and son is ever going to be the same." Joining in with her light mood, I laughed saying, "Fair point." She sipped from her cup and I looked at her. I ran my eyes over her whole body, from her head to her feet. Her light summer dress provided a clear view of her cleavage. Her breasts weren't sagging and I'd now noticed a bra strap, her legs were crossed and the hem of her dress was half way up her thighs. Mum's eyes rose from her cup, then she put her cup back on the table and with a broad grin and opening her arms, putting herself on display, she asked, "You like?" I smiled back at her and said, "Yes Mum, I like very much. You are a very beautiful woman." "Thank you Darling," Mum said. Then she asked, "Do you mind if we talk about last night and your use of my panties in general?" I still felt my face flush, but looking at Mum and seeing her smiling put me more at ease and I replied, "Ok." "What made you start using my panties for pleasure?" "It sort of happened by accident I suppose. When I was 14, I think, I noticed the stains in your panties as I went to put clothes in the laundry basket one night, and I took them to my room because I was curious. I didn't masturbate with them then, but I was curious and a little aroused by your scent." "So what made you start masturbating with them?" "One day I had grabbed a pair from the bathroom and happened to hear you and Dad having sex, I think, and it started me thinking about you having sex, and I got hard and relieved myself with your panties. After that I generally masturbated smelling your panties, but not ejaculating into them." "How long did this go on, because I never noticed until a few weeks ago?" "From 14 up to when I went off to college; so nearly 4 years." "What made you start when you came back home and why did you start cumming in them?" "Again, I just happened to notice a pair in the laundry and it brought all the old memories back and having not had sex for nearly a year I was horny. I was so horny that I was caught about to cum with nothing but your panties in my hand so I used them to catch my cum." "Did you ever consider having sex with me? "Not really. You are my mother and there are laws against it. But I'm sure you're aware that it is a fantasy common to most young men in the world." Mum smiled and nodded and then asked, "But some mothers and sons do choose to have sex with each other. What do you think about that? I thought about this for a few seconds before replying. "Well I can understand the role that genetics and mutations have played in creating the social stigma around sex within the immediate family. So if a parent and offspring are attempting to procreate, then I think it shouldn't be allowed. However, if a parent and offspring are engaging in sex for pleasure, with no desire for or likelihood of pregnancy then I think, why not." "So if I asked you to have sex with me because I wanted your child, would you have a problem with that?" "I'm not saying the fantasy side wouldn't overcome my common sense, but in principle I probably would have a problem." "But what if I asked you to have sex with me and I also told you that I was sterilised and couldn't get pregnant, and it was only for pleasure?" I looked Mum straight in the eyes and with an impish smile on my face I replied, "I'd probably tell you to get your knickers off and spread your legs, because I'm coming in." Mum laughed and her face flushed and I joined her in her laughter. Despite the laughter and my quip I still felt nervous about upsetting or alienating Mum, and nervous about blowing the chance of experiencing the sexual pleasures of the one woman in the world with which it was forbidden. After a few seconds we both stopped laughing and just stared at each other, then looking into my eyes Mum eventually said, "Rick, Darling. Thank you for being so honest with me. I'm still not decided on how far I want, or am prepared to go with this, but at least I know that when I make my decision, I'm confident that you will accept and understand it." I smiled at Mum but had the feeling that I wasn't going to fulfil my secret desire, but at least I know that I've brought some happiness and physical gratification to her with her panties. If that's all I get to do then, that's far more than most sons. Suddenly Mum spoke again, "About last night. There was an awful lot of semen in my panties, was that from one ejaculation?" This time without feeling embarrassed and not feeling my face flush, I truthfully replied, "I came in them twice." Mum looked at me quizzically. I continued, "After I came the first time I started thinking about what you might do with the panties and my cum and I got really hard again. I started masturbating again and within only a few more minutes I came a second time." Mum lowered her head and with her head still lowered she coyly looked at me and asked, "What did you think I did with my panties and your semen?" Realising that I could feel a stirring in my crotch which concerned me a little I thought about how honest I'd been and whether trying to hide my thoughts was the best course of action. I quickly decided that Mum had felt my erection last night when we hugged, so not to worry about getting one here, but honesty was going to be the only policy in answering this question. So with my growing confidence I replied, "My overall thoughts were that you would taste and swallow my cum, and that you would use it as a lubricant while you masturbated. I also thought you might either cover a couple of fingers with it and push them into your vagina, or you might just put your panties on and cover your pussy with my cum." Mum seemed to consider my answer and then smiled. "To be honest, Rick, I sort of did all of those. Would you like me to describe what I did? A little surprised I simply nodded, and was conscious that my shorts were being tented by a seriously stiff erection. Mum looked down at my shorts and smiled, then continuing, "Well, when I got my panties from the laundry basket I nearly came on the spot when I saw how much semen was in them. I picked them up and took them to my bedroom. My pussy was leaking like a burst water main by this time. "The first thing I did was stick my fingers in your cum and I tasted and swallowed a big dollop of it. When I did this I had an orgasm. I was so turned on. I then got a second dollop on my fingers and pushed them up into my pussy, and frigged myself to another orgasm. After that I put my panties on spreading your cum all over my pussy lips, and I spent a couple of hours just masturbating with your sloppy cum acting as a lubricant as I brought myself off to orgasm after orgasm. I probably came really hard eight or nine times before I eventually went to sleep." "Can I ask you something?" I asked. "Of course you can." "Were you so aroused because it was semen, or because it was my semen?" Mum thought for a few seconds and then replied, "Considering your honesty so far it's only fair I'm equally honest with you." She paused briefly then continued, "I'd have to say, that it was because it was your cum on my knickers, your cum that I'd tasted and pushed into my cunt and your cum that I spread all over my pussy." I was a little surprised hearing Mum use the word cunt, but I was excited that it was me that had turned her on. I then asked, "So where do we go from here?" Mum thought a little and eventually she answered, "I'm still not really sure. There is a part of me that just wants you to fuck the living daylights out of me, but the mother in me is scared that in doing so I might lose my son in the process. The mother in me is also telling me to put a stop to everything but I can't deny the pleasure we probably both got from last night." "So what do you want to do?" "From what you've told me you're attracted to the idea of us having sex, and I can tell you that it will only be for pleasure, because I have been sterilised. After having you the doctors told me that I could die if I got pregnant again. So if we stepped over the line it would be for sheer sexual pleasure. So does that make a difference to you?" "No difference to what I said earlier." Mum considered my reply for a few moments and then said, "Well it's up to me then. If I say no I'm sure you'll honour my decision and if I say yes I know I'm not going to be rejected." She paused again considering her next words, and then continued, "I'm not ready to decide yet but I'm going to go upstairs for a while and think about it." Mum uncrossed her legs giving me the briefest sight of her white panties. She got up and came over to me and kissed me on the forehead before going out into the hallway and upstairs. A great weight was lifted from me as the tension and nervousness of such an intimate conversation with my own mother had finally ended. I thought about what she had said and decided I would go out for the day and give her space and time while she made up her mind how our relationship would go from here. I know I just wanted her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it without knowing that it was also what she wanted. So I cleared up the plate and cups, went upstairs, showered and dressed, and went out for a few hours. Rick & Jess: Beginning Mind Made Up I'd gone to the cinema to kill a couple of hours or so and had done a bit of window shopping. Eventually, around 5:00pm, I decided to head back home and as I was heading back to my car I stopped at a flower stall and bought Mum a small bunch of flowers. I got into my car, wrote a message on the card. The message said, "Dear Mum, No matter what your decision, I will always love you. Your loving son, Rick xxx." Then I thought it a good idea to send a text to Mum's phone to let her know I'm on my way. Before I could start the car I received a reply text. It said, "Call me down when you get home. I think my mind is made up. Love Mum xxx." I drove home, not knowing what to think. I was excited because although Mum's text didn't say she would have sex with me, it also didn't say that she wouldn't. The anticipation was terrible, but thrilling, and by the time I got home I had the erection to end all erections. As I came into the house and closed the front door I noticed an envelope stuck to the door of my den. I stopped and read it. It said: My Darling Rick, I have made up my mind and I'd like to tell you over dinner. Please go up and change into some smart clothes. On the way to your room knock on my door and let me know you're home, but then please don't come down until I call you. Dinner will be at about 7pm. All my love, Mumxxx I stared at the letter and wondered why all the cloak and dagger stuff, but with the potential prize on offer I would be a fool not to play along. I popped into the kitchen and put the flowers on the table then went upstairs. I stopped outside of Mum's bedroom door and knocked. There was no reply. I knocked again and called, "Are you there, Mum. I'm home and I've seen the note." Mum's reply came from behind the door, "Thank you Sweetie, I'll call you for dinner when it's ready." I paused for a couple of seconds then decided to go and get ready. I made a bit of a performance of closing my bedroom door, then leaning against it I waited and listened. About a minute later Mum's door opened and I heard her go downstairs. I then decided to get ready and wait for her call. It took me about 45 minutes to shower and get ready then after about the same amount of time waiting there was a gentle knock on my door, and then Mum called through. "Rick?" "Yes." I replied. "Give me one minute then please come down and join me for dinner, it's in the dining room." "Ok." Then I heard Mum go back downstairs. Checking my watch it was 7:10pm and after waiting a minute I opened my door and headed downstairs. When I walked into the dining room I was presented with a sight I had rarely seen before. On the few previous occasions it was when Mum and Dad were going out somewhere special. Mum's hair was fluffed out and had more volume than it would normally have. She was wearing make-up which was unusual for her as she normally only wore eye liner and lipstick. Her black dress was strapless and low cut, so that her breasts bulged a little out of the top. It was well fitted, but not tight and drew in at the waste and flowed out over her hips running half way down her thighs to the hem. Her legs were clad in very sheer stockings and her 3-inch black stiletto heeled shoes bottomed off an amazingly sexy sight. Mum was smiling at me and smiling back at her I said, "You look absolutely beautiful. You look so sensual and sexy; I hope to God you're not showing me what I will be missing." Mum, reached out for me to join her and as I approached, she draped herself over me, in a loving embrace, kissed me warmly on my lips and then whispered in my ear, "Darling, I'm yours if you want me, but not until we've had dinner." Still in her embrace, my cock just went hard and pressed against her stomach. I then whispered back, "You don't know how happy that makes me. I love you Mum, and I want to make love to you." "Thank you Babe, I want to make love to you as well, but all in good time." She paused and then looking at the table, which drew my gaze to the vase of flowers where she was looking and she said, "Thank you for the flowers and the message. I am very touched." I kissed her again and held her tight to me. My hand wandered down her back and I grasped a handful of her rear. She groaned softly and returned the favour and then breaking the kiss she said, "Rick, please sit and I'll get dinner." I reluctantly pulled away and sat at the head of the table. Mum turned and headed for the kitchen. I watched her and her rear was perfect in that dress, as were her legs. I poured the wine and Mum brought dishes with potato, vegetables, lamb, mint sauce and a few other bits and pieces, and then sat to my right. The hem of her skirt raised a little showing more of her legs and I took in the view. "Rick?" she asked, bringing me back to reality. "Oh. Sorry Mum." I paused then added, "It looks good enough to eat. The food looks good too." I beamed at her. Mum laughed at my corny joke and play-punched me in the arm. I joined in laughing then she said, "Let's eat before the food gets cold." We got our food and chatted, and ate. The conversation was a little flirty, which we both enjoyed. We got through a bottle of wine before we finished and started on the gin and vodka before we eventually cleared the table and cleared the kitchen and headed into the lounge. I was walking behind Mum and couldn't get over how hot she was. We walked through into the lounge and I closed the door from the hallway and as I turned back Mum was stood in front of me. She was smiling seductively and she closed the very short gap between us and kissed me on the lips. It was a passionate lover's kiss with our lips parted and our tongues doing a tango in our mouths. Although we both had a drink in our hands our free hands were wandering over each other's body. Nothing too explicit, as it seemed that Mum wanted to take this evening slowly and not get carried away too quickly. She eventually broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, but with a warm smile formed on her red lips. I stole another quick kiss and Mum pulled herself away from me and she continued towards the sofa. She sat in the corner of the 3-seater, facing the centre of the room, and crossing her legs she sat back and closed her eyes. Would you put some music on please Sweetie?" she asked without opening her eyes. "Anything in particular?" I asked. "Just some soft background music would be fine." I found some appropriate music and put it on. Then I joined Mum and sat at the other end of the sofa, and faced her. "I can't get over how beautiful you are. If you went out like that you wouldn't still be on your own." "Thank you Darling," she replied. Then looking up at me, she continued, "I'm glad I didn't though, because I might not have been able to save myself for you." We smiled at each other then suddenly Mum stood and said, "I'm feeling a little constricted and warm, would you be so good as to undo my dress please." She stood up and turned her back towards me allowing me to see the zip. I stood up and as I grasped the zip Mum said, "I want you to understand, Rick. If you undo my zip we will go to bed together tonight and you will fuck me and fill my cunt with your cum." Hearing Mum speak so lewdly was arousing and contemplating what she had said, I replied, "I can't think of a better way to end the night; except to do it more than once." With that I drew the zip down, undoing Mum's dress. Mum turned back around to face me, holding her dress to prevent it from falling. She waited, then I realised she wanted me to sit back down which I did. Without taking her eyes from mine, Mum very seductively lowered her dress to reveal a black strapless bra, which might as well not have been there, as her nipples were clearly visible through the ultra-sheer material. The dress continued to drop revealing her chest and waist, where her matching lacy suspender belt came into view. Still lower, revealing her equally sheer matching panties. I could easily see the short well trimmed triangle of hair pointing down towards the heart of her womanhood. Then as the tops of her milky thighs came into view she dropped the dress revealing her stockinged legs covered with the sheer material, held up by the straps from her suspender belt. Mum stepped out of the crumpled dress and picked it up and placed it on the arm of the sofa, she then turned back to me and stood allowing me to drown myself in the beauty of a woman so sexual it was almost too much to bear. I took in the view of her in the sheerest of lingerie, starting from her toes to her head. Then my gaze rested on her face and I looked into her eyes and smiled. Mum smiled back and started to slowly turn around giving me a show of her whole body. As she got side on, it was plain to see that her nipples were very erect and pushing hard against the gauze-like bra material. Her back was flawless and her rear taught, and not the rear of a 43 year-old woman. Her legs were firm and very well toned and the seams on the back of her stockings were straight and highlighted the length of her legs. She eventually stopped facing me again and smiled. I was in awe. All I could think to say was, "Goddess." "You approve then?" Mum asked, wanting to confirm my adoration of such beauty. "Mum, if you were only half as beautiful as you are I'd be the happiest man in the world." Mum laughed a little, and then came towards me and kissed me passionately on the lips. Breaking the kiss she said, "All in good time Darling. Let's enjoy the evening and the anticipation. Then patting the bulge in my trousers she added, "I'm glad to see someone else approves." "Who wouldn't," I laughed as Mum backed toward the other end of the sofa then she sat back almost facing me. She put her left leg up, resting against the back of the sofa and her right foot was on the floor, opening herself fully to my gaze. She took her glass from the table and lifted towards me and said, "A toast." I took my drink and presented it to her. Then she said, "To us, and to the forbidden fruit of a mother and a son." We both drank and just sat and listened to the music and immersed ourselves in the moment. Eventually a question that had been bouncing around my head all evening demanded my attention. I eventually broke into the music and asked, "Mum, what eventually made you decide to have sex with me? Looking like that you could probably have any man on the planet, but you still chose the one man you couldn't, or at least shouldn't have." Mum thought for a few moments and then replied, "I need someone to love me. If I went dating, looking for someone, I couldn't guarantee that I would find a man that loved me. Lusted after me, no doubts, but love is a difficult thing to find. I'm also excited by the unobtainable, and it seemed that with you confirming your willingness to ignore society's taboos I had the perfect person. You're my son, whom I love unconditionally, but you are a person with whom I'm not allowed to enjoy the physical love I so miss. The combination of the 2 is just too good to pass up." "I never realised you were that lonely." "What you don't know about mothers is that like most sons fantasise about their mothers, most mother's secretly desire and fantasise about having sex with their sons as well." "Really! I didn't know that." "Mothers, in the vast majority of cases, are also wives and having a husband around will always tend to quell any desire for their sons. So when you were younger, I still felt the same about you, but Dad was around to satisfy my need for emotional and physical love." "So Dad stopped you from lusting after me?" "In a way. Having him love me, and me loving him meant that I didn't think about you very often, but now and again the little thought and wish would pop into my head and I would think about what it would be like to have you slide your hard cock into me and fill me with your cum." "God, Mum, that's so hot." "I know," she replied, smiling. Then she ran her fingers over her breast, flicking her nipples and then ran them down her stomach and rubbed her pussy, all the while looking straight into my eyes. "Baby, Mummy wants to be hugged, why don't we dance?" I got up and offered my hand which she took and we moved to the open part of the lounge and slow danced to the music. After a few minutes Mum whispered in my ear, "Can I take your shirt off so that I can feel you bare skin on mine?" I pulled away from her slightly and allowed her to unbutton my shirt. She pulled it open as much as she could then I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and once topless I moved back towards her. At this point she took my hand and placed it firmly on her breast, then held it there. She also started to grind her pelvis into me putting more pressure on my still erect penis. Mum was upping the tempo, and I had already decided that I would let her set the pace. Mainly because she just seemed to know how to extract the maximum excitement from each moment. We danced for a while then Mum pulled away and whispered, "Thank you Darling," then she turned back towards the sofa. As she walked I reached out and ran my hand over her rear and to my surprise she moaned softly then stopped. I thought I'd gone further than she wanted me to for a second before I watched her adjust her stance with her feet apart. I slid my hand between her legs and got my first feel of Mum's pussy, and she was soaking wet. Not only was her pussy and panties soaked, but the insides of her thighs were also wet with her juices. Mum pushed her pussy harder into my hand to show that she wanted me to stimulate her there, but it was only a short while before she stood back up straight. I removed my hand and Mum turned and kissed me. She broke the kiss and said, "Thank you Baby. Now your hand is all wet, perhaps you'd like to lick it?" I raised my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers and hand. The taste and smell was almost overpowering as I experienced Mum's sexual aroma, fresh and first hand, rather than on the dried gusset of her panties. We went back to the sofa she still sat in the corner on an angle but this time she got me to sit next to her and she put her left leg over my lap. The most comfortable place for my hands was on her leg, so I began running my hands up and down her legs. Mum relaxed back and closed her eyes. Each time my hand went up her leg I went a little further, towards her bare skin. Mum seemed to be quivering slightly under my light touch, but gave an obvious shiver as my fingers touched her bare inner thigh. My fingers were only a few inches from her panties but I avoided the desire to go straight there. Mum's breathing was harsh and laboured, as my hand and fingers went down and up, each time closer to the prize I sought. Eventually my fingers reach the junction between her legs and her crotch and I let the back of my hand gently run across the little nub of her clit. Mum jumped and shook and sucked in air. The next time I pushed a finger down across her pussy then ran it up her slit to her clit, causing Mum to jump and shake again. I continued doing that for a few minutes with Mum getting more and more aroused and stimulated. All of a sudden she sat forward, and brought her mouth to my ear then very shakily said, "Darling I'm so close. Rub my clit. Make me cum." I concentrated my efforts on her pussy and her clit and rubbed and flicked it through the thin material. Mum was moaning and panting and she was tilting her hips to try and intensify my stimulation. All of a sudden she stiffened then shook and she gave out a long, "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg," before gasping and grabbing my face and clamping her lips onto mine. She was almost animal-like as she tried to reach down my throat with her tongue, but as the intensity of her orgasm subsided she just hugged into me until she recovered. "Are you ok?" I asked, with her still clinging to me. She pulled away from me and looked up at me, her face, neck and chest very flushed and looking a little sheepish she replied, "I think I'm more than ok. If you can do that to me by just rubbing my clit, I'm going to be passing out when we finally make love." "Do you want to know something?" I asked. Mum just smiled at me. "You look even more beautiful than you already are after you cum." Mum lowered her eyes briefly then looked up and said, "That's because it's you making me cum my love." "I nearly had an orgasm myself watching you. I was so wrapped up in your pleasure that I nearly lost control." "In that case Darling I think we should go up to bed. I have a better use for your cum than sucking it off the inside of your pants." With that we both got up and headed out of the lounge. I followed Mum up the stairs watching her body move seductively as she climbed exaggerating her hip movements. I reached up and put my hand between her legs and Mum laughed, stopped briefly and wiggled her rear at me. I took my hand away and realised that it was so wet, it was almost as if I'd put it under a running tap. "I can't believe how wet you are." Mum looked back smiling and said, "That's because my son has been playing with my pussy making it gush." Losing Our Virginity Mum opened her bedroom door and standing in the doorway she turned toward me. She put her arms up around my neck and reached up and kissed me. As she broke the kiss she said, "Richard, my stud of a son, would you please come into my bedroom and fuck Mummy." She looked so wanton saying that and I just smiled and nodded my head. She took my hand, turned and led me into her 'lair', switching on her lights, dimmed to a soft warm glow, and then closing the door behind us. I took her into my arms and holding her tightly I kissed her deeply. The kiss went on and on for several minutes as our journey to the forbidden flesh began. Eventually we parted and Mum brought me to the centre of the room. She stood admiring my torso then softly said, "You've been very patient and allowed me to tease you and heighten the excitement that I feel and I hope you feel as well. I know there comes a point where a man simply has to cum and I want to make sure you don't pass that point before I'm ready. Would you take your shoes off please Darling?" I nodded and slipped my shoes off my feet. "Give me your foot." Mum demanded, which on doing she simply removed my sock. Then she did the same with my other foot. Mum then knelt in front of me and asked, "May I take off your trousers?" "I would like that very much," I replied. She undid the belt and the button, and then slid the zip down. As she was doing this her hand was knocking against my still erect cock. She pulled my trousers down and I stepped out of them. Mum then asked, "May I take your pants off?" I smiled and said, "Yes." She gripped the waistband and started to pull them down. My cock, being pushed down with the garment made it a little difficult so Mum pulled the front of my pants away from my body allowing my cock to free itself from its confinement. She pulled my pants to the floor and I stepped out of them as well and stood naked for my mother. Mum stood up and kissed me and said, "Rick, you are a handsome man and you have a beautiful cock. It will be my pleasure to pleasure you and your cock." She kissed me again and leading me to her bed she said, "Lay down my love." I got on the bed and lay on my back; Mum laid next to me and kissed me again. "Are you comfortable?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Good, I want to give this gift to you, so just enjoy it and let things happen in their own good time. Don't worry about telling me when you're about to cum. I will know anyway. Let me just pleasure you."