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S'wrong Son

By: bedwards43



Many thanks to those who've viewed, voted, commented and Pm'd me about my previous submissions. I never thought that they'd become so important to me.  

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"It's been a great night," I said to myself, "a really good night, and I'm just about ready for bed." 

It was one thirty a.m. my sister, my brother and their families had left before midnight as they had small kids to consider, and the last of the guests for my father's forty sixth birthday celebrations had left a half an hour ago, leaving the back garden looking like a bomb had hit it. I'd spent the past fifteen minutes picking up the rubbish, and was now almost finished.

I picked up the last half eaten plate of food, threw the scraps on the lawn saying, "that's for you Bozo, and it's all you're getting tomorrow since you've eaten enough for four dogs tonight."

Bozo raised his head, showing only mild interest in whatever it was that I'd thrown onto the ground, before falling back down and starting the process of going back to sleep. What a difference to the attack dog that he normally was, who from the first scent of food treated anyone trying to eat it as his sworn enemy, even knocking over a young boy tonight who'd had the audacity to think that the sausage in his hand, was actually his. 

Bozo was a Labrador who despite our attempts to put him on diet still seemed to get fatter every day. Now, he just couldn't even be bothered getting up to look at what it was that had fallen into what was nominally his exclusive territory. Anything that fell into it was his, animal, vegetable or mineral, it didn't matter to him, he had his reputation to defend, so he'd make a very serious attempt to eat it, or at least bury it

I turned off the outside lights, closed the patio door and the curtains, then turned to see my mother with her elbows on the bench top, her face in her hands, and her eyes closed. She'd had just a little too much to drink, she wasn't drunk, but she was what you might call, 'relaxed and mellow.'

I looked across into the lounge room to see the birthday boy asleep on the couch. He was super relaxed and more than just mellow, he'd had more to drink than he should have. He was drunk, and likely to stay on the couch for the next few hours.

Richard Angus Martin the Third, known when he was in the good books as Richard The Third, and when he wasn't, as Richard The Turd. Mostly he was called Richard The Turd, or simply just, The Turd, and he'd managed to wipe himself out, again.

I looked back at Mum, who still hadn't opened her eyes, went to the bench top facing her, put my elbows onto it, and softly placed my forehead against hers. She opened her eyes slowly, pulled back to allow them to focus properly, and then seeing that it was me, smiled and returned her forehead to be against mine before closing her eyes again.

What she hadn't realised was that as she'd moved away from me, I'd put my hands onto her forearms, so that when she'd moved back, her breasts had landed nicely on top of the backs of my hands, she didn't notice. 

"Been a good night Ma."

"Mmmm, it certainly has, where's Richard The Turd?"

"Passed out on the couch."

"Good."

"Good?"

"He won't annoy me."

"Doing what?"

"He thinks because it's his birthday, that he's going to get sex, but I really am too tired tonight. Normally I'd be good to go, but this party has taken so much to organise, it's drained me." Still with her forehead against mine she yawned to prove the point.

"So do you want me to turn everything off so that you can go to bed now?"

"Yes please hun, give your old Mum a goodnight kiss, and I'll shuffle off." For all of this time, I'd been quite enjoying the feelings of her nice heavy breasts on my hands. Mum had quite a pretty face, but the thing that attracted men to her was her body, nicely shaped solid breasts, envious women might say they were a little too big, but what would they know? She also had a really tight arse, and killer legs, that is if their eyes got that far south.

Mum inclined her head to the left and my lips lightly brushed against hers, she mustn't have felt the kiss as she stayed in the same position waiting. So I moved my mouth back onto hers and kissed her again, a little harder this time.

I'd kissed her many times before, but for the first time ever I noticed how soft her lips were. Mum made no attempt to move her mouth away from mine, so I continued to kiss her. After about ten seconds of this, her lips started to move as she responded to mine on them.

Another ten seconds later they were still pressing against mine, neither of us made any attempt to involve the tongue, it was just the lips. I wondered how long she'd allow this to go on for, as she seemed to be in no hurry to bring it to an end. It went on for what must have been at least a full minute when she realised what we were doing. Slowly she pulled her head back a fraction, so that I could still feel her breath against my mouth as she spoke. With her eyes only half opened she said, "this's nice," returned her lips to mine, closed her eyes, and recommenced the kiss.

The kiss was slow and languid, like launching a canoe into a slow flowing river that just drifted along at its very own pace through fields of flowers. There was no hurry with the river, and no hurry with our kiss.

It was about a minute later that she again moved back a few inches, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I again could feel her breath on my mouth.

I grinned, shrugged, and with a show of bravado said, "Oh I've been seeing an older woman for a little while now, she's addicted to kissing, and if I don't get it right the first time, well, she makes me do it over until I do."

"Wow, an older woman, so who is she, do I know her?"

"That's our secret, and of course a gentleman never tells." The reason that I couldn't tell her was that it was Jane Clarke who lived in the street behind us, and a few doors along. I wasn't sure what Mums thoughts would be about that, as her husband was off in Antarctica studying penguins, or ice flow, or something like that.

Jane told me that he'd given her permission to be with someone else if she needed to, as she was always ready for sex. According to her anyway, he knew that she wouldn't be able to go without it for the entire twelve months that he'd be away, and so him telling her not to, would have only been ignored anyway. From the first time that we were together, it was obvious that she was never going to be able to go that long without sex, and I actually convinced myself that I was doing something for him, as at least I wasn't trying to take her from him permanently.

"Mmmm, you'll have to introduce me to her, if she kisses that well, I might just try playing for the other team...where's The Turd?"

"Unconscious, why?"

"You sure?"

I moved my head to see him, nodded yes at her, and moved my face back to be about two inches away from hers.

"Good," and with that she moved her mouth forward the required two inches so that it once again reconnected with mine. This time she wanted to be in control so that she became much more aggressive, totally outside of the parameters of soft and sensual that had guided our first kisses.

I pulled back, she looked surprised, "what?"

"Mum you need to kiss as if you're sampling a fine wine, just using your lips and your tongue. At the moment it feels as if you're eating a Big Mac."

Her eyes were glazed as she moved her mouth back towards mine, and just before they met, said softly, "it's been a while since anyone's eaten my Big Mac."

Her eyes closed just a split second before our lips touched, but mine didn't, they were wide open in shock at what I'd just heard her say. 

What the hell was I supposed to read into that? 

She seemed to slide right back into the soft and sensual very easily, she was obviously affected by alcohol, and most likely wouldn't remember much in the morning. But if she did, she'd likely be horrified by her actions.

I was enjoying kissing my Mum. I'd never ever considered her as someone who'd actually be good to kiss, or someone who would enjoy being kissed, and certainly not by her son.

She made no attempt to pull away, as we launched another canoe into the river, and allowed it float along with us in it, so I let it go on for as long as she wanted. She was enjoying our shared moment, and so who was I to deny her the pleasure of a simple kiss?

Soon she was pushing her mouth harder against mine and moving her jaw slightly. Nothing outlandish, nothing overt, but soft and sensual seemed to do it for her, now that she'd accepted that that was the way that it had to be.

I pulled away very slightly from her, but she was having none of that, and her mouth followed mine, pushing firmly to ensure that she quickly established contact again. Now I became aware that she was making small sounds of appreciation in the back of her throat. 

This was starting to become interesting, very interesting indeed.

As I pushed back at her, I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit it ever so lightly, I felt her tongue slide across my top lip, curl up and run over my teeth. I continued to bite, and then stretch her lip as far as it'd go before letting it go, and then reclaiming it again several times. She seemed to not really be aware of what was happening, as for the whole time she was making those noises in her throat.

Softly at first my father stated to snore, softly, and then louder and louder. Until my mother became aware of it, pulling sharply away from me. I opened my eyes and a second later, she did also. It was as if Dad was protecting his property, right at the moment that she was showing signs of really enjoying it, he'd broken the spell, and once that'd happened, it was going to be hard to rekindle the flame.

She was frozen like a rabbit caught in the spotlight, her face away from mine now. She was blinking her eyes quite wildly, and I think that she was trembling just a little. She shook her head as if to wake herself from a dream. As the snoring got louder, she became more and more aware of her situation, and continued to move away from me.

Mum then became aware that her breasts were resting on the tops of my hands, and that my thumbs had slid up and were resting on her nipples, well not actually resting, more like rubbing them softly...and also pressing them down so that they sprung up hard and erect every time my thumbs released them. Her nipples, buttons that were visible most of the time anyway, had responded to the stimulation, and were showing real signs of being interested.

"No Alex, s'wrong."

I shook my head, "no it isn't, you're enjoying it?"

"No I'm not, you've taken advantage of me, I'm very drunk and you shouldn't have done that." She was lying of course, it was a classic case of someone refusing to accept responsibility for their actions, and blaming anyone but themselves. 

She was lying, but her nipples weren't.

At this point, Dad let out one of his best snores, which you thought might have even rattled the windows. She moved further away, the moment was clearly over, the mood was lost, and our little escapade had come to a screeching halt.

Mum continued to move backwards still shaking her head, and now nervously wringing her hands. I had no idea what I was supposed to say, and stood quite still, just holding her gaze.

"No," she said sharply, "it is wrong." Then turning away, she cast a glance at my father and walked unsteadily to the stairs, supporting herself on any items of furniture as she passed them.

I let her get out of sight before adjusting the erection that seemed to have arrived unannounced. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I knew for sure that mine was racing. What'd happened did so at the speed of light, one moment I was standing there with my forehead against hers, and the next I was kissing my own Mother, stretching her bottom lip with my teeth, and of course, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.

I went and sat in a chair with a glass of water, running things over and over in my mind. The whole thing was a blur, and yet it was so clear as to what'd happened. What was also clear was that I wanted it to happen again. As I sat there I could still feel her lips contact on mine, and her nipples under my thumbs. I of course, still had an erection to assist with the memories.

There seemed to be no reason to sit there forever, as it was almost two a.m. so I thought that I should go to bed. I made sure that all the doors were locked, turned out all the lights except one for Dad. Then after standing there looking down at him, wondering what might have happened if he hadn't disturbed us by snoring as he did. "Bastard," I shot out, as I threw a rug over him, and followed Mum up the stairs. 

When I got to her door it wasn't quite closed, but the room was in darkness. I walked on to my own room, closed the door and after turning on the light, stripped down to my underwear. After sitting on my bed for about a minute, I said to no one in particular, "no damn it, I won't let it end like this, she was as involved in it as I was, and I'm not going to wear the blame on my own."

I walked back to her room, my father was now snoring like a world's champion, so I thought that he wasn't going to come up and disturb us anytime soon.

Pushing open the door, with the light from my room behind me I could see that she was facing away. I went around to face her, she could see me, but her face was in the shadows. I knew that she had to be awake, there was too much emotion in what'd happened just moments ago, for her to have gone to sleep so soon.

"Mum."

"Go away."

"No, there's something that you need to know, I never set out to kiss you like that, it just started, and then assumed a life of its own. I know that you may have had a bit to drink, but so have I. You aren't so drunk though that you didn't know what we were doing. Be honest with me please, admit that you're angry at yourself for the way that it developed, and also angry, because you enjoyed my kissing you more than you should have done, isn't that correct?"

"Go away and leave me alone."

"I'll go away and leave you alone, when you admit that there were two of us down there, and we both enjoyed it. Admit that and I'll go away as you ask, but you did enjoy it didn't you?"

She was silent, the only sound, that of her breathing.

"Admit it and I'll go."

Still she was silent, I waited, but she said nothing.

"Mum I need some honesty from you, I'm not going to take advantage of you now, but you need to accept that what happened tonight is a shared responsibility, we were both there, it wasn't just my fault." I moved my mouth to where it just touched her ear, and whispered, "you did enjoy me kissing you didn't you Mum?"

Still there was silence.

"Didn't you Mum?"

There was another short silence, and then in a whisper came the word that I wanted to hear.

"Yes."

"Good, now at least we can accept that it wasn't something that was wrong."

"But it was wrong, I'm your mother, we shouldn't be doing that, and you shouldn't have touched my breasts as you did."

I ignored the point about her breasts, as that probably was taking advantage of her, and I couldn't win an argument on that front anyway. But my thought is that when you're confronted by temptation, the best way to make it go away, is to give into it and the temptation will go away, and so that's what I'd done.

"Mum, we did kiss, and we both enjoyed it, so let's accept what happened. It can't be wrong when two people who love each other as much as we do, show each other affection, it just can't be wrong."

She didn't answer me.

"You do love me as much as I love you, don't you Mum?"

There was of course only one answer that she could give. "Yes, of course I love you, but it shouldn't be in that way though, it just cannot be that way, ever."

"Alright, but are we ok now mum?"

After another long awkward silence, she gave a sigh of resignation, "ok, yes of course, but that can't happen again."

I slipped my hand under the blankets and found hers curled up between her breasts, her fingers grasped mine eagerly, probably so that she was able to control what I could and couldn't touch.

"Are you sure that we're ok now mum?"

She nodded, and then realising that in the dark I may not be able to see, softly said, "yes, yes we are." She seemed slightly happier now.

"Good, then can I get a goodnight kiss before I go?"

"Get out," she sighed, shaking her head, "you just don't give up do you?"

Slowly, I moved my mouth down to where I thought hers was, and with my chin, moved her face around so that eventually I found what I was seeking. Her lips were still as soft and warm as I remembered them. I persisted, and she began to respond. Her tongue was the one to break through those lips, and in only a few short seconds, we were back, almost as we'd been downstairs.

Soon she was moaning that soft, soft sound, and she was now the one pushing her face against mine. Somehow one of the fingers being held in her hand found its way to freedom, and wrapped itself around a very hard, erect nipple, which responded to the pressure applied to it.

Then I felt her hands pushing me away, "please stop, you said you wouldn't take advantage of me if I was honest with you, please keep your word, don't make me regret my honesty."

Before I could reply, I became aware of my fathers footsteps on the stairs, he mustn't have been as drunk, or as asleep, as I'd thought that he was.

I jumped to my feet making for the door, but was too late to get out of the room. Just as the door opened, I was only able to slip behind it hoping that he didn't turn on the light. Mum for her part didn't move, just lying there as if asleep. It was silly really, as I could have said that I'd just popped in to say goodnight to Mum, and nothing more would have been thought of it. But I didn't, feeling guilty about what had happened, and the thoughts that I was having, I hid from him, and it was my guilt that made me do so.

Thankfully he didn't turn the light on, but pushing the door almost shut staggered in the dark until he found the bed. Sitting on it he commenced to undress whilst mumbling to himself about things only he could understood.

Thankfully, the room was in total darkness so he couldn't see me, nor I him.

He dropped his shoes noisily onto the floor, and climbed into bed. Just as I thought that I'd try to sneak out, maybe twenty seconds or so later, Mum said, "please Rich, not now I'm very tired."

"Jesus babe, you're so wet, you must have been waiting for me to come up, don't tell me you're too tired, you must have been thinking about what I was going to do to you." 

Dad's words told me exactly where his fingers were.

"Please not now." was her somewhat unconvincing response, which was followed shortly by the sounds that I'd heard coming from her throat just a few short minutes ago, not as loud, but they were there. I wondered if she knew that I was still in the room, maybe she thought that it was better to let him have her, rather than running the risk of him turning on the light.

Other than sticking his finger in her, there didn't seem to be anything else in the way of foreplay, but she was moaning softly, which said that she was ready for him anyway. So after some rustling of the sheets, it was clear that he was on top and inside her. 

The noises which followed had no other interpretation than that they were having sex.

Dad was grunting, Mum was still moaning so softly that I could only just hear her, and I was standing alongside the door with an erection that was starting to burst. As he thrust harder into her it was obvious that both of them were close to coming. Not thinking of the consequences, I brought my cock out of my briefs, and with only a few strokes, fired off streams of goo across the room. It landed with a soft dull sound onto the carpet. At the same time as I came, my mother did also, her sounds were muffled as though she had her face pressed into his shoulder to suppress them, and within a few seconds, Dad fired his load into her. Mums climax was very muted as if to reduce the noise level, as I was sure that she knew I was still in the room. Dad of course made no attempt to hide the sounds of his pleasure, he was just noisy. I'd heard noises in the night before, so this wasn't new, just louder, and far more stimulating to actually be there in the room, even if I couldn't see them.


S'wrong Son Ch. 02



I didn't intend to do a sequel to this submission, but the demand was...well, demanding, enjoy.

*****

As I walked behind mum, my eyes fell down to her rear end which looked just as good naked as it did clothed. I couldn't resist reaching forward to cup her right cheek in my hand as she walked. She turned, gave me a spectacular smile, and wiggled her bum in my hand.

When we got to their bathroom, she turned and said, "I need a pee first," then went to sit down, but I grabbed her, "not yet ma."

Her eyes opened wider, "Alex, I need to go, and I need to go now. Darling, when ladies have had babies, they need to pee when they need to pee, not when it suits one of those who've caused the problem in the first place." 

"Not yet," I said, holding her arm tightly with one hand and turning on the shower with the other.

"Oh great pal, I need to pee, and you start the water running, I hope you're prepared to mop up the mess that I'm about to make."

I ignored her until the water temperature was right, and then pulled her into the shower, closing the door behind us. Her eyes were wide and a grin was dominating her face.

I dropped to my knees and said, "you can let it go now."

"I don't think that I can with you watching me."

"Yes you can, because we're staying here until you do."

It took a while but eventually it got the better of her and she had to let go. After a few seconds I spread her thighs wider so that I had a better view of it flowing out, and then slipped first one, and then a second finger inside her. Her hips moved out to welcome my fingers, needless to say she was wet, and they encountered no resistance at all. The yellow liquid was now running down my arm and into the shower base.

"You're sick, you know that don't you?"

I nodded, overly enthusiastically. "Yeh, yeh, yeh."

"Is that something else that you've learned from this woman of yours?"

Again I nodded, just as hard as before. "Yeh, yeh, yeh."

"Is she as sick as you?"

"Yes, and I just happen to be a very willing student."

She rolled her eyes to the heavens, pulled me to my feet, and then put her head onto my shoulder. She nestled into my neck, her hips were moving, and it was clear that she was on the way again as my fingers did the work that fingers do. But I had other plans for her, so I removed my fingers, she showed her displeasure saying, "do you mind, I was enjoying that."

"My turn now." As I stood back taking my cock in my hand and pointing it at her.

Her eyes went wide with alarm,"Alex don't you dare do it on me." She tried to get to the door, but I held it closed. Then it was too late, as the stream started to flow from me, I directed it at her feet first, and then started moving it higher. Mum moved her feet apart, "don't do it on me, you shit." But she was laughing as she said it. As the stream moved higher, she got on to the tips of her toes to get away from it, holding her hands palms down, to shield her from the spray. 

"Don't, don't, don't you dare," but her smile and her eyes said something else.

Did some go on her? Yes of course, an amount would have had to have, it wasn't deliberate, and I did stop the main stream before it reached the tops of her legs, but urine from a penis goes everywhere, she must have felt it, but said nothing. In fact from the look in her eyes, I think that she welcomed the feel of it on her. 

I was a little disappointed though as I'd hoped that she would have let it hit her hand, as I'd done with hers. 

Next time maybe? Because there would I hoped, be a next time.

"Mum we need to get clean now and we can continue this in bed, ok?"

"Ok, but only if you wash me."

"Ok, but only if you'll wash me too."

"Deal." We shook hands very formally.

So we started to wash each other, which of course turned into foreplay, complete with, as you would expect, a very slow, soft, but non the less, very passionate kiss. I really loved the way that her breasts, wet from the shower water, slid against mine. As I broke the kiss, it was clear that Mum wasn't the one controlling the situation, as she again showed her displeasure, "why did you stop?" 

"We need to dry ourselves."

Mum still wasn't happy until I said, "the sooner we're dry, the sooner we'll be in bed." 

That brought the smile back to her face, so then we started to dry each other, which of course again turned into foreplay, complete with, as you would expect another very slow, soft, but non the less, very passionate kiss with Mums arms around my neck, and those lovely wet breasts again slipping across me. At this point I abandoned the drying process, sliding my hands under her cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Mum then wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her like that to their bed, my cock sliding up and down the crease of her arse as we went.

We ended up collapsing onto the bed still welded together by her arms and legs around me, from there it was easy to slide back into the kiss, the beautiful, long, soft, and drawn out kiss, our canoe launched once again into the slowly flowing river. As the kiss drew to an end and I pulled away from her, Mum put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "kiss me, there"

I was about to say that I had just kissed her, when her hands on the top of my head pushing me down her body showed me what it was that she wanted kissing. I moved down to her breasts and those bullet nipples. I sucked on them quite hard for a while and then after enclosing her left breast in both my hands and squeezing it tightly to make the nipple stand out even further, I ran it between my teeth, biting quite hard. It must have been painful for her, but in any sexual situation the divide between pain and pleasure can be blurred. The noises she made indicated which side of the divide Mum was resident in at this time.

I ran my teeth down her nipple for a second, third and fourth time, before turning my attention to her right breast, again squeezing it hard in both hands. A soft, "no," came from her mouth as I ran my teeth down this nipple even harder than the one before. I thought that the word wasn't meant as a deterrent, otherwise why did she put her hand onto the back of my head, and grind my face into her breast, every time I ran my teeth down her nipple?

She again moaned, this time a word that I couldn't quite hear as I went back to her left breast. I rolled my body off hers as I worked on that breast, and looked down to see that her legs were quite wide apart, and she was moving her hips upwards, searching for some form of contact, presumably with anything available. Carefully I let go with one of my hands, repositioning it in the air, to just a half an inch above her slit. The more that I ran my teeth down her nipple, the more her hips raised up looking for contact.

Mum was now moaning continuously, pleading, as she sought some relief from the pressure building within her. I knew when I heard her say, "please," that she was getting into a good place, a place where it was just a short step to her release.

Another, "please," more demanding this time, was followed by a third more drawn out and insistent use of the word. I knew that this was the time, and so softly I ran my finger slowly along the entire length of her vagina. She drew in a sharp breath, firing her hips up higher, and pushing my face as hard as she could into her breast. I could feel her hot breath on the side of my face as she said, "touch me again baby, please, touch me there again."

She was at that point again were she was now begging for release, the time in the shower, the washing and drying of each other, had in fact been one long foreplay which had bought her to this point where she was now ready, not just ready, but demanding of her pleasure..

Again, and then for a third time, I ran my finger slowly along the opening, which brought from her the same responses of moaning, writhing and demands for release. Could I make her come for me as she'd done before in my bed, and if I did would it be too much for her to take?

Wanting to make it as good as I could for her, I withdrew my fingers and went back to just kissing and licking her, she moaned her discontent, her hips once again seeking intrusion into her private space.

The thought uppermost in my mind was, is this going to be a once only thing, I knew that I'd want her again, and again into the future, and I worried that maybe in the cold light of day, she may think, what the fuck have I done. Would that then be the end of it?

So once again I brought her to the point of, 'almost there', and then withdrew, then again, and then again for what would be the last time, as she could stand it no longer, and grabbing my hand, thrust it into her time and time again, as hard as she could, just like a dildo. 

As Mum came, the obscenities of orgasm spurted from her mouth, reverberating around the room, until there was nothing at all, only the sounds of silence in which even the slightest noise was magnified a thousand times. It was broken intermittently by her erratic gasping for breath, and the hard banging of her heart. My head was on her breast and so it was transmitted directly into my ear. 

This was the mother that I'd never seen, I actually wondered if anyone else had ever seen her like this. She was clearly not as out to it as she'd been the previous night, as she soon started to move, rolling over until she was enveloped in my arms. As she did she started to sob ever so softly.

"Mum, what's wrong?"

Still she continued to cry.

"Are you alright, did I hurt you?"

She raised herself up on one elbow as her tears fell onto my chest.

"No darling, it was so beautiful, I've been thinking about this all week, I knew that it was going to happen. After Wednesday at the movies, it's all that I've had in my mind. I thought it was going to be good between us, but the reality far outstripped my expectations. I feel like I've been reborn, but please tell me that I'm not just a..." she paused for a moment, "I'm not just another fuck to you, am I, I know all about every boy wanting his mother, and I hope it's not a one night stand, you know, just another notch on the old six shooter?"

"Mum, the problem you've got is that now I've had you, I'm going to want you again, morning, noon and night, I want to get you to the point that you tell me that you can't make love again because you're just too sore."

Laughing she pushed me back down and put her head onto my chest saying, "I've thought about nothing else but this with you since Wednesday, I've been so turned on, I think that if any man had even touched me I would have raped him, I was so ready all the time. I'm so sorry I didn't let you have me after the movies." 

She raised her eyes and looked at me, "do you realise just how close you came to taking me then. All the way home I was trying to find a way to avoid us having a good night kiss, because if we had, there would have been no fight in me, none at all, I would have been yours on the floor, or anywhere you wanted me. 

"Was it worth waiting for?"

"You be the judge," as she settled down in my arms, and eventually we must have drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke we were cupped into each other, Mum was still asleep and at some point during the night, one of us had pulled up the blankets, so that I was quite warm, but had a burning desire to empty my bladder.

As I came back from the bathroom, Mum had rolled over onto her back, but was still asleep. I stood over her just looking, her chest was rising and falling slowly. I reached down, gripped the blankets and carefully slid them all the way off her so that she was now naked.

Both hands were on her stomach, one slightly above the other, her head was to her left and her hair was all over her face and the pillow. I looked at the clock, six twenty three, the sun was up giving me enough light to see her clearly. She looked so small and vulnerable lying there. I must admit that I got quite emotional looking at her, she was completely at my mercy, she'd committed herself to me in a way that very few mothers ever have to their sons. It wasn't a sexual commitment alone, although that was at least a part of it, but the emotional aspect was a separate issue again, and cannot be understood by anyone who has never been in our situation. 

Why you may ask did I get emotional about her lying there? Simply put, just as she'd made her commitment to me, I realised that I'd made the same commitment to her, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to walk away from what had happened between us last night, and again just now. The future was going to be very interesting indeed.

I allowed my eyes and my thoughts to return to my mother lying there, her feet were apart, and her right leg slightly bent at the knee, so that as I moved to the end of her bed, her most intimate place was on show. I've never studied the body of a sleeping woman so closely before, and I wondered, was it normal for the lips to be open when she slept, as hers were, there also appeared to be some wetness glistening in there for me.

My moving back to stand alongside her shoulders must have disturbed her, as she drew in a deep breath, let it out, and then stretched sensually, like the feline that she is.

"Did you enjoy the view darling?" She knew what I'd been doing.

I nodded.

She looked at my cock, now semi erect only some twelve inches away from her face.

"And I'm enjoying my view too." She said, as I moved it a little closer to her mouth. "You want me to suck it don't you?" 

Not believing where this was going, I was only able to eagerly nod my response.

She raised herself up onto one elbow, leaned across and planted a kiss onto the end of it, then looked up at me saying, "you need to know that I'll love sucking your cock, but I'll hate it if you come into my mouth. I absolutely enjoy the power that my mouth has over a man, but the one time that I tried to swallow it for your dad, I had to run into the bathroom and throw up, I just hated the taste. So if you promise to tell me when it's coming out, I'll suck your cock for you."

I nodded eagerly, which boy wouldn't let his mother suck his cock, even if she wouldn't swallow, fuck, could this night get any better?

I moved closer to her, but she said, "no, lie besides me," and my beautiful mother then showed me a talent that I'd never even imagined that she could have possessed. When she talked about the power that she'd have over me, she certainly knew what she was talking about. I've no idea how many times she brought me to the brink of climax, before easing off and starting again. She was doing to me what I'd done to her. She used the tip of her tongue, her full sensuous lips, and what got to me every time, was when she ran her teeth up and down my shaft, nibbling at it, before laying it in her hand and then softly biting the underside all the way from one end to the other.

It was too much for me, "coming, mum I'm coming now." She moved her face away, and using the nail of her right index finger gently massaged the very bottom of my cock, right where it meets my scrotum. This took me to a place that I'd never been before, I could talk about bolts of lightening, I could talk about waves crashing onto the shore, planes breaking the sound barrier and volcanoes erupting, it was all of that and more. I was now the one blacking out, I was the one who's only movement were trembling and spasms. 

I opened my eyes to see Mum over me, looking down smiling, "did I get one back on you, did I son?'

I was left shaking my head, "Ma, I'm never letting you go, you're a keeper."

"Thanks, that's nice to hear," as she ran her finger through my semen, putting a small amount on it and bringing it up to her mouth, she looked as if she was going to lick it off, but at the last minute pulled away saying, "no, no, I can't do that, not even for you can I do that."

"Mum you waited until the very last second before you moved your mouth, that I thought that you were going to take it all in for me."

She shook her head sadly, saying, "I wish that I could, but I can't, don't ask me to, because it will never, ever, ever happen, ok?"

Disappointed, I had to accept that it wasn't going to happen. Most girls of my age accepted that head was a part of a full sexual relationship, obviously Mum being of an older generation didn't share that view. 

She then pulled up the sheets, and we dozed again in each others arms, but eventually had to get up. I went into the shower while she changed their bed, and while she was in her shower, I changed my sheets.

I took everything down to the laundry and had started to make our breakfasts when Mum came down the stairs. My smile told the story, she was wearing a tight fitted top, which was designed to emphasis her breasts and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She matched this with a denim skirt which ended mid thigh, both garments were just a bit tight, she looked so sexy, and boy did she know it, her radiant smile told me so.

Standing doing the laundry after breakfast I asked her, "Mum, are you fully dressed?" Hoping that she wasn't wearing underwear.

"There's only one way for you to find out." 

I moved behind her and raised the denim skirt to see...white cotton panties, "Wow, white cotton panties, Mum they're my favourites, they're so much better than those silk triangles and dental floss that women wear today, these show off a woman's shape beautifully." As I spoke I was running my hands all over her under the skirt, cupping her cheeks, and sliding my fingers between them.

"I know they're your favourites," mother said dryly looking at me from under her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"I noticed when I put them in the basket; they disappear more quickly than any of the others, that's why I'm wearing them for you today."

"How long have you known?" I should have been embarrassed, but for some reason I wasn't. Perhaps because she didn't seem mad at me, and was talking about it as if it were an everyday occurrence in polite society.

"How long have you been taking them?"

"About a year?"

"Liar."

"Would you believe two years?"

"No."

"Would you believe three?"

"That's more like it."

"You didn't mind?"

"No, actually when I was pissed off with your father for whatever reason, I'd leave them and then check on the basket to see how long it'd be before they disappeared, sometimes it was only a few minutes, and they'd be gone. Sometimes I knew that they'd still be warm from my body, and that gave me a big thrill too."

I had no idea what to say, and so I stood there grinning sheepishly.

"Do you know what I liked the best though Alex?"

"Tell me."

"When you brought them back and there'd be some of yours mixed with that of mine, I'd stand about right here and get hot thinking about what you'd done with them." 

The sexual undercurrent was now back with us.

"What did you do then?" I'd moved very close to her and was hoping that she'd admit that she'd masturbated.

As I watched I noticed the thumb of her right hand was rubbing gently around the corner of the old washing machine, I say old because it was her mothers before hers. It was made more than twenty five years ago, before things were designed to last two weeks past their warranty period, and then fall apart. It was old, but bulletproof, it never broke down, it just got noisier and rattled more every time that it was used. At the moment it'd just started the spin dry cycle, and was shaking so much that you thought that it may actually take off.

She seemed unsure of what to say next but continued to run her thumb around the corner of the washer.

"Well, tell me what you did then?" I thought that I knew the answer, and just wanted to hear her admit it.

Her eyes dropped and she said, "I can't believe that I'm going to do this in front of my son." With that she raised the front of her skirt, put her hand down the front of those sexy white cotton panties, appeared to use her fingers to position her lips correctly, and then placed her clitoris carefully against the vibrating corner of the machine.




S'wrong Son Ch. 02



She then reached across to the far corner of the washer and pulled herself up, so that when her feet were completely off the ground, her entire body was lying along the top of the washer and she was shaking violently.

Mum turned her face towards me, and I could see it in her eyes, she was 'gone' already. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue showed, and a small amount of saliva was collecting on the lid already, as it came from her mouth.

As for me, well I was just as into what was happening to her, as she was, so I moved behind her and raised the now very short denim skirt, pulled down those white cotton panties that I loved so. And there she was, totally exposed, her lips were wet, open, and fluttering wildly, even her pubic hair was moving like an insects antennae.

I touched her, this only served to intensify the feeling for her and she moaned in appreciation. In an instant my shorts were around my ankles and my cock was as far inside her as it would go.

The feeling, oh the feeling of being inside her as the spin cycle did what it wasn't really designed to do, but what it did so very well. Neither my mother nor I were going to last very long at all in this situation. The feelings were the most exquisite that you can imagine. Neither of us were moving at all, the old washing machine was banging and clattering away, doing all the work for us. 

I briefly thought about my father, and realised that we'd given him no thought at all, in fact, If he were to come home now, I'm not sure that I would have been able to pull out until after I'd finished with his wife.

As it was that didn't take long, I don't know who came first or if in fact anyone did, maybe it was a dead heat, the only thing I did know was that my mother made more noise than I did, she was awesome. It was a good thing that the door was closed or the neighbours would certainly have heard us. 

Who knows, maybe they did anyway, but at that point, I really didn't care.

As I'd then finished I pulled out, but Mum of course was able to continue riding her mechanical lover, looking for even more relief. I stood behind her, just enjoying the view of her complete abandonment. As she shook and vibrated away, I saw the first signs of my semen being shaken out of her, there wasn't much, as I hadn't had much to give her, but there it was slowly snaking its way to freedom. Proof, if I needed any, that I'd had come inside my mother again.

My mother was just about to come again when the spin cycle came to a shuddering abrupt end. The look of frustration on her face quickly turned to one of horror. as the next sound we heard after the machine stopped, was the front door closing. 

My father was home. 

Mum was in no condition to go and meet him, she was still shaking, so it was up to me to quickly haul up my shorts, leaving my shirt out, and with Mum still draped across the top of the machine, trying to collect herself, I made my way out to intercept him.

"Hi Dad, how are you?" I sounded cheerful and hoped, sincere.

"Crap."

"Anything you want?"

"No, I haven't slept, I'm having a shower and going to bed?"

And that was the last time I saw him for over two hours.

Mum then put her head around the corner, it was a good job that Dad didn't see her, as she was spaced out. Her eyes were wild, and she looked as if she were from another planet.

"I can't believe that I did that for you," she seemed to be in total shock.

"I'm glad you did Mum, it was different."

"I don't know what came over me, you know, I really think that this is going a bit fast for me."

"Have you done that on the washer often?"

"For years just about every wash day, and some days I washed when there was no need to wash. It was also a way for me to have sex when your father couldn't have sex, if you know what I mean. At that time of the month, I used to get even hornier than ever, so I did a lot of washing. But do you know what the best thing about that machine is?"

"No Mum, what?"

"I don't have to pretend to be interested in talking about some bullshit nonsense afterwards." She walked away laughing uproariously, she was getting back to her normal self.

When my father finally surfaced we were on the patio having a late lunch, he didn't seem to be interested in us, or what we were doing, although he did take a second look at the legs on show.

As we were all pretty tired we were in bed early that night, Dad went up first, Mum followed after a few minutes, but then came back about two minutes later. She went to the place on the bench top were this whole episode had started, put her elbows on it, closed her eyes and waited.

I needed no second urging, I was there in a flash, she never opened her eyes even when our lips touched and our tongues crossed, it was however quite difficult kissing a woman who was grinning broadly.

I pulled away, "Mum."

She pulled back, looking annoyed, "what?"

"Nothing," and moved my mouth back towards hers, puzzled she moved hers to meet it, when she realised what it was that I'd made her move for. Her breasts had landed on the backs of my hands, and my thumbs were massaging her nipples, just as they had last week. Press and release, press and release, press and release. But this time there were no complaints from her about it, none at all.

We kissed, just as we had last week, this kiss, as the other one had, went on for several minutes, when Mum pulled back and then moved away shaking her head slowly.

"Something wrong?"

"It's been a big eight days."

I nodded.

She walked further away, and again as she had last week steadied herself on the furniture as she passed. A half way across the room she turned looking pensive. "There's a lot to think about Alex."

Again I nodded.

She stood there standing still, choosing her words carefully before speaking, and finally looked at me and said, "I love you Alex."

"I love you too Mum."

"No Alex, I love you, do you know what I mean by that?"

I froze, not sure what I was supposed to say to that, so I went into my fall back mode of just nodding, as if I did understand.

Her eyes were piercing as she said, "I don't think that you do son, I don't think that you really do."

When she got to the stairs, she turned looking very seriously at me, "no I don't think you know what this weekend has done to me, you see, a man only needs a place to make love, a woman needs a reason, and you've given me that reason."

I was beginning to realise that there was more to this than just a good weekend of great sex, and then I started to realise that it was more than that to me also. I then understood what she meant when she said, "I love you Alex," in that instant, I knew that there was more to this than either of us had intended. Neither of us had thought it through beyond last night, and she nor I knew where it was going to end.

After locking up and saying good night to Bozo, I went to bed also. As I pulled down the sheets, I saw that Mum had left me a little present, the white cotton panties that she'd been wearing today. She'd placed them so that I could see that, as she put it, "some of mine was mixed with some of hers."

This was too good an opportunity to miss, so I slept in them, and in the morning, added a lot more of mine to hers. Then as Dad was still getting ready for work, made a great production of walking past Mum in the kitchen saying, "I'll put my dirty clothes in the basket." Her eyes flicked down to the bundle that I was carrying, and saw that her underwear was placed on the top, spread open for her to see just how much of mine I'd added to hers.

That night when Dad came home from work he was very subdued, saying very little at all, and not eating much of his dinner. There was clearly something bothering him, so mum gave me the nod to go out. When I returned an hour or so later, Dad was in bed. Mum then told me that Dads boss Jason, who'd been at the party on Saturday night, had called him into the office and given him a warning that his performance wasn't up to standard.

Apparently Dad was coming into work every Monday worse for wear, and then not doing much at all, often making mistakes. When Jason had seen how drunk Dad got at the party, he knew what the problem was, and told him that if he showed up hung over again, they'd let him go.

This had Dad worried, as he was now forty six, and wasn't sure that he'd be able to get another job, and certainly not one as good as he had now. Mum had talked with him about it, and they'd decided that the best thing for him was to try to give up alcohol, by cutting down significantly, starting now. 

He knew that this was going to be hard, as even though he'd said for many years that his drinking wasn't a problem, he knew deep down that it was, and he was now faced with that reality, and it was going to be hard for him.

After Mum and I'd talked, it was almost ten thirty, Mum went up to check on Dad. She then came back and sat next to me, I put my arm around her, she put her legs over mine, and then her arm across my waist. This allowed me to cup her breast in my left hand, and then slide my right one along her leg to go under her skirt. finally resting on her bare buttocks inside her underwear.

"Alex we really needed for you and I to talk about us tonight, the weekend was so intense, but it's incest, no matter how much love there is in it, it's incest, and that's wrong"

I looked at her curled up in my arms and shook my head, "no Mum, there's nothing wrong between a mother and her son."

"It doesn't matter which way that you look at it, it's still wrong."

We talked around the subject for a few minutes, and then she started to yawn as it was time for bed, we kissed for a while and then she got up and went up the stairs, only to reappear a minute later, with her briefs in her hand. She used her thumb, and two fingers of the other hand to fire them across to me, "They're not white, and they're not cotton, but I'm sure they'll do the job for you, and if you look at them closely you'll find out how much time I've spent thinking about you today." She turned and was gone.

As she said, they weren't white and they weren't cotton, but they were bright red and satin, which were my second favourite pair. I didn't have to look closely at them at all to see how much she'd been thinking about me, the evidence was clear to see, and sticky. 

I of course wore them that night, and again in the morning drew attention to the fact that I was putting my laundry into the basket, with her present to me on the top, so that she could see what value I'd got from them.

For the next two nights Dad only had one beer after his dinner, and seemed to not know what to do with himself, and on both nights when he went to bed, he made it clear that as he was going, he thought Mum should go as well.

And then it hit me, jealousy, I was jealous of Mum sleeping with Dad in case they had sex, I thought that his going without his beer may turn his mind to other vices. Mum told me the next morning that she'd had the same thought, but he just rolled over and went to sleep without even saying goodnight. Mum then made the obvious point that at some time, he would want sex, and she'd eventually have to give it to him, as she said, "how many headaches can a girl have and still be believed?"

The only positive at this time was that Mum was leaving me a 'present' every night in my bed, and I of course was putting my laundry into the basket for her every morning. 

On Thursday morning I overheard Mum telling Dad that she'd swapped shifts with someone for that day, and as she'd be starting work late, would be home late also, so she'd be doing the washing before she went to work. 

Dad and I drove out together, and I followed him to the end of the street, before pulling over and phoning the office saying that I'd be late as I'd got a puncture and the spare was flat too. I then did four left turns and parked the car in front of next door, walked up our drive, through the side gate, and sat on the bench on the back porch, under the laundry window and waited.

Ten minutes later Mum started the washing, and was moving around inside the house singing to herself, right until the spin cycle started, when she came back into the laundry. At this point, I knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly what I had to do.

I ducked under the laundry window, slid open the patio door, and moved into the kitchen, from where I could see the laundry door. It was only open a fraction, but enough for me to see the top of Mums head as she lay on the washing machine. She was shaking noticeably by now, and the machine was banging away loudly.

Quickly I shed my clothes, moved to the door, listened to the machine for a few seconds, and then slowly pushed it open. She saw the movement and her face registered her shock.

"Holy fuck," she said as she went to get up and then seeing that it was me, looked slightly embarrassed, but went back to enjoying the feelings that she was recieving.

As the door opened fully, I saw that she was totally naked, having put a small towel over that important corner to make it more comfortable for her lips. Her eyes flicked down to my erection, and she smiled.

"How did you know?" Her voice sounded strange with the vibrations affecting her throat.

"I just knew, and that's all you need to know."

I moved behind her and stood there watching as the pressure built up inside her.

"Are you looking at me, Alex?"

"Of course, your lips are open, wet, and fluttering with the vibrations."

She moaned and said, "I love you looking at me there, that's such a special place for us both, it doesn't belong to anyone else now."

I looked at my erection, "yes, and I like to look at you, as much as you like being looked at."

I saw the muscles start to tense as she pushed forward against the corner, I put my long finger inside of her, and felt the muscles start to grab at it, and then as I moved that finger around the perimeter of her opening, the little brown hole started to wink at me. She was on the way now, soon she was calling out those cries that cannot be misinterpreted as any thing other that a climax ravaging someone's body. I knew that the machine had done it's work as she ground her hips hard against the corner, as I might grind my hips as I came inside her.

A moment or so after she'd finished, just for a few seconds she moved away from the corner, repositioned herself back against it, lay again on the top, and recommenced her enjoyment. This was then my moment to enter into her, I stood there, not moving as before, but letting the vibes take care of me, as they were of her.

There was absolutely no way that I could hold off, or deny the feelings that were flowing into my body, and I wasn't even going to try, so that in less than ten seconds I was thrusting into her, depositing millions of little tadpoles, which of course would die in that special place of ours, as my mother was on the pill. 

At least I hoped that she was, the thought hit me that I might just want to check that, but of course, it was a bit late to start worrying about that now.

I pulled out and once again watched as the first evidence of my deposit started to flow from her. Then Mum called out, "are you watching me Alex, because I'm coming now?"

"I'm watching Mum." 

She had a thing about me looking at her, just the thought of it sent her off into a greater frenzy than before. She was grinding her pelvis into the corner of the machine, so hard that it seemed to me that she was at that point where pain becomes pleasure.

Finally she was spent, and as the cycle wasn't finished yet, she almost fell down onto legs shaking so badly, that she had to put her hand onto the laundry trough to steady herself. Her eyes were glazed, her skin bright red from the blood running to it, and she was panting as if she'd just run a marathon in record time. 

Eventually she got a level of composure. "I was thinking about you and what we'd done in here on Sunday when the door opened, it was a shock, I didn't know if I was imagining it, was it a dream, or were you really here?"

Mum then came into my arms and we shared a few moments together before I knew that I'd have to go to work. She wanted to clean my cock for me, but I wanted it left as it was, I did however need to empty my bladder, so she came to watch me. The look on her face was one of pure anticipation. I asked her, "Do you want to hold it?" 

She nodded eagerly, I slid down my zip, and them let my arms drop to my side. Mum reached in and took my cock from out of my slacks.

Her eyes were alive, and as the flow started, she made two figures of eight, and then splashed it up amd down the bowl until the flow slow, and then finally spluttered to a stop.

Mum looked disappointed, "is that it?"

"Until the next time."

That seemed to satisfy her. "so what are you going to do now Mum?"

"Oh, I'm sure there's more washing around somewhere, I'm just going to have to look hard and find it." 

Not having the time to help my mother rid our house of the health hazard present in unwashed laundry. I then went to work, work which for some strange reason, was very difficult for me to concentrate on. 

On Saturday afternoon I told Mum that I was going to have a coffee on the front porch, and would she like to join me. She looked at me strangely, "why on the front porch, we never use it, the wrought iron table and chairs are so uncomfortable, they're only for show anyway.

But I insisted, and as I'd already made a cup for her she reluctantly came out with me, I told her it was because it was quieter here as Dad was mowing the lawns, she seemed to accept that ok.

After five minutes or so, a large German Shepherd came bounding up the street, and seeing us turned up the drive. Mum was wary at first but it seemed friendly enough, and was more interested in playing, 'you sniff mine, and I'll sniff yours,' with Bozo.

"I wonder who it belongs to, it's too nice a dog to be running around loose," said Mum. 

At that point a rather attractive middle aged woman came running up, the first thing that I noticed were that her large breasts were bouncing, there's a theory that big breasted women shouldn't run, but I don't subscribe to that at all.

The woman looked at the shepherd and said, "there you are you bitch, I'm sick of you getting out." The dog only sat there with its tongue out, dribbling, and wagging its tail at her. "Sorry folks," she said laughing, "she's a real Houdini, I just can't seem to keep her in... Her voice trailed off when she looked at Mum, "I know you, you're Mary Wilson, aren't you?"

Mum looked surprised, "well I used to be, but now I'm Mary Martin, I'm sorry though, I don't recognise you."

The woman stuck out her hand, "I'm Jane Clark, but you knew me as Jane Norman, we had the furniture shop in High Street, and you went to school with my brother Peter."

Mum introduced me to her long lost friend, and from then on I was as much use as sun block in a snow storm, they just ignored me. Then followed the normal shrieks of laughter as they played, 'hey do you remember this, and what happened to the red haired girl with freckles?'

Dad hearing the commotion came out and asked, "what's going on?" I told him, "you don't want to know." So he went away, just in time to miss Jane saying, "unless I'm mistaken, didn't my brother get your cherry?" This was met with more shrieks of laughter, as Mum punched her in the shoulder, looking red faced at me.

"Mary don't be embarrassed, someone had to get it." This of course sent them off again. Jane continued, "don't feel that you're special, he got more cherries than anyone around at the time as he had the biggest dick that anyone had ever seen, he was deformed."

Mum still red faced said rather wistfully, "oh yes I remember him well."




S'wrong Son Ch. 02



"Of course you do, most of us remember him for that."

There was silence, and then Mum said, "us?"

"Yes, he was poking it into anything with hair around it, and I didn't see why I should miss out, just because he was my brother." Mum was again blushing, but not enough to stop her joining in the shrieks of laughter. At this point I left them to it. 

Later Mum came in still red faced, saying, "she's terrible, I'm glad you left because some of the things that she told me she's done, well, I don't think that I could've sat and listened with you there." The spark in her eyes, and the sounds of her laughter told me that she'd enjoyed the woman's company more than she cared to admit.

"Did you exchange numbers Mum?"

"Yes but you're not getting hers, I'm keeping her away from you," she looked around to see if anyone was able to hear her, and then whispering as if it were a state secret, "she had sex with her own brother, that's inc..." Her voice trailed off as she realised where she was going with it.

I raised my eyebrows to her, as she, not for the first time today looked like a beetroot.

"What's happening?" Dad came in the door. 

"Nothing, I gotta pee," as Mum took her red face from the room.

Dad shook his head and went to the fridge for a beer, and for the fourth or fifth time today looked annoyed at himself, slamming the door shut. He was rationed to one beer a night, and three a day at the weekend. It was hard for him, but it was all his own fault.

The next day, I announced my intentions of taking Bozo for a walk, and asked Mum to come with me, she wasn't sure that she wanted to until Dad looked at her arse and said, "it might do you good." Some things never change do they?

So just after lunch I got Bozos lead, and we walked down the street, with the dog not on the leash, and just ambling along in front of us. But when we got to the corner of the next street, he took off running.

"Come back," called Mum, but of course dogs come back when they feel like doing as they're asked, and Bozo didn't feel like it just at that moment. 

As we turned into street, it was just in time to see him running into a house, so there seemed to be no reason to chase after him. When we reached the house, there he was with the German Shepherd from yesterday, with the owner, Jane, sitting on a chair in the front garden. "Well hello you two, I didn't think you'd be too far behind Bozo." 

"Oh hello again Jane, what a coincidence, I haven't seen you for fifteen years, and now it's two days running."

"Yes, put the dogs out the back Alex, and come inside for a coffee." I did as Jane suggested, and the two women went inside. I went in the back door, and as yesterday, they giggled and shrieked about things that had happened half a lifetime ago, which were funny them, but not so much to me now.

After about a half an hour, Mum said, "I guess we should be going, I've got stuff to do." We all got up and carried our cups to the sink. As Mum put hers in she turned to Jane, and then jumped back as Jane was standing right up hard against her. Unfortunately she didn't get to go back very far, as I was only about a foot behind her. Mum looked over her shoulder at me with concern in her eyes. "Alex," she said, the concern in her voice matching that in her eyes. And then she spun around with her mouth open in shock because Jane was pinching the nipple of Mums right breast.

"Jane!!" And then spun back to me as I slipped my hand between her buttocks and fondled her. "Alex!!" Mum then spun back to face Jane as her other hand slid between Mums thighs to touch mine in the gap under her skirt.

Mums eyebrows went up and as the realisation hit her she said, "Jane, you're Jane, you're Alex's Jane aren't you. You're Alex's Jane?"

Jane looked at Mum, "no Mary, I'm actually Malcolm's Jane, but as he's gone off fucking around with penguins and snow in Antarctica, someone has to take care of me. So for the moment, you're probably right, I'm Alex's Jane, and I'm not sure that I'm in any hurry for Malcolm to return anyway, as your son is a very fast learner.

Mums eyes were wide open, as was her mouth, because Jane had now moved her hand from between Mums legs and was undoing the buttons of her blouse. Mum seemed to be incapable of speech as she looked down at Jane's fingers as they went about their work.

It may have helped that one of my hands was still between Mums legs, and the other had taken over from Jane, pulling on her nipple.

"No, I'm not like that, I don't think I like women."

"That's not what your son told me you said when you and he were having sex last weekend. He told me that you wanted to meet me, and that if it was as good with me, as it was with him, that you might consider playing for the other team."

"Yes, but that was just in the moment, I didn't really mean it." She tried to turn to face me, but couldn't as she was now jammed between us with both pressing our hips hard into her, "I didn't mean it Alex, I didn't mean for you to take me literally."

At this point Jane had the buttons undone, and pushed Mums blouse off her shoulders, I completed the process from behind, and after dropping the blouse onto the floor, unsnapped her bra, and threw that away also. So that she was now naked from the waist up. It was noticeably that despite her protests, my mother made no real attempt to move from between us. My constant attention to the gap between her legs, and Jane now puling on her nipples, may have had something to do with that however.

"Great tits Mary," said Jane, "to say that you've had three kids, they're fabulous," as she bent down to suck on one of them.

My hands then slid around to the front of Mums skirt, unclipped it, and as it was a wrap around, it fell to the floor around her feet. The stripping of Mum was completed by my pushing down her underwear, which to my great delight turned out to be white cotton panties, so that they ended up anchored just above her knees. I left them there as I thought that they looked much more erotic than if she was totally naked, if anything she looked so very sexual like that, as it emphasised her nudity and vulnerability.

My fingers now slid back between her legs and into her slit, only to find that Jane's hand was already there, so we played finger hockey inside of my mother for a while. Mum was now no longer showing any reluctance towards us, the level of pleasure had overridden her hesitancy to let Jane touch her. She was in fact doing nothing but moaning and moving her hips, with her hands now on Jane's forearms, and her nails digging into them, she was now almost ours.

Jane then stepped back looking appraisingly at Mum, "not bad at all, as you said Alex, we've got a bit to work with."

I nodded, moving my hands to Mums breasts, cupping them, and just caressing the nipples gently, as I did I slid my erection between her legs, moving my hips to continue her stimulation. Jane stepped forward, pressing her entire body against Mum, as she did she touched my mother between her legs, only to find that my cock was already there.

Jane then dropped to her knees and put her tongue between Mums thighs, not only licking Mum, but her tongue was just able to reach the tip of my cock as I pushed it between my mothers legs. If there's a heaven somewhere that's as good as this was turning out to be, then I'm volunteering to go there. 

When Jane and I had planned this I knew that it would be good, but this was beyond my expectations, and the sex hadn't even started yet.

As Jane again stepped back again to digest more of Mums body, I slid my hands down the front to her groin, and then used the index fingers of both hands to spread her lips wide apart. My eyes met those of Jane, we nodded to each other, a nod that said there was now no resistance expected, we now had my mother where we wanted her, any doubts disappeared as Mum rolled her head back onto my shoulder, with her mouth against my ear. The short sharp shuddering of her breath, and the softly spoken words, "don't hurt me, please don't hurt me," confirmed that we'd taken possession of her.

"Mary, look at me," when she did, Jane said," bedroom...now!"

Mum simply nodded, reached down to pull up her briefs, and then followed Jane up to her bedroom, where she'd already pulled everything off the bed except the fitted bottom sheet, in anticipation of our success. 

Jane stood by the bed, turned to face Mum, and started to take off her own clothes, she had a good body, not as good as Mums, but still pretty damn good with big breasts and wide hips, thankfully, she hadn't shaved her pubic area. Mum was uncertain what to do as Jane's clothes hit the carpet one after the other. She'd never been with a naked woman, about to have sex with her before, so it was a whole new ball game for her, if you know what I mean.

As soon as Jane was naked, she stood there letting Mum and I look at her body, Jane was not at all self conscious in any way, in fact I knew from first hand experience, that she quite enjoyed showing herself off to complete strangers, wether in the house or outside. Mum took her eyes off Janes body, turned to me with fear of the unknown in her eyes and again asked, "please don't hurt me, promise you'll not hurt me." 

"Mum," I said, "you told me that you loved me, and then said that you didn't think that I fully understood what you meant by that, well, I'm going to show you how much I love you by sharing you with Jane, when you leave here later today, you'll never be the same again, but we won't hurt you, will we Jane?'

"Not a chance, We want you to come back again, wether, it's with both of us, just me, or just Alex, this is your house of sex, at least until Malcolm returns, and even when he does, who knows?" Her eyebrows went up.

I was quick to scotch that, "no way Jane, I don't mind sharing Mum with you, but another man, not a chance."

Her eyebrows went up again, "really, well what about your father then?"

That really hit home and I didn't know what to say, because of course, she was still his wife, when Mum said, "I'll deal with that when I have to." 

For someone in the throes of sexual excitement, her response was surprisingly resolute.

"Great," said Jane, and then added, "now do you want to remove those for me?" Indicating her briefs.

"No Jane, come here and look at this," as I turned Mum around, "look at her arse, I love her in white cotton panties, I just want to eat my way into her through them when she wears them. They just follow the contours of her body better than anything else."

Jane came and dropped to her knees gently fondling Mums rear, "just beautiful," she said as her hands cupped Mums cheeks, "I'll bet my brother wouldn't mind sticking his nine and a half inches into that again after all these years."

"Not a chance Jane, she's mine now." I put my mouth on Mums ear and said, "you're mine now aren't you?" as Jane's hands and fingers continued to explore Mums body.

She nodded, but that wasn't enough for me, not only did Mum have to admit it to herself, but Jane had to realise that she was the only one that I was prepared to share Mum with.

"Say It for me Mum, I need to hear the words from your mouth."

"Yes Alex, when I said I loved you, I knew then that I was yours, and yours alone. I think what you want me to say to you, is that you own me now." She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and repeated, "I'm yours." 

By now Jane had removed Mums cotton panties and her face was buried deep into my mother's pubic hair, with her hands behind Mum, massaging her cheeks, and at the same time running her fingers between them, touching and stimulating her. Mums hands were on the back of Jane's head, with her own head was thrown back, her mouth open, but her eyes were closed.

Jane stood up, took Mum by the hand, lead her to the bed, turned her around so that her back was to it, and then taking both of Mums nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pushed her backwards onto the bed. 

Mum yelped as her nipples stretched as far as they could before tearing free of Jane's fingers, the fear in her eyes had to be seen to be believed. She fell, her legs wide open, crying out, "please don't hurt me Jane," she turned to me and repeated her plea, "Alex, don't let her hurt me."

Jane put her mouth right against Mums ear and in a stage whisper said, "oh you're ok this time, we never tie people up the first time."

I almost burst out with laughter, but Mum thought that Jane was serious, and started to whimper, "tie me up, no please don't do that."

Jane being very serious said, "I told you, not the first time, but when you come back again, we will."

I could see that she believed everything that Jane was saying. It'd be interesting to see if she would come back again, but I guess only time would tell. 

Then Mum said, "not this time then, but you will if I come again?" 

Jane added, "and every other time you come back." 

Mum nodded, that seemed to appease her, but that wasn't the response that I would have bet the rent on, coming from Mum. 

She was looking to be assured that we weren't going to tie her up this time, but failed to realise that she'd almost admitted that coming back again, was an attractive proposition to her.

As Jane moved to lie on top of Mum she said, "I believe that you like kissing," and before she received an answer, her mouth captured Mums, and they were away in their own canoe, on the slow moving river. Mums arms were around Jane's neck, and it soon became clear that she was as involved in that kiss as she'd ever been with me.

As soon as Jane's hands slid between Mums thighs, her legs sprang wider apart, she was totally exposed, but didn't seem to be aware or care even. Mum was completely involved with Jane to the point that she reached down, took hold of Jane's hand and guided it until her fingers slipped inside Mum.

Jane and Mum were still kissing passionately, but Mum still managed to moan loud enough for me to hear clearly. As Jane's fingers worked their magic, Mums hands were all over Jane, and eventually found their way to between Jane's legs. Our eyes met, but she was seeing nothing at this point, her entire being had been high jacked by the attention being payed to her by Jane and I, but mostly Jane at the moment.

It was at this point that I realised that I had in fact become surplus to their needs again, I was now a spectator, and as they showed no intentions of asking me to join them in the fun anymore, I went to a chair in the corner, and enjoyed the view of my mother in her moment of complete abandonment.

Fuck it was horny to watch as Jane had her way with my mother, who was now spreadeagled, legs wide open as Jane worked on her. I knew from my time in Jane's bed, that she at one point, when Malcolm had been away before, had got so desperate for sex that she'd gone with a woman, and found that it wasn't that bad at all, and from then on she was happy to play both sides of the ball. 

This previous relationship with that woman had continued with his agreement, after Malcolm came home. Right up until the other woman had moved interstate two years later, and now she was using that experience on my mother to great effect.

Mum was on her back, when Jane swung her leg over her and they were then in the sixty nine position, although it was clear that the nine was doing more work than the six. Mum was just lying there doing very little at all, only moaning, leaving Jane to do all the work. I soon saw why this was the case, as my mothers body was now a bright shade of red all over.

She was approaching her climax, and as I sat in the chair and watched, she came, her body convulsing as the shocks slammed into her body, time after time, after time it jerked up, only to fall down again, and then jerked up, to fall down again.

Soon she was calm, but Jane continued to gently invade her private space with her fingers, Mum now started to show interest in performing some stimulation of her own on Jane, and to do that she pulled Janes body down, so that she could use her tongue and fingers as Jane had done on her.

I was to say the least, rock hard erect, and needed to gain some relief from somewhere, anywhere I didn't really care, I just needed to get off. What I really wanted to do most of all though, was to come inside my mother, it was after all her day more than it was Jane's. But when I got to where Mums opening was I couldn't get into it, as with Jane on top working her magic, her head was between Mums legs. 

By this time, I was so desperate for release, that I went to the other side of the bed, pulled Jane's hips up and away from Mum, and rammed my cock into her slit as hard as I could. Mums eyes were wide open as she watched her sons cock enveloped by Jane's welcoming lips.

I was ramming myself into Jane when I felt the most wonderful feeling ever. Mum was sucking my balls as they swung above her face. There was nothing else for me to do, so I came. Thrusting hard into Jane, and calling out as never before, I pulled Jane's hair until she had to look back at me as I emptied my load into her. I expected to see Jane looking back at me, but instead saw only an animal with her lips curled back showing me her teeth in a snarl that any animal in the jungle would have been proud of. Then I was spent, my hands reached down to the mattress for support, and I let Jane's body take all of my weight, as I fought for breath.

Eventually, I was able to get under control, pull out of Jane, and stepped back to be able to see my mothers face. If Jane's was that of an animal, Mums matched it equally, she'd been less than a foot away as I'd serviced myself on Jane, and I could see that it'd had a major effect on my mother. Jane now had gone back to working on Mum, and so that the sexual experience she was undergoing kept on happening for her.

Then I saw it, I think just a split second before Mum did, my semen started to run from Jane. It seemed to be in slow motion as it ran down her opening, falling in a string down towards Mums chest, when at the very, very last possible instant, after waiting as long as she could before making her decision, her tongue flicked out, caught it and took it down into her mouth.

It was only a small amount, but it was a very big moment in our relationship.

Her gaze moved up to mine for a moment to make sure that I'd seen, and then returned to make sure that she was able to catch the next white rope that fell from Jane, also taking that into her mouth. 

Mums gaze was fixed firmly on the opening just above her as she waited for the next stream of white to appear, and soon she was rewarded as a third worm slid slowly down Jane's lips. It seemed to be suspended in mid air for a age, the tension built as Mum waited, holding out her tongue, and silently urging it to fall, so that she could harvest and then devour it. Eventually gravity won the fight, and it fell, to be caught in mid flight by Mums tongue, which was that of a lizards flicking out to catch an insect.

There seemed to be no more coming for a time, and not prepared to wait any longer she went looking for the next lot by dragging Jane's body down to her face, and burying it into her crotch. She feverishly sought out more of the precious liquid, so that before too long Mums face was covered in the juices of both Jane and I.

The net effect of this was to make Jane come, her head dropped down as she ground herself into Mums face. For all of this time I was in shock, as for the first time in her life, my Mother had swallowed cum, and it was mine.

When Jane was finished she rolled over exhausted, with her legs wide apart. Normally if there's a woman with her legs open, any man will look at her, but not this man, and not now. 

My eyes were fixed on Mum, I knelt besides the bed, put my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Mum, you swallowed it, you swallowed my cum."




S'wrong Son Ch. 02



There were tears in her eyes when she said, "there's nothing that I won't do for you Alex, nothing at all, because as you said before, there's nothing wrong between a mother and her son. And the next time that we make love, I want to do sixty nine with you, I'll show you that there's absolutely nothing at all that I won't do for you." 

She then held her arms out to me indicating that she wanted to be held, I moved to the bed, and she came into my arms. I looked behind her at Jane, our eyes met, but she was now surplus to our needs, just as I'd been to theirs just a few short moments ago.

Mum put her mouth to my ear and said, "this is how it could have been, and should have been with your father, but he chose alcohol over me. For the last fifteen years, I've just been nothing more than what you young people call a cum dump to him. He's taken care of us financially ok I guess, but that's all, and money isn't everything, my emotional and physical needs have just been ignored. When you kissed me last Saturday night, all the old feelings came back, and I knew that not only was that the way that it used to be, and that's the way that it should be still. I don't know what the future holds for us, but if I have to make a choice, I'm not going to lose you. I think the term you used was, you're a keeper."

As she finished speaking Mum put her face against my neck and I felt the hot tears falling onto my shoulder, tears that I knew to be of happiness, because she could now see a way forward with some one who could and would appreciate her, as she should have been appreciated for all of these years. 

We stayed with Jane only for a short time after this as Mum and I wanted to be able to talk about what'd happened. As we walked back home, with Bozo on the leash this time, she slipped her arm through mine, and let it rest on my hand.

As soon as we entered the house my father yelled at us, "just where the fuck have you been?"

Shocked I looked at Mum and then at him, he was drunk, he'd finished off his three beers for today, and had worked his way through until about Thursday.

"Where've you been, you've been gone over three hours."

The passage of time had had no impact on us, we looked first at him, and then each other. We'd been so involved with each other and Jane, that the time was the last thing on our minds.

I'd no idea what to say, but Mum saw attack as the best form of defence getting right into his face, telling him how we ran into Jane, that we'd sat and have coffee with her, and then blasting Dad for not calling us if he was concerned, as we both had our phones with us. She finally rounded it out by pointing out that as today was Sunday, tomorrow would be Monday, that he'd be going into work hung over again, and that Jason was going to sack him as he'd threatened to do. 

This point got through to Dad who went white, and teared up, "oh shit Mary, I never thought of that, I was just so desperate for a drink, no one was here to notice it, no one was here to stop me, so I just had one more, and then one more, and before I knew it... his voice trailed of and his hand waved vaguely towards the seven empties on the table.

"Alex, take him into the garage put him on your walking machine for an hour, try to walk it out of him, we'll have an early dinner and he can go to bed to try to sleep it off."

I went to set up the walker, as I did I heard Mum yell, "Rich, get the fuck out of my sight before I hit you with the fry pan."

Dad came into the garage looking shocked, "Your Mother just swore at me, I've never heard her swear before."

"You lose your job tomorrow, and you'll hear a lot more of it from her, now get on the machine."

He did as he was told, I set it at a pace that he could handle, and went back to Mum, "walking won't sober him up...will it?"

"Maybe, I don't know, I just want him out of my sight." Then I noticed her tears. "I've just had one of the greatest days of my life, I walked in the door so full of love and contentment, to greeted by drunken abuse, it's brought me right back to earth with a thud." She looked towards the garage, "once an arsehole, always an arsehole."

I put my arms around her for a while, then made us a coffee, and we sat drinking it, holding hands for half an hour, then Mum started dinner. 

When dinner was ready, I got him from the garage, he'd been walking for over an hour and completed almost six miles. His work involved sitting at a desk so he wasn't fit at all, and after this exercise, he looked stuffed.

He asked me the same question that I'd asked Mum, "will walking sober me up?"

"It helps the body to absorb the alcohol." I sounded as though I knew what I was talking about, so he nodded, "ok, although all it's done is to make me tired."

Mum had made Nasi Goreng, Dad didn't like Nasi Goreng, in fact Dad hated it, but after only a moments hesitation, he ate it.

He may've been drunk, but he wasn't stupid, you thought that about now he may be starting to regret yelling at Mum. We ate ours, and then she sat with a very satisfied look on her face right through to the end as he struggled with his."

"Well!?" she said as she took his plate.

"Thank you, it was very nice."

The evil that's in every woman surfaced as she said, "that's good, I made a big pot, so we'll be having it again, at least for tomorrow, now go to bed and sleep it off." 

As he climbed the stairs, Mum said, "I think from now on, he might just do as he's told, if he knows what's good for him."

After an hour she went up to see him, came down and said, "out to it and snoring his head off."

Mum sat very close to me, as before, I put my arm around her, she put her legs over mine, her left breast found its way into my left hand, and my right hand skidded along her leg, under her skirt and into her briefs, where it found a home cupping her rear end.

Mum put her face under my chin against my neck and started to nibble at the skin. I squeezed both her nipple and her rear end, she murmured her appreciation.

"Would you like to make love, if dad's so far out of it?"

She shook her head, "no Alex, sometimes there's more love in just being together like this, as we are now, in each others arms. Sex is nice, and very important to both of us, but our relationship has room for everything." 

She raised herself up to look at me, and said, "You need to know that I meant what I said about you owning me now, so tell me, is there anything else that you want me to do," she paused, and then added, "the next time that we go to Jane's, and you tie me up."

The words 'fuck really', were on the tip of my tongue, but I thought better of it. So after thinking for a moment said, "well Peter Norman got your cherry, I'm getting your throat cherry, that means that there's only one more cherry to go."

She sprang back, "No way Jose, there's no way that you're doing anal with me, never, ever, ever, and she looked as though she meant it."

"It's funny you know Mum. but that's what you said about swallowing my cum, do you remember that?"

The evil in her reappeared as she looked at me from under her eyebrows, and then with a big smile on her face said, "yes, I did say that, didn't I?"

*****

As always, your votes and comments are both encouraged and appreciated. B.E.



S'wrong Son



Not able to afford to stand there for very long in case he turned on the light, and with my heart thumping so hard that I was sure that they could hear it. I quickly and quietly, before the noises died down totally, made my exit from the room, opening the door as little as possible and then, after sliding through, pulling it behind me quickly, and as quietly as I could.

Trying not to make any noise, I stood outside for a few seconds to see if they'd heard me, when Dad said.

"What was that?" 

"Nothing Rich, what did you hear?"

"I saw a light, what was it?"

"I didn't see anything, you must be imagining it."

"But I'm sure I saw something."

"You're drunk, you're imagining it."

"Uh, oh ok, all right then, I just thought that I saw something," and then there was silence.

I crept the few yards down to the bathroom, opened and then carefully closed the door behind me, before turning on the light and then shaking my head as I looked at myself in the mirror. How the hell had we got to this? A half an hour ago I was finishing off clearing up the mess, and then had spent the rest of the time since, kissing my mother, running my thumbs across her nipples, and was then in the bedroom as she and Dad had had sex. At the same time as they were having their sex, I masturbated onto their bedroom carpet. The potential for disasters to have happened every step of the way cannot be overestimated. To say that the shit would have hit the fan was the understatement of the year.

Standing there the events of the evening ran through my mind like a video loop. As they did, I started to smile at my reflection, how many boys had wanted to do what I'd just done, and it'd never happened for them? But here I was, I'd done it and got away with it. At least as long as the stain on the bedroom carpet didn't come back to bite me on the bum, as that would be impossible to explain. The face in the mirror smiled back at me, we were both proud of ourselves. I felt as though I'd got one over on Richard The Turd.

A lot of my emotions were pure relief, but as I reprised the evenings events, a new emotion made its impact on my body...lust. The memory of the sounds of my mothers coming, was replayed continuously in my mind. Before I knew it, my hand had again taken control, removing my cock from my briefs. I walked to the sink, looked again at myself in the mirror, and in no time at all was shooting another load into the bowl. As I did, I imagined the plug hole to be my mother's mouth, and tried to get as many of the spurts as possible to go directly into it.

As the force lessened, the spurt became a dribble and finally stopped. I then used my finger to push the rest of it down the sinks side so that all of it finished up in her 'mouth.' By this time my legs were shaking, and I was starting to feel bad about the thoughts that I was having about my mother. I wasn't worried about the disrespect to my father, but Mum was a special lady, that I'd always respected, and taken care of.

Making sure that there were no tell tale residues left behind, I walked to my room, got into bed, and tried to sleep. It was impossible, as the video loop of my mother coming under my father kept replaying over and over in my mind. So that after another hour and a half, my sock replaced the plug hole as the proxy for my mothers mouth. 

When I caught my breath, I opened my door and listened but there were no noise coming from their room, Dad was most likely passed out again, but I was sure that Mum wasn't asleep. I was so aware of her lying there, thinking about me, and what we'd done tonight. I was sure that she knew that I was in the room when they'd had sex. I hoped that my semen on the carpet would be dried by the morning, as that would take a bit of explaining. I found it really difficult to get to sleep, as the memory of her lips on mine, acting as adrenalin, kept me awake.

I went to sleep eventually and when I awoke the next morning there was silence in the house, I looked at the clock, eleven a.m. and the first thought that I had was the memory of kissing my mother, surprise, surprise I had an erection, which had to be taken care of before anything else. It wasn't rare for me to have an erection first thing in the morning, but somehow this was different. 

The memories of the previous night were so very strong and real that I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine, the warmth of her breath on my face, and the hardness of her nipples under my thumbs. All of these formed the basis of my morning fantasy.

I lay there thinking, and after a while one thing in particular came back to me every time. It was when Mum had said it'd been a long time since anyone had eaten her Big Mac, After hearing how he'd just stuck his dick into her, it was obvious what she meant by that. I guessed that as she seemed to be always ready, he probably thought that he didn't need to waste too much time on her with foreplay. My time with Jane had however taught me that as a woman got older she needed more foreplay, not only for the stimulation, but also so that she could feel still loved. It was the interaction and the contact, the giving and the sharing of love more than a sexual thing. All that sex needed was a stiff dick, Dad obviously had that, but seemed to have forgotten the rest of what love making was all about. 

Just after midday Mum and Dad came down, he entered the kitchen first, "morning," I said in my best cheerful voice, "how's the birthday boy today?"

"Shit," was the answer. It also described how he looked, years of drunken weekends were taking their toll on him. 

"What's the matter Daddy, didn't you sleep well?" 

He just grunted at me.

"You haven't been eating carpet again have you?"

"Fuck you," he snarled, giving me the finger.

"Rich, you know I don't like that language," and she punched him in the shoulder to emphasis the point.

"Yeah whatever, just get me a coffee."

"Of course dear," she said sweetly, and then sarcastically added, "but only because you said please so nicely."

All of that was totally lost on him, "Whatever," was his response as he fell into a chair, and to put the exclamation point to his being uncouth, he sat there scratching his balls.

For the first time Mum's eyes met mine, she looked embarrassed. Was it because of our kisses, my playing with her breasts, because she knew that I was in the room as they'd had sex, or because Dad was being an arsehole again this morning?

When I thought about it, she probably had a bit to be embarrassed about.

Walking behind Mum to help make the coffee I ran my hand down her hip, she looked at me. I gave her my best smile, to which she gave me a strained, somewhat embarrassed look, and pushed my hand away. She looked as ragged as he did. I guessed that she'd had less sleep than anyone.

I cast my eyes at Dad who was just staring out of the window and said very softly, "you ok?"

She nodded, and then after also looking at him said, "you saw didn't you?"

I shrugged and nodded, "yes, I saw you and Dad."

Tears filled her eyes and she turned away embarrassed.

Taking her arm to turn her around, and before I'd had time to think about it said, "I wish it'd been me."

Fortunately Dad wasn't looking at us as she punched me hard in the arm, there were more tears in her eyes now, and she was visibly angry. "Don't ever say that again, the only reason that I gave him sex was because I knew that you hadn't had time to get out of the room, and if he started an argument or turned on the light he would've seen you."

I looked at Dad and he seemed to have fallen asleep so it was ok to continue this conversation. "Do you mean to tell me that you went off like that when you didn't actually feel like it, he almost raped you, and you still came?"

Despite the anger in her she looked a bit sheepish, shrugged and moved away to turn on the kettle.

As soon as she was out of striking distance I said, "even more so now I wish it'd been me with you."

In a flash she was back to being angry, her eyes blazed at me as she mouthed, "NO, stop it."

Grinning I blew her a kiss, she ignored it turning away as Dad called out, "Mary, what's happening with that coffee?"

"It's coming, be patient."

When she brought it to him, I was deliberately standing in the way, so she pushed me roughly to get through, I thought that she was pissed at me, but when she came back I could see her face and she had the start of a smile on it. She couldn't stay mad at me for long.

Mums are like that.

After we had breakfast, or lunch depending on your point of view, Dad as you'd expect fell asleep in the chair, Mum then decided to do the washing. I, being persistent if nothing else, waited a moment for her to get into the laundry, and then followed her quietly so as not to disturb Dad.

She must have heard me coming and turned to face me, standing for a moment, before saying, "I hope you're going to behave yourself, I don't want any more of last night, thank you."

I put my arms around her waist pulling her to me, "Mum, I can't stop thinking about you, and how your lips felt against mine." She didn't pull away, simply putting her hands on the backs of my shoulders.

"Alex, it's wrong we shouldn't kiss like that darling, even though I had to admit to you that I enjoyed it, and I did, but it's still wrong. So it has to stop, it just has to."

"If I don't kiss you right now Mum, I'm going to explode." My hips were pressed against hers, as I pulled her closer to me, she had to feel my hardness. I looked down at her nipples, "and it looks as if I'm not the only one about to explode."

I got a sheepish grin from her, "damn things, I should have them cut off, they give me away every time." She looked behind me, "what's he doing?"

"Sleeping it off again."

"I thought he might, and if I'm honest, when I came in here, I knew you'd follow me if he did. Ok then kiss me like you did last night, but this is the last time, it really does have to end ...soon."

Her hands were now on the back of my neck, and she used then to pull my head down so she could claim my mouth with hers. Even though the kiss was as soft as she wanted it to be, she'd now become more assertive.

I opened my eyes as we kissed, hers were closed, I pulled back on the pressure slightly, but her mouth followed, again seeking mine, even with her eyes closed I could see the rapture on her face. 

The kiss, as always, was just another canoe launched into the slow flowing river, the only things that changed were that instead of her hands being behind my head, her arms had replaced them, so that her body was now fully pressing against mine, and my hands had slipped down from her waist to cup her cheeks.

When she finally surfaced for air, a shudder went through her body, as she pressed herself against me, seemingly trying to get the last drop of emotion from our embrace.

Shaking her head in amazement she said, "I can't believe that my own son could unleash these feelings just by kissing me." Then she realised that I was cupping her cheeks, and moved my hands. "I wish you wouldn't do that, it spoils it."

Quick as a flash, I replied, "if I don't do that again, can I kiss you whenever I want to?"

Mum paused to consider my question and then said, "ok but we'll have to be careful he doesn't see us, it's still not right, but as we're both enjoying it," she shrugged and gave a little wiggle of her body against mine as she hugged me to her. "You'll just have to remember that you're my son, and keep your hands under control."

I nodded agreement, not being as sure as she would have hoped that I actually meant it.

We kissed again, it was obvious that I was on probation, any move towards her good bits, and the deal would have fallen through. It was hard but I was taking a more long term view, as it was obvious that she was actually now the one getting to be the most involved. 

When she at last broke away, her eyes were alive, and she whispered, "thank you, that was nice, and you didn't spoil it by groping me."

For the rest of the day nothing much happened, all three of us were feeling a bit second hand, and sat around not doing anything, and then went to bed early.

Dad went up a couple of seconds before Mum, I called out, "goodnight Dad." True to form he just grunted.

Mum stopped at the bottom step and turned to me, as if waiting.

"Goodnight Mum."

"Goodnight Alex," by this time Dad was at the top of the stairs.

Softly I said, "do I get a goodnight kiss tonight, or what?"

She looked up at his retreating back, "I'll be up in a minute Rich, ok?"

He said nothing, just waving his arm at her.

Mum moved back into the kitchen smiling, she had one last look back at Dad to ensure that he was still heading to the bedroom, and then stood about three feet away from me.

"This isn't going to happen every night, but it'll be a nice way to finish the weekend." With that she moved into my arms, whilst putting hers around my neck, so that she could then pull my mouth down to meet hers. Just before our lips met she said softly with her breath again hot on my face, "Kiss me softly, just as you did last night."

It was different kissing her standing up like this, she was giving me a full body press as she had in the laundry, her breasts and her hips pushing hard into me. Just as I could feel her breasts and her mound, she must have been able to feel my erection.

We kissed for two, maybe three minutes, all the time soft and sensual, again she was the one whose tongue broke through our lips, it was just inquisitive, looking around seeing what it may find. A small noise started again in her throat, as before. When I thought how Dad had just stuck his prick into her, I could understand why she found our way to be more enjoyable, and wondered how she'd respond if I could get her alone. For the first time, this became a part of my thinking.

I was prepared to stay like this until morning, but she had to go to bed with Dad. So eventually she pulled back slightly, and giving a big sigh, she put her head onto my chest saying, "I don't think that your dad has ever kissed me like that." As she turned away I said, "I don't want you to go to him."

Mum walked to the stairs, turning around with tears in her eyes, and in a soft voice said, "neither do I." She looked down at my erection and with that cheeky grin of hers added, "did you have one of those to take care of last night?""

I nodded. "two of them actually."

Her face brightened, she moved back a couple of feet towards me saying, "Two, that's pretty good. I had something to take card of as well after he went to sleep. Knowing that my son was watching us was such a turn on for me, I think that helped me to come with him. What he did just wasn't enough for me, I was just on fire like I haven't been for years." She then turned and disappeared from view, I moved to stand at the bottom of the stairs looking up at her, she stopped at the top and looked back smiling.

I made as if I was trying to look up her skirt, she smiled more broadly at that, and then as she turned to walk away stopped, raised her skirt well above her waist and walked on. It was clear that she wasn't wearing much, if anything at all underneath. Just before she moved completely out of my view, she turned around and blew me a kiss.

For the next two days, whenever we were able, we found the time to be together and would kiss passionately, often in the most romantic places, such as the garage, the basement, the laundry, and of course my personal favourite, the garden shed. I didn't know that fertiliser was an aphrodisiac, it must be as the two times that we were in there together, I came out with an erection.

Every time that we were alone, our eyes would lock, and we'd move together. No words needed to be spoken, it was all in the eyes, a quick glance around to make sure that we really were alone, and off we'd go. Mum was obviously getting aroused, but what really pissed me off was that as soon as I tried to touch something that I shouldn't, she'd move away, say no, and them want to come back into my arms and start the process again. 

The only time I'd got away with anything had been the night of Dads party, when I got to play with her nipples for a while, then again in her bed before she made me stop, and of course when my hand cupped her cheeks in the laundry. At these times of course she'd no realisation of what I was doing to her, until we'd stopped kissing.

Oh and did I mention that I had a lot of erections.

Several times after we'd kissed, Mum tried to find out who the older woman was that I was seeing, she tried really hard but I refused to tell her. I was still unsure how she'd react about my getting involved with a married woman with a husband who was away for a year, even if Jane had told me that her husband was cool with it. 

On Tuesday night Mum was reading the local community paper when she said, "damn, The Wolf Of Wall Street's finishing tomorrow night and I wanted to see it, will you take me please Rich?"

"No," he said without even looking at her. "It'll be on cable in a couple of weeks, why do I pay fifty bucks a month for that and we still go to the movies? It's just a waste of time and money, besides, I want to watch the wrestling, sport, that's what we have cable for."

"Please, you know that I like the cinema, I like the big screen and the surround sound, it's so much more exciting."

He didn't even look at her, "NO."

She turned to me and said, "Alex would you be a darling and take your old Mum to the movies tomorrow night please?" She had her back to him so he couldn't see the great big grin on her face. It was like looking at a Cheshire cat, she'd set him up beautifully, and he'd fallen for it.

"Dunno, do you think I should Dad?"

He didn't look up as he grunted, "It's up to you, just don't wake me up when you come home."

"Ok, we'll make sure to be quiet."

Mum blew me a small kiss.

The next night it was hard to know how to dress, I wanted to look good for Mum, but didn't want to overdo it. However when I thought about it, I knew that she would present herself well, and thought that I should also, and if Dad was true to form, he most likely wouldn't even notice.

It's a lot easier for men, we just put on nice pair of slacks, a clean shirt, clean shoes, and we're set. But women have to have everything just right, and just right she was. She wore a simple green Thai Silk dress, it wasn't new, we'd seen it before, but it was special. It had about a dozen small buttons all the way up from the bottom to the top, a fairly low neckline, short sleeves, and a belt at the waist. It stopped an inch above her knees. The one thing that it did do was to emphasis her three best features, her breasts, her legs and her rear end, she looked sensational. I'd taken a bit of care, but compared to Mum, I looked like a workman just home from the factory.

As I saw her my jaw dropped and I hoped that she didn't hear the soft, "fuck!!" that escaped my lips. I wondered if she'd overdressed as when he saw her, Dads head turned round for a second look, before going back to watch the wrestling. By the time we'd said our goodbyes, he would have forgotten about us.

I was in a dream, when we got to the car in the garage, I looked at her in awe. I opened my mouth but no words came out, and then without engaging my brain, my mouth let out softly, "fuck you're hot." 

Normally she would have voiced her disapproval of the language, but the only sign of that, was as she slightly screwed up her mouth, however the light in her eyes showed that she took it for the spontaneous complement that it was. I drove, we took her car, as it was clean, mine never was. We drove mostly in silence, there didn't seem any need for words. Before we'd got too far down the street, she without looking at me, placed her hand softly over mine, and left it there until we'd arrived and I'd turned off the engine. We parked in a quiet side street near the theatre, and as the engine died she looked at me in the dark saying in her softest voice, "is this a date, is this our first date?"




S'wrong Son



My heart was pounding and I already had the start of an erection as I looked at her, leaning across and just before kissing her softly, said, "yes and you're the most beautiful date that I've ever had, first or otherwise."

As we were early for the theatre, the kiss, like all of our kisses, just drifted on and on, as if we were a million miles from anywhere, and in no hurry to be anywhere else. When we broke apart, and looking at me with tears in her eyes and her voice cracking with emotion she said, "no one has ever kissed me like that, no one ever."

We paused for a moment so that she could dab her eyes and fix her lips, and then until we got out into the lights we walked holding hands.

The theatre was almost empty, there were only three other people in as this was the last night, so we sat as far away from them as we could. When the lights went down Mum leaned against me. I took it as a sign that she wanted my arm around her. As I pulled her towards me, it was too easy for me to place my hand softly onto her breast, she gave me an exasperated look, then moved it to her shoulder. But I wasn't happy about that and moved it down to her hip, which I rubbed softly several times, then saying, "what beautiful material."

"Thank you," as she placed her hand over mine, was it affection, or was it to stop me again touching something that I shouldn't?

Soon we settled down into what was a more comfortable position for both of us, with Mums head on my shoulder, her arm across me, and her forehead just under my ear. This seemed to leave my hand now with complete freedom to roam wherever it wanted to.

I started by running the tips of my fingers lightly over her arm, her shoulder, and then her throat, until it came to rest casually on the top of her chest, with the tips of my fingers just burrowing slightly into her soft cleavage. She said nothing, but she did rub her forehead against my jaw, before lifting her face and kissing me under my ear, then moving back to focus on the film.

Naturally my hand slid down to cup her breast, my fingers seeking out her nipple, it was already thick and hard. The change to her breathing told me that she was getting pleasure from it, Mum was also pressing her forehead into the space under my jaw.

We were only a few minutes into the film and she'd now abandoned all pretence of watching it, and had her face hard against my neck, kissing all the way from my jaw to the hairline behind my ear. Her hot breath and mouth on my neck made me think that we were getting a bit too far down the track for a mother and son in the cinema, so I pulled away slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"We're going to get arrested."

"Then take your hand off my breast."

My response was to press her nipple harder between my thumb and forefinger, the pain caused her to bite her bottom lip, but she didn't say stop. Her eyes sparkled with fire, and we then kissed, just a short one, not at all like one of our standard five minute 'canoe in the river' kisses. The film by now being largely ignored and forgotten. As was now the routine, her bottom lip seemed to have found its place between my teeth. She seemed to like having her lip bitten and stretched away from her, until it would stretch no more, and spring back into place. Sometimes I bit her slightly too hard, and she'd draw in her breath, but never told me to stop.

I of course was watching to see if anyone had noticed what we were up to, as best as I could tell, no one had to that point, Mum just didn't seem to care.

As the kiss ended, Mum put her mouth back against my throat and went back to nibbling my skin. I made several unsuccessful attempts to slide my hand inside her bra, but she was sitting twisted which made it firmer against her skin. So that the best that I could do was to get two fingers in far enough to capture her nipple, but that was all.

She ignored my struggles and continued to kiss my neck, then after a short time got up. My heart sank I thought that she'd had enough because I'd pushed her too far.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I need the bathroom."

I wasn't interested in the stupid film, and waited impatiently for Mums return. She slid back easily into my arms, my hand rested for a moment on her chest, but something was different. Moving downwards inch by inch, it slid very easily further into her dress, and cupped her now naked breast. She'd removed her bra, and her entire beautiful, naked breast was mine to enjoy.

It was warm and firm to my touch, I couldn't fit it all in my hand, so I compromised by cupping as much as I could, to be then able to run my thumb across her nipple with ease. Both her nipple and I enjoyed that arrangement.

Looking up at me, she smiled the look of love that only a mother could have for her son, saying, "I hope I don't regret that."

"You won't," I replied continuing to cup her breast in my palm, and then squeezing her nipple softly between my thumb, and the base of my index finger. "Nice?"

With a look of ecstasy on her face, and half hooded eyes she bit her bottom lip, and nodded, "Very."

"Then you're not regretting it?" 

She shook her head, "not yet at least," and went back to kissing my neck. So that was the way we watched the rest of the movie, with Mum sometimes having to bite her lip to stop everyone in the theatre from knowing how much she was enjoying her son massaging her breast and nipple.

The only time we changed anything was when Leonardo De Caprio's character, kissed Joanna Lumley's character, when we showed them both how a kiss should really be. I read in a magazine that they'd needed about thirty takes before these two big time stars got it right. They should've used Mum and I, we got it spot on first time, every time.

We just continued to kiss and cuddle from there on, she kissed my neck and I of course played with her beautiful naked breast, or at least as much of it as I could get into my hand.

As soon as the final music started we moved quickly from the cinema, not stopping in the foyer in case someone who'd seen what we were doing inside recognised us. When we reached the dark, we again held hands all the way to the car, and of course as soon as the doors closed behind us, we were kissing again, with my hand instantly onto her breast.

Mum pulled away saying, "we're going to have to pull back a little from now on, if we don't it'll go too far and your Dad'll work out what's happening, ok?"

She was right of course but that was something that I didn't want to hear.

"Do we have to?"

"Yes of course we do, it's gone too far tonight really," and as she softly stroked the side of my face, added, "but I've enjoyed myself more than I have in years."

"Maybe we can do it again soon."

Still stroking my face she said, "I think that'd be nice, let's start to talk about it in front of him and see what he says, now let's go as we all have work tomorrow."

Mum again put her hand on top of mine all the way home, only removing it when the car had completely stopped in the garage. She said, "better not kiss me here until we know if he's still up or not." I was disappointed, but had to agree, it made sense, even though sense wasn't something that I was too interested in at the time.

We moved quietly to the bottom of the stairs from where we could hear him in bed softly snoring. I put both my arms around her and cupped her breasts, but she pulled away saying, "oh I've left my purse under the front seat, it's got my make up in it and I'll need it in the morning, would you be a love and get it for me please?"

"Do you really need it now?"

"No, not now, but I will in the morning, please be a darling and get it for me."

"Ok wait here, I'll be right back."

Not really seeing why she needed it right now, I went to the car, and then returned. When I did she wasn't there, but neatly folded over the back of a chair was the green Thai Silk dress, with her underwear on the top.

Grabbing them I ran to the bottom of the stairs.

She was standing naked at the top. Christ she looked sensational in the light from below. She smiled and held her hands out from her body with her palms facing to me as if saying, "you like?" Her big black nipples and thick bush of pubic hair stood out in the half light.

For the second time tonight an involuntary, "fuck!!" escaped my lips, but she was too far away to hear, thankfully.

I started to climb the stairs, but she shook her head, gave me a firm, "NO," before gliding silently to the door of their room, pausing only to look at me briefly, before closing it a few seconds before I arrived.

I put my mouth against the door, I knew she was leaning against it and could hear me as I whispered, "please open the door Mum, please open the door for me."

There was silence.

I asked her again to open the door, but there was still no response, the only sound was that of my father snoring. It was obvious that our night was over and that I'd no options other than to lock up and go to bed, unfortunately alone. Going back down stairs, and standing there my mind in a whirl, I looked forlornly at her clothes in my hand, before eventually turning off the lights and climbing the stairs again.

Stopping silently at their door and listening intently, I was soon able to hear those unmistakable sounds of sex. To stand there and have to listen to Dad taking her brought tears to my eyes. It hurt me to think that after the night we'd just had, to be as we'd been, to have Mum give me access to her breasts as she had. And when she'd been home less than five minutes, she could be in bed with Dad screwing her.

Yes screwing her, because that was all that he did, just stick his dick into her, dump his load, turn over and go to sleep. No one could think of that as love making. The fact that I thought that I heard her come for him, was totally down to her being always ready, it'd nothing at all to do with him, or indeed love.

It was now clear, that the role that I played in her life was as a warm up man, getting her ready for him, I was the foreplay that she desperately needed, and he wouldn't, or couldn't be bothered giving to her.

I put her clothes on the floor, got undressed, and then standing in the passage with my back against the opposite wall, I masturbated, firing my seed across the hall, hitting the door, and leaving a snails trail from it to me. There was no love from me to her in that, in fact my feelings were as far from love as I could get.

When I got to my room my legs were shaking, and I was really angry, I felt such a fool, I'd held her hand, I'd kissed her and held her in my arms, so that all she'd got from me was affection. I'd given her a whole evening of true love. 

And what was my reward? Absolutely nothing at all, perhaps you might regard removing her bra and letting me touch her breasts as a reward, but you'd be more realistic if you accepted, that this was just a way for her to become more aroused for my father to get the benefit of. The only person who'd got rewarded was Dad, the man who was totally ignoring her emotional needs, he was just, not to put too fine a point on it, simply fucking her.

Sitting there too emotional to go to sleep, I examined her clothing, sinking my nose into the back of her dress were she'd sat down. Her scent was so strong, had she been so stimulated that she'd left the dress for me, knowing that I'd do this, and know how turned on she was? If there were any doubts about her state of arousal her briefs dispelled it, with the thick coating of slime lying there. I ran my finger through it, it attached itself to me like glue, to leave this for me to find was like sticking a knife into my gut, it let me know just how turned on she was, and what it was that I'd missed out on.

Unable to help myself, I greedily licked it off my finger, replaced it with more, licked that off also, only to repeat the exercise for a third time. Before then burying my nose as deeply into her briefs as I could, breathing in her overpoweringly, heady aroma. Her deposit stuck to my face and hands.

Standing there naked with her underwear in my hand, and an erection, it was inevitable that I was going to fire off another load, which I did, to be honest more in anger than lust, choosing to use one of the cups of her bra. I didn't use her briefs as you can only do that once, and then all they smell of is you, they then become worthless for my purpose.

Just as on Saturday night after the party, I couldn't sleep, I kept running over the evening in my mind, and so at just after twelve thirty, I fired another load of my best issue into the second bra cup, again as much in anger as anything else. It never occurred to me that she hadn't expected me to use her underwear for this, what else could she have had in mind, but was this my consolation prize?

Somewhere after that point, I resolved that if I was the one getting my Mother hot, then I needed to get some reward for effort. That I'd put aside my anger, and set about the process of having her, and damn the consequences.

The next morning, I of course woke up with an erection and this time her briefs were the recipient of that load. In the shower I said to myself, "For a young man who has a red hot forty six year old women, who's husband's out of the country, and is hot to trot, you're jerking off far too much. You need to go and see Jane real soon." I resolved to call her later that day. 

It was hard to get a moment alone with Mum when we were having breakfast, as we were all running around with the organised confusion that was our normal morning rush. Dad also always seemed to be in the way, so other than a few moments of eye contact, and a couple of grins, we were unable to really communicate. Except when she said in an aside, "did you like your present?"

"I'd have liked it better if you hadn't gone and closed the door."

She didn't notice that there was sharpness in my voice.

"Just can't happen," she said shaking her head, and as she filled up with tears, her voice dropped down very low, "you know, THAT, just cannot happen."

"Mum, we both want it."

"No, I don't, no it just can't," and as she walked away, turned back to look at me from about ten feet away, "you know that it just can't, don't you?"

I nodded, mouthing, "yes it can," but before I could pursue the matter further, she'd left to go to work. I'd consciously decided to ignore my anger, and keep on with my attempts to make sure that, THAT, did happen. Prior to the last weekend, I would have laughed if anyone had told me that I'd have set my sights on my own mother, but here I was with her dominating my entire time and thoughts.

Talking aloud to myself I said, "The good news is, as least I'm getting her sexy, all that I have to do is find a way to replace my father between her legs." As soon as those words left my mouth, I regretted them, it was very uncouth, the sort of thing that my Father himself would've said. As my mother, she deserved better than that from me. But what it did do, was to show me that the hurt I felt by her having sex with Dad after we'd been together as we had, was very real, and still in me.

What hurt the most was that I'd committed to her more quickly than I would normally have done with a new woman. I'd committed to her totally, and of course forgotten the small matter of her having a husband, who coincidently was my father. No matter how much better our kissing was, no matter how horny she got with me, she was still my Fathers wife.

During the day I got a call from Jane, wanting to know why I hadn't been around to see her. I told her that there was a bit on at work, but that I was going to call on the way home. The best thing about an older married woman was that there was no beating around the bush, no bullshit, it was straight to the point, and the point was...sex.

I called Jane first and then left work at two p.m. telling the boss that I had to buy a birthday present for my niece, and had some other stuff to take care of. He was cool with that as he knew that I'd make up the time without him having to worry too much about it. As long as the job got done, he didn't worry about too much.

I went straight to Jane's house, knocked on the door which opened immediately, but there was no one there. This was common practice, I walked in, the door shut behind me, and there standing behind it wearing nothing but a smile, was Jane. 

We kissed each other from one end of our bodies to the other over the next two and a half hours. The sex, as usual, was outstanding, and again as usual, when I left her we were both wrecked, but something this time was different, something was not quite right.

I'd kept thinking of Mum all of the time that I'd been with Jane, I was still angry at her for screwing Dad, and used that to justify my being there with Jane, when I was showing signs of having feelings about my Mother. As I drove home, I couldn't get Mum out of my mind, I felt as though I'd been unfaithful to her. The more I thought about it of course, the more that I realised, and had to accept as fact, that she was married to Dad. And as such they had every right to screw each other stupid every night if they wanted to, and if the sex wasn't as good as she wanted, that was then her problem. 

Anyway she seemed to have put up with it for a few years now, and was quite used to letting him do her, and then flying sole afterwards. It seemed so very wrong that when Mum was as hot as she was, she was still happy to accept second best from him. What I couldn't and wouldn't accept was that I'd been the one who got her horny for him, and he'd got the benefit of that, not me.

That night Mum and I were able to speak more as I helped with the dishes; she looked over her shoulder at Dad in the lounge room saying, "can I have my dress back please?"

"Of course...eventually."

"Did you wear it?"

"No, that thought never even entered my head."

"Can I have my underwear back too?" This, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"But do you really want them back?" I returned the twinkle.

"I don't know, you tell me, do I really want them back?" The twinkle was totally evil now.

"Not really, you can't, anyway I'll need them again tonight."

Dad then came and sat in the kitchen to read the paper, so that stopped any more banter between us, and when we'd finished the dishes and went into the lounge room, he again followed, and so that killed any chance of quality time alone together. 

Mum had tried so hard to get me to tell her who the older woman was that I was seeing, and by this time I was almost ready to tell her. She'd been at me everyday, in fact I thought that she was making herself available for me to kiss her at times, so that she could then push me harder to find out Jane's name.

I looked forward to the next day, Friday, as that was Mum's day off, and I started late at work, so we'd have some time alone together, hopefully quality time. Unfortunately Dad stayed home doing paperwork before going to his normal Friday afternoon meeting at the office, and he only left a minute or so before I had to.

Mum said, "I thought he'd never go," as she melted into my arms. We kissed for as long as we could, our kisses had progressively developed a little more urgency, and her tongue came across immediately every time. She was in fact taking that more assertive role, we weren't kissing in the way that I thought that Dad kissed her, like eating a Big Mac. She was however being somewhat more forceful than before. Eventually, of course I had to go to work. We just kissed right up to the last moment and I ran out of the house so fast, that I almost took her tongue with me. I absolutely had to be at work by ten thirty, without fail, particularly as I'd cut out early yesterday. At least she never asked for Jane's name this time, she never had the time to.




S'wrong Son



Mum rang me during the day to say that they were going out that night and also the next night, Saturday, this was cool with me as I played basketball Fridays, and was going to a friends thirtieth birthday the next night.

When I awoke on Saturday morning, it was later than normal, almost eight o clock. Mum and Dad both normally had things to do on Saturdays which required then to be out early. I just accepted that they'd changed their plans and I got up to shower.

After a few minutes the water pressure dropped sharply, and I knew that someone had gone into the other shower. I'd got out and started to dry myself when there was a knock on the door. After wrapping the towel round me I opened it to see Mum there, she said, "can I come in this shower please, we've slept in, Dad woke first and went into our shower knowing full well that I've got to be out before he does?"

"He's an arsehole," I said, and then added, "of course, you go through," stepping aside, and then pulling the door closed behind me. 

Mum didn't argue the point of him being an arsehole, so we at least agreed on that.

I walked away three or four steps before realising that I hadn't closed the door fully, and the fan in the room had caused the door to open slowly inwards. Giving in to temptation I went back to look at Mum in the shower, the glass had misted over, so I could only make out her shape.

Not wanting to get caught by Dad, I went to their room, made sure that he was still in the shower, and then went back and stood in the doorway watching her bathe. I could only see her outline, but when she turned into the right direction, I could make out the dark patches created by her nipples and pubic hair. Those beautiful thick, black nipples that I'd held between my fingers in the cinema, and the pubic hair that I so badly wanted to touch.

After some twenty seconds or so she stopped moving, and I knew that she'd seen me standing there, she waited, immobile for several seconds, and then reaching up, redirected the shower head onto the door.

There she was in all her glory, naked, totally naked, the view was a little vague as the water ran down the glass, but what I saw was enough to capture my attention totally.

We both stood there looking at each other, before my instincts took over and I was drawn into the bathroom, moving forward propelled by an invisible force, I opened the shower door and there she was. Her expression was one of fear, the water running down her body in rivers made some of her skin very red, and other parts not so. 

My eyes ran over her entire body, her breasts hanging down a little seemed larger than I expected them to be, her nipples also bigger than expected. Her pubic hair, totally wet and matted, clung to her thighs. It looked blacker than I'd expected, but being wet, had lost it's thickness, and with it the ability to conceal. Even from above I could see that her lips were hanging down and visibly apart.

We stood, looking at each other, my erection pushing out the front of my towel showed how aroused I was. Mum was licking her lips and blinking her eyes nervously, she was also running her hands up and down her hips. Added to that her rampant nipples and opened lips, gave an indication that I wasn't the only one aroused. 

Still we stood without speaking staring at each other, when my hand with a mind of it's own, reaching out cupped her breast. Her eyes opened wide, and her nostrils flared, as feelings ran through her body.

Her breast was warm and wet, as you'd expect in the shower, but the feelings were more than just that. There was something quite different, that I can't describe in words, it was a level of emotion that I've never even imagined was possible.

The hand still being taking directions from outside forces, after paying homage to the nipple once again, slowly moved down her stomach, over her navel and started on it's final journey, Cupping as it passed the small tummy caused by my birth, then running under it, until I could feel her pubic hair. The water on her body made it soft and slick, and so without even a moment's hesitation my hand slid between her legs, to cup her opening.

As Mum's breath drew sharply in, a look of panic took over her face, it was obvious that she wasn't in control any more than I was. I stood there for perhaps five seconds cupping her in my hand, before slowly raising my middle finger, which encountered no resistance at all, the shower wasn't the only thing that was making her wet, it helped, but wasn't really necessary.

As soon as it entered her, my finger slid upwards along the front of her cavern, looking for her G Spot, slowly and sensually it slid up and back, up and back, up and back several times. Mum had her eyes closed and was trembling. She moved her hand down to cover mine, but made no attempt to remove it from her.

I was now racked with indecision as to where this was going, I had her mound in my hand and my finger inside stimulating her. Mum had her hand covering mine as if to keep my finger inside, and then in an unconscious move, turned to face me more front on. She then put her other hand on my shoulder to steady herself. Her eyes opened momentarily to meet mine, before closing again, as her head dropped down onto her chest.

The spell that was being cast over her was broken by a sudden increase in the water pressure from the shower, she didn't realise for an instant, but when she did, knew that Dad had finished his shower and turned off the water. I stepped back sharply from her, as I did, my towel dropped to the ground.

My eyes went to hers but she was looking down at me, she drew in her breath, and a small sound came from her throat. Then her eyes reluctantly came up to meet mine, but she wasn't able to hold my view, and they again dropped down, this time staying there.

"I have to go Mum, I really do have to."

Without raising her eyes she nodded. Holding the towel in my hand, I closed the shower door and walked into the hall pulling the door behind me. Not wanting the moment to end, I walked to their bedroom and listened, the shower fan was still going telling me that he was still in there, probably drying himself.

Fortified by that information, I walked back, opened the door, and stood there again looking at Mum. She'd dropped down onto her knees, had her left hand on the wall to steady herself, and her right hand was between her legs as she gave herself relief. The noise that she made was far in excess of what she'd made with Dad either time. Without stopping, she slid seamlessly into a second orgasm, before raising her eyes to lock with mine. She knelt there, making was no attempt to hide what it was that she was doing, she'd had to get herself off, and I'd caused her to have to do that.

Our relationship had moved through another frontier, and I wasn't sure that either of us were now in control of it, it'd assumed a life of its own, and who knew were it would take us? 

By this time, the shower had fogged up again, and my Mother was just a vague outline, so I went to my room, locked the door, and engaged in a bout of high level self abuse for the next hour. By the time I came out, both Mum and Dad had left.

We didn't see each other for the rest of the day, as we were both out and about, but the events of the morning kept running through my mind again and again. Mum rang at six thirty to say that they were leaving to meet up with friends. At the same time she asked when I'd be home from the thirtieth. I told her that I had to be home by one a.m. as I was playing golf at ten thirty next morning. She seemed satisfied with that, said have a good night and hung up. There was no mention of this morning, maybe Dad was there.

Right on one a.m. I pulled into the garage, and was surprised to see that their car was already there. This must have been the first time ever that Dad had got home from anywhere by one, he was hard core where a party was concerned.

Quietly I moved past their room which was in total darkness, and went into the shower. I wondered if they were all right as they'd obviously been home for some time, and were now asleep.

After the shower, I wrapped the towel around me and went to my room. As I started to dry myself, I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see my mother standing there.

My mouth dropped, she looked so beautiful, she'd obviously taken a lot of time to present herself, was it for me? I hoped so. 

Her make up was spot on, her hair the same, and she was wearing the most gorgeous Jade Green nightgown. When the light shone from the right quarter, it was totally transparent, everything was visible. But when she moved and the light came from another angle, the only things which were noticeable were the dark patches that were her nipples and pubic hair. It was far more arousing to see her like that than if she'd been totally naked.

I was stunned, I just stood there staring, my heart was hammering away, and I was totally unable to speak. I stared at her breasts with those big brown nipples, were they the best nipples I'd ever seen? I thought they just might have been.

Speechless, I sort of waved a hand at her, and then managed a vague, "the nightdress."

"Like it?"

I was only capable of nodding.

"I bought it for you this morning."

Again all I could manage was to nod, and then a feeble, "nice, thank you."

Our eyes met, "I like what you're wearing too."

I was of course naked and my erection there for her to see, she moved towards me, took it in her hand and said, "it feels nice, just as nice as I thought it would. It's been a few years since I've seen it, now this is the second time today, but it's been worth the wait."

As she'd moved, her gown had flowed along behind her; she looked regal and majestic. Her eyes were sparkling, she glowed from head to foot, and had an aura about her that I'd never seen in any woman before.

Still holding me in her hand she pressed her body against mine, and then releasing my cock, put both her arms around my neck, saying, "do you realise it's sixteen hours since we've been together, I hope you've missed me as much as I've missed you."

As we kissed her hips pressed my erection hard between us, her breasts felt hard and heavy against me, and her nipples bored into me like drills.

I was used to kissing her for long periods, but there was something worrying me and so I broke the kiss. She stepped back looking concerned, "is there something wrong, don't you want to kiss me?"

"Of course I want to kiss you, it's just that, well, what about Dad?"

"He's got too drunk to even walk so he's sleeping it off at Dave and Rebecca's house, Dave'll bring him home at eleven, on his way to the football."

"How did that happen, I thought he behaved himself with his work crowd?" 

She dropped her head and looking at me from under her eyebrows, with the most angelic look on her face saying, "it wasn't easy, I had to keep topping up his glass all the time when he wasn't looking. Then just to make sure, I poured myself a triple brandy and left it within his reach, he saw it there when his glass was finally empty, took it and drained it in two swigs."

Mum then moved back so that her body was again pressing against mine, "now are we going to stand here talking about him all night, or do you want to kiss me."

I of course wanted to kiss her, and of course she gave as good as she got. Eventually, a little more urgency came into play as my hands roamed her body. For the first time ever she didn't move away, remove my hands, or say no. Mums hands were doing a little roaming of their own too. 

She was now as ready to couple as I was.

She stood back, "do you want to take my nightgown off?"

"It seems a shame, sometimes it's transparent, and you're on show, and then it's not and I've got to use my imagination. You look so beautiful in it, and you'll be just as beautiful out of it."

I reached out, put one finger under the strap on her right shoulder, and then very slowly pushed it until it was hanging down, no longer doing its job. My attention went to the other strap and even slower than before, I pushed that until finally it was freed also, and the nightgown, the beautiful Jade Green nightdress, slid down like a parachute pooling at her feet. For the entirety of this exercise, our eyes were locked.

Stepping back, my eyes took all of her in. 

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Tears filled her eyes, "you're not just saying that, you do mean it don't you."

I was back to only being able to nod my agreement with her.

Both now naked, we came together again, holding each other tightly, there was no reason to kiss, no reason to touch anything other than the others back and shoulders. Communication by touch alone is one of the very special expressions that lovers alone can use.

Less than half a minute later, we were laying in each others arms, I looked at her. Here she was, with every part of her body mine, to touch, feel, kiss, explore and worship. Her mouth, her breasts, and thighs, all the parts that make a woman just that, a woman, were now mine. My mother was now about to give me the greatest gift, other than life itself, that she could.

There was now no hurry, and so the kisses lasted longer, the hands that slid across both of our bodies carried an extra electrical current that caused shivers to rush throughout our bodies.

I raised myself up to again look at Mum lying there, running my hands across her breast to capture the eager nipples, which were standing up hard and proud for me.

"Alex, would you turn the light off for me please?"

"You don't like to make love in the light?"

"It doesn't bother me mostly, but this is a special occasion, and I want all my senses to be concentrated on you, I don't want anything to distract from what you do to me. It's been a very long time since I've been made love to, and I want to sink totally into you. I want to immerse myself into you, and you into me."

I turned out the light, and then starting at her feet kissed her all the way up to the top of her thighs, giving a lot of attention to the crease at the top of her legs, doing everything other than touching her opening. Mums entire focus was now on my touch, she didn't seem capable of getting involved herself, it'd been so long since someone had worshipped her body that she wanted to abandon herself to the feelings that I'd brought for her. Her moans and sighs accompanied by shifting her body trying to get my mouth to cover her mound, showed that a release was close.

I proceeded up her stomach to her breast, as I kissed the side of one she moved her body offering her nipple to my mouth. I avoided taking it, but she used her hand on the back of my head with a handful of hair, to force herself into my mouth. The urgency of her calls made me realise that not only was she ready, she was in fact desperate for release.

As I rolled her nipple across my tongue, I slid my hand down, and as soon as I touched her clitoris, her body jerked violently. The hand on my head ground my face into her breast as the electricity slammed into her, attacking her body. It's difficult to distinguish between the sounds of pleasure and pain, the cries and facial expression cannot be separated, they are total.

Her release was completed by aftershocks, and more aftershocks. She needed only a moment to catch her breath, before she was holding my hair again and dragging my face to hers. "If you can do that to me every time, I'm yours forever, but can you do that every time?"

"Of course I can, you know that it's in you already, you only needed the right person to bring it out."

"Your Dad used to do it for me, but now he's more interested in the drink and a quick screw. He knows that I'll come with him, so doesn't bother much about anything other than himself now." There was a catch in her voice, and then she said, "can you do it again, please," as she pushed my mouth down to her waiting breast.

Amazingly she responded as soon as my lips enveloped her nipple, from where they travelled down across her stomach. After spending time kissing the crease at the top of her legs, I said, "did you say something about no one eating your Big Mac for a while."

She lifted her head giggling like a schoolgirl, "I did say that, didn't I, I wondered if you'd picked up on it." Then she fell back with her arms and legs wide apart, offering herself to me totally.

I knew that I was now in control, and took my time with her, using my mouth and fingers to get her almost to the point of release, before easing back. Then starting on her again as softly as I could, then again stopping just short of allowing her release, only to start again, almost letting her get there, and again, and again, and again. Until finally she got to that moment that I'd been waiting for, when she called out loudly, "please let me go, please, I need to come, I need to come now or I'll explode."

I played a game with Jane that she called climax denial, which meant that I wouldn't let her get there until she begged me for release, and this was now what I'd done to Mum.

So the moment came, that we would be bonded together forever when I gave my mother another climax with me. I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her and slowly worked them in and out, working on her G Spot as my other hand massaged her clitoris.

Her orgasm started somewhere deep inside of her and roared out like an express train, spewing out with enormous force. It was like nothing I'd heard before. It wasn't a cry, a call, or a scream, as I'd heard from other women. It was a deep roar, a base sound, a primal call, an utterance more in keeping with an animal in the jungle than a human being. It went on until all the breath was expelled from her lungs with a hard rasping sound. Harshly and noisily she dragged in more air, filling her lungs to the maximum, so that the first explosion was quickly followed by another, a second just as deep and emptying of her lungs, followed by another harsh demand for air which allowed her to climb to the top of the mountain a third time. 

Even after I stopped stimulating her she continued to hump and jerk her body as if wired up to an electricity supply, she was incapable of getting back under control.

The noises that she made as she jerked and spasemed in her frenzy were a mixture of words and non words, wild and uninhibited they showed the depths that her emotions had taken her to. The sounds ran on and on and on, until there was no more air left in her lungs, and then there was a quiet, a deathly silence that reverberated around the room.

I was frozen as the sounds expelled from her washed over my body, I still had my fingers inside of her, I moved them, but there was no response from her. I figured that she was spent, that she'd held nothing back, and now had nothing left to give. Then I realised that she wasn't fighting for breath as I'd have thought that she would, in fact she wasn't breathing at all.

I sat up panicking, I could see the tabloid headlines running before my eyes, 'Boy fucks mother to death.'

I turned on the light calling out, "Mum, come back to me, breath for Christ's sake, please come back to me, please," as I shook her violently. Finally and thankfully, she started to drag in deep breaths, six, eight or more before she got herself under control.

"Thank God, I thought I'd killed you, you weren't breathing." She was unable to speak, as she was still not as she should be. "Are you ok now Mum?"

"Huh hu." Still breathing deeply.

Eventually she got herself back to normal, and when she did I looked at her, she was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, her hair everywhere. Of the carefully applied make up only about a half of it was still on her face, the rest streaked, on her hands and arms, or on my pillow.




S'wrong Son



I saw a look of fear in her eyes, as she croaked, "what the fuck did you do to me, you took me to a place that I've never been before. Your Dad and I had a pretty good sex life for years, but there was nothing ever like that. This woman of yours must be something out of this world."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I sat there feeling proud of myself, I'd done something for her that Dad had never been able to do.

Again her eyes bored holes into me, and then with all the emotion that her body could muster, spat out, "FUCK!!!"

I was in shock, the worst that I'd ever heard her say was shit, under her breath. I'd ignored the first time that she'd used it but this time was so blatant, that I was shocked.

Smiling broadly she said, "it seems that the first casualty of our new relationship has become the purity of my mouth, but sometimes you need a word to describe your innermost feelings, and fuck just about covers it right now. Actually when I'm with the girls at work we swear worse that the men do, and in my thoughts as well I'm just as bad. I just wanted your Father to respect me, which seems like a lost cause now anyway."

She moved into my arms for a moment, holding me as tightly as she could. Eventually, she raised her head from my chest asking me, "do you want the light off too when you take me?"

"No way, I want it on, I want to make you come again, but this time I want to see your face as you do."

She stroked the side of my face, as I slid down her body only slowing for a brief moment to worship her breasts before continuing over her stomach, in my haste to sample her taste. My brief encounter with her underwear after the movie night had only wetted my appetite for the real thing, and I wasn't disappointed.

She was coated in a thick layer of mucus, not only her opening, but all around her pubic area, along her thighs, and then running down until it reached the sheet. Her hair was matted and flattened against her stomach and thighs.

For the first time now I allowed myself to fully savour not only the aroma, but the taste of her. Her hand had moved to the back of my head, as she gently stroked my hair.

Jane loved me to eat her, as most women do, and mum was no exception to that. Her hips told a story of their own. She was ready again, after several intense minutes of stimulation.

I was in heaven, like most young men of my age I've used my mouth to stimulate women to the point that most of them had found it enjoyable. But this was different, this was my Mother. I raised my head and took in the most wonderful sight that any boy could possibly see. That sacred place from which I'd entered this world. I drank in the view as I ran my fingers lightly across her lips, before putting both index fingers inside, opening and holding them wide apart.

"Are you looking at me?"

"Yes."

I cannot describe the sound that then came from her mouth, but that, and the handful of hair that she grasped, told the story that she was responsive to my gaze on her.

"Can you kiss me there like you do my mouth?"

"Of course."

As I did, her other hand came to rest on the back of my head, it too grasping my hair. The indescribable noise was now a constant flow as my tongue went to work inside. I tried to pull away as I wanted to work on her clitoris, but she pulled me back down, she was in such a good place that she wanted to stay there as long as possible.

Eventually her grip on me relaxed, and I was able to feel her clitoris under my tongue. I gently licked and sucked it, at the same time as I ran my index finger around and around the inside of her swollen lips. Mum started those moaning sounds of approval, and I knew for certain that she was ready again. When she lifted my head saying, "I want to put you inside of me, I want you to take me, I'm ready for you now." I was also ready for her.

It was now my time.

As I slid up her body, her hand reached down and took hold of my cock, guiding me to where her wetness was waiting for it. As soon as she felt contact with her she let just the tip of it inside, before using the head to rub against the inner lips several time. This was clearly something that she liked, I have to say that it wasn't the worst feeling that I'd had that day either. "Nice?"

Her soft smile and nodding head was her only answer, before again closing her eyes to fully enjoy the moment.

I felt her pulling me inside, but that wasn't all. As my cock went in, her index finger, which was lying on the top of it entered her along with it. She first slid her finger to the right as far as it would go, so that the tip of it was actually right under my cock, before moving it to the left, again as far as she could, so that now the tip was touching the very same spot as before, having reached it from the other side. She was circumnavigating my cock with her finger, a way for her to feel me inside of her. Two, three, four times Mum repeated this exercise, before opening her eyes, smiling, and saying, "s'nice too," again closing her eyes, and going back into her own world. 

I let her go on with what she clearly enjoyed, when she opened her eyes again saying, "that's something that we used to do back then, and I'd forgotten about it, my young lover has brought back the young lover in me. Now what I want is for you to look directly into my eyes as you come inside me, will you do that for me?"

I nodded as she took her finger out of her and put her hands onto my back, I could feel the wetness of her right hand, as it slid along me.

"Alex, please take me in the way that you kiss me, softly, slowly and gently."

"Ok Mum," as I slowly pressed myself into her I put my elbows either side of her neck just touching her shoulders. I clasped my hands together above her head, forming a halo around her, she looked biblical, even saintly. There's a line from a Beatles song that I like, something about, Mother Mary come for me, at least that's the way I'll remember it forever now.

I wasn't far from coming, and she sensed it, "keep your eyes open for me, I want to see you as you come into me."

I'd only pressed myself into her for a short time when she called out, "eyes." 

I'd closed them again.

And then I came, it was hard not to thrust wildly into her, but I was able to hold back for her. The most amazing thing was that with our eyes locked, the emotion flowing between them was stronger than the most hard core sex I'd ever had, because it wasn't sex, it was love. I'd returned to the place where I was born. My journey was now completed, it was a homecoming in every sense of the word.

And what a homecoming queen she was to welcome me, the most warm, wild, wet, wonderful, welcoming responsive women in my life ever. A woman who loved me without question, and would do so forever. 

Right at the height of my climax I couldn't stop myself from thrusting harder into her as I finally lost control with my intensity, this was ok with Mum, as she now knew that she'd received my seed, she also knew now that we were completed, just as my journey home was. 

Then she came for me. It was intense, not as intense as the last time that I'd made her come was, but her body and cries told me that she'd enjoyed it. The look on her face, the pure ecstasy of coupling with her son meant that she'd enjoyed it totally, she and I were joined and fulfilled.

As we lay together in the silence, that beautiful after sex silence, when you've shared a spiritual bonding with someone that you love more than anyone else in the world. I held her to me, and she, me to her. Mum was shaking with the emotion of the moment. Silence was all that was needed, words would have been an unwelcome intruder resented by both of us.

When she moved her head and our eyes at last met, she looked so serene. I said to her, "you came with me, it seemed all right, but it wasn't as good for you as before, I'm sorry."

"This was your time Alex, you'd done me so completely, like no one else ever has. You needed to receive something from me to be as powerful as what you did for me. It's ok though, if you'd turned out the light and let me focus totally on what you were doing to me, I probably would have come as hard as before. But then again, I'm not sure that this old body would have been able to take another one like that. It was so very intense, it was a total experience for me." There was so much love in her as she said, "you will do that every time for me, won't you, please?"

I nodded, I was feeling pretty good about myself.

"Now," said Mum, thinking that maybe my guard was down, "who's this woman that's taught you to do these things to me, what's her name?" 

I laughed, seeing right through her, "Her name's Jane."

"Jane?"

"Jane Clarke."

"Do I know her?"

"I don't think so, she lives over in the next street."

"Will I meet her?"

"Dunno, maybe at some time, but now I have to ask you something."

"Yes, of course."

"What's brought this on, you know, you and I?"

Mum closed her eyes, contemplating her answer for a moment, then said, "a lot's been happening in my life for a while now. Since I've turned forty I've found it hard to accept my age. Society makes a woman feel as if her life's ended at forty, and yet I don't feel old, even though your Dad keeps telling me that I am. I think he does that because he does feel his age, and he wants to bring my self esteem down. I've found it harder and harder lately to say no when other men hit on me, especially when your fathers idea of sex just isn't what it used to be, and it certainly isn't what mine is anyway."

"Mum, if what I've heard for the last two times that you've had sex is how it's become, you've certainly got something to complain about."

"Two times, you've heard us twice. I knew that you were in the room on Saturday night." She paused thinking, "so then you must have heard us after you and I came back from the cinema?"

"Yes I did, and I need to know why you let him have you that night, for me it spoiled the evening that we'd just had, that was our night, a very special night, and hearing him having you just shattered me, why did you do it with him?"

"Alex, I wanted to make love with you so, so much that night, but I just couldn't bring myself to take that huge step then, so I left you my clothes as a sort of consolation prize. But I hadn't thought it through completely, because of course, when I got into the room, I was naked. I didn't want to wake him up going into my drawers looking for a nightgown, so when I got into bed and he turned into me, he felt that I was naked, and thought that I wanted sex, so how could I explain it away if I didn't let him have me?"

"But you enjoyed it?"

"Yes, I always enjoy it to some extent, but you saw tonight just what I can be with some real love and attention applied to me, didn't you?"

"Yes, there's a bit for me to work with that's for sure."

Mum then looked down, "damn there's a wet spot," and then getting out of bed, started walking towards the door.

"Where're you going?"

"I think that you and I have some unfinished business in the shower from this morning, and then because of that wet spot, we're just forced to have to sleep in my bed." She turned smiling, "but only if that's all right with you?"

"That's cool ma, in fact I think I'll like having you in that bed, even more than in mine."

"I thought you might somehow. Now, when am I going to meet your lady...Jane, right?"

"Yes it's Jane, but why do you want to meet her?"

"Oh I just thought it might be fun, this is the new me, I'm forty four in two months, and I think it's about time I had my mid life crisis, you know try some new things. Look for new horizons, that sort of thing, I'm sure you can understand that. But for now it's time for us to revisit the shower, are you coming lover?" 

She stopped as a thought struck her, "Lover, it's got such a ring to it hasn't it? My lover my son, my son my lover, yes a very nice ring to it, if I may say so."

Like every good son, I never argued with my Mum, I just agreed, and of course, my Mother my lover, my lover my Mother, sounded just as good to me.