6 comments/ 10377 views/ 6 favorites Crossword By: darkknight01 I so needed a vacation badly. I couldn't find more than a part-time job, my apartment was too small, and I'd been single so long that my mother thought I was a lesbian. I couldn't believe she asked me if I was gay last week. The question just made my mind spin. I was in a dire situation, the best and cheapest idea I could come up with was to spend an off-season weekend at a nearby ski resort. When I arrived the place was all but deserted. Perfect. I went up the steps to the lobby and approached the front desk. A man about my age with dark luscious skin was working diligently on what I thought was paperwork. But I soon realized it was a crossword puzzle. He looked up just in time to catch my amused grin and his handsome smile took me off guard. "Do you know a seven-letter word for showing appreciation?" "Fucking?" I quickly guessed, without thinking. He stared at me, and the corner of his sensuously masculine mouth lifted up in a grin. My face went flush. "Or...valuing?" I stammered. "My name is Cloe Rose, I have a cabin reserved for this weekend." He handed me the keys and a guest information sheet. "Here you go, Cloe." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. "I gave you an upgraded cabin and you are in cabin number twelve. My name is Lavon, and please call me if you need anything at all. I'm the manager." "Thanks." I practically ran back to my car. My cheeks were burning and the early spring heat wasn't helping me one bit. I followed the signs until I found the cabin in a grove of tall evergreen trees. I grabbed my suitcase, opened the front door and went inside. I then peeked out the living room window. There was a huge hot tub on the back deck that was completely private with a steam meandering through the trees. The cabin was way more than I expected, rustic with the top of the line accommodations. After exploring the cabin I wondered what I should do first. I glanced back at my suitcase, might as well start the trip off strong and indulge myself in a little personal pleasure. I went into the bedroom and closed the drapes then unzipped my suitcase, took out my vibrator and stripped down to my tank top and panties before settling on the comfy bed. I twisted the bottom of my erotic contraption, starting it on a low setting like I always do. With Lavon the hunky resort manager in my mind, I pressed the buzzing vibrator against my panty-covered clit. My body responded immediately to the stimulation. My pink nipples puckered, my thighs clenched and I felt that familiar euphoric sensation rush through my veins. I closed my eyes and sighed, bringing a hand up to touch my breast, squeezing my throbbing nipple, sliding my hand under the flimsy cotton fabric for better contact. I imagined Lavon's dark hands were on me. What did it matter that I lusted after him. He was fucking sexy, and I would never see him again. Then I realized my vibrator wasn't the only thing buzzing. I froze. All thoughts of finishing myself off were erased from my mind. I opened my eyes and turned off the vibrator, senses on red alert. The other buzzing continued. A wasp was flying around, bouncing against the ceiling, looking for a way out, or just maybe his next victim. I flew off the bed grabbed the info sheet and was out the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind me. I was on the phone in an instant, calling the front desk. "This is Lavon, how can I help you?" I was warmed by the sound of Lavon's voice but was in no position to enjoy it. "There's a wasp," I screeched into the phone. "I'll be down there in a sex. I mean sec." I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn't even manage to feel irked. With a rush of embarrassment, I realized I was dressed only in my underwear. But there was no way I was going back in that bedroom for my suitcase. My half-crazed mind was still trying to figure out a solution when Lavon gave a quick warning knock and burst in, flyswatter in hand. He stared at my exposed, disheveled form, raking his eyes hungrily over my body. "Wasp!" I screamed and pointed to the bedroom reminding him urgently. Lavon broke from his reverie and opened the bedroom door. I heard a few smacks, and then he appeared in the doorway again, with a smug grin plastered on his face. "It's dead." "Thank you." "Sorry for, uh, interrupting you." The flush returned to my cheeks. His eyes were fixed to my damp lace-trimmed sapphire panties. "Is there...anything else I can do for you?" I found myself nodding before my brain had fully comprehended his intention. A lustful instinct was taking over me. He closed the distance between us and brought his full eager lips down to my ravenous mouth. I trembled. The ecstasy I'd built up earlier boiled in my veins once more, and I eagerly returned his caresses. He smelled so fucking good; the scent of his rich brown skin was all masculine musk. I could feel Lavon harden through his slacks, and I moaned into his mouth, arching against him, my body imploring for more. Lavon grabbed my ass to lift me, and I spontaneously wrapped my legs around his waist. He took me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. I tugged impatiently on his shirt and tie, and removed it, allowing myself to explore the ridges of his hard muscles while he unbuckled his pants and released his cock. It stood arrogantly at attention. It had been such a long time for me. He was perfect. I took his hard, thick length in my hand, pumping it experimentally, relishing the feeling of his firm, silky, intensely rich organ against my skin. I loved the way his skin looked against mine; I liked how my paleness was illuminated by his darkness, especially in the brightness of day. "Let me speak French between your legs," he whispered in my ear. He ripped my delicate little panties down my legs and slipped his fingers into my lust-drenched pussy just to take them out again and lick them clean. Lavon laid me down on the silky bed sheets and inched closer to my smooth pink pussy. The heat of his lust-filled breath against my skin made me shudder with anticipation. I watched his dark mocha hands spread open my legs and he gently kissed the insides of my thighs. With his pretty brown eyes closed like a blind musician, he had the perfect erotic rhythm of a skilled virtuoso. He gently opened me up like an oyster; Lavon licked and sucked my neglected clit with the skill of a connoisseur as he massaged my g-spot with his fingers. I felt as though I was drifting through heaven, as he savored my glistening clit with his tongue. He pushed my legs back to my chest and Lavon sweetly stuck his tongue in the black hole of my ass. My back arched, I breathlessly murmured, "Please". I dug my nails into the back of his head, grinding my body into his face and tongue. "Oh fuck!" I screamed loudly when my pussy erupted sending a stream of liquid lust all over Lavon face. I was out of breath; my body was glowing with perspiration. I craved more. "Condom?" I breathlessly requested. He took one from his pocket and sheathed his cock. He grabbed my vibrator that was still on the bed. I gave in to Lavon's control as he turned me over to take me from behind. He activated the toy and held it against my clit as he slowly entered me. The excitement of the random encounter mixed with pure pleasure had me on the edge. I felt each skilled inch as he slipped his dark cock into me, I gasped in a desperate attempt to catch my breath. His gorgeous, tautly swollen cock hit the sweet spot inside me and pumped in and out of me with an arrogant sensuality. I was so ready. I was so fucking close. The vibrator buzzed insistently against my sensitive clit, and this living, breathing, incredibly sexy black man was inside of me. "Fuck me," I panted. Lavon delivered, picking up speed. He worked my pussy intensely moving the bed with his frantic pounding. He groaned ferociously. I could feel him shaking; the vibrator slipped. I immediately replaced it with my own fingers, giving him the freedom to use his hands for support, making it easier for him to slam into my cunt. "Yes, you're going to make me fucking cum," I ravenously moaned. The waves crested again. Pleasure rose up from within until I was near bursting. Lavon's movements were growing more frenzied. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and pulled me quickly against him. The most extraordinary orgasm crashed over my trembling form. I cried out his name while my pussy cascaded my milky lust all over him. Miles choked out a few curse words of his own, shuddered and collapsed next to me. We lay on the bed together, trying to catch our breath. Lavon stripped off the condom and I stared at his semi-erect cock. So big and so beautiful even in this state. I reached out and held it in my hand. "Thanks for...everything," I whispered and kissed his lips. He kissed me back deeper. "Thank you. Cloe you were right, you know." "Hm?" "With the crossword. It was valuing." I smiled, and Miles spoke as an afterthought. "But I like showing my appreciation this way better. Crossword Puzzles "Five down. Keeps your money. Something, something, n, something, e r..." I looked up from my book. "Wanker." Mum burst out laughing, her head bobbing up and down in my lap. It was one of those uncontrollable things where choking, or snot coming out of your nose, or an unexpected fart could have been the unfortunate result. As it was, she managed to cover her mouth while her laughter continued and tears streamed down her cheeks. "Oh dear...pass me one of those tissues off the table, would you...?" I held onto her soft waist with one hand and stretched round the end of the sofa to grab a handful of paper tissues. She wiped her eyes while returning to look at the crossword puzzle in the newspaper folded in front of her. "Haha. Oh. Well if that's right, then five across, famous outlaw, is 'willythekid'..." "Sounds about right to me..." "Alright then, clever git, let's see how good you really are. Mmmm, here we go then. Seventeen down. No letters yet, nine letters - 'mutual satisfaction'. "...Yesssssss...!!" Mum's laughter this time was a cackle. This time snot really did erupt from her nose and she did let out a short fart while grasping hold of her stomach. I took the newspaper off her and wafted the air around us before rolling her gently off my lap and onto the carpet. I looked down at her, sprawled there, clasping her stomach and laughing, not heeding the fact that her black pleated skirt had ridden up to give me a great view of a wide expanse of thigh and almost, but not quite, her knickers. "More tissues, Gary..." I duly obliged and then sat back, patting my lap and stretching out a hand to invite her back up. She grabbed hold, and as she lifted herself up I took the opportunity to glimpse down and into the cleavage of the red blouse which hung away from her body as she leant forward. Her gorgeous heavy breasts were nestled loosely in a frilly white lace hammock and I could see through the gap between them down to the tight elastic clasping the weight to her chest. Suddenly my invitation, to return her head to where it had been resting just a few moments before, didn't seem such a wise move. As she stretched out onto the sofa and lowered her head back into my lap, she brought one hand round to the nape of her neck to keep her shoulder-length auburn hair in place. As she smoothed her hand across, her knuckles brushed over the hillock of my semi hard-on. She didn't react, but pressed her head firmly back down as though to test its bounciness, and even moved it from side to side to get comfortable. She winked up at me. Just at that moment, Dad came back in from the kitchen after preparing himself a half-time sandwich and a cup of coffee. He wasn't a happy soul. Well, I mean, would you be, if you supported Newcastle? The match was being broadcast live and they were already finding themselves two-nil down, so now he was steeling himself for another forty-five minutes of unmitigated torture. They were playing away. If it had been a home match, he'd now be over at St. James' Park, sobbing with the best of them. He settled, muttering to himself, down into his armchair opposite the television. It's no life being a Newcastle supporter... Mum returned her gaze to the crossword and I returned to my book, willing my dick to think of other things besides the fact that if Mum were to turn her head slightly, she could begin to nibble at it... oh God, I was making it worse... Because my face was hidden from her by my book, Mum couldn't see that I was free to roam my eyes over her whole, albeit clothed, body as it stretched out along the length of the sofa. I gazed at the sliver of pale skin that was exposed because of the undone button where her blouse tucked into the band of her skirt; the skirt fell around her waist and dipped over her pubic mound and down into the crevice between her slightly open legs. It stopped at just above her knee, and then her long, long legs continued down to her bare crimson-painted toes... I was nudged back to reality by Mum tapping her pen on my book. I put it to one side. She was smiling and pointing to the puzzle with her pen. She'd filled in a new line - 'Roman god'. Four letters. She'd written 'Gary'. I raised an eyebrow, returned the smile and took the puzzle off her. I quickly scanned the clues and filled in an answer. I handed the paper back to her. She looked at it and a broad smile crossed her face. Seven across. 'Goddess of love beauty and sexuality'. Nine letters... mmm, Aphrodite? No. I wrote in 'mymumanne'. Mum grinned, seemed to bite her bottom lip and mouthed a 'thank you'. She then brought one finger to her lips, kissed it and brought it up to my mouth. I didn't kiss it. I licked it. That was it, we were now playing a secret game, just the two of us. Dad wasn't included. Anne returned her finger to just in front of her own mouth, looked up at me, stuck out her tongue and licked around the tip too. I let out a short gasp, but managed to break the hypnotic spell she was casting over me, grabbed back the pen and paper and entered a few more letters. The letters broke out of the crossword frame altogether. I hadn't filled in a new clue. Onto 'yesssssss' I'd added 'ssssSSSSS!!'. She was giggling silently. She raised her knees so the paper was now resting against the tops of her thighs. As she'd lifted them, her skirt had dropped back towards her waist. If it weren't for the newspaper I'd now be staring full-on at her panties. As it was, at the side of her skirt I could just detect a tidbit of white frilly lace. My semi hard-on was now a full-blown rager. Mum nudged it with her cheek and looked me straight in the eyes. The tip of her tongue licked around her lips. She wrote down, 'uteezer' in a random space. I bent my head, took the pen, found another space and wrote 'cuzovu'. She smiled. In another space I filled in 'btw' and waited for her reaction. She read it and looked at me quizzically. I looked for a nine-letter space, wrote into it and regarded her with my own smirk. She read, 'icurbelli' Again she looked puzzled, but then realization dawned and she looked down to see her own navel on full display through the gap where her blouse was unbuttoned. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. She wrote. I read, Fourteen down: 'uvoyeuru' I turned the paper round to my side, added my bit and turned it back to her. This time she had trouble keeping it in and I had to hold her tightly until her laughter subsided. I'd drawn bold circles around the 'yessssSSS!!...' I glanced over towards Dad. He was engrossed in his team's Waterloo. If he'd glanced across at us, he would have only seen the arm of the sofa, the top of Mum's head and the folded newspaper resting on her knees. Mum also did her best to look over towards him, but without moving her head, could only swivel her eyes round. She looked back at me. I did a small shake of my head. No, he couldn't see. Mum reached down and undid the second button at the bottom of her blouse and parted it even more. She looked up at me and nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered her legs, opened the pages of the newspaper fully and, idly, as though short-sighted, began to scan the headlines, hiding her face from me and the rest of her body from Dad... Revealed in front of me now lay this curvaceous body with its clothes in mild disarray. I'd been given permission and was completely free to let my eyes wander and linger over any part I wanted. Her blouse was open from waist to mid-chest and her skirt had stayed where it was after she'd straightened her legs. Her pussy mound was on full view through the semi-opaque material of her lacy panties. Short dark hairs protruded through the holes left by the flowered pattern embellishing them. My dick gave an involuntary jerk and Mum squeezed her cheek up against it. This was it. I took a deep breath and reached out my hand and placed my palm, fingers splayed, gently down onto her belly. I rested it there for a few moments while it rose and fell serenely with her breathing. I crooked my fingertips and felt the buoyancy of her smooth flesh. I made small circular motions around her navel, my fingertips barely grazing the skin, provoking a tremble throughout her frame. They brushed lightly against her waistband at the bottom of the circle and just under the next fastened button of her blouse at the top. Mum let the newspaper half fall forward and, out loud, asked, "So how's your book, Gary?" I looked at her blankly. "Your book, is it interesting?" Her eyes swiveled urgently back and forth to where I'd placed my book on the arm of the sofa. I suddenly caught her drift and reached across to retrieve it while Mum glanced innocently up at the ceiling, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. "Oh yeah, it's great... you wouldn't like it though - all blood 'n guts..." "Yuk." "No sensuous kissing, no heat of passion, no throbbing members...membership..." "Ah well..." My one hand now held the book open, my other returned to Mum's belly and Mum herself returned to examining the newspaper in detail. Softly, she said to me, "Pity this is only a five minute newspaper." What was it with me? Was I so slow on the uptake? Because a moment later one of her hands crawled below the paper, grabbed hold of my one caressing her belly and pulled it up to rest upon her breast. She moved the paper away from her face and raised both eyebrows towards me. I lifted my hand away from her breast and a flicker of...surprise?... disappointment?... crossed her face. But when I reached down and undid the next button up, and then the next, she returned to the printed word. Her blouse was now only being held together at the top. I parted the sides of it and gazed down in rapt delight at the two patterned mounds jutting upwards. I smoothed my hand over the one and then over the other. The darker flesh indicating the border of the areolas was peeking over the rippled top edges of her bra. I delved underneath the tight band of elastic, lifted my hand at the wrist and brought my fingers down to embrace the whole of her breast. I grasped her aroused nipple between my index and middle finger, and started to softly manipulate it, while my other fingers and thumb kneaded around the rest of her mound. Mum wriggled the top of her body and... "Just what the hell do you think you're playing at?!??" My dad's enraged voice. Mum jerked herself upright, snapping the flaps of her blouse tightly together and fastening it while I tugged the hem of her skirt quickly back down to its respectable position by her knees. Both our hearts stopped. "Didn't they teach you anything about defending, you wimp? Oh, for fuck's sake...!!" Apparently Newcastle were about to go three down. Mum sighed. "Jack, could you keep your voice down a bit? You just scared the living daylights out of us...we're trying to read over here..." "Oh, sorry love, sorry Gazz, but that pillock couldn't defend a nun from a bishop... you watch, we'll sell him in the next window, mark my words..." Mum turned and looked at me. And she grinned...and brought her head back down to my lap. "Oof, this isn't as comfortable any more. Do you think we could make a little adjustment?" She turned her face towards me, brought her far hand across, grabbed hold of my zip and yanked it fully down in one smooth motion. "Maybe that'll do..." She swiveled her head to peek at the bulge jutting from my open fly. "Nope. Still not right. A bit more..." And her hand delved into my pants, into the waistband of my boxers and fished my erect dick out from its nest. With it firmly in her hand she gazed at it in obvious appreciation.. My own gaze was equally held by this fantastic sight of my own mother openly grasping the circumference of my cock along its length and looking lovingly at my dickhead, already dampening around its tip. She glanced up at me, smiling, as her opening mouth inched its way forward. I realized in that fraction of a second that if dad were only to turn in his chair he could probably see what was happening. So I reached across for the newspaper, turned in his direction and leant over the arm of the sofa. At the same time I opened the newspaper to the centre pages. This action hid Dad's view of us and at the same time pushed my dick forwards towards Mum's waiting mouth. "There was something I wanted to see in here...now, umm, where was it? Someone told me U2's got a gig coming up sometime at St. James'..." "Better be when the season's over then," muttered Dad, "Don't want that bunch of arseholes carving up the pitch..." So he could still hear us then. Maybe there was a lull, or the ball had gone out for a goal-kick or something. But he never took his gaze away from the TV. Besides, I was barely listening to him because Mum's mouth now had my cock firmly buried inside it up to the hilt. She was looking up at me as she let it slither out again, wet with her saliva. Then in it went again, this time at an angle, and Mum's cheek bulged with the shape of my cockhead. In, out, in, out, her cheek expanded and deflated like a bellows. All the while her tongue was engaged in feverish activity swirling around my knob-end. Oh jeez, I was going to cum any second now... Mum took my dick fully out of her mouth and licked around the bulbous end, keeping her eyes on me all the time. Was that an evil glint in them? My face must have been a complete mixture of terror and ecstasy because at that moment I felt the familiar surge begin to erupt. But Mum, with lightning reflexes, jabbed her open mouth back onto my dick and I came and came and gushed straight into the back of her throat. She was managing to swallow most of it, but as my cum was emptying down her gullet, I was refilling her mouth at about the same rate. Eventually it seeped out around the sides and dribbled down onto her chin. When she was satisfied I'd emptied everything into her, she lazily let it swim out through her lips, leaving a white string of cum behind it. There was jizz hanging from her bottom lip as well as her chin and, as though I didn't already know it, she opened her mouth wide to show me the white pool being swirled around inside by her tongue. She then swallowed it. She grinned the biggest of grins. For my part I made nervous glances towards Dad. Suddenly, Mum brought one hand up to her mouth, "A...a...ah...tschoo...!!" "Gesundheit." "Bless you." "Thanks. Oh, hand me another couple of tissues from over there could you, Gazz?" I smiled at her deception. "Sure. Anything for you, Mum." And I really did mean that. I handed her the tissues and she first wiped around her mouth, teasingly lapping at a gob of cum which was hanging just out of reach at the corner of her cheek. I reached across with my finger, scooped it up, held it out to her and she sucked it off me and into her mouth. She made one last swipe across her face and looked up at me enquiringly. I made a small nod that she was now clean, and she took out another tissue and set to work on my knob. She looked like she was diligently polishing shoes, humming along as she went; with the tissue in both hands she worked her way from this side to that side down to the tip and then underneath to repeat the same action. I think she was aided in this by the fact that all this rubbing served to resurrect my limp dick, and by the time she'd finished, it was again bouncing jauntily in front of her face. But time was not on our side. I glanced over at the TV and saw the match clock was already on 87:42 and ticking. "Ah shit, I've had enough of this..." growled Dad No, no...please don't get up! "I don't know why I let myself in for this bunch o' pansies every week. If I was manager I'd sack the lot of 'em and bring in my old schoolmates. Now they were what you could call a team, they could wipe the floor..." His monologue continued but he didn't get up. He wasn't one of those supporters who left the ground ten minutes before the final whistle in order to beat the crowd, he was a real trouper and he was staying up to the bitter end. Meanwhile, Mum was calmly trying to wedge my cock back into its lair, but was having a few problems due to its rigidity and, I'm proud to say, its length, and the relatively small opening offered by my fly. As the seconds ticked by, I saw she was getting more and more frustrated and there was a real danger she would end up trying to bend it out of shape, or even worse, snap it, in order to get it back in. I saw her turn her hand into a fist and I jerked upright. Was she actually going to try and punch it back in?? "No, don't!!", and at the same moment an instinct for self-preservation made me cover my dick with the more than slightly ridiculous protection offered me by the newspaper. Dad sat up and swiveled his head round towards us, startled. "What's up with you?" "Huh, it's cramp. Dammit, I'm getting cramp. Mum's giving me a dead-leg the way she's lying on me..." "You're right. Come on Annie, give the boy a bit of space can't you? You're smothering him, poor lad." "Yeah, Mum, come on, give me a break, move over..." Mum did so with a bemused look on her face. As she did, the sodden tissues fell away and onto the floor. Dad got up from his armchair. Game over. He turned towards us and looked down. "Wow, that's some coughs and sniffles you've got there. Just don't breathe over me, alright? I don't want to catch it..." With that he picked up his plate and coffee cup and sauntered off into the kitchen. Mum's eyes followed him until he was out of the room. Then she looked at me, raised the newspaper from my lap, bent over, kissed the tip of my dick and replaced the paper before following Dad out to the kitchen. Just before she left the room, she said over her shoulder, "Oh, by the way, it's upside-down..." "What is?" "The newspaper..." Rather foolishly in retrospect, because of course there was no one else left in the room, I looked down into my lap, realized she was right and swiveled it to right side-up. ------------------------------------- Mum prepared us all something to eat later, though only something light because, after all, it was Saturday and we'd each of us got places to go later. I was off to meet a few friends from the university over at a dance venue close to one of the halls of residence, while Mum and Dad were off to what Anne called the post-mortem for Newcastle with some of Dad's mates down at the pub. She said the club had died and been resurrected so many times that they ought to make a zombie movie out of it. As a neutral, I thought that was quite funny. But there was an avoidance of eye contact, at least on Mum's part, as if there was a realization that we'd gone a bit - a bit?? - too far earlier and maybe needed to back up. But I wanted to give her some kind of reassurance. While she was washing a couple of pots over at the sink, I leant across with my own empty coffee cup and whispered, "Seven across." She said nothing, but washed my cup, put it to drain, wiped her hands, went through to the other room and picked up the paper. Aha. 'Goddess of love beauty and sexuality.' My mum, Anne. She put the paper down and walked back past me with barely a flicker of recognition. Under her breath she said, "Fourteen down." She was playing me at my own game. I strolled over to the paper to remind me what fourteen down was. 'uvoyeuru'. I turned, She was framed in the doorway to the kitchen. I said, "Seventeen down." We both burst out laughing because we immediately recognized that one. 'YesssssssSSSSS!!' Dad came through at that moment. "What's the joke?" Crossword Puzzles Mum: "Newcastle United." And simultaneously I said, "Your team." We smiled at each other. "Well ha ha to you too. One of these days..." Mum said, "Well, on that very distant day, we'll dig you out of your grave to pass on the information..." and went out to get changed for the evening. I wanted to follow her up to the bedroom so I could stand behind her while she was looking in the mirror undressing, and help her slide out of that blouse and skirt...and that bra...and those panties...to stand wedged up behind her naked form and reach round and cup her breasts...push my dick between those cheeks... As it was I had to twiddle my thumbs for the next half-hour before going out myself, so I just waited. When she came down a while later, Dad of course was getting impatient because, as a man, he'd been ready for the last fifteen minutes. But even he seemed to catch his breath for an instant when she made her entrance. She was wearing an understated little black dress which came to an abrupt halt well above her knees. At her ample cleavage, her breasts were making a sustained effort to push themselves up and over the top, while down below, her feet were perched precariously on a pair of strappy black heels, adding yet more length to her already long, curvy legs. She'd teased her hair up at the back while leaving a couple of wavy strands hanging down over her ears. Those ears twinkled with droplet rings which matched the necklace around her throat. All this I took in at one glance. As did Dad. Apparently we were both just sitting there with our mouths wide open, Like father, like son. "What? It's too over the top for the pub? Too chavvy? Should I change?" Together we blurted out, "You're kidding, no, it's great!... No Mum, it's fantastic... No Annie, you'll wow 'em all tonight, I'll have to guard you with a shotgun...Mum you're hot!..." She seemed to consider this for a moment. "Hmm, OK. Jack, go start up the car, I've just got another couple of things to see to..." "Alright. But don't take as long as it took you to get dressed..." And he went out, swinging his car keys. Mum stood there looking at me with a quiet smile on her face. Then she laid her hand on one jutting hip. And gyrated it. Then she sidled slowly up to me, swinging her ass from side to side as she did so, her front jiggling with each step of her heels. At that point she was barely a foot and a half in front of me and my nose was level with her navel. She bent down towards me from the waist. I had trouble focusing on the deep chasm which had appeared between her breasts, they were that close. She bent even lower, then took one of her fingers, placed it in between her lips, licked it and slowly brought it down into her cleavage. She thrust it down between her tits and then brought it out as though scooping out a portion of ice-cream. She placed it between my lips which willingly slid open and sucked in the whole length. While I was thus occupied, inhaling her soft fragrance as I did so, she brought her head round to one side and whispered into my ear, "This is all for you. And if you're a good boy, then tomorrow I might give you a treat..." "Mmmmm?" "Mmmm. Four letters, ending in c, k." My eyes opened as wide as they could. "Mmm MMM mm???" "Aha." She kissed me on my forehead, extracted her finger, swiveled on the spot and sashayed out the door without looking back. How long did I remain motionless? I dunno. All kinds of permutations were swirling around, jostling for position in my head. Dot, dot, c, k...oh...my...God!! I stumbled into the bathroom not knowing whether to wank or collapse. I opened the cold tap and doused my face in the water and looked up at myself in the mirror. There, right in the middle of my forehead, was the bright red outline of Anne's lipstick. Like a well-taken fingerprint, only hers could ever be a straight match for that. For a second I considered keeping it there as a badge of honour, a medal, but...but...I wiped it off. No sense my mates seeing it and giving me the third degree...but I so wanted to keep it there, incriminating though it was... That evening passed in a slow blur. I wished I could wind it up and fast-forward it to the next day. So slow. I joined in half-heartedly with the joshing, flirting and ribbing that seemed to be a constant in meets between my mates. I even danced a bit with a girl called Kay, but found myself making comparisons between her and Mum...Kay came in second, and not just by a head...she was really, I mean really, nice, but simply paled in comparison with Anne. It wasn't only this new teasing sex thing we'd got going on between us, it was the whole rapport of ideas and sense of humour and meeting of minds where we seemed to complement one another in most things. Even though I bowed out early, I only just managed to catch the last Metro back at midnight. The whole affair might have gone on till dawn; seeing as it was the weekend. I could have dossed out on the floor in one of my mates' rooms of course, but understandably I was eager to get home. When I arrived the house was already in darkness. British pubs have these strict licensing hours so Mum and Dad had probably been back quite a while. I didn't turn any lights on and just felt my way upstairs and into my room. I shrugged off my clothes down to my boxers, and stumbled along to the bathroom to clean my teeth, all the while imagining Anne just in the next room, probably wearing next-to-nothing. Maybe nothing at all? Should I peep in as I passed? No. There's a fine line between bravery and foolishness. I might try to bend that line a little bit, but if it snapped, my head would be on the block. So I padded back to my own room and threw myself down onto my bed. It was as though I could smell her fragrance all over again. Ah yes, I was sure I could. I closed my eyes, a wide smile on my face, and replayed the view of her looking up at me with her mouth full of my rampant dick. I grabbed hold of said dick and in my masturbatory pleasure, my head swept from side to side... The action in my fevered imagination was so realistic, spurred on by her distinctive scent which filled my nostrils as though she were lying next to me. Hold on. I COULD smell her scent... It was coming from that side, next to my pillow... I reached across and... came into contact with a pair of panties... I flicked on the light. Not just any panties. Her panties. Anne's panties. Panties she'd been wearing just a short time before. Those panties through which I'd contemplated the rise of her pussy mound and noted the few spiky hairs that escaped its confines. I sniffed them. Panties which had held her labia in place as she'd walked, sat, stretched, and...I sniffed them again...squirted into when I was tickling her belly and massaging her breast. I didn't need a pillow that night when I finally fell asleep. My cheek rested on those panties. --------------------------- " 'morning, sleepy head, I've brought you a cup of coffee. So come on, rise and shine..." Mum threw open my curtains and I was blinded by the glare of the sunlight which poured into the room. "Oh, umm, 'morning Mum..." Yawn. "Can you put it down there on the table for me? Thanks..." I lifted my head but felt something stuck to my cheek. "Okay, here you are then. Oh, and I think those might be mine..." She reached across and gently, as you might do with a plaster, peeled her crumpled panties away from my face. "I think you'd better have a good scrub on that side of your face, you've got a flowery pattern all over it. Your dad might wonder why." She smiled, turned and left, swinging the panties over her shoulder as she went. When I went downstairs shortly afterwards, Mum was nowhere to be seen. Dad said she'd just gone out to the newsagents for the Sunday paper and some fresh rolls for breakfast. "Oh and by the way, she says thanks for offering to mow the lawn and wash the car." I stopped in the middle of putting bread into the toaster. Huh? "What's come over you?" He grinned. "Never mind, she said she'll see you right afterwards, whatever that means..." I looked at him blankly. He continued," 'course, if you're in the mood, I've got a couple of quid, I can give you a whole list of..." "Whoa! Slow down Dad, I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. Profit doesn't come into it..." Yeah, right...Mum's words came back to me - 'If you're a good boy, tomorrow I'll give you a treat...dot, dot, c, k...' I surprised myself, and, I think, Dad as well, by going straight out to the garage and pulling out the lawnmower to set it up. Just at that moment, Mum came back through the front gate, with a bag of provisions, and stopped to smile at me. "Well, we are eager beavers, aren't we? I wonder what brought that on?" She licked across her top lip. "You think you'll get extra credits...?" She laughed and continued up the path. "Oh, I'll call you in when breakfast's ready..." I was already half-way through the job when Mum called out the window for me to come and eat. I went in to find a full English breakfast on my plate. It seemed to be twice the size of Dad's portion. Usually, I'd have just grabbed that piece of toast or something. Dad had taken the sports supplement from the paper and was already engrossed in the mathematical permutations which might give his team any chance of avoiding relegation. I looked at my loaded plate and raised an eyebrow. "Well," said Mum, seriously, "I think we've got to build up your strength. I want you hundred percent fit." She looked at me in all innocence as I ate... and rubbed my leg underneath the table. I dropped my fork. As I bent down and to retrieve it, I looked up and across towards Mum's legs. She'd arranged them in that classic feminine pose where her feet were spread but her knees were clamped tightly together. As I momentarily enjoyed this view, her knees slowly parted, stopping with a gap of a few inches between them, before being drawn together again. But almost immediately they started to open once more, only this time slightly wider. A thin, gauzy white vertical strip appeared at the junction of her legs. Then she closed them again. Then they reopened... even wider. The triangle and strip of her tiny, transparent panties, wedged in between the cushions of her pussy lips, was on full display for just an instant before the loose folds of her skirt fell in between her thighs, effectively obscuring my view. But my memory had indelibly registered the way the material had given me a clear, almost uninterrupted view of the hairs on her bush and the beginnings of the groove leading down into her pussy. The strip had delved in between those lips and disappeared as though it was being sucked inside. I scrabbled around as if the fork had fallen beyond my reach, not taking my eyes away from Anne's legs. At that moment one of her hands reached below the table. The index finger pointed at my face and then pointed towards her crotch. Then once more at me. Then two fingers took the hem of her skirt, lifted it and drew it up towards her lap. Her legs were still placed about two feet apart. Her fingers released her skirt and it remained wedged across the top of her legs. Then her hand came back underneath and made a leisurely tiptoe stroke down along the length of her panties. Bringing her hand back up, she allowed one finger to push against the material and even more of it disappeared up into her crack. Now the outer lips of her labia were pouting out around the strip and the inner lips were beginning to make an entrance. Down came her finger again, and this time it hooked into the crotch, eased it juicily out from between her lips, and pulled it to one side. Her other hand now suddenly made an appearance and joined the first on the other side of her pussy. After a brief instant, knowing she was teasing me by drawing out the moment, she eased her lips apart and displayed the pink, juicy insides fully to my gaze. And as if not sure that I was properly focused, she opened her legs even wider. Then she dipped one finger deep inside herself, swam it around, withdrew it, brought it up above the table and then she closed her legs. Show over. Of course I knocked myself on the edge of the table as I re-emerged, jolting it as I did so. But Dad, even though still engrossed in the sports pages, automatically grabbed hold of his coffee cup when I banged my head, as though such a thing were a daily occurrence, but otherwise he didn't pay me any attention. Mum seemed to be drinking her coffee in an excessively refined manner, with one finger stuck out as she held her cup by the handle. She glanced over at me and, as though being annoyed at my bad table manners, she tutted, "Oh, Gazz, you're such a messy eater, you've got tomato sauce at the side of your mouth..." I licked to either side but couldn't find anything. Anne reached across with the finger that had been jutting out from the cup handle, and made as if to remove something from my cheek. She then inserted the finger into my mouth. "No, no, here... there you are..." I sucked the pussy juice off her finger. "Thanks, Mum." "My pleasure..." With a cheeky smile she then proceeded to totally ignore me and went back to her own portion of the Sunday paper, while chewing on a piece of toast. That was it for the rest of breakfast and, to the casual fly on the wall, we were probably a fairly generic picture that was repeated in many houses up and down our road - a family around the breakfast table, each absorbed in his own little world as reflected in the choice of newspaper supplement. Few words were exchanged except for the occasional 'Pass the butter', or 'You want that last piece of toast?' or a comment on an interesting tidbit of news. I finished eating and clattered my pots together before taking them over to the sink and casually mentioning that I was going out to finish the grass. "Okay, love." Mum barely glanced up from her fashion article. "Don't get too sweaty..." And with that she did look over to me and it was with a humorous glint in her eye. My lawn mowing efforts didn't take too long. Of course they didn't match the immaculate squares of the pitch at St. James' Park, but I reckoned I'd managed a fair representation of a green chess board. I stood back and, wiping my brow, observed it with pride. Behind me, Mum said, "Well, if you don't get your degree at least you'll be able to earn a bit of cash with the grass cutting thing..." I spun round and she was standing very close up behind me with a cold glass of juice in her hand. "Here you go, Sparky..." She handed it to me and I downed it in one go. While I was thus engaged, Mum stroked her hand across my chest, admiringly. "Mmm, like in one of those porno movies... wifey comes out in her seethru negligée while the gardener's flexing his muscles in a tantalizing fashion..." I grinned and flexed the biceps of my right arm. Mum squeezed it appreciatively. "Ooh, I'm impressed..." "But you've forgotten the negligée bit..." She glanced down at herself. "Yeah, I'm a bit overdressed..." Only a bit, I thought. I could whip that dress off her in a flash... "I do have a nice seethru negligée though..." "Uhuh..." "Uhuh indeed... which reminds me, you've done a good job here... and I promised you a treat..." "Uhuh... 'something, something, c k', wasn't it, if I, umm, remember?" Could I forget? "True. Come with me round the side of the house where no one can see us." She turned, tugging at the bottom of my T-shirt, and led me willingly round to the side of the house, where she threw me up against the wall. She pressed her upper body against me, my arms circling her waist, and she spread her legs wide across the outsides of my thighs. "Here it comes..." Her head went round to the side of my face. She used one hand to pull a few straggles of my hair away from my cheek, blew gently into my ear, and then I felt a damp wash stroke messily up across my face from chin to eye-socket. She pulled away. "There you are." I looked at her blankly while wiping my cheek with my forearm. "What...?" "What's wrong?" A wide-eyed, deadpan look on her face. "Something, something, c, k...? L.I.C.K..." Still she looked deadpan. At least she did until she saw the dawn of realization cross my face and I started to make a lunge towards her. She let out a raucous yelp and fled screaming and giggling towards the kitchen door. She burst through it with me in hot pursuit. Dad was just that moment coming through into the kitchen from the living-room. "Heh, heh, what's all the palaver...?" Mum laughed and hid herself from me behind his protective frame. "It's your obnoxious son, he was going to wash the car and he said he'd hose me down as well..." She peeped out, holding on to his elbow and grinning from behind it. "Yeah? Well, it'll have to wait then, 'cause I need the car. You'll have to hose her down later, Gazz." "Where you off to?" "Just round to your Auntie Jean's. Her car's packed up on her again and she wants me to give it the once-over...don't know why she doesn't just buy a new one, she's got the cash..." "You'll be long?" "A couple of hours. I'll get her to make me some lunch as a down-payment. See you later..." And off he went to his sister's, Jean's, pulling the kitchen door to behind him. Anne and I stood watching each other and listening. The car door slammed. The engine revved. The car was thrown into reverse and Dad backed out of the driveway. Mum smiled. She was slipping her shoes off as she spoke. "So, how does one do a 'once-over', anyway...?" It was as though she'd called, 'on your marks... get set...', because she just spun round on the spot and raced out of the kitchen with me closing in on her tail. As she sprinted past the sofa she grabbed hold of a cushion and threw it wildly behind her, approximately in my direction. I simply fended it off in midair, vaulted the sofa using my other hand and made a perfect Spiderman landing in front of her. I grinned. She grinned. Then she tried to escape again but I was too fast. I grabbed her, screaming and laughing, by the waist, slung her nimbly over my shoulder and made my way, caveman-style with my quarry, towards the stairs. As we started up them, she thrust both her hands down into the back of my pants under my boxers and grabbed hold of two full handfuls of my ass. For my part, I flipped her dress up, tugged the back of her panties below her cheeks and caressed her beautiful globes. By the time we'd reached halfway up the stairs, she'd already brought her hands out and was now trying to lever my pants down over my ass too. A dangerous game. I got to the top just as the pants were pushed right down and arrived at my ankles. But I didn't stop, and continued in tiny steps, a bit like one of those Japanese women you see in traditional dress, towards Anne's bedroom. There, I kneed the door open, hobbled across and threw her onto the bed. I stood looking down at her lying there, resting on her elbows, her dress unashamedly up around her waist, while she remained transfixed by the sight of me, just in my T-shirt, my pants round my ankles and my pole sticking out proudly in front, directly at her. Her look then turned serious, and she lifted herself from the bed and walked, stumbled almost, straight into my arms, wrapping her hands around my neck, pressing her body up against me and attaching her wide-open mouth onto mine like a limpet. We kissed greedily as though we could never satisfy our appetites. She laughed as I licked along her cheek in retribution. I trembled as she stuck her tongue into my ear. We both smiled as we planted kisses all over the other's face. Crossword Puzzles Then I turned her to face the full-length mirror, with me standing right there behind her. "I have to do this," I whispered, "you're so beautiful..." I lifted the hem of her dress and marveled as her smooth thighs came into view, then her hips encased in their wisp of gauze, then her trim waist, then the heavy breasts in their matching bra, which bounced joyfully as I swept the bodice up above them, her long neck, and finally, as I threw the dress to one side, her smiling face topped by its mussed hair. We stood there gazing into the mirror, my dick pressed hard into the groove of her bum, just as I'd imagined it, my arms around her cupping her breasts. She herself reached round her back and undid the clasp, and from the front I eased the straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups away and down. Her breasts were an awesome sight to my eyes; they were magnificent, the proud, erect nipples set in the center of those pale orbs, highlighted by the dark brownish-red of her areolas. I brought my hands to her hips, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and eased them down so she could step out of them. While I was kneeling there, I placed kisses on each of her ass-cheeks. As I stood up again, I ripped my own shirt off over my head and disentangled myself from my pants. We were both now totally naked. It felt so right. She reached up behind her with one arm and drew my head down into her neck where I licked and bit and sucked her. Then she was turning in to me and was thrusting her pelvis forward to meet my dick. I walked her backwards towards her dressing table and as she felt it press against her ass, she sat back onto it. It looked like it had been manufactured with just this sort of episode in mind, because, with her arms clasped around my neck, she opened her legs wide and wrapped them around me, pulling me into her. My dick didn't need guiding, it had been waiting for this moment for a long time. So, I guessed, had Anne, because her pussy was already sopping wet as my knob-head was drawn unerringly to its entrance and slipped smoothly inside. We paused momentarily to savour that moment of my cock bulging the walls of her hot sheath. And then we both pushed forward. Her head rolled back as she appreciated that extra bit of length from our mutual push. Then I drew away and then slammed back inside. Her legs were pulling me, her heels dug in around my waist. Then I was thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. The dressing table was rocking dangerously and multiple bottles of lotion, nail lacquer, perfume, began to tip over and roll drunkenly onto the floor. But we paid them no heed. There was another crash as a framed picture of a young me smashed into pieces. How symbolic... I lifted her, her legs still gripping me tightly, and walked her over to the bed, almost stumbling over the junk now strewn around beneath us. But I laid her down, gazed into her eyes and increased the tempo of my jerking. We were both on the verge... her 'yes... yes... yesssss...c'mon...!!' egged me on until the spasms of my cum ripped through my lower body and I was loading Anne's cunt to overflowing with my sperm. And she was laughing and wiping the sweat from her face and then from mine... We lay there in that position for a while, me on top, stroking her face Anne said, "See, I told you not to get too sweaty... you've only got so much to spare..." I whispered, "Do you mind if I swear a little?" She giggled, "You might as well...I don't think we've got many boundaries left..." "Okay then. I just wanted to tell you... that was fucking brilliant!!" Anne burst out laughing, and in so doing, compressed the walls of her cunt around my recovering shaft. I gently began to push into her once more. She gently responded. This time she allowed me to rest my upper body on my hands so I could gaze down at her breasts as they quivered like jellies from the vibrations. She was stroking my face too, but as the tempo increased, she transferred her hold to my shoulders, digging her nails in with each forward stroke. And by the time we came again, she was clinging on to my butt and whispering sweet obscenities into my ear. Dad arrived home about an hour after we'd tidied up and resettled ourselves on the sofa. On hearing the car, we had time to make ourselves presentable, and when he came through the door, Mum was stretched out on the sofa with her head on my lap. I had my book open, right side-up, and she had the newspaper opened to the weekend crossword puzzle. It was a cryptic one. It might take a long time. "This is ooh, so hard..." said Mum, the pen in her mouth. Dad thought she meant the puzzle, but I knew she meant the dick that she'd gone down on just a few moments before with her bare ass in the air, and which was even now eagerly pressed up against the back of her head. Just the thought that she was lying there without panties...