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The Clan Ch. 02

By: Tarkas3



Chapter 2 - Kyle

Kyle watched as his best friend Josh drove off. He really liked Josh and his mother, as his own mother Heather, did. Kyle's mother stood next to her big son, or 'big man' as she loved to call him – and he loved it too. He loved the way he was so much bigger then his mother; he felt like her protector and he always believed that while he was around, no one could hurt her. His mother Heather, for her part loved how it felt to have such a big, strong son who was totally devoted to her. Heather knew that Kyle's love for her was unquestionable. As usual she had her arm linked in his and wondered at his expression as he watched his friend drive away. She wondered if he was sad because Josh was more like a brother to him, even if they were an odd pairing and they were going their separate ways home. But no... something told Heather it was more than that this time, there was something else going on in her son's mind, and she wondered what. However, Heather had learnt from when Kyle was a small child, that she only had to wait and Kyle would tell her everything; so long ago she thought and tightened her arm in his as she snuggled into his powerful arm,. She knew there was no point in trying to get it out of him before he was ready, so she would wait. Now Kyle began to walk them to their car, and he tilted his head quite a way to rest on the top of hers as they walked. Heather loved it when her 'big man' did this.

Kyle had been thinking how hard the task before his best friend Josh, would be. He knew that within 1 hour of arriving home, his task would be complete; but poor Josh was so small and skinny and with such a small dick. Not much to offer his mother, thought Kyle. On the other hand Kyle knew that all it would take would be for himself to tell his mother his desire for her, and she would more than willingly submit. In fact Kyle was sure his mother would be a very enthusiastic partner. How did Kyle know this? That was easy. 

He ran through the 'hows' one more time in his mind as his mother drove out of the camp car park. In fact as she did, one of the 'hows' was evident; she had her left hand resting on her son's thigh. She had been doing this for as long as Kyle could remember, and it was resting very high up his thigh too – within an inch of his monster. Like the rest of him, Kyle's dick was big. It must have been 8 inches when fully erect. He knew that some people boast of 10, 11 even 12 inches, but he also knew most of those claims were bullshit. Even the legendary John Holmes wasn't as big as some men claim they are, and John Holmes couldn't even obtain completely hard erection – Kyle had seen some of his movies. Jeremy could do anything; even get porno movies for The Clan to watch. Kyle, like the others, had learnt so much from them. He smiled to himself at the semi hard John Holmes, because that was all Holmes' body was capable of – maybe he would collapse if he had a real hard erection, Kyle thought to himself and smiled again.

What else did Kyle know to make him think his mother would easily be his lover? Well, she loved to have him in her bed and found all sorts of excuses, such as fear of thunder storms, very cold nights that weren't that cold, a bit of a scare at work or when driving home or anything else she could think of. Then there was there was way she insisted they sit together on the couch as they watched TV. Kyle had to sit in the corner of the couch with his right leg out straight down the length of the couch along the back, and his left foot on the floor. This opened his legs enough for his mother to snuggle into her son's big, hard body between his legs. Heather would sit with her knees drawn up, no matter how short her dress, skirt or nighty was, and as her head rested on his big chest she would have her arms wrapped around her knees. Heather would always insist that Kyle cup the top of the back of her right thigh with his right hand – placing it inches from her panties, and his left arm she wanted across her chest above her breasts. Both mother and son were completely comfortable with this, as Kyle had been sitting with Heather like this for some years. 

And if that wasn't enough to convince Kyle his mother would jump at his proposal he was going to spring on her once they were home, then there was one final piece of Heather's actions that alone would have convinced him of her enthusiastic compliance. Heather loved to touch her son. She was forever hugging him, kissing him, holding his hand or linking her arm in his. She would caress him absent mindedly, and not just the shoulders like some mothers, oh no. At home, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, Heather would run her hands over his chest, tummy, butt, everywhere but his dick. In fact Kyle knew that once, his mother got herself so aroused by caressing of her son, she had to leave the room, quite flushed and a little breathless after a series of 'ooos' and 'ahhs' as her hands ran over his hard body. Kyle had quietly followed her to her bedroom, where he heard her moan to a buzzing noise. As he put all this together, for the thousandth time in his mind as they drove home, Kyle was convinced once again.

About half an hour from home, Kyle decided to put to the test his conclusion about his mother. Odd thing was that as Jeremy had laid out the research finding of that doctor, Kyle thought to himself, 'that's us'. This was exactly how his mother acted toward him. Heather could have been one of those mothers interviewed, except she live in Australia and not the USA. But as Jeremy had spoken about what to look out for, Kyle ticked each box for his mother. So he steeled himself and made his move. It was deliberate and controlled. 

Kyle placed his hand on his mother's knee, and she made a little gasp and smiled, but kept her eyes on the road ahead. Kyle slowly, but firmly slid his hand up her thigh to her short dress; Heather always wore skirts and dresses, she thought it was more feminine – and Kyle loved her in them, she had such fantastic legs... beautiful. Her intake of breath was slow and soft as he did, without a word of protest or look of rebuke, but her smile widened. Then she shot her big man a quick look, and he needed no more convincing in his mind. Kyle slid his hand under his mother's dress to rest within an inch from her panties. As they drove the rest of the way home, mother and son caressed and rubbed each others' upper thigh. 

When Heather drove into the driveway, they took their hands away in unison, both aware someone might be watching. Then like a mother and son, Heather went to open the front door as Kyle retrieve his bags, and then stood behind her like a looming colossus – which Heather always loved. As they walked through the front door, Heather let her big man pass her and Kyle put his bags into his room. When he walked into the lounge room the TV was already on, and his mother stood in the middle of the room facing the door he had just walked through. Her head was tilted a little toward the floor, her feet were apart with her weight on her front foot and her back foot had its heal off the floor. She reminded Kyle of someone about to start a running race. 

There was a look in her eye that Kyle had never seen before, but it had an immediate affect on him and his dick – which hardened into concrete. Heather nodded to the couch, and Kyle smiled as he took up his usual position. Like a flash, Heather sunk onto the couch and into her son, knees drawn up and her arms around them. Kyle's arms found their usual place, as Heather snuggled into her son. Now was the acid test for not only Jeremy's theory, by Kyle's as well, he told himself as he was about to make his move; whatever mother wanted, even if it meant she didn't want her son as her lover, Kyle would honour her feelings. Kyle did not wait long, and his right hand began to caress the back of his mother's upper thigh. As usual Heather was wearing a short skirt that had fallen down to her hips, with her knees drawn up. Heather snuggled a little deeper into her son's body, and Kyle took that as her ok to his caresses. He lightly brushed his finger tips up and down Heather's thigh.

Now he knew he had to progress, and decided on a two fold move, using both hands. One would caress her breasts through her clothing, and the other hand would move to his mother's panties. Kyle took a deep breath and then felt his mother do the same, and he realized she was waiting for him to act, to move forward, to cross that boundary of one of the greatest taboos. Without flinching Kyle's right hand moved slowly up his mother's thigh, and then he felt her panties. His hand stopped and felt the material, and as it did so Heather gave a little gasp. 

Kyle's fingers felt soft, thin satin, or so it seemed; and he slipped 2 fingers into her panties and felt her wetness, and Heather made no move to stop him. Now his left hand moved across and down his mother's chest, and then over her breasts drawing another quiet gasp from Heather. There was no stopping Kyle now, and he could feel his monster stir, and apparently so did Heather and she pushed back on it a little. Kyle's right hand now left its tentative exploration and moved inward, and on to its goal, his mother's panty clad pussy. As his fingers touched Heather's pussy, even though she knew what was coming, she couldn't help but jump ever so slightly. The initial touch by Kyle and his mother's little jump, made him pull his hand back – but only for a split second as his finger tips told his brain what they had felt. They said his mother's pussy was soft, pliant and most of all smooth. Kyle's hand returned and his mother sighed, a mixture of arousal and relief as her 'big man' had not been scared off. 

His fingers told him the same story, and the monster stirred again as the message of the fingers was relayed to it. Heather began to feel the size of her son and smiled with joy to herself. Kyle now moved his fingers up and down his mother's pussy, and an idea of its shape and size came to his mind. His left hand, although caressing his mother's breasts, he could feel little by her layers of clothing, especially her bra. Without hesitation Heather moved her hands to her chest and Kyle waited to see what she was going to do – remove his hand, no, she began to undo her blouse. Kyle's right hand kneaded his mother's pussy with some real pressure for the first time, and Heather couldn't help but pause at the second last button and moan loudly. The last button undone, she pulled her bra up releasing her two small breasts for her son to caress – properly. He needed no further encouragement and Kyle's left hand went from one breast to the other, kneading like the enthusiastic teenager he was, and his right hand now wanted to feel bare flesh too. His fingers pushed their way under the crotch of his mother's panties, and oh the feeling his fingers were telling his brain and his monster. Kyle's dick sprung to full life and size, delighting his mother all the more.

Heather was in heaven as she lay in her son's arms and his hands caressed her most intimate places. She couldn't remember the last time someone caressed her tits and pussy, and her son wasn't too bad, a little urgent, but not too bad. Kyle's fingers confirmed his mother had a shaven pussy, and now his monster wanted some action of its own; why should the fingers have all the fun. Kyle shifted, trying to ease his monster into a more comfortable position, and his monster told him it would only be comfortable inside the pussy his fingers now kneaded. His left hand roughly squeezed the soft flesh of his mother's breasts, and although it was a little too rough for Heather's liking she still felt the arousal it brought. 

It was her Kyle, her big man, her son, and there was no hint of concern about incest in her mind at all, this was her big man and he loved her. That's all she had to know, Kyle loved her and was showing her in a way she had wanted for years. Heather began to spread her knees to allow Kyle's fingers access to her love tunnel between her pussy lips. And that's just what Kyle's fingers did, two of them slipped straight into her very wet and waiting pussy. Past her swollen lips, and into her warm and flooded love tunnel. Now his monster became insistent on who should be in Heather's pussy, and it pushed its claim until Kyle couldn't think of anything else.

Kyle whispered into his mother's ear,

"Mother, I want you as my lover, as my woman. Not just once or for a time, but forever." He said it with conviction and love.

"Oh Kyle, my big man, you don't know how happy that makes me feel. I've wanted you for so long, but was afraid to say anything because I didn't want you to think I was a deviate," she turned and sobbed into her son's chest as he stroked her hair and softly 'shhed' her. Kyle withdrew his right hand from his mother's pussy and caressed her butt through her panties, but his left held Heather's right breast.

"Mother we're deviates, but we will be deviates together. Does this mean you want me, your son as your lover?"

"Oh yes Kyle, yes with all my heart," she continued to sob into her son.

"Well I hope there will be other parts of you, because I want more than your heart." Heather giggled and turned to face her son. Kyle moved his face toward hers and mother and son kissed for the first time like lovers, as his right hand moved back to his mother's panties. His fingers felt that her soft satin panties were soaked now. As if by some unheard signal, as soon as his fingers touched her pussy through her panties again, mother and son sprang off the couch and raced to her bedroom.

Heather merely reached under her dress and whipped her little panties off, as Kyle undid his jeans and in one motion pulled off his jeans and boxers. The monster, freed from its prison, shot up in all its arrogance. Heather flung herself on her bed and spread herself wide for her son. Holding his monster in one hand and supporting himself with the other Kyle lowered himself toward his mother's body. Heather could see Kyle's dick was big and she readied herself for him by opening her little shaved pussy lips. Kyle saw his mother's pussy was smaller than his fingers had told him with little pussy lips and a tiny tuft of pubic hair on the very top of her pubic mound, and he wondered if he would fit, but fit her did. As he guided his monster toward the entrance to her love tunnel, Heather whispered encouragement to him, as she had longed for this moment. 

"That's it push him in, don't worry my lovely big man, your big man will fit."

The head of his dick slowly pushed into his mother's entrance which was so wet, and it glided in easily. 

"Uh, uuuuuh, oh yeah, oh yeah. My beautiful Kyle, that's it feed me your big man, oh I love it, I love it. Oooo, ooo," Heather purred and her eyes rolled back as her eye lids began to close. He gently continued to push inch by inch into his mother, who by now no longer held her pussy lips open, but tilted her head back and let out a long slow sigh type moan as her son filled her. The air seemed to be escaping from his mother, as she let out her breath slowly while Kyle filled her pussy with his monster. 

Kyle was amazed as his dick finally hit the depth of his mother with virtually nothing of his length left over. Mother and son then stared into each others eyes as he began to slowly pump his dick back and forth in her love tunnel. It began slow, but Kyle quickly increased the pace as his monster urged him to go faster. For both Heather and Kyle this was absolute heaven. Neither spoke now, as if the moment was too sacred, and Kyle pumped for about two minutes, when his mother exploded into a loud, thrashing orgasm which sent Kyle over the edge and he pumped his seed into him mother. Then he realized.

"Oh sorry mother," he tried to apologize as his climax shook him to his every depths.

"I should have pulled out, I'm so sorry." Heather grabbed his face with both hands with the strength that comes from a great orgasm.

"Don't you ever, ever pull out of me, you hear me, never," she told him ferociously. Although his monster was becoming soft inside his mother's welcoming love tunnel, hearing those words from her, spoken in that way brought new life to the monster and it raged into full erection almost instantly.

"Oh fuck," was all Kyle could say, and as Heather felt the monster rise to its fullness again, she smiled lovingly at her son. Kyle began to slow pump his mother again, and he could see the absolute delight in her eyes as he did. Heather knew her big man would last much longer now, and with the monster she was in for one hell of ride. Kyle too knew he would last and the monster was not wanting him to hurry, so they both decided to take their time on Heather. She propped herself up a little to watch her son's monster slid in and out of her, but her view was somewhat obscured because of her little tuff of pubic hair. 'I'll get rid of that', she told herself. Yet, Heather could still see the monster slowly push in and then slowly pull back – but not all the way out. This felt and looked so nice, but then Kyle changed his movement. 

Now he pulled the head of his monster to the very entrance of his mother's love tunnel, so the widest part of the head pushed in and out quickly at the very entrance, and this pushed Heather to a greater level of arousal. Her whole body began to react, and she started to buck her hips. To prevent his monster being pulled out by his mother's movements, Kyle pushed one side of his hips down on hers.

"Keep still mum, this feels too good for both of us for you to bugger it up." 

Heather couldn't help but giggle, and then suddenly let out a long loud moan and tilted her head back as she submitted to this wonderful, wonderful feeling. And it was her son, her big man, her lover. Her lover! Even that aroused her yet higher still. Kyle looked from his mother's face to his monster fucking his mother's beautiful pussy. He marvelled at the beauty of his monster quickly thrusting into his mother's pussy, as a mixture of her cum and his cum was being forced out between her pussy lips. As he watched and listened to his mother's noises that expressed her coming orgasm grow louder, more intense and more like an animal then his gorgeous mother, he could see her clit peek out every time his monster thrust into her pussy.

Mother and son had been together like this for about five minutes now, and Kyle felt he could go forever. He could see his mother was sweating now, and realized he was too. He saw movement and looked up, Heather was bringing her hands to her breasts and she began to pinch and pull her own nipple. She needed just that little more to push her over the top of her orgasm, and her nipples didn't let her down. Kyle was greatly aroused watching his mother play with her nipples. Now he could feel his own climax building to its inevitable conclusion, and he suddenly thrust the monster deep into his mother.

"AHHHH, YES, FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," his mother screamed and that was enough for Kyle and he felt his orgasm begin to rock him to his core, and Heather hit the top of hers and hung there in ecstasy and agony, wanting it never to finish and wanting it to end immediately. As she hung there she arched her back, and had a vague sense that her Kyle was climaxing in her, his cum was shooting in her and that pushed her over the top and her orgasm ended. Not all of a sudden, but slowly as her body convulsed every few seconds. As his convulsions began to subside, Kyle came down to earth. Then he collapsed into her arms, and she loved the weight of her son's body; still when he quickly rolled off her it was much to her relief. 'I wonder how poor old Josh is getting on', Kyle though as he slowly regained his senses. 

"And to think I haven't even touched your clit and G spot yet," Kyle said with a little laugh.


The Clan Ch. 02



"Oh fuck," his mother exclaimed as she panted, still trying to get her breath back. To hear his mother say 'fuck' so easily in front of him excited him, and the monster stirred. That night neither Heather nor Kyle slept, because they made love all night, as they both wanted each other all night. Josh wasn't the first, Kyle was.



The Clan Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - Justin

Justin had no idea how to do what Jeremy had suggested. His mother picked him up at camp with her usual affectionate greeting, and all the way home they chatted about anything and everything. Justine couldn't see in his mum anything like what Jeremy had spoken about. However, his opportunity came two weeks later, and he very nearly missed it. During those two weeks Justin thought Jeremy must have been wrong, as he saw no indication from his mother that she desired him sexually. Then he thought maybe he was approaching this all wrong, and that he really couldn't see 'the signs'. He decided he needed to really compare his mother to other mothers with guys his age, so he went to the local mall for a whole Saturday. He followed families around without being too obvious, and sat at the food court to listen and watch. 

It was immediately apparent he and his mother were very different from other mothers and sons his age. Jeremy had been right, or at least the Dr. and his research had been. Not one of the mothers treated their sons like his mother treated him, not one. They didn't even come close. Now he could see his mother was far more affectionate to him, then the mothers he watched that Saturday. None of them touched their sons like his mother touched him, and they even seemed to keep their distance with their sons. He sat and thought about this for some time before going home, and came to the conclusion that the reason he hadn't seen it was because it had always been like this between his mother and himself. But how could he seduce his mother. He thought about this as he walked home, but no plan came to mind.

Justine is a trained singer and part of a school for talented singers and at eighteen would be attending university in a months time to study music and singing further. Two weeks after camp the school had their recital, as they did each year. Justin was the oldest male star, and his mother was at her proudest when he sang. 

The night of the recital saw Debbie take up her usual position in the middle of the front row, reserved for the mother of the star. That night she wore a white blouse buttoned high and a long flowing skirt, which was typical for her. Justine was still sure Jeremy was wrong about Debbie, because although she was far more affectionate toward him then other mothers were to their sons; he saw no sexual signs toward him as Jeremy had spoken of. However, what Justine wasn't aware of was that Jeremy's words and the mall experience had made Justine more observant of his mother then before the camp. 

When he first came on stage to sing, he looked down at his proud mother to see her sitting expectantly, with her hands clasped together in her lap and smiling like the doting mother she was. During his first song Justine watched his mother and something caught his attention, and he very nearly forgot the words. Back stage waiting for his next song Justine ran over in his mind what he believed he had seen. He saw his mother was pushing her clasped hands into her lap, and he believed Debbie was doing it for one purpose, but he had to be sure. 

When he was called for his next song he had a plan; to sing to his mother and see what developed. This would be very unusual for Justine, because he always sang to the whole audience, unlike other students who sang to their parent for focus, and not become distracted. His second song was a fast paced Gilbert and Sullivan, and as he began he looked straight at Debbie and sang it to her. The response by his mother was unprecedented. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her hands began not only to push, but also to grind. Justine smiled to himself; that bastard Jeremy was right, he thought. 

His third and final song was a slow love song, and as he waited back stage and the wait was killing him. Finally he was called to sing the last piece of the night. He stood and waited for his music, staring at his mother. A change had come over Debbie. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, and Justine noticed her knees were wide apart with he hands unclasped now with open palms pushed down into her lap. Justine knew Jeremy had been right, and he had now found the key to unlock his own mother. Debbie had given her son all the signs Jeremy had told The Clan to watch for.

The music began and Justine threw himself into the song, singing it to and for his mother. The song was 'Can't take my eyes off you'. He used all the right body language, and voice inflections and emotions. Justine watched as his mother melted under the attention of her son's song. Everyone in the auditorium could see a son singing to his single mum, and they all thought 'how lovely', but Justine worked hard for another reason. To her son, Debbie now made little effort to cover the movements of her hands, which only he could see. It was clear Debbie was playing with her pussy because her son had turned her on so much. 'Bingo', thought Justine, 'now let's see what develops.'

By the end of his song, mother and son were spent, and the applause was rapturous. Everyone was blown away by the show of love from a son to his mother, but none more so then Debbie -- she was weeping and out of breath. Those around her thought her physical reactions to her son's performance appropriate, but they had no idea her tears and breathlessness was for a very different reason. 

Back stage Justine was congratulated by everyone, especially his teacher who had tried for years to get that type of performance and emotion out of him. Debbie couldn't trust herself to go back stage and waited for him in the car, and he sort of guessed why. They drove home in silence. Once home Debbie went straight to her bedroom to change because she was so wet, and to her en suit to refresh herself. When she walked into the lounge room Justin was sitting in his armchair as if in a daze, and Debbie knew he would be coming down from the high singing gave him. 

Justine looked up at his mother; she was wearing her clothes from the recital, but this time her blouse buttons were undone to show a little cleavage, something he had never seen from her before in his life.

"You sang beautifully tonight," Debbie bubbled to her son as she sank to her knees in front of him and placed her hands on his knees.

"I wanted to sing for you tonight mum. I've wanted to sing to you like that for a few years now," Justine looked down at his mother and into her eyes as he told her this, and he could see her eyes glistening again. She kissed his knee.

"It was so beautiful the way you sang to me, I was overwhelmed," she told her son.

"I could see you were enjoying it," he smiled at her and she rested the side of her face on his knees.

"Oh boy, when you sang like that to me, to me I was, I was..." his mother seemed lost for words as she looked into her son's eyes.

"You were overwhelmed?" Justine helped his mother and she nodded.

"Yeah, but there was something more to it this time, it did more for me then usual," Debbie told her son looking lovingly into her son's eyes. Justine leaned toward his mother and asked her quietly.

"It turned you on didn't it?" His mother's eyes widened and she smiled coyly like a schoolgirl sitting at the feet of her school hero.

"Yeah, I guess it did," she confessed softly to her son.

"Why don't you sit on the couch like you sat in front of me tonight, because I want to sing to you again," and he motioned toward the couch and Debbie quickly complied, leaning back into the corner of the couch. Justine wanted his mother in a particular pose, so he asked her,

"Can I make you more comfortable?" Debbie nodded, mesmerized by her son's attention. Justine allowed her left foot to stay on the floor, and he gently lifted her right knee up and out to rest along the back of the couch. Justine had spread his mother's legs open and her skirt dropped into the opening. He then took her hands and placed them palm down in her lap. Debbie was totally compliant, like someone under hypnosis. She stared at her son in high expectation with a slight smile on her mouth, and he wasn't going to let her down. 

Justine chose the song 'When a man loves a woman'. As he began to sing he knelt before his mother, and placed his hands on her knees. Debbie in her hypnotic like state, with a smile playing on her mouth, allowed herself to melt into the moment. Justine put more emotion and facial expression into this song then he had earlier that night, and he surprised himself with how strong his emotions were as he sang. He found that his love for his mother reached all the way to the depth of his soul, and intertwined into every fibre of his being. It was as if he was seeing his mother in a totally new light; not as his mother, but as a woman, a beautiful and very desirable woman. Justin found himself attracted to his mother as she was the only thing in his life.

As he sang to his mother he glanced at her hands and her fingers were working themselves into her lap, into her pussy. Justine could also see the love and desire in his mother's eyes. He slid his hands under her skirt and pushed it up her silky thighs, and she didn't make a move to stop him. When his hands reached her hips he felt the sides of her small panties, and still she didn't stop him. 

He was singing with all the passion and feeling he could muster, and the effect on his mother transformed her. Debbie was beginning to writhe under the attention of her son and her fingers, and she was moaning softly. Debbie was abandoning herself to her son and Justine could see it. 

He lifted her dress higher to expose his mother's small black, thin, cotton panties, and she shifted her hands to allow her son to pull her skirt up, and they returned when he had. Now Justine's mother only had the thin material of her panties between her fingers and her pussy. With her legs spread so wide Debbie was able to get both hands on her panties, and without any apparent concern that it was her son in front of her, she raked at her pussy and her writhing and moaning increased. 

As Justine's song was coming to an end, he stared at his mother's crotch watching her fingers working through her panties. Then Debbie pulled her panties to one side to show her naked pussy to her son. Her lips were darker then her surrounding skin, and very full and glistening with her pussy juices. As he sang the last two lines of his song, Justine reached his right hand to his mother's exposed sex and for the first time in his life he felt the smooth skin that was his mother's pussy. 

His mother let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, to signify her appreciation of her son's touch. Justin's fingers lightly traced each of her pussy lips up and down several times. Debbie moved her hands away to accommodate her son's touch, which she so desperately wanted. Debbie's hands moved from her panties to her blouse and she undid all he button and opened the material to reveal her small, gorgeous breasts to her son. Justin stared at his mother's see through bra and her beautiful breasts inside them. He could see her little nipples perfectly, which had hardened by her manipulation and now her son's light touch on her pussy lips. Debbie cupped both of her breasts, kneaded them a few times and then began to play seriously with her little nipples, rolling them between her forefinger and thumb through the thin material of her bra.

"Touch me Justin," Debbie pleaded with her son and he looked back down at his mother's pussy, to see her lips begin to part with her juice stringing between them. Justin could not contain himself any longer. He stood and undid his trousers, pulled them and his boxers down to reveal his hard dick to his mother.

"Oh no Justin you mustn't," his mother cooed at him, but she raised her hips to him and spread her legs further. Justin knelt with one knee on the couch and took hold of his dick to guide it into his mother.

"No Justin we mustn't," Debbie sighed in her highly aroused state, but reached for her son's hips to help guide him to her. 

Now her son's dick was poised in front of her gaping pussy, as her lips had parted to accept her son. He suddenly realized his mother still had her panties on, and not wanting to break the moment he grabbed one side and tore her panties off. Debbie groaned loudly when her son did this, it was such a 'take charge' move by him and she was very surprised how greatly it aroused her. Debbie's legs had remained wide open to her son, inviting him into her gaping pussy.

Justin now eased the head of his dick between his mother's pussy lips and slowly up inside her. Debbie's head slowly went back as her eyes closed and she emitted a long loud moan of absolute pleasure, as her son began to fuck her. 

Justin was pleased his dick reached all the way into his mother, with a few millimetres to spare. He was so turned on that he came almost immediately once he was fully inside his mother's love tunnel. He gave no thought to pulling out, it just didn't occur to him and his mother wouldn't have had it any other way. The very thought of her son's dick pushing up into her was almost enough to bring her almost to a climax, but when she felt him pump his cum into her she did came to a shuddering orgasm.

Mother and son lay panting together and as Justin got his breath back he asked his mother,

"Are you angry with me mum?" Debbie's eyes were still closed and she was stroking his hair in the after glow of her orgasm. She shook her head,

"Oh no my lovely boy, I'm not angry, I'm so satisfied. You fucked me and I wanted you to so much, and have for so long. Will you fuck your mother again?" she asked in a soothing voice. Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Whenever you want me too," he told his mother.

"Good," she told him in a dreamy voice, "because I want you again very soon, within the next half an hour. I want us to spend time on each other next time, ok?"

"Oh yeah," Justin replied and his dick began to stir already. Debbie held her son like a lover, stroking his hair as she felt his juices begin to ooze from between her pussy lips.

"Can you hop up a minute honey, I need to clean myself up?" his mother asked him and Justin begrudgingly left his mother's arm, and she got off the couch cupping her pussy. Justin lay back on the couch mulling over in his mind what has just transpired with his mother. 

For many minutes Justin thought on it and then an ugly thought hit him like a tonne of bricks. He was her son, and she was his mother, and that was taboo. 'What would his mother think once her passion had faded?' he wondered to himself. He now sat terrified that his mother would be very angry with him, on a number of levels. 

Firstly, they were mother and son; secondly, his mother was a very 'proper' woman and avoided all of society's taboos; lastly, he believed he had seduced his mother. Justin felt a cold sweat rising and that cold, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He heard his mother returning to the lounge room and he waited for the inevitable. Debbie walked into the lounge room with a loving smile on her face, and giggled at the look on her son's face. She was wearing her short nighty, as if she were about to go to bed. Debbie sat next to her son on the couch.

"You look so worried," she observed with a grin.

"Well aren't you mad with me?" Justin asked apprehensively.

"Of course not, why?" his mother asked him disbelievingly. Justin was very nervous and swallowed hard before he answered.

"Well we're mother and son, and I seduced you," he told his mother. Debbie giggled a little.

"Oh, you think I'm upset about us being mother and son?" Debbie asked for clarity and he nodded, still worried. Debbie now lounged back into the corner of the couch as she did earlier, and she was smiling lovingly at her son.

"Well if I told you I can't wait for you to fuck me again and as often as possible, would that quell your fears?" Debbie laughed at Justin's reaction to his mother's word. His eyes flew open as his furrowed brow gave way to raised eyebrows, and his mouth fell open.

"Absolutely," Justin managed to blurt out, "you don't have a problem with us being mother and son?"

"Do you," Debbie asked her son.

"No, I don't and you?" he needed to know.

"No, and I've waited and hoped for this moment for some years now. Will you be my lover?" his mother asked in a husky voice full of desire.

"If you will be mine," Justin countered and they both giggled, glad that an intense moment between them was gone.

That was all Justin needed to hear and he pushed his mother gently back against the couch, and lifted her short nighty to see she was naked underneath. He stared once again at her pussy and knew he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He felt drawn to her perfect pussy lips and Debbie once again spread her legs for her son, as his head moved in between them. He gently placed his mouth on her pussy lips and he tasted her juice, and was surprised that it tasted ok. He remembered the DVDs Jeremy had got them and how those men had performed oral sex. He licked gently at first.

"Harder, honey, harder. Ooo that's it honey, that's it, that's how I love it honey." Justin was licking her fast and hard, and looking from his mother's pussy to her face. Total pleasure was written all over her, as she groaned loudly now, totally abandoning herself to her son's tongue. Debbie's pussy was open to him, so Justin brought his fingers to her pussy lips and gently opened her up more. He pushed his tongue into her love tunnel, and Debbie reacted immediately.

"Oh honey yeah, do that, do that, oh yeah, oh yeah." She was beginning to rock her body from side to side, and as Justin moved his tongue to his mother's clit, her rocking bordered on the violent and her groaning took on an urgent 'Uh, uh, uh' to it.

Justin looked up to see his mother virtually rip her see through bra off to get at her nipples, which she rolled under her palms and then squeezed, alternatively. Justine was so aroused now his dick was screaming out to not only be released, but to plunge into his mother's pussy. His body yearned to fuck her again. He couldn't take it any more; he jumped to his feet and pulled his jeans and boxers down in extra fast time. His dick was as hard as a rock. Debbie realized her son's tongue was no longer on her pussy and looked to see what he was doing, and she smiled as she watched him once again guide his dick to her open and gushing pussy. Debbie wanted her son's dick in her so bad, she could taste it, and she made a mental note that that is exactly what she must do next time -- taste him.

Justine knew he would last a lot longer this time, and he wanted to try some things he had seen in the DVDs. As he brought his dick to his mother's pussy he tapped her clit with it. Owing to the efforts of his tongue up until a few seconds later, the light taps on her sensitive clit sent violent shivers through his mother's body and brought gasps from her mouth. After several taps he pushed the head of his dick into her pussy, but only about half an inch, and then out completely again. He did this several times quickly, and his mother's body continued to react as with his taps on her clit. Suddenly Debbie screamed at her son,

"FUCK ME YOU TEASING BASTARD, FUCK, FUCK ME, PLEEEEEASE." 

Justine pushed his dick all the way into his mother's love tunnel to the very end in one fast thrust, and Debbie's eyes flew open and then she yelled,

"OH, OH, OH," as her son began to thrust back and forth with speed. 

His mother had been so wet from his tongue that neither felt any resistance from her love tunnel on the first plunge of his hard dick, nor any friction as he thrust in and out as fast as he could because she was so lubricated.

Debbie really couldn't remember being fucked so completely before, and the thought that it was her son only added to her speeding to her second climax because of his attentions... ah no third climax, she thought as she remembered earlier at the recital.




The Clan Ch. 03



"Yeah, yeah, I'm nearly, nearly... nearly... AH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Debbie screamed as she hit an orgasm the greatness of which she never knew was possible. 

It was magnificent. But Justin still hadn't cum, and as Debbie allowed the after glow to wash over her, they both felt he was about to cum. Debbie held her position for her son and Justin felt he was exploding out the end of his dick into his mother. Debbie in turn felt a different emotion as she felt him cum into her pussy -- absolute and unquestionable love for Justin as her son and lover. 

Debbie's hands found her son's head as he crumpled into her and she ran her fingers through his hair, eyes closed and a huge smile on her face.

"Oh honey you were magnificent, that was just so good, so good." Justin smiled at his mother and in his mind thanked Jeremy, and told himself he owed his friend, owed him big time.



The Clan Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - Corey

As Corey listened to Jeremy on that last night of camp he knew exactly what he was going to do. As with the other guys, Corey's mum came to pick him up and she was just as emotional to have her son back. All the way home in the car Corey listened to his mother prattle on about the insignificant comings and goings of their extended family and the neighbourhood. 

"You're very quiet?" 

Corey didn't even bother to answer, what was the point? 

"Love is there something wrong?" she asked concerned that she had somehow annoyed her boy. 

Corey still didn't even bother to answer, as it was all part of his plan. He intended to mix Plan A with Plan B, and he smiled to himself. When he didn't answer her, Sonja became far more concerned.

"Corey love, what's the matter?" she asked with a tone of real worry in her voice. Corey turned on her.

"Have you done it again?" he asked her. 

She knew exactly what her son was asking. For some years now Sonja had had a gambling problem; the pokies to be specific. Corey's father paid Sonja an extremely generous alimony and maintenance for Corey, which would allow him to go to university that year. On a number of occasions Corey's dad had accused Sonja of using what he paid her to fuel her gambling habit -- and he had been right, but couldn't prove it. 

Corey had been asked by his father, in front of Sonja to tell him when his mother used his money on the pokies. Corey had caught his mother many times, but out of love for her he had said nothing. As he was leaving for camp Sonja promised all sorts of promises that she was no longer gambling, and for the first time Corey threatened to tell his father the next time she did.

"No, of course not," Sonja lied as they drove home and Corey knew she was lying, because he knew her body language and she couldn't hide the truth from him.

"Yes you have," he said angrily and Sonja blanched, because she knew she couldn't hide a thing from her son -- well not usually.

"Are you going to tell your father?" Sonja was petrified of losing her money.

"Yep," Corey answered his mother without even looking at her.

"Oh Corey, love, don't do that," she pleaded with him and grabbed his arm. 

He pulled himself free, and looking daggers at his mother he said,

"You just don't care about me do you? It's just show the way you make out how much you miss me when you pick me up from camp, whenever the other mothers are around. Just show," he accused his mother. 

Sonja looked gutted at her son's accusation, and she appeared lost for words, but answered his scathing words anyway.

"I do so care," Sonja began indignantly, "and I'm not affectionate to you just for show." Sonja was about to explode into tears as she always did under such circumstances. 

But Corey wasn't finished.

"Oh yeah," he exploded, "so that's why you've been to the pokies every day I've been away?" Sonja looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"And don't try to deny it, I know you better then that and you know it," Corey shot at her before his mother had a chance to say anything in her defence. 

Sonja couldn't answer her son because he was right, and she knew it. After a few seconds she tried to redeem herself in her son's eyes.

"Alright, I have been at the pokies, but it doesn't mean I don't love you like the other mother's love their sons, in fact I love you more, far more," she said through her tears, but Corey wasn't moved.

"Yeah, sure you do, that's why you lied to me before I left for camp. You already had the pokies planned before I left. You love me so much you lie to me." Corey had managed to work himself up to appear very angry with her.

"Corey love, I'm so sorry, what can I do to make it up to you?" she pleaded with her son, and he could see how desperate she was. 

Corey gave the appearance he was thinking, but the truth was this was all part of his plan. Now he had to manoeuvre his mother delicately.

Corey had read everything, listened to everything and watched every TV documentary going on the subject of addiction to gambling, to understand why his mother did it. 

He had found there were two schools of thought on the subject, those who saw it as just another behaviour that began in a benign and harmless way, and then developed into an addiction; and those who believed it was to compensate for something missing in one's life, something that had given that person pleasure, excitement, a thrill, the type of something we all need. The flashing lights, the music from the machines, the jackpot announcements over the PA, the friendships with fellow addicts, all worked to give one what they could not get elsewhere. And that's why the pokies were so appealing and inevitably addictive. They gave people what they couldn't get elsewhere. All during camp Corey had thought on each theory.

"Why do you do it mum, why do need to gamble on the pokies?" Corey finally asked his mother, and Sonja was just glad her son was still speaking to her, albeit on this particular topic, one she had hoped he would never engage her about.

"I don't know love, I just like them I suppose," she replied in a sort of distant voice and her expression took on a sad aspect to it. 

Corey wondered why the sadness, was it because she could be at the pokies now, or was it at the thought of what they replaced -- what she could no longer have.

"Why do you like them?" Corey pushed.

"Oh I don't know," his mother said dismissively.

"Yes you do, now tell me. I want to understand this thing that takes all your attention, all your love, all your desire. What is it?" he persisted. 

He could see his mother thinking, and knew she had the answer, but was debating in her mind if she would tell him.

"Corey, I would talk to you about it, but you wouldn't understand." Her first line of defence he thought -- time to get tough.

"Bullshit! You know how much I've studied it. I know all the reasons, excuses and lies. Now tell me why this thing is more important to you than your own son?" His voice had been rising in volume as he said this. 

Sonja looked shocked, and knew there was no shaking him.

"Alright then Mr. Know-it-all, I'll tell you, but you had better be ready for it." She was now yelling back at him.

"About bloody time," he yelled just as loudly back. Sonja shot her son a look of anger and then her eyes were back on the road.

"Fine." 'Oh no the 'f' word', Corey thought.

"I play the bloody pokies because they make me feel good, ok, satisfied you pain in the ass," Sonja yelled and Corey could see the tears beginning again. 

'Good, we're getting some where now', he told himself.

"Is that it? Is that the only reason you blow most of our money, spend whole days and nights at those fucking machines..." and then in a funny ridiculing voice added , "because they make you feel good?" That pissed his mother off no end.

"YEAH, you got a problem with that?"

"What a stupid fucking question. Of course I've got a problem with it... and so do you." 

That hung in the air for a full five seconds, and then Corey made his big move.

"Has it ever occurred to you to do something else that makes you feel as good?"

"Oh cleaver boy, think that up all by yourself did you? You stupid bastard, of course" now her funny ridiculing voice "it has occurred to me" back to normal voice, "but I can't do that any more."

That's what Corey wanted to hear, and now his path was clear. And in his best caring, loving and devoted son's voice he asked,

"Why not, and please mum be honest with me, because I love you more then life itself and I would do anything to help you beat this, anything. I don't want to lose you to this or anything else. You're my life, you're my... well everything." He hoped the last bit didn't sound over the top. 

No, it hadn't, he could tell by his mother's expression. She was gob-smacked by his words.

"Look love, it's not that easy, you don't understand." 

Corey was at a cross-road, would he ask for an explanation, or say what he thought it was all about. 'Better let her introduce it', he thought.

"Then help me understand it, what is it, what do you need?" Sonja was silent for some long seconds, choosing her words wisely.

"Well love, since your father left..." and she hoped he would pick up on it.

"Oh, you miss sex," Corey said quite bluntly, and he could see his mother blush even in the half light. 

Sonja could only nod and they sat in silence for quite some time. She had never intended for Corey to hear that from her, and how he had, it only served to heighten her feelings of deep need and loss. Her eyes welled with tears from her thoughts of loss and frustration, and Corey snuck a look at his mother and saw her tears. Finally, after what seemed like an age Corey broke the silence,

"Why haven't you dated, found another man to fill your life?" 

This only seemed to enflame his mother's anguish, and he could hear her sobbing quietly. After a time Sonja answered her son, because it was now time he heard the truth. Corey had forced his mother's hand and she could see he was probably ready of it.

"When your father left I was devastated. I just couldn't believe he had done that to me and to us. We never wanted for anything, he saw to that, but I felt so betrayed. I had given myself to him completely, I held nothing back. So when he left me for that other woman, the sense of betrayal was so great. I felt he had used me. I could never allow myself another relationship with a man."

"You never got over how dad treated you?" Corey felt terrible. 

Here Sonja was pouring her heart out to her son, and here he was attempting to seduce her.

"Well no, I sort of have now, but I've become so use to just you and me, I never saw the need to bring anyone else into what we have. So yeah, I turned to the pokies because they make me feel good. But it never lasts," she said and Corey could hear the depth of her sadness.

"What about now, wouldn't it be ok for you to date now?" Corey wanted to put things right, and address his own selfishness.

"No it wouldn't be." Sonja's tears were gone, only to be replaced by an expression of resignation that she could never fill that void in her.

"Why not?" Corey persisted. Sonja gave her son a quick look and a little grin.

"Now Corey, I want you to be perfectly honest with me now, ok, perfectly honest. Don't hold back, even if you think you would be sparing my feelings, ok," she instructed him.

"Yeah, ok," he realized now what she was asking and he was willing to do it, but couldn't see what was coming from her.

"Ok, how would feel if I went out with someone, brought someone home, brought them home to my bed?" 

The reaction of Corey's body was instantaneous. He felt gutted, as if someone had slashed his gut with a machete and his mother could see it written all over his face.

"You wouldn't want me to would you?" she asked with a knowing grin.

"Honestly?" Corey asked and his voice betrayed the constriction in his throat from emotion. 

Sonja nodded. Her grin was gone, replaced by her serious face.

"I would rather be dead," Corey told his mother and she could hear the truth in his voice. Silence again for some long seconds.

"Now let me tell you something," Corey began and his mother was all ears.

"I couldn't stand it if either of us brought someone into what we have. I absolutely love what you and I have mum, and I wouldn't swap it for the world, or jeopardize it in any way. But I feel so sorry for you mum, that you were made to feel the way you did when dad left -- and I've always said he was such a fool, and I say it with even more conviction now. But I also wish I could do something for you to fill that void, to make you feel like you once did and still miss so much." Corey had spoken with such love and conviction to his mother that Sonja's tears started again. 

Silence once again for some time.

"Now it's my turn to be honest again," Sonja finally broke the quiet of the drive home.

"I can't tell you how much I wish you could do something for me, I really do." Sonja's voice had trailed off as she said the last three words, and Corey was left in no doubt that she meant every word. 

The car turned into their street and finally into their driveway. Mother and son got out of the car and trudged to the front door, with Corey holding his bags as Sonja opened the door. They were both exhausted. Corey threw his bags into his room.

"I'm stuffed," he announced and Sonja nodded that she was too.

"I'll see you in the morning," she told her son.

"Oh mum before you go to bed," Corey said to get her attention, and Sonja turned to him.

"I just want to thank you for everything you have done and sacrificed for me. I want you to think on something as you sleep."

"What's that love?" a tied Sonja asked.

"I want, and I do mean I want, to be the person to give you back the good feelings you once had. And I have the credentials to do so; I love you without question, I'm always honest with you, I would never hurt you in any way and I know I can do what you want... with your help." Immediately Corey put his hand up to stop his mother from replying.

"Good night mum, I love you more then you will ever know." 

With that he turned on his heals and walked quickly into his room and closed his door, so his mother couldn't reply. Sonja stood stunned, knowing exactly what her son meant. As she prepared for bed, all of Corey's words from the time she had picked him up were floating around in her mind, but she was too tired to put them all together to understanding what he was trying to say to her. Sonja did sleep on it, and it's strange what that can do.

Corey stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, late for him. It was already 10.00am when he was usually up by 6.00. Sonja was no where around, so Corey looked down the hallway to see his mother's door still closed, telling him she was not up yet. Just then her door opened and Corey watched as his mother walked into the hallway, and seeing her son she smiled at him a smile he had never seen from her before. 

It was the way some women in Jeremy's DVD s smiled at the men in them. Corey was struck dumb and rooted to the spot, and his mouth hung open a bit. His mother's smile not only warmed his heart, but his dick shot straight up saying 'thank-you'. As Sonja was about to walk past her son, she linked her arm in his, turned him around and walked him back into the kitchen. All the time she smiled at her son, a smile that spoke of deep, deep love, need, desire and devotion -- to him. Corey was still lost for words.

"Now love, you sit down and mummy will make us some coffee." 

She said this in a voice Corey had never heard from her before, and it reflected what he could see in her smile. He actually blanched at her voice more so then her words, as he sat at the kitchen table. Mouth still open he watched his mother as she prepared their coffee. Sonja was dressed in her short summer satin kimono, bare foot, no bra and her long light brown hair up. 

To Corey's mind he had never seen anything sexier in all his life. Mother and son stood 6" apart, with Corey at 6' 2", and he was a typical skinny late teen where as his mother was filled out just a little more than what some would call perfect. But Corey only saw perfection as he watched his mother.

"Oh by the way, there will definitely be no more pokies," she announced and then giggled a little.

"Well no more gambling pokies anyway," she told him with a wicked grin to compliment the smile she had been wearing. 

Corey's head was spinning. Had he really heard what he had heard -- of course he had, it had worked. FUCK, IT HAD WORKED. 'Jeremy you're a fucking genius', he told himself. Now he could return his mother's earlier smile, with one of his own; one that conveyed his love and devotion to her, but more importantly his understanding of what was behind her smile.

"Isn't it amazing how after a good night's sleep the world can look different?" he asked his mother, and her beautiful smile returned as she acknowledged that he was up to date on now things were now.

"Oh you're so right," she agreed and the espresso machine behind her told her the coffees were done.

"Coffees ready lov.... can I call you 'baby', I have always wanted to call my man 'baby'." Corey nodded,

"I'd really like that. Is there anything special you'd like me to call you?" he asked in turn. Sonja lit up.

"Would you call me mummy when we're at home on our own? I loved it when you call me that when you were little, I felt so loved by you when you said it, and that you would be mine forever." Corey nodded enthusiastically.

Sonja brought their coffees to the kitchen table and sat next to her son, and as she did her kimono rode up so her panties at the front were barely covered. Corey couldn't help but look, and his mother smiled because she wanted her son to look. Corey looked at his mother and she looked into her son's eyes, smiled that incredible smile and spread her knees so the kimono rode up much further; and the deliberate invitation from his mother was not lost on Corey. 

He smiled back and looked down to a sight that caught his breath, and as the air audibly rushed into his mouth his mother felt the rush that had been missing. Corey now looked at his mother's panties, just that beautiful and alluring triangle that all women have. Sonja's panties were white, silky and full from her pussy.

"You like baby?" she purred with that smile.

"No, I love," her son answered and smiled back, and then something occurred to him and his face fell. 

His mother's face then mirrored his.

"What is it baby, tell mummy? You don't find me attractive, you think I'm far too forward, what is it baby?" she asked and her tears threatened again.

"Oh mummy no, no. But before we begin I must tell you something. Jeremy gave me the idea to seduce you, because I wanted you so much." Corey's face was contorted in mental anguish. 

To his utter surprise his mother's face returned to that amazing smile. She leaned forward and said in the most seductive of whispers,

"Then I must thank him, because you have succeeded and made me live again. If he has helped bring me this immense joy then I must thank him." 

She battered her eyelids at her son, and he decided to tell her everything, but not before he made a show of placing his hand on the inside of her exposed and open thigh. As he told his mother the whole story and they drank their coffee, they found his story was actually turning them on. Corey's hand caressed his mother's thigh as he slowly worked his way to the triangle that he held in such awe and desire. 

Once he got to the part of the story where he began to develop his plan to seduce Sonja, a few minutes after Jeremy had first given then the idea, Corey couldn't wait any longer and his hand caressed his mother's panty clad pussy for the first time, and for both it was one of those magical moments. The emotions flowing through them were only bettered by the physical feelings they began to experience.

For Corey, touching his mother's pussy through her panties was everything he had always hoped it would be. Her white, silky panties were so thin he could feel all the contours of his mother's pussy; and he could also tell she shaved, maybe not completely but at least her pussy lips. Sonja couldn't help but take in a deep breath in a loud 'ooo', as she felt her son's hand explore her full folds with a gentle caress.

"Oh baby, that's so nice, and thank-you for being so brave for me." 

Corey had finally finished his story, and rather than be angry with her son, Sonja was just that much more appreciative of what he had done for her.

"I know it feels good. I can feel your lovely pussy mummy," Corey purred as his hand now kneaded her fleshy folds, and Sonja who was becoming so turned on went to a heightened level of arousal when he had said 'your lovely pussy' and 'mummy'. 




The Clan Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - Brent

Brent's mum Sue had picked him up at the end of camp as all the mums did. As Sue hurried to see her eighteen year old son, and saw her young man hurrying toward her, her heart soared and she felt that familiar, powerful feeling deep inside as she always did for him. 

Sue saw that Brent was smiling at her broadly and she thought 'he missed me and is glad to see me', this also made her body react to her son. When Sue and Brent met she hugged him and he hugged his mother back. Brent was small for his age and looked younger then his eighteen years at 5' 8'' and Sue too was small at about 5' 1'' tall.

"I missed you love, I missed you so much," Sue told her son in a teary voice.

"I really missed you too mum, I so glad to see you, it was like a part of me was missing," Brent told his mother in turn and all Sue could do was cry and say,

"Oh Brent," and clung tightly to her son.

They stood like this for about ten seconds and then Sue stepped back and looked at the only man in her life.

"Let's get you home," Sue said and with her arm around Brent's lower back she guided him to her car. 

Brent made a move that really sent his mother into a flutter; he put his arm around her shoulders as they walked to the car. Once in the car Brent noticed his mother was wearing her tight jeans and a shirt.

"Boy you look great in those jeans and shirt," and Brent meant it, because to his mind she did. 

Sue blushed, but was very pleased her son thought she looked good. Her heart raced again and she thought to herself, 'oh I love my young man so much.' Sue reached over and placed her hand on his knee and gave it a little shake in appreciation. Brent did likewise to his mother, and her body quivered, 'yes I love Brent more then anyone'. They spent the next two hours driving home, Brent listened as his mother talked for nearly the two hours, asking all the right questions and commenting now and then, all of which conveyed to Sue that her Brent was listening and interested. Just before they arrived home Sue asked,

"So did you guyss managed to cross the river to the girls' camp?"

"Yeah," Brent answered as if uninterested, looking out the window as he answered.

"Any girl catch your fancy," Sue asked catching a peek at her Brent.

"Oh no way," was his brusque answer that left his mother very curious.

"Why 'no way'?" Sue asked looking between her son and the road ahead. "Have you already got a girlfriend at school?" Sued probed.

"No way there either," Brent sneered and looked into his mother's eyes. Now Sue was really intrigued.

"What you're not interested in girls?"

"Yes and no," Brent answered still looking at his mother.

"You just don't want a girlfriend then?" "Sort of."

"How do you mean 'sort of'?" Sue's curiosity was really peaked now.

"Well I mean you always say I'm your man, and I see you as my girl." 

Brent was watching his mother and saw her eyes glisten with tears, as she smiled. They drove the rest of the short way home in silence, because Sue's mind was too preoccupied. When they arrived home both Sue and Brent were tired; the trip home was long and had been emotionally draining. They had bought some take away on the way home and ate it in the car as Sue drove. So once home they went to their own bedrooms and both had interrupted sleep that night.

The next morning Sue was up before Brent, who was only minutes behind her. Being Saturday they fell into their normal routine for breakfast. Both were yawning and told each other of their poor sleep. After breakfast Brent helped his mother with the washing, of which most was his from camp. Sue was buoyant because it was the first time her Brent had helped. Sue was wearing a light summer dress, which was a bit short in Brent's mind, but he liked how it looked on his mother -- and no bra he noticed immediately. Brent was wearing a singlet, light linen shorts and a thin pair of tight boxers -- he always dressed pointing up to avoid embarrassingly tenting. 

As they loaded the washing machine Brent noticed a couple of pairs of his mother's panties, and took note that they were brief, one was even see through. Although he felt a bit wrung out, his body stirred and as he remembered Jeremy's words to them. After they finished the washing and hung it out, Sue made them coffee and Brent waited in the lounge room, in front of the TV on the couch. 

When his mother entered the room and bent to place the mugs on the coffee table, her dress lifted and Brent saw a lot of his mother's beautiful legs. He then insisted his mother sit next to him, knowing she was tired and would probably fall asleep. They sat and watched the cricket, which was always guaranteed to put them both to sleep, and soon after Sue had finished her cuppa her eyes began to close. Brent watched his mother as she drifted and placed his arm around her shoulders, and then gently pulled her into him. Sue melted into her son and he drew her with him as he laid back into the corner of the couch. Before he knew it, Brent too was asleep.

Sue woke first and took a moment to get her bearings, but smiled as she felt her Brent's arm around her and pushed herself further into him. Her son had one arm around her waist and the other across her breasts, but did nothing to remove them although for Sue it seemed very intimate. Her lustful subconscious thoughts about her Brent, which on a number of occasions had threatened to invade her consciousness, now did so as Sue herself opened the door in her mind that had separated them. Thoughts, feelings and desires flooded into her mind and body. Brent woke with a start and looked down at his mother.

"Ah, so you're awake," He said and then pretended to suddenly notice his arms around his mother in manner not usually seen between mother and son.

"Oh, sorry," Brent apologised to his mother and went to move his arm.

"Do you hear me protesting?" Sue asked her son. He placed his arms back on his mother.

"Well no, but I thought you might have felt uncomfortable. You know me holding you like this."

"No I don't, in fact it feels very nice. I like your arms around me." 

Brent could hear something beneath her words, a feeling, an attitude, something; something he had never heard before and it excited him.

"Well that's good. Because I like holding you like this and have wanted to for quite some time," he confessed to his mother.

"Why didn't you tell me?" his mother queried and placed her arms on his. It felt very intimate for both of them.

"Well I was afraid you would think me a creep or some sort of deviant."

"Why would I think that," Sue asked her Brent and he could see where the conversation was heading were he hoped it would continue.

"Well I know most guys don't want to hold their mum's like this, so I thought you would think I was odd or something."

"I don't think you're odd or anything. Anyway those mothers don't know what they'er missing." 

Brent could hear the pride in her voice as well as the 'I've got something other mothers don't have.'

"And other guys don't know what they're missing." 

Sue swelled with pride and desire for her son, and she recognised both sensations. Once she would have fought the sensations, but not today and she really enjoyed how good this felt.

"I'm glad you think that way, because you and I don't have to go with the crowd, we can be our own people." Sue's statement gave Brent a whole new idea to play with.

"Yeah, you're right mum. We can do our own thing, just you and me and no one has to know." Sue continued with this thought.

"Good. What happens between you and I is between you and I." Brent took it to the next level.

"Yeah, so what if we're mother and son, we can show each other how we feel and know one has to know."

"I'm with you there," Sue told her Brent in a forthright tone.

"Another cuppa?" Brent asked his mother and she nodded, reluctantly because it meant she would be leaving his arms.

"I'll get it," Brent volunteered and gently lifted his mother off him. 

He may have been small, but Brent was very strong. He turned the TV off and put on his mother's favourite CD, the one she always wanted to dance to, and had tried to get Brent to dance with her but couldn't. 

By the time Brent came back with their drinks his mother was up dancing, and she invited him to join her -- so for the first time he did. Sue was overjoyed and her Brent took her in his arms and slow danced his mother. Sue felt old stirrings in her body. Rather then react against them because they were directed toward her son, Sue threw herself into them. She held her Brent tight and ground her body against his. For his part, Brent ground right back, and he knew the clothing he selected would help. 

Sue could feel her son's hard dick and her new attitude stirred up a forbidden desire in her. After one song in which they danced together, Brent reminded her of their drinks. Sue was just as happy to sit with her Brent as to dance with him; there would still be body contact if she had anything to do with it. 

Sue was not regretting in anyway her decision not to keep her Brent at arms length anymore, she just loved his attention -- he was now the son she always hoped he would be. They sat on the couch and as they did Brent held his mother as before, and she melted into him. Her Brent caressed her hair and told her how much he loved her, and Sue wallowed in his complements and confessions of his devotions to her. 

By the time they had finished their cuppas; Brent was caressing her neck and shoulders, but keeping in mind what Jeremy had said and waited for his mother to make the first sexual advance. Sue began to react to her Brent's touch and moaned quietly.

"Ooh, that's nice, were did you learn to do that," Sue asked a little suspiciously of her Brent.

"Nowhere, it just seems the right thing for me to do for you."

"It is, so keep doing it," Sue instructed Brent in a sultry voice. 

Brent moved his hand down her arm, and then gently ran his finger tips up and down her bare arm. Sue purred now, with her eyes closed. The Brent began to whisper 'sweet nothings' to his mother. Sue was moaning freely now and Brent moved his caresses to her tummy, and then Sue finally gave him the clear and definite signal he had been working and waiting for. His mother moved her elbow to his crotch and gently rubbed her son's hard dick. 

As Brent caressed his mother's tummy, he now slowly worked his hand up to her breasts free of her bra. His hand glided over both his mother's breasts and she sucked in her breath loudly and arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his hand. He concentrated on her nipples rubbing them, with his hand flat so he could manipulate both nipples at once. Sue continued to arch her back rhythmically and she spread her legs, as he son raised her sexual pleasure through his fondling of her nipples. 

However, once she spread her legs, Brent took this as direct invitation for her own son to move to her pussy, which he did. His hand slid between her legs over her dress, and he could feel his mother's panties. He rubbed his mother's pussy through her dress and panties a few times, and then pulled her dress up with a sense of urgency. 

He saw his mother's brief black panties and her pussy filled then out nicely. Brent slid his hand straight into her panties, feeling a semi shaven, wet pussy. Sue's reaction was as Brent expected. Thrusting her hips for her son to have as much of her pussy as he wanted, and her moaning went up another gear and she had to verbalize her high arousal.

"Oh yeah Brent, oh yeah, touch my pussy, put your finger into me Brent, I want to feel you in me." 

That was enough for Brent. In a flash he got off the couch, laid his mother down flat, pulled her panties right off and then got his shorts and boxers off in one movement. He stared at his mother's pussy for a second. She had very short pubic hair above her shaved pussy, which had thick lips that protruded boldly from between her legs. He drank in the magnificent sight, then opened his mother's pussy lips and guided his rock hard dick into her pussy. Sue held out her arms to him, while encouraging him to fuck his mother,

"Fuck me Brent, fuck me son, fuck your mother, fuck me."

He pumped her for less then ten seconds and then shot his load and Sue held him inside her wanting to feel his dick pulsate his cum in her. After Brent's orgasm subsided he felt guilty, not because he had just fucked his mother, but because it was so quick.

"I'm sorry mum, I'm sorry I came so quick." 

But Sue soothed her son as she held him in her arms, feeling her own afterglow.

"That's to be expected Brent, but we will work on it and you will last much, much longer."

"You still want me to fuck you?" Brent had thought his mother would think better of a sexual relationship with her son.

"Of course I do, so much, didn't we say we wanted our own type of relationship, just between you and me, and we wouldn't care what others thought?" Sue soothed her son.

"Oh yeah. Thanks mum, I really want you, I really do."

"Then that's settled. We are lovers from now on." 

Sue spoke firmly and Brent nodded in her arms. They both felt his dick begin to stir in her. They looked at each other, and Brent grinned.

"Hang on to your hat mum, I'm gunna last a long time this time," and he began to thrust into his mother, who was more then well lubricated with his cum and her own pussy juices. 

Sue grinned at her son as he rocked his body back and forth, and she could feel his dick rock hard again sliding up and down inside her.

"Oh yeah Brent, make it last, make me cum." 

Brent had only one focus now, to fulfil his mother's request and make her cum

He was grunting before he knew it and he was thrusting hard, but slowly into his mother, pushing as far as he could go. Sue looked lovingly into her son's face as he stared into hers, and she knew that this was just so right. The old feeling of an orgasm she had not experienced for so many years began to well up in side her. 

Good to his word, Brent was lasting a long time, and that's just what his mother needed. Sue knew her body needed to be woken up from its long sexual slumber, but she also knew that once awoken her body would be as responsive as he young son wanted.

"Oh fuck me Brent, fuck me good, I need you to fuck me, oh you're so good and so long, oh Brent, Brent." 

Sue was panting heavily now and she could feel her orgasm was close, 'just a little longer Brent love, a little longer' she told herself.

"How is it mum, good, do I fuck you good?"

"Oh yeah Brent, you're beautiful."

"Do I fill you up mum, do I fuck you good, tell me mum, I want to hear it."

"Oh yeah my young man, you fill me all the way up, ahhh, ahhh, oh, oh and you fuck me so good, so good, oooo, oooo, I'm coming Brent you beautiful man, you've made me come, I'm coming, AHHHH, AHHHH." 

Sue's body went into spasm and she held it as her face contorted, her back arched and she made a sort of gurgling noise. Brent felt so good about being able to make his mother cum, his second orgasm hit him and he pumped his cum into his mother once more. 

When they both finished, Brent fell to the side, and Sue just lay there not wanting to interrupt the moment, allowing their combined cum juices to ooze out of her pussy. They panted in unison, and Brent was the first to speak.

"Mum that was beyond fantastic. We're ok aren't we?"

"Oh yeah son, we're ok. We're a couple now, just you and me and nobody else. Oh by the way, move your cloths into my room this afternoon."



The Clan Ch. 06



Chapter 6 - Jeremy

Jeremy, the eighteen year old behind 'the plan" for The Clan came home from uni, and he seemed a little glum to his 36 year old mother. Today was the day Jeremy the plan maker, would put his own plan into action -- he would play the dumb son, not the smart young man that he was. His mother asked him if he was OK and he gave a non-committal grunt, so she asked if something had happened at uni today. Jeremy answered,

"One of my old school mates at uni with me; and I'm not saying which one, told me today that his mother was a far better mum then you were to me and any of the other guys' mums. And two of my other mates, said they knew what he meant and sort of grinned, winked and nodded at him. Then the three of them said they had a special relationship with their mums. I told them I had a great relationship with you, but they laughed and said it couldn't be as good as theirs."

Jeremy's mother Jenny looked at her son and tried to make sense of what he had just said. She felt for him, because she could see that his discussion with his mates had upset him.

"What do you think they meant?" she asked him.

"No idea," he responded as he looked off into the distance as if still feeling the hurt. 

He gave his mother the impression he thought they had a good relationship, or at least Jenny thought this was what was going through her son's head. "You know, these are guys like me with no dads at home, just them and their mums. They said that their mums didn't need to have boyfriends or a new husband at home, because their boys were all they needed," he said looking at her imploringly, looking for a response from her. 

Jenny's brow furrowed as she thought about what he had just said, believing she understood what these young men were saying, but not really wanting to believe it. 'Where their mothers having that kind of a special relationship with their sons', she asked herself? To think this over Jenny wandered from the kitchen where they had been talking into the lounge room, and sat in her chair. 

For the rest of the evening, Jeremy seemed distant and it bothered Jenny greatly, he was not only her son but her greatest support and best friend. So, Jenny decided to talk to him about it as he was getting ready to go to bed. She walked into his room and asked if they could discuss the issue. Jeremy seemed to brighten and said he would really like to discuss it, so Jenny sat down at the end of his bed.

"What do you think?" asked Jenny.

"How do you mean?" Jeremy asked in reply.

"Well, do you think these guys do have special relationships with their mums?"

"It certainly seems they do, and they're really close to their mums. You should see how their mums treat them, like they're really close to their sons you know. You can see that both mother and son are really, really close," Jeremy answered enthusiastically. 

Jenny heard all he said and was worried that Jeremy did not see their relationship as close as his friends and their mothers. "So do you think we're not that close, like your mates and their mums?" Jenny asked, wondering if this was what was bothering Jeremy.

"It doesn't look like it. I mean you can see that they really are close; they really like each other you know? Like they want to be with each other -- all the time, and the mums get this strange look on their faces when they talk to or look at their sons, like... I don't know... sort of adoring, you know. Like their son is their whole world," Jeremy answered with an air of jealousy.

"So do you want to be like these guys? To have... you know, a really, really close relationship with me?" Jenny asked not knowing what else to say after Jeremy's answer, because she felt hurt by his feeling of jealousy towards these friends of his. 

Jenny loved her son, and he was her world.

"We have always been together since dad left, and you said I was your man now, but sometimes it doesn't seem like it," Jeremy answered and as he did he edged closer to his mother from his position at the head of his bed. 

They looked into each others eyes and Jenny reached out and hugged her son, to try to convey to him how much she loved him, and Jeremy responded in kind.

After a few seconds they broke and Jenny kissed her son on the forehead. Jeremy brought his hands up to hold her face and smiled at her. Jenny's heart leapt to see the change over her son by some physical contact from her, and his mature response in holding her face. Jeremy moved his face closer to his mother's and kissed her on the lips; a quick kiss to test the waters. Jenny felt something deep inside, a thrill and a response at the same time and she liked it. 

She could see now how these other mothers could respond to their sons, so she kissed Jeremy back. Jeremy thought to himself, 'this is working and so quickly.' Jenny had no idea that at the same time at least 2 other sons and mothers were experiencing the same conversations and responses. 

As Jenny kissed her son back in response they both held it longer then usual, and the next thing Jenny knew she felt Jeremy's tongue probing her mouth and she responded. It felt good. Their embrace became stronger and they held the kiss for many long seconds. When they broke, Jeremy was smiling broadly and said in a husky voice, 

"I love you mum." 

That's all Jenny needed to confirm that what had just taken place was good for her son and she smiling too. She made a decision.

Jenny stood up and turned to leave Jeremy's room and as she did she said, 

"I bought a new pair of jeans today, I'll put them on and you tell me what you think."

"OK," replied Jeremy as his head swam with what had just happened. 

He sat on his bed for what seemed only a few short minuets reliving that kiss, when his mother called to him. Jeremy quickly stood and strode into his mother's room, to see her standing in front of her dressing table mirror wearing the short buttoned-up top she had been wearing and her new jeans, which showed a great deal of her tummy.

"What do you think?" she asked her son in the mirror as he entered the room. Jeremy walked further into the room while looking at his mother in the mirror and thinking yet again how beautiful, sexy and desirable she looked, so he told her. 

"Man you look so beautiful and sexy." 

His mother smiled and blushed to think that her son saw her in such a way, and it gave her another thrill through her body. 

Jeremy walked up behind his mother to look at her in the mirror over her shoulder, and his body pressed up against her back -- now he was the Jeremy The Clan knew. Jenny looked critically at herself in the mirror and asked Jeremy, 

"Do you think I look fat in these?" as she rubbed her hand back and forth across her tummy.

"No," said her son and he reached around his mother with his right hand and ran it across her tummy, gently and lovingly. Jenny's body responded to his touch and she liked it more then she though she would.

"That's nice," she said in a whispered voice.

"You're not fat," her son replied also in a whisper.

"Do you think they fit ok?" his mother seemed to purr.

"You know how to find out if jeans fit properly, don't you?" Jeremy breathed softly into his mother's ear.

"No" she whispered.

"You can tell, if you can slip you hand down the front of them," and with that Jenny's son slid his right hand down the front of her jeans until he reached her panties.

"Ooooo, they fit very nicely," he whispered into her ear and her knees went weak.

"And the further you can slip your hand down the better they fit," Jeremy continued to whisper, and he slid his hand slowly further down into his mother's jeans. 

However, this time he slid his hand over the top of her panties. Jenny felt beautiful and excited, not wanting her son to stop; something she never thought she would have felt. Her son's hand felt warm and she thrust her hips forward ever so slightly. Jeremy could feel his mother's body give a little shudder and her hips move forward and he could feel her short pubic hair beneath her panties.

"Can I see what's inside there?" he whispered into his mother's ear.

"Yes," she replied in quivering whisper.

Jeremy withdrew his hand and his mother turned around to snuggle into him, as she reached down to the top of her new jeans, with her eyes closed and her head tilted down. Jenny found the big brass button at the top of her fly. She undid the button, took hold of the tab of the fly and quite deliberately pulled it down. Jenny then lifted her head, opened her eyes and looked at her son, she could see the excitement in his eyes and she felt the same excitement. Jeremy expected his mother to pull down her jeans and expose her panties to him, but she wanted her son to pull her jeans down. Jeremy realized immediately what his mother wanted; for him expose her panties.

Jeremy knelt down and lowered his eyes to his mother's jeans and especially the undone fly that gave a glimpse of her panties; white cotton. He took hold of each side of the top of her jeans and began to slowly and gently pull them down. As they slowly came down, Jenny's panties in their entirety were being exposed to her son; they were plain white cotton panties, with a lace trim at the top and around the legs. 

Jenny watch fascinated as her son slowly pulled her jeans down, knowing that she was allowing him to see her panties and the contours they covered. She loved how she felt at this moment; no one had her made her feel this wonderful for so many years -- and it was her son, which thrilled her even more. Jenny had gone out with men after her divorce, but they were always rough and too eager for her liking, and therefore nothing had ever come of the relationships. 

Her hands were resting on her son's shoulders, both to steady herself and for the need to have physical contact with him.

Jeremy revealed more of his mother's panties. At first he could only see the contours of her pubic mound and pubic hair, but the thrill was tremendous. 

He deliberately slowed the speed at which he had pulled his mother's jeans down, to heighten his thrill. It also heightened her thrill. As he continued to pull on her jeans, Jeremy could see the contours of the top of her pussy through her panties. Both felt their excitement rise even further at this point, and Jeremy paused in the pulling of his mother's jeans to look longing at what he saw before him. Jenny was watching her son's progress with fascination and delight. She was not surprised that he now paused and a sense of pride ran though he as she realized her son wanted to look at her sex, at her pussy. 

Her panties were a little tight on her, so Jenny knew her son was be able to see her pussy through them quite plainly. For a fleeting second she wanted him to pull her panties down and look at her naked pussy, and an incredible thrill ran though her body at the thought. Jeremy noticed this reaction by his mother to him looking at her panties, and that he could see her pussy through them.

"Do you want to go to sleep now," Jeremy asked his mother, which came out of the blue for her. 

As if picking up on her reaction to his question he added, 

"We can pick this up tomorrow when we have more time if you like." 

Jeremy looked up at his mother whose face was flushed with excitement. To Jenny this somehow felt like an excellent idea for now, as both were quite tired and Jeremy wanted his mother to have time to come to terms with their changed relationship. One thing he was very sensitive to was, not to rush her, but ease her into this. The odd thing was, neither felt stopping was anticlimactic

"Yes," Jenny responded. 

"Let's finish this here and start again tomorrow." She smiled down at her son who stood up as she pulled her jeans back up. 

Jeremy held his mother's face in his hands again and kissed her and this time their tongues eagerly sought the other and they kissed passionately. When they broke off Jeremy turned and went to his room. Both went to bed knowing tomorrow was Saturday and they had the day to themselves; and both dreamed that night of the turn of events in their mother and son relationship that Jenny would never had thought possible a day earlier.

Jeremy was first up the next morning, dressing quickly and went into the kitchen to make himself breakfast. Before sleeping he had struck on an idea for his mother that excited him. Ten minuets after Jeremy had entered the kitchen his mother walked in. They had both slept very late, it was almost 11.00am.

"How did you sleep, darling," she asked him. 

Jeremy had watched her the whole time as she walked into the kitchen and answered,

"Great, how about you?"

Jenny smiled at him and said,

"Great too." 

Jeremy decided now was a good time to try his new idea.

"You know what many girls do nowadays?" he asked his mother. 

Jenny sensed that there was something more to his question then just mere conversation.

"No, what?" she asked with the slightest of excitement to her voice. 

Jeremy leaned forward across the kitchen table as if to tell her a secret. Jenny, who was leaning against the bench in front of the table, also leaned forward wanting to hear this secret.

"They shave themselves," Jeremy told his mother with a raised eyebrow for emphasis. 

Jenny immediately picked up on what her son meant and was take aback slightly by her body's reaction, as it quivered at the thought.

"Really," Jenny responded in what she hoped was not too much of a surprised tone.

"Yeah, and I hear their boyfriends love it," was her son's reply, who was trying to image his mother in such a state.

"Interesting," was Jenny's rely.

Jenny busied herself with her breakfast, and mother and son chatted comfortably about anything and everything. Both felt that their relationship had shifted, as they talked more like equals rather then mother and son. As they spoke and thought about this shift, they both liked how it felt. Even when mother and son had finished their breakfast they remained seated and chatted for more than an hour.

"Well, I had better go and have my shower," Jenny announced. 

"You go and watch TV, I won't be too long." 

With that Jenny turned and headed for the bathroom. Jeremy finished his second coffee, put his dishes in the sink and walked into the lounge room. He looked at the assortment of chairs and sofas and instead of sitting in his favourite chair, sat at one end of the bigger of the two sofas; the whole time his head a whirl of images of his mother's shaved pussy, which never quite come into focus in his mind. He turned on the TV and watched something without seeing it.

Jeremy had no idea how long he had been sitting there, but it seemed a short time when his mother entered the lounge room; she was wearing her new jeans again and the same top.

"Do you think these new jeans are too tight on me?" Jenny asked with a cheeky look her son had never seen before, but it excited him.

"Well, we'll have to look in the mirror," Jeremy replied with an effort to be matter-of-fact, but knowing in his mind that his mother had enjoyed what he had done last night so much that she wanted it again. 

This gave Jeremy confidence to be more adventurous then last night, and he felt his mother was giving him a green light to do so. Jeremy stood up from the sofa and followed his mother as she walked into her bedroom. Jenny stood in front of the mirror as if sizing up the fit of her new jeans, and Jeremy took up his position behind her again. Rubbing her hand across her bare tummy Jenny asked the same question as last night, 

"Do you think these are too tight," in a dreamy voice. 

Again Jeremy reached around his mother with his right hand and rubbed her tummy. Jenny felt a familiar thrill.

"There's one way to tell if they're too tight," Jeremy proposed.

"Oh, what's that," his mother asked him in the mirror as they held each others eyes.

"You just slip your hand down the front of your jeans," Jeremy replied, but did nothing, hoping his mother would pick up his intension and direct his movements. Years of being together had given Jenny insight into her son and she read him like a book.

"Would you check for me darling," Jenny asked her son in a little girl's voice that excited him.

"Just slide your hand down mummy's jeans for her will you, but don't stop until you've checked properly, OK," she purred and leaned further into her son.

"I would love to do that for you," replied Jeremy and he slide his hand slowly down into his mother's jeans, from her slightly rounded tummy. 

Jeremy would savor his mother's body this time, and he liked the way his mother's tummy was slightly rounded. As he slid his hand further down into the front of his mother's jeans he felt her panties, but they were different to last night.

"That's it sweetie, can you feel mummy's panties?" Jenny encouraged her son and he nodded to her in the mirror. 

She was enjoying this all over again, and the speed of her breathing was quickening. As he caressed the top of his mother's panties, his fingers told him they were of a satin material and very thin.

"Is this ok mummy?" Jeremy asked his mother breathlessly.

"Oh yes," she purred.

"Can I see what's inside your jeans," Jeremy asked, and his mother lovingly replied,

"Yes baby, mummy wants you to pull down her jeans and look at her sweetie." 

Again Jeremy knelt, took hold of each side of his mother's jeans after his mother had turned, undid the big brass button and pulled the fly down. He slowly pulled on her jeans.

"Oh, you're a naughty boy, aren't you," his mother asked huskily.

"Am I?" Jeremy asked in reply.

"You are, wanting to look at your mummy's panties. But mummy wants to show her young man her panties." 

Jenny was totally in character for her son and herself. Jeremy tore his eyes away from his mother's face, which was now in rapture for him, to look at her jeans as he pulled them down. Jeremy saw the first glimpse of his mother's panties, satin white and thin. After looking at the top of them for a few seconds he pulled her jeans down further, revealing more of the soft, thin material and this time the contours of her pubic mound were dramatically more obvious -- because she no longer had any pubic hair. Seeing this Jeremy imagined how much more of his mother's pussy he would see through these panties.

Jenny continued to watch the slow progress of her son pulling down her jeans and the exposure of her panties, fascinated at how controlled he was. Jeremy pulled his mother's jeans the last little bit to reveal her panties fully, and gave an audible intake of breath which pleased his mother no end. Jenny could feel a tingling between her legs. 

Jeremy's audible intake of air was due to what he could now see. His mother's panties were tight and thin, allowing him to see all the contours of her pussy because this mother had shaved her pussy -- as he had hoped. What he saw before him was his mother's pussy bulging through thin, white satin panties, and he felt his dick bursting for release. Jeremy could not help himself and raised his hand to his mother's bulging pussy in her thin panties.

Jenny was extremely excited herself now and felt so proud of herself, as her son was staring at her pussy in her thin panties, realizing she had chosen well in her choice of underwear. Jenny watched fascinated as her son's hand moved to her panties; and her hands were once again on his shoulders, because she wanted physical contact with him. Jeremy's hand reached out and gently touched his mother's pubic mound first, and then he rubbed his finger up and down her pouting pussy lips in their thin panties. 

Jenny's reaction was immediate, as she moaned and her hips bucked a little. Jeremy seemed to be drawing a line up and down between her pussy lips, ending always at her clit. Jenny loved the way her son was touching her pussy through her panties, it was the way she had always wanted to be touched, but never was. Her heavy breathing and moans told her son just how turned on she was becoming, and Jeremy felt his dick was now rock hard.




The Clan Ch. 07



Chapter 7 - Benny

Benny, unlike his 3 mates didn't approach his mother when he first came home form uni, or during dinner, or as they sat in front of the TV after dinner. At 7.30pm Benny's mother, Bev watched her favourite show on TV and it finished at 8.30pm, which was her time to go to bed. The whole time Benny's mind raced on how he would broach the subject with his mother as he sat with her. After TV, Bev's routine was to shower and then read for an hour or so in bed before going to sleep. 

Benny heard the shower running and then his mother walk into her bedroom to read. He continued to ponder his moves and words, but did nothing, cursing himself for his lack of courage. Before he knew it, it was 10.30pm and he decided to go to bed, feeling empty because of his lack of courage, wondering how his mates had done and how they would think of him. 

He walked passed his mother's room, and the door was slightly open. He could see his mother sitting up in bed not reading but asleep, so he opened the door and called softly to her,

"Mum, time to go to bed." But there was no response from her. 

Benny decided to move closer to her, maybe she didn't hear him.

"Mum time to go to sleep," she still didn't respond and Benny could hear her snoring softy. 

Benny looked at his mother and thought as he always did, how beautiful she was, even asleep with her mouth opened a little. Her book had fallen from her hands and Benny reached and picked it up, and was about to close it, when to his surprise he saw the title 'What a woman wants'. 

His fingers were still in the place his mother had been reading, so he read a bit to see what it was like. He had to move it to his mother's bedside lamp, as it was the only light on in her room. It was a real sloppy romance novel and he chuckled to himself. His mother had divorced his father when Benny was 2 years old, and he knew she had been without male companionship ever since. Benny placed his mother's book on her bedside table and turned back to her. 

He looked at his mother in her upright position, and decided she needed to lie down to sleep more comfortably.

"Mum, you need to lie down, time to go to sleep," Benny told her.

"Mmm," his mother seemed to answer him, still fully asleep and snoring softly, but she didn't move at all. So Benny thought for a moment and decided he would have to help her.

"I'll give you a hand to lie down, ok:" Benny told his mother.

"Mmm," by her tone, Bev seemed to be agreeing with her son. 

So Benny hesitatingly moved closer, and then realized he would have to pull the doona down so he could move his mother further down the bed. He grabbed hold of the top of the doona and started to pull it down, and his mother seemed to lift her arms slightly as if to make it easier for her son. As he pulled the doona down he began to reveal his mother in her nighty, it was a light weight material with lace across the top and low cut. 

Benny could see that his mother was not wearing a bra, and he found that very attractive. He moved the doona passed her chest and down her tummy and passed her hips, and to his delight he saw that his mother's nighty had ridden up to well above her knees and he could see her lovely legs.

Now Benny had a problem, how was he going to move his mother down the bed, when an idea struck him, he would put his left arm under her knees and his right arm behind her back and lift. Easy enough thought Benny. He bent forward feeling a bit awkward; this was his mother after all. He placed his right arm behind her back, easy enough and then the more delicate move; he slid his left arm under her knees. He felt a tingle as his bare arm touched her bare leg, and he lifted her up, down the bed and back down again in one smooth movement. 

However, Bev's nighty rode up even more, a further 4 inches, but at least his mother was in a more comfortable position. Benny stood up and looked at his mum, with her nighty up so high. He could almost see her pussy.

"You look beautiful mum," Benny told his sleeping mother quite spontaneously.

"Mmm," responded Bev in a dreamy type of voice and a hint of a smile played on her mouth. Benny decided now was the time.

"I'm going to touch you now mum," Benny told her.

"Mmm," Bev seemed to reply in agreement. 

At lest Benny was sure his mother had, and he took courage from this. He reached out his right hand and rubbed her left shoulder, Bev's reaction was just to smile a little more. So Benny moved his hand down to her chest, and her smile remained. Then, with a feeling of trepidation, Benny moved his hand down further to her left breast, while watching his mother's face intently. 

Her breasts were large, soft with big dark nipples and Benny found them just so desirable. Bev's only reaction was to continue her smile, so Benny started to fondle his mother's breast through her thin nighty and he could feel her nipple harden with pleasure. Benny was both turned on and fearful at the same time, a magical feeling he thought -- such excitement. 

Now Bev responded vocally and let out a small moan, much to her son's delight, so he increased his pressure, which brought an increase to his mother's moaning. Benny reached out his left hand to her right breast and caressed both her breasts and Bev's moaning grew louder. He wasn't afraid if she woke now, because she was enjoying his attention. He had also relied on how very heavily she slept, and, that was part of the reason he had began what he was now doing. His excitement grew as his dick did and his fear had left him.

Benny looked down at the bottom of his mother's nighty and he was about to take an even bigger step.

"Oh mum, I'd love to see your pussy," Benny asked believing she had no panties on. 

He watched in fascination as his to utter disbelief his mother's hands slowly reached for the bottom of her nighty and raised it revealing her pussy to him. His mother had only a thin line of pubic hair leading up from the top of her pussy lips for about 2 inches. Her pussy was full and her pussy lips long and thick.

"Spread your legs for me mum," Benny asked hoping she would respond again to his request, and Bev obliged her son. 

Now he could see the full beauty of her pussy. He brought his left hand from her breast to her pussy, but paused,

"Would you like me to touch your pussy mum?" Benny asked, not sure if he would get a response.

"Mmm," came his mother's reply and her smile widened, so Benny reached out and touched his mother's naked pussy for the first time. 

It felt smooth and soft to the touch, and Bev moaned a little louder and raised her hips to her son's hand. Benny slid his hand down her pussy to the end of her lips, and as he did so Bev raised her hips a little more. As if by instinct Benny continued the downward movement of his hand to his mother's asshole and lingered there, to his amazement she sighed and moved a bit. Benny decided to stay there for a little while, and he played with the outside of her asshole and his mother responded by pushing her hips toward his finger. This surprised Benny so he asked his mother,

"Do you like having you asshole touched?" 

Without hesitation his mother answered him in a very dreamy voice,

"Mmm." 

'Fair enough', thought Benny and continued to caress his mother's asshole and she continued to moan. Benny brought his right hand down and played with his mother's pussy, and by her moaning he could tell she liked that too. Benny kept up the touching of her asshole and pussy for a while and then slid 2 fingers into her very wet pussy, rotated and slid them in and out. As he did this his mother became much louder, so he probed a bit deeper with his two finger in her pussy, and that seemed to set his mother off completely, and he brought her to a smooth, gentle climax. When she had finished Benny removed his fingers and placed the doona over her and went to his own room absolutely delighted with himself.

Benny was up a few minutes before his mother the next morning. Bev came out in her nighty and dressing gown, looked at her son and said,

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Fine, why?" Benny asked in return thinking her answer could be interesting.

"I had such a strange dream," his mother replied.

"Strange how, good or bad?" Benny asked her.

"On one hand very good, but a little bad I think on the other," Bev answered a little perplexed as she sat at the kitchen table.

"Ok, why good and why bad?" Benny asked innocently, wondering if his mother knew about last night.

"I can't tell you," Bev relied bluntly.

"Yes you can. The guys I know at uni and their mums tell each other everything," Benny ventured.

"Everything?" his mother asked slightly shocked.

"Everything, even when my mates have those dreams, and they always have," Benny ventured again.

"They talk to their mums about them, but why? Bev asked surprised.

"Their mums like to hear about them, but then they tell their son their special dreams too," Benny answered matter-of-factly.

"And neither the mums nor their sons have a problem with that?"

"No, in fact I get the impression both like to hear what the other dreamt. So what did you dream?" Benny asked again. 

Bev was silent for a moment, deciding if she should tell her son, as if to decide for her Benny said in a hurt voice,

"But if you don't think we're close enough like the other guys and their mums, I'll understand." 

Bev felt challenged enough to pluck up her courage and said,

"I dreamed about you last night." Benny said nothing, not wanting to spoil this moment.

"I dreamed you were touching my private parts," Bev continued, watching her son closely.

"What your breasts and pussy?" Benny asked as if discussing the weather.

"Yes," answered his mother a little surprised, "and... and my other place."

"Did you like that place being touched?" Benny asked.

"Oh yes," Bev replied with a grin on her face now.

"Have you always liked having that place played with?" He was very curious.

"I've never done anything like it before," and Bev looked slightly baffled and blushed.

"You never thought of it or wanted it."

"No never, not even in my dreams,"

"So that's the good, what was the bad?" Benny asked.

"Well that you were touching my privates," Bev replied.

"Your breasts, pussy and your other place, but you just said that?" Benny asked.

"Yes, but why do you keep saying those words?" Bev asked her son.

"Because that's what they are, don't be afraid of their names."

"Ok I won't," Bev said with a smile. 

"Anyhow that is the bad, isn't it?" she asked her son.

"But you enjoyed?" Benny asked.

"Oh yes," was Bev's reply.

"Then is all good," Benny proposed.

"Do you think so? What would others think?" Bev asked her son.

"Who cares what others think, it only matters what you and I think," Benny said and then asked, "what would you say if it had been real, not a dream? Because I have."

"What do you mean?" asked Bev.

"Well I've dreamed about touching you, like you dreamed last night," Benny told his mum.

"When did you dream this?" Bev asked her son very curious now.

"When? Heaps of times, for years," Benny answered and his mum looked surprised.

"Besides all teenage boys dream about their mums," he continued. Bev was very interested now.

"Do their mums know?" Benny thought to himself 'how would I know', but decided to turn this to his advantage.

"Those guys I told you about do, you know, they tell their mums about their sex dreams of them -- their mums," he told her again and watched her face as her eyes widened at this revelation.

"What do their mums say?" Bev was very interested now and Benny knew he had her on his hook.

"Do you really want to know?" asked Benny as if it were a huge secret.

"Yes I do," his mum told him, so Benny moved very close to his mum and placed his hand on her knee. 

This move didn't concern Bev as Benny and she were often this familiar with each other.

"Ok, but you can't tell anyone ok?" Benny told his mum and leaned closer, and Bev nodded her head and both looked very serious.

"Well one of the guys said he told his mum one morning of his sex dream about her," Benny began and his mum was totally engrossed, and he placed his second hand on his mum's other knee.

"What did he say to her?" Bev asked wanting to hear the story.

"Well he told her that he dreamed he walked up behind his mum in the kitchen and lifted the back of her dress so he could see her panties," Benny started and Bev hung on each word, as Benny began sliding his hands up his mum's legs little by little. Bev didn't say a word, just waiting for her son to continue.

"But you know what his mum said to him?" and Bev shook her head not wanting to break the atmosphere.

"She asked him what she did in his dream, and he said she didn't do anything, so in his dream he just looked at her panties for a few seconds and then he touched her bottom. He ran his hand over her bottom, and his mum just stood there like nothing was happening." Benny and Bev were breathing a little fast. 

Bev's heart was pounding now, and she was more then eager to hear the story to its conclusion. Benny's hands were now moving under her dressing gown and nighty, and Bev still made no move to stop him.

"Then, in his dream he ran his hand down and under his mum's bottom between her legs. When he said this, he said his mum smiled and asked if he liked touching her bottom in his dream, and he told his mum he did. In his dream his mum bent over the kitchen bench and spread her legs, so he ran his hand right up between her legs." Bev was transfixed, and Benny's hands were now under his mum's dressing gown and nighty, and halfway up her inner thighs. 

Bev could feel her son's hands, but the story was turning her on and she so liked what he was doing.

"The son told his mum that in his dream he pulled her panties down to look at her pussy. When he told her that his mum asked if he liked what he saw and of course he said he loved it, so she asked him if he wanted to look at her for real." 

Bev's jaw dropped and Benny knew she saw herself as the mum and Benny as the son. Benny's hands were now nearly all the way up his mum's inner thighs to her panties, and instinctively Bev spread her knees wide. Mother and son were staring into each other's eyes.

"The son told his mum he would love to look at her, so this guy from uni, you know what this guy's mum did?" Benny asked this so his mum would think this was a real mother and son and not a dream, Bev shook her head. 

Benny moved his hands up and down Bev's thighs, caressing them with his thumbs; Bev liked it.

"Well this guy's mum lifted up her dress so her son could see her panties. Can you imagine that, lifting your dress up for your son?" 

Bev nodded slowly still transfixed by her son's story, and she was so turned on by both his words and his hands. Benny continued to move his hands back and forth on his mum's inner thighs, caressing her naked flesh.

"Anyway that's what he told us," Benny baited his hook for his mum.

"What happened next?" Bev asked breathlessly, not wanting the story to be over, and not wanting the moment to end. She hadn't felt this turned on, ever.

"Well that's just it; before he could finish one of the other guys said he could top that because he too had told his mother he had dreamed about her." 

Bev looked pleased it was continuing. Benny's caresses were just lovely, and somewhere in her subconscious she wondered if he was going to touch her pussy, she wanted him to.

"This other guy said he told his mum about his sex dream of her and she asked if he liked it, he said he did and then asked his mum if she was shocked and she said she wasn't. So you know what he said she did?" 

Benny wanted his mum to be an active player now, and Bev shook her head amazed.

"He said she walked over to him and hugged him, and told him it was ok, that she too had sex dreams about him, her son!" Bev thought of herself.

"And guess what he reckons his mum said," Bev shook her head.

"He reckons she asked him if he wanted to touch her for real. Can you imagine that, a mum asking her son if he wants to touch her?" Bev nodded slowly.

"Would you like me to touch you?" Benny asked knowing that it was out there now. 

Bev thought for only a split second and said,

"Yes, I would like it." Bev smiled at her son.

"You don't care that I'm your son?" Benny asked keeping his eyes locked on hers. 

"No I don't care, and I would rather you touch me then anyone," Bev told her son and they smiled at each other.

"Would you be upset if your dream had been true," Benny asked hopefully.

"Not at all, why?" his mother asked a little suspicious.

"Because it did happen," Benny smiled at his mum. 

"I'm sorry, but when I helped you into bed last night I couldn't help myself, you looked so beautiful." 

Benny hoped his mum wouldn't be upset with him, and he continued to caress her thighs.

"Well next time, do it when I'm awake so I can enjoy it more fully," Bev said with a grin.

"Ok," replied Benny with a big smile and his mother smiled back at her son. No mother could wish for a better son then her Benny.

"Now are you going to touch me there or what?" Bev asked her son with a grin.

"Where mum?" Benny goaded his mother.

"You know?" she blushed.

"No say it," he told her while caressing the very top of her thighs, within a fraction of an inch of her pussy. 

Bev let out a sigh,

"Ok, are you going to touch my pussy?" she blushed, but liked saying the word.

"Oh, yeah." 

Benny responded as his hands slid forward that little extra and he touched his mother's pussy once more through her panties. Benny's touch was as good as in her dream. But her reaction surprised him, as she sucked in a breath, groaned and began to buck her hips. He had no idea Bev was turned on so quickly... and he thought, 'I've done this for her.' Her son's hands felt like those of an experienced lover, gentle and slow as he first caressed and then teased her protruding clit.

"That's enough, we want you wanting more." 

And with that Benny stopped and Bev was a little pissed, but for some reason she liked the tease more.

The rest of the day went like any other Saturday, and after dinner that night mother and son found themselves sitting as always in from of the TV. Each had one end of the old couch.

"Tried mum," Benny asked as he saw his mother nod off for a fourth time. Bev looked at her son and smiled,

"Yeah, I am a bit."

"Then why don't you lie down and have a nap, I'll wake you when its time to go to bed." 

With that Bev lay down on the rest of the couch with her head at the other end and her knees drawn up. Instinctively Benny lifted his mother's legs and lay her feet on his knees. He continued to watch TV and caressed her feet, and Bev sighed in her sleep. A thought suddenly occurred to Benny, because he knew his mother slept very heavily and he smiled. Bev was sleeping on her side facing the TV, so Benny told his mum,

"Mum roll onto her back."

Bev obeyed immediately. Then he thought better of fulfilling his idea on the couch and waited until bedtime. At 10.30pm Benny was able to wake his mum, although it had taken some time. They both got ready for bed as usual and within minutes of going to bed Benny heard the familiar little snores coming from his mother's room. He got up from his bed and this time without trepidation entered his mother's bedroom. He stood by her bedside and turned on the table lamp she had next to the bed, knowing it would wake her.

"Hi mum," he said quietly and his mother replied in a distant voice,

"Hi." 

Benny pulled back the doona and she was in the same nighty.

"Would you like me to touch you mum?" he asked.

"Yes," she said in an odd voice as she was half awake. 




The Clan Ch. 08



Chapter 8 - Bobby

When Bobby came home he was on his own, his mother came home nearly an hour after him at 5.00pm, so he did his study from his uni subjects of the day and waited for his mother. Right on time Ruth came through the front door,

"I'm home," she called from the front door.

"In here," called Bobby back to her from the kitchen where he had just finished his study. Ruth walked in to see her son, thinking his voice sounded a little strained.

"You OK," Ruth asked her son.

"S'pose," was his reply. 

Now she knew there was something wrong with him.

"C'mon, out with," his mother ordered.

"Out with what," Bobby asked in all innocence.

"Something is bothering you. You can't fool your mother," Ruth replied.

"If I tell you, you will either take it the wrong way or get upset," was Bobby's defiant reply. 

Taken aback by her son's response, Ruth was hurt that he didn't seem to trust her.

"Please Bobby, tell me. I promise not to take it the wrong way or get upset," she pleaded with her son.

"No, you always take it the wrong way," insisted Bobby to his mother, and he took on the appearance that 'he would not be moved'. 

Now his mother was really hurt, to think her son would not tell her what was bothering him.

"But you're such a frump; you never try to be modern like the other mums," Bobby blurted out, his mother smiled to herself, 'I knew he would tell me'. 

Were as Bobby thought to himself, 'I had better tell her or I won't get anywhere'.

"What brought this on," Ruth demanded of her son, becoming angry and hurt.

"Did you really want me?" Bobby asked his mother, with a determined look on his face.

"Of course I did, why?" Ruth asked, shocked that her son would say such a thing.

"Well some of the other guys say they have a really special relationship with their mums; you know they just love being together, taking care of each other," Bobby said with an imploring look.

"Don't you think we have a special relationship," Ruth asked her son.

"Not like those other guys. Their mums really care about them and for them. 

There's heaps of stuff you won't let me talk to you about like the other mothers and sons," Bobby said with a sullen voice. 

Ruth was trying to understand what her son was trying to say, she thought she had an idea, but told herself it couldn't be so.

"What can I do then," Ruth asked, worried her son thought less of her then his friends did of their mothers.

"Well you can change the cloths you wear for a start, and do you shave?" Bobby asked, already knowing the answer.

"What, my underarms?" Ruth asked.

"Yes," Bobby said.

"But what for, I don't go out at all, so what's the point?" Ruth asked.

"Because I care about how you look. Don't you want to look good for me?" Bobby pleaded.

"I didn't think you cared. You know, I'm your mum," said Ruth.

"Of course I care. You're a good looking woman and I want to take care of you like the other guys with their mums. We have been on our own for years now, without dad. Can I look after you mum, you know really look after you?" Bobby waited for his mother's answer. 

Ruth now had a very good idea what her son meant and her first reaction was 'stunned', but this was quickly replaced by a strange feeling she couldn't identify and that bothered her a little.

"I just want to think about this for a moment," Ruth said and walked into her bedroom. 

She sat at her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. 'My own son', she thought, 'but that was wrong; but the look of hurt on his face'. All because he thought that they didn't have a relationship like his friends and their mothers. It pained her to think that he felt less loved, 'but what to do', she thought. Then it came to her, she would play along and see how it went, that was always her best course of action. Yes, go along with this and like all the other things he had chased in his life, he would forget all about it once he started. 

There was the drum kit, and that only lasted one lesson -- too much like hard work. Oh, and what about the local rugby league team because his mates played, again too much like hard work. Then of course the numerous pets, which she always had to care for after the first week. No, this was just like all the others, Ruth told herself. After a few hugs, maybe a kiss or two it would be all over, Bobby will have moved on. So she would play along, and anyway she kind of like the idea her son was showing such an interest in her. There was that odd feeling again; that unknown feeling she was sure she had had felt before, but couldn't place it.

Ruth stood up and walked back into the kitchen, Bobby was waiting expectantly for his mother's answer.

"Ok, but I want to take this a little step at a time," Ruth told her son. Bobby smiled broadly and the effect it had on her surprised her. She felt excited at the prospect of this new venture with her son, this was a good sign she thought -- even if it wasn't going to last.

"So what's first," she asked her son, placing in his hands the direction of where they were going to go together.

"First, your cloths, you're got a great body and you should be proud of it," Bobby told his mother.

"Oh come on, it's not that good," Ruth scoffed.

"I think it's great. Very sexy in fact." 

Bobby had never spoken to his mother like this before and it thrilled him, and Ruth felt a similar response. Ruth felt a sense of pride that her son thought of her this way and she blushed -- which Bobby noticed with delight.

"Ok so my cloths, but which ones?" Ruth asked, as her mind went straight to her underwear.

"To start with your underwear," Bobby said and Ruth thought her son had read her mind.

"What's wrong with them?" 

Was all Ruth could think to ask being slightly taken aback by her son's bluntness and forwardness, but it sent a little shiver through her. He had been thinking about my underwear.

"What's wrong with them?" Bobby asked dramatically. 

"Well there're too big, the wrong material -- it should be sheer, but none are see through," Bobby stated. 

Well the cards are on the table now thought Bobby. All Ruth could do was blush.

"They don't have to be see through, no one but me sees them," said Ruth defensively, wondering what her son's answer to this would be. 

Without hesitation Bobby answered his mother,

"But I will be seeing them," he said. 

This could be taken two ways thought Ruth, because he did the washing, but as if guessing his mother's thought Bobby added, 

"And I don't mean in the wash."

"What are you wearing now," Bobby asked his mother, not wanting to let his answer linger with her too long.

"They're ok," said his mother.

"Let's see then," said Bobby to his mother, "Lift up your skirt and show me your panties," Bobby commanded his mother. 

To her surprise Ruth obeyed her son without hesitation and lifted her shirt to show him her panties, and it excited her. They were big, powder blue and made of very non-see through cotton, beneath her pantyhose.

"See what I mean," said Bobby as he stared at his mother's panties, and although they were big and ugly he couldn't help but stare at them. 

His eyes followed the curve of his mother's tummy down to her pubic mound and he was surprised at how much her curves excited him. Bobby couldn't believe his mum was showing her son her panties.

"Yes," came Ruth's breathless reply, and as she stood there showing her panties to her son, she realized how ugly they were. 

Ruth suddenly wanted her son to look at her in revealing, sexy panties and she wanted him to look at her as often as he wanted to.

"Now come here," Bobby ordered his mother, "but don't put your skirt down."

"Ok," obeyed Ruth in a small voice and walked toward her son, not knowing what to expect as her heart pounded. She came and stood before him, and waited.

"At home I would like you not to wear pantyhose," Bobby said as he looked at her panties beneath her pantyhose. 

"They obscure your feminine contours."

"Would you like me to take them off now," Ruth asked her son, feeling her excitement mounting.

"I would love you to take them off in your bedroom, and then come back as you are now," Bobby said pointing to her mother's upheld dress. 

Ruth turned and went back into her bedroom, quickly removing her pantyhose and wondering what would happen next -- she felt alive, like a schoolgirl again. Free of her pantyhose, Ruth walked back into the kitchen; skirt held up so her son could look at her panties, and she walked very deliberately up to Bobby and stood very close in front of him.

"Is that better?" she asked excitedly.

"Much," her son replied as he once again stared at her panties, and this time he could just make out the contours of his mother's pussy, but it was still difficult to tell the shape of her pussy lips.

"You really like looking at me don't you," Ruth asked her son fascinated by his attentions.

"Oh yes," Bobby replied enthusiastically.

"What now?" she asked her son.

"Go out, its late night shopping, and buy the sexiest panties you can find. Come home and take a bath, shave you underarms and the rest, then put your new panties on to show me," said Bobby without hesitation.

"Shave my legs as well?" asked his mother.

"Yes, and the rest," said Bobby watching his mother.

"The rest of what?" Ruth asked, but before her son could reply it dawned on her. 

"Oh," she said, "and the rest -- really, you would like that?" Ruth could not believe she was asking her son this.

"Yes mum, shave your pussy," Bobby said very deliberately. 

There it was out, he thought, but how would his mother react, had he gone too far?

"My pussy," asked his mother with a slight grin, she was not offended at all, but some what pleased her son thought so much of her sex -- her pussy.

"Yes, that's the common name now-a-days," replied Bobby, thrilled at how his mother had taken it. 

With that Ruth let her dress go, turned and walked into her bedroom to retrieve her purse and car-keys.

"Be back before you know it," she called to her son, and with that she left the house. 

Bobby was apprehensive that his mother would now have second thoughts and waited a nervous hour while she was away, but he needn't have worried as Ruth was now totally caught up with the whole change to her relationship with her son.

When Ruth returned Bobby was watching TV in the lounge room, sitting on a couch. Ruth came through the front door a different woman, she was smiling, happy and a little light headed from her many purchases.

"Just wait there," she told her son. "I will bathe; then there will be a fashion parade," Ruth promised her son. 

Again Bobby waited a nervous 30 minutes when he heard his mother go from the bathroom to her bedroom, a few minutes later she called out to him, "Ready."

"Yeah," was her son's only reply, and Bobby could feel his dick was rock hard already and he hadn't seen or done a thing yet. 

Ruth walked into the lounge and Bobby turned the TV off, he wanted his full attention on his mother. Ruth strode unhesitatingly up to her son; she was wearing a light floral skirt with a blouse -- no pantyhose. Ruth stopped very close in front of her son and slowly lifted her skirt to show her new brief, see through panties to her son. Bobby was stunned and he gasped loudly. He could just see his mother's pussy through her panties and he liked what he saw so far, and she was clean shaven. He could definitely see that his mother's shaved pussy was bulging in her new panties, and she was beautiful.

"What do you think," asked Ruth of her son in a husky voice, which told Bobby his mother was enjoying this too.

"Well, how do you feel?" he asked her in return.

"Really nice," she said. 

Bobby reached out his hand and with the tips of his fingers rubbed his mother's pussy through her panties, and a thrill went through her body and she shivered. Ruth, to her surprise really liked her son caressing her pussy. She knew what society would say, but she was more then prepared to go many more steps with her son, no matter what others might think. Then she had an epiphany; Bobby was her man and she was his woman, and she had never been so sure of anything in her life. Her mind was clear, and she knew this was the right thing for them.

"How do you like the way your pussy looks," he asked his mother.

"Fantastic and it feels sooo nice," Ruth replied enthusiastically, "but how do you like it," she asked expectantly, Ruth found herself hoping that her son liked the look of her pussy, it was now very important to her.

"I can't help but stare at your pussy and boy do I want to touch you," Bobby answered his mother, while not taking his eyes from her panties and continuing to gently rub her pussy. 

Ruth just loved the way her son touched her pussy and had to tell him.

"I love the way you're touching my pussy, and you can touch me as often as you like and I mean it," Ruth gave her son permission. 

Bobby now ran his hand down the length of his mother's pussy over her panties and he could feel and see she was wet. He ran his hand up and down her pussy time and time again, and Ruth spread her legs a little to accommodate her son's hand on her. After about a minute of rubbing his mother's pussy, he reached both his hands to her hips and slowly pulled his mother's panties down to reveal her big, plump pussy. Bobby pulled her panties all the way to the floor, and then he helped her step out of them.

Ruth had wanted with all her heart for her son to pull her panties down and look at her naked, shaven pussy, and she was thrilled as he did it, 'such a lovely moment between mother and son', she thought. Ruth really hoped her son liked the look of her pussy, it seemed very important to her and for some reason she knew it always would.

"Do you like the look of my pussy, my darling boy?" Ruth asked expectantly.

"It's absolutely gorgeous, so big and plump, everything I ever loved in a woman's pussy. Such beautiful full pussy lips, and so beautifully big," Bobby commentated on what he saw as way of answering his mother.

"Not too big is it," Ruth asked concerned. "Oh no, I love big, it's beautiful," Bobby replied earnestly, and he lent forward and began to lick his mother's pussy lips and then her clit. 

It was everything Ruth had hoped it would be, and she wanted him to do it over and over again, as often as possible. Her son continued to lick her pussy until she started to buckle under the pleasure. So Bobby maneuvered her onto the couch, where he continued to lick her pussy lips and clip, and Ruth began to climax properly for the first time in her life. His mother's hips bucked as she climaxed, and Bobby increased the speed of his licking and concentrated on her clit alone. As Ruth groaned, bucked and tried to catch her breath as her first orgasm possessed her whole body, and her son gently pushed a finger between her large pussy lips and wiggled it at the entrance of her love tunnel. 

Just when his mother thought her orgasm was about to subside, Bobby's finger moved through her the entrance to her love tunnel to her G spot, and the pressure he exerted there threw her into the throes of another. Ruth had read of multiple orgasms, but had suspected it was all boast and no substance. Just as his mother gave herself over to a second orgasm, Bobby slid his finger all the way into her love tunnel and she flooded his hand with her cum. He pulled his finger back to her G spot and began to rotate, trying to remember what Daniel had told them of how to please women.

The rotating of her son's finger in her brought Ruth to a level of pleasure she never though existed. Her pleasure throes were growing stronger as her body bucked, and Bobby found he had a hard time holding on to his mother. Without warning, Bobby slid two fingers of his right hand between his mother's large pussy lips and started his quick rotate again inside her love tunnel. This was enough to bring Ruth's second orgasm to its peak, which she held for about 30 seconds and then she slowly came down, and Bobby stopped his fingers rotation in her and withdrew them covered in her cum, as was his hand. 

Ruth was spent, but in love with her son like she never thought she would be, and she cuddled him to her on the couch, naked from the waist down with her pussy exposed for her son to look at to his hearts content. Ruth nodded to her pussy and Bobby took the hint -- it was his turn. Without a second invitation he pulled his trousers and boxers down around his ankles. Now it was Ruth's turn to stare, and although she had never been partial to a man's penis, she found Bobby different. She reached out and grasped his rock hard dick gently, and began to jack him. Bobby just stood there and enjoyed the pleasure, but he knew he would cum fairly soon and took his mother's hand away.

Ruth understood her son's actions and spread her legs for him to enter her. Bobby was between her legs in a flash, and she felt his dick pushing against her pussy lips which had closed again. Ruth opened her pussy to her son, and Bobby didn't disappoint as he slid his dick into his mother. Both sighed as if they had been starving and had just taken their first mouthful of food. It just felt so right for both of them. Bobby thrust slowly into his mother's love tunnel, to ensure he plumbed her depths -- and he did. 

Ruth couldn't believe how fantastic her son's dick pushing against her cervix, as he filled her completely. Another orgasm was quickly racing through her body, and Bobby could feel his own orgasm about to explode. And explode it did, as he shot his cum into his mother and that was enough to send Ruth to the peak of her third orgasm and she literally screamed as he son made unintelligible noises. They both went rigid and then collapsed. 

Bobby rolled of his mother onto the floor. He smiled; mission accomplished, while Ruth smiled knowing she had at last found her man, her lover, her everything. Then she had a lazy thought. Wasn't she going to take one step at a time, little steps at that, and didn't she tell herself that her son wouldn't carry this through? Ruth smiled, so glad there were no little steps one after the other, and her son had been truly focused for once in his life. He had focused on her, and how beautiful it was. Ruth just smiled.



The Clan Ch. 09



Chapter 9 - Daniel

Daniel stood with Bobby and waited for his mum. Like Bobby, Benny and Jeremy, he had decided to use Jeremy's Plan B. Therefore Daniel was going to wait until he had been at uni for a week, before attempting to seduce his mother. As he stood with Bobby part of him wished he had decided on Plan A, so he wouldn't have to wait that long. 'Oh well', he thought, 'the decision has been made'. He smiled as he saw his mum's car come into view. Of all the boys of The Clan, he had no doubt his mother had been giving him the signals for some time now. Maybe that's why he decided on Plan B, because there was an element of 'the chase' involved. Whereas, if he were to just follow his mother's signals, where as the thrill of the hunt? Besides, Plan A placed his mother as the initiator, and he wanted that role, so Plan B it was. Therefore, Daniel's story like Jeremy and Benny before him begins some weeks after the end of camp.

When Daniel got home from uni his mother Julia was home as usual. Daniel and his mates had decided that Bobby's mother would prove the most difficult to seduce and Daniel's the easiest, which excited Daniel no end because he had fantasized about his mother for years. Julia was considered by all of his mates as the sexiest woman around, and he certainly thought so. As he walked through the back door to the house as usual, Julia called out to him to see how his day had been. Daniel had decided to be straight forward with his mother; he had a plan.

"I had a good day, what about yourself, what did you do?" Daniel asked his mother.

"I spent the whole day at home, doing housework, you know tidying your room," Julia answered her son with a grin and he walked into the kitchen. 

Julia was wearing her tight, light weight leggings and a tee-shirt -- not the long type that would have covered her whole pelvic area and Daniel marveled at his mother's sexy body.

"I hope you didn't find those magazines," he said in mock alarm.

"What magazines?" Julia asked her son with real suspicion. 'Well,' thought Daniel, 'it's now or never'.

"The ones with all the naked women in them who look like you," Daniel replied with a smile of confident he didn't feel inside. 

He watched his mother intently for her reaction. Initially, Julia was a little shocked at her 18 year old son, but then flattered he thought this way about her. Julia felt her daring side rising within her.

"So they look like me do they, these naked women?" Julia asked her son.

"Yeah," her son answered, pleased at her response, she hadn't told him off at least.

"And how do you know they look like me?" Julia asked her son. 

Daniel thought his mother would ask him this and he had rehearsed his answer, as much hung on it.

"I can imagine can't I?" he asked his mother. Quick as a flash Julia came back with,

"Imagine what?"

"What you look like naked," Daniel answered his mother. Julia studied her son for a few seconds and then asked,

"And what do you think I look like naked?" she waited for his response. 

Daniel paused for a couple of seconds in an attempt not to seem too rehearsed.

"Beautiful, gorgeous," was his reply, "or do you want details?"

"Of course I want details. Let's see how accurate you are," Julia told him as she cocked her eyebrow at her son, and Daniel wondered if he had gone too far, but it was too late to back out now.

"Ok, details," he answered boldly.

"This should be good, what are my naked details?" Julia fired back, but there was a definite glint in her eye.

"Are you upset with me?" Daniel asked because he thought his mother was getting angry, and that could be very unpleasant.

"Maybe... why?" Julia wasn't sure what she felt, but there was some something rising within her and she wasn't sure what it was yet.

"Well some of the guys at camp were saying what great relationships they have with their mums, you know the ones like me -- no dads," Daniel fell back onto the agreed strategy of the four mates.

"And?" asked his mother, wondering where this was going now.

"Well, I don't know, I thought you and me had a really good relationship, but they seem to think they have a better relationship with their mums... you know special. I want a relationship with you like they have with their mums." 

Daniel decided to let his mother think this over and said no more, but watched her expression. 

Julia thought about what her son had just said. What type of relationship were his friends talking about? Could it be possible that these women she knew had that type of secret relationship with their sons, and it led her to wonder about her and Daniel? After some time thinking on this Julia asked her son with a more friendly tone,

"Do you think your friends have a special relationship with their mums?"

"They certainly made out as though they do, and they just grinned at each other like they were sharing some special secret," Daniel continued the agreed line.

"Really," replied his mother noncommittally.

"Yeah, and I felt, I don't know, that maybe, well ..."

"Spit it out Daniel," Julia encouraged her son, "what did you think?"

"I love you and I felt like my mates have something more then we do, and I just want us to be real close because I need you," Daniel blurted out in all honesty.

"So what does this have to do with the naked women in your magazines and me?" his mother asked in a more even voice connecting the dots. 

Daniel thought he would come clean with his mother, at least to a degree. He gave his mother his best pensive look.

"I've imagined you naked for some time now and it excites me, you're so beautiful and so cute, I can't help it," Daniel's words tumbled out, nearly stumbling over each other. 

Then he waited for his mother's response, whatever it was.

"What did you imagine?" his mother asked him, curious as to how her son saw her; she was interested in what he had pictured -- not angry or disgusted, but very curious.

"Ok, here it is then," Daniel began, "your tits are beautiful with nipples just the right size as I see nipples," he held up his had with a gap between forefinger and thumb of about an inch, "they respond to being touched lightly." 

Daniel watched his mother's face for her reaction, and he could see that her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks reddened just a little. This gave Daniel confidence to be more graphic with his mother, because he saw the signs of excitement on her face. Julia knew she was becoming excited and acknowledged it to herself, but wondered at how her 18 year old son could have such an effect on her --she liked it and hoped he would go further in his description.

"Your tummy is lovely, not quite perfectly flat, thanks to me, but that only enhances your beauty. Then as my eyes follow down your tummy," Daniel paused for effect and to read his mother's reaction. 

Julia's breathing had increased in speed, but not from anger, but from excitement, her son could see it and Julia was savoring the feeling. She heard herself ask,

"Down my tummy to what?" 

Daniels' voice caught slightly in his throat from excitement as he was about to speak.

"Down to your magnificent pussy," he said rather bluntly.

"And what do you imagine," Julia asked her son, now mesmerized by his words of her nakedness.

"I imagine that your pussy, my mother's pussy is clean shaven with a pair of beautiful outer lips and at the top of them a clit that wants to be licked." Daniel watched his mother more intently now, and he could see her excitement only increase. 

Julia looked at her son and thought that she had no idea her 18 year old son had imagined her in such detail, and she realized she liked him talking to her this way.

"Well," said Daniel, "how accurate am I?" he asked.

"Ooh, big question isn't it," his mother replied, not knowing what else to say.

"Well," Daniel asked again, "I've put it all out there, now what about you?" he asked. 

His heart was in his mouth racing, as he felt a cold sweat beginning to rise. Julia thought for a moment and said,

"Pretty accurate."

"Which part," Daniel ventured. 

How his mother felt aroused enough to tell her son, and she was so proud of how honest he had been with her,

"All of it, but especially my pussy," Julia surprised herself that she was now so blunt with him.

"Wow!" was all Daniel could say. 

He knew this was a pivotal moment for his mother and himself. They just looked at each other for a few seconds and then Daniel heard himself ask,

"I've often fantasized how gorgeous you'd look in your little panties. Will you show me how you look?"

"Come and have a look for yourself," Julia answered without hesitation. 

She wanted her son to pull down her tight leggings and look at her panties; she suddenly felt a thrill go through her body at the thought of it. Julia moved forward to stand directly in front of Daniel and waited for him to expose her panties for himself.

Daniel couldn't believe his good fortune. He reached out both hands and caressed his mother's hips, gripped the sides of her leggings, but before pulling them down fixed his eyes on her crotch, as her leggings were very tight and he could see to a fair degree, the shape of his mother's pussy through them. Daniel slowly pulled his mother's leggings down, slowly exposing her tummy and then the top of her panties. He kept pulling slowly to reveal little by little, his mother's panties in full. They were skin coloured, very small and hugged her pussy, just the way he had always imagined. Every contour of Julia's pussy could be seen through the thin material. Her pussy was clean shaven and although the lips were not very long her pussy was puffy and full, but he couldn't see her clit at the top of her pussy lips. 

"Do you like what you see," Julia asked her son in a husky voice as he stared at her panties. 

She wanted her son to look at her, knowing he could see the shape of her pussy. Julia loved tight fitting panties, and she liked the way her pussy felt in them. She was quite overwhelmed by her reaction to her son's attentions, and although she knew society said it was wrong, she had always done her own thing. No! This somehow felt right. Julia could feel she was wet, wet for her son -- 'could it be?' she thought. 

For all her heightened sexuality, Julia had been without a man since Daniel's father walked out on them just over 13 years ago; she felt that men were not to be trusted. Yet, she had always felt that she could trust her son, with all her secrets and, but what of all her desires? She had many. They had been so tight as mother and son, and he had always been there for her. Yet, would Daniel go along with her fantasies, did he have his own? Obviously this was one of them, so maybe they could share each others.

"I love what I see, are you kidding? I've dreamed of this for so long, and you are so beautiful," Daniel replied. 

"Can I pull your panties down mum," he asked looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"Daniel I'd love you to pull mummy's panties down, I want you to look at my pussy, I'd really like that," Julia replied encouragingly and felt herself become even wetter, and she realized with a degree of honesty that she too had dreamt of her son taking her cloths off and ogling her body -- especially her pussy. 

She now wanted to hear Daniel 'oh' and 'ah' over her pussy. She wanted him to peek looks at her, especially up her dress or skirt. Julia was suddenly excited by the new sexual possibilities with him. She watched her son slowly pull her panties down, and the electric thrill that ran through her only confirmed her earlier decision to be with her own son.

With her panties around her legs, just below her pussy, Julia watched her son lovingly as he stared at his mother's pussy.

"You know what society would say about this, not to mention the neighbours?" Julia asked her son.

"I don't care if they think I shouldn't look at your pussy, so I'm going to run my fingers up and down you now." With that, Daniel did exactly that and his mother was so glad he did, as she had been wanting him to, and she suspected she wanted more. It felt so good for both of them.

"That's it touch mummy's pussy. Ooo yeah, up and down my pussy lips just like that," Julia had been trying to look after herself, since long before her husband had walked out on them, with varying success, or so she told herself. 

She used either her hand or a vibrator. Yet, this was just so much better. Julia reached down to her son's hand as he caressed her pussy lips and gently guided him. She guided for pressure, pace, where and when to touch. Daniel was only too eager to learn from his mother, and he allowed her to guide his movements up and down her pussy lips, and then guide his fingers to the outer parts of her pussy as well.

"That's it baby, touch mummy's pussy. Mummy loves you and the way you touch her. Always touch mummy won't you my darling son." 

"Always mum, always." 

Julia surprised even herself when she had said those words; what had gotten into her? She didn't know, but she liked it -- it just felt so right. Daniel kept gently caressing her pussy and Julia allowed him to continue solo. He began to increase the pressure and pace of his fingers, moving to her clit; for her part Julia reached out and pulled over a chair sitting slowly; not wanting to interrupt what her son was doing to her. 

As any good gentleman, Daniel had taken his mother's little panties and leggings all the way off. Now Julia sat back in the chair with her hips forward and her legs spread wide for her son. Daniel had increased the speed of his fingers on Julia's clit to a level that brought his mother to the point of climax. It had been so long -- if ever, and Julia climaxed more quickly then she thought she would. 

Although it wasn't the earth shattering experience the women's magazines speak of, it was 'yummy' and satisfying all the same. Slumped in the kitchen chair, Julia stared at her son with love and sexual longing. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. His mother had actually squirted when she came, all over his hand. He knew she was his for sure now.

"Well, you are a quick learner, but what else can you do?" his mother asked. 

Much to her surprise, Daniel pulled his shorts and boxers down to reveal his 6 inch dick, rock hard and wanting his mother's pussy. Julia looked longingly at her son's dick, as he gripped it and guided it to her pussy. Daniel completely understood his mother's question needing no further invitation, and with confidence he rubbed the head of his dick up and down Julia's pussy lips. So wet was his mother that his dick slid up and down easily on her pussy.

"Don't tease you bad boy, just fuck your mother." 

With that, Julia took hold of her son's dick for the first time in years, and pulled him into her waiting pussy. She then allowed Daniel to guide the head of his dick deeper into her, as her pussy easily swallowed his dick. Without much ceremony, Daniel pushed the full length of his dick all the way into his mother. Julia watched and began to pant and groan.

"Oh Daniel, baby, you feel so good in mummy's pussy. Do you like it baby?" she asked her son without looking up from watching him, as he rhythmically thrust slowly in and out of her pussy. 

A beautiful sight she thought, but felt Daniel was building to his climax. Although she knew he wouldn't bring her to another orgasm, she also knew that there would be many, many years ahead were her son would make her cum time and again.

Daniel blew his load into his mother, not even worrying if she wanted him to cum inside her or not. For both the experience was a little anticlimactic, but with the knowledge Julia had of such matters, she took her son in her arms and whispered,

"It's our start, the first, and I will teach you how to please me as I please you. I want you Daniel as much as I know you want me. So don't worry, you will have me climbing the walls by tomorrow," she assured him. 

Daniel had tears in his eyes convinced he had failed his mother, because she had not reached another orgasm, thinking he had blown his one and only chance of seducing her. However, her words went a long way to dispel these thoughts. 

Daniel disengaged himself from his mother's arm, and feeling inadequate he hung his head and went to his room where he cleaned up. Minutes later after she had also cleaned up, Julia walked into her son's room and sat next to her son on his bed.

"Daniel, I'm not dissatisfied, you just need practice, and I will be patient with you. All men need their women to teach them what they need. We're all different, and so we need different things. You're young and inexperienced, but that can be fixed. Now stop beating up on yourself." 

She kissed him softly on the lips, and Daniel had heard her love and commitment to him in her words. He took heart from what she had said. He looked down and realized for the first time she was wearing just her panties and no leggings, showing her pussy contours and Daniel felt himself hardening. Julia noticed too. Within seconds he was once again inside his mother's pussy, as she lay on his bed and he was between her thighs pumping hard and fast. 

Now Julia could feel herself being stimulated as she had not felt since Daniel's father. Her son concentrated on doing the best job he could. Julia found herself taking hold of him and drawing him to her chest, but he kept up his pace and he could feel her body respond. Julia wrapped her legs around her son as she felt an old but wonderful feeling wash through her body. Daniel was bringing her to an orgasm with his dick, one of those very warm and satisfying ones again. 

As Julia prepared for the ultimate pleasure, part of her mind acknowledged her son's devotion to his task -- to please her with no thought of himself. Julia had never loved her son more then she did at the moment her orgasm rocked her, and once again her pussy squirted her cum, but this time all over her son's dick which was deep inside her hungry pussy. Julia held her son tightly to her. 

Daniel was her man now, come hell or high water. Julia had always been Daniel's girl, but now he felt complete. Unbeknown to him, Daniel had awaked something in his mother that had never awaken before, not even with his father. It was something Julia had felt from time to time over the years, but as it had never awoken completely she had dismissed its few distant rumblings. However, as Daniel rolled off Julia and they bathed in their after glow, she felt the rumbling begin and this time it rolled throughout her mind and body. 

As it gripped her, Julia rolled to her son and he instinctively held her, as she sought him. Daniel could feel his mother shake in his arms. Julia looked into her son's eyes, and he saw the hunger that had been awoken and his own eyes lit up with a hunger of his own, just as powerful, just as deep. They seemed to fly at each other with kisses to begin with; wild, passionate kisses, as if starving for each other. Then when this was no longer enough, Daniel was there for his mother; rock hard and eager.

Daniel slammed his dick into his mother's pussy and they both gave voice to their need, and the pleasure they found in each other. He rammed into her with everything he had, and she thrust back with equal force. Daniel was fucking his mother with absolute abandonment now, and she loved it. She screamed her encouragement to her son, but he needed no encouragement, he was flying on auto-pilot.

"Oh Daniel, Daniel, yeah baby, fuck me hard, come on fuck me hard. That's it, hard." Julia was tossing her head from side to side and her hair flicked Daniel in the face, but there was no deterring him. Faster, harder and deeper he went into his mother's pussy. The sounds of their raw love making was a mixture of groans of pure pleasure, with grunts of effort and that highly erotic sucking sound of dick flying in and out of a very, very, wet pussy.




The Clan Ch. 10



Chapter 10 - Sean

Sean was another who used Plan A, believing his mother was very open to a more direct approach then Plan B. In fact Sean thought Plan B was too sneaky and would be disrespectful of his mother if he employed it. Sean knew his mother very well, probably better then any of the other young men knew their mothers. Karen talked to her son about everything, like a woman would with her closest girlfriend. She had done so since his birth; as Sean's father had disappeared once Karen told him she was expecting a child. From the moment he was born, Karen spoke to Sean in this manner, and as he grew he slowly understood the things she talked about. 

This had the effect of binding mother and son very close together. As a toddler he would sit on Karen's lap and they would talk, as Sean played with her many necklaces. Sean did this eight, and becoming a little too heavy to sit on his mother's lap, he sat on the arm of her chair as they watched TV and chatted.

This became the norm, until one day Karen changed it all -- the day before Sean left for that camp. When Sean sat next to his mother on the arm of her chair to watch the TV and talk, he could see she wasn't wearing her bra and most of her buttons were undone. Although Karen's shirt still covered the most interesting parts of her breasts, Sean was intrigued. 

Karen had been thinking for days about her Sean going to camp for the next two weeks, and as she dressed she deliberately left her bra in the draw. Karen knew this was a very strange thing to do, and she knew what it could signal to her son, but chose to ignore those thoughts telling herself, 'that was not her intension.' So as Sean looked at his mother's breasts were her shirt hung open, but he hesitated to take up her invitation. Karen was a little disappointed, and as Sean travelled to camp he though he may have missed on opportunity that would never come his way again.

However, once Sean was going home after camp as Jeremy's words still ringing in his ears, Karen asked how camp was and Sean asked,

"Can we talk about this like we did the day before I left for camp?"

Karen knew exactly what her son was asking; he wanted his mother to be unbuttoned and without her bra when they talked. A very strange and yet compelling sensation ran through Karen's body, and she felt a little warm.

"Yeah sure," Karen replied. 

As she said this, the strange sensation she was felting began to heighten and she found herself wanting to hear her son's tale of camp as soon as possible. As Karen had dressed to pick her Sean up from camp she had chosen her clothing very specifically, and her bra once again was left in the draw. She thought quickly as they drove out of the camp grounds, down the dirt road to the main road, and by the time Karen turned into the main road she knew what she was going to do.

"Well I can't wait to hear what you got up to over the last two weeks, I missed you so much," Karen told her Sean and he smiled to himself and thought that 

Jeremy may have been right.

"I missed you too mum, terribly," Sean told his mother with as much feeling as he could muster. 

The no bra of the day before he left for camp he now recognised as his mother's first sexual signal to him.

"Well there's a little 'pull-in' area just up ahead we can stop there and have a chat, how's that?" Karen asked her Sean hopefully.

"A chat like the day before I left?" Sean asked.

"Yes, like the day before you left for camp," Karen confirmed and glanced at her son. 

Sean decided to push the issue.

"With you not wearing a bra?" he asked plainly, and he saw his mother blush. 

However, Karen was not blushing, she had become very aroused at her son's question -- it was so direct.

"Yeah, I'm not wearing a bra," she told Sean and he could hear the change in his mother's voice. 

Neither mother nor son said a word as Karen drove the few kilometres to where she knew the 'pull-in' was on their side of the road; she had seen it each year Sean had gone to camp. As they approached the 'pull-in' Karen asked her Sean,

"Do you like it when I don't wear a bra?" 

It took Karen a great deal of courage to ask that question of her son.

"Well yeah, most guys like it when their girls don't wear a bra, and the day I left for camp I didn't do anything about it, but today I am."

Karen was stunned on two accounts. Firstly, her Sean had called her 'his girl'. Secondly, he was going to do something about her not wearing a bra. She was so aroused she could feel her pussy juices seeping as she drove into the 'pull-in'. Karen drove to the back of the roadside stop with the front of the car facing the bush, and away from the road. She turned the car off.

"Let's sit in the back," Sean suggested and Karen felt like she was on a first date in her teen years again. Without discussion mother and son got out of the front of the car and into the back seat and sat as they always did -- leaning against each other. As if in a trance Karen waited for her son, her excitement nearly beyond endurance. She felt Sean's hand go to her shirt and carefully undo her buttons, and she felt the air on the bare skin of her chest. 

Sean began to tell her about this year's camp. They stared into each other's eyes as he undid the last of her buttons, and Karen felt an urgent desire for her son to touch her breasts. Her shirt hung open slightly, because both sides were supported by her breasts and obscured them as they did. However, as if to relieve his mother of her urgent desire, Sean reached into his mother's shirt and cupped her large breast in his hand and squeezed gently at first, feeling her soft spongy flesh -- all the while they continued to stare into each other's eyes and both saw the desire in the other, all the while Sean talked.

"Pull down your jeans," Karen commanded her son and as quickly as possible Sean complied although his hand had to come out of her shirt, and his mother dropped to the floor of the back seat. Karen reached into her son's boxers and he nearly came as she gripped his dick, pull it out of his boxers and wrapped her mouth around it. 

As his mother sucked his dick Sean raced to his climax, and tried to pull out of his mother's mouth, but she held him there and waited with excited expectation for her Sean to cum in her mouth -- something she had fantasised about for a few years now. Sean waisted no time and he felt himself explode into his mother's mouth, and Karen not only swallowed as he did, but she continued to suck increasing the length of his orgasm. 

When he had finally finished thrashing about, Sean was spent and Karen smiled at her Sean, knowing he would be good to go again long before they reached home. Sean stared down at his mother and she smiled up at him. After a few minutes Sean replaced his jeans and mother and son resumed their seats and their journey home. Once home the real fun began.

Karen pulled the car into the driveway and helped her Sean with his bags, and as he dumped them in his room Karen went and showered in her en suit, while Sean did the same in the main bathroom. Sean was first out and waited in the lounge room for his mother; Karen walked into the lounge room about ten or so minutes later swinging her car keys around her middle finger of her right hand. She was wearing a short cotton skirt and her light cotton shirt, and as the night was warm, she didn't need anything else.

"Let's go," Karen told her son and Sean's quizzical look brought a little laugh from his mother, but he followed her out of the car. Once inside the car Karen smiled and winked at her son and drove out of the driveway, onto the street and into the night. 

Sean remained silent, left to his own thoughts wondering what his mother was up to, but still very excited. Karen drove to a local reserve which is quite big, and turning into the car park she turned the main headlights off and crawled to the far end of the car park. She turned off all the lights and the engine, turned to her son and said,

"I though you might like to go parking with me. I'm all yours." 

Sean could see his mother's smile even in the half light. His mind raced, but he knew just what he wanted to do.

"Hop out for a second," he told his mother and they both got out of the car and shut their doors. 

Sean walked around to his mother, spun her around and placed her hands on the roof of the car, and then he tapped her legs apart. Karen thought her son was going to search her intimately, but no. Sean went to work immediately. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh straight to her panties - a tiny pair, and he ripped them off. Karen was instantly aroused. 

Sean groped roughly at her pussy. This was the first time son had touched mother's pussy, and both felt the surge of arousal in their bodies. Sean felt a thick lipped pussy with short pubic hair on her mound, but no hair on her pussy lips and she was so wet it was slowly running down her inner thighs. In a threatening voice Sean asked,

"Do you like that mum, hey, do you like your son groping your pussy?" and the way he was kneading her pussy lips was hard, but to her great surprise she loved it. 

Now Sean groped each cheek of her ass, grabbing a handful of flesh and pulling on it. Again Karen was surprised at how good this felt and she answered how she thought she should.

"No I don't like it, you shouldn't treat your mother like this, you're so bad, so bad," and her words were punctuated with moans and groans, as her body began to writhe with pleasure. 

Sean placed his face close to her ear and whispered,

"Oooh, you know how long I've wanted to feel your ass and finger your pussy?" and as he asked his mother this, his fingers were on her pussy once again.

"Stop it you dirty boy, leave me alone, you filthy boy," Karen hissed at her son as she thrust her ass at him, and Sean slide two fingers into her very wet pussy, and Karen groaned loudly and gutturally as she felt her son's fingers push deep inside her pussy. Her pussy was flooding his hand. "I've got my fingers in your pussy mum, and oh you feel so good," and Sean pushed his mother's back down and away from him so she was bent right over, as his fingers thrust roughly in and out of her pussy, and rotated around inside her. 

"You dirty boy, stop touching your mother's pussy. Oh stop it," Karen groaned back at her son writhing in pleasure. 

Sean's fingers found her G spot, and Karen nearly climaxed there and then, she was so turned on.

Sean dropped his jeans and boxers releasing his rock hard dick, and he pulled his fingers out and hammered his dick into his mother's pussy. The combination of the rough treatment, the words they had exchanged and knowing it was her own son's dick in her pussy drove Karen to climax. 

Sean grabbed a handful of his mother's hair, but not too roughly as he pumped hard into her, and as he did he grunted loudly. Karen loved what Sean was doing to her; sex had never been better. As he pumped his mother in the dark car park, Sean promised himself that before the night was over, he would see his mother naked in full light. 

Sean pumped and pumped his mother for longer then he believed he could; it was just so fantastic, be was still mentally pinching himself. Karen couldn't believe how well her Sean was fucking her, because she knew it was the best she had ever had as he brought her to another climax. Where had he learnt this, and who had he learnt from. She must remember to ask him later, but right now she had some good fucking to enjoy, and enjoy she did. 

Sean felt his climax about to rip through him and he thrust as deeply as he could into his mother's body. Karen wanted nothing more at that moment then to feel her son shoot his cum into her love tunnel. Sean shot his cum into his mother as she too climaxed for the last time, both making the strangest of sounds. Together mother and son climaxed for each other in a crazy dance, as their bodies writhing together, as if neither knew the dance steps. 

Sean stood on wobbly legs and didn't think anything could ever top that. Karen was panting with her head resting on her arms on the roof of the car. Slowly Sean pulled his boxers and then jeans up. Karen stood up straight and straightened her dress, not even bothering to look for her panties. She felt her son's cum oozing out from between her pussy lips, smiled and squatted down forcing all his cum out of her pussy. 

Once finished, mother and son both breathless and more then a little shell shocked, got into the car and drove home in silence. Both knowing what they had done and not caring who thought what of them. Sean gave Jeremy a silent 'thank-you'. Karen was so pleased, she was just thankful she had taken that first step the day her Sean went to camp, and thankful her son had the courage to pursue her first move with one of his own. 

As she drove home, her Sean had his hand up her skirt, softly caressing her pussy which was already wanting more. Karen liked her Sean's roughness, but was looking forward to some gentle, slow love making very soon -- tonight she hoped. 

If her Sean could do that for her, the rough and the smooth, her most compelling fantasy would have come true. Rough and soft sex with her Sean had dominated her sexual thoughts for a few years now. By the time the sun rose the next morning, her Sean would have not only fulfilled her fantasy, but helped her on the way for a myriad of fantasies she never dreamed were possible.



The Clan Ch. 11



Chapter 11 - Bri

Bri, like the other guys watched his mum pull into the camp car park and a warm feeling washed over him. It wasn't because he was a 'mummy's boy', but he loved her company. The only person, who understood him, even understood his strange and even weird places. His mother never questioned or judged his thoughts, and he shared all his thoughts with her. 

They spoke in double meanings and provocative language, to get a rise out of the other; to see who would blink first in their game of personal chicken. It was 'personal chicken' because they would skirt around very personal or sensitive issues. 

Bri had missed his mother these last two weeks more so then ever before, because he couldn't speak with the guys like this. Some of them understood, like Jeremy, but it wasn't the same. He and his mother knew the rules, knew the each other's buttons to push.

As Tracy pulled into the camp car park she could see her Bri, or Bri as she liked to call him and she was the only one he allowed call him that. As she had driven to the camp, the realization of just how much she had missed Bri had hit her quite hard. She too loved his company, and not just because he was the only one she had. But also, because he was like her; he thought like she did. 

She too had been considered weird by her peers as a teenager, and she had always found it hard to make friends. Yet, in her 18 year old son, she found someone who was more then a 'like mind', she believed he was her soul mate. She thought about this driving the few hours to camp, and tears rolled down her face, because one day her Bri would find a girl and move away. 

Tracy would be alone. How much did she want her Bri to stay with her? More than life itself! There he was, waiting for her and her heart raced, as his did when he first saw her car.

Bri threw his bags onto the back seat.

"Hey mum, fancy seeing you here." 

He started, and her who body warmed to her young son.

"Well I was just passing and thought I would pick up some young play thing." 

Now it was Bri's turn to feel that warm feeling born of the familiar, and the arousing path his mother had chosen to go.

"I doubt you'd now where to start to play with a young thing like me," Bri countered as he buckled up, and he saw his mother smile. It was on!

"If I started on you, you'd freak at what I could do." 

Tracy was aroused by her son's willingness to push their normal bounds, and she wanted to go with him.

"Yeah you're probably right there," he sounded exacerbated. 

Tracy frowned, thinking Bri had given up already, just when it was getting interesting.

"Yeah, I probably would freak with whatever you've got, it's probably very ugly and nasty." 

Bri deliberately said this looking out of his window at the scenery whipping by. He heard an audible gasp from his mother, meaning in their game he had scored a point -- a very rare thing for either of them.

"Ugly and nasty?" Tracy questioned her son in surprise.

"You think so too do you; well that confirms my worst suspicions." 

Bri had responded so quickly, he drew another gasp from Tracy. She had to think quickly, Bri was running away with this.

"Well at least they won't call me 'pee wee' at uni." 

She thought that would enflame him into a rash come back, but Bri was in command.

"Na, they just called you 'ugly and nasty', where my mates call he 'Mr Perfect'." 

He had had many hours to think what to say, how to counter and things were working out well. Again, another gasp from Tracy, and this time Bri turned to look at her to increase the pressure on his mother.

"'Mr. Perfect?' Oh give me a break, not with your pee wee. Tell me, are you the one guy who walks around with a towel around him all the time in the change rooms on camp, worried that the guys will laugh at you?" 

Without hesitation Bri responded,

"No towel, but they do laugh." 

He waited deliberately for her to think she had a point.

"Because you're so small?" she shot a look at her son and grinned.

"No, they laugh because they want to know how 'Mr. Perfect' could have come from 'ugly and nasty'." 

He stared at Tracy as her face reddened -- another point to her son.

"Well maybe you were adopted," was the only thing she could think of, hoping to attack him at their wonderful relationship.

"Yeah, that's what the guys think because... well because they reckon 'ugly and nasty' probably never had any." 

Tracy's eyes flew open, as did her mouth and she was speechless. Time for the piece de résistance, thought Bri before his mother had time to recover and the game degenerated into ugly accusations.

"But I told the guys that I wasn't adopted, and that you were the hottest woman I know, and that you love me too much to not be my real mum." 

It had the effect Bri was hoping for.

Tracy's eyes filled with tears, and she had to wipe them to see the road. She shot a quick look at her son to see the deep love he had for her in his eyes and etched all over his face. She smiled weakly at him, and then looked back at the road.

"Anyway mum, trust me I'm not a pee wee. I'm average I guess." 

He had no idea why he told her that, and Tracy blushed at son's bold admission.

"And I dare say you look far from 'ugly and nasty'." 

Bri left that last comment hang in the air.

"In fact I bet you're actually, 'beautiful and desirable," he left that hang too. 

Mother and son travelled in silence for some time. Bri was having second thoughts about his 'brilliant strategy', thinking he had gone too far and upset his mum. Finally Tracy broke the silence. Her voice could be just heard above the sounds of the car and the road.

"I don't think I'm 'ugly and nasty', but it's been some time." 

Bri could see by her expression, a sort of distant and whimsical look that Tracy was remember a better time.

"I also think you're 'Mr. Perfect'," she added in the same quiet voice.

"Always for you mum, always," Bri let her know he had heard and also where he stood, and his mother smiled, all tears gone. 

The rest of the trip was once again travelled in silence, which was very unusual for these two. When they arrived home, both were worn out physically and mentally. They said their good-nights and went to their respective bathrooms, showered, changed for bed and slept long and deep. Yet, Bri had seen his opportunity with his mother, so he would begin again the next day, first thing.

When Bri walked into the kitchen the next morning for breakfast, Tracy was already getting the different cereals out he liked. They turned to each other and saw the same thing; the joy of being in each others company once again, shone in the eyes of mother and son. Bri smiled at his mother.

"'Morning mum, sleep well?"

"Like a log," she smiled back.

"Excellent," he said with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I haven't slept that well for a few weeks." 

She had given her son a little too much information, and therefore an opening to score a point in their game of banter.

"That's because you missed me so much when I was at camp." 

He selected his cereal.

"Oh yeah, I missed your whining and moaning for two weeks, and I just couldn't stand it." 

His mother had recovered well.

"I knew you would miss me, even the most obnoxious aspects of me. Oh how my mother loves me." 

He poured milk on his cereal. During these sessions they would always go about their business, and rarely looked at each other.

"Yes, I missed my weird and strange son, who can't make friends and needs his mummy's love." 

Tracy sipped on her coffee and looked up to watch her son, because she knew she had ventured into last night's territory - very personal insults. She couldn't see her son smile broadly as he thought, 'got you now mum'. Bri looked side ways at her and nonchalantly said,

"Of course I couldn't wait to home to my mummy's love, you know I love you, don't you?"

"That's because I'm such a good mother."

"Yes, you are that, and more," Bri said with emphasis and now his eyes held hers. 

Who would blink first?

"More?" Tracy picked up. "I don't know about that, but what more could a mother want from her son?" 

The inflection in her voice was not lost on Bri, although Tracy had hoped on one hand he hadn't heard it -- but on the other, she felt herself becoming aroused again and hoped he had. Bri was already rock hard, and he was glad he had selected loose fitting track pants to wear.

"Anything you want mum, anything." His mother could see his suggestive grin.

"I don't know that I want anything else," she ventured, to see where her son was going with this, because the idea he was going anywhere excited her.

"Yeah you do, don't you?"

"Do I?" 

Tracy could feel herself becoming very wet.

"You know you do."

"Do I?"

"Well I know you do."

"Oh, and how do you know?"

"Because I hear you." 

Bri had waited and working a long time for this opening. His mother had no idea what he meant, but she wanted this to continue; she was so excited, but not as much as Bri. He had only dreamed Tracy would come with him along on this line. He now knew for sure Jeremy was right.

"Hear what?" 

Tracy didn't know whether she asked to embarrass him into silence, or because she wanted to hear him say it. Who was she kidding? she wanted to hear him say it.

"I hear you playing with yourself sexually late into the night, trying to make yourself cum." 

Bri could see the effect his words were having on his mother, so he became more graphic.

"I hear your vibrator as it hums into your pussy, and your moans and groans as you try to climax." 

Mother and son just stared at each other, and Tracy could feel her temperature rising and knew she was red, but she wouldn't be the first to blink.

"You hear all that do you?"

"Yeah, and I'm surprised how often I hear you. I had no idea woman were so frequently in need of satisfaction. You masturbate nearly as much as I do." 

Bri had bated his hook, and now he was enticing his mother to take it.

"Oh, really? And how often do you masturbate?" 

Would he answer Tracy wondered.

"Well obviously as often as I hear you, because as you moan and groan, and say things like 'oh yes honey, fuck me, fuck me', I have to join you in my room."

Tracy just had no answer, and she felt her panties were very wet now, her heart was racing and her breathing had become ragged. Bri dare not move in case he came, he had never experienced a turn on of this magnitude. His dick was so hard it was painful, he would need release soon.

"But I do lay there and slid my hand up and down my rock hard dick more often then you play with your pussy." 

He couldn't believe he just said that, but he had given his mother a mental picture to conjure up in her mind. She was silent.

"Well, do I win a point or are you going to respond?" Bri asked Tracy.

"Do you like listening?"

"Oh yeah, because it's way better when I can listen to you."

"So what else do you want to tell me?"

"You look really good today." 

She was wearing a plain light cream skirt and black t-shirt, with nothing on her feet. Her son's remark took her by surprised, but she knew she had to respond.

"Oh you think so?" was all she could manage, and Bri knew he had rattled her a little.

"Yeah, in fact you look good enough to eat." 

He let that hang. What could she say? Thinking quickly but not clearly Tracy came back with,

"So you would like to eat me would you?" 

She sipped her coffee wishing she could have her response over again -- 'that was dumb', she thought. Without even looking at his mother Bri answered,

"Well I wouldn't eat all of you, just a small part of you."

Tracy's heart was racing and she began to squeeze her legs together in an attempt to ease the need that was building. 'Did he say what I think he said', she asked herself. After a few seconds that seemed like an age for her she asked,

"Oh, and what part would that be?" 

Bri could hear the change in his mother's voice. He stood up with his empty bowl and walked to the sink, which his mother was leaning on sipping her coffee. Bri stood next to her and looked straight in her eye.

"Which part of you would you like me to eat?" 

Bri saw his mother flush as her eyes widened a little and she couldn't help but smile. Bri had drawn her over all their normal boundaries, but she still wanted to go with him. She felt herself becoming extremely aroused by her young son, and she was enjoying it.

"Well that depends," Tracy told her son.

"Depends on what?" Bri asked still staring into his mother's eyes, which added to her arousal.

"Well you have to know what you're doing, you know, have good table manners if you're going to eat someone." Her innuendo was clear to her son.

"You mean using correct eating technique?" 'Damn this boy is good,' his mother thought.

"Yes, that's it."

"Well tell me something mum, what would be your advice? What would you suggest is good technique?" 

Bri was still staring into her eyes, but now as she turned toward him, he placed his hands on her hips. Tracy felt a thrill go through her body at his touch. She was loving this; the taboo banter, the touch of her son, Bri had never been so attentive; it was all she had ever hoped for. She pointedly put her cup on the sink.

"Well I think one should take their time, you can't rush eating or you may get some sort of upset." 

Tracy was becoming a little breathless now.

"Do you think one should spend time tasting what their about to eat, you know make sure they use their tongue totally so all their taste bubs fully enjoy what they're about to eat?" 

Bri eased his mother's body against his, and even though she was older than him, she felt as though she was in the hands of a much older man.

"Oh yeah,' she almost whispered and then decided to take it to the next level.

"But I also think presentation is very important."

"I couldn't agree with you more. I think how something is dressed up is very important. You know like unwrapping a Christmas present, half the enjoyment is the unwrapping," Tracy agreed. 

Again his mother was impressed at how quickly he picked up on her leads, and could answer her. Now Tracy draped her arms around her son's neck.

"Do you think you have good eating technique?" she asked.

Bri could see the lust in his mother's eyes, and he knew she could see it in his. This told them both, that the other wanted this no matter what the world thinks. Bri whispered to his mother,

"Well if I were to eat that special place of yours I would use the best of techniques, I would take my time and I would make sure you were more than satisfied with how your son performed." 

Bri could feel his rock hard dick, and he gently drew his mother closer and as she melted into her son's body she could feel him too. Tracy could feel that special sensation in her body and especially in her pussy, and acknowledged to herself it was for her son. She had no shame for her feelings.

"Then I would be delighted if you ate your old mum honey, it's been so long." 

Both knew this was no longer banter and her son smiled his reassuring smile at her.

"I've thought of nothing else for years," he confessed to his mother, and he saw her body's reaction to his words.

"May I unwrap you?" 

These were the words Tracy thought she would never hear.

"I thought you would never ask. Yes Bri, unwrap your mother and see the delights she has for you and just for you." 

She hugged her son with such force, Bri thought she would break one of his ribs, but he loved the passion in her that was behind it. Tracy then brought her mouth to his and mother and son kissed like lovers, as their mouths opened and their tongues ran over and around each other. 

Both mother and son were so aroused; yet, it was not because they were mother and son and this was socially taboo, but because it was Tracy and Bri. Both had wanted the other for a number of years now. Damn that Jeremy is good, thought Bri.

As they kissed their hands explored each other's body, and they had an exciting story to tell. Tracy's hands confirmed what she already knew of her son, he was scrawny with hard, young muscle. Dressed in only a loose T-shirt and loose fitting track pants, Tracy's hands were easily able to slide under his T-shirt and across his torso. Bri in turn slid his hands under his mother's T-shirt, and his hands told him what he had only guessed at. His mother was not taut, because she had the body of a forty year old. 

Yet, what his hands told him only fuelled his excitement. Her skin was just that little bit pliable, therefore soft and yielding, but smooth none the less. Bri's hands moved up his mother's bare back, across her ribs and to the front of her bra. As he did this, Tracy broke their kiss, so she could look into her son's eyes as he touched her tits. She had deliberately worn her sheer bra, and it would nearly feel as if she were not wearing a bra at all for both of them. The moment her son's hands cupped her tits, his mouth and eyes opened and he let out a gasp of excitement. Tracy's body reacted and she ground her hips into his.

Bri could feel his mother's nipples through her bra, and they were already very hard and he gently teased them. Tracy moaned softly and had to acknowledge her son was gentle and patient, not what she had expected from an 18 year old young man. But Bri wanted to eat his mother's pussy, and after all their discussion on it, Tracy was impatient for it also. 

She placed her hands on her son's shoulders and gently pushed him down, and Bri caught on immediately and dropped to his knees. He raised his mother's little cream skirt, and again she heard him gasp. He was staring at her little see through black panties, and he had to caress her pussy through them. 

Her pussy was soft and yielding like the rest of her skin, but far spongier. In his mind this was a beautifully wrapped gift from his mother to him. Her pussy bulged in her restrictive panties, and Bri could see she only had a little pubic hair above her pussy.

Tracy slid her hands into the side of her panties and slid them down her hips, legs and then let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. She wanted to spread herself as wide as possible for her son. She lifted herself onto the edge of the bench, and spread her legs by pushing her knees wide. Bri stared at her trimmed pubic hair; she had a small patch on her pubic mound, while her whole pussy was clean shaven smooth. Her outer lips were big enough to envelop her inner lips, giving her a lovely thin line of a slit up her pussy. Her slit was long to Bri's mind, having seen many pussies in the porn movies Jeremy managed to get hold off.

"Bri sweetie, start with my outside lips first, nice and gentle honey," Tracy instructed her son. 

Obediently Bri brought his tongue to his mother's outer pussy lips and gently licked a few testing times.

"A little harder sweetie," Tracy continued her instructions. 

True to his word he took her lead, and did as he was told.

"Ah yeah, that's it honey, just like that." 

Tracy's hands gasped his head and kneaded his hair. Bri continued for a few minutes and then Tracy guided him again.

"Keep doing that but come inside."

Bri instinctively knew she meant come inside of each side of her long slip, with the same pressure and he did what he was told. Tracy began to moan long and loud, the kneading of his hair keeping pace with her moans. Bri knew what he was doing was right on the money for his mother. Without her permission he moved to her slit, and using the flap of his tongue he licked the entire length up and down. This sent his mother to another level of ecstasy, and she pulled hard on his hair.

"Oh honey yeah, yeah, oooo, that's how mummy likes it, ooo sweetie you're so good."




The Clan Ch. 12



Chapter 12 - Jed

Jed's mum was always first to pick her son up and last to drop him off at all the events The Clan were involved in. He knew why too, but after Jeremy's little talk Jed was that much more aware of the why. His mother was another Beth; evidently Elizabeth had been a popular name for girls around forty years ago. Jed's Beth and that's how he saw his mother, as his, picked him up early and dropped him off late because she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and he had always known this. 

Jed had decided on which plan he would put into action as soon as Jeremy had suggested them. You see, Jed's mother had made sure they did everything together. From when he was only about ten tears old, he had been his mother's companion to all family events such as weddings. At first the family, on both sides, had thought this a little strange -- well actually some thought it was bloody strange. 

A grown woman never going out with a man, never having a date to take her to these types of functions! However, they soon became use to it. Jed's father had left them when he was two years old, and the scuttle butt in his family, among Jed's cousins was his father found his mother too clingy, too smothering, she just wouldn't give him any space. For Jed, this is what life was with someone you loved. That's what love was all about; this was how you showed your love for someone.

As Beth pulled into the camp car park somewhat too quick as her car made the loose stones fly, Jed knew Plan A was for him. Hell, he could never accuse his mother of not having the closest of relationships with him, they couldn't be any closer. No, Plan B would come over like a con job, so it had to be Plan A -- and he reckoned he had the perfect scenario to test his mother. 

He had realized as Jeremy spoke, that his mother fitted the given criteria by Dr. Abbotts. But he knew he had to have a plan, something to get the ball rolling as it were. The idea came to Jed soon after he had begun to think, when Jeremy had said the boys were to follow their mother's lead. Like Sean, Jed's Beth had done something a little out of the blue just before the camp, and to his mind she had been fishing sexually. Let me explain. 

All the boys had arrived at camp in the late afternoon, all no later then 5.00pm and of course Jed arrived later at 6.00pm -- he had nearly missed the BBQ dinner. During the morning Jed had been sitting on the couch watching an old State of Origin game (National Rugby League), when Beth came in and sat next to him. She was always more clingy just before camp. Beth linked her arm in her son's as his eyes were glued to the TV, and asked him a very strange question. At first Jed thought he had heard wrong, and asked his mother to repeat her question.

"Darling, have you ever thought about a girl you want?"

For Jed it was not the question that was odd, but the emphasis his mother had placed on the word 'want'.

"How do you mean mum?" he asked and now his full attention was on his mother, and he paused the game.

"Well do you think about girls?" Again the emphasis.

"What do you mean 'want' and 'think' about girls? Come on mum spit it out."

"Well do you think about girls, you know... think about them?" 

Beth was just a light shade of red now. Jed sat up and turned to his mother.

"No mum, you're going to have to be clearer. What are you on about?"

Beth smiled, as though she got the information she had wanted, and it was what she wanted to hear.

"Oh, it's ok darling, never mind." 

With that she just sat and snuggled into her son as he went back to the TV, although he felt uneasy about whatever it was his mother was asking him.

A few nights into the camp, some of the boys began to ask the others if they thought about girls. Jed was all ears; maybe this had something to do with what his mother had been asking him. Then the penny dropped, as some of the boys ventured fantasies about different girls they knew. This went on for the rest of the camp, as each night different guys would take turns exciting the others with their fantasies. 

Then on the last night after Jeremy's little talk, Daniel asked the question all the others were wondering. 'Who had fantasized about their mum?' The silence was deafening for some long seconds until Daniel spoke. He regaled the boys with his vivid fantasies of his mother Julia and himself. 'Man, they were hot', Jed had thought. Now he knew what his mother was on about, and a plan began to form in his mind and within a few minutes of refining, he had what he thought was the perfect plan. It would all revolve around fantasies.

Jed grinned as he walked toward his mother and she had her driver's door open in a flash to greet her son. Beth smothered him in her arms and kissed his cheek.

"Wow mum, careful you might start something you'll regret."

Beth let her son go, very surprised by his words and wondered what he meant, but before she could ask he hurried her up to leave. Bags in the boot, he quickly hopped into the front seat, while Beth wondered what was going on. Jed was never this enthusiastic to come home -- what had happened? She couldn't wait to find out. So as Beth drove them out of the car park she asked,

"So how was camp this year?" 

Hoping her son would begin to open to her as he always did. This was just as Jed had hoped; to intrigue his mother with as little information so she would be in a receptive mood.

"Really good," he said enthusiastically and Beth wondered at his excited state.

"Why, what did you guys do that was so good?"

"Great talks, interesting information exchanged and an unexpected proposal." 'That certainly summed up the highlights', Jed thought and smiled.

'What was that?' his mother wondered catching his smile as she was supposed to. 'What had gone on this year? What had the guys gotten up to? I know; the girls' camp across the creek from the guys. Yes that was it, she told herself. But how could she ask him? I can't just blurt it out like some jealous girlfriend -- oh my, is that how I feel?' She was surprised by her response to her son.

"You care to elaborate?" 'That sounded like an ordinary question', Beth told herself; at least she hoped it sounded ordinary.

"Yeah." That was it, Jed said nothing more. 'Damn', Beth thought, I'll have to do this bit by bit.

"Come on Jed, what's gotten into you?" But rather than answer he asked in turn.

"Hey mum, remember what you asked me just before I left, you know, I didn't understand what you meant at the time. Yet, after what happened on camp I know what you meant. You were asking me if I had thought about girls... remember?"

Now Beth felt as if she were in the hot seat and not her son. He had turned the tables beautifully.

"Did I ask you that?" Beth stalled for time.

"Ok if you don't want to know. And to think that I thought you were interested enough to hear everything I have to tell," Jed said and sighed for emphasis.

Beth was stunned. She didn't know what to say. Finally she said,

"Oh yeah, I remember asking you that now. So what did you want to tell me?"

Beth could feel her breathing had increased and she was warm, particularly in her pussy.

"Well I was wondering if you could tell me something first?"

Beth was ready to tell him anything if only he would tell her what she wanted to know.

"Yeah sure, what is it?" her voice was tight with excitement and Beth realised she was aroused for the first time in -- well a very long time, and her son had done it.

"Do girls have fantasies?"

Although a little taken aback by her son's boldness, she could see he was only asking her a question, back at her.

"Ah, yeah, I suppose they do."

"No mum, you can do better than that. I want the truth just like you do."

Jed could see the look on his mother's face and knew she felt caught between a rock and a hard place. He also knew she was wondering how much to tell him. For her part, as she tussled over the pros and cons in her mind, she wanted to know what he had to tell more than she wanted to hide her truth -- because she knew that's where her son was heading.

"Ok," she sighed. "I can only speak for the girls and women I know and have known, and most of them tell me they have fantasies."

"Most?"

"Yeah, some say they don't have fantasies."

"Do you believe them?"

"Yeah, you should see them... rather prudish, you know the type?"

"So what, the non-prudish types normally have fantasies?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"So what category do you put yourself in?" 

'Here it comes', Beth thought.

"Well put it this way, I'm not prudish." 

She waited, but Jed didn't ask the question she thought he would, instead he began to tell her about the camp discussions. How the guys started to talk about their fantasies. He told her about the nightly reciting of fantasies, not that he told his mother specifics; he wanted her to be titillated by wondering what the fantasies were. 

Jed also told his mother of their other activities during the days, and what the guys discussed and then he tantalize his mother just that little bit more, he told her that Jeremy had something very interesting to tell all The Clan. Without giving his mother specifics on anything; Beth was burning with curiosity. 

This took up the majority of the trip home, as Jed told his mother this. However, he had told her nothing of what she wanted to know. He finally ended his 'report' once again emphasising how much he enjoyed the exchange of fantasies, and that some of what was said over the two weeks had given him a lot to think about.

Beth was intrigued and had to ask,

"Did you tell any of yours... you know, your fantasies?" She was dying to hear her son's.

"No."

"Do you have fantasies?"

"Well I'm not a prude," Jed told his mother. 

Beth laughed.

"So mum, what do you fantasize about, if as you say you're not prudish?" 

The question was always coming, but it still caught her by surprise.

"You cheeky young man," Beth told her son, but still decided she would open up a bit.

"Tell you what. Quid pro quo, you know like in 'Silence of the lambs'," she told Jed.

"Ok, ladies first," he ventured. 

Beth smirked at her son, but at least the conversation was heading where she wanted it to go now. She was even willing to tell him a fantasy -- a fairly conventional one, just to hear his.

"Alright. I've always fantasized about doing it in front of a roaring log fire." 

Beth smiled thinking how nice it would be.

"Are you serious?" Jed asked incredulously. 

Beth took a quick look at her son hearing the sarcasm in his voice.

"What?" she asked defensively, because she felt a little hurt by his obvious criticism as she had opened up to him like never before and he basically laughed at her.

Jed grinned and said,

"Ok, I dare say this was a low level fantasy for you. You know, just testing the waters with your son. So I won't hold back, but you must promise not to yell at me, or be angry at me, or disgusted with me, or..."

"I get the idea Jed." Beth had cut in.

"Ok smart ass, blow me away by your sophistication and maturity in all things to do with fantasies, and I promise I won't loose it or whatever, ok?" 

Beth's frustration had pushed her to anger now. She was also hurt by his criticism. She would really love to have sex in front of a roaring log fire. She shot a look at her son, knowing they were only minutes from home, 'was he stalling?' Beth hoped he wasn't delaying until they got home, where he could use other tactics so he wouldn't have to tell his mother a thing. But, Jed was smiling confidently. He was about to rock his mother's world and really give her something to think about.

"Well I'm with my girl, and I have to tell you, I love her more than anything... I really do." 

Jed was serious now as he looked at his mother, and she could see that for better or worst she was going to get her wish -- Jed was going to tell her one of his fantasies.

"I seduce her first by spoiling her. Doing those things she loves; cook a beautiful dinner for her, wait on her, sit and listen to all she has to get off her chest, rub her sore tired feet with aromatic oil. I would tell her how much I love her, need her, care for her and want her. I would tell her with all the feeling I could muster that, she is more than life to me; that I could not live without her. Finally, I would tell her that I have a deep hunger to make love to her, but not the hot and fiery all over in a few minutes type of sex, but that deep soul felt love making that takes time. I would ensure she is satisfied to exhaustion before I had a consideration for myself, so she would know that the depth of my love is deeper than anything she has experienced before or will ever."

Jed just looked at his mother. Beth was stunned. Never, did she think she would hear a young man of 18 speak like this, much less her son. An overriding though filled her mind. 'Whoever he is talking about is one lucky bitch,' and she felt a jealousy that shook her whole body. 'Did my son just have that effect on me... yeah, he did', she told herself, amazed. She drove into the driveway and then garage with mouth open, eyes wide and knees spread. Beth stopped the car and looked at her son. Jed was still staring at her.

"My girl in my fantasy mum... is you."

With that he got out of the car, collected his bags from the boot and let himself into the house, leaving his mother totally dumfounded in the car. Beth couldn't move, as so many conflicting emotions ran through her. Jed got himself to bed as Beth, doing her best zombie impersonation as she prepared for bed too. 

Jed slept better than he had for weeks, while Beth's dreams were filled with fleeting images she couldn't quite make out. But when her alarm woke her the next morning she felt different, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but she felt different. Beth delayed leaving her bedroom and going to the kitchen for as long as possible. She hadn't been this nervous and excited in years. 

Then the realization struck her. Jed had made her feel this way - her own son. Her heart was all a flutter again and she felt her body responding once again to her son having said she was the focus of his fantasy. Yet, her body was responding not as a mother would to her son, but as a woman does to her man. Beth finally pulled herself together and marched, rather than walked into the kitchen dressed in a short printed cotton dress, buttoned up the front.

"Morning mum," Jed said brightly as he always did, with that smile of his. 

Beth felt herself melt a little inside. 'What was happening,' she asked herself.

"Morning baby." Beth even shocked herself when she called her son 'baby', she had only called her lovers that -- all two of them.

"Sleep well?" Jed asked his mother.

"Not really. It was sort of broken, you know... strange dreams and all that."

"Sorry to hear that," Jed told her as he stood up from the kitchen table and walked toward his mother.

Jed stood before her and reached out to gently stroke her hair, and Beth melted a little more. He held her face with one hand and brought the other to her waist.

"You really are the only girl for me... always have been, and I've always known it. That's why you're the centre of my fantasies... all of them," he confessed to his mother, who stood mouth slightly open and eyes wide again.

"I really do love you more deeply than you could know, mum. I had to tell you."

Jed smiled at her as he mouth transformed into a smile, her eyes glowed with love for her son and something else he didn't recognize in her. Beth moved closer to her son. She could see the truth in what he had just said, and that she too felt the same way toward him. Beth admitted to herself that she had suppressed these feelings for years now, but as Jed had confessed his carnal love for her, her own had boiled to the surface never to be denied again.

"Oh Jed, baby. You don't know how good that makes me feel," Beth told her son in a lust filled tone.

"Yeah I do. But this isn't a log fire, but I want you mum, and I want you now."

With that, Jed kissed her gently on the lips, closed mouth to begin with. Beth though she had never had a better kiss, because it was soft, slow and told her how much her son loved and wanted her. Jed continued to kiss his mother on the mouth, cheeks and neck. Beth felt the love and tenderness, something she thought she would never find with a man. 

There had even been a few times when she thought she might be gay, because all the men she had known or heard about had been rough and hasty when they had sex. None lingered, taking their time in romantic, tender love making. There seemed to be none who were interested in the woman's needs -- except other women.

Jed slowly ran his hands over his mother's dress feeling her body beneath it. Beth had surrendered herself to her son as soon as he kissed her, because she just knew he would look after her sexually as she had only fantasized about. 

That's what her fantasy about the log fire was all about; being cared for. Jed had spoken to Jeremy, who seemed to know so much about the meaning of images in fantasies. That's how he knew Beth's fantasy was her desire to be loved slowly and tenderly. Making love to his mother in this way had also been one of his fantasies. Now his hands could feel her curves that he loved so much. He knew she didn't have the greatest figure in the world, but her body with more than a few extra pounds was Jed's idea of beautiful. We're all wired differently.

Jed's hands now moved under Beth's light cotton dress to her butt and they found her thin cotton panties, nothing special or especially sexy, but they were Jed's idea of sexy because they were on 'his girl'. He gently kneaded her butt cheeks as his lips returned to her mouth, and this time Beth slowly opened her mouth to her son. Tentatively their tongues met and touched softly and gently. There was no overpowering hunger or lust driving mother and son, but a deep love and desire to fulfil the other -- their lover.

Beth spread her feet to tell her son to explore further with his hands, as their tongues continued to get to know each other. Her hands were ploughing through her son's hair, something she had wanted to do for years like this. Jed had been the centre of Beth's fantasies for years now, but she had told herself it couldn't be; now it was actually happening, it was so good she told herself. 

They broke their kiss as Jed's hands moved between his mother's butt cheeks and thighs and through to her where her panties were now wet. He could feel her pussy through her wet panties, and knew she shaved. Another of his fantasies fulfilled. Ever since he had see pussies without pubic hair on Jeremy's DVDs, that's the only kind he fantasized about.

Jed's lips were on his mother's neck with soft, tender kisses and they drove her wild. However, wild for Beth were not the loud strange noises, nor thrashing about or any other typical behaviour of a woman climbing to an orgasm. 

Beth loved the slow, tender build up that took a long time, and Jed instinctively knew how to do this. He knew because this is what he wanted, and it just felt right. His hands slipped into the front of his mother's panties to feel the smooth, soft skin of her pubic mound; and then slowly down to her pussy lips that were already open to him. Beth had never been more turned on.

Suddenly, Beth felt an impulse to do something for her son, her man and her lover. She pulled back to look at him, reached for his hands just as they were about to explore her pussy lips, and with a loving smile withdrew his hands from her panties. His eye brow cocked quizzically, and Beth gave her son a quick kiss on the mouth as she dropped to her knees. 




The Clan Ch. 13



Chapter 13 - Bret

Even though all the guys had agreed with Jeremy that their mothers were abnormally devoted to them, there was one who had a secret. Bret knew his mother was the town slut; everyone had told him as much for as long as he could remember. Yet, that night as Jeremy 'enlightened' The Clan, Bret could have died. He saw how the other guys responded to Jeremy's evidence, and it was obvious to him that he was the odd man out. He saw how the other guys agreed with Jeremy and knew their mothers had never had dates, boyfriends or sex at all. Bret also knew he couldn't say that of his mother. Even at uni the other guys teased him about his mother, saying their fathers or brothers had all fucked Tracy -- Bret's mother.

Bret stood with the other guys waiting for his mother to pick him up, giving the thumbs up signal to each other, but knowing deep down his mother wasn't like the others. Oh yeah, he was an only child, and Tracy loved to hug him and tussle his hair, rub his shoulders and all the other things Jeremy had told them to look out for. But only his mother had a huge reputation as the town slut. He did take comfort in the fact that none of the other guys lived anywhere near he and his mother, so they didn't know her reputation.

Bret had never approached his mother on the subject of her sexual behaviour, frightened of what she might tell him. However, he had decided that tomorrow morning he would confront her about it. He watched as Tracy pulled into the car park, and like the other mothers greeted her son with her normal affection. 

Bret was just pissed that she spread her affection around to virtually every man in town. He asked himself as he climbed into their car why she couldn't confine herself to say him and him alone? One of the questions he would ask her tomorrow. 

The ride home was in silence, as Bret refused to be drawn into conversation with his mother, and after trying to engage him for nearly 30 minutes Tracy gave up. He must be in one of his moods, she told herself. Once home, Bret went straight to bed and waited for the morning.

His 7.00 alarm went off as usual. He lay there going over in his mind once more what he would say, his mother's possible responses, how he would answer her. Yet, he had an idea of where he wanted the whole thing to go. He would demand she stop her slut ways, because he would care for her and she would never have to go out and seek sexual satisfaction outside their home. 

He pondered these things knowing his mother was always a late riser, usually because she had been out the night before, although not this time. When they arrived home last night, Tracy had gone to bed at the same time as her son.

Bret steeled himself, hopped out of bed, dressed in his favourite track pants and T-shirt, and then checked himself in the mirror. Satisfied that this was the best and right thing to do as he looked at his reflection, he marched out of his room, down the hall to the next bedroom and entered without knocking. Sure enough, Tracy was sound asleep. 

As Bret looked at his sleeping mother, his resolve began to waver. No, it was for the best, he told himself once more. He kicked her bed. Nothing. He kicked harder three times, and Tracy began to stir herself. He kicked the bed again, and this time his mother responded.

"What the hell are you doing?" 

Tracy asked trying to understand what was going on. Was there some kind of problem?

"Get up you lazy bitch," Bret instructed her in a tone his mother had never heard from her son before, and she was instantly angry.

"How dare you speak like that to me, you ungrateful young man," Tracy spat back at her son angrily.

"Shut the fuck up," Bret said loudly as his emotions began to take over and he sat on the bed and held his mother down.

"Now you're going to listen to me, and if you interrupt I'll... smack your bottom as you did to me as a child. Now shut up and listen."

Tracy wanted to hear this, because she wanted to know why her son was silent last night and why he was doing what he was doing now. Both were out of character for her Bret, he was such a nice young man, everyone thought so. So Tracy stopped struggling and lay placidly under her son. She also acknowledged how nice it felt to feel his hands restraining her and his body pushing against hers.

"Now, I know what you've been up to all these years and there's no point trying to deny it," he began very seriously, and Tracy could see the emotion in her son's face and hear it in his voice.

"And I'm sick of it, and I'm not going to put up with this any more. Do you hear me?" he asked his stunned mother.

"What are you talking about," a bewildered Tracy asked.

"I told you to shut up and listen," Bret reminded his mother.

"Then don't ask me questions," Tracy shot back, but still pliant to her son's hands and body.

Bret knew she was right, and the wind was knocked out his sails -- but only temporarily.

"I'm not going to put up with you spreading yourself all over town like some cheap slut." 

Tracy looked shaken, 'yes', he thought, 'I know what you've been up to'.

"I love you mum and it breaks my heart when I hear what the men of this town say about you." 

There were tears in her son's eyes and Tracy was about to respond.

"No just listen I said." So she remained silent and waited to hear the rest.

"Now, you will do exactly as I tell you." 

Bret waited for a sign from his mother acknowledging her agreement, but there was none so he pressed on.

"For years I've heard how you're such an easy lay, and that most of the men around her have fucked you. Well today it stops, do you hear me? Nod or shake your head," he instructed her. 

Tracy nodded.

"From now on if you want to fuck someone, you'll fuck me. I love you mum and I'll treat you with love and respect, not like those pigs out there. I hear how they treat you, like some piece of meat, with no thought for you. Well I've wanted you for years now, but I've always wanted to treat you lovingly. So that's it, ok. From now on, I'm going to fuck you as much as you need, and I don't want you going after those men again." 

Bret waited for her reaction.

Tracy was floored, but recovered enough to ask,

"Who told you I was the town slut?"

"Heaps of guys," Bret began and rattled off about twenty names before his mother interrupted him.

"Hang on, I've not only never been with those men, but I haven't had sex since your father took off fifteen years ago," Tracy said forcefully in her defence.

"Mum, there's no use pretending, I know everything. You need sex, so I'm going to be your lover... it's the only way. Besides, who else loves you like I do? You know there's no other girl in my life, that's why I've never had a girlfriend, because I've only ever fantasized about you. I've only ever wanted you. Do you know how much it tears me up inside every time one of those men tells me of their time with you?" 

Tracy just stared into her son's eyes as he unburdened himself amid tears and expressions of pain, and she made no answer.

"That's why I was getting into so many fights for so many years, because the other guys would come around with their father's story of how each had fucked you the night before. I even use to have a go at those men, but they either laughed at me or beat me up. But I'll get those fuckin pigs back one day, I promise mum," he told his mother with such conviction she began to cry.

"It's ok mum, it's just you and me now. I can't tell you how much I want to look after you, and I'll treat you right. Breakfast in bed, foot rubs and I'll try to keep up with your sexual needs too. I'm not real experienced, but I know what to do, and I'll do whatever sexual thing you like. You know, different positions, if you like your pussy licked, or if you want to suck my dick. It's ok, I'll be the best lover for you I can be," he smiled at her, but his mother's tears continued to flow.

"Have you finished?" Tracy asked quietly, trying to control her tears and emotions.

"Yeah," Bret answered his mother in a small voice. 

Now that he got it all out, he felt spent and a little worried as to his mother's response. He released her wrists and sat up, freeing her body.

Tracy reached for her son, grabbing him she pulled him into her body with a crushing hug.

"Oh Bret I love you, I love you so much, but there's something I have to tell you." 

Tracy continued to hold her son to her body, but eased up a little on the pressure.

"Bret, I've never been with any of those men, I swear it," she told him and then held him out so she could look into his eyes.

"I swear it. I've never had sex with any of those men. They have been making up stories about me for years, because I never, ever go out with men, so they make these fucking stories up about me."

Bret could see in her eyes his mother wasn't lying. He felt his stomach turn to ice. But before he could apologise his mother smiled and said,

"Oh no sweat heart, that was loveliest thing anyone ever said to me," and Tracy hugged her son to her body again.

"I didn't know you were standing up for me like that. You should have come to me when you first heard those filthy stories, and I would have told you they were lies."

Now Bret had gathered himself and asked,

"Then why do you let them say such things about you, and why do you go out so much at night, and why do you come home drunk so many times?" 

He just blurted out all his accusations.

"I can't stop them saying what they say, I've tried, but it's just me against all of them. Their wives know it's all bullshit, but they don't care about my feelings. And I go out so often to be with the other single mums, usually at Jenny's place, and yes we drink a bit and sometimes more then a bit," she giggled.

Now Bret felt like an absolute bastard.

"Oh mum, I'm so sorry. I should have spoken to you. I should have trusted you. I feel like such a prick." 

Bret tried to release himself from his mother's arms, but she held him.

"No Bret, I'm so proud of you for what you tried to do for my reputation, and for the courage you showed this morning. Now there's only one thing I really want to know," his mother whispered to him.

Bret suddenly realized what she wanted to know; his proposal of sex. He was dead now.

"Bret did you mean what you said about wanting to be my lover, and fulfilling all my sexual needs?" 

Tracy asked in a whisper that sent a sexual thrill through his body. He would come clean.

"Yeah mum, I meant every word of it." 

He waited for the sky to fall in.

"Oh Bret, sweat heart, I've waited a long time for you to tell me that."

'What?' He thought.

"Does that mean you want it too," he asked hesitatingly.

"Oh yeah, I want you son. I want you as my lover, but can you be that for me?" she whispered so sexily in his ear that his cock rose to full attention.

"I'll always be here for you mum," he said softly. 

'Now let's see just how much she wants this', he thought as he was aware for the first time of her soft body against his. 

He reached under the covers and placed his hand on her thigh and Tracy spread her legs for her son, willingly. Not a word was spoken as Tracy pulled back the bed covers to reveal her nighty clad body, while Bret pulled off his clothes. He then helped his mother to pull her nighty off her body and over her head. Both were panting now and looking for each others' touch and join as lovers.

But first they looked at each other's body, and Bret marvelled at his mother. Her breasts sagged a little, but he liked that very much. Her pussy was a little hairy, and he found he liked that too. He could see her wetness between her pouting lips, which were now swollen with desire for him.

Tracy looked at her son's slim, but firm body and especially his rock hard cock, all six inches of it and her pussy became wetter in her desire for him to be in her. She opened her pussy lips, as neither where concerned with any foreplay as both were too turned on already. Bret brought his cock to his mother's now gapping pussy and pushed it into her. Tracy let out a loud gasp and then groaned.

"Oh fuck me Bret, fuck your mummy's pussy. You filthy boy, fuck me, fuck me hard," Tracy screamed at her son, and Bret obliged.

He hammered into his mother as soon as his cock reached her full depth and mother and son watched with lustful glee as his cock fucked her pussy, plunging in and out. Their fucking made slurping, squishing noises as her pussy juices flowed.

"That's it Bret fuck your mummy, oh fuck me, fuck me," Tracy wailed at her son and Bret picked up the pace even more.

Now there was the slapping of Bret's thighs on his mother's mingled with the slurping sounds of her pussy. Tracy was coming to her climax as was Bret, and he hoped he could hold out long enough to cum with his mother. Sudden Tracy felt herself reach her orgasm.

"You fuckin mother fucker, you mother fucker, you've made me cum you beautiful young man. Oh fuck yeah," Tracy moaned as her body went rigid and her words made Bret pump cum into the end of her love tunnel. 

He kept thrusting into his mother as she continued to climax and he realized she was having multiple orgasms, so he kept it up.

Tracy was just screaming now, no words, just screaming as her son thrust his still rock hard cock into her. Bret pounded into his mother, finding that although he had just cum, his cock was still rock hard. He enjoyed the sensation of thrusting into his mother's wet pussy, and her cum was squirting out of her each time he thrust into her. Tracy's eyes were now closed as her son made her cum time and again, revelling in once again being serviced by a man -- her own son, and she loved it.

Finally she couldn't take any more and placed her hand on his thigh. Bret instinctively knew his mother had had enough and he with drew his cock. As he did Tracy grabbed it and sucked long and deep, drawing out the last of his cum. For Bret, it felt like she was sucking the very life out of him. He stared in wonder as his mother worked his cock, sucking it in and out of her mouth, just as it looked going in and out of her pussy. 

Once Tracy had convinced herself her son was dry, she released his now deflating cock. Mother and son looked at each other, knowing that their relationship was now changed for ever. They smiled and their hearts soared because this is what they both wanted, and in his mind Bret thanked his friend Jeremy.



The Clan Ch. 14



Chapter 14 - Ajay

Ajay had sat fascinated as Jeremy had spoken, because like the other guys he could see his mother in what Jeremy said. Ajay loved his mother dearly, so when the proposal of plans was discussed, he knew he couldn't do this to his mother. Therefore, Ajay would be the only guy who would play this straight. He would follow his mother's lead, wherever it went.

While the others discussed the merits of plans A and B, Ajay kept his thoughts to himself, even though he knew Jeremy was right, as soon as he had suggested that their mothers wanted them sexually. For Ajay it was so clear; all the odd pieces fell into place as jigsaw puzzle pieces tend to do, if you stare at them long enough; the whole scene suddenly becomes obvious. 

Ajay could see the truth of what Jeremy was saying. His mother had always made him feel special compared to the other guys he knew, by the way she treated him. It was not just the physical contact she had with either, but it was the way she treated him as her confidant, best friend and keeper of her secrets. This is where a particular difficult piece of the puzzle, the depth of his mother's feelings for him fell into place. 

Sylvia had told him on a number of occasions that there was one secret she had to keep from him. At the time he thought it odd for two reasons; firstly, that his mother had a secret to keep from him, and secondly, that she would not tell him. Ajay sometimes thought she wanted to tell him, or wanted him to discover it. It was in little things she said, like nearly telling him and then saying 'no she couldn't tell him'.

Ajay had time to think on camp about his mother would say this, and he realized it was during her most affectionate times with him, or just after. As if such physical and emotional intimacy, had brought her to a point where she felt compelled to tell her son. At these times, he had seen the conflict in her eyes and also the sadness.

Now as Ajay watched his mother drive into the camp car park, he wondered how he could bring his mother to tell him her secret. Sylvia parked and her son walked to her with his bags, a huge grin of greeting on his face and her heart soared as it always did when she saw him. The last 2 week had been hell for her.

Ajay hugged his mother and she felt something different as he did, but she hugged him back. As she did, she hoped her physical contact with her son would convey to him her true feelings for him. Feelings that had always been so strong, and yet she dare not tell him. Mother and son held their embrace.

"I love you mum," Ajay whispered to Sylvia.

"I love you too Ajay," she whispered back.

They broke their embrace and stood back to look at each other, as if to see if the other had changed in the last 2 weeks. They smiled to see the other was as they remembered. Ajay led his mother to their car with his arm around the small of her back. Sylvia just loved the way her son's arm felt around her, especially since this was the first time he had held her like this. It felt more intimate, more familiar, more like a lover then a son -- as it was the way Ajay intended it to feel.

Once in the car and driving home, mother and son fell into the usual easy conversation. This lasted until they arrived home, but when they did, Sylvia was not looking for an early night.

"Hey Ajay, want to stay up with your old mum and watch some telly or something?"

'Follow her lead', Ajay told himself, that's what Jeremy had told them -- and watch for the signs.

"Yeah, I'd love to watch some telly with you mum."

"Coffee?" Sylvia asked her son as she headed to the kitchen.

"Yeah great," Ajay answered and followed his mother.

They busied themselves making their drinks, and Ajay kept an eye on his mother the whole time, watching for 'signs'. He didn't have to wait long. Unbeknown to her son, Sylvia had had time during the last two weeks to think; to think about the one secret she kept from him and whether she would tell him or not. She knew she had to; he was getting too old. If she left it any longer it would be too late -- and Sylvia didn't want it to be too late.

Her problem, as she saw it was how to tell Ajay. Should she tell him directly, or drop hints, or some other way to convey to him what she had decided he needed to know.

Sylvia had ruled out the direct approach, in case she offended him, or even disgusted him. You see Sylvia's secret was one she knew the other mothers of the guys at camp harboured as well. Yet, she also knew that unlike herself, most of them buried their secret deep, never, even admitting it to themselves. But Sylvia was far more pragmatic than that, far more honest, no matter how that honesty played out.

No, she would have to tell her son, but indirectly. Yet, there in lay the difficultly; how obvious could she be? How guarded should she be? On one hand she didn't want to upset her guy, but then she wanted him to know. Sylvia had has two weeks to get this right, as she saw it, now was the time.

Her heart was racing as the two of them worked as a team making coffee; this had all been part of her plan. Odd; here was a mother with a plan, and not the son, because he couldn't bring himself to try and seduce his mother.

As mother and son moved around the small kitchen, Sylvia told herself it was now or never, and reached around Ajay pressing her body against him a little more then she needed to. He recognized the over play immediately, and the first chance he got he pushed himself into his mother with his back. Sylvia felt the counter move. The dance of seduction had begun.

Coffee making became a long, drawn out process that night, as mother and son exchanged body presses and dumps; both drawing sexual energy from it and both knowing the other's moves were deliberate. The knowledge itself was sexually arousing.

Sylvia deliberately positioned herself with her back against the bench, so Ajay had to squeeze pass -- and squeezed pass he did. Knowing for her son to do so would cause his dick to swipe across her lower tummy. As he squeezed passed, Ajay slowed, giving both his mother and himself an extra long thrill. Sylvia could feel her son's dick, hard and erect, while Ajay could feel his mother's soft and pliable tummy.

Sylvia sucked in her breath; not to allow Ajay an easier passing, but in response to her sexual arousal. For his part, Ajay's dick flexed against his mother's tummy, giving her an added sensation. They stared into each other's eyes as Ajay dragged himself across his mother. Both could see the intention of the other. Both knew that they wanted each other; all pretence now evaporated.

With their coffee made they moved into the lounge room, and sat next to each other on the couch. Sylvia had cued a film in the DVD that they would both like, but the film was the last thing on their minds. Mother and son had their attention firmly focused on each other, as they sat and sipped their coffee.

Sylvia leaned into Ajay, and he had moved his body to accommodate his mother. They snuggled comfortably. Now Ajay waited for Sylvia's next move, and he didn't have to wait long.

Ajay felt his mother's hand take his and lead it around her shoulders, to rest it on her chest just above her breast. Ajay's heart was pounding as he realized just how forward his mother's move was. So with his heart in his mouth, he moved his hand just that little more to his mother's breast. As his hand cupped her, he could feel that his mother was not wearing a bra.

Sylvia had hoped her son would firstly recognise her invitation and secondly, take it up and make the next move. As Ajay gently kneaded her breast, she was surprised at just how good it felt.

"Enjoying the film?" Sylvia asked in just above a whisper.

For the first time Ajay actually focused on the film for a few seconds.

"Oh yeah, this was a good choice of yours mum, I'm really enjoying this, what about yourself."

The whole time Ajay had continued to knead his mother's breast, slowly increasing the pressure he was applying.

"Yes, it's just what I wanted tonight," Sylvia replied as she too tried to focus on the film.

Sylvia moved her free hand to the buttons of her shirt and without a word undid them. Ajay knew exactly what this meant from his mother; it was her permission for her son to take another small step forward. He ensured his manipulation of her breast did not hinder her unbuttoning, just in case it broke the spell of the moment. Now with her shirt open to him, Ajay thought he would also make a move for his mother. He put his coffee mug down as his right hand slipped into her shirt and cupped her naked breast. His left hand now free, reached down to his short and as he lifted his hips he slid his short down to his knees.

Sylvia's reaction was instantaneous, as she reached for her son's erect dick, as it stood up straight and proud. Her hand wrapped around her son's shaft and it felt so good for both of them. It had been a very long time since Sylvia had felt a hard, throbbing dick.

Ajay's hand caressed his mother's breast and he gasped as she gripped him. He was so pleased she was ready for him to do this, so he moved his hand to her nipple and Sylvia squirmed as shivers of pleasure ran through her. This must have been a strange sight, as a mother slowly slid her hand up and down her son's dick, and he in kind rolled and pulled her nipple of one breast and then the other, while neither looked at each other. Their eyes were on the TV, but they saw nothing of the film.

Sylvia's breathing was the first to turn to a pant as her son's gentle, yet firm fingers played with each of her nipples. Ajay was busy concentrating on not coming too early for his mother, and Sylvia was more than aware of this; so she kept her hand sliding up and down her son's dick slow, but it still didn't take him long. Ajay's dick pulsated in his mother's hand, and like an angry cobra spat its cum into the air. Sylvia continued to jack her son, but Ajay had stopped pulling on his mother's nipples as his body seemed to spasm as he came.

Now he had finished cumming, Ajay expected his mother to stop her hand sliding up and down his dick, but she continued. His dick had lost virtually none of its hardness, and he felt himself becoming aroused again and his hand once more found his mother's nipples.

Sylvia was too far gone now to either stop or turn back, once she had made her son cum. She wanted his dick inside her now, but not before she had tasted it. As if by instinct, Sylvia pulled her dress up, so her son could now see her little black panties, and then she too lifted her hips to pull them down with her one hand.

Ajay saw his mother clean shaven pussy for the first time, and Sylvia was very pleased when she heard her son gasp as she exposed herself to him.

"Mum your pussy is so beautiful," Ajay said in a whisper. 

He had to touch her, and like a man possessed he reached down to slide his hand over her tummy that was slightly rounded. His hand glided over her silky skin to her pubic mound and on to her pussy. Three fingers of his hand cupped his mother's pussy, the middle finger pushing gently into her slit, while the other two on either side kneaded her lips.

Ajay's mother was very wet, as her feelings for her son had overwhelmed her now, after being suppressed for so long. Sylvia was still jacking her son's dick as she watched him cup and knead her pussy; this was dream come true for her. Ajay's earlier cum worked as a lubricant for Sylvia as she slowly pulled up and down his dick, while she watched and felt his middle finger disappear into her slit.

Both mother and son were on such an emotional high as they played sexually with each other. Sylvia more so as her son's finger explored the inside of her love tunnel. Ajay watched his mother's face for her reaction as his finger pushed against the inside of his mother's love tunnel, and her eyes began to glaze over and her mouth open as he found her G spot.

With his attention on his mother, Ajay was able to last a long time; and Sylvia's hand slowing down as she immersed herself in her son's manipulations took their toll. With his hand on her breast squeezing her nipple, and his other hand on her pussy and his finger pushing her G spot.

Suddenly, Sylvia had to have her son in her body, and she opened her eyes wide and looked into his eyes, letting go of his dick. He knew immediately what his mother wanted, and Ajay took his hands away from her, as she spun around on the couch and onto her back, spreading her legs for her man. Sylvia opened her arms to her son as an invitation to come into her embrace and into her pussy. Ajay took his mother in his arms and she wrapped her arms around him. His dick didn't need to be guided into his mother, as he was rock hard and Sylvia's pussy lips were wide open to her son.

Ajay's dick slid straight into his mother with ease, and he slowly pushed himself to the full depth of his mother. Ajay couldn't contain himself as that beautiful feeling of penetrating his mother rippled through him from the moment his knob entered her. 

"Ah mum, you feel so good to fuck, you really do."

"It's great this end to darling," Sylvia told her son.

Ajay slowly thrust back and forth in his mother, and he just knew this would be long and slow for both of them. Sylvia held her son in a light grip to allow his the movement he needed, so he could slow fuck her -- just as she wanted then and there. Her sounds were soft and low, but conveyed to her son just how great he was making her feel. His hips rose and fell in a rhythm that was perfect for their first fuck, slow and steady.

Sylvia could feel her orgasm rising slowly but steadily, and it was a great feeling after so many years of going without. After about ten minutes of slow humping, with Ajay concentrating on getting it right the first time for his mum, Sylvia quietly said,

"Faster and harder now darling."

Ajay looked into his mother's eyes, as he had been focused on his dick thrusting back and forth, sucking his mother's pussy lips in and out of her. He could see in her eyes what she wanted, and complied with her need. He changed gear immediately, and pounded into her body. Sylvia reacted immediately also, as the noises that emanated from her suddenly went to fever pitch. She hadn't expected to feel this good, as soon as her son increased his speed and force. Somewhere in her mind, as she now raced to her climax, Sylvia acknowledged just how much her son suited her sexually. She had hoped for this, but hadn't hung any hopes on it. But now it added to her orgasm.

Ajay continued to stare at his dick thrusting into his mother, and on making her cum before he did a second time. His hard work was about to pay off, after nearly twenty minutes of fucking his mother. He could hear that she was very close to hitting the very peak of her climax, with her guttural low noises and screams intermingled with panting for air. Sylvia's eyes were closed and her head was tilted back in full appreciation of being so highly stimulated.

Sylvia's climax peaked and she screamed long and loud, and Ajay looked up to his mother's face to see the fruits of all his work. The look on her face was what he needed to hit his own climax, and he shot hard and strong into the very end of his mother's pussy. Sylvia felt her son blow into her pussy as she began to come down from her climax, and it gave her an extra thrill to know her son was cumming in her.

As mother and son lay in each other's arms on their couch in the after glow of their first sexual coupling, they explored each other with soft loving fingers.

"That's it you know," Sylvia told Ajay and he knew exactly what she meant.

"And about time," Ajay replied, as he too gave silent thanks to Jeremy. Without Jeremy's 'little talk', Ajay knew he would not have had the courage to follow his mother's lead. 



The Clan Ch. 15



Chapter 15 - Jason

Jason and his mother Bec drove home from the camp as they had done all those many years before, chatting as the other pairs of mothers and sons were on the way home. Although Jason had the words of Jeremy ringing in his ears, he was still able to keep his focus on what his mother was saying. Bec was most interested in what the guys got up to this year, as she was every year. She had always been a mother who took a keen interest in her only child's life no matter now small or trivial, she wanted the details. Jason had always found himself having to go over what was said and done a number of times, just so Bec could have the details straight.

Jason had been able to give her more than enough detail of the previous two weeks, and just what all the boys had got up to. However, he obviously neglected to tell his mother of 'that night' and Jeremy's little talk with The Clan. Yet, he was able to give her more than enough to keep her motherly curiosity satisfied. As she listened to her son, Bec became a little teary eyed as she though once more of her deep and powerful love for her son, and its inappropriateness. This was not lost on Jason, who had guessed what the tears were for.

When they arrived home they both went into 'home coming' mode, which meant a little celebration of sorts. Bec always enjoyed showing her son how much she had missed him, and loved to have him at home. For his part Jason loved it too, because he enjoyed the fuss his mother always made over him. As Bec bustled about with the special food she had prepared, Jason knew Jeremy was probably right, but he wanted more proof. How he was going to get that proof he had no idea, but he had to have it before he would make a move on his mum.

Mother and son sat on the couch together with the food in bowls on the coffee table in front of them, and they both had their favourite drink -- vanilla Coke. The discussion from the car continued as they ate, but this time Jason was telling Bec the funny things that had happened on camp. His mother laughed at each story her son told her, and they both felt the thrill of being with each other.

Bec had remained in the clothes she had picked Jason up in, while he had changed into his favourite long short that he wore around the house. Bec was wearing a short skirt and a top that showed her midriff. Jason was surprised to see that when his mother rocked away from him with laughter, he saw her black, satin panty covered butt. At first Jason thought it was his imagination. In truth it had been an accident as Bec had just leaned too far away from her son, but when she saw his reaction and the thrill it gave her, Bec continued to reveal her most intimate clothing.

However, after about the fourth time his mother's panties were revealed, Jason could see she was doing it on purpose. Besides, each time she showed her panties, his mother would give him a quick look for his reaction. Jason knew that expression on his mother's face each time; he knew her too well. Now he had to have 'corroborating evidence' before he moved on his mother, and he just realised were he could find that evidence.

Jason thought he would sneak into his mother's room that night and look for something, anything that would support what Jeremy had said. He was desperate now to find something, because he wanted to make a move on his mother so badly now he could taste it. Jason had decided on this course of action, as he had been doing it for years. It all started when he was very young, but not young enough to believe in Father Christmas. He was looking for his Christmas presents, and he found them the first year he looked.

Jason had just crept into his mother's room as she slept and began looking, which took more than an hour and Bec hadn't woken up. He found he could be exceptionally quiet when he wanted to be. In fact Jeremy would use Jason to spy and sneak for him on camp. The two boys had a very close friendship because of it. So that night Jason would sneak into his mother's room as he had done so many times before, to see what he could find.

In the meantime, Jason enjoyed the show his mother was putting on for him, and he let her know by his long stares and appreciative, bedazzled grin. The attention from her son thrilled Bec more than she had know for many long years, and she felt the powerful urge and desire to show him more, but something prevented her. This saddened Bec a little, because she wanted to be more for her son and she wanted them to be more than just mother and son.

After they had eaten their fill, laughed themselves out and Jason had run out of camp stories, Bec announced it was time for bed. She had thought Jason would protest and want to continue their time on the couch -- especially with the show he was watching so intently, but no, Jason was more eager for bed than his mother. After their nightly ritual for bed, Jason waited in his room knowing his mother would be asleep within ten minutes as she always was. He waited twenty minutes just to be on the safe side. 

Jason silently got out of bed and crept to his mother's room, where he found the door slightly ajar as always. He pushed the door open and entered the room which was dimly lit by a small lamp she kept on in the far corner of the room. Bec liked some light if she woke during the night, although she rarely woke as Jason could attest to.

He began with his mother's tall boy draws, beginning with the bottom draws and working his way up. He found jumpers, jeans, tops, and although his mother had small nick knacks squirreled throughout her clothes, he found nothing that he could consider 'corroborating evidence'. However, when he got to his mother's top right draw he found her lingerie. Jason had deliberately left this draw to the last, because he knew what was in it after years of searching for Christmas presents. However, this time he took his time going through his mother's most intimate apparel. Her panties, bras and the like, but he lingered on her panties as he was drawn to them.

Jason quietly commented to himself on each pair of panties as he felt their texture and held them up to the half light, to see how see through they were. As he was looking at the fourth pair of his mother's panties he heard her stir, and he spun around to see if he had been found out. Bec was restless in bed and mumbling to herself. Jason watched feeling turned on as his mother moved in bed, because Bec was moving seductively -- to Jason's mind.

As though mesmerized by his mother's slow sultry movements, Jason watched while still holding the pair of her panties in his hand. He had not seen this before. Bec began to moan and sigh as she stretched her arms above her head, and then she slowly brought them back under the covers. Jason could see the path her hands took as they moved slowly but surely under the covers and down her body. He was sure he knew where they were going and moved close to his mother's bed. Sure enough Bec's hands moved to her tummy and then stopped just below. If Jason could have seen himself, he would have seen his mouth hanging open.

Now he saw the tell-tale up and down motion on his mother's hands right where her pussy would be, and he was rooted to the spot in fascination. Bec moaned and signed again, but she sounded sad, rather than being satisfied. Then to his astonishment Jason heard his mother whisper just audibly enough for him to hear,

"Oh Jason, Jason I need you."

With that his mother stopped her hands and brought them out of the covers again, while Jason stared at his mother's face because he could see tears rolling down her cheeks. Bec would usually speak incoherently while asleep, only saying words that were understood very infrequently. This was another reason Jason was stunned by what he heard; the message was clear, and so was his resolve now. He may not have been holding the proof he sort, but he certainly heard it and saw it straight from his mother. He returned her panties to her draw, and returned to his room and bed. There he pondered what he would do tomorrow, because unless the world ended that night he was going to make a move on his mother first thing in the morning. Jason would seduce Bec the next day. Once his mind was made up, he found sleep easy.

As always Bec was up before her son, but to his dismay she was dressed in her 'walking gear'. Bec was wearing tight fitting black shorts that clung to her every contour, a tee-shirt underneath a zip-up-the-front windcheater, with little white socks and expensive white and pink walking shoes. Of course, it was Saturday morning, and Bec would be walking in the national park that their property backed on to. For a few seconds Jason was crest fallen, and Bec could see he was and puzzled by it.

"Sleep well," Jason asked his mother and she nodded, trying to work out her son's expression when a though suddenly hit him.

"Can I walk with you this morning mum?"

Bec's concerns left her as her son's expression changed from gloomy to its usual brightness. Bec's heart soared at Jason's request; she just loved her son's company.

"Yeah I'd love that," she answered enthusiastically.

Jason only had to put his running shoes on, as he wasn't too concerned with how well his tee-shirt matched his long board short, which was what he was standing in. He stared at his mother's tight shorts, and could just make out the contours of her pussy -- at least he thought he could. His stare was not lost on his mother, who was pleased that her display last night had not spoiled their relation, but rather Jason seemed to want to continue with it.

Jason ran off to get his runners as Bec checked herself in her reflection in the class door of the stove. She felt a little light headed and giddy, and she knew why. Her son had not only showed an interest in her, a sexual interest, but he wanted to follow up on his interest. Her son wanted to go walking with her and she had seen the bulge of his hard, erect dick in his board shorts. She knew that she had made her son hard, a fantasy come true.

Jason literally ran back into the kitchen, ready to go walking with his mum.

"Ready whenever you are," he announced with that smile which never ceased to bring Bec to wetness, and she felt her body respond yet again to her son.

"Let's go then," she invited.

They walked out the frond door, which Bec locked behind them and headed for the national park. The park was untouched Australian bush, with its scrub and tall trees, where you could see Kangaroos most times of the year. However, neither mother nor son was interested in the flora and fauna of the bush today. As they walked to the entrance of the park some one hundred yards from their house, each was lost in their own thoughts.

Jason couldn't get over how good his mother looked, and why he hadn't noticed this fact earlier. While Bec wondered what the morning walk would bring, feeling quite sure within herself that her son had an alternative reason other than just a walk. She felt her body thrill to the thought that finally her son might make a sexual pass at her.

Bec chose the path she usually walked down and for about ten minutes they headed into the heart of the park, passing other walkers of which the older ones smiled to see a son walking with his mother. When they came to a fork Bec stopped.

"That's the way I usually go," she said pointing to the left fork.

"Were does that one go?" Jason asked nodding to the right fork.

"To a much more secluded part of the park," Bec grinned at her son.

"I usually stay on the more populated paths for safety," she continued.

"Well let's try this one then," Jason nodded to the right fork again, "you can be adventurous with me today." He grinned back at his mother as he saw the twinkle in her eye indicate she had caught his double meaning.

Without hesitation Bec moved to the right fork and Jason followed his mother, deliberately walking behind her so he could admire her butt. Owing to her tight, body hugging shorts Jason could see his mother was wearing a thong underneath and his dick hardened considerably. After a few seconds of admiring the cute butt in front of him, Jason moved next to his mother and took her hand. Bec loved her son's first attempt to express his feelings for her; now that she was quite sure Jason wanted her as no son should want his mother. She wanted to respond.

Within only a few minutes they were hidden from the path they had first chosen, as the bush around them was high and thick. 'No wonder mum doesn't come this way on her own; no one could see if anything happened to you,' Jason thought. Bec interrupted her son's thought by releasing his hand and sliding her arm around the small of his back, and so Jason responded by placing his arm around his mother shoulders.

Mother and son walked holding each other for a further few more minutes until Jason got up enough courage to take another step, and he allowed his arm to slide over his mother's shoulder. Once there he cupped her breast gently, and felt the shiver of pleasure run through her. Bec wanted to respond to every advance her son would make that morning, as an encouragement and to show him he had her permission. Yet more than that, Bec wanted more than anything for her son to take the lead, and she would follow him. At heart Bec was a shy woman, and had been shy since she was a child.

Emboldened now Jason felt like the shots were his to call; and although theirs was not text book Abbotts, their mother-son sexual relationship was about to begin with the son taking the lead and not the mother. However, in her heart of hearts Bec knew she would never had been able to take the lead, besides she preferred strong men who took control and she so wanted Jason to be her strong, leading man.

Jason was running his thumb over his mother's zip-up windcheater trying to feel her breast and nipple, but through three layers of material it was useless. However, as if reading his frustration, Bec unzipped her windcheater as they rounded a bend in the path. Her actions were understood by her son as total permission to be sexual with her, and he felt now was the time. Jason stopped and faced his mother, who was tingling with anticipation. He pulled her to him and their lips met, open and hungry for each other. It didn't feel strange for either of them, as they thought it might. Their mouths wrestled each other, and Jason couldn't hold back any longer. Any fear or trepidation he had been feeling melted away, as his mother abandoned her mouth to his. He could feel she had surrendered to him, and now she was his absolutely.

Jason took hold of his mother's shorts, pulling them down with ease even though they gave the appearance that they would be difficult. However, Jason quickly realized he had had help, from his mother. He understood that she too was as turned on as he was. With her shorts around her knees, Bec reached for her son's shorts but Jason had them down already. As she felt her son's hand cup her pussy through her white cotton thong and she spread her legs as wide as her shorts would allow, she reached for Jason's dick to find he wasn't wearing boxers.

Bec's hand was shaking as she took hold of her son's dick, and then unable to contain herself any longer she dropped to her knees. When she had been married all those years ago, she had loved to kneel in front of her man and have him fuck her mouth. Bec loved the image of being in front of her man like this. She took Jason into her mouth without any kissing or slow licking of his knob; Bec knew what she wanted, she wanted her son to fuck her mouth. Jason obliged as if knowing exactly what his mother wanted, and thrust his dick to the back of her mouth to her throat.

Bec almost came at the sensation of Jason's dick hitting the back of her throat for the first time; it just felt so right and so good. Jason had his hands on his hips which were pushed forward a little, and his mother's hands were on his butt cheeks and she pulled herself back and for, so she was fucking her own mouth with his dick. Lost in their arousal for each other, neither had an eye on the path they were on, and anyone could have discovered them. Maybe it was this knowledge that pushed Jason to such a quick and thunderous climax or the vision of his mother on her knees being fucked in the mouth by him. It didn't matter. All that mattered was he came hard, very hard and his mother slammed his dick as deep as possible into her mouth as he came.

Bec drank down her son's cum as he shot time and time again into her throat. She too hit a climax as she knelt in front of her son while he fucked her mouth, with shot after shot of warm cum pulsating into and down her throat. The whole time mother and son had stared into each other's eyes, revelling in the sight before each of them; and so their new rolls for each other were formed. There in the national park, a mother on her knees before her son as he fucked her and she being fulfilled as only she wanted to be.

Once they had finished and Bec had sucked her son dry, they kissed passionately again, pulled their shorts up and straightened their clothing, they resumed their walk. However, they didn't get more then one hundred yards when Jason once again walking behind his mother, pulled her shorts down to admire her bare butt with just her thong dividing her butt cheeks. He had been walking behind her and was desperate to see her naked from behind, especially the pussy he had fantasized about for so long.

Bec responded immediately, knowing instinctively what her son wanted. She stopped and took her shorts and thong completely off, not caring any more if someone did come up the path after them. She spread her legs for her son, giving him a great view of her clean shaven pussy lips, which were very full and open for him. Bec turned and placed her hands on the tree in front of her for support and waited patiently for her son. Jason didn't disappoint his mother.

His shorts where already off, and he was lining up his six inch iron hard dick behind his mother. Bec was so wet from their previous encounter, and so wanting to be fucked by her son that she was literally dripping wet as her pussy juices ran down her inner thighs. Jason was able to slide straight between his mother's pussy lips, and found her love tunnel was tight, but so inviting. He could feel his mother's juices slopping over his dick as he slid slowly into her, and the feeling was amazing -- for both of them.

Jason wanted to fuck his mother hard, so when he reached her full depth with an inch of dick to spare, he began a thrusting motion similar to when he fucked her mouth only minutes earlier. But this time he pushed hard into her.

"Yeah baby, fuck me hard, real hard, I love it like that," Bec encouraged her son as she loved to be fucked this way.

"Yeah you like it hard do you?" Jason questioned his mother as he slammed into her at a quickening pace, knowing he would last this time.

"Oh yeah, mummy loves to be fucked hard and she wants her beautiful son to fuck her real hard. Fuck me real hard Jason, fuck me hard baby," Bec replied through gasps of heightening sexual arousal.

They couldn't believe how good this felt as they both made noises that voiced their pleasure, derived from having sex for the first time with each other. Bec sounded a little like a steam train, as he son grunted and growled. Neither had a thought for who might come up the path and discover them, nor did they cared if they were found out or not, as mother and son together.

Bec was straining against the tree as Jason's thrusts into her boarded on violent, as he gave way to his lust. To better accommodate her son, Bec squatted a little to open herself up more to Jason's iron hard dick that filled her so completely. He changed the position of both his feet so he could drive his dick more from underneath his mother, rather than from behind. These moves increased the pleasure for both mother and son, as Bec began to hit the peak of her quickly building orgasm.




The Clan Ch. 16



Chapter 16 - Lucas

Like Josh, Lucas had heard something earlier that was now the basis for his plan to seduce his mother; or at least he hoped so. He and his mother, Jan sat and chatted easily as they always did, eating up the time and distance between the camp and home. As they chatted, Lucas formed his idea, honed and refined it until it was a simple plan. Weeks earlier Jan's mother was over, as she seemed to be most of the time for a visit, and she and Lucas' mother sat in the kitchen and gossiped mostly about the family. Lucas was sitting or rather sprawled out on the couch watching the NRL (National Rugby League) game on TV; his Sharks were playing and winning. 

In the kitchen, mother and daughter would smile to each other whenever Lucas reacted to the game, which was most of the time. The couch was positioned close to the kitchen door, and every now and then Lucas could hear snippets of conversation. Most of the time these went 'through one ear and out the other'; until he heard something that would change his life.

It was half time in the live game and Lucas could hear the two main women in his life reminiscing the times and men Jan had dated as a young woman. As each man and event was retold, there would be peals of laughter, especially from Molly, Jan's mother.

"Remember the night Greg pretended his car had broken down in the middle of nowhere?" Molly asked through her giggles.

"Ok, ok, so Greg wasn't a real winner," Jan shot back at her mother and Lucas smiled to himself.

"Most of the men you went out with weren't real winners." This brought loud laughter from Molly, but none from Jan.

"In fact your taste in men had been pretty bad," Molly pushed.

"Well I didn't have much of a role model then did I?" Jan shot back because her parents had been divorced for twenty years.

There was no laughter now from either women. Then in a hushed tone Lucas heard his grandmother say,

"Well at least we've redeemed ourselves in that one." Lucas knew she was talking about him.

"Oh you have no idea mum, he's such a dear. I don't know what I'd do without him," Jan replied just as quietly. Lucas felt himself blush.

"Well you just may have too. It won't be too long before he finds the right girl and leaves," Molly whispered. There was silence.

"Oh now don't go on so Jan. He had to leave sometime," Molly said in a comforting tone. Lucas knew his mother was crying.

"Come on, remember Graham Ashton," Molly tried to change the subject, but there was no reply.

"Oh come on dear, you remember him. He put his hand up your dress after that dance you two went to, and you had to fight really hard to get him off, remember?" Silence, but Lucas felt himself getting angry and wondering where this dickhead lived.

"How do you about that?" a shocked Jan finally asked.

"You told me," Molly said in her defence.

"No I did not mother." Molly was in trouble now; 'mother' had been used. Molly giggled and said,

"Ok, I'll have to come clean now. I use to talk to you after you got home from your dates and were asleep. You talk very freely and clearly in your sleep you know?"

"You asked me and I told you?" asked an incredulous Jan. Lucas was listening intently now.

"Oh yeah, you'd answer anything I asked... truthfully."

"MUM! You had no right to do that," Jan fumed.

"I'm sorry dear, but you did have some interesting things to tell me, and I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Bullshit mum, you're just a bloody busybody."

"You know, no matter what I asked you, or how loudly I spoke, you never woke-up?"

"You know I've always been a heavy sleeper?" Jan told her mother. Molly giggled again and brought her hand to her mouth to cover it.

"What's so funny?" Jan asked a little concerned.

"Well when I first started to talk to you when you were asleep, I tried to wake you... you know shake you and push you, quite hard sometimes, but you never woke up. So I suppose I took advantage of you. I am sorry sweetheart."

The rest of the conversation was lost to Lucas as the teams ran back on the field for the second half.

As Lucas and his mother drove home, this little piece of information from some weeks earlier formed the basis to his plan, and tonight was the night to talk to mum -- while she slept. He was very excited. On one hand he had the opportunity to ask those questions Jan would never answer, and on the other hand he hoped to find out from her if she really wanted him -- as Jeremy had said.

So when Jan came to pick Lucas up from camp, he had his plan worked out, but it meant he would have to wait until that night. Therefore, their drive home wasn't as eventful as some of the other guys. They chatted warmly as Lucas told his mother as much as he could about camp without giving the game away, and Jan filled him in on what he had missed at home. A thought occurred to Lucas as they neared their home.

"Hey mum, what sort of relationship did you have with grandma when you were my age?"

"Pretty good, but not as good as you and me; at least I think ours is a lot better," Jan answered easily.

"Why do you think ours is better?"

"Because were more open with each other. Grandma held back a lot of stuff with me that I talk to you about."

"Was she always honest with you?"

'This was a strange question', Jan thought.

"Not always, why do you ask?"

"Because I hate people who aren't honest. You know, like they aren't truthful because they're worried what others would think, or so not to hurt other people's feelings. That sort of thing. I think everyone should be truthful no matter what."

"What about other people's feelings, or where telling the truth could get someone in trouble?" Jan asked her son.

"Then you claim the 'fifth'," Lucas said without hesitation.

"Anyway, what was grandma not telling you?" he asked his mother and Jan was silent for a few seconds and then said,

"Well rather then be untruthful with me, she sneaked around to find things out instead of asking for the truth. Do you see what I mean?"

Because of what he had heard a few weeks earlier, he knew exactly what his mother was talking about.

"How did she sneak about?" Lucas asked as his mother was about to turn into their street.

"I claim the 'fifth'," Jan answered her son and they both laughed.

"It was that good was it? I must ask her what it was," Lucas threatened lightly and his mother just laughed.

Lucas and Jan walked into the house together, and once he had emptied his dirty washing in the laundry basket they sat down to have a coffee together before bed. Lucas was all a tingle, and was wide awake unlike his mother. Once her coffee was finished Jan announced she was off to bed, and Lucas said he would watch an NRL game he had recorded while on camp -- a Test Match from England, and he didn't know the score. 

Lucas found it very difficult to concentrate on the game as thoughts of what he was going to do played out in his mind. He managed to watch for an hour, convinced his mother would be sound asleep. He quietly walked down the hall to his mother's bedroom, turned the door handle without making a noise and entered. Jan was snoring softly, sleeping on her back.

Lucas had given this a great deal of thought, and now brought to mind what his grandmother said she had done to solicit information from her daughter. He quietly pulled up her make-up chair so it was pressing against his mother's bed, and he sat down. Lucas took a few seconds to savour the moment and have one last chance to collect his thoughts. He took a few deep breaths as he considered the gravity of what he was about to do, then he began.

"Jan?" He had decided to address her by name rather than as 'mum', just in case calling her 'mum' prevented her from speaking freely or, heaven forbid it woke her up.

"Yes," came her clear answer without hesitation. Lucas was thrilled.

"Are you having sex with anyone?" Lucas had decided to come straight to the point, in case his mother woke while he was asking less important questions.

"Sex with who?" Jan asked and this surprised her son.

"Anyone?"

"No." Jan was continuing to speak evenly and clearly.

"Do you wish you were?"

"Oh yes, I really miss sex and my vibator is no substitute." Jan said this so matter of fact that Lucas was momentarily lost for words.

"Do you use your hand as well as your vibrator?"

"Oh yes, I use them in tandem."

"How often do you use your hand and vibrator?" Lucas' interest had been piqued, and he wanted to know just how active his mother was.

"Well that depends. Sometimes a few times a week and sometimes a few times a day."

"What causes you to play with yourself a few times a day?" Lucas was really interested now.

"When Lucas and I've been doing a lot together." Still the even tone to her answers, and Lucas was stunned.

"Why do you play with yourself more often when your son is around you more?" Lucas was leaning forward now hanging on her answer.

"I can't tell you because it's not right, I shouldn't be thinking and feeling that way," Jan said sadly. Lucas could see the conflicting emotions on his mother's face.

"What's not right?"

"The way I think about my son, my Lucas."

"How do you think about Lucas, your son?"

"Well that's what's wrong. I love him so deeply."

"There's nothing wrong loving your son deeply."

"Yes there is, the way I do."

"Explain to me what's so wrong about the way you love your son," Lucas had to know the answer to this, and he knew this was the acid test, would his mother confirm what Jeremy had said.

"I love my Lucas more then a mother should love a son. I don't want Lucas to ever leave. I don't want him to find a woman."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to be his woman, but it can't be," Jan said very sadly and Lucas could see the tears well form the corners of her eyes.

"Do you mean you want to be his woman in all that that means, like a husband and wife?"

"Yes."

"You want to have sex with your son?"

"Yes."

"But you can't do anything about it because it's not right?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying it's not right because society says so?"

"No, I don't care what society says, because society is wrong so many times on other issues."

"Then why is it wrong?"

"Because I couldn't stand it if I hurt Lucas."

"Ah, you're afraid if you let your son know how you feel he will be offended or even horrified, and it would ruin the relationship you have with him now... is that about it?"

"Yes, that's it. I love Lucas so much, he's my whole world and I'd rather share him with another woman then never have any part of him, then have him think I was a deviate." Again Jan looked very sad, but also resigned to this scenario with her son.

"What if Lucas wanted you the same way? What if Lucas doesn't want another woman but you? What if Lucas was afraid of letting you know how he feels, fearing you would think he was a deviant?" This had been Lucas' great fear. He sweated on his mother's answer.

In Jan's face, Lucas could see a glimmer of hope.

"Oh, do you think he feels that way... you know, like I do?"

"What if Lucas was to show you how he feels about you tomorrow morning, would you accept whatever he does without rejecting him?" 

Lucas had something specific in mind to do with his mother, and it had occurred to him once Jeremy had spoken.

"If my lovely Lucas was to show me he felt the same way as I do, then I would do anything he wanted and wouldn't reject him at all," Jan said with enthusiasm and Lucas could hear the new hope in his mother's voice. 

Now his heart began to thump hard and loud in his chest, as an image flashed in his mind. An image he wanted to come true so badly, he was willing to risk everything up to this point.

"Would you like your son's dick in your mouth?" Lucas asked with nervousness in his voice.

Jan smiled seductively and licked her lips.

"I'd love to taste my son," was her quick reply.

Lucas was so excited by his mother's reply, he was afraid he would cum before he could fulfil the image in his mind -- the image of him fucking his mother's mouth. It was such a turn-on for him. However, he managed to pull his boxers down, releasing his very erect dick.

"Open your mouth," he instructed his mother, and Jan complied immediately, and opened her mouth wide.

Lucas had to straddle his mother's bed with one leg, and as his weight pushed the bed down he was concerned it might wake her. He need not have been concerned as Jan continued to sleep. Lucas with one foot on the floor and the other on the far side of his mother brought his dick to her open mouth.

He placed his knob on his mother's lips, and the magnificent feeling of her mouth on his dick, again nearly made him cum, but with a great effort he restrained himself.

Jan hungrily sucked her son's knob and half his shaft into her mouth, and again a wave of unbelievable pleasure swept through Lucas. His mother moaned in sexual appreciation at the sensation of her son's dick in her mouth, and she sucked lovingly on him. 

Lucas wanted to fuck his mother's mouth, rather then have her suck him off, so he began a slow thrusting motion with his hips, to let her know what he wanted, and Jan released her tight grip on his dick. Now he was able to slide his dick back and forth in his mother's mouth.

Jan began to moan again, and more loudly as the sensation of her son fucking her mouth greatly stimulated her. She brought her hands to her son's hips, in a subconscious guiding action.

Lucas increased his thrusting as he felt his climax race toward its inevitable conclusion. It was then that he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked over to his mother's dressing table. He saw himself fucking his mother's mouth in her dressing table mirror, and the sight was so much more then he had imagined.

Seeing himself was too much for Lucas and he was about to blow his load into his mother's mouth, as a reflex action Jan held him in her mouth as he came. She swallowed down all his cum as he shot time after time into her mouth as part of her reflex action, and as she did, Jan experienced a mild orgasm of her own. When Lucas had finished cumming in his mother's mouth, Jan continued to hold him there and sucked on his knob which fully clean her son's shaft of cum.

Lucas had tried terribly hard not to thrash around too much when he was cumming, so as not to wake his mother. However, he wondered to himself if she was really asleep. 'How could anyone have slept through that', he had asked himself as he stood up straight. Jan's mouth was clean and showed no signs of what they had just done.

"Now sleep soundly Jan, because tomorrow is a new day for you and your son," Lucas told his mother and watched as she returned to deeper sleep and once again was snoring softly. 

Lucas was tempted to climb in bed with his mother now, but wanted tomorrow to be special, so he replaced her make-up chair and returned to his room. He found it difficult to fall asleep as the image of him fucking his mother's mouth played in his mind, tantalizing him. Some time in the early hours of the morning Lucas fell asleep. However, he had remembered to put his alarm on for 7.00 in the morning.

When the alarm went off Saturday morning and Lucas slowly rose from deep sleep to consciousness, his mind slowly remembered the night before and he smiled to himself. 'What would his mother do today?' he wondered. Lucas sprung out of bed and quickly dressed in his long, light basketball shorts -- not that he played the game he just like the feel of the light thin material; he was a very tactile person. A yellow singlet finished of his ensemble. He walked into the kitchen as normally as he could; at least he thought he was acting normal.

"Morning mum," he greeted his mother.

He watched her closely to see if her mood, expressions or body language would tell him she knew what he did the night before, but Jan seemed her usual self. She turned to her son with a wide smile. Jan was wearing a thin summer dress in a flower print that had straps over the shoulder with a low neck line, showing a fair amount of cleavage and it was very short.

"Morning love, how did you sleep?" 

'No, there was something in her expression', thought Lucas and his balls turned to ice.

"Like a log mum, what about yourself?" This could be a dangerous question.

"I slept really well too," Jan told her son and walked over to him and lifted her hand to play with Lucas' hair, and there was that look on her face again. It was enigmatic, so hard to read.

Jan looked deep into her son's eyes and smiled broadly again. This time Lucas decided to be bold and take the lead, and he put his arms around his mother's waist and she stepped into his embrace. There was now only inches between mother and son, as he returned her searching look. Lucas waited for his mother to take the next step.

"I dreamed about you last night," his mother told him in just above a whisper that was both seductive and inviting. Lucas held his nerve,

"Did you? And was I good?" He too lowered his voice.

"Ooh yes, you were wonderful," Jan replied seductively and bent forward to kiss her son on the lips.

As their lips met, Lucas opened his mouth a little and his mother immediately did the same, and their tongues explored each other. Jan had served, Lucas had returned and then so had his mother. Now the ball was in his court, and he was going to go for broke. Lucas moved his hands down the small of his mother's back and onto her butt, but Jan didn't flinch as they continued to kiss passionately. He kneaded his mother's butt cheeks and Jan dropped her hands also to fondle her son's butt. They pulled each other into a stronger and closer embrace, and Jan shifted her wait by spreading her feet wide. Lucas took this as an obvious invitation and took it, by sliding his right hand around her left butt cheek and past the hem of her short dress.

Lucas' hand moved under his mother's dress to cup her panty clad butt cheek, and then moved between her thighs to her panty clad pussy mound. Jan moaned as her son touched her pussy through her panties, but she was not going to be a passive participant and drove both her hands into the back of Lucas' shorts. Now mother and son were caressing each others butts as they kissed. It was Jan who broke their lip lock, to look at her son.

"Come on baby let's do this properly," and she nodded toward the lounge room.

That was the beginning of their new relationship with each other, as man and woman, but also mother and son. 'Jeremy had been right', Lucas told himself as his mother led him to their big couch in the lounge room.



The Clan Ch. 17



Chapter 17 - Max

The drive home and the following night was uneventful for Max and his mother Linda, because he saw no signs and was too afraid to take the lead. Just before he want to bed a little dejected, Linda told her son that they would be visiting her parents the next day - Saturday. Max knew this would be an all day thing, as it always was and knew Saturday would be a write-off in trying to seduce his mother. So as he lay in bed trying to fall asleep he cursed going to his grandparents, because he had built up his resolve to act on any signs his mother may give him and he didn't want any space between his build up and acting on it.

Max had always thought his mother was special, although he realized most of the guys thought this way toward their mums. But for Max there was something special about Linda, and he had known it all his life. He so wanted to fuck her, it sometimes hurt. Although he was always thankful she had never dated, or even had men over to the house. No, Linda was special and Max had always felt she had treated him differently from other mothers and sons, more like her best friend.

Linda too was thinking and couldn't sleep. She had seen something in her son's eyes she hadn't seen in him before, but she had seen it before somewhere else, and now she was wondered where. Then it cam to her; she had seen that look in men who lusted after her over the years. Her son was lusting after her, she told herself with a smile. 'About time', she thought and turned over to find sleep a lot easier now.

Linda had been waiting for this from her son, so now she had to decide how to proceed because she wanted Max. She thought about how she could indicate her desire to him, so he would understand and yet not be frightened off. Linda would sleep on it, as she did with most of her problems.

The next morning brought nothing out of the ordinary for mother and son, and after breakfast Linda drove them the twenty kilometres to her parents' house. Within no time they were warmly welcomed in their house and ensconced in their usual seats. Grandma and grandpa sat next to each other on their couch, while Linda sat in an arm chair to their left because that was grandma's good side and Max opposite his mother at the far end of the very low coffee table.

Linda had decided now was the time to see if her son was ready to enter a whole new relationship with her, and Max was waiting for his mother to make the moves first. He was more than ready to follow his mother, and Linda wanted her son so much. She devised in her mind a serious of actions to first grab her son's attention, and then to up the ante until the inevitable. Linda watched her son and knew now was the time, hoping Max would respond positively.

Max sat bored after the obligatory small talk that involved everything he may have been interested in, until the conversation steered inevitably to the distant relatives. After about ten minutes and the conversation had moved to some of the more obscure relatives, Linda looked down the coffee table at her son. Jason gave his mother a gentle smile and raised his eyebrows at his grandparents, and Linda gave her son a 'thank-you' smile and mouthed a kiss at him. Max mouthed a kiss back, much to his mother's surprise as he had never returned her overt shows of affection before.

As her parents continued to talk about their relatives, Linda blushed just the slightest of red at her son's response, which was not lost on Max. She also felt a little daring now, so she poked her tongue out just a tiny bit. Max was quick to respond when her poked his tongue out a little further, and then waggled it as if her were licking something from side to side, and then grinned at her. 

Now Linda blushed even more, but felt herself becoming aroused by her son's action. He had been responsible for arousing his mother in the past, but it was unbeknown to him. Linda felt very daring now, even in front of her parents, but than again that just heightened her arousal. Would she do what she wanted to do with her son, and in front of her parents -- oh the thrill of it.

Linda gave a wink at Max and then glanced down at her lap and he followed her eyes, to where he saw his mother spreading her legs a little so he could see up her little skirt. However, he couldn't see to her panties. Max was both thrilled and crest fallen, because of what his mother had indicated to him and yet he couldn't see the one thing he wanted to. So he looked at Linda as she glanced away from her father who was speaking, and cocked his eyebrow at her and shrugged to ask 'what am I looking at?' Linda guessed her son's questioning look and smiled at him.

She turned her left foot on its side, so her outside ankle was flat on the floor; then stood her right foot on the inside left ankle. This elevated her right leg about five inches off the floor, five inches higher then her left, opening up her legs. Then she slowly swung her right knee outward, opening her legs even further. As she did she slowly exposed her panties to her son, and she watched out of the corner of her eye to she her son gasp quietly as he watched the beautiful show unfold.

Max looked up at his mother who glanced at him and mouthed 'thank-you', as he could see his mother's yellow panties tightly enclosed around her bulging pussy. Linda felt so wicked exposing her panties to her son, and in front of her parents -- who were totally oblivious as they talked away. Because Linda had been so slow in her movements, and both she and Max were careful as they communicated, her parents saw and heard nothing of the exchange between their daughter and her son.

Linda had made her moves while still talking to her parents, and as they were slow moves they had not attracted the attention of her parents. While Max's focus on what his mother was slowly showing him was covered from his grandparents, as they were focused on his mother and had their backs turned slightly to him. So now mother and son could share this most intimate of moments in front of the older couple without their knowledge. It was a case of taking advantage of a situation, which both mother and son were enjoying to its fullest.

With a clear view of his mother's bulging panties Max waited for her to sneak him a look, and when she did he meaningfully grabbed and squeezed his crotch -- doing his best Michael Jackson impersonation. He wanted to leave his mother in no doubt that he was up for whatever she wanted, and he knew she wanted him now. As soon as Max grabbed himself and Linda saw him, she blushed even deeper and felt her pussy respond to her son. She had to do something.

"Mum, let's make a cuppa?" she suggested and her mother nodded.

"Good, I could do with a break," her father said, and they all knew he meant a toilet break -- old man syndrome.

As Linda rose to follow her mother onto the kitchen she looked at her son and asked,

"Coming to help Max?"

Max nodded, but was curious as his mother used such times in the kitchen with her mother for 'girl talk'. He seemed to understand something else was implied in his mother's invitation, and it had something to do with her display. Enthusiastically Max followed his mother into the kitchen, and as he did Linda lifted the back of her skirt for him to see her yellow panty covered butt; and although a little big as it was, he was really aroused. Max took further courage from his mother's action and grabbed a handful of her butt, and Linda pushed back a little.

Max released his mother just as they entered the kitchen, but Linda was determined that she was not finished with her son just yet. As the three generations of the one family busied themselves with the teas and coffees, mother and son played a secret game of show and feel. Every time Linda could see her mother was blind-spotted she flashed her panties, and Max would quickly feel-up his mother, by caressing her panties as she flashed them. Max could feel his mother had very little pubic hair beneath her panties.

He couldn't believe what was happening, it had had happened so quickly, but then again when two people lust for each other that's usually the case. Max now wanted to look and feel inside his mother's panties, and have her hand and mouth around his dick. The odd thing was he felt no nagging guilt or revulsion toward what he wanted to do with his mother, and it was fairly obvious Linda felt the same.

Grandpa came back to the lounge room as grandma, Linda and Max finished with the morning tea. The four family members sat once again around the low coffee table, but this time Max was given a complete and continual view up his mother's skirt. So every time he looked, he could see her yellow panties bulging between her legs. He continued to give his mother the crotch grab, hoping she understood his dick was hers -- anytime she wanted. However, Max's dick had been achingly hard for more than fifteen minutes now and he wanted relief, so he excused himself to go to the toilet. He intended to wank himself to ease the pressure as it were. Unbeknown to him his mother followed him a few seconds after him, leaving her parents to chat aimlessly to each other. Linda knew she could count on her parents not to come looking for them.

Yet, Linda needed a reason to follow her son, knowing what he needed to do.

"I need to talk to Max. You know a mother and son talk. He needs to be told a few home truths."

Her parents nodded knowingly believing their daughter needed to discipline her son about something.

As Max entered the bathroom that housed the toilet, his mother pushed against the door and entered as he was about to close it. Max looked her and could see her intention in her eyes, so he backed away to let her in. Linda took no time for any preliminaries as she shut the door behind her, then turned and pulled her son's jeans and boxers down and dropped to her knees. Her sigh to see her son's dick spring from its imprisonment thrilled Max no end.

As a woman starved, Linda greedily engulfed her son's dick and sucked him deep into her mouth, sucked strongly on his whole manhood for a few times and then drew back. The sensation for Max was unbelievable, as it was for his mother. They both found themselves caught up their lust for the other. 

Linda now sucked on her son's knob like it was an all-day-sucker, savouring the taste of her Max. For his part, it was a dream come true for Max. He had been fantasizing about his mother. However, it didn't last long enough for either, as Max was so highly charged sexually he blew his load of cum into his mother's mouth within only a couple of minutes. Max tried hard to keep as quiet as possible as he climaxed like he never had before. 'This sure beats my hand', he told himself, as he watched his mother swallow all his cum down.

Yet, Linda didn't ease up and continued to slurp away on her son's semi hard dick, which soon became hard once more. Now that he was rock hard again, she took him deep into her mouth and to the back of her throat, but Max had other ideas. He wanted to see what was in his mother's panties, so he reached down and lifted her by the arms to stand in front of him. Linda seemed to know what he wanted and raised her skirt, to show him her yellow panties in their entirety. They were close fitting as Linda liked, but large which Max thought odd.

No sooner had Max looked down at his mother's panties, then he took hold of their wide sides and pulled them down in one swift movement. Linda stepped out of them and then sat on the vanity bench, spreading her legs and opening her shaved swollen pussy for her son. Max feasted his eyes on his mother's beautiful lips and folds, as Linda began to fondle herself. She caressed her clit first and then using her own pussy juices she slid her fingers over her lips and then into her love tunnel. Max was mesmerized as he watched his mother masturbate. Subconsciously he began to slide his hand up and down his dick, as he moved between his mother's open and inviting legs.

Linda reached for and took hold of her son's hard dick, gently pulling it to the entrance of her love tunnel. His knob touched her pussy, pushed passed her lips and began to slide into her love tunnel, and Linda let out another long sigh. It just felt so good she couldn't help but tell him.

"Oh yeah Max, that's it, that's it, just like that, nice and so, deep and slow Max, deep and slow."

Of course Max did as his mother told him, because he wanted to please her and also learn from her. He put his hands on her hips and pushed deep into her, then pulled back a little and thrust slowly deep into his mother again. Linda was watching her son the whole time and reached for him, pulling him into her arms where their lips met in a soft kiss. However, their kiss soon developed into a passionate, mouth open, tongues exploring kiss that no mother and son should do. The whole time Max kept up his thrusting into his mother, and Linda could feel her orgasm build by her son's slow and tender fucking technique.

Suddenly, Linda felt herself come to the brink of her orgasm. She released Max's mouth and pulled him into a tight hug, as she pulled him deep into her love tunnel, as deep as she could have him. There he felt her flood his dick with her love juices as she came, hugging him tighter and screaming her sexual fulfilment into his shoulder. Linda's body shuddered and convulsed as her climax literally rocked her world. When she was beginning to come down Max began to thrust quickly into her, and her juices began to pour out of her pussy. Max wanted to come again and within seconds did so, as his mother continued to hold him close. He shot his cum a second time into his mother, but couldn't decide if it was better then in her mouth.

Once mother and son finished their orgasms Max slid his dick out of his mother's pussy, and they both watched as their cum oozed out from between her pussy lips and dripped onto the bench and then the floor. They looked at each other and giggled. Linda hopped off the bench and she and Max cleaned themselves, the bench and floor before replacing their clothes. Once they were sure all was right in her parent's bathroom they returned to the lounge room.

"You two took your time," grandma observed.

"Yes, Max and I had a few things to sort out, didn't we?" Linda asked Max for confirmation and he nodded with a grin.

Mother and son resumed their seats with Linda resumed to expose herself to her son, and to Max's delight Linda had pulled her panties to one side so he could see her pussy the rest of the day. Life had changed for both Linda and Max, and neither would have it any other way. That day Max thought of Jeremy and smiled. He had followed his mother and found what he was looking for in life, although it would be some years for him to realise this. Mother and son had found that special person in each other, something they would never had thought.



The Clan Ch. 18



Chapter 18 - Anthony

Anthony sat in his room staring at the ceiling and wondering what to do. His mother Brenda had picked him up from camp, driven him home, said good-night and gone to bed. During the whole time, from pick-up to good-night Anthony had watched and waited, but no signs were given by his mother. He sighed as he looked at his ceiling and wondered what he could do to start things off with his mother. Mind you, he was beginning to question Jeremy's theory, at least where his mother was concerned. Brenda just didn't seem to give any indication that she was sexually interested in her eighteen year old son at all. Finally sleep came to Anthony, and as he slept his mind worked on the problem at hand.

When Anthony woke the next morning, a fully developed plan was waiting for him to discover in his mind. It was just what he needed he told himself, as he tried to pick holes in it. Although he could find fault with his plan, he plugged them just as quickly as he found them. This was a great idea he told himself as he lay there admiring the ceiling. It would allow him to jump start something with his mother, but if she wasn't on the wavelength Jeremy said she would be, then no harm would come. A perfect plan all round!

Anthony jumped off his bed having slept on top of the covers last night, and bounded out of his bedroom and down the passage to the kitchen where he knew he would find his mother. As always Brenda was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping her Earl Grey tea.

"Hey mum I've had a great idea," Anthony greeted his mother, who looked up with one of her indulgent smiles for her son.

"Oh, and what is it this time," she asked a little sarcastically, as Anthony was famous within their family for his big plans and ideas.

"Let's go out tonight to a restaurant, you know something nice for the two of us," he proposed to his mother.

Brenda was taken aback considerably; this was not like her son, what had gotten into him. Yet, even as she thought this she also felt a quiver of excitement to think her son had though of them doing something like this together.

"What's brought this on?" she asked with a grin to show she wasn't opposed to the idea.

"Well you never go out on dates or anything, so I thought we could do something like that. Just you and me, because we like to do stuff together and I thought it would be nice if I took you out."

Anthony held his breath as his mother considered his proposal, and then much to his relief she smiled that same indulgent smile that told him she had accepted his idea.

"Yeah, ok," she began and then had a naughty little thought.

"But if we go out, you know as you said like a date, then you have to take me out like a date."

Brenda wasn't sure she knew what she meant herself, but Anthony's face lit-up and he nodded.

"Oh yeah, all the trimmings like," he replied as his mind raced ahead to the possibilities he could see. This was working out beautifully he told himself.

"You dress in what makes you feel good, you know what makes you feel real nice and I'll dress to impress," Anthony told his mother and now she was beaming as she could see the possibilities in her mind's eye. Then a thought occurred to her.

"What would you like me to wear, seeing as how you're taking me out?"

For the first time in his life Anthony could see a wicked glint in his mother's eyes, and her smile looked cheeky, even naughty. He thought fast, but he knew what he liked his own mother in.

"Well that's easy," he said with a smile as naughty as his mother's.

"That white skirt of yours and the red top with the low neckline," he told her, thinking he may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.

But Brenda's naughty smile just got naughtier when she heard her son's request.

"Ok, but you have to wear the nice trousers I bought you and you never wear, you know the black ones that look so good on you."

Anthony could have sworn he heard his mother linger over the 'so good' as she gave him her instructions on his clothes for the evening. That was what he was hoping to hear, and it told him Jeremy may just have been right after all.

"And that lovely polo shirt your grandmother gave to you for your birthday and you've never worn."

Anthony's mind gave him a mental picture of what his mother wanted and as it did he could see why she had requested these clothes, they made him look more mature, sophisticated and they did show off his tall hard body. He grinned at his mother.

"No worries mum, just as you ask, but remember, you have to dress to make yourself feel special, you know sexy." Again he held his breath, but his mother only smiled that naughty smile of hers and said.

"Oh I know what to wear to impress a young man."

With that mother and son hardly saw each other for the rest of the day, as they went about their usual Saturday rituals; mind you Brenda began to get ready at 4.00 that afternoon for a 6.00 leave for dinner that night. Anthony followed his mother into the bathroom once she had finished. He did everything he could think of to make himself as presentable as possible for her. When he was finished half an hour later, he was pleasantly surprised at how well he had scrubbed up. However, he now had thirty minutes to wait for his mother, so he sat on the couch and waited.

When Brenda finally immerged from her bedroom and presented herself before her son, Anthony was gob-smacked. Brenda, in his eyes was drop-dead-gorgeous, and she was impressed at his reaction. Yes, her son was all grown up. She was wearing her red top with the low neckline, and did it show some cleavage; along with her little white skirt, and Anthony had forgotten just how short it was. He stood, and now it was Brenda's turn to be impressed. In his black trousers and white polo Anthony looked extremely handsome to his mother, and she was even more impressed at how well his young hard body was enhanced by his clothing.

"Mum you look fantastic, you really do." 

Brenda could see her son meant every word by his expression. She found herself enjoying the impact on her son, knowing she had impressed him.

"I'm so proud of you mum, when I look at you like this, you just look so good."

Anthony was caught up is his feelings for his mother, because how she was dressed was arousing him.

"I'm such a lucky son to have you as my date tonight; I'll be the envy of all the men at the restaurant. I'm so proud of you."

"You've already told me that," Brenda told her son in a soft voice he rarely heard her use with him.

Anthony could see his words and reaction had had an affect on his mother, as her expression could only be described at sultry and she looked a little flushed. 'That's the key,' thought Anthony, and he decided to keep the compliments coming all the way to the restaurant. He offered his arm to his mother, because he believed that's what she would want her date should do. Brenda took her son's arm and her sultry look deepened as she looked into his eyes, Anthony beamed at her.

"Shall we?" Anthony asked and led her to the front door and out of the house.

"Man you look so beautiful, and to think I'm your date for tonight. Man am I lucky," Anthony continued his earlier stream of compliments. He suddenly felt more daring.

"To think I'm your man for tonight. Life doesn't get much better than this," he finished watching his mother's expression the whole time.

Anthony noticed his mother was sort of squirming on the spot as they stood arm in arm, and he smiled to himself.

"Come on, before you embarrass your old mum to death," Brenda reminded him. Anthony's expression suddenly became very serious and determined.

"Mum you're not old and you are beautiful," he emphasized as he looked deep into her eyes and Brenda could see just how much he believed this.

"I am very proud to go with you tonight, and I can't think who else I'd rather go with."

Anthony had watched his mother closely as he said all this, without trying to be too obvious about it. Brenda seemed to melt a little at her son's words, delivered with such conviction. She leaned a bit closer to him, her breathing was deeper and faster and her eyes took on a dreamy quality. Anthony was certain now; this was the key to his mum.

"Let's go beautiful," Anthony whispered to his mum.

As Brenda drove them to the restaurant Anthony had booked earlier, his eye continued to stray to her thighs and short skirt. However, Brenda did a wonderful job retaining her modesty and dignity all through the trip, and even when she stepped out of the car. Although impressed, Anthony was really hoping to see more, a lot more. However, his plan was being realized beautifully. During their time in the car Anthony had kept the talk light, he was waiting for when they were in the restaurant before continuing his flow of compliments.

Once in the restaurant and seated at a table against the wall, as Anthony had requested in his booking, mother and son began to chat about nothing in particular. However, Anthony punctuated their conversation with compliments, and his mother's dreamy, sultry look returned.

The restaurant was mostly full, and the crowd brought the noise level up considerably. Therefore, Brenda and Anthony had to lean toward each other to hear and to be heard. Eventually, Brenda moved her chair closer to her son, making the distance between them virtually non-existent. The closeness also allowed Anthony an unobscured view of the top of his mother's thighs, as her skirt continued to creep up as they sat and talked. Brenda had been adjusting it for the first ten minutes of being seated, each time it threatened to display to her son more than she was willing for him to see. However, now as it crept, Brenda made no attempt to hide herself from her son. Anthony knew he only had to wait. And then the waiter came and covered the focus of Anthony's desire with his mother's napkin, as he wrote their orders.

They ordered their entrées, and Anthony knew he had to try to steer the conversation onto more titillating subjects, if he had any hope of seducing his mother. Brenda seemed very open to discuss anything her son ventured, until half way through their entrees Anthony thought the time was right. For a young man his age Anthony appeared far more mature than his years, and now he brought all his knowledge he had gleaned from Jeremy's DVDs to the conversation.

"So mum, do you feel good tonight?" It seemed an innocent question.

"Yeah, I do thanks love," Brenda answered with a smile, and she did seem to be enjoying herself.

"Do you feel sexy tonight?"

"Yeah, I do," his mother replied in voice that had a hint of sultriness to it.

"And why do you feel sexy mum?" Anthony asked as he deliberately licked his fork suggestively for his mother to see.

This was not lost on Brenda at all, who couldn't help but smile at her son's action, and squirm subconsciously on her chair much to Anthony's delight.

"Oh the nice invitation from my handsome son, taking my time getting ready, this lovely restaurant, you know that sort of thing," Brenda ventured, but Anthony thought his mother had more to tell so he pressed.

"What else is making you feel sexy tonight, because there are other things aren't there?"

"Oh the fact that you asked me to wear this top and skirt," his mother replied without hesitation and she was just the slightest shade of red.

"You enjoy me asking you to wear them?"

"Yeah I do," Brenda said, becoming a little more red.

"Why, do they make you feel sexy?" Anthony didn't take his eye off her face.

"Well because you care about me to ask, and this skirt especially makes me feel sexy... it always does."

Anthony quickly glanced down to his mother's lap, and he had to restrain himself from making a sound of surprise. She had pulled her napkin up high on her tummy and her skirt had ridden up unchecked, so now he could see her panties; just the slightest of glimpses, but he could see the sheer material.

"What else is making you feel sexy?" he continued to press his mother as she finally finished her entrée. Anthony had finished minutes earlier.

Brenda looked up at her son, and she definitely had a grin of challenge on her mouth.

"Whatever do you mean?"

Her tone was enough to tell her son to continue his line of questions. Anthony had no qualms being more explicit, he was very aroused as the stiffness in his nice black trousers could testify.

"Do you have sexy panties on?" 

He held his breath, but Brenda didn't pause in her answer.

"Yes, I do," she said with that sultry hint in her voice again, staring into her son's eyes. 

There was her challenge again, as if to ask 'can you really handle this?'

Just before Anthony could question his mother further the waiter arrived to collect their dishes, and Brenda discretely slid her napkin down. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife as the waiter seemed to take an age to clear away the empty plates. Once he was out of ear shot Anthony looked at his mother as she slid her napkin back up and he whispered to her,

"So why do your panties make you feel sexy?" 

His heart was pounding as his blood pumped loudly in his ears.

"Because my panties are snug fitting and sheer, and when I wear them I feel very sexy," Brenda whispered her explanation and squirmed on her chair again. 

Anthony was looking from his mother's face to her lap, as she deliberately exposed her panties to him.

"Did you look at yourself in you full length mirror after you put them on?"

"Yes, I wanted to see if they still looked good on me."

"Do they?"

"Yes they do."

"Did you feel how nice they felt on you as you looked at yourself?"

"Yes I did."

"Tell me about it mum, what did you do?"

Brenda was breathing harder now, as her son's whispered questions had aroused her greatly -- and she liked it. Her question had been answered; her son was up for this. Brenda was feeling light headed, but was thrilled by her son's attention and where he was steering the conversation. She felt alive, appreciated and desire for the first time since... well it had been a very long time.

"I stood just in my panties and looked at my body. I was pleased to see my titties are still firm," she confessed to her son in a breathless whisper.

"Did you touch yourself?" was her son's next whispered question, and Brenda knew it was coming

As Brenda looked away to gather her thoughts Anthony quickly glanced into her lap, and this time far more of his mother's sheer panties were showing. He could just make out the shape of her pussy, and was sure he could see skin beneath the material of her panties. Before Brenda looked back at her son his eyes returned to her face, but he had to force himself to tear his eyes from the beautiful sight in her lap. She looked back into his eyes and spoke.

"That's not a question a son should be asking his mother," she stalled for time.

"But I'm asking you mum. Did you touch yourself," was his whispered reply; he would not be put off and Brenda knew it.

She could feel her body responding to her son's questions, betraying her otherwise strong sense of right and wrong -- although even there in that part of her mind, she was finding reasons to say yes. Deep inside, Brenda had always known that this could happen, and now it was she who wasn't quite sure what to do. Her whole being was beginning to sing from the same hymn sheet.

"Yes," was Brenda's one word reply, because she was afraid of what she might blurt out.

"Tell me what you did mum?" whispered her son and his voice mesmerized her.

"You had better know what you're doing if you start this," Brenda told her son and he smiled.

"I want you as my lady for the rest of our lives," was his serious, whispered reply, and by his expression Brenda was left in no doubt that he was indeed serious. 

That pushed her over the edge of doubt.

Brenda preceded to tell her eighteen year old son, who seemed so much older tonight everything; how she touched her titties (as she referred to them), rubbed her hand over her panties before sliding it into them. Anthony asked his mother if she was thinking of anyone while touching herself, and she had no moral dilemma telling him she was thinking of her own son -- Anthony. He smiled at his mum and looked down at her hand in her lap, to see she was gently stroking her pussy through her panties.

"Does that feel good mum?"

"Oh yesss," his mother answered as she too looked into her lap to see her fingers gently raking over her panties, and without hesitation she spread her legs to reveal more of her bulging pussy.

"You like touching yourself in front of me don't you?" Anthony whispered.

"Oh yesss," his mother whispered back as her right hand moved slowly over her panties.

Anthony took a quick look around the restaurant to make sure they were not being watched, and the waiter wasn't coming. The coast was clear, so his eyes darted straight back to his mother's lap. There he saw her fingers still lightly raking over her panties and between her legs. Brenda watched her son's face as he watched her touch herself for him. They looked into each others eyes for about a minute, although it seemed much shorter when Anthony saw the waiter out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his mother's napkin over her exposed panties and her hand without drawing attention. Brenda managed to stop touching herself as the waiter served them their main course.

Mother and son ate quickly in silence, looking at each other like little kids who were sharing a secret -- which they were. Their meal together, in this now new relationship between mother and son went quickly. Brenda ceased playing with her pussy knowing she was so aroused she might embarrass herself, and Anthony was glad she did in case he embarrassed himself. Neither of them wanted to cum in the crowded restaurant; they wanted to cum with each other at their home. As soon as they were finished Anthony called for the cheque and Brenda paid it. They were out of the restaurant in double quick time and on the road home just as quickly. They spoke little in the car, each in their own day-dream of the other. Both knew what they were going to do when they got home.

Once inside their front door and it was shut securely behind them, Brenda turned to her son and grabbed him.

"Baby, you'd better be up for this because you've got mummy all turned on and I need you to fuck me long and hard."

Anthony gently pushed his mother against the wall next to the front door, turned on the hall light illuminating them both clearly and then spoke to her like he had before -- in a confident whisper.

"Lift up your skirt and show me your panties mum," his voice was filled with authority and tinged with demand. 

Brenda was taken aback by her son's tone, to the extent she felt slightly intimidated. In her aroused state it turned her on all the more. She reached slowly to the hem of her skirt and lifted just as slowly, exposing her panties to her son.

"That's it mum, show your son your panties. You denied me a proper look in the restaurant, don't ever do that again... will you?" 

His voice was so commanding, Brenda didn't want to deny her son anything -- ever. She slowly nodded her head in agreement.

"No mum, tell me," his voice was so commanding.

"I'll never deny you son, never."

Brenda was panting now and squirming against the wall as she held her skirt up. Anthony stared at his mother's panties.

"What won't you deny me mum, tell me, tell me everything," and he moved a little closer to her.

His words and movement caused his mother to squirm all the more and moan at his orders.

"I'll never deny you looking at my panties, never."

"Touch yourself mum, show your son how you touch yourself and tell me what you're doing," her son continued to order her.




The Clan Ch. 19



Chapter 19 - Nathan

It was the sixth night after uni had started again -- a Saturday night, and Nathan lay on his bed one knee up and the other crossed over it. He was staring at the ceiling, in a mild panic -- scratch that, he was in a complete panic. Nathan was never able to initiate things for himself; he had always been a good follower. And where his mother was concerned, Nathan was dominated by her. Not in a destructive way, but Carol has a very strong personality and her son had learned from a young age to just fall in step behind her.

Now he lay there knowing that on Monday night he was probably going to be the only guy who had failed, but not because he didn't want his mother. If the truth be knew, he had always followed her lead because he lover her so much and knew it pleased her when he followed. Add to this the little talk by Jeremy, that had set off fireworks in his mind the possibilities he could see with his mother, and man did he want to experience the fireworks with her. But even in this, he couldn't initiate anything with her. He wanted to be her lover so badly, he had cried himself to sleep on a number of nights since his return from camp. What a sook!

Nathan heard the phone ring and his mother answer it; it was Corey's mum Sonja who had been close friends with Carol, until Sonja had become addicted to the pokies (slot machines). His balls and stomach froze to solid ice, because he knew what Sonja was ringing about -- she and Corey, and their new relationship. Then he heard the words he was dreading to hear.

"No, Nathan didn't tell me anything out of the ordinary."

Silence.

"Oh, he had something very special to tell me?"

Silence.

"Just a sec Sonja... Nathan, come here," Carol ordered her son.

Nathan got off his bed slowly, and walked just as slowly into the family room where his mother was sitting on the couch holding the portable phone in one and her other hand was over the mouth piece. As he walked in she was waiting for him and pointed to the space next to her on the couch. Carol then sat into the corner of the couch so she could keep an eye on her son, as Nathan slumped next to her.

"Sonja, I'll just put you on the speaker, Nathan is here and I think he should hear this with me," his mother told her friend coolly.

Carol pushed the speaker button and then returned the phone to its cradle, and sat straight backed in the corner of the couch to be much taller than her son. There had been some talk in their family that Nathan should have been a jockey, but he was too afraid of horses. Yet, Carol was tall for a woman at 5' 10", while Nathan was only 5' 2".

"Ok Sonja go ahead."

"Hello Nathan," Sonja said.

"Hello Mrs. Marsh."

"Hi Nate," Corey chimed in.

"His name is Nathan, Corey if you could please remember to call him by the name I gave him," Carol instructed the young man on the other end of the phone. 

Then in a controlled voice Corey replied to the instruction.

"Mrs. Sawyer, everyone except you calls him Nate, even Nate calls himself Nate. I wonder why you don't."

Nathan could see his mother felt challenged, but Sonja intervened before her son and her once closest friend could begin to argue.

"Now we're not here to discuss that, but what the guys discussed on the last night of camp and how it affects us. Ok Carol, and you too Corey." Corey grunted.

"So Sonja what did Nathan have to tell me?" Carol asked without agreeing to anything.

"Well before we begin with that, tell me Carol, are you still lonely?"

Carol rolled her eyes at her son as if to say, 'here we go again'.

"I'm ok," was Carol's short reply, but Nathan could see by her expression this wasn't the case.

"Come on Carol, be honest. You are, aren't you? You use to tell me how lonely you were, but that there was one thing in your life that always gave you joy and sometimes even thrilled you."

Carol's expression changed just a little, as she looked sobered by her friend's words.

"Yes alright Sonja, but what's this got to do with my son?"

"It has everything to do with Nathan. Carol, like me you're never dated and never had a new man in your life, have you?"

Carol looked at her son as they listened to Sonja.

"You know I haven't and you why I haven't. For the same reason you didn't, we had something more important to do with our time. We had our sons to think of," Carol's expression was becoming softer as she stared at Nathan.

"But you were lonely weren't you? You would tell me how empty you felt at times, but were prepared to put up with that for Nathan, didn't you?"

Carol stared at her son as she answered and Nathan could see her eyes were glistening.

"We both felt the same emptiness, but knew we couldn't fill it because of our sons. They need us."

Nathan nodded at his mother and she actually smiled at him, as her eyes began to glisten.

"You still feel the emptiness, and you ach to have it filled, don't you?"

As Sonja probed, Carol squirmed a little under her friend bringing to light something she wanted kept secret.

"Yes, alright Sonja I do admit I get lonely now and then," she conceded.

Carol looked anywhere but at Nathan. His mother's reaction to Sonja's questions was not lost on him, and he wondered why she wouldn't look at him.

"You have been lonely for many years, haven't you? But you didn't want to date or do anything like that do you?' Sonja asked in a soft voice, the voice of one who knows such loneliness.

The effect of Sonja's questions on Carol was becoming more apparent, as her face had lost the hardness and toughness it usually had.

"Remember you would tell me how empty you feel some nights, with no one to chat with, no one to compliment you? That you had no one to dress nice for, no one to tell you how much they loved you and wanted you?"

Sonja's barrage of questions born of an intimate knowledge of Carol's circumstances, and years of being her friend, a friend in the same circumstances were really taking their toll now. Carol's eye had stopped roaming the room and had stopped on her son, and he could see them brimming with tears -- a rare sight indeed, he couldn't remember that last time he was it. Sonja paused to let her questions settle with her friend. The silence told her that Carol was remembering, and the memories were taking her where Sonja had hoped. Then in a soft and caring voice, in almost a whisper Sonja continued.

"Carol, I remember you would tell me of your longings. Longings for someone to hold you, caress you, admire you, hold you in your bed, kiss you, touch you and make love to you? Remember how you told me you wanted a man to make such passionate love to you that you would lose all sense of time, so that you would cum so hard that you would thrash around like a mad woman?"

"Yes I remember all that, but I have a son to care for," Carol whispered to her friend, while still staring at Nathan -- lovingly now, another extremely rare species of emotions for Carol.

"Carol, do you remember the one thing that always gave you joy, that could pull you back from the brink of despair. Back from those thoughts of emptiness and male neglect?"

"Yes, I do" whispered Carol more to her son then her friend.

"What was it Carol? What is it today?"

"It's always been my Nathan," Carol answered looking imploringly at her son.

Now it was Nathan's turn to have his eyes fill with tears, as the picture Sonja had been painting, by taking his mother down memory lane, became perfectly clear.

"You love your son very much, don't you Carol?"

"Yes, I do, very much," Carol whispered and slowly nodded her head at Nathan.

"He's the only man in your life, isn't he?"

"Oh yes, yes, he's always been the only man for me," Carol intoned definitely.

"Do you ache for your son Carol?"

As if in trance Carol answered her friend with a nod, as she seemed mesmerized by Nathan, with her eyes locked on his.

"Carol, do you ache for your son?" Sonja had to ask again.

"Yes," whispered Carol.

"Do you remember what you told me that night we had too much to drink?"

The two mothers and sons use to have sleep-overs at each other's house, when the mothers were close friends,. On one of those nights as their sons slept, Sonja and Carol got a little drunk and things that were hidden became known to the other.

"Oh yes, I remember," Carol told her friend and smiled at Nathan.

"What did you tell me Carol? What did you tell me about Nathan?"

Carol reclined back into the corner of the couch, and her legs spread a little as she did, her skirt rode up a few inches and her eyes glazed over as she took her mind back to that night.

"I said I had mixed feelings about Nathan becoming a man," Carol said quietly in her trance like state.

"Why were they mixed Carol," Sonja continued to probe just as quietly.

"I have always been so afraid he would leave me some day." Tears ran down her face and her eyes were still locked onto her son's.

"But you have other feelings for your son now don't you?"

"Yes," Carol whispered.

"What do you want Nathan to do?"

"I want him to stay with me."

"Forever?"

"Forever," Carol agreed nodding.

"Can you feel that ache in your body now Carol?"

"Oh yes, I can," she nodded slowly and she seemed to be answering her son rather then her friend.

"You know why you ache, don't you Carol? You know who you ache for?"

"Yes," Carol whispered.

"Tell your son how you feel Carol. Let him hear what you feel for him," Sonja instructed.

Carol held out her arms for her son, and Nathan closed the small space between then, and mother and son hugged each other as she blubbered to him.

"Oh Nathan, my Nathan, my gorgeous son, I love you so much. You're my life, my reason for living."

This was more than she had ever said to her son in his whole life, about how she felt for him. They hugged for a few long seconds and then Carol released him, and he sat back. Sonja had waited, have an inkling as to what was happening.

"Carol, you ache for your son, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," whispered Carol lovingly to her son.

"Carol, you hunger for your son, don't you?"

Carol no longer looked like Nathan's mother who he had known all his life. She was beaming at him with love and affection. Nathan couldn't believe the change in his mother, but he wasn't complaining and smiled just as lovingly back at her.

"Show your son how you hunger for him. Show your son where you ache for him, Carol."

Nothing.

"Show him Carol."

Nothing.

"SHOW HIM CAROL."

Carol stared deeply into her son's eyes as he watched her hands move from her sides to the bottom of her skirt, and then she slowly lifted it toward her tummy. Nathan gasped as his mother exposed her plain white cotton panties to him, and that's what Sonja had been waiting to hear -- that gasp from Nathan, as confirmation that Carol had done as instructed. Carol was smiling as she delighted in her son looking at her white panties, that were very plain; not big, but not small, with sides about two inches wide. She stopped when all of her panties had been revealed to her son. Nathan could see what he only saw on wash day, his mother's panties, but oh how magnificent they looked on her; so inviting, so tempting, no longer just material. He could see the mound of her sex proudly bulging, and the dark shadow just beneath the white cotton that told him of her bush.

"Touch yourself where you ache for your son Carol, as you have so many times."

Carol's right hand moved down to her panty clad mound and Nathan held his breath, as his heart raced so fast it threatened to explode. His mother began to rub herself through her panties, and this time mother and son gasped in unison.

"Tell your son what you want him to do Carol."

"Nathan, touch me. Please son, touch me."

Carol reached her left hand to Nathan and took his right hand, and brought it to lay it on top of her hand as she rubbed herself. Then she moved her hand away so his hand was on her panties, and then showed him how to touch her. Son touched mother gently and lovingly.

"I ache for you Nate," Carol told her son, using that name for the first time.

"Show your son exactly where you need him," Sonja gently told Carol.

This time without hesitation, Carol moved her son's hand from her panties, brought her legs together as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them right off, quickly. She spread her legs very wide again for Nate. Carol smiled at him, like only a loving, dotting mother can for her son. Nathan's mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide. He looked at his mother's neatly trimmed bush, and her pussy lips was not shaved, but her pubic hair there was very sparse indeed so he could see her clearly. Carol's pussy lips were full, and she was very wet and her lips and pubic hair there glistened with her juices. As Nathan looked at his mother's magnificent pussy, he once more gasped as her lips opened and her pussy gaped at him.

Carol moved her hand back to her hairy pussy and began to rub her clit and pussy lips once more, and this time Nathan thought she was doing it for both of them. After only a few seconds of solo stimulation, for which Carol was beginning to moan and move her hips in rhythm to her hand, she reached for her son's hand. Yet, before she could take his hand, Nathan had eagerly placed his hand on his mothers. They both watched their hands and intertwining fingers explore Carol's pussy, while Nathan felt like the luckiest guy in the world. He had been enthralled with shaved pussies -- until now; now he was totally besotted with his mother's. Probably because he could see every contour and fold of her pussy, her pubic hair was that sparse.

The phone had been silent during this time, but now both Nathan and Carol could hear little sounds through the speaker. It was obvious Sonja and her son Corey, were joining in, and it heightened the sexual excitement for Nathan and Carol.

Carol took her hand away from her pussy, as she wanted her son to touch her on his own, she wanted to feel his hand on her pussy and she loved it. The combination of being touched so intimately and by her own son was so arousing Carol was racing to her first real orgasm in -- well she couldn't remember. But she wanted more and reached for Nathan dick in his shorts, which felt more like rock than flesh. She was able to release his dick without any trouble, and as her son caressed her pussy she slowly jacked him.

Now mother and son looked into each other's eyes, and they could hear sounds emanating from the phone speaker now that made them giggle like young lovers. Yet, Nathan couldn't last as his mother anticipated, and had already decided what to do and what she wanted. Carol increased her stroke on her son's six inch dick, which was nearly as thick. The look in her son's eyes told her he was about to blow, and she scooted forward on the couch toward her son.

"Cum on mummy's pussy Nate," she instructed him and he was lost in the orgasm that moved his world.

The head of Nathan's dick spat into the air like an angry Cobra. His cum fell onto his mother pussy to mat her pubic hair, and the very sight of her son cumming on her pushed Carol to climax as well as he had also kept up the rubbing of her pussy -- which had incorporated her clit. If Sonja and Corey had been listening, they would have heard a mother release years of frustration and pure joy at sex with her son.

Carol continued to jack her son's dick to keep him hard, and when he was fully rigid again she lay back on the couch. The silence between Carol and Nathan allowed them once more to hear Sonja and Corey over the phone. It was obvious that both were having the time of their life, and they didn't care who heard them as they screamed their sexual delight. Carol and Nathan heard their friends, but gave them no mind as he guided his dick to his mother's gapping, cum covered, hairy pussy, and it was everything he had ever wanted. Carol helped him, or rather hurried him as she craved his dick in her, more than anything in the world at that moment.

The head of Nathan's dick disappeared between Carol's pussy lips, and they looked at each other to watch the expression brought by such a sublime feeling, and they sighed deeply together. Looking down at the disappearance of Nathan's dick between his mother's pussy lips, they both began to moan and then quickly increase the tempo to loud, hard groans. Nathan felt his mother was a little tight, as she welcomed him back into her body. Carol felt nothing more than sexual fulfilment through her son's dick, as it forced itself into and up her love tunnel. Once Nathan had pushed the head of his dick all the way to his mother's cervix, he instinctively pulled back and than began a nice easy thrusting back and forth. For Carol, it was ecstasy.

With her head thrown back Carol gave voice to her inner most needs and desires.

"Oh yeah fuck me son, fuck me. That's it my love, that's how I want it. Oh you're my one and only," she yelled to her son.

Nathan watched the fruits of his labours, as he brought his mother toward what he hoped would be a great climax. When Carol quietened to draw breath, Nathan heard that unbelievably sexy sound of dick pushing in and out of very wet pussy; that sloshing sound of his mother's pussy juices which were really running out of her now.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Nate you really know how to fuck me baby."

Carol brought her eyes back to her son, who had been watching his dick plunge in and out of his mother's drenched pussy. He looked up and their eyes locked on each other. With a wicked and nasty expression, Carol began to talk real filth to her son.

"Oh fuck me you fucker, you're a mother fucker, aren't you, you're a mother fucker. Now fuck me you filthy little boy. Punch that dick into my pussy, you dirty, filthy mother fucker."

"Yeah, I'll fuck you, because you want me to be a mother fucker, don't you. You want me to fuck my mother; to slide my dick in and out of your pussy, don't you mum, DON"T YOU?"

Nathan had entered into his mother's sex talk, and the nastiness of it thrilled him as much as his mother. Carol was just thrilled her son wasn't upset with her talk, but had followed her lead. He was thrusting quickly now, and Carol couldn't even speak so she nodded her agreement. But Nathan could talk.

"I'm gunna fuck you so hard and so often, you'll walk funny for two days. But I'm gunna keep fucking you, even when you scream for me to stop. Oh yeah, just hear that pussy juice squelch."

That was enough for Carol and she lurched forward and grabbed her son, just as her orgasm hit her body violently. Everything had been just right for her to have such an orgasm. This was her son, he had lasted the second time, she had spoken dirty to him and he had given it back to her. Her grip was so tight he couldn't believe it, and her orgasm just kept coming and coming. Nathan began to think he couldn't handle her embrace anymore, when Carol began to come down from her orgasm.

Finally her body stopped trembling, but Carol continued panting hard as she still held onto her son, with her head on his shoulder and she was weeping softly. Nathan still hadn't cum again, so he was continuing his thrusting into his mother, but he only lasted a few seconds and then his dick exploded again, this time deep inside his mother's pussy. After a few minutes after he came mother and son heard,

"Good, wasn't it Carol?"

Sonja and Corey must have finished earlier.

"It was magnificent Sonja. I'm sorry baby, I should have responded to you far earlier. So is this what you guys discussed on the last night of camp?"

Carol looked at her son with the admiration of the dotting mother she was now. Carol had fallen heavily in love with her own son.

"Yeah, we did. We all wanted our mums, so we all agreed we would try to seduce you, because Jeremy convinced us that you all wanted us."




The Clan Ch. 20



Chapter 20 - Jack

Jack had tried for weeks to bring his mother to a point were he could make an advance toward her, and she would respond by giving him some signal to proceed, as it were. However, nothing he tried had any success at all, and he was becoming frustrated and even angry with his mother. Subsequently, Jack's mother Leslie found him stewing in the kitchen. 

Leslie had come from the backyard, bringing in the washing. She was wearing a sleeveless light summer dress that reached to halfway to her knees.

"What's with you?" she asked her son, as she could see his black mood.

"Nothing, forget it, you wouldn't understand," Jack told his mother angrily and he turned his attention to the washing, looking for his clothes. 

His face dropped and he said to himself, 'not again, shit, how come she always does this and with my stuff?' Jack had found one of his white tee shirts and it was now pink. His mother had washed it with something red and the colour had run, and his tee shirt was suffered.

"What's this?" Jack asked his mother angrily, holding his tee shirt in his fist and shaking it.

"Oops," was all his mother could manage with a smile. 

This angered her son even more.

"Oops is all you can say? You're ruined another tee shirt of mine, and all you can say is oops?" 

Leslie could see her son was angry, but didn't seem to care at all.

"Yep, what else do you want me to say? Anyway there's nothing you can do about it now, it's done." 

And Leslie smiled sweetly at her son, and continued to fold the rest of the washing. Jack fumed because this had begun happening a few weeks before camp. She had never been like this before; she had always been so careful to do all things well. However, it seemed at over the last couple of months, his mother would ruin or stuff-up something. Some of his meals were ruined, or Jack would find he would have no towel when he came out of the shower, and he would have to get one for himself. Then there were the times she had 'forgotten' to pick him up, and it could be uni, or from the cinema or anywhere. On a number of occasions his mother had left him stranded late at night, and he had to walk miles home. It was really starting to grate on him, and this was not the morning for one more incident.

"Nothing more I can do about it? That's not fair," Jack thundered, "if it had been me, I'd be punished. So you have to be punished just like me." He told his mother angrily. 

His mother looked haughtily at him.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do? Send me to bed without dinner, send me to my room or make me write lines or something?" 

Leslie asked stilling looked haughtily at her son.

"No, but I think you need a good spanking." 

Jack told his mother bluntly and Leslie blanched a little. He had never spoken to her like this before.

"I beg your pardon young man; you don't talk to your mother like that." 

Leslie had spoken with her 'serious mother's voice'. However, Jack was really angry now, and all his good manners were out the window.

"Fucking bullshit! You fuck-up and you get punished just like me," Jack thundered at his mother and stood up to push his point. 

Leslie stood like any shocked mother, with her mouth open, but when she spoke Jack heard something else.

"Don't you speak to your mother like that, and who said you could use such language?" 

Yet, rather then thundering back at her son, Leslie had spoken very weakly and very breathy, as if she was struggling for breath, because she was so shocked. Jack wasn't sure what was happening here, but he felt he was in a dominant positioned and pressed on.

"I'll speak to you how I like because you fucked up and you need a good fucking spanking. How come here," Jack moved to grab his mother's arm.

To his surprise she didn't move, but Jack could see his mother was breathing heavily and fast, as if she was frightened. He grabbed her high on her left arm and began to pull her out from behind the kitchen table, and he was going to take her into the dinning room. Leslie continued to rebuke her son, but made no attempt to remove his hand.

"Jack stop this, I'm your mother, you can't treat me like this, stop it, stop it now," she ordered of her son.

"Yeah, well maybe after a good spanking you won't fuck my washing up any more." 

And Jack pulled his mother into the dinning room and to one of the dinning room chairs, with the high back and no arms. He stood next to the chair and Leslie tried weakly to pull away from her son.

"Now Jack stop alright, it's gone far too far but it stops now. Please Jack stop it." 

Ignoring his mother and still a little enflamed, Jack sat on a chair pulling his mother across his knees, using his strength and weight to pull her down. Jack held his mother down with his left arm across her upper back, and he thought his mother would have fought far harder then she was, but Leslie was pleading with her son not fighting.

"No Jack stop it, you can't spank your mother. Please Jack let me up, don't spank me I'm your mother." 

Yet, Jack was excited now; he couldn't believe he had his mother held down like this. Leslie wasn't even trying to protect her bottom with her hands; they were wrapped around her son's left leg. As Jack looked at his mother's bottom, which he was about to spank, he saw her dress was just covering her panties. He brought his right down on his mother's bottom, not too hard, and there was an audible 'thack.' Jack couldn't believe the sound that emanated from his mother, rather then a scream or cry of pain or indignation; it was a cross between squeal of delight and a moan of pleasure.

"Jack don't, don't spank your mother, please don't spank me." 

Then it hit Jack like a ton of bricks. His mother was enjoying this. This is what she was into; so now Jack knew how to proceed and he hoped this would be his story for The Clan. His mother had been sending him signals; he just didn't expect them to be these sort of signals. The ruined meal, the not picking him up, it all make sense. His mother was just wired differently to the other mothers, and he hadn't read it. This is what she wanted with her son, and she had been trying to provoke him into action. What a dickhead he'd been. Now he wanted to hear the real 'smack' of a spanking, not the dull 'thack'.

Jack spanked his mother again, and this time a little harder and her response was just as he hoped. Leslie squealed louder with a groan mixed in, and her body squirmed a little.

"Oh Jack stop, don't spank me, I'll be good." 

Those last three words gave him the assurance he was allowed to go to the next level. Jack now pulled his mother's dress up and over her bottom to expose her white cotton panties.

"Oh no Jack, don't show your mother's panties Jack, you shouldn't, it's rude for a son to show his mother's panties. I'll be a good." 

Leslie pleaded, but it only served to stimulate Jack even further, and he spanked her panty covered bottom a little harder. 

Leslie squealed and groaned, as her body seemed to convulse just a little. She continued to groan, even though Jack had paused. She still didn't try to protect her bottom with her hands. Jack spanked her again, and it produced a resounding 'smack' and Leslies' squeal-groan transformed.

"Oh, oh. Jack please don't smack your mother. Ooooh Jaaaack. Mmmm, Jaaack don't show your mother's panties, someone might see." 

Jack saw an opportunity to advance yet again.

"You don't want people to look at your panties, hey... hey?" Jack asked in an agitated tone, all the while his mother was groaning and twisting a little.

"No Jack don't show my panties, I'll be ashamed," Leslie pleaded.

"Ok I won't then," Jack replied agitated, and with that he unceremoniously pulled his mother's white panties down, to stare at her fat, smooth pussy between the cheeks of her white taut bottom; and it was all he had dreamed.

"Oh Jack, what have you done, what have you done?" Leslie pleaded weakly.

Yet, her body responded by thrusting her bottom up toward her son, which showed all of her pouting pussy to him. Even now Jack's mother did not try to cover her bare, naked pussy.

'Smack', Jack spanked his mother and watched her fat pussy reverberate, and he could see the thin line of wetness between her fat pussy lips.

"Does that hurt mum, hey, did that hurt?"

"Oh yes Jack it hurt, but cover my pussy Jack. Anyone can see my pussy, cover up mother's pussy." 

Leslie's pleading was very weak now.

"No I won't cover your pussy, you've been naughty and this is your punishment as well."

Smack.

"No Jack please, I'm your mother, don't, please cover me," she whimpered.

"No! But I'll tell you what you can do to stop your punishment."

"What Jack, I'll do anything, anything," his mother pleaded.

"Right then, tell your son to play with your pussy."

"Oh no Jack, I can't, I can't," she sobbed back at him.

Smack, smack.

"Oh please Jack no more."

"Then tell, tell me mum."

"Alright Jack, play with my pussy," she sobbed again.

"No, you'll have to better than that. Ask me like you want me too."

His mother asked him again, and the change in her voice was remarkable. It was filled with desire and yearning.

"Oh Jack, play with my pussy, play with me, I want you to play with me."

Jack was left in no doubt that his mother was speaking her real desire for her son. With her permission he groped his mother's pussy, kneading her fat pussy lips, watching her pussy juices ooze out between her lips and onto his fingers.

"Oh Jack, Jack your touching mother's pussy, you're a naughty son, I'm your mother," Leslie said breathlessly, as her breathing was now very ragged.

"You want me to touch your pussy mum, don't you?" Jack asked as he continued to knead her smooth, fat pussy.

"Oh yes Jack, touch my pussy. I want you touch my pussy, ooh yeah Jack," Jack's mother cooed. 

Her voice and body response told her son of her enjoyment, as she writhed with extreme pleasure. Leslie's arms were still wrapped around her son's leg, and she tried to spread her legs, but her panties were preventing her. Jack used his free hand to help her shed them, and then she was able to spread herself wide for her son.

"Oh Jack, touch my pussy. Touch your mother's pussy. Finger fuck my pussy, finger fuck me Jack, finger fuck me. Oh Jack, Jack my beautiful son." 

Jack didn't need his mother's pleas to tell him what to do, as he pushed his middle finger between her pussy lips and into her love tunnel. Leslie groaned loudly with pleasure, and Jack pushed a second finger into his mother's pussy and Leslie's body bucked as her son finger fucked her pussy slowly. After a few seconds of this, Jack suddenly stood and made his mother bend over the dinning table, as he pulled his dick out and slammed it into his mother's hot, wet, gapping pussy. 

Leslie went mad. She squealed, bucked, screamed, grunted and did some noises that Jack had no idea what they were. He pumped his mother hard and fast, and as he felt he was cuming decided to come on the outside of his mother's pussy. Leslie was already cuming as he son pulled out of her pussy and blew his load all over her lips.

Leslie stayed slumped on the dinning table, as Jack cleaned both of them up. After a few minutes and amid moans and groans she stood, put her panties back on and rearranged her dress, and said to her son very demurely and softly,

"I'm sorry Jack, I won't fuck-up your washing again." 

Jack stared hard at his mother.

"You'd better not, or you will be punished again," he warned her.

"Yes Jack, if I'm a bad again you should punish me." 

It was 10.00am and Jack felt elated; he was no longer going to be the odd man out in The Clan, and he couldn't believe what had just happened with his mother. As he sat enjoying these feelings his mother can into the lounge room.

"Well are you going to help me with the rest of the washing?" Jack's mother asked him, sounding a little miffed. 

The Leslie from before the spanking was back, all haughty again and Jack was a bit confused. The rest of the morning proceeded like any normal Saturday, as Jack's mother chased him up for housework and his home work. At midday Leslie asked him if he wanted some lunch, he nodded. Jack was feeling somewhat deflated after believing he had discovered the way to his mother, and now wondering what had happened, was it a once only?. He actually thought his mother had decided to pretend nothing had happened, so what was he to do?

"So what would you like?" 

Leslie asked a little short, and Jack shrugged and answered,

"Peanut butter." 

Both knew this meant a sandwich. Jack walked back to the kitchen to eat his lunch, and his mother set a plate before him with his sandwich cut in half on it -- as always. Jack could tell by just looking at his sandwich it wasn't peanut butter but vegemite*. He thought for a moment. 'What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound', he told himself. He gripped the sandwich in his hand and turned on his mother.

"What's this?" he asked in a quiet, angry voice, and shook the sandwich at his mother. 

Leslie looked coolly at her son, but with the slightest of twinkles in her eye and asked in all innocence,

"What's what?" Jack sprung up and as he spoke his voice rose with each word.

"This is not peanut butter, it's vegemite. I told you peanut." 

Leslie smirked.

"Did you, so?" 

But Jack had a feeling for this game now. He stepped to within inches of his mother and holding his now squashed sandwich under her nose.

"Yeah, and what did I say if you fucked up something of mine again?" Leslie looked like a defiant teenage girl now.

"Don't speak to me like that Jack, I'm your mother. Now just settle down." 

Yet, the twinkle in his mother's eye was more evident now. She was enjoying this as much as her son.

"I'll fuckin' speak to you any fuckin' way I please. Now I've got some punishment to dish out," he told his mother and the twinkle in her eye suddenly turned into a look of poorly suppressed excitement. 

Jack sat down on his kitchen chair and pointed to his knee, but Leslie looked defiant again now and shook her head. Without further encouragement Jack leaped up and grabbed his mother's upper arm again, and as he sat back down he pulled Leslie over his knees once again. A great thrill ran through mother and son alike. There were no hands from Leslie to cover her bottom, as she held on to her son's leg again. The game progressed with Leslie pleading and whimpering for her son not to shame her by spanking her, but of course Jack spanked his mother once. Leslie's body responded far quicker this time, and Jack kept pace. He told his mother in harsher tones that she was naughty and needed to be taught a lesson.

"You've been very naughty mum and I have to spank you severely," Jack told his mother and spanked her again. 

Then without warning he pulled her dress up over her bottom, and to his surprise Leslie wasn't wearing her panties this time, her bottom was bare, naked as was her fat pussy. 'One more spank', thought Jack as his mother pleaded with him not to shame her anymore -- still no hands from Leslie to cover her naked bottom and pussy. Jack had something new in mind; he had been thinking about it after their earlier experience. His mother's pussy slit was already glistening with pussy juice in her excitement.

"Put your hands on your bottom, go on you naughty girl," he instructed his mother, and she complied immediately placing a hand on each cheek.

"Can you feel you naked bottom, you naughty girl?" he asked harshly.

"Yes I can," Leslie whimpered back to her son.

"Now pull your cheeks open," was Jack's next instruction and although his mother did as she was told immediately, she still whimpered her protest to her son. 

As Leslie pulled her bottom cheeks apart, she also opened her pussy for her son to see. Jack marvelled at the beauty of his mother's pussy.

"No Jack, someone will see my pussy."

"You don't want anyone else to see your pussy?" her son teased.

"No I don't," Leslie protested back at her son.

"Then I will invite that man over there to come and have a look," Jack pretended with her.

"Oh no Jack, please don't ask him to look at my pussy, please Jack," Leslie whimpered without missing a beat of his change in direction.

"You over there, come and have a look at my mother's beautiful pussy," Jack called to no one, raising his voice a little.

"No Jack no, I only want you to look at my pussy," his mother continued to plead.

"If I send him away will you show me whenever I ask?" Jack requested and his mother nodded.

"Oh yes Jack, I only want you to look at my pussy, look me any time you want." 

Jack could hear the heavy desire in his mother's voice.

"And if you don't show me I'll spank you, do you hear?"

"Yes Jack, yes, now please send that man away," Leslie pleaded with her son.

"Hey you, fuck off, go on, get out of here. There's nothing for you to see here," Jack said in a commanding voice -- he was his mother's white knight.

"He's gone mum," Jack told his mother like a big, brave son defending his mother.

"Oh thank-you Jack," Leslie said gratefully.

"Well if you don't behaviour yourself, I might let him look next time or even touch your pussy," Jack warned his mother.

"Oh Jack, you're so naughty," Leslie replied breathlessly and Jack new the prospect of pretending someone would look at or even touch her pussy had thrilled her -- but not the reality, he somehow knew this intuitively.

"Now do you want your son to touch your pussy?" Jack asked expectantly.

"No Jack, don't touch your mother's pussy, it's not right for a son to..." 

It was too late, Jack's hand began to knead Leslie's pussy before she could finish and her words turned into loud groans of pleasure. Yet, Jack didn't linger on her pussy, as he pulled her off, stood himself and sat her on the kitchen table, spread her legs and plunged his dick deep into her pussy. Leslie grabbed her son and pulled him into herself. Then she held him out a little so both could watch as son fucked mother, as his dick thrust in and out.

"Oh Jack, Jack, fuck me, fuck me," his mother moaned, encouraging him. Jack didn't last too long and neither did his mother. 

He reached his climax quickly and came in her, the fact that her own son was fucking her and now cuming in her, pushed Leslie to a quick orgasm. Both arched their bodies in unison toward each other as they climaxed together. When they had finished they slumped into each other's arms, panting. When they recovered they held each other, and Leslie covered her son's face in kisses.

"I think I might be naughty quite a bit from now on," Leslie told her son breathlessly as she kissed his face.

"Then I will need to punish you won't I?" Jack said offhandedly, and Leslie smiled. 

For mother and son this became their special relationship. That's not to say they didn't have a lovers' normal relationship most of the time, but this was their special thing between them. Jack begrudgingly realized Jeremy was right -- again. * You must know all us Aussies eat vegemite -- these no further explanation, it is what it is.

To everyone who had read this series and enjoyed, I'm very pleased because that was my intension; now a little information for those who care. I originally intended there to be only four sons, the four mates -- Jeremy, Benny, Bobby and Daniel. I had written extensive stories on all four, but I changed my mind when I had the idea for the twenty sons.

To those who have offered ideas and suggestions, let me try to address all of them here. I have always intended these to be love stories between mother and son, not gangbangs, mother swapping or anything like that. I wanted to write stories of love -- as I feel it should be. I know that may not sit well with some of you, but then again these are my stories.