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A Good Son Ch. 01

By: Whitesocks



Mother became a widow aged forty. My father was twelve years older than her but still a bit young to have a heart attack. I often wondered how they had got it together in the first place because he was not good looking and tended to be a bit dull and old fashioned. They had married when she was twenty and I arrived two years later. It took her a while to get over his death.

Mother isn't exactly cheesecake either. She is quite petite with short dark hair but perhaps a little plump. She has average breasts, nice legs and I suppose one could say she is pretty. I like my Mum and since Dad died I have tried to be a good son. Occasionally I bring her flowers and sometimes chocolates and she is always pleased when I do.

When I saw her masturbating, I was stunned. I wasn't shocked or embarrassed, I could not believe my eyes. The reason I was so surprised was because I had never regarded her as a sexual person, which I suppose is really unfair.

This was how it happened. I had forgotten that the office computers were due to be upgraded and as we had to close for the afternoon, I bought Mum some flowers and headed home.

As I got out of the car I noticed that the downstairs curtains were drawn which was strange. For no other reason than I wanted to surprise her, I quietly entered and immediately heard the television. I carefully turned the handle of the lounge door and peered inside. The room was fairly dark because of the drawn curtains but in the light of the television screen I could clearly see Mother from one side.

There she was, her dress pulled up to her waist and her hand between her thighs. Her legs were open and her panties were around one ankle. The poor dear was watching a soft porn film from late night television. The sort of rubbish that showed naked breasts and buttocks but no genitals. Somehow she had managed to record it, which surprised me because she had always claimed that the machine was a mystery to her.

Anyway, a muscular guy was going down on a buxom girl and Mother was just about to come. I watched fascinated as she stiffened, arched her body, gave a little gasp and then subsided with her chin on her chest. I backed out quietly, got into my car and drove to the pub.

Over a pint I gave it some serious thought. I considered my feelings but what surprised me most was despite witnessing an erotic situation, I had not acquired even the semblance of an erection.

I am perfectly normal and heavily into masturbation, especially with my girlfriend Sue who is a randy bitch. We frig each other's brains out and watching her going at it with a running commentary about how 'hot and wet she is', is enough to bring me off every time.

The truth was that I felt nothing but tenderness for my Mother and some pity. I had never given a thought to the fact that she might be sexually frustrated and I felt guilty. Why shouldn't she get horny?

She was young enough and in good shape and her pussy was her own business; or was it? Watching a soft porn movie was pathetic, so I decided to also make it my business.

I stayed out until the normal time and then gave her the flowers. She was pleased and thanked me with the usual little kiss on my cheek and a hug. Then I went to my room and sorted through my porn to find the least offensive. No anal, just general screwing with the occasional blowjob.

Later I went to Sue's and we had some action but my mind was elsewhere and she said I was boring.

The next evening was Sue's Spanish class so I stayed home. After dinner, Mother sat reading a book and I was watching the end of a soccer game. I had already checked and sure enough the soft porn recording had been deleted. I went to my bedroom and got the disk.

I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I decided to take the plunge anyway. I said, "Mother I've got a CD that I think you might enjoy. I hope you'll watch it sometime when you're alone."

She looked interested. "What's it about dear?"

"It's a porn movie."

I waited nervously for her reaction. Quietly she said, "Anthony, why would I want to watch that sort of thing?"

This was it. "Well Mother, the office was shut yesterday afternoon and I came home with the flowers. Without realising that you were otherwise engaged, I accidentally saw that you were enjoying yourself and I apologise."

She sat frozen for a few moments just staring at me wide eyed as her cheeks flushed. Then without a word she got up and left the room. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and her bedroom door shut.

What should I do now? Well I couldn't leave it hanging so I followed her upstairs. I knocked on her door and went in. She was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands and her back to me. In a whisper she said, "Please go away."

I sat down beside her and resisted the urge to put my arm around her shoulders. I said, "Mother there is nothing wrong with masturbation. I do it all the time and I have done since I was a kid. I do it in bed, in the bath and I've even done it in the loo at work. Everyone does it. It's a perfectly healthy and natural activity that is very enjoyable and completely free of charge."

I suddenly realised that this was an odd conversation to be having with my mother when it should have been the other way around.

She replied, "You've embarrassed and humiliated me."

"Mother I'm the one who should be ashamed. I've never given a thought to the fact that you're in the prime of life with normal sexual desires, but from now on I will."

I stood up and left the disk on the bed. "If you want to give yourself pleasure in the privacy of your own home then I urge you to see the real thing, not that rubbish you were watching yesterday. I've got dozens of them if you occasionally want a change of scenery. They're all pretty much the same, except there are some that I don't think you're quite ready for yet."

The next evening there was very little conversation during dinner and it was awkward. Finally when we sat down and she had picked up her book I enquired, "Well?"

"Well what dear?" she asked quietly.

"Did you watch it?"

"Of course I didn't."

"Mother nobody could resist having a peep so don't expect me to believe you."

She remained silent.

"If you don't answer me," I said ominously, "I'll make you watch it."

Her reaction was sharp. "All right I did watch it. There, are you satisfied? Now I'd like to change the subject please."

I pressed on with, "What did you think of it?"

She looked down for several seconds and then slowly lowered her book. She sighed and in a resigned tone said, "As you already know that I masturbate and you are obviously not going to give up, yes it was the real thing and quite stimulating."

"Ah yes, but did you do any stimulating?"

She replied tersely, "Mind your own business."

I was persistent. "I'm assuming that you did and as I want to find the right porn for you, did you have an orgasm?"

She stayed silent as if considering her options. Then she replied resignedly, "As I have no dignity left at all; if you must know, yes I did and I'd now like to change the subject please."

I left it at that but I was feeling really pleased with myself.

The following day I wondered how next I could increase her sexual pleasure. I thought about a vibrator but maybe she already had one.

Sue was due to start her periods and would always become short tempered at that time. I still enjoyed her company but she preferred to go out with her friends. Usually I would go pubbing with my pals but on this occasion I decided to stay home.

That evening there was a noticeable and surprising change in Mother. She was unusually bright and quite skittish. She even pinched my bottom as she walked past and giggled when she avoided my retaliation. During dinner she surprised me even more when she asked, "Did you have a good day Anthony? Behaved yourself I hope."

"What do you mean, behaved myself?"

"Didn't do it in the toilet then?"

It was so unlike her to make sexual innuendos that I wondered if she felt liberated now that her secret was known. I replied, "No I've been shagging Sue every night and I'm too knackered."

I expected to be scolded for using vulgar words but all she said was, "Well don't get her pregnant." Then she asked, "Do you think the females in your office masturbate in the loo?"

It was becoming a conversation that I had not anticipated but I maintained a normal tone. "I'm sure they do, or at least we men fantasise that they do. If any girl is out for more than ten minutes, all the guys give each other knowing looks."

I decided to regain the initiative by putting the ball into her court. "How about you? Are you ready for a change of scenery yet?"

"Oh whenever," she replied casually, "I'm really not bothered."

That was far too casual I thought. She definitely wants a change of porn.

After dinner I bought a few down from my room. "Let's see what I've got here; 'Flying High', everyone is screwing on an aeroplane. The passengers are shagging the cabin crew and the captain gets a blow job on the flight deck."

"Thank goodness for the autopilot," said Mother.

"This is a good one; 'Spirited Passion'. Three girls stay in a haunted mansion and get fucked by horny ghosts. I didn't believe any of it. Here's a different sort of porn; 'Roped In'; it's bondage."

"What's bondage?" Mother asked.

"Couples take it in turns to tie each other up and then do naughty things while the other one is helpless."

"What strange behaviour", she said. "I'll have a look at that one some time, just out of curiosity."

I immediately had the wildest idea. Did the thought of bondage arouse her? I decided to find out.

I went to the kitchen and got three tea towels from a drawer. Then I carried a straight-backed chair and put it down in front of the television screen. Mother was looking alarmed. "What are you doing Anthony?"

"Come over here and sit down Mother."

"No I most certainly won't," and she made for the door.

I cut off her escape and lifted her with one arm around her waist. She was no weight at all and I carried her to the chair and sat her down.

She was looking really scared. "What on earth are you doing, have you gone mad?"

I took one of the towels, pulled both her hands behind the chair and wrapped it around her wrists. Then I went to the front and despite twice being kicked in the face, I managed to secure each ankle to opposite legs of the chair. Her legs were bare so I removed her shoes.

During the whole operation she was frantic and alternated between threats and pleas. She was never going to speak to me again. How dare I do this to my mother? And please untie her because she didn't feel well.

Finally she said calmly, "Anthony I know we've been discussing some intimate subjects recently but you are going too far. If I have given you the wrong idea, then I have made a serious mistake and I apologise."

I sat down and checked my nose to see if it was bleeding. I said, "Mother you have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of touching you because this is just an experiment. We are going to watch a porn film together. The only difference is; you are tied up and I am not."

I selected a disk that contained a mixture of tracks that I had edited from others and which contained all the best horny bits. I put it in the player and dimmed the lights.

Mother protested that she wasn't in the mood to watch porn, the towel was hurting her wrists and she thought she was going to faint any minute. I started a track and she said she had her eyes shut and wasn't going to look.

I sat down in an armchair slightly behind and to the right so I could see her but she would have difficulty in seeing me without straining her neck.

The first track was a short amateur affair involving a naked young couple and had clearly been filmed at home. The girl was kneeling astride the boy and masturbating a few inches in front of his face. They were both very exited and she kept telling him that she was going to come soon. He was stroking his cock behind her back and kept squeezing the end to stop from coming. She finally achieved an orgasm by grabbing his head and frantically rubbing her pussy all over his face while he ejaculated impressively.

Halfway through the sequence, Mother stopped protesting and with an exaggerated sigh as if to humour me sat quietly. I watched her closely.

The next track I played was one of the horniest sequences I had ever seen. A naked girl was roped to a bed. Her hands were secured to the bed rail and her legs were tied to the sides of the bed and stretched open to their fullest extent. A pillow was under her buttocks so that her pussy was an inviting target.

The stud who was working on her was an expert. With his tongue and finger he kept her writhing like an eel but never let her come. She was pleading and sobbing and every time he flicked her clitoris with his tongue, she jerked as if she had been electrocuted. He knew exactly when to pause and she must have been close to losing her mind.

Mother was now watching wide-eyed and clearly interested. Suddenly I saw her bottom move. She sort of rubbed it backwards and forwards on the chair and then glanced quickly sideways to see if I had noticed.

The guy was promising to let the girl come soon so I pulled my chair closer and sat beside Mother. I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "How is your pussy Mother, getting a little bit squidgy?"

I received no answer.

I continued softly, "It must be driving you insane to have your legs tied open and your pussy all wet and juicy. I bet you're dying to use your hand to play with yourself, but you can't."

She was breathing quickly when she closed her eyes and snarled through clenched teeth, "Will you shut up," and then pleadingly, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Still close to her ear I replied softly, "Because I'm teasing you. When you do eventually come, and I promise you that will, it will be the biggest orgasm of your life. 

Now make a choice; you can come either by rubbing your bottom on the chair or you can do it properly with your fingers. Which method would you prefer?"

The guy now had his middle finger inserted and was probing while his thumb lightly brushed her clitoris. She was begging him to fuck her so he raised his body and supported his weight with one hand either side of her. With no other part touching her, he inserted his impressive cock and began slow deliberate thrusts.

The girl was pleading for him to go faster but still he held back and just calmly stared down at her. Finally he relented and quickened the pace. As she came with shrill squeals, so her body jerked convulsively and an opaque liquid oozed from her pussy and ran down to her anus.

I continued persuasively, "You must be nearly coming too Mother. Wouldn't you like to use your fingers?"

She was now breathing harshly through an open mouth and rubbing her bottom continuously without any attempt to conceal it. I waited while she fought the battle that she was always going to lose.

Finally she gasped, "Yes my fingers."

I reached behind and deliberately took my time untying her wrists. She was getting impatient and snapped, "For God's sake, what the hell are you doing?"

As I released her wrists, her right hand came around so fast I had to duck. There was a moment of panic as her dress got in the way but she pulled it up and thrust her hand inside her panties. She made a futile attempt to push them down but the band snapped back again.

Through the thin material I could see the back of her hand begin to move. The palm of the other hand went quickly to press outwards against the inside of her left thigh. Her ankles were still tied so she unable to either close her thighs or open them any further. She lifted her heels so that just her bare toes were flat to the floor and I saw her calf muscles tense.

She was in a hurry and her orgasm was almost instantaneous. Although her panties still covered her hand, I could see the knuckles bobbing furiously as her fingers delved frantically into her drenched slit.

Suddenly her body stiffened and her covered hand became motionless. She whimpered pitifully, "Oh God."

I heard her suck in her breath and then her body convulsed so violently I grabbed the chair to steady it. Her face contorted as if in pain and the air exploded from her lungs. Her eyes opened wide and her bare stomach pulsed as barbs of piercing ecstasy shocked her body.

For several seconds her fingers revolved in a circular motion while she whimpered short sobbing cries. Then as the pleasurable sensations slowly faded she began to relax. Finally her orgasm was over although her fingers continued to move but without urgency as she extracted the last vestige of pleasure from her ordeal.

Eventually she slumped down in the chair and I could see a pulse beating in her throat. Slowly she withdrew her hand from her panties and let the arm drop to her side as if it was too heavy for her lap.

After about a minute, she lifted her head and slowly turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide with astonishment as if she was unable to believe what she had experienced. She said softly, "Phew."

I reached down and untied her ankles and carried her to the sofa. I set her down across my lap and when I her kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips, there was a salty taste from her perspiration.

Neither of us spoke for a long time.

A Good Son Ch. 02



I reached down and untied her ankles and carried her to the sofa. I set her down across my lap and when I her kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips, there was a salty taste from her perspiration.

With her face turned into my chest, I held her tenderly and waited while she regained her composure. She felt so small and vulnerable I had a desire to rock her gently as if she were a child.

Finally she stirred and swivelled on my knees to put her feet to the floor. After two preparatory rocking movements, she straightened her legs to stand but came back to my lap with a bump. On the second attempt, I helped with a gentle push.

She took a couple of unsteady paces forward and turned to face me. Her bare feet were apart and her arms hung by her side. Her usually neat hair was disarrayed and a lock of it obscured her right eye. Her dress was so crumpled it looked like corrugated paper.

She attempted to remove the offending lock by extending her lower lip and blowing upwards but it was unsuccessful. She looked so cute and comical I felt a bubble of laughter rising but managed to keep a straight face.

With an attempt to regain her dignity, she announced, "I shall now take a shower," and added, "That is of course with your permission." I waved a gesture of consent.

She took a couple of steps and then remembered that her shoes were still by the chair. As she started to bend down to retrieve them, she realised that her bottom would be towards me so she reached behind and pulled down the crumpled hem. Then still half-crouching, she shuffled in a semi-circle until she was facing me and narrowed her eyes in an accusing glare. It was a delightful pantomime. Eventually she left the room with a purposeful step and with her head held high.

It was then that I became aware of a damp feeling on my lap and saw the dark patch. An examination of the chair confirmed that she had leaked considerably. It took just a few minutes to get a sponge and wipe the chair, thereby saving her some embarrassment.

I solved the trouser problem by quietly going to my room and swapping them. I also had to change my boxer shorts.

When she returned to the lounge she deliberately avoided me to get to a chair. She had completely changed into a three-quarter length skirt and a blouse buttoned high to the neck. She sat down with her hands folded neatly and stared straight ahead without expression.

As one of us had to break the silence, I said unnecessarily, "I see you've changed Mother."

She turned to me with a look of distain. "I wonder why? By the way, my clothes are in the laundry basket but I left the panties on top in case you want to play with them later. That's what perverts do isn't it?"

I felt the mirth rising again. "Why are you calling me a pervert?"

With a look of disbelief she asked, "Why?" and then more fiercely, "Why? Because you sexually assaulted me, that's why."

I said calmly, "No I did not, I didn't even touch you."

She made as if realisation had suddenly dawned and lifted her fingers to her temple. "Oh that's right, it's all coming back to me. Now I remember. I had an irrational impulse to tie myself to a chair and then while still tied, somehow managed to play a pornographic CD. Then I forced you to watch while I abused myself."

I looked at the clock and saw that there was still time for a pint. "I'm going to the pub Mother. We'll resolve who did what to whom some other time."

I always kissed her when I left the house but as I moved towards her, she held up both hands in horror and turned her head away with, "Are you now going to rape me?" Nevertheless I managed to plant a kiss on her forehead without too much resistance.

On Tuesdays, my girlfriend Sue attended her Italian class and Thursdays she went to the gym. She kept her stunning body in good shape and loved every inch of it. Fridays we would go out with our friends and Sundays both stay at home. We spent the other three evenings together. At nineteen, she was a year younger than me and we both worked in IT.

She is very intelligent and highly sexed, and I am highly sexed. We enjoy masturbating together and we each take it in turn to make up erotic stories to enhance the excitement. She is a self-confessed exhibitionist and loves it when I watch while she tells me, "Tony my pussy is so hot and wet," and, "Oh God I'm coming, are you watching me come?" We are both athletic and we have fucked in just about every position possible.

During the evenings that I spent at home with Mother, she would read and I would watch sport or surf the internet. During the days that followed, neither of us mentioned our intimate experience together although Mother's demeanour became quite amusing. I would feel her looking at me but when I glanced up she would drop her eyes with a little smile.

On one occasion she gave a giggle so I continued to stare at her until she looked up again. When she saw my searching look she asked with exaggerated innocence, "What?"

"What are you giggling about Mother?"

"Oh it's this book, there are some really funny bits in it."

She was enjoying the 'I know that you know what I know' situation. She had access to all of my porn and I hoped that it was enhancing her masturbation pleasure. I assumed that she was still masturbating in the afternoons or whenever. She was certainly watching them because occasionally she would comment on the merit of one.

She had increased her vocabulary by adding pussy and clit and asked if the cocks she saw were real or strapped on. She talked about people coming but thought cunt was an ugly word and best used to describe the leader of the political party that she did not support.

My father had died two years previously aged fifty-two and I was curious about something. One evening I asked, "Mother did you enjoy having sex with Dad?"

The question startled her and she remained silent for a few moments during which she must have been considering her loyalty to him. Finally she said, "Not very much."

I continued, "Did he satisfy you? Did you achieve orgasms?"

She laughed and answered, "I don't think he knew that women are supposed to have them. He would roll on, push it in, give sufficient thrusts until he came and then roll off. Once when he kept going for nearly two minutes, I felt the beginning of an enjoyable sensation but it didn't last. After he went to sleep I explored myself and had a tiny orgasm and it made me squeak. After that I usually did it when he was asleep."

I looked at her with sadness. "Was sex always in bed?"

"Yes, and always in the dark. In twenty years of marriage, he never saw me naked nor I him."

There was nothing I could do about her past but at forty-two she was still young enough to enjoy a sex life; although I had no idea how to help her achieve one.

The next weekend was Mothering Sunday and Sue and her parents plus Mother and I went for lunch at her father's golf club. We had champagne when we arrived and then wine with the meal.

Mother cannot hold her drink which soon became apparent when she flirted outrageously with Sue's father. I did the same with her mother so Sue was generously tolerant.

In view of the drink and drive problem, Mother and I went by cab and we got home about six in the evening. She changed out of her good clothes and flopped down in a chair with her feet outstretched. I also changed and relaxed on the sofa.

Suddenly Mother scampered across and squirmed onto my lap. She had never voluntarily done that before. She reached with her left hand and pulled my head down to plant a wet kiss on the side of my neck. She said, "Thank you Anthony, I've had a lovely time today."

I smiled down at her. "I enjoyed it too Mother."

She was very giggly and her face was still flushed from the alcohol. She pulled my head down again and put her lips to my ear. It was mostly hot breath and giggles but she eventually said, "I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

She had several more attempts between giggles and hot breath until she managed to ask, "When you masturbate, do you think naughty thoughts?" She immediately covered her face in feigned embarrassment.

The fact that she was still under the effects of the wine caused me to have reservations before answering. So I said, "You're tipsy Mother and you're not going to feel very well in the morning."

She pouted, "Oh pooh, answer my question." I could sense that this was leading up to something but what?

I answered, "Yes I do and most people think of something erotic that makes them come. One's imagination is a powerful sex tool."

She then asked, "Tell me what you think about that makes you come."

Our mother and son relationship had recently become somewhat unusual and I was conscious that it was entirely my fault. I had briefly considered the prospect of an incestuous relationship with her and found it to be distinctly unpalatable.

I answered truthfully, "I have lots of different ones. Sometimes I imagine I'm watching a young girl masturbate but she doesn't know that I can see her and when she comes, so do I. Or I'm spying on two girls who are experiencing their first lesbian encounter. I also think about Sue and some of the sex we have. What do you think about?"

She ignored my question and put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Do you ever think about sex with me?"

Now I was getting scared and I replied sternly, "No I do not and I hope you do not think about sex with me. We must have a strict rule Mother; I don't touch you and you don't touch me. Is that fully understood?"

She giggled and said, "I was just teasing you. But it would be frustrating if I thought you were doing naughty things to me in your imagination without my actually enjoying it." She added, "Although it would be flattering."

I had to put this to bed so said emphatically, "Mother put it completely out of your mind. If you were somebody else's mother then yes; but as you happen to be mine you can dismiss the thought entirely and don't ever mention it again."

She was in a thoroughly mischievous mood and said chidingly, "Don't get so nervous Darling; you won't have to lock your bedroom door each night."

She shifted her position to get more comfortable. "My problem is I don't have a very good imagination and I have no erotic experiences to recall. Tell me a sexy story and I'll remember it the next time I'm being naughty in private."

She was obviously feeling aroused but as the alcohol was the cause of it I replied carefully, "I'll tell you what; I'll write one on my computer and print it out for you to read when you're feeling in the mood."

She insisted petulantly, "I want you to tell me one right now."

There seemed to be no way out it so I recalled one of Sue's favourites. I decided not to make it too erotic and in an monotone I commenced, "It's afternoon and you're sitting in a cinema which is nearly empty and you have a row to yourself. A man enters your row and sits a few seats away."

She looked up and said irritably, "Why are you gabbling? Talk slowly, it's supposed to be an erotic story. You're not reading the nine o'clock news."

I sighed and said, "Mother you're going to get horny and I shouldn't be doing this." 

She responded with, "So what? It's Mother's Day and as a good son it's you're duty to make it a day of pleasure for me."

She wriggled to get more comfortable and stretched full length across my lap with her head resting on a cushion and announced, "Okay I'm ready, so start again and this time make it sound sexy."

Well I've had plenty of practice with Sue and I can tell a good story. So I set off again in a softer voice, "It's afternoon and you're in a half empty cinema with the whole row to yourself. You're suddenly aware that someone has just sat down a few seats to your left.

You turn and it's a young man. You continue to watch the film but you sense that he is looking at you and you begin to feel nervous.

He's getting up, but to your surprise instead of moving away he's sitting down beside you.

Now you are scared and your heart starts to beat quickly. Why has he moved next to you? You take your arm from the chair rest and press your knees together. You stare fixedly at the screen but you're not watching the film any more because you're worried that he's going to do or say something.

He doesn't seem to be doing anything but, oh God, now he is. He's put his hand on your knee. Your heart begins to pound but you're too frightened to move. What should you do? You want to get up and run but your legs have become too weak. Your mind is screaming to your body, "Get up and run for God's sake," but you're paralysed with fright.

Now he's pulling your dress up above your knees. He's putting his hand on your bare thigh and you are letting him do it. This is insane; why are you not stopping him? He is moving his hand and pushing your closed knees apart."

Mother shifted slightly and put her hand on her left breast and was gently squeezing the bulge. She moved her right hand down to between her legs but her thin dress was still covering her thighs.

I continued in an urgent tone, "Your heart is racing and you want him to stop, but do you really want him to stop? You turn your head to look at him but he's staring straight ahead without any expression. Surely this can't really be happening? You look down and your bare thighs are completely exposed.

His fingers are now caressing the inside of your left thigh and his warm hand is creeping higher. You can feel your pussy getting wet with excitement and you open your legs even wider. Why are you opening your legs? This is completely insane.

His hand has reached your panties and he's stroking your wet pussy through the flimsy material. Your body is so heavy you're sinking into the chair and your head feels as if it's going to explode.

His fingers are pulling at the top of your panties and he's slipping them inside. Now he's moving them down towards your hot wet crevice. You feel helpless and you must stop him but your pussy doesn't want him to stop; it's waiting impatiently for those fingers. It is tingling with anticipation and opening like a soft wet flower.

His fingers have arrived and he's slipping two of them inside you. You gasp as his fingers probe deep and then upwards, gently sliding your clitoris between them. Your whole body is burning with the delicious sensation."

Mother was pulling up her dress and opening her legs. I watched as she pushed her fingers under the band of her panties and then downwards. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing audibly through her mouth.

"Your body is paralysed with excitement and you can move only your eyes. You look left and he's taken out his cock and sliding his hand slowly up and down as his fingers caress your hot gaping slit.

He's removing his hand from your panties and now he's dropping onto his knees. What is he going to do? He's getting between your legs and he's reaching up to take off your panties. Why are you lifting your bottom to let him do that? Are you crazy?"

Mother suddenly lifted herself and commanded, "Take them off."

I said in surprise, "What?"

She was insistent. "Take off my panties. Take them off right now." She meant it so I slid them down and took them from her feet.

She lifted herself higher and pulled her dress up to her waist. For the first time I saw my Mother's vagina. I didn't know what to expect but it was really cute. It was unshaven with dark pubic hair and the labia were swollen and glistening with her excitement. She was rotating her fingers slowly inside the engorged crimson lips and as they spread to her touch there was a soft wet sound. I was directly above and the acrid scent of her filled my nostrils.

I decided to let her take over so I asked softly, "What is he doing now Mother?"

She was breathless and her speech was jerky. "He's kissing the insides of my thighs." Her tiny brown clitoris was prominent and her fingers began to encircle it.

Suddenly she gasped, "Oh God, he's going to lick my pussy." 

She was lying across my lap when suddenly she brought both feet up with her knees wide apart and her heels pressing into the side of my thigh. She said hoarsely, "Oh God, he's started to lick me." Her fingers were now his imaginary tongue as they teased the drenched slit of her vagina.

Her imagination was now totally in control as she groaned, "He's sucking my clit and he's going to make me come soon." As the realism of her erotic fantasy excited her so her fingers began to stroke her protruding clitoris with greater urgency.

Her voice sounded pitiful when she whimpered, "Oh God I'm starting to come." Her eyes opened wide and her voice was desperate as she blurted chokingly, "I'm coming."

She stopped breathing as the exquisite sensations started and gouged her fingers deep into her crimson orifice. As her excitement increased, her body began to lift crablike with her weight on the soles of her feet and her shoulders resting on my thighs. Her body strained in an upwards curve until her bottom was high above my lap.

The first stabs of delicious pain were so intense she gave a shrill cry and her pelvis jerked violently. Her eyes were tightly shut and almost immediately she convulsed again with a gasp of, "Jesus".

With her bottom still in the air and her thighs wide apart, her fingers continued to grind in fierce circles. As a third exquisite spasm racked her body, she gasped despairingly, "Oh God I can't stop coming."

That was the last one and she collapsed slowly back onto my lap. Her fingers sank deep into her sopping crevice and she kneaded it gently as the delicious pleasure slowly faded. Eventually she became motionless and lay exhausted with her arms by her side and her knees bent and still wide open.

More than a minute passed before she straightened her legs and brought them together. She lifted her head and looking along the length of her body she realised that her dress was still up, so she pulled it down to cover her exposure.

I wondered who was going to speak first and the minutes dragged by. Finally I thought I'd better say something, so I asked, "Can you remember what the film was about Mother?"

She exploded with laughter and reached with her arms for me to lift her up. She turned my head towards her face and kissed me firmly on the lips, but there was nothing sensual about it.

Her eyes were shining delightedly and I had never seen her look so pretty. She said with a giggle, "I'm getting really naughty aren't I."

I wondered how naughty she intended to get.



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Mother turned my head towards her face and kissed me firmly on the lips, but there was nothing sensual about it. Her eyes were shining delightedly and I had never seen her look so pretty. She said with a giggle, "I'm getting really naughty aren't I."

I wondered how naughty she intended to get.

She clambered from my lap and took a couple of paces before spinning around. "This has been the best Mother's Day ever." Then she put her hand to her mouth in horror, "Oh Anthony; your trousers."

I looked down and groaned in despair, "For God's sake Mother, this is the second pair you've ruined."

She reached forward and squeezed my face, "Never mind, Mummy will clean them for you." She stretched luxuriously. "I'm going for a shower. Put my panties in the basket when you've finished playing with them." She caught them deftly when I threw them at her.

As I heard her footsteps on the stairs, I mulled over the events of the past four weeks. What an extraordinary change there had been in her personality since I had accidentally seen her masturbating. From a quiet and respectable forty-two year old widow looking after her only son, she had become a vivacious sexual dynamo with a keen interest in pornography. What was most important was that she looked happy and seemed to be enjoying life.

I had given her access to my porn and she now discussed the most intimate sexual practices without embarrassment. From protesting violently when I tied her to a chair and forced her to watch a bondage video, she had progressed to shamelessly masturbating on my lap while I excited her imagination with an erotic story. I just hoped that the direction in which I was taking her was the correct one. 

However she had to get out more and find herself a suitable partner, permanent or otherwise. She had already been two years without proper sex, although my dear late father had not performed well enough for her to miss his efforts.

One evening I was upstairs when she came out of the bathroom wearing just a bathrobe. She opened the robe and said, "Look at this." She was drawing my attention to a barely noticeable roll of flesh around her waist that she was squeezing with her fingers. "If I'm going to be a porn star, this has got to go."

The fact that she was exposing the lower half of her naked body was of no concern to her and I reflected again on the remarkable transformation that she had undergone.

She was quite small, about five feet four, with short dark hair and average breasts but she had really nice legs. She had recently joined the health club where Sue and I were members and had certainly lost some weight. I had always considered her to be attractive in a pretty way."

"Looks okay to me," I said, "what's your problem?"

"What's my problem?" she echoed. "I'm fat, that's what the problem is. I must start going to the gym every day."

I had three spare evenings each week when I either went pubbing with my pals or stayed home with Mother. She would read while I surfed the internet.

I was getting used to her suddenly asking a question, often completely out of context, so it was no surprise when she suddenly looked up and said, "How often do you think it is acceptable for me to masturbate?"

I replied calmly, "I don't think there are any official guidelines. As often as you want to, or until your pussy gets too tender."

Then she asked, "How often do you do it?"

I thought for a moment as if calculating. "I don't keep official records but on average, three hundred and sixty-five times a year."

"Do you have an extra one during leap years?"

I answered in a hurt tone, "I'm not a sex maniac Mother."

Then she said quietly, "What I need is proper sex and you won't oblige because of your silly rules."

I looked at her reproachfully, "You wouldn't really want me to would you?"

She replied quietly, "No I suppose it wouldn't be right but I can't say I haven't thought about it when I've been feeling really horny."

That sounded ominous and I had to find some real sex for her if only to prevent the possibility of our relationship becoming incestuous.

A couple of nights later there was another happening with implications that concerned me. I had just changed into my tracksuit ready for soccer practice and was about to descend the stairs when Mother came out of the bathroom in her robe. She looked at me with a serious expression and said, "I think I'm becoming an exhibitionist."

"What's brought this on Mother?"

"Well," she replied, "I had just got out of the bath when I had an impulse to throw the window open and stand there naked. I wanted to masturbate while being watched. I thought it would be exciting to get someone sexually aroused in a voyeuristic way."

I said, "I've watched you masturbate."

She dismissed that with, "Oh you don't count. I want a man to hide somewhere outside and masturbate while he thinks that he is secretly watching me."

"Have you tried watching yourself?"

She looked puzzled. "How can I possibly do that?"

I took her hand and led her towards her bedroom. "Come with me and I'll show what to do but I'm really pushed for time. The coach has already warned me twice about being late for practice."

Facing the end of her bed was a wardrobe with mirrors on both doors but they were not full length. We sat on the bed together and I said, "Open your robe and your legs and put your hand on your pussy."

She craned her head upwards and complained, "I can't see my pussy." Before I could stop her she clambered astride my lap and faced the mirror. "That's better; now that I'm higher up I can see it."

I looked at my watch and said urgently, "Mother I'm really late. Can't you sit on pillows or get some cushions from downstairs or something?"

"Oh be quiet," she said irritably, "you're just the right height and nice and firm. Do I now just caress myself?"

I was getting impatient, "Yes and hurry up."

"Hurry up?" she repeated, "Well I must say that sounds really sexy."

Her thighs were wide open and with the heel of her hand pressed against her stomach she stretched down with her middle finger to stroke her pussy. Almost immediately it opened and tiny wet beads of excitement appeared on the dark red folds.

At this point I interrupted with, "Mother I must stop you for two reasons. One, I'm really in the shit as far as time is concerned and two, these are the only pair of tracksuit bottoms that I own. If you leak all over them, I'm going to look a complete twat."

She gave an exasperated sigh. "It's very difficult to concentrate when you keep babbling in my ear." She slipped the bathrobe from her shoulders. "Here, sit on this. I'm quite excited so it shouldn't take long."

I suddenly realised that despite our recent intimate sessions this was actually the first time that I had seen my mother's naked breasts; or at least not since reaching adulthood. I looked at them in the mirror and saw that they were medium sized but they supported themselves firmly. The nipples were decidedly prominent with flat ends that resembled small pink marsh mellows. Very suckable I thought, although I had no intention of doing so.

I stole another glance at my watch as she began to move her fingers more purposely. Her pussy was now very wet and I could hear a slippery sound as she caressed it in circles. She was breathing through her mouth and her eyes were wide and interested as she stared intently at herself in the mirror. As the pleasurable sensations began to build, she closed her eyes and her nostrils flared.

She said breathlessly, "This is quite exciting. I would never have thought that watching myself masturbate could be so erotic. Incidentally some nipple stimulation would be helpful."

"No Mother that would be breaking the rules," I protested.

"Oh sod the rules," she snapped, "It depends how late you want to be for your soccer practice."

I looked at my watch again and calculated that there was still a possibility that I could make it in time. She was blackmailing me but I had no choice. So I lifted my hands and cupped them around her breasts. As I gently rubbed my palms in circles, I felt both nipples harden. At the same time Mother sucked in her breath and whispered, "That's feels nice."

I was very aware of the warmth of her naked body close to me and the scent of bath oil was intoxicating. My mouth was close to the nape of her neck but I resisted the urge to kiss it. Suddenly I thought, "Oh shit," because I could feel my penis begin to rise.

Mother was instantly aware of it and pressed her bottom against my stiffening member. With an indignant voice she said, "Anthony what on earth is that? I do hope you're not getting any lascivious pleasure from my personal activity because that would be really naughty of you."

She wriggled her bottom against my stiff cock and it didn't help at all. "My word, I think you are and I'm really shocked." She was loving it.

I tried to sound convincing with, "It's merely caused by friction and nothing to do with you. I haven't a lewd thought in my head."

I continued to rub my palms against her nipples and she whispered breathlessly, "You and your erection have made me very excited. I'm going to come in a minute and when I do I want you to pinch them hard."

I became really concerned. "I don't want to hurt you Mother."

She was insistent. "I'll decide which one of us gets hurt and if you don't want it to be you, I suggest you do as you're told. When I say squeeze, give them the works."

The tempo of her fingers was increasing but now flicking upwards as she caressed her clitoris. Her eyes were still intently focused on her pussy as she gasped, "Here I come."

Her legs straightened and her feet curved rigidly downwards with her toes tightly curled. As the sensations began, her fingers pressed into her gaping slit and began to revolve in aggressive circles. She groaned, "I'm coming now so squeeze."

I took each nipple between finger and thumb and rolled them with reasonable pressure. She gasped immediately, "Squeeze them you ninny."

I thought okay if that's what you want and I applied sufficient force to crack a walnut.

She groaned immediately, "Yes," and shoved four fingers deep into her pussy. As her body stiffened with the exquisite pleasure she began to fuck herself with her fingers.

In the mirror I saw her face contort as if in pain and she stopped breathing. Pulses of delicious agony shocked her body and her stomach muscles tensed with each one. Suddenly she released the air from her lungs with an explosive gasp and as her ecstasy peaked, it forced guttural groans from deep within her throat.

As the sensations began to fade, she removed her deeply imbedded fingers and revolved them slowly in her engorged crevice as she desperately tried to prolong the pleasure.

Finally she relaxed with long gasping sigh and I waited about three seconds before dumping her unceremoniously on the bed. A quick glance at my tracksuit confirmed the absence of stains and I put one hand over the bulge of my erect penis. I rushed out of the bedroom and down the stairs but before I had reached the front door, I heard her shout, "If that's not slam bam thank you Mam, then I don't know what is."

Later when I arrived home, she asked if I had got there in time and I answered, "Only just thank you." She mentioned nothing about my physical lapse in her bedroom but a couple of times as I sat watching television I felt her looking at me. When I glanced in her direction she quickly looked down at her book. She was feeling so smug.

Then a more interesting situation arose. Without any preamble, she made the statement, "I'm sure that I'm not a lesbian."

That threw me a bit and I hesitated before I replied, "I've never thought for one moment that you might be."

She looked at me with a steady gaze. "Then why do I sometimes enjoy masturbating while thinking about another female licking my pussy?"

I was relieved. "Mother it's a common fantasy even among straight women so put your mind at rest. Sue thinks about it often and she's admitted to having those thoughts even when it was I that was going down on her. And I didn't find that very flattering." 

Then she added, "So if you hear of any willing females, please let me know." She finished the sentence with a laugh but I sensed that she was serious.

My mind must have been confused as I wondered if she was really thinking about a lesbian relationship because I heard myself say, "I'll have a word with Sue, she has often said that she would like to try it."

Immediately I thought, why the fuck did I say that? What on earth was I thinking? I could not believe that I had just uttered those fateful words. But it was too late because Mother smiled and said, "Okay, I'll leave the arrangements to you."

In a moment of utter insanity I had dropped myself right in the shit.

Sue, my nineteen-year-old girlfriend, has a sex drive that would exhaust the most virile stud. She is an exhibitionist with a stunning body and loves to show it to the world. At the first opportunity she will remove as much clothing as the law permits, and often more. She has been warned on more than one seaside beach.

When she is masturbating she loves me to watch and the sight of her in the grip of sexual frenzy will bring me to an orgasm without fail. Most of our time together is spent fucking, masturbating or just talking about sex. She is insatiable and I am pleased to say that we are well suited.

The next day all I thought about was how I was going to extricate myself from the difficult situation caused by my carelessness. How could I tell my girlfriend that my mother wished to have another female lick her pussy and would be pleased if it was Sue? Furthermore, did I really want my girlfriend to go down on my own mother? Then I thought about it some more and decided that it would be kind of interesting.

That evening I was due to go to Sue's place. Over the eighteen months that we had been together we had experimented with just about every position physically possible. We are both athletic and we have contorted our bodies to the physical limit.

On this occasion she had thought up a new one. She did a handstand but facing towards me with her legs in the splits and horizontal. This put her legs and pussy on a level plane. The position stretched her cunt wide open and the game was to see if she could maintain the handstand while being licked, or if I could make her collapse.

I put my hands under her outstretched thighs but leaving her weight on her hands and went to work on her pussy. With her cleft gaping wide, I could push my tongue in further than usual so I gave it everything. She was laughing and screaming and calling me all the bastards under the sun but finally her pussy surrendered and her arms collapsed.

I supported her weight and even though she was hanging upside down, she enjoyed a full orgasm. We were both helpless with laughter afterwards.

She was mopping her pussy with tissues when my mind turned to the topic that I had been dreading. I started lamely by saying, "Sue I've got something to tell you."

She looked up sharply and asked, "What?"

I continued, "Well it's difficult to know where to start but I'll try. You're not going to like it."

Before I could go on, Sue climbed out of her chair and turned to face me. She said, "I knew there was something wrong. You've been acting really weird the last few weeks." Her eyes became worried when she asked, "Is it another girl?"

I replied emphatically, "No of course it isn't."

"Another man?"

I closed my eyes in distaste and snapped, "Don't even joke about it."

She sat down again and looked at me earnestly. "Well what is it then?"

I started by saying, "Just over a month ago I accidentally saw my mother masturbating."

I paused to gather my thoughts but before I could go on, Sue's serious expression changed and she pressed her lips tightly together. She raised one hand to her mouth but failed to suppress a strangled snort. I waited patiently while her body shook with silent laughter.

Finally when she had composed herself and wiped her eyes she said, "I'm sorry and I know it was wrong to laugh because I know how much you love her and you must have been shocked. But so fucking what? She was just having a wank and that's not exactly headline news is it? She's in the prime of life and probably gets horny without a man to service her. Put it right out of your mind." She leaned back triumphantly in the chair.

I said, "If you've quite finished I'd like to go on. When I saw her, she was watching soft porn from late night television so I gave her some of my hard stuff."

Sue's eyes widened. "Really? What did she think of it?"

I answered, "It certainly turned her on." I coughed nervously and continued, "Especially during a bondage scene when I tied her to a chair."

Her eyes became even wider and her mouth dropped open. "You tied her to a chair? Are you kidding me?"

I swallowed and went on, "She got very excited watching the film and when I released her hands, she masturbated frantically and had a big orgasm."

Sue stared at me in silence for a few seconds and then laughed. "This is a wind-up isn't it?" I shook my head slowly.

She was looking serious when she asked, "Is there any more?"

My armpits were sweating as I replied, "Well actually there is. After we got home on Mother's Day, I told her a sexy story and she masturbated on my lap."

Sue was now staring at me in disbelief. There was a long pause while she digested all that I had told her and then she asked quietly, "Is that it?"

I was struggling to keep my voice even. "I'm afraid not; she also sat on my lap and masturbated while watching herself in a mirror and I got an erection." I waited nervously during the silence that followed and then added, "That's the up-to-date situation, more or less."

Sue got slowly to her feet and walked two steps away from me. She turned her head and looked back but said nothing. She took another two steps and looked back again but still she didn't speak. Then she spun around and walked purposefully back to my chair. 

With her feet apart, she put her hands on her hips and bent at the waist so that her face was close to mine. Emphasising each word loudly she said, "Are you completely fucking insane?"

I replied, "I don't think so, why?"

She thrust her face even closer. "Because it's incest you moron, that's why."

I responded indignantly, "No it isn't. Apart from squeezing her nipples and I did that only because I was late for soccer practice, I haven't even touched her."

She sat down and put her head in her hands. She chuckled but without humour and asked, "How do you ever manage to hold down your job? They must have been desperate when they hired you." I said nothing.

She stood erect and said, "Well thank you for pouring out your heart to me; that was most interesting." Then she frowned. "Wait a minute, you said more or less. Surely there are no more skeletons in the cupboard?"

I replied quietly, "Just the one."

She froze and said, "I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this but go on, give it to me straight."

My voice was a bit croaky and I heard myself quickly gabbling, "Mother would like another female to go down on her and wondered if you would be interested?"

Sue had been standing but her knees buckled and she sat down in the chair with a thump. She said calmly, "I hate these sort of dreams, they always seem so real. I expect I'll wake up in a moment."

I waited while she digested my last bombshell.

She stood up again and in pantomime knocked on an imaginary door. She said conversationally, "Good afternoon Mrs Patterson. Tony tells me you would like me to suck your clitoris and I wondered if now would be a convenient time. If it isn't, I can always call back later when you're not so busy."




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I said, "I think that's a bit too formal. As you are both likely to become quite intimate she might prefer you to call her Emma."

I took a deep breath and asked, "Well are you interested or not?"

She looked at me silently for several seconds and then said, "Before I answer that question, just let me get the facts straight. You want me to get between the legs of possibly my future mother?" She pointed her finger at me and added, "I said possibly because the chances of that ever happening have diminished considerably during the past few minutes." She continued with, "And you want me to lick her pussy?"

I replied, "That's about the gist of it. So do you want to give it a go?"

With further hesitation she announced, "Definitely; so when can I start?"

The next evening after dinner, Mother and I were relaxing. Sue and I usually stayed in our respective homes on Sundays so I knew it would be unexpected when I said casually, "I've invited Sue for tea on Sunday."

Mother looked up quickly with wide eyes. She knew immediately what I really meant. She hesitated and then with a nervous smile, "I'll look forward to that. I'll have to prepare something tasty for her."

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Sunday afternoon arrived and it was a warm spring day. Sue was due at five o'clock and was always punctual. Mother and I were watching an oldie on TV but neither of us was really watching it. At three minutes to five, I switched off the TV and went and stood at the window. I felt her presence behind me and her arms encircled my waist. I said, "You're trembling Mother."

She whispered, "My God, wouldn't you be?"

At five o'clock Sue's car arrived and I said, "She's here."

Before Sue could get to the front door, I opened it and she looked breathtaking. At five feet nine she is three inches shorter than me. She was wearing a light summer dress cut well above the knees but low at the neck to show ample cleavage and she never wore a bra. Her demeanour as always was one of total confidence.

She had an Alice band in her shining blonde hair and her shapely long legs were bare. She was smiling broadly and immediately struck a classic pose with one hand on a hip and the other hip jutting sideways. As always she looked the complete package.

She stepped forward and kissed me with her hands behind my neck. Her eyes looked directly into mine and her tongue slid briefly into my mouth. When Sue gives you her attention no one else exists.

She turned to Mother and said "Good afternoon Mrs Patterson." She took my mother's hands in hers and said, "My but you look lovely on this beautiful spring day."

They did the cheek kissing thing and Mother said, "Please call me Emma; I think we know each other well enough."

I thought, not yet you don't.

"Okay Emma," said Sue, "what's for tea?"

We went inside and settled in separate chairs. The conversation was trivial and Sue asked how Mother was getting on at the health club and it was such a shame she went only in the afternoons. We both sat stiffly while Sue sprawled with her dress halfway up her thighs and looked completely at ease. My mother was clearly enchanted and was finding it difficult to drag her eyes away from Sue's legs.

When the chat was running dry Mother invited us to the table. All three of us had lunched earlier so tea was just scones, clotted cream and jam. From then on as far as Sue was concerned, I ceased to exist. She never took her eyes from Mother's face and became very tactile; occasionally squeezing Mother's hand to emphasise a conversational point.

Eventually Mother said it was time to clear up and Sue offered to help. They seemed to be in the kitchen for a long time and I could hear just low voices. Suddenly I heard some squeaks and a few seconds later Mother came out. I noticed that her feet were now bare and her hair looked tousled. With a dignified expression she walked to the table but as she looked at me, she put her hand over her mouth and giggled.

She returned to the kitchen with the last of the tea things and I listened again to the mumble of their conversation. Then there were more squeaks, some of them high-pitched and finally a squawk.

A few seconds later, Mother stumbled out as if someone had been holding her back. She looked bewildered and her cheeks were flushed. She was smoothing her dress down with her hands and then as I looked past her, an arm came around the door dangling a pair of panties between finger and thumb.

Mother was struggling to regain her composure but eventually she said quite calmly, "It's a nice day Anthony, so why don't you go for a walk."

I replied, "I don't want to go for a walk."

She was insistent. "Well just go somewhere and we'll call you if we need you." Having said that she returned to the kitchen.

So I had become as redundant as the proverbial spare prick at a wedding. I felt hurt at being kicked out of my own house, especially as I had been looking forward to observing the fun and games. I decided that the front door was far enough and stood just outside.

The man next door was cutting his grass and whenever he got close, the noise from his motor mower was deafening. Several people strolled by and an elderly couple came along arm in arm. They smiled at me and the man pointed to the blue sky and said, "Nice day." I nodded in agreement.

Just then the mower arrived and as they were unable to hear my words, I said calmly, "I expect my girlfriend is licking my Mother's vagina by now." They both nodded cheerfully and waved goodbye.

I stepped back into the house and heard strange sounds coming from the lounge. I put my ear to the door and tried to figure out what was going on. Suddenly I heard what sounded like slaps followed by high pitched squeals.

I could not resist peering around the door. They were both naked and Sue was holding Mother face down across her lap. For some reason she had obviously been spanking her because I could see red patches on Mother's buttocks. 

Sue loves to sexually tease and with Mother still face down she had her hand between the open thighs and was slowly fucking her with her fingers. Mother's pussy was gaping wide and dripping with excitement but she was kicking her feet in frustration. Sue was holding her at the brink of an orgasm because I heard Mother sob despairingly, "For God's sake Sue, please let me come."

As I backed out quietly I became aware that my penis was rock solid. Although not possessed of the biggest weapon in the world, if I push the ruler down hard enough and avoid actually impaling myself, I can just make seven and three-quarter inches. The missing quarter of an inch is disappointing but it has got considerable girth and Sue says that is important.

I stood outside for another five minutes with my hand in my pocket to disguise the bulge but eventually I could take it no longer and went back to the lounge door again. I could hear even louder activity and peeped inside again.

The scene had changed dramatically. Sue was lying with her back flat in the chair with her legs vertical and wide apart. Mother was straddled between them with her left foot on the floor and her right leg bent across Sue's chest. She was hugging Sue's vertical right leg to her chest and they were pussy to pussy. Sue was unable to move but Mother was rubbing her cunt against Sue's and they were both squealing like piglets.

I went outside to give it another few minutes but my cock was now so hard I could have cut glass with it. I went back to the door and listened some more. I could hear low breathless murmuring and then I heard Sue cry, "Yes."

I was familiar with that desperate tone and it usually signified the onset of an orgasm.

I quietly opened the door and went in. Sue was still low in the chair with her bare feet flat to the floor and her knees wide apart. Mother was kneeling with her face buried between Sue's open thighs. She had her middle finger inserted into Sue's anus and was slowly finger fucking the puckering hole. Her head was bobbing as she lapped at Sue's gaping slit.

It was difficult to figure out who had now actually taken charge.

Just then Sue opened her eyes and saw me standing there. She pointed a finger down to Mother and silently mouthed the word, "Wow!"

I sat down and reviewed the situation. I looked at Mother's rear end and she was clearly enjoying herself because her pussy was a crimson gash and the insides of her thighs were glistening with her secretions.

Just then Sue groaned, "Emma I'm coming again," I thought coming again? How many times has Mother made her come? I wondered if I was going to become permanently redundant and live to regret having arranged it all.

When Sue recovered from her orgasm, Mother got to her feet. She slapped Sue on the thigh and said, "It's your turn." She pulled Sue out of the chair and as she flopped into it she saw me sitting opposite. She riffled her fingers at me and said cheerfully, "Hi Anthony."

As Sue's tongue dived into Mother's pussy, I gazed longingly at her juicy cunt that I knew so well. I had seen it countless times but it had never looked more inviting. I decided that I was not going to be left out any longer and stripped quickly.

I walked towards their chair and sized up the situation. I had to fuck somebody and Mother's pussy was already occupied. She had her eyes half closed and both hands on Sue's head to guide it where it was most needed. She opened her eyes fully when I arrived and looked at my erect penis. She said admiringly, "Mm, that's really impressive Anthony."

I reached down to grip Sue's buttocks and slid my throbbing penis into her yawning slit. Mother immediately whispered, "Don't be in too much of a hurry Anthony; let's try and come together."

I knew that was going to be difficult because I was so aroused I could have fucked a porcupine.

Sue has amazing muscle control and is able to contract her vagina quite forcibly. On occasions she has gripped my cock so tightly I have been unable to withdraw. Sometimes when she was on top, she would slide down until she had buried all of it and then grip firmly and drag up again. It was like being milked.

I was bending over Sue's back and looking straight down at Mother. She reached up and took my face in her hands and whispered, "Hold on Anthony, I want to come when you do." Then she gasped, "Sue, suck my clit please."

I gritted my teeth to try to stop from coming. I thought about a visit to the dentist, my job and even a crossword I had been doing. Sue was gripping my cock like a vice and I could hardly move it, but then I saw Mother's expression start to change and I knew that she was nearly there. Her eyes were looking straight into mine when she cried urgently, "Now Darling."

Sue eased her grip and I thrust my cock deep into her. I felt my balls contract and as I came, I could hear myself growling like a grisly bear. Mother was still holding my face and gasping, "Yes, oh yes." I had never had a longer orgasm and I ejaculated continuously in powerful spurts. When it finally finished, my legs buckled and I collapsed onto Sue's back.

All three of us lay in heaps for a while and then we showered. When it was time for Sue to go, she took my mother in her arms and this time kissed her passionately. She said, "Emma that was wonderful and I'm looking forward to the next time."

She must have used her tongue because Mother drew back and said, "Stop it you bad girl."

As Sue kissed me, her eyes narrowed threateningly and she hissed, "Keep your hands off her because she's mine."

We waved as she drove away and went back into the house. Mother put her arms around me and looked up into my face. I knew exactly what she was going to say. 

She said, "I know you had your cock in Sue but it felt like you were fucking me."

I responded firmly, "Remember the rules Mother."

The following evening I came home from work and was surprised to see a Mercedes parked outside. I entered the lounge to see a woman sitting with Mother. They both got to their feet and Mother said, "This is Debra, she's a friend from the health club." I offered my hand and received a firm grip in return.

She was in her late forties and dressed in a smart black jacket and skirt with sheer black stockings. Her shiny black shoes had buckles and she was wearing a white blouse buttoned to the neck. Her dark hair was tinged with grey and looked stiff with lacquer. I suppose one could say that she was handsome although not particularly feminine. Mother said, "Debra is a barrister."

The woman looked at me with a smile and then said to Mother, "What a good looking young man, you must be very proud of him." Mother replied that she was. Debra announced that she was about to leave and hoped that she would see me again. They went to the front door together and I heard them whispering.

I sat down and felt sick because it was obvious to me that Mother's liaison with Sue had persuaded her to expand the experience and I knew it was entirely my fault.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. 



A Good Son Ch. 04



The woman with my mother was in her late forties and dressed in a smart black jacket and skirt with sheer black stockings and her shiny black shoes had buckles. She was wearing a white blouse buttoned to the neck. Her short dark hair was tinged with grey and looked stiff with lacquer. I suppose one could say that she was handsome although not particularly feminine. Mother said, "Debra is a barrister."

The woman looked at me with a smile and then to Mother. "What a good looking young man, you must be very proud of him." Mother replied that she was. Debra announced that she was about to leave and hoped that she would see me again. They went to the front door together and as they kissed each other's cheeks, I heard them whisper.

I sat down and felt sick because it was obvious to me that Mother's liaison with Sue had persuaded her to expand the experience, and I knew that it was entirely my fault.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Mother came back into the lounge and said, "I'll put the kettle on." I must have been looking suspicious because she asked, "Are you all right Anthony?"

I looked at her searchingly and asked, "How well do you know that woman?"

She stared at me blankly for a few seconds and then laughed. "She's just a friend from the health club and if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, I can assure you that I am not having, or planning to have, a lesbian relationship with Debra. For God's sake it was only twenty four hours ago that I had my first taste of another female's pussy so give me a chance."

She was referring to the previous day's sexual encounter with Sue, my nineteen-year-old girlfriend. Both had expressed curiosity about the forbidden fruits of Sapphic pleasure so I'd set it up. It turned out to be a humdinger, especially when I was allowed to join in the activity.

I wasn't convinced. "What was all the whispering about then?"

She reached forward and gently pinched my nose. "Women sometimes talk about women things and they're often not for little boys' ears."

Although I realised that there had been insufficient time for her to establish a lesbian relationship, I had an uneasy feeing that the Debra woman was of some significance, but what?

Since Mother had joined my health club, her body had become really trim. She was five feet four and had allowed her dark hair to grow slightly longer but it still only just covered her neck. Her breasts were medium size but firm and she had super legs and had recently started wearing shorter dresses to show them off. She was quite pretty and was beginning to look really sexy.

I changed out of my office clothes and Mother poured the tea. We sipped in silence and both of us must have been thinking about the previous day's events. I recalled the image of Sue holding my naked mother face down across her lap and using two fingers to slowly fuck her pussy. She had held her at the brink of an orgasm until Mother was literally sobbing with frustration and begging to be allowed to come.

I shifted in the chair as the memory caused my penis to stiffen and Mother's eyes quickly focussed on my lap. She never missed a thing. With a quiet laugh she said, "It must be a nuisance having one of those things between your legs, advertising to the world that you're feeling horny. I'm sitting here with my pussy like a swamp and nobody knows anything about it. Did you masturbate when you got to bed?"

"Yes I did," I replied, "and you?"

She said, "Phew did I? I eventually got to sleep about one o'clock and then woke up again at three. You don't know how close you came to getting a visit." She smiled and enquired, "Would you have kicked me out?"

I didn't hesitate. "A hypothetical question Mother; I wasn't given the opportunity." In my head however, I was wondering about it. Would I have refused the offer? I just couldn't make up my mind but one thing was certain, it was getting dangerously closer every day.

I always went to Sue's on Monday. I rang the bell of her apartment and she opened the door immediately. As I leaned forward to kiss her, she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in.

"Never mind all that slobbering," she said impatiently, "just get it out." In one movement she peeled off her dress and was naked underneath. She flung herself backwards onto the sofa and opened her legs wide. Her pussy was already gaping and wet but then it always seemed to be like that.

Earnestly she said, "I know this is not very romantic but I need to be fucked as a matter of great urgency. I've been playing with myself for hours and believe me, it took a great deal of willpower to stop from coming because I've been saving it up for you. So get on with it, I just want to know if I still prefer cocks."

I started to laugh because I loved it when she was playacting and she could be a real clown. She rebounded up from the couch and said, "If you're going to piss about giggling I'll help myself."

While I stood gurgling with mirth, she started to rip the clothes from my body with a commentary of, "Fucking stupid buttons; get you're hands out of the way." Finally I was naked and at her mercy.

She dragged me forcibly to the couch and pushed me down on my back. My cock was flaccid so she slapped it was her hand causing it to bounce back from my stomach. She exclaimed in horror, "What the fuck is this? Jesus, I'm dating a eunuch."

From a kneeling position, she soon had all of it in her mouth and within seconds was getting a positive response. As it rose to the occasion she climbed aboard. Shuffling forward until directly over my penis she sank slowly on to it and as it disappeared, her eyes turned upwards and she gave a sigh of satisfaction with, "Yes I do still like cocks."

As she started to slide up and down on my rigid member, I said in a falsetto voice, "Help I'm being raped."

She responded in a deep tone, "I hope you're a virgin my dear because I'm going to fuck the arse off you."

I squeaked, "I'll tell the vicar."

She replied, "I am the vicar." It was an old one but we still laughed.

Sue and I had been together for eighteen months. She possessed a body to die for and went regularly to the gym to keep it in shape. Her search for the ultimate sexual experience was never ending and I was lucky to be her guy. With her stunning looks and dynamic personality she could get away with anything.

When Sue had a big orgasm it was a frenetic affair but usually she worked up to it with some minor ones. The big one was accompanied by obscenities, some painful squeezes and the distinct possibility of having one's cock ripped out by the roots. She had the amazing ability to contract the muscles of her vagina so forcible she could probable grip a cricket bat with it.

She looked down to me and said, "Don't come until I tell you because this could be an all night affair." She gripped my cock and slid up and down in a milking motion and immediately my orgasm became imminent.

I gasped, "Well don't do it like that then you stupid bitch."

She put her hand over her mouth with, "Oops sorry, it was force of habit."

Five minutes later she was sufficiently satisfied with her foreplay to say, "Okay here we go." She lifted herself slightly, tightened her muscles and literally masturbated me with her pussy. As we both started coming she took a firmer grip on my cock and twisted left and right until there was a danger that she could unscrew it.

I grabbed her buttocks and to the accompaniment of grunts and growls, ejaculated forcibly as we both thrashed about in frenzy. She was gasping and squeezing her nipples and I could feel her hot juices flooding over my balls.

When we had both achieved satisfaction, she looked directly down into my eyes and kissed me. She said softly, "I actually quite like you."

We showered and were relaxing when Sue said, "Your mother is a bundle of erotic pleasure. Once she got going, it was so exciting I must have come four times. If we ever get married, can she come on the honeymoon with us?" I narrowed my eyes at her menacingly and she cowered back in the chair.

She said, "I gave Robert a thrill today." She was very fond of Robert who was an office colleague and he was crazy about her.

I knew this would be fun so I asked, "Okay what did you do to him?"

"Well," said Sue, "I was thinking at the time about your mum rubbing our pussies together and I got so horny I slipped my hand inside my panties and started stroking my clit. It was lunchtime and there were just the two of us in the office. I must have been screwing up my face with the sensation because he was looking at me with his mouth open. So I told him that I was having a wank."

I gave a snort of laughter. "What did he say?"

She replied, "He whispered in a disbelieving voice, 'You're not really are you?' So I said, 'Do you want to see?' and started to stand up to show him. Just then one of the girls came back from her lunch and I had to sit down again."

I asked incredulously, "You weren't really going to show him your pussy were you?"

She chuckled, "Of course I was. I love him to bits and it would have given him some good wanking material."

She made coffee and I decided to tell her about the Debra woman. When I finished my account, she looked at me blankly and said, "So?"

I felt frustrated by her lack of interest. "There's something about the woman that worries me."

She was still unenthusiastic. "Like what?"

There was nothing specific that I could describe so I said lamely, "I don't know, but there's something cooking up and I don't like it."

It was no comfort when she said, "I think you're getting neurotic; just keep taking the tablets."

Tuesday was Sue's night for her Italian class so I stayed at home. I was surfing on my laptop and Mother was into her book when she said casually, "Oh by the way, Debra's invited us both for tea on Sunday."

I looked up sharply with, "What?"

"I said we are going for tea at Debra's on Sunday."

I snapped, "Why?"

Mother looked blank. "What do you mean why?"

"Why is she inviting us for tea?"

After gazing at me for a few seconds she replied, "It's probably quite innocent but on the other hand, she could be a serial killer. She might intend to drug us and then dismember our bodies and spread the pieces around town in black plastic sacks."

I responded aggressively, "That wouldn't surprise me at all." I knew I was being childish when I announced, "Well I'm not going."

Mother looked irritated. "What on earth is the matter with you? I've accepted her invitation and you have to go so don't argue."

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided that perhaps I was being unreasonable so I relented and said, "Okay, if I have to go then I will but under protest." I spent the rest of the week with a strange feeling of foreboding.

Sunday came and we were due there at five in the afternoon. Mother told me that Debra was divorced and lived with her son who was nineteen. Apparently she was loaded and lived in a huge house.

It was pleasant afternoon and we were driving through the town centre when Mother asked casually, "Did you have a shower dear?"

I looked sideways at her in surprise. "Yes why?"

In the same innocent tone, "Well I want you to smell nice. Did you put aftershave lotion on your private parts?"

She was referring to the occasion when at the age of sixteen I had a date with an older girl and was looking forward to my first sexual experience. Not anticipating the consequences, I liberally splashed some of my dad's lotion on my cock and testicles.

It was like someone had put a blowtorch to my balls. I must have screamed because my mother came rushing up the stairs to find me sitting in the washbasin with the cold water tap running. She has never let me forget it.

A had a sick feeling in my stomach and I took a tighter grip on the steering wheel when I asked cautiously, "Why do you want me to smell nice?"

She answered quietly, "I'm afraid I told you a little fib."

I felt like a condemned man. Slowly and deliberately I asked, "What sort of a fib?"

She was looking straight ahead when she said calmly, "Now I don't want you to get annoyed but we are actually going to their house to swing with Debra and her son."

The car snaked as I stood on the brakes. As we shuddered to a halt I heard the screech of tyres behind; followed immediately by simultaneous blasts from several horns.

I turned to Mother and screamed, "What?"

She stared without expression through the windscreen and replied, "I think you heard what I said."

I blathered hysterically, "What in fuck's name are you talking about?" As the cacophony of horns behind us increased in volume, I poked my head out of the window and yelled, "Shut up you cunts."

I looked in the mirror to see a young girl standing up in an open sports car. Behind her there were three more cars jammed nose to tail. She was waving her arms in a random manner to demonstrate her frustration.

I poked my head out of the window again and shouted, "Go around you stupid bitch," but she was boxed in. I could see more cars beginning to join the queue and the fourth in line was trying to back up. As it was likely to take several minutes to sort out the jam, I took my foot off the brake and moved the car forward.

I turned to Mother and pleaded, "Please tell me you're joking."

But she was looking past me and said, "Oh dear Anthony, she's giving you the finger."

I snarled, "Fuck her; just tell me that you're not serious." I was clenching my buttocks as I struggled to control my panic.

She turned her head to look directly into my eyes. Her voice was tight but calm when she answered, "I am absolutely serious. Debra is expecting you to screw her and her son is going to do the same to me."

I stared at her in horror and then slumped sideways against the door as my life force ebbed away. I had not cried since I was a kid but I was close to it right then.

I shut my eyes and tried to think of something to say but nothing appropriate came to mind. Then I made a decision. I started the engine and grabbed the wheel with the intention of turning the car around.

Mother put her hand on my arm and said quietly, "What do you think you're doing Anthony?"

"We're going home."

Her voice was icy cold. "If you do, you'll spend the rest of your time in my house living in misery. You'll do your own washing, your own cooking, make your own bed and I'll never exchange another word with you."

I turned off the engine and folded my arms on the wheel. I put my forehead down on them and asked beseechingly, "What's happening to you Mother? Five weeks ago you were my lovely Mum and now you're a crazy sex machine. I suppose it's entirely my fault."

"Yes it is."

I sat up indignantly with, "What do you mean yes it is? why is it my fault?"

She stared at me with a patient expression. "Are you really being serious? Just over a month ago I was playing with my pussy and minding my own business. But you decided to interfere and since then you've turned my life upside down.

You've introduced me to hard porn. Tied me to a chair and tormented me with a bondage scene until I was screaming with frustration. You've excited my imagination with an erotic story and shown me how to watch myself masturbate in a mirror.

As if that's not enough, you encouraged your girlfriend and I to engage in lesbian activities; which I should add was thoroughly enjoyable.

I now spend my entire waking life thinking about nothing but sex and masturbating constantly. Despite all of that I still haven't had proper sex; although I've given you every encouragement."

I felt deflated. "I thought we had a deal."

Her eyes opened wide and she spat out, "Deal? What fucking deal? I've never agreed to a deal."

I had never heard her swear like that before.

She looked at me earnestly. "Don't you understand; I want to feel a cock inside me. I'm forty-two years of age and I've never been fucked properly because my dear husband didn't know how to give me pleasure. Maybe I've always been a sex bomb primed to explode and all you did was press the button; I don't know."

She settled back in her seat and looked straight ahead. I stared at her with thoughts churning in my head but I couldn't think of anything to say. She said firmly, "Drive on because we're going to Debra's."

I felt weary. "All right Mother, if you want me to fuck you let's just go home."

She snapped, "It's too late now, we're committed. I intend to keep my word otherwise I can never face her at the club again. So get going and put your foot down, it will be rude if we keep them waiting."

I gave a short laugh but I wasn't finding it amusing, "For Christ's sake, we're not going to tea with the vicar. We're going to somebody's house for an orgy. I'm supposed to screw a woman I don't even know or like and you're going to have some spotty faced nerd stick his cock inside you."

She dismissed that with, "So what? And when he does, I hope you're watching and regret that it's not you that's doing it."

I carried on protesting, "But you said he is only nineteen."

She turned to me, "You're just a year older and I wouldn't mind if you were doing it. Because of you, I now associate sex with young men. Even the fictitious character in your erotic story was a young man."

She hesitated as if wondering if she should go on. She said quietly, "Anthony, I'm going to tell you something." She paused again and took a deep breath before continuing, "I've always desired you. When you started to grow up, I craved to touch your body. As you've become a man, the feeling has got stronger. I know it's wrong but I can't help it.

When you were a teenager, I once saw you naked on your bed. I watched you stroking your penis and when it stiffened, I took my panties off and began to caress myself. You started to masturbate and you didn't know that I was watching.

My pussy was wet and I stood with my legs wide apart. I was shaking with excitement and as you got close to coming, I desperately wanted to hold your penis and do it for you.

I was rubbing my clitoris and holding my panties over my mouth to cover my groans, but you were too occupied to hear me. When I saw you squirt over your tummy I had a huge orgasm and fell down on my knees.

Since you've become a man, I've looked at you with desire many times. I've dreamed about kneeling in front of you and taking out your cock. I've imagined that first I'm sucking it and then I masturbate you. I've come many times just picturing the look on your face as your seed spurts."

We sat in silence until she asked quietly, "I expect that has shocked you."

I was unable to reply because I felt too confused. I was embarrassed but also ashamedly thrilled. All those years and I never knew.

I started the engine and said, "Right, let's get this over but promise me one thing."

"What?"

I put my hand under her chin and looked into her eyes, "That you won't enjoy it."

She pressed her lips together and her eyes were laughing, "I'll try really hard not to."

I was serious when I said, "I'm going to give that Debra women a fucking she'll never forget." Then I thought of something else. "Just one more thing. What am I going to tell Sue?"

"Well," answered Mother, "My best advice is not to tell her at all but if you feel it would be a violation of trust, then I'll write you a note saying I forced you to do it."

We eventually arrived only a few minutes late. The properties were spread well apart and every one was a mansion. Their house was as big as any and was surrounded by wrought iron railings with ornamental gates. There was an intercom and when I pressed the button and announced, "Emma and Anthony," a voice responded, "Welcome."

The house had white Gothic pillars either side of the entrance and there were steps leading up to the front door. As we got out of the car, Debra was already standing on the top step. I thought, "What, no butler?"




A Good Son Ch. 04



She was wearing a brightly coloured cheongsam with a split up the side and as she stepped forward it revealed her leg from her ankle to the top of her thigh. I wondered if she had any panties on. She kissed Mother on both cheeks and then took my hand.

She looked deep into my eyes and gave me a smouldering look that she had probably been practicing. "Anthony," she purred seductively, "I'm so looking forward to our time together."

I replied, "So am I."

Her son had been standing slightly behind her and stepped forward. Debra said, "This is my son David."

He was about five feet five and wearing white slacks and a quilted red jacket. His hair was parted down the centre and he had spats on his shoes. He was obviously trying to be someone from the roaring twenties but he was missing the long cigarette holder. He looked what he turned out to be; a complete twat.

He descended the steps slowly and posed dramatically in front of Mother. As he linked his fingers across his chest he said throatily, "Emma, you are a vision of desire." I stifled an impulse to laugh.

He put his arms around Mother and kissed her on each cheek. Then he slid his hands down to her buttocks and I saw her jump slightly, so he must have squeezed. Her eyes flicked sideways to me and her lips pursed as if she was about to giggle.

The house was magnificent but hardly cosy and we were given a tour. Everything looked priceless and probably was. There were massive chandeliers and heavily framed paintings on the walls. The dining table would have sat a dozen people and probably cost more than my car.

There was champagne on ice and we sat in the spacious lounge sipping from crystal flutes. Debra opened a glass box and took out a joint. She lit it and inhaled deeply before passing it to me. I took a quick drag and passed to Mother who declined, so I gave to David. There were other boxes on the table and Debra waved her hand over them with a lofty, "There's coke, ecstasy or something stronger if you so desire it."

I considered the situation. The profession of the woman was to preserve the law. She had probably prosecuted loads of poor bastards who had been caught with a couple of ounces of grass, but she had on offer every known drug.

Not only that, she was about to present her cunt to someone less than half her age that she had known for a total of ten minutes. If that was not enough, she was encouraging her teenage son to fuck a woman who was more than twice his age and to whom he had just been introduced. She was clearly not a person of pure morals."

It had not escaped me that Mother and I were about to do exactly the same thing.

Debra said to Mother, "Shall we go and freshen up?" They left the room and David moved to an adjacent chair. I didn't really want him that close to me.

With a leering smile he said, "To start with, Mummy likes plenty of attention to her breasts and nipples."

I thought, Mummy? Is he for real? I said casually, "So you fuck her do you?"

He looked taken aback. "God yes; we've been doing it for yonks and much more of course since Daddy went off with his secretary."

I had no idea how long 'yonks' was and I decided not to ask.

He went on, "Mummy taught me how to masturbate."

I wondered why anyone would need lessons to masturbate.

He said, "You have sex with Emma don't you?"

It annoyed me that he referred to her as Emma, but I answered coolly, "Not everyone fucks their own mother."

With another leer he said, "How about a few tips. I want to give her a jolly good seeing to."

I felt my fist clench. I am not normally an aggressive person but at that moment I became aware of the possibility that I would punch him in the face before the day was over.

I said quietly, "Just work it out for yourself." He sank back in the chair seemingly disappointed.

The women came back and Mother was looking nervous. Debra said, "Come along everyone; let's go to the games room."

The games room had neither a Pool nor a Snooker table but there was a bar and a couple of large three-seater couches. The couches probably converted into beds. 

There were some strange looking chairs that had straps attached and hanging from the walls were a variety of implements unmistakably associated with sadomasochism.

They could forget that as far as I was concerned.

One thing was clearly obvious; we were not their first visitors.

Debra led me to one of the couches and said, "Please make yourself comfortable Anthony."

She stood in front of me and with great drama, slowly unbuttoned her cheongsam. She let it slide to the floor and yes, she was naked underneath.

If ever I had seen an expensive boob job I was looking at one right then. They were probably a thirty-eight and the nipples looked as if they had been welded on. They were certainly defying gravity and if I had been a tit man I would have been in heaven. Actually I'm a thighs and buttocks man.

For her age she was in good shape and probably had a personal trainer. I looked down and her pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of heart. It looked silly but she obviously thought it was erotic.

Without taking her eyes from mine she got slowly down on her knees and reached for my zipper. She was staring straight into my eyes with the same smouldering look that she was trying to perfect. As she reached inside she got a handful of floppy dick.

"Dear oh dear," she murmured, "we will have to do something about this." Still with eye contact, she put her mouth over it and with one sucking motion took it all in like a thick strand of spaghetti. I have to say she was good and in no time she had seven and three-quarter inches standing proudly. She then proceeded to pump it vigorously with one hand to make sure.

I stole a look at the other couch and Mother was leaning back with her legs drawn up and her knees wide apart. Her panties were on the floor and David was licking her pussy in a continuous upward motion as if it was an ice-lolly. She had her eyes closed and I was unable to tell if she was enjoying it.

Debra saw me looking and got to her feet. With a mysterious smile she murmured, "Come with me."

Wriggling her bottom seductively she led the way out of the room and I followed still fully dressed and with my cock poking out horizontally.

We went along the hall and entered a bedroom that contained a huge four-poster. Looking up into the canopy, I could see that the ceiling was one entire mirror. Directly on the wall opposite was a television screen. She climbed onto the bed and posed seductively with one hand on her hip. She patted the area beside her and said throatily, "Strip off and lie here my darling, I can see that you like to watch."

I dropped my clothes on the floor and joined her. She immediately grabbed my cock and started sucking it again. At the same time she put her fingers on her pussy and started frigging herself. The sucking was quite pleasant so I let her continue.

After a few minutes she removed my cock from her mouth and pointed a remote at the screen. There must have been cameras covering every inch of the games room because as she kept pushing buttons, I saw the other two from every possible angle. She even zoomed in to fill the screen with Mother's pussy.

They were both now naked and he was leaning back and offering his cock to her. Knowing that it was a new experience to her, I was interested to observe how she performed.

She was certainly not going to have any trouble getting it in her mouth because its dimensions matched the rest of him. She started sucking and it looked like she was doing a good job.

Debra took my hand and put it on her pussy and then re-gripped my cock. She was not very wet and I wondered if she was having a hormone problem. I started to caress her clitoris and she made little moaning noises.

After a few minutes I leaned over and began to suck one of her nipples. I estimated that I had about twenty grand's worth in my mouth. Her moans became groans so I got between her thighs and lifted up her legs and put one on each of my shoulders. As I began to use my tongue she gasped, "God but you're good."

Her pussy was still not very wet and she was aware of it. She reached into a drawer and took out a jar of pussy lubricant. She said, "When you're ready you can use some of this if you like." I had already made up my mind what I intended to do so the lube was going to be useful.

As a test, I put a finger against her anus and gently pushed. She immediately flinched and said, "Sorry Darling but don't go there." 

That's good I thought, because that's exactly where you are going to get it. I asked, "Have you never been fucked up the arse?"

She gave a little smirk. "No I think it might be painful and it certainly wouldn't be very ladylike."

I took a finger full of lube and smeared it on her cunt. I had quite a good hard on and I slipped in easily. She said in her pseudo-sexy voice, "Oh that feels so wonderful Darling." I wondered how many cocks she was comparing mine with?

As I looked up I noticed that there was also a mirror at the back of the bed so I could look in the opposite direction but still see the screen clearly. David was now on top of Mother and his chubby little arse was going up and down like a woodpecker's beak. 

Yes I was angry because it should have been me.

Debra had her legs on my shoulders and was gasping and groaning as I thrust hard into her. I reached for another finger full of lube and as I pulled my cock out she gave a little moan of disappointment. I lifted her buttocks up higher and smeared the lube on her arsehole. She immediately asked with a squeak of alarm, "What on earth are you doing Anthony?"

I said calmly, "You're either going to enjoy this or you're not." I put my cock against her anus and pushed firmly.

She had certainly not been fucked there before because it was very tight. My cock has considerable girth and I had difficulty in getting the first inch of it inside her. I applied more pressure and suddenly the rest of it slid in quickly.

She gave a yelp and screamed, "You bastard," but it was feeling really good so I started to pump it into her at a furious pace. She began to shriek and pound her fists on my back while her legs kicked helplessly.

There must have been a microphone in the room because suddenly the door burst open and David appeared by the bedside. In his stupid voice he said, "I say old chap what in heaven's name are you doing to my Mummy?"

Still thumping away I replied casually, "What does it look like? I'm fucking your Mummy up the arse and I suggest you piss off otherwise I might stick it up yours."

Mother was standing behind with her hand over her mouth but I couldn't tell if she was in shock or laughing.

I suddenly realised that Debra had stopped screaming. I looked down and she had her fingers on her pussy and was rubbing it vigorously. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing harshly through an open mouth.

My attempt to humiliate her was failing because the stupid bitch was actually enjoying it. I suddenly realised that I was also enjoying it because I was about to come. I tried to put a vicious snarl in my voice when I growled, "You had better get ready for this Debra because I'm going to squirt everything I've got straight up your arse."

That didn't frighten her either because she gasped, "Yes, please do it."

I pushed my cock in as far as I could and ejaculated. As I started spurting into her, she must have felt it because she was gouging her fingers into her pussy and gasping repeatedly, "Oh God, oh God."

She was definitely having a big orgasm because every time a wave of pleasurable pain pulsed through her, so her sphincter simultaneously squeezed my cock.

Finally it was all over and I rolled off and on to my back. David was still standing there with his little dick hanging down. He said tearfully, "Are you all right Mummy?" 

Debra was lying with her eyes closed and tentatively feeling her anus. Without opening her eyes she said irritably, "Oh go away David."

I looked at Mother and she was standing with her hands on her hips and slowly shaking her head accusingly at me. I found myself smiling because sex can be really good fun sometimes.

When we were leaving, Debra said she would enjoy it if we visited again but David seemed doubtful.

On the way home I asked Mother, "Well did the earth move for you?"

Mother was not happy and snapped, "Oh shut up; he was pathetic. His cock was tiny but I was actually beginning to enjoy it when suddenly he came and that was the end of it. He got embarrassed and said he didn't usually come that quickly with his Mummy. I was just about to finish the job myself when I heard the hullabaloo coming from your room."

I felt spitefully pleased that her experience had been a disappointment and we continued the journey in silence.

Eventually she leaned sideways and put her head on my shoulder. Her fingers strayed to my lap and gently brushed over the bulge in my pants. She said quietly, "You know when you were about to head back home and I said I would make you're life a misery if you did."

"Yes?"

She squeezed the bulge gently. "Well if you don't do something about my frustration soon, then I will."



A Good Son Ch. 05



On the way home from Debra's, mother leaned sideways and put her head on my shoulder. Her fingers strayed to my lap and gently brushed over the bulge in my pants. She said quietly, "You know when you were about to head back home and I said I would make you're life a misery if you did."

"Yes."

She squeezed the bulge gently, "Well if you don't do something about my frustration soon, then I will."

Although Mother was quite small, she had a trim figure and nice legs and I had always regarded her as a pretty forty-two year old. A few weeks previously I had accidently seen her masturbating and once she got over the initial embarrassment, we had developed an intimate but not physical relationship. I had introduced her to hard porn and since then she had become obsessed with sex.

Initially I was the one in control but as her confidence continued to grow, the roles began to reverse and she was taking over.

Following the unexpected death of my father she had been without sex for two years and was desperate to be screwed properly. Her liaison with Debra's son some thirty minutes earlier had been a miserable disappointment.

So why had I not done something about it already? She was certainly making it plain that the opportunity was there and she admitted that she had been fantasying about me for years.

Was it because it made me feel self-righteousness? Was it a moral issue? It was probably some of both but despite my reluctance to give in to temptation, sex is sex and my mother had become very desirable. The question I was asking myself was; how long could I maintain the illusion of celibacy?

Okay so I had acquired an erection when she was watching herself masturbate in a mirror, but that had been just a lapse of concentration. Despite experiencing more than one erotic situation with her, it had been the only occasion when I had weakened.

I admit that I was aroused when she and Sue were enjoying their lesbian encounter and had my girlfriend not been occupying her pussy I would have screwed her without hesitation.

While all of these thoughts were turning over in my mind I became aware of some activity in the passenger seat and I looked sideways. I said sharply, "Mother what the hell are you doing?"

She had her dress pulled up and her hand inside her panties. She replied quite calmly, "You may have had a satisfactory afternoon but I have not. Sex with David was pathetic and I am extremely frustrated. The only reason that your dick is still inside your trousers is because you are driving and I want to get home in one piece. So ignore me and keep your eyes on the road."

I had to laugh. "Mother you are incorrigible and this has got to be a first. Son driving while mother masturbates in the passenger seat. Tell me when to honk the horn."

"You'll know, so now shut up because I'm busy."

I couldn't help but glance sideways a few times and when she realised that I was peeking, she deliberately made it more interesting. She pulled her dress up high enough to expose her bare stomach and down came her panties. Then she opened her legs fully so I could get a complete view.

Then came the enticing commentary, "Mm, this feels really good and I'm all wet and tingly. I could come right now but I'm going to tease myself for a while. Don't you wish you were doing it for me?"

I wanted to keep my eyes on the road but out of the corner of my eye I could see her fingers sliding in and around her pussy. The scent of her juices pervaded the car and she was squirming with exaggerated pleasure. She was deliberately trying to excite me, and she succeeded.

Desperately I told my penis not to pay any attention but it failed to listen. Slowly it began to rise and there was nothing I could do about it.

She was triumphant. "Well I never; Mummy's got Anthony all excited." She reached across and gently gripped my erection through my trousers. "My word, you've certainly grown up to be a big boy and sooner or later I'm going to make use of this monster."

I slapped her hand away and I said sharply, "Well not today you're not, so let go of me and finish what you're doing. I just want to get home safely."

I was furious with myself and despite all my good intentions, my mother had made me horny again. I wondered how long I could resist because her persistent approaches were breaching my defences.

She had her fingers back in her pussy and said breathlessly, "If only you knew what I'm doing to you in my imagination. I'm not going to tell you but it's certainly going to make me come."

I tried not to imagine what fantasy she was performing upon me but whatever it was, it was not diminishing my erection.

Her head was turned towards me and she was making little whimpering sounds but suddenly she stiffened and her whimpering became a desperate groan. Her right hand was rubbing furiously and she thrust the fingers of her left hand deep into her pussy.

I heard her suck in her breath and without making any sound at all, her bare stomach jerked convulsively as shocks of agonising pleasure jolted her body. Then she exhaled with a long shuddering gasp.

As the delicious sensations began to fade, there were milder spasms until eventually she relaxed and settled back into her seat.

Within a few seconds she had recovered and reached down to pull up her panties with a cheerful, "Well I feel better for that; so how do you feel?"

Of course my penis was still rock hard and there was little point in trying to hide it. I said nothing and stared fixedly ahead.

She finished straightening her clothes and looked at my lap. "Oh dear Anthony, you still seem to have a problem. Do you want to pull over and let me make that nasty swelling go away?"

She reached out murmuring soothingly, "Let me give it some air because it must be suffocating in there."

Before she could reach my zipper I snapped, "Don't touch me; it will eventually subside of its own accord. Anyway it would almost certainly be a traffic violation."

She was smirking as she remarked, "My word you are getting crotchety. It's not my fault you got horny, you shouldn't have been watching."

I replied sharply, "I was not watching but when someone is playing with their pussy only a few inches away, it's difficult not to be aware of it."

I continued, "But it won't happen ever again because by tomorrow there will be a notice on the passenger side that will say, 'Thank you for not masturbating'."

We eventually arrived home and while I was showering I assessed the situation. Although I was losing the upper hand there was one thing of which I was absolutely certain. She could not force me to fuck her; or could she?

The next day I was leaving for a five-day training course. I was not expecting to do well because the only talents that I possess involve drinking beer and fornicating.

I rarely saw my girlfriend on Sundays but because I was going to be away for the week, we had agreed to make an exception.

Sue and I had been together for eighteen months and sex was the main theme in our relationship. It was without any restriction no matter how devious or perverse and we trusted each other implicitly. We even agreed that extracurricular sex was permissible as long as the other was aware of it in advance.

So on the way there I worried how I was going to tell her that I had just fucked a woman many years my senior who I hardly knew. The fact that it had also been anal was just a technicality.

Sue dedicated her life to seeking the ultimate sexual experience and was excitingly innovative. I wondered what she had in store that evening because Mother's exploits in the car had left me feeling horny. Whilst showering I recalled the journey home and acquired another erection. I hosed it with cold water when I found myself washing it faster than was necessary.

Sue opened her door wearing just panties. Tall and blond and with a complexion that seemed to be permanently tanned, she looked stunning. She was nineteen and a year younger than me.

As I entered, she entwined her right leg behind me and kissed me with unrestrained passion. As always, her writhing tongue snaked into my mouth.

Sue worshipped her body and kept it in perfect shape. Her breasts were generous for a girl of five feet nine and she never wore a bra. As she drew back from our kiss, I lowered my head and sucked each nipple gently and she shivered with pleasure.

We sat down in facing chairs and Sue said, "Well this is an unexpected treat; fucking on a Sunday. As I won't see you for a week let's make the most of it. We'll have five minutes of civilised chat and then get at it. So what's new?"

I steeled myself and went straight in. "Today was rather unusual. Do you remember that Debra woman I mentioned?"

She nodded.

"I fucked her this afternoon, and up the arse to be technically correct."

For a few seconds her expression remained unchanged and then it slowly altered from interested to incredulous. She stared at me in silence, and then in a steely tone, "You did what?"

I felt a surge of panic and pleaded, "Sue please let me explain."

Before I could continue she said very quietly, "Yes I think you had better explain. I've been twiddling my thumbs all day and looking forward to this evening, and now you tell me you've been having sex with someone else. How is it that I am learning about your illicit liaison after the event?"

Her reaction was completely unexpected and I began to feel desperate as I begged, "Sue you must let me explain. My mother made me do it. She said she would make my life a misery if I didn't cooperate. She wanted Debra's son to fuck her and the only way Debra would allow it was if I fucked her."

Sue's tone was scornful, "Oh your Mummy made you do it did she? Mummy forced little Anthony to fuck the nasty woman. I had no idea that you are such a spineless wimp. Just to put the record straight, did you enjoy it and did you come?"

"No of course I didn't enjoy it," and then I added lamely and without making any sense, "Well I did come but it wasn't because I was enjoying it."

I was blathering utter nonsense so I hurriedly continued, "Look Sue, I didn't know about it myself until we were halfway there. When I learned what she had planned, I tried to turn the car around and that was when she threatened me with a miserable existence."

She stared at me in silence and then walked to the door and opened it. She said quietly, "I am very disappointed in you and I need time to think about it. You had better leave now and I'll have come to a decision by the time you get back from your course."

I was completely devastated and I never dreamed that she would take it so badly. I was close to dropping on my knees to beg forgiveness. I pleaded, "Sue, give me a break for fuck's sake. Phone my mother and she'll tell you that it was all her idea."

She looked thoughtful for a moment as if considering her options and then to my relief she shut the door. She turned to rest her forehead against it and then sank slowly to her knees.

She started to shake and at first I thought she was sobbing, but when she turned around to lean her back against the door I realised that she was shaking with laughter.

So it was all a wind-up and as usual I had made a complete cunt of myself. While she continued to gurgle with helpless mirth, I collapsed into a chair with relief.

My face was burning with shame and I tried to sound confident when I bleated, "You didn't fool me. I knew you were joking and I was just going along with it."

She screwed up her face and in a falsetto voice whined, "Give me a break Sue; my Mummy made me fuck the nasty lady. I didn't want to honest I didn't."

She walked to my chair and squirmed onto my lap. She put on a squeaky voice and said, "Poor little Tony. I won't let your Mummy make you fuck anybody that you don't want to ever again."

I growled, "Get off," and tried to push her from my lap but she clung to me tightly. I wanted to avoid her kiss but she managed to plant one firmly on my lips.

She announced, "Emma told me days ago about her plans and phoned me when you were on your way here to describe what happened. She said it was hilarious, especially when you threatened to stick it up David's arse."

I said, "Oh it's Emma now is it? I don't I like you in cahoots with my mother because I'm having enough trouble with her as it is. I suppose you know that she wants me to screw her."

"Of course I do, and you had better hurry up if you intend to because she has acquired an admirer."

I sat up quickly and demanded, "What admirer? What are you talking about?"

"He's a guy at the health club and he follows her around like a puppy dog. He wants to take her for a weekend on his yacht."

"Yacht?" I was suspicious. "Is this another wind-up?"

She said, "I thought that would get your attention. You know that huge motor showroom in the High Street, the one with the Mercs and Italian sports-jobs in it?"

I nodded.

"Well that's his and he's got a couple more like that. You could have a rich step-daddy."

I thought for a moment and enquired tentatively, "How rich?"

Sue whispered, "Stinking rich."

Rivers of greed flooded through my veins and I asked, "How do you spell Ferrari?"

I stood up quickly and Sue tumbled to the floor. I announced, "This is going to take some serious consideration."

I started pacing back and forth muttering thoughtfully, "If I don't fuck her she will get annoyed and I don't want to upset her. If I do fuck her, she will think that all fucks should be that good. If this guy turns out to have a small dick and be useless in bed, she will give him the goodbye and I will remain Ferrari-less."

From the floor Sue scoffed, "What makes you think that you're that good?"

I looked down at her and replied, "Any guy who can hang on to you, has to be good."

She smiled with, "Thank you for the compliment you smooth talking bastard."

I felt excited. Suddenly the future was likely to be very interesting and maybe profitable. I announced decisively, "I'll resolve the mother issue in my own good time. Let me now kiss your beautiful vagina to celebrate the acquisition of my new found wealth; I hope."

She immediately spread her legs to their fullest extent and I knelt between them. With finger and thumb I pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and her pussy was already wet in anticipation. Her clitoris had started to swell and I took it gently between my lips and softly caressed the tip of it with my tongue.

She arched her body and gripping her nipples between her finger and thumb she began to squeeze and twist them as she gasped, "Oh Jesus, that feels so good."

When she was really excited her pussy secretions would become a thin opaque froth and leak downwards. Sometimes I would lap up the salty wetness before it reached her anus or I might let it flow. On this occasion I waited until her puckered rose had become drenched and then I slid my finger into the soft hole. As I did so she gasped and I felt it tighten around my finger.

I began to move my tongue in circles around her clitoris and at the same time I eased another finger into her anus. As my two fingers stretched her opening she began to whimper softly and her sphincter gripped them tightly.

With my free hand I pulled down my underpants in readiness to enter her pussy but she said urgently, "Fuck me up the arse."

My penis was already solid but it twitched as her request thrilled me. Nothing excited me more than hearing Sue asking to be anal fucked.

I leaned forward and put my hands flat to either side of her. As I did so she shuffled quickly under me and pressed the end of my cock against the soft depression. Then she lifted herself invitingly and wrapped her arms around my waist. Her hole had become slippery with her excited juices and although I can boast considerable girth, she pulled me to her so firmly I slid in easily.

She was pressing upwards as she demanded urgently, "Push your cock right in and fuck me hard."

I put my hands under her buttocks and began violent thrusts into her anus. As I looked down, the fingers of her right hand were vigorously rubbing her pussy.

Her sphincter was tight around my cock and it was becoming too much for me. My orgasm was imminent and I groaned, "Can't hold it Sue," and I felt my testicles tingle.

She gasped, "I'm coming too."

My fingers gripped her buttocks as I drove into her with savage thrusts and I could hear myself snarling like a wild animal.

As our orgasms slowly subsided, I started to withdraw but she clutched me tightly and whispered, "Not yet; it feels really sexy inside me and I might want to come again in a minute."

Her fingers slid between our stomachs and I could feel the movement of her knuckles as she began to caress herself again. My penis stiffened instantly. She was groaning, "Oh God, your cock feels so good," and then more urgently, "I'm starting to come again so push it in hard."

I renewed my violent thrusts and I could feel her fingers moving as they gouged into her gaping slit. She was bucking and heaving under me and continually gasping, "Fuck me, fuck my arse."

Then her body tensed and I paused with my shaft deep inside her. She stopped breathing for several seconds and then exhaled with long shuddering groan. Finally she began to relax and her arms fell heavily to her side.

I looked down and her face was flushed and straggles of her blonde hair were wet with perspiration. She said breathlessly, "That was one the biggest climaxes I have ever had."

I responded, "I had a big one too."

She murmured, "You can take your cock out now. I've finished with it for the time being but keep it handy just in case."

I gently withdrew and she sighed when her anus was left with nothing to grip.

She asked thoughtfully, "I wonder what a double penetration feels like? You know; the ones you see in porn videos. It's a pity you haven't got a twin brother."

I dismissed that with, "Well I haven't, so you'll have to make do with a single one."

I decided to change the subject. "As I'm away all next week, do you want me to phone you in the evenings with an update?"

"Definitely if you have something exciting to tell me; especially if you have sex with any of the girls. If not, we can have a telephonic wank together. By the way, is that Paula girl on the same course?"

She was referring to a twenty-three year old who worked in the next office. She was not a stunning beauty but had a nice body. She wore spectacles which for some illogical reason made me imagine that there were fires burning within. As far I knew she was unattached.

She always looked so prim that in the hope of getting a reaction, I would usually make a provocative remark when I passed by her desk; and she always pointedly ignored me.

I answered, "I believe she is."

Sue said, "Well if you get around to doing naughty things with her, I want to hear all the details."

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When everyone had checked in, we all gathered in the main lounge for a briefing. I counted fourteen of us including six females.

I managed to get a seat next to Paula and spent most of the time making it obvious that I was more interested in her than listening to the opening address. As always she was unimpressed by my masculine charm. With five days to go I was prepared to be patient.

Each day that followed I made sure that I sat close to Paula and paid little attention to the boring lectures. There were slide shows and talks by guest speakers and the overall theme was man-management. Sex didn't figure in the curriculum at all which was a pity because it was a subject about which I considered myself to be quite knowledgeable.

Each evening we all gathered in the bar which gave me the opportunity to demonstrate my other talent which was drinking more than anybody else while still remaining vertical.




A Good Son Ch. 05



I continued my pursuit of Paula with subtleties like asking if I could see her pussy and enquiring if a shag was completely out of the question. She responded by telling me to fuck off or she would kick me in the balls.

Each night I telephoned Sue when I got to bed, but with nothing interesting to report we had telephonic masturbation.

When Friday evening came I decided it was then or never. Both our rooms were on the fourth floor and when Paula left the bar to change, I followed her into the lift.

She was immediately suspicious and said, "I'm warning you, just don't try anything."

I replied, "All I want to do is feel your pussy. Surely that's not an unreasonable request."

Her response was, "In your dreams."

I had already consumed enough alcohol to overcome caution and when the lift opened at the fourth floor and she tried to leave I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. I lifted the front of her dress and said, "Just a quick feel, that's all I want."

She could have screamed or slapped me, but to my surprise she gave a giggle and said, "Stop it you drunken fool, someone will see us."

The lift door started to close but I blocked it with my foot. I had my left arm around her waist as I tried to work my right hand between her thighs but she had them pressed tightly together.

I managed to get my fingers under one side of her parties and suddenly she stopped resisting. Her face pressed into my shoulder and as I slid my fingers into her pussy she gave a tiny squeak.

As I began to fondle her soft slit, she said breathlessly, "You bastard, I'm going to tell Sue what you're doing." I thought it wise not to mention that Sue wanted to hear all about it.

I concentrated on stroking her pussy which had become really wet and she was making little moaning sounds as I moved my fingers. Suddenly I felt her hand pulling down the tag of my zipper. She reached inside for my cock and she must have been impressed because she muttered softly, "Wow."

It was obviously going to be a stand-up job so I had no choice but to take my foot from the lift door and I heard it close. I put my hand behind her right thigh and lifted her leg. As I lowered my body to be level with her pussy, she guided my cock straight in. My persistence had paid off.

She was standing on one leg with the higher one wrapped behind me as she gasped, "Okay you've got your wish so you had better make this good."

Her pussy was sopping wet and as I started to fuck her I became aware that the lift was moving downwards. It stopped and the door started to open. I heard voices and Paula hissed, "Jesus Christ," and jerked backwards.

I felt her grab for my zipper to pull it up but my cock was still outside. There was a sharp pain and my worst nightmare became a reality. The lower side of my foreskin was trapped in the zipper.

A barb of excruciating agony pierced the underside of my penis and I fought against the urge to scream. Waves of panic washed over me as I tried to assess the situation. My cock was protruding from my trousers and my zipper was preventing me from tucking it away. Some people had entered the lift and even with my hand covering my penis, I dared not turn around. 

I was still hanging on to Paula who had her back to the lift buttons when she hissed, "Get off," and tried to push me away.

I clung to her tightly and said through clenched teeth, "Don't fucking move, you've got my cock caught in the zipper."

Behind me a man's voice said, "Number three please."

I reached over Paula's shoulder and stabbed a finger at button three. She was looking at me with wide open eyes as my predicament slowly dawned on her. I saw her lips purse and I whispered, "If you laugh, I'll fucking strangle you here and now. What am I going to do?"

To my amazement she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she looked over my shoulder and said, "Forgive us but we've just got engaged and we can't stop kissing."

I heard a woman say, "How sweet."

The lift stopped and as the couple got out, the man tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Good luck."

I jabbed button four and the lift moved up. When it stopped at the fourth floor I peered out and to my relief the corridor was empty.

With my hand covering my protruding member, I took short mincing steps to my bedroom door and every one brought a whimper from my lips.

When I collapsed onto the bed I was too scared to look down. I was certain that my cock was hideously gashed and I probably needed plastic surgery. It was definitely the end of my sex life and I would be horribly disfigured. I covered my penis with cupped hands and whimpered in terror.

Paula bent over me and said, "Let me see." She gently prised my hands away and announced, "Yep, it's definitely caught in the zipper."

I felt murderous towards her and snarled, "Of course it is; did you think I was making it up? You had better phone for an ambulance."

Paula answered, "Before I do, let me try something."

I asked cautiously, "What?"

She said, "This," and before I could stop her, she grabbed the tag of the zipper and snatched it down.

This time I did scream. The pain although brief was excruciating and I clutched my injured weapon with both hands and curled into the foetal position.

Paula made quickly for the bedroom exit and grabbed the door handle in readiness.

For fully sixty seconds I cursed her with every obscenity that came to mind. I also said that I intended to kill her and I have never meant anything more sincerely. Slowly the pain ebbed away.

Paula returned cautiously to the bed and said, "My God you are a baby. I've never heard anyone make such a fuss over a tiny knick. Let me take look."

I snarled, "Fuck off. Why don't you just get a pair of pliers and rip it off completely?"

She said soothingly, "I promise I'll be gentle." With finger and thumb she carefully lifted my penis and looked at the underside. She stared at it silently for a few seconds and then opened her handbag. She took out a small mirror and held it underneath. All she said was, "Look."

I steeled myself for the ugly sight. At first I couldn't see anything at all, but then I spotted a small blood blister just below the glans. I continued searching but that was all there was. No gash, no blood and no tourniquet needed. It wasn't possible that such a tiny blemish could cause such excruciating agony.

I muttered sheepishly, "Well it hurt like fucking hell."

I realised that I was now in a very vulnerable situation. Without a great deal of optimism I asked, "You won't tell anybody about this will you?"

She replied innocently, "What tell everybody that you've been sexually harassing me all week and then tried to rape me in the lift? That you got your cock trapped in your zipper and screamed like a baby? Why would I tell anybody all that?"

I knew then that I was completely fucked.

She opened the door and with a smile said, "I'll see you in the bar Honey."

I had some Savlon in my toilet bag and smeared it generously after my shower. I left it as long as I could and then prepared myself for the inevitable ordeal.

As I entered the bar all conversation ceased and they moved aside for me. Even the barman had a smile on his face.

I decided to be aggressive. "Would anybody like to see my war wounds?" There were some quiet sniggers.

I heard one of the girls say, "Severe physical trauma can leave some men impotent. It must be awful to have a dick that doesn't work anymore." To my credit I let them have their fun and I heard more penis jokes that I knew existed.

Towards the end of the evening, Paula put her arms around me and gave me an affectionate kiss. She whispered, "When your cock gets better, you can have another go at fucking me, but this time take your trousers off completely."

I was very drunk when I eventually got into bed. I phoned Sue and related the entire story and she said it made her day. My dick was too sore to masturbate.

Her last words before we said goodnight were, "I've got a nice surprise for you when you're back in action."

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I drove home with plenty to think about. Going back to the office was going to be embarrassing, especially as I had acquired the nickname of Nobby.

Parked outside the house was a Bentley and I knew it could only belong to my mother's boyfriend.

Sure enough, the man sitting in my favourite chair leapt to his feet with hand outstretched. He was fiftyish and less than medium height. His hair was brushed across to hide an obviously bald scalp and I wondered why he hadn't splashed out on a hair transplant.

His handshake was quite firm and Mother introduced him as, "My friend Roland from the health club."

She asked if I had enjoyed the week and did I have anything interesting to tell her? There was something about the way she asked the question that made me wonder if my embarrassing experience had already reached her. I said the week had been uneventful, but there appeared to be a trace of amusement in her eyes.

I dumped my travel case and returned to the lounge. Mother was making a pot of tea so Roland and I exchanged small talk. I wanted to talk about automobiles but he was more interested in discussing Mother. He thought she was wonderful and did I mind if she spent a weekend with him on his boat?

Well I did mind, but I said I didn't. I wondered if they had already experienced sex together but the image of it made me cringe. I tried unsuccessfully to convince myself that it was not jealousy.

Eventually he left and there was a brief silence at the front door so I assumed they were kissing and it made me cringe again.

When Mother returned I asked casually, "Is there any future in your relationship with Roland?"

She replied, "Possibly; he's a nice man and very generous." She demonstrated by holding up her left wrist on which she was sporting an expensive looking watch.

She continued, "And before you ask, I didn't do anything to earn it. He said it gave him pleasure so I accepted. In answer to your next question, we haven't had sex although he groped my tits and got excited. Unless he keeps his wallet in his trouser pocket, he appears to have an adequately sized penis."

I found the picture she was painting extremely unpalatable; nevertheless I had to ask, "I presume if you spend the weekend with him you'll go the whole way?"

"I might, but it's none of your business anyway."

She was right; it was none of my business so I left it at that. 

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I hardly ever visited Sue on a Sunday and on Monday she was going to a hen party. Tuesday was her Italian class, so we agreed to leave it until Wednesday. That was fine with me because it took three days for my penis to recover from its painful experience.

Mother was out all day but she left an evening meal for me. On the way to Sue's I wondered what the surprise would be and knowing how inventive she could be, I was looking forward to it.

She met me at the door wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. As we kissed, I slid my hand between her thighs and fondled her pussy. She quivered with pleasure but then pulled back.

She led me to a couch and said, "Let me have a look at your poor willy. Is it permanently disfigured?"

She released it from my trousers and gave it a careful examination. In a puzzled tone she enquired, "Where is the injury then? From your account I expected to see something ugly but there's nothing here."

It sounded rather lame when I replied, "I heal very quickly."

She bent down and kissed the end of my dick and then straightened up to kiss my mouth. Her eyes were laughing when she chided me with, "You really are a big baby, but I love you to bits." She took my hand and said, "Come on, let's go into the bedroom."

Sue had spent a fortune on her bed and it was huge with massive brass rails top and bottom. We had given it a serious pounding on countless occasions.

She began to undress me and when I was naked she pushed me onto the bed. She opened her wardrobe and took out a box. From it she removed some weird looking shackles. Each one was padded and had an adjustable chain attached.

I was immediately alarmed. I had never been tied up for sex and I will do anything to avoid pain. I said cautiously, "Hold on Sue, I'm not sure I want to go along with this. We've never done this sort of thing before."

She replied, "I bought these on the Internet and I promise you will enjoy yourself. So just relax and trust me."

While she was talking she took one of my wrists and cuffed it to the head rail. I cooperated reluctantly and I allowed her to do so only because I was curious. She secured the other wrist and then both my ankles and suddenly I was spread-eagled and helpless.

Off came her shirt and she climbed between my legs. Her tongue licked the insides of my thighs and then moved higher towards my cock which began to rise in anticipation. With gentle squeezes she took it in both hands and lowered her mouth onto it.

Her tongue flicked across my glans and the sensation made me gasp. Her lips closed over it and my penis disappeared into her mouth in one continuous sucking motion. Then she dragged her lips upwards and repeated the tongue flick and again the deep swallow.

I was getting close to an orgasm when suddenly she sat up and said, "I forgot something." She went back to the box and lifted out a black blindfold. She sat back on the bed and instructed, "Lift your head up."

I thought about having my cock sucked while blindfolded and decided it would be exciting so I allowed her to cover my eyes.

I felt her climb off the bed she said, "I'll be back in a minute." I hoped there were no whips in the box because I was definitely opposed to that.

Within a few seconds she was back on the bed and I tingled with anticipation. Her hands gently squeezed my cock again and her tongue flicked across my glans. I felt her mouth close over the end of it and then slide down.

But something felt different.

I said cautiously, "Sue?"

A voice answered, "She's not here at the moment."

My mind reeled in shock because it was my mother's voice.

I heard myself squawking, "Mother what the fuck are you doing? How did you get in here?"

She answered in a soothing voice, "Just relax darling, I promise I'm not going to hurt you."

I felt a surge of panic and I shrieked, "Mother you can't do this. It's immoral, it's rape and it's incest."

She replied calmly, "You're absolutely right Darling and I don't care. My morals are obviously much more flexible than yours. If you won't fuck me then I have no choice but to fuck you."

She removed the blindfold and she was kneeling between my legs completely naked apart from a black velvet band around her throat. Her prominent nipples had stiffened and she looked incredibly sexy.

I shut my eyes and said defiantly, "I refuse to be a party to this and you can't make me."

She sighed with, "Okay please yourself." I felt her wriggling along my body until her thighs straddled my head. I could smell the acrid scent of her pussy which was an inch from my mouth.

She whispered softly, "I would now like you to lick my vagina please."

I answered petulantly, "No I will not," and turned my head to one side.

Her tone was menacing when she threatened, "Would you like me to pee all over your face?"

She sounded as if she meant it but I answered, "You wouldn't dare."

She continued in a calm tone, "Anthony I love you because you are my son, but I intend to have my wicked way with you whether you like or not. You have only yourself to blame for this because I was prepared to live my life as a frustrated widow but you decided to interfere.

Now that you have ignited my fires I want all my fantasies to come true and you happen to be one of them. So I repeat my threat; you have until I count to five before I pee on you.

I said hastily, "All right, but I want you to know that this is under protest."

She replied, "Well it was either going to be under protest or under a stream of pee. My pussy is all yours."

It was comfortably within reach of my tongue and eating pussy is one of my specialities. I decided that if the task was being forced upon me, I might as well take pride in my work.

I slid my tongue in and around her pussy and I wanted to put my hands behind her buttocks but the handcuffs restricted me. A thin dribble of moisture oozed from her gaping slit and her swollen labia protruded like puffy crimson ears. The pubic hair all around was matted with her moisture and I nuzzled it with my nose.

I had before me a slippery wet vagina and I no longer cared who owned it. I gently held her clitoris between my lips and as I touched it with the tip of my tongue she gasped and her body writhed with the sensation.

Suddenly she blurted urgently, "I'm coming."

I could feel the involuntary contractions of her pussy as she approached her orgasm and she began to whimper like a baby. Suddenly she gave a shrill squeal and her body stiffened. Then she groaned aloud and I felt a faint splash on my chin. As the exquisite sensations pulsed through her body she rubbed her pussy frantically on my face.

Slowly her pleasure faded but she continued to quiver with mild after-shocks. Finally her body drooped with exhaustion. My penis was solid pillar of muscle and there was nothing I could do about it.

For nearly a minute she remained unmoving with her pussy pressed against my face. Then she straightened up and wriggled backwards. She leaned forward to kiss my lips and murmured softly, "That was delicious darling. I'm now going to take a shower before we move on to phase two."

As she climbed off she looked at my erect penis and gently squeezed it. She said, "I don't think the pleasure was completely all mine. Your manhood seems to be quite firm."

I remained silent with exasperation because once again she had defeated me. She wriggled her bottom provocatively as she strolled away.

Suddenly I was aware that someone else was in the room. I expected it to be Sue but I found myself looking at Paula. She was naked and sitting casually in a chair with her legs crossed.

I wondered if I was hallucinating and for several seconds I was speechless with shock. Eventually I heard myself ask incredulously, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She smiled and replied calmly, "Don't take any notice of me; I'm just a spectator and I've been enjoying the performance. It's the first time I've watched a live sex show and it was much better than a porn video. It made me really excited and I had a little orgasm of my own."

I was completely bewildered and repeated, "What you are doing here?"

She walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it. She said calmly, "Well it's like this. Sue phoned me on Monday and we had a laugh about your unfortunate experience in the lift. She invited me to their hen party and I came back here for a coffee. Then one thing led to another."

I asked suspiciously, "What do you mean, one thing led to another?"

She smiled, "We drank some wine and got to know each other better and I stayed the night. I'm afraid your girlfriend seduced me, although I confess to not offering much resistance. Then the next night your mother arrived and all three of us got together." 

"What do you mean by got together?"

"Well first we got together and hatched this plot and then we got together in bed."

It was all too much. My girlfriend was fucking an office colleague, my mother was going to fuck me and the three of them were fucking each other. I was the only one being fucked involuntarily.

Just then Sue arrived and sat on the other side of the bed. She stroked my face and asked, "How are you doing Honey? By the way you've met Paula haven't you? Oh of course you have; it was when you were drunk and tried to rape her in a lift with painful consequences."




A Good Son Ch. 05



I ignored that and asked desperately, "When are you going to release me from this bed?"

They looked at each other and Paula answered, "We can't say exactly because it all depends on Emma. I believe she has some unfinished business."

I watched helplessly as they got off the bed and walked out of the room.

I stared at the ceiling and cursed my stupidity. A few minutes passed and Mother returned. She was still naked but the velvet neckband was missing.

She climbed onto the bed and stretched luxuriously, "I'm all nice and fresh now and ready to realise my ultimate fantasy. In case you haven't already worked it out; it is to be fucked properly by you. So are you going to be a good son and cooperate?" She dangled the handcuff key from her fingers.

It was decision time. I could either pretend to agree to her demands and then make a run for it when she uncuffed me, or I could stick to my principles and refuse.

What finally swayed my decision was my throbbing penis. Despite all my good intentions, the thought of being raped by her was enticing. So I heard myself say, "You're going to have to rape me because I refuse to copulate voluntarily with my own mother."

She climbed between my feet and sat cross-legged. With a serious expression she said, "It is possible that I may soon have a permanent relationship with Roland; in which case I shall remain faithful to him. That excludes of course the occasional romp with a female of my choice, but I don't regard that as infidelity. So if sex with you is going to be my final fling, it has to be right now."

She stretched forward to grip my penis and said, "May I point out that it would be technically impossible for me to rape you if your cock was flaccid. So if my illicit desires are so immoral that you refuse to be a party to them, why then have you got such a solid erection?"

I searched unsuccessfully for an explanation. From the moment my mother had started sucking my cock it had been rock hard and the truth was inescapable; I wanted her to rape me.

I answered, "Okay Mother, I can't deny that you've made me horny so go ahead if you must."

She immediately straddled one of my thighs and staring intently down at me began to rub her pussy slowly along it. When she changed over to the other leg I could still feel the stickiness that she had left behind. 

Then she bent down and I felt her breath on my testicles. She first licked around them and then began to move up my stiffened rod until it reached the glans. Her lips closed over it and as the tip of her tongue gently probed the hole, my cock jerked with the sensation. She was still staring at me as if to gauge my reactions but I desperately tried to remain expressionless.

Her tongue travelled down again and she repeated the entire movement upward from my testicles. This time when her lips enveloped my glans, she revolved her tongue slowly and I was unable to prevent myself from groaning at the tingling sensation.

Suddenly she shuffled forward until she straddled my head. At first I thought she wanted me to lick her again but she lowered herself and began rubbing her gaping slit on my face. It felt hot and slippery and I could hear her gasping as her movements became more urgent. I closed my mouth and eyes when I realised that she was masturbating on me.

Suddenly she cried out sharply and pressed her pussy hard against my face with a slow dragging motion. She stiffened and remained motionless for a few seconds and then toppled sideways.

She was breathing harshly and it became the only sound in the room. A minute passed before she climbed back to straddle my chest again. She said, "I apologise if you found that a bit messy but I've rubbed myself on your face many times in my imagination and doing it for real was much better."

She turned her attention to my cock again and exclaimed, "My word, there's a little dribble leaking from it. Does that mean you nearly came?"

I tried to speak in reasonable tone. "Mother I've been chained to the bed far too long and I am very uncomfortable. Not only that but I am busting for a pee. So if you intend to fuck me, I suggest you hurry up before I relieve myself all over Sue's bed."

She brushed her hand across my forehead to remove some hair from my eyes. "Do you want me to?"

"Let's get it over with, so yes."

She moved backwards towards my feet and her mouth hovered over my erection again. She flicked the top of it with her tongue and then briefly sucked the glans.

I groaned again as my penis jerked and I gasped, "Mother I'm warning you; if you do that again I'm going to come and there won't be any stiff cock left for you."

She squeezed the top and said, "No you're not. You're going to come inside me when I say so. Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes in exasperation and hissed through clenched teeth, "Just get on with it."

She decided that enough was enough and shuffled forward. Carefully she lowered herself onto my throbbing penis but only until just an inch of it was inserted. I pushed upwards to get some more in but she lifted her body to frustrate me.

I moaned in despair, "Mother what are you doing? I'm trying to put my cock inside you but you keep moving away."

She whispered, "I know you are and I want to feel all of it inside me, but I going to tease you until you can't take any more. I've waited a long time for this I intend to enjoy every second of it."

I decide to put an end to the game. "You're too late because I've started to come."

She cried out in panic, "No don't; I'm not ready yet."

She pressed down firmly and took my penis to the limit. Her vagina gripped me and I was surprised how tight it was. Instinctively I attempted to thrust upwards but she was rising up and down so I let her do the work. Her hot secretions were making a slippery wet sound as her body slapped against me.

She was panting harshly through her open mouth and her eyes were staring wildly. As her thrusting became more frantic, she gasped, "Wait for me darling please wait, I'm nearly coming."

And then she cried, "Now."

The bedrails creaked as my hands and feet strained against the chains. My semen spurted and I gasped with the violence of my orgasm. Her own orgasm was simultaneous and her stomach convulsed with delicious spasms. As spears of exquisite pleasure pierced her body she uttered shrills cries in her ecstasy.

I sank back onto the bed exhausted but as her orgasm slowly diminished she continued to grind her pelvis in a circular motion to dredge the last vestige of pleasure from it. Finally she slumped forward with her face pressed against the side of my neck.

My penis was still inside her and as it started to wilt she gave a little sigh of disappointment. She lifted her head and asked, "Is that it; has it gone to sleep?"

"I'm afraid so; it's had a busy day."

She climbed off the bed and stretched. "Well that was worth waiting all those years for. Now that I know what real sex feels like, I hope for your sake that Roland is a good performer."

That sounded ominous but I made no comment.

She lifted the key from the bedside table and unlocked one of the handcuffs. She placed it on my chest and walked to the door. Before she got there, it opened and two heads peered into the room.

Both girls were smiling and Sue asked, "All over?"

Mother replied, "Yes thank you and it was most enjoyable."

Paula said, "We gathered that from all the screaming and hollering."

She looked at me as I was unlocking the handcuffs and remarked, "Your son looks a bit dishevelled. I hope you didn't damage his cock because it's only just survived a near fatal injury."

I gave her a withering look.

The three of them left the bedroom and I went to the bathroom. I took my time showering while I contemplated the entire experience.

I had finally experienced sex with my mother so was I ashamed? I gave it an honest appraisal and decided that I was not. I had been tricked into it and therefore my conscience was clear. That seemed to be a fair and reasonable conclusion so I decided not to let it trouble me again.

I returned to the bedroom and looked at the closed door. I wondered if they were talking about me so I opened it a few inches and peeped inside.

Paula was lying on a couch and Sue's pussy was on her face. Pauls's hands were wrapped around Sue's buttocks and Mother's head was between her open thighs.

I thought, "Aren't they ever satisfied?" On the other hand, was I ever satisfied?

I entered the room and began to strip.