10 comments/ 64583 views/ 56 favorites The Video Cassette By: CharleneBarr I heaved the bulky carton into the kitchen and dumped it heavily onto the kitchen table, and my mum's immediate response was to turn round from what she was preparing, wipe her hands on her apron and shout, "No! No more junk in this house, you, you're just like you're father used to be, he was a hoarder. If that box was out in the garage it's because that's where I intend it should stay...!" "But Mum, if it's out in the garage doesn't that mean that you're hoarding as well? If it's no use, just throw it out to the dump..." "Oh, a smartass. Alright, what's in there then that's so interesting?" "These." I opened the flaps and drew out a handful of old VHS cassettes, those big rectangular reel-to-reel things my parents used to have before technology got smart and miniaturized. There were lots of them, some bought, with old cartoons and stuff that had kept me enthralled and quiet when I was a kid, some movies, and other stuff my parents had recorded off the TV, like 'Friends' (probably for Mum) and 'Baywatch' (good old Dad. He'd always said Man's greatest invention was the 'pause' button on the video) – in short, a motley collection. But there was also other stuff on them apparently, scribbled in my dad's hand, like 'Blackpool day out', 'Matt 6th birthday', 'Debs almost flips a pancake', 'Matt school-play'... "Well I think you're right, there are some of these we shouldn't hoard; like my school-play for example. So we'll throw that one out for a start..." Memories came back to me of getting stage-fright, with people at first thinking the pause was for dramatic effect, but then realizing my statue impression, where only my eyes swiveled scarily back and forth, could be an object of titters, derision and outright mockery. It was the kind of thing which, even ten years later, at nineteen, made you relive the horror in the middle of the night and wake up in a cold sweat. "No!" Mum reached out and grabbed the cassette out of my hands. "Good or bad, it's your history and one day you'll want to show it to your own kids when they've gone through a similar kind of embarrassment and then you can show them that you were able to get over it, so they should be able to as well..." "But Mum," my eyes lowered, "I'm not over it. It's one of those things which haunt you forever...I mean, admit it, even you were laughing, I could hear it on the tape, you were making this funny squeaking sound..." I looked up again with my most pitiful smile and Mum came round the counter and hugged me to her lovely full bosom, pulled my head on to her shoulder, stroking my hair and crooning, "Hush little baby..." I pulled away, both of us laughing. "OK, OK, I'm over it...!" "That's a pity, you don't let me cuddle and soothe you any more like I used to..." I returned to her arms, putting my own arms around her waist and hugging her into me. Even in the kitchen her body exuded a subtle fragrance. I placed a kiss on her cheek and then one on her nose, "Mum, I'm all yours to soothe any time you like." "Good, then next time I'm feeling lonely..." The sentence hung unfinished in the air and mum turned around and went back to her preparations for dinner. Over her shoulder she said, "By the way, I was laughing in empathy on that tape. I felt for you. You're a part of me so it was like me being up on that stage with you..." "Yeah, yeah, you were totally pissing yourself....I mean..." "No I wasn't, and Matthew Morrissey, mind your language." "OK then, look me straight in the eye and tell me you weren't, umm, having trouble controlling yourself." Mum came and stood directly in front of me and brought her face to within a couple of inches of mine. Her lovely eyes with their awning of long lashes... "I –was – not – pissing – my - self." But she couldn't control the sides of her mouth which were working their way into a grin. She really was gorgeous, so I couldn't resist, "You – know – you – look – good – with - out – makeup..." That transformed her grin into an outright belly-laugh. She stroked my chin and returned to the worktop. "Haha, that kind of charm'll get you everywhere." Chop... chop... scrape... "Oh by the way, I know why we didn't throw the cassettes out. When all that new technology came in we thought we'd go through them and get the family stuff converted to digital and put them onto DVDs. We never got round to doing it before your dad died." "DVDs? Mum, nowadays everything goes straight onto a flash drive. I could convert this whole box..." I indicated the mass of the huge carton, "onto just a fraction of something this size." There was a gap between my thumb and forefinger. "Really? Well I remember when we invented the wheel..." "Mum! Will you stop putting yourself down like that? You're always doing it! You are NOT past it. I'll bet I could take you to any dance at the Uni and the guys'd be lined up waiting for a chance to dance and smooch with you!" "Smooch? Do you kids still 'smooch'? I thought that went out with Disco...?" "Then they'd reinvent smooching just to be able to smooch with you." "I should be recording all these things you're saying so I can hold you to all these promises." "Aha...I only promised to let you hug me, I never promised to smooch with you. I said my mates'd want to smooch you..." "So you wouldn't want to smooch with me?" "What, after all my mates'd had you? Ugh..!" "....and if I let you go first?" I hesitated. My mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water. Then, "Are we recording this?" "No." "Then yes." "And if I was recording it?" "Then still yes." I smiled. Turning back to the box, I started going through the cassettes again. I sensed my mum had stopped working and then come up quietly behind me. Her fingers went tiptoeing round my waist then across my stomach and clasped themselves together at the front. She pressed her body up against my back and rested her head in between my shoulders. "Mmm, I really should paint you into a corner now and make you keep your promises. After all, it's a mother's duty to make sure her son keeps all his promises – it builds character..." I felt the full weight of her breasts pressing into my back and, what with the verbal sparring that was going on, I felt myself getting aroused. I just hoped she wouldn't let her hands accidently drop onto my cock. She didn't, and I was strangely disappointed. I turned around. Mum was still so close that my chest made a sweep across her breasts. While my cock brushed across her hip... "You really don't believe me, do you?" I took an involuntary glance down at her chest, then up again into her eyes. "I'm telling you, I could take you to one of our dances and no one would actually notice... I mean, of course they'd notice, how could they not, I mean.... They wouldn't even blink, I mean... they wouldn't blink 'cause that would mean missing out on a split second of seeing how beautiful you are... and..." "Enough." Mum held a finger to my lips. "You know that was nothing less than amazingly romantic what you just said? And if you weren't my son I'd have grabbed you by the hand and swept you upstairs so fast your feet wouldn't have touched the ground." With her thumb and forefinger she lifted my chin and placed a kiss right onto my lips and looked me straight into the eyes. Wow, her lips were so soft and damp, her eyes were so... "Now, what do you intend doing with those tapes? I don't think the video recorder works any more. I mean it used to mash up the tapes, see, like this one..." She pulled out one cassette where a few inches of the tape were hanging out of the flap, wrinkled. "Indiana Jones...ah, so you can throw that, we've got it on DVD and probably much better quality..." She tossed it back into the pile. "No. I think I'll take it apart and see how it works. It's held together by some of those old-fashioned things, what d'you call 'em?" "Screws?" "Yeah, that's it... so I'll find one of those, what d'you call 'em?" "Screwdrivers?" "Yeah. I'll undo it and check how it works. Like a study in social anthropology, I'll save the archeologists some work... I'll take it all up to my room and see if I can hitch the recorder up to my TV." "I think all the wires and stuff'll be in that big wooden box in the garage where your dad kept all that electrical junk." She was right – also about Dad being a hoarder. He'd always said you never knew when something was going to come in useful, so there was a myriad of wires and connections in the box – some just the connectors with the wire snipped off at the base, some two-core wires, three-core, multiple ins/outs, old remotes.... I was looking through my own history. The connection to the electric kettle which had never seemed able to turn itself off when boiling. An old nightlight with cartoon characters in case I woke in the middle of the night (pre- school play era... OK, and maybe a little post- as well...). And there was the old VCR. I checked its input/output sockets against what there was in the box and found I could probably link it up to my TV. I did a bit of mix 'n match until I came up with a satisfactory solution, although not perhaps the most aesthetically pleasing. Then back in my room, I plugged it in. It lit up. I hadn't been able to find a working remote, so it was all a case of pressing the relevant buttons while sitting on the end of my bed – so archaic! I pressed the eject button in case there was something inside. There was, but it was only making a feeble attempt to extricate itself. I flipped open the letterbox-style lid and yes, there it was – a cassette stuck inside. So how do I remove it? The thought of inserting a knife and immediately electrocuting myself didn't appeal, so I guessed I would be forced to do what dad had done and take it apart. He'd done this after being conned out of money in a repair shop. When he couldn't get a picture through the machine, only sound, they'd said it would need an expensive video-head replacement when all it really required was the head cleaned. This embarrassment and introduction to suckerdom had made him decide in future to make his own repairs, and I'd watched him. So I unplugged it, opened it up and was faced with a cassette with its tape wound around several cogs. After trying unsuccessfully to lever it out I figured there must be some rationale to it all, and there was – I turned this cog, then that operated that wheel which in turn made the tape get pulled across this rotating cog. I reversed the direction, and slowly but surely the wheels moved away from the tape and the cassette lifted itself up and out the letterbox – except one bit of the tape was still looped round another bit so I had to lift that out more gently – then it was released! A bit crinkled at that spot, but not torn. I looked for the title but there was none, so I put it to one side. With the machine open, I used the opportunity to clean the video heads as well, then reattached the cover, plugged it in and inserted a cassette – play - dadaah...! An episode of 'Friends'... terrible picture quality, after all, it wasn't digital, but it was acceptable. In the episode, Ross was trying to sell cookies to help some girl go to Space Camp, and when it didn't work out, they converted Joey's room into a make-believe Space Camp with all the special effects. Aha. Funny. But worth keeping? Then I went back downstairs to find Mum in the meantime had laid out dinner. She had now changed and was dressed in a light cotton form-fitting sleeveless dress which showed her great shape off to good advantage before flowing outwards around her bum and ending just above the knee. I felt a bit underdressed in just my shirt and shorts, but Mum didn't seem to mind, even though she'd set the table with a nice tablecloth and place-settings and everything. I think every now and then she liked to feel that she was out in a top restaurant – certainly her food wouldn't have disgraced a place with stars after its name... There was even wine. We were just missing the candles. "Mum, this looks so great." "Thanks, it's nice to be appreciated..." "Oh, you are. No one could replace you." I thought, then said, "One night I'm going to take you out to dinner – a movie and dinner..." "Maybe dancing and dinner...?" "Dancing?" "I thought you wanted to introduce me to your mates so I could get some smooching in? I think I'm out of practice...I'm sure a bit of canoodling would help settle the stomach after dinner..." She was winding me up – I think. "Canoodling?" "It's a bit like smooching, but teasier." She was winding me up. "You mean hotter...?" "Well, canoodling introduces an element of slurping into the action, so I guess..." By chance, I was at that moment tackling the tasty soup she'd served. "You mean like this?" and sucked the soup noisily off the spoon. "I think that would be the definitive passion-killer." She laughed. "More like..." and she licked around the complete circumference of her mouth, until the point of her tongue was caressing and wiggling along the top lip. "Oh my, now you've stopped eating..." I had. In fact my spoon was now perched midway between my bowl and mouth and the soup was dribbling off it, much in the way my cum would likely start dribbling from my cock if she kept this up... "Look, don't mind me, it's just that that talk of dancing got me all nostalgic... and don't say, 'you need a fella'." "I was going to say you need to get out of the house a bit more." "Well that movie and dinner sounds appealing." "A promise is a promise and I know how you hold me to my promises..." She smiled. The rest of the meal went by in easy conversation, but in the back of my mind the germ of an idea was already forming. After clearing the dishes and washing them (my part of the agreement where meals were concerned), I went back upstairs to my bedroom. Mmm, I could do that, and maybe that... yes... Half an hour or so later, I came back down and went into the garage to look for some of my old junk. Coming back through the kitchen I picked up a couple more items and returned to my room. Then it was back down again and into the kitchen cupboards. There. I knew we had some. I prepared it then ran back upstairs. I pressed the switch. OK. Well, here goes... "Mum, we're going to a movie." "Now?" "Yeah, and guess what? We're going in my Aston Martin DB5..." "Your what...?" I handed her my old toy model car and took her by the other hand. "You're in the passenger seat. Just don't press that button there – it's the ejector seat..." I guided her upstairs towards my room. "It's a drive-in movie, but it won't rain so we can keep the top down..." I opened the door, and the only light was being emitted by my television screen. The sound was coming out of a couple of computer speakers I'd hooked up to the sides of my bed. Lined up in rows in front of the TV were various toy cars of different sizes and vintages. Others were dotted around the room. "Looks like the feature's already started, so let's park the jalopy and settle down shall we?" I indicated the bed where I'd stacked cushions and pillows to lean against. She giggled as I led her to one side of the bed and she stretched out on it, whipping her shoes off in the process. I threw myself down next to her. The speakers to either side of us let us know we were watching 'Ghostbusters'. "It's an old movie, but that's what you get at a drive-in. Besides, I'm told most of the audience probably aren't really watching the movie anyway..." I glanced at her with one raised eyebrow and she returned a look of apparent shock. "From what I remember of drive-ins..." "Wait." I reached under the bed and brought out the big bag of popcorn I'd just prepared, fresh from the microwave. "I was going to mention 'Cola'..." "Tut. This is a posh drive-in." I reached into my bedside cupboard and brought out the half-full bottle of wine from dinner, and two crystal glasses. I handed her one glass and then topped up both of them with the wine. "That's true, I've never been to a drive-in this posh before. I mean, that Rolls in front of us, and the Ferrari... maybe we can dismiss the chauffeur?" "You're right. James, bugger off..." Mum laughed. Then we actually started watching the movie. Well, mum did. I think I was watching mum more. I enjoyed seeing her happy, but at the same time I was conscious of how her dress had slid up to mid-thigh, mid smooth, luscious, creamy thigh, when she'd climbed up onto the bed. We shared the popcorn, sometimes reaching into the bag at the same time and clashing knuckles, but nothing 'Lady and The Tramp'-ish. At one point Mum actually dropped a piece and it fell down into the front of her dress, the top of which just covered the beginning swells of her breasts. She straightened her back and pulled her dress out in order to look down the front. From my vantage point a full bosom came into view, supported by a lace-edged white bra. Mum then delved down into the bra and, with a bit of fiddling, located the errant piece and brought it back up into her mouth. I never wanted to be a piece of popcorn so much as at that moment. "You know..." She turned her head towards me and maybe she saw where my gaze was concentrated before she said, "from my vast experience of drive-in movies it tends to get a bit chilly around this time, so most people bring a blanket along with them. Of course though, in a posh place like this..." And she lifted her bum to pull back the blankets from underneath her and then drew her knees up to her chest, exposing her white panties as the dress fell back further into her crotch before thrusting her legs back into the bed. She then snuggled deeper down. I didn't see her adjust her dress under the bedclothes, so I guessed it must now be up as far as her waist. "Of course, you being the macho man, you can freeze out there with a stiff upper lip..." I thought to myself, Mum, believe me, it's not my upper lip that's stiff... I moved off the bed, crouching a little in an attempt to hide my boner, and lifted the blankets at my side, giving me just a momentary glimpse of mum's dress which had indeed crumpled around her waist, with her brief panties, the side of which was more like a string, on full view. I got in beside her and we snuggled up. Mum put her head on my shoulder. "This is so nice. Thanks Matt." She reached over and kissed me on the cheek. I put one arm around her shoulder and her head came in to rest against my chest. Her outside arm came over and placed itself onto the middle of my stomach where my shirt fastened, a couple of the fingers insinuating themselves in between the buttons and playing with a few of the hairs they found there. I felt across for the hand that lay between us and grasped it, linking her fingers through mine. We lay there contentedly, watching the movie play out. Had she noticed the moment my hand had crept away from her shoulder and started entwining itself in her hair? I don't know. She seemed very intent on the TV screen. I think she did notice though when one finger of that hand began to encircle her ear, first on the outside and then around the inner rim, because it sent a pleasant shudder through her. "Mmm, ooh, that tickles..." and she pressed in further towards me. The fragrance of her hair was intoxicating. "Mum?" "Yeah...?" "It's all about ghosts..." "Aha." "Mum?" "Yeah...?" "I'm scared of ghosts..." She pulled herself up slightly and turned her face towards me to see my most endearing little boy lost look. She grinned. "There's no such thing as ghosts. And if there was, I'd protect you." "But it's scary. I think I'll have to sleep in your bed tonight..." The Video Cassette "But we're already here in your bed. It'd be a pity to get our feet cold just for the sake of changing beds... and if you're scared, then don't look. Here, cover your eyes..." And she lifted the bedclothes by her side, inviting me under. "OK..." and with that I ducked my head under the covers and turned my body in towards her. Inside, it was warm and dark and scented. I pressed my head up into the side of mum's breast and felt her hand outside the covers pulling me closer, comforting me? I encircled her waist and my elbow already sensed the bottom edge of her dress bunched up against it. My nose nuzzled up to her, up to the thin material under which I could feel the elastic edge of her bra. As she pulled me further in I felt the buoyancy of the mass that was her breast. There was a ruffling of the blankets and then the fingers of her other hand crept in and across my cheek into my hair and she was pulling my head fully onto that breast. There was no mistake. I opened my mouth and she continued to urge my head forward. There was the impossible task of taking the full volume of it into my mouth so I settled for nuzzling, nibbling and licking around the hard nub of nipple which was making itself known through its two covering layers. I brought my hand back from around her waist and cupped the other breast and this seemed to encourage Mum to turn her whole body in towards me and press herself forward. In the darkness, in that warmth, I was engaged in that most basic action of suckling at my mother's breast, sucking at the one and caressing, squeezing, stroking the other. And still mum pressed in towards me so I released my hand from her, reached down the short distance to the hem of the dress at her waist and scooted my fingers up on the inside of it, over her smooth stomach, up to the bottom edge of her bra and burrowed underneath the elastic and then had the whole warm mound of malleable flesh in my grasp. As I kneaded and tweaked at her erect nipple she started to wriggle and turn her upper body over which I saw as an indication she wanted to feel my mouth on that one as well. As I transferred my attention, there was a moment of light as the bedclothes were lifted and then Mum's head joined mine under the covers. "You're right, it's scary out there." Her lips searched urgently for mine. She took my head into both her hands and pressed layers of eager kisses onto my cheek, my mouth, my neck, then exposed her own neck to my open mouth and tongue and teeth... while I was thus engaged she reached down to the hem of her dress and dragged it up across her bra so it was now hunched over the top of her chest... then she hoisted the bra up to join it and these two lovely melons spilled out and were being thrust towards me. In that half-light inside the bedclothes I paused to take in the wondrous sight of my own mother's tits before she pulled my face into them and I had a hand on each and my tongue was lapping at each engorged nipple in turn. In my greediness I even tried to squash her breasts together so I could enjoy both of them at the same time. She was laughing in pure joy and I joined in, as though we had both thrown off our shackles. As we thrust our lower bodies into one another her hands were now on my back, the one dragging my shirt upwards while the other reached down into the back of my shorts, pushing them lower. Mine were on her back tracing up along her spine and down to the rise of her panty-covered bum cheeks. She thrust both hands down into the back of my pants as well and cupped my ass and pulled it in towards her, reciprocating with her own thrust forward. From behind I linked my thumbs over the top of her panties and levered them down over the bubbles of her cheeks then brought my hands round to the sides and eased them down over her hips and towards her knees. She brought one knee forward and then the panties were swept off her ankle at the one side. My mother was now to all intents naked in my bed, and I rose up onto one elbow to take it in. I could take in all I wanted because mum was busy at my belt, wrenching it open, unzipping me and tugging my dick out of my pants. Momentarily we were both immobile, while each gazed with rapture at the other, and then mum was already jerking my dick backwards and forwards while my hand delved into the damp apex of the top of her legs. One of my fingers slid straight into the already slippery trench of her pussy and the other fingers luxuriated in the soft cushion of lips surrounding it. We wanked each other while gazing intently into one another's eyes. That finger encased in her warmth was soon joined by another and then yet another while Mum used one hand to cup and juggle my balls and the other to firmly grasp my cock and slide it with increasing tempo up and down. The thing I wanted now in my animal state of lust was to be inside her – but this was my mum... I needed a sign... I needed permission... But surely the sign and unspoken permission were in the way she pressed her pussy upwards and towards me as her juices spread out across my fingers? – and in the way she opened her legs as wide as possible and was no longer pulling and pushing at my cock, but rather was only pulling it – towards her soaking hole? She took hold of my head and brought her mouth up onto mine, our tongues intertwined and engaged in their own game of tease and be teased, while she slid her body completely underneath me and I eased myself up and lay between her legs. If I wanted a sign then it was in the way she now thrust her hips forward so my cock-head just entered into the mouth of her cunt. I reciprocated with my own lunge forward and, with that, burst through up to the hilt. She gasped, I gasped. The unbelievable sensation of warmth, of wetness, of muscles contracting around my length, of those muscles actually massaging my dick from the inside was overpowering, and when I went to withdraw as far as her entrance, it was as though a vacuum had been created and I was sucked right back inside. Her mouth was at my ear, chewing on the lobe, her tongue burrowing inside it. "Fuck me... fuck your mum... do me good, Matt..." she whispered. "I... aah... I promise..." "You know you have to... mmm... keep your promises... ooh... don't you?" "Yeah..." I pulled my face a few inches away from hers and we were searching one another's eyes, Mum's flickering slightly with each of my forward thrusts, but the open-mouthed grin never left her face, her face which changed colour rapidly as the movie changed between scenes. Both of our mouths joined again and I fell back onto her and we both tried to swallow the other while our hips bucked wildly, her fingers scratched along my ass and back and our fucking was wild and savage, not gentle – gentle would come later, but for now the two of us just wanted to ram into the other and release what were possibly years of denied lust. I was on top of her, but before long, she was on top, and then, as I felt myself about to blow, I was on top of her again. And all the while shadow images played out their raunchy game on the wall behind us. The blankets had long ago given up the battle to stay afloat and had jumped overboard for their own safety. I came and I came into her, then came again as I strained my dick up into her deepest recesses. Her legs came around my waist and hooked themselves round my back as she lifted her bum to accept that final pumping motion, taking everything I had to give her. I didn't pull out. Not because we would have flooded the bed if I had done so, but because at that moment our whole world was just her and me, one being, her legs locking me to her, my hands stroking her and brushing the hair away from her eyes, her arms hugging me to her bosom. We kissed, we licked, we stroked, we bussed and above all we smiled knowing smiles. Then I felt my cock rising again, even before it had softened completely and dropped away from her body. It grew inside her and so I made a gentle nudge forward. She responded by contracting the muscles gripping me and it responded by growing even larger. In no time at all we'd resumed fucking, but this time it wasn't raw fucking, it was making love. I took the time in between thrusts to explore other parts of her body, to discover parts of her that were ticklish, to caress her ass and delve between her cheeks, to rejoice in the weight of her tits, to trace around and into her mouth. She for her part skittered her fingernails across my body, sampled the muscles in my thighs and tangled and untangled her fingers in my chest hair. Then it all speeded up once again and we came almost together. I spurted into her just as she was beginning to climax so I continued thrusting harder than ever to the accompaniment of lewd squelching sounds from below. I was rewarded with fingernails digging deep into my shoulders, possibly drawing blood, and the sight of Mum's face contorting between laughter and a scream. And then we were done. I pulled away from her and we both lay naked on our backs with idiotic smiles on our faces, observing the light flickering across the ceiling, regaining our breath. In the background, the movie seemed to have reached a quiet part, though I did recall earlier hearing the theme tune in the background, and even thrusting along to the beat at some point. The colour in the room was now a steady pale light, hardly changing at all - so what was being shown now? I raised my head up to take in what was on the screen, and did a double-take. Had my dad recorded a porn movie? Maybe he'd come across it in mid picture, because there hadn't seemed to be any introduction. It was just there, the picture of a woman photographed from behind, kneeling upright on a bed, legs spread apart, arms linked behind her head and dressed only in a thin transparent black negligee underneath which were just a pair of black silk bikini-type panties that barely covered her ass. But it wasn't a still picture, because her ass started to move imperceptibly in a circular grinding motion. The movement increased in speed, and as it did so, the woman thrust her backside out more and more at the end of each circle. Then she stopped completely, brought down her arms from behind her head and, leaning forward, placed them in front of her on the bed so that her ass was now her highest feature – then she gave it a wiggle. Mum by now had noticed that my attention had been drawn away from her, and she sat up as well, her arm around my waist. "Oh." "Oh indeed..." "What's this?" "Dunno. It must have been recorded after Ghostbusters." "Clearly." "Aha, not clearly; maybe Ghostbusters was recorded over this one but this one's a bit longer, meaning we've probably missed all the juicy bits..." Mum dug her elbow into my side. "Ow. What...? It doesn't mean I love you any less, me enjoying a bit of porn..." "Aha. So this is a big turn-on for you then is it?... and you, umm, love me...? I turned my head to face her. "Yes, Debs, of course I love you... you know I do. I mean, I love you... You're everything I'll ever want or need in life..." "Oh..." She squeezed up against me and linked her arm round my waist, "so what do you reckon about this one then... you reckon she'll be your bit on the side?" She indicated the screen. "Well now, let's see..." I returned my gaze to the television where the woman had now eased her negligee up over her round ass and was still giving her audience the come-on by shaking her cheeks. "She's nice, I guess. She's got a great shape, great hair, I love it like that, long and down the back – you can always imagine it spread out over the pillow...but she's auburn, and you're more chestnut.... So chestnut wins out..." I smiled at her. "Aha – that's all? She's throwing her ass at you and all you can think of is her hair?" "Don't rush me. I feel I'm walking through a minefield here and any second now I'll do the wrong thing..." Mum bounced up onto her knees and placed herself behind me, her breasts pressing into my back, her knees holding around my hips, her arms trailing down my sides towards my cock, and her head looking over my shoulder. "I'll bet you'd like to take her like that, wouldn't you? What do they call it, doggie style...?" I was sure she was winding me up again. She squeezed me gently down below and then moved herself round to the front of me and lay back into my arms allowing me to caress her front and hold her between my legs, my cock in the small of her back, while we watched the action. I inhaled the scent of her hair and enveloped her breasts in my arms. And then... Everyone remembers the opening shot of 'Star Wars', where an alien spacecraft silently enters the frame and then slides so slowly through it, giving this sense of utter immensity, power and strength. Well that is how a proud penis now suddenly worked its way into the picture. It was totally rigid, and the glistening knob-head wormed its way across the screen, so that there was a fade- in and fade-out of the camera's automatic focus as it changed from the woman's black panty-clad ass, which now formed the backdrop, to concentrate on the solidity, the sheer volume, of this monster encroaching and filling the screen. A network of veins ran the full length, dividing and sub-dividing, out from the thickening root which now made itself evident, encased in its clump of dark brown curls and anchored by its heavy ball sac below. "Mmm, now we're talking... something for me as well..." I squeezed her breasts in response, but didn't take my eyes away – there really was something hypnotic about what was happening onscreen. The penis turned slowly away from us and towards the jutting backside, and was now replaced on the screen by a pair of muscled buttocks. The completely naked owner made a couple of steps forward towards the bed, reached in front of him, gripped the sides of the panties and pulled downwards. As they descended over her rear, the panties caught momentarily in her crotch before falling to the woman's thighs. Since her legs were still spread, that was as far as they could fall. The man seemed to bend forward and, with his hands on her cheeks... maybe he was licking her ass? Or maybe lower down and sticking his tongue in between her pussy lips? His toned body and pale ass were unfortunately blotting out most of the action. Me: "Wow, he's huge..." Mum: "Eh, he's average..." I looked at Mum questioningly and she grinned back at me. "It's OK, don't worry, you measure up. If anything I'd say you're even a little bit bigger... you want me to bring a tape measure?" "I don't think I'm bigger, I mean, did you see that thing...?" "Ah, but remember, we women tend to see these things from a, um, a different perspective – I mean, you men are always a certain distance away from your own, you never see it up so close in your face, unless you...?" She raised an eyebrow. "No...!!" She grinned again. By now the guy on the screen was getting up onto the bed. I thought he was going to kneel behind her and take her that way, but instead he stood and then bent his knees in order to half lie on top of her and straddle her. The crimson-painted nails of one hand came back between her legs, took hold of the penis and directed it straight into her vagina. From a spectator's point of view this was ideal, because, instead of just seeing an ass ramming in and out, we were witness to the whole animal rutting process, which is what it was. And he did ram her. While his dick thundered in and out and his balls swung heavily against her with every thrust, his hands took hold of the woman's generous tits and, what can I say, mangled them in his grip. It was pure beastly coitus. Then he came so loudly, now holding on to her hips and pulling her into him with the same force with which he strained against her. Wow, they had certainly cum together, it was no act; this was pure wild National Geographic stuff if they'd ever been allowed to show it. He withdrew and his penis dropped out of her pussy from which his fluid was now generously oozing back out from between her still-splayed lips. Then the woman turned round to face her lover, but the lover was already in the process of reaching towards the screen to turn off the camera. That was the moment the tape reached a crumpled section, the image flickered and jumped for a few moments and then there was a still picture of Mum's and Dad's happy faces before the screen suddenly went blank... Neither of us moved or said anything for a moment, then, quietly... "Your Dad was getting sick. We both knew it would be all downhill from there on in. We wanted something for him to look back on and remember the good times. But the end came a lot quicker than we thought..." My mum's whole body was shaking. I held her tightly and cradled her in my arms, lavishing kisses onto her head. "It's OK... it's OK... it's OK..." We stayed in that position for a long time, and I managed to reach over and grab a couple of blankets and cover ourselves with them. There were no words for now. After a while Mum reached behind her head and felt for my face. I turned and kissed her hand. She turned her whole body round within my lap and looked up at me with her tear-stained face. "I must look a sight..." She wiped her cheek. "Deborah, Debs, you did what was right. I could never hope to replace Dad in your heart. I know how much... no, I don't know how much..." "Look," she pulled herself together, "it's history, it's what was, it's the past. Look at this as our present to you, the birds and the bees story that your dad wasn't able to give you." A weak smile. "So it's not true about the stork?" She grinned through the wetness. "No, Matt, no stork. And, umm..." She held my face in both her hands, "there's no Santa Claus either..." We kissed fervently. Later, we lay comfortably on the bed, casually tracing our fingers over each other's body, and I said to Debs, "By the way, earlier, you said you thought I was, umm, a little bigger than Dad...?" She looked down and cradled my penis in her hand, weighing it. "Hold on, I'll go get the tape measure..." and with that, she sprang off the bed.