0 comments/ 169037 views/ 14 favorites Weekend at Mother in Laws Pt. 01 By: JustaNiceGuyUK Friday Afternoon John had thought the idea a bad one to start with, sneaking down to his parents summer house to spring a surprise birthday party for his wife Michelle. Jayne, his mother in law was persuasive enough and in the end he finally cracked and agreed to go down and help with the setting up. John had worried about an excuse for the last month and finally managed to settle on the age old favourite of a business meeting out of town. Michelle had seen through it instantly, and he spilled the beans on the birthday surprise. He pulled up outside the two storey house, the sun had burnt off all the clouds leaving a deep blue sky and a cooling breeze carried the sound of the sea that lay just over a hill behind the house. John stood in the drive way eyes closed a faint smile on his lips, his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath of the fresh sea air. He walked slowly to the front door a canvas hold all in one hand and rung the bell. "Hello John," his father Paul opened the door with a big smile on his face a half empty tumbler of whiskey in one hand, "So glad you could make it, the more the merrier as they say," Paul pulled the door wide and beckoned John in. The air conditioning was running and the cool air brought goose bumps out on John's bare arms, "No one else here yet?" John asked looking around, he could see the lounge and the dining room were empty as well as the kitchen, the French doors to the back garden were open wide and even there no one moved. Paul patted John on the back, "Jayne's on the beach at the moment and everyone else is not due till tomorrow now. Some trouble with school or work and Jayne was dealing with it, not my area of expertise." John felt a bit let down he had hoped that both Michelle's Brother and younger sister were going to be there from the get go with their own little families less pressure on the new addition to the family. "So the rest of the afternoon," Paul looked at his watch, "or at least what is left of it is ours to do with as we please." He gave John another beaming smile. "I guess I best get my bag unpacked," John looked around once more locating the stairs. "Too right, just head straight up and turn left and it is the room at the end," Paul gave John a slight nudge in the ribs, the ice in his glass clinking as he did so, "Michelle's old bedroom, I guess it is the newlyweds bedroom now." John smiled and gave what he hoped was not too much of a false laugh. He had been married to Michelle for just over six months, yet Paul for reasons only known to him still insisted on calling them the newlyweds. John grabbed the handle on the small canvas bag and headed up stairs while Paul stumbled, inebriated into the lounge. "Well I'm here," John said dumping the canvas bag onto the double bed his right heel kicking out behind him pushing the door almost shut, "I hope I can keep the lie going for you," he walked the few steps to the outer wall and looked out over the back garden and beyond to the blue of the sea. Michelle sighed down the other end of the phone, "Just make sure you do a better job than you did on me." She had caught him out the moment he had said business meeting, "don't you worry I will still act surprised when I get there on Sunday." If it was not for the tinny quality of the sound and the garbled tannoy announcement in the background it was hard to believe Michelle was thousands of miles away in North Africa. John turned away from the window, "Your dad is already drunk," he pulled the drawer open on a tall chest and looked at an assortment of t-shirts, "and your mom is off at the beach." He closed the draw and opened the next one down. "As long as she doesn't bring back a toy boy everything should be fine," Michelle replied, her voice bouncing along as she walked through the airport. John paused half way through opening the draw, he had met Jayne not long after he had started dating Michelle and was pleased to find quite a striking woman which meant with any luck Michelle would age just as well. "Well lucky guy if she did." John responded. He finished opening the draw on some neatly folded bikinis. Michelle laughed, she had known her mom was attractive as every boyfriend she dated always at some point would comment on it, "I best not come down there and find out your my mom's toy boy." John laughed back, "Guess what I'm holding?" He rested his mobile on his shoulder and pushed his head to one side holding it in place, his hands went into the draw and pulled out a day glow pink bikini top, "A rather fetching bikini top, nice cup size too." "You want a real treat? Try the draw underneath," John put the bikini top back closed the draw and opened the next one. It was a mess of panties and bras, he reached in and pulled out the first thing he could a pair of cotton knickers red with pink hearts. "Find anything you like?" Michelle asked playfully. John nodded, his fingers running over the fabric, he dropped them and picked up a pair of black floral lace panties "Oh yes," John said his voice slightly higher in pitch. His fingers walked across the fabric down into the gusset feeling where his wife would have been pushed tight against it. "Well you just try and control yourself until I get there on Sunday, I love you see you soon." John fumbled with his phone with one hand, the other gripping the panties tightly as if they would fly away the moment they were released. He dropped the phone on the chest of draws and returned to the panties. Michelle had worn the same pair the first night they had slept together, he had not seen them since and guessed she had brought them down here on a trip and left them behind. John's cock stiffened just at the feel of the material and became solid at the memory of that night. The agonising wait as Michelle had lowered them down her pale thighs, past her knees and finally off her feet. His own knee's shook at the excitement of the memory and he found himself unzipping his jeans and releasing his hard cock. John gripped it firmly and started to stroke his other hand holding the panties close to his face, he imagined he could smell her on them, a hint of perfume and a deeper scent one he had breathed in that night when she had willingly opened her legs for his exploring mouth and tongue. The gusset of the panties stretched across his cock head smearing his pre cum, he held the panties taunt across his cock the material covering his length as he worked his cock a little faster the softness of the material adding a different feel to his warm hand. The sound that made him stop was like a camera, only more artificial. John turned his head and instantly regretted not checking the door was closed and locked. Jayne stood in the doorway, black hair tied back in a ponytail, a dark purple swimsuit clung to her ample chest and curvy body a sarong tied to her waist flowed down covering everything from the waist down. She held a Camera phone in one hand and was aiming it directly at John, "And to think I went to the trouble of washing all of them." She glanced at the screen then lowered the camera. John turned to face her, black panties hanging from his still rigid cock. Jayne glanced down and smiled, "Well hello to you too John." John's hands moved quickly in front of his cock and started to pull the panties off as he tried to force his cock back into his jeans at the same time. "Don't stop on my account." John's hands slowed down and he looked up, his cock hurt from the angle it prodded from his jeans, the panties bunched over his cock head, his heart hammered in his chest and John found breathing had become difficult. "I'm so sorry Jayne, I thought I'd closed the door and..." he shook his head not knowing what else to say his mind had gone blank and black flowers had started to bloom in his vision, passing out had become a very viable option. Jayne stepped further into the room, pulling the door shut behind her a small smile on her full lips, "You looked to be enjoying yourself, I would hate to see such an erection go to waste." John's mouth hung open, words were forming but they failed to materialise on his tongue and lips. She held the camera phone open and shook it slightly, "I would hate for Paul to see this picture, to see you masturbating into a pair of my knickers." The room spun, John's ears filled with the sound of rushing blood, "Your knickers?" his voice sounded muffled to his own ears and of a far higher pitch "These are Michelle's." Jayne shrugged her shoulders, her bikini clad breast wiggling slightly as she did so "Paul would hardly be able to tell the difference." Jayne stepped back leaning against the door. She raised one eye brow and said nothing more. John moved one hand down it was shaking so much it looked like a blur. He pulled his almost flaccid cock free of his jeans and took a light grip. He looked up at Jayne, hoping she would cry chicken she simply stared back her smile growing the more he worked his cock. Even with his nerves shot and all his blood in his head his cock still managed to harden, to John's surprise it felt harder and even larger than it had done before. He started a steady stroke, the cool material of the panties working over his rigid shaft creating an arousing tingling sensation wherever the material went. Jayne had become like a statue except for her dark green eyes that flicked from John's face to his cock and back again taking in each facial expression, each flick of his wrist and the glimpse of exposed cock through the panties. John's breath grew quicker as did his hand. His back arching as his hips pushed forward his eyes found Jayne's and held her gaze as his balls spasmed sending his first load into the panties. He worked his cock slower helping each load out until the gusset of the panties hung heavy at the tip of his cock all the while his eyes remained fixed on Jayne's. She gave him a wink and a single nod, down and back up before opening the door and without a word stepped out of the room leaving John standing where he had cum. Friday Evening John paced the small bedroom, he had over the course of three hours gone to call Michelle five times each time he had stopped himself. His mind would flash up the image of Jayne holding the camera phone and his fingers would freeze above the call button. But that was not the only thing his mind kept bringing up, though that was clearly the scariest. John could not help but replay those final few seconds, when he stared into Jayne's eyes as he orgasmed. How she had stared right back at him urging him to cum with just her eyes and how much he had enjoyed cumming for her, but he knew that was wrong, they were Michelle's panties, he had cum thinking of her...hadn't he? "Your dinner is getting cold John." Jayne's voice echoed up the stairs and into the room, she had called him twice already for dinner and he had failed to respond on both occasions. John bit his lip almost drawing blood. He pocketed the phone and opened the bedroom door. He could smell the aroma of spaghetti Bolognese and the sweet scent of Garlic bread. His heart pounded in his chest and his stomach rolled with hunger as well as nerves. He moved on unsteady legs down the hallway, almost fell on his way down the stairs and finally made it into the dining room. A decidedly drunk Paul sat at the dining table a glass of whiskey next to his bowl of spaghetti, Jayne stood next to him, the swimsuit was gone she was now in grey tracksuit bottoms and a plain white t-shirt that was spattered with Bolognese. Jayne ladled Bolognese from a pot on the table onto the mound of spaghetti, she looked up as John entered timidly into the room, "We got fed up of waiting for you," she said with lightness in her voice, "I thought perhaps you had fallen asleep after your drive." John shook his head and stood still with his hands at his sides unsure what to say or do. Jayne motioned with a nod of her head to a space where another bowl of steaming spaghetti sat congealing. John pulled out the chair and sat down, Paul looked at him with watery eyes and gave him a big smile raising his whiskey glass and taking a sip. Jayne picked up the pot and moved round to John, she stood so close to John he found himself leaning slightly. The ladle came up from the pot Bolognese red and molten hot. Jayne leaned forward pouring it over the spaghetti, John felt the weight of one breast against his face, felt the warmth of it through the t-shirt and was sure Jayne was braless beneath. John was given proof once Jayne sat down opposite him. Her nipples pushed freely against the white cotton t-shirt, his fork hovered close to his open mouth as he stared at the swelling points and he felt his cock stir slightly beneath the table. As the meal went on Paul ate less and drank more, his talk had turned to ramblings that both Jayne and John patiently listened to and where possible interjected with their own thoughts that were ignored. John had relaxed more and more as the evening went on, Jayne was acting as if nothing had happened, she barely glanced in his direction and when she spoke to him it had been about the food or her ideas for the surprise party. If only he could stop looking at her breasts the evening would have been normal. Paul's head lolled forward and he begun snoring soon after, Jayne let out a soft sigh of resignation and looked at her husband with pity. John finished off his ice cream and pushed the bowl away rubbing at his full and rather bloated belly. Jayne turned her gaze to him and smiled, "enjoyed that did you?" She asked. John nodded blowing out a deep breath. "Nothing beats momma's home cooking." Jayne said in a poor Italian accent. John laughed, "You can say that again." "Bolognese is so messy though," Jayne said looking down at her t-shirt, she grabbed it either side and pulled it tight against her. "Just look at this t-shirt, I will never get these stains out." John could not see the stains his eyes had fixed on the outline of Jayne's full, heavy breasts that the cotton hugged leaving little to the imagination, her nipples squashed and straining creating little dimples. John swallowed hard his mouth and throat dry all of a sudden, he grabbed his wine glass and drained the last dregs of the red liquid that did little to the desert in his throat. Jayne let go of the t-shirt and it fell away from her frame much to John's relief. He rose from the table, feeling hot, flustered and also a little self-conscious about the erection that was starting to form in his jeans. "I think I will be off to bed now, that journey has really caught up with me." He said, looking anywhere but at Jayne. "Need any company?" She asked looking up at John a lopsided smile on her face and eyes showing the first hints of drunkenness. John's mouth fell open, he felt his cheeks burning and for the second time that day he was at a loss for words, Jayne winked at him, "just kidding stud." She looked over at her snoring husband and sighed, "I guess my battery operated friend will be keeping me company tonight." The sound of the waves came through the bedroom's open window, John lay in the bed eyes closed listening to their soothing tones the breeze chilled his warm skin. His right hand worked at his rigid cock slowly. A slow upward stroke followed by a slower downward stroke that pulled his foreskin back from his pre cum gleaming tip, he had been working his cock slowly for the last hour. His mind flitting onto Michelle for a moment then Jayne would fill his mind, he tried to shake the thoughts but found pleasure in them. He had fantasised about Jayne soon after they had first met, Michelle was out with friends and he had the house to himself, the internet fuelled his dirty thoughts and soon he found himself imagining Jayne in all those filthy poses. He had tried to edge but found it impossible. He had exploded with her name on his lips. Every now and then the urge would come again and John would find himself opening the hidden file on his laptop, images of Jayne and naked shots of older women from the internet opening for his pleasure. Tonight felt different, he was ashamed of getting caught and also a sense of guilt was there. He had no intention of doing anything other than wank and think of Michelle until she turned up on Sunday but even that had turned into a wank thinking of Jayne. Thinking of that mature woman's tits, how the weight and warmth had felt on his cheek and the way they looked across the table. He also found himself imagining what was beneath her tracksuit pants what wonders awaited any man that got that far. He stopped his hand for a moment and opened his eyes he had heard something other than the waves. He waited a little longer then dismissed it but as he closed his eyes the sound came again an unmistakable moan. He had his boxer shorts on and the bedroom door open before he had decided what to do. He stood in the open doorway, the house was dark and still, the odd creak here and there as the house settled. Another moan, louder and longer broke the silence. John moved on tip toes down the corridor, he passed the stairs and round to the other rooms. One door stood ajar the unmistakable flickering orange glow of a candle seeped through the crack. His heart thumped in his chest and loud in his ears and he was certain that the noise was audible to all. He stepped close to the door, his nose inches from the wooden frame. From there he could hear soft gasps and moans and a long monotonous buzzing a small smile crept onto John's face 'I guess she was not kidding.' John thought. He moved a foot forward, feeling the grain of the wooden door on his toe and pushed ever so gently. The door moved an inch silently on its hinges, John leaned forward one eye clearing the door itself. He could see a foot, red nail polish on the toes that curled up and released, curled up and released. The buzzing sound became muffled and a louder moan escaped the room surprising John enough that he took a step back. Hesitantly he moved forward again, letting out a long breath when he realised he had been holding it in. The buzzing was more rhythmic now, he knew what Jayne was doing could imagine what her hand was gripping and where the slick plastic toy was penetrating. His hand found his cock, eager for action and he gripped the shaft and worked it slowly. He dared to lean in further, catching sight of a bare leg the other out of view, clearly spread wide. Nothing had made John loose an erection quicker than the cough from the bottom of the stairs John gave out an unexpected gasp and slapped his hand across his mouth. The buzzing stopped and he heard the springs from the bed shifting as Jayne moved off it. John moved quickly, his ninja like stealth forgotten in blind panic. As he passed the stairs he caught a glimpse of a very wobbly Paul moving slowly up one hand gripping the banister for support then John was past the stairs moving quickly to the welcome sight of his own bedroom door. He jumped in grabbing the door handle and closing it as quickly and as quietly as possible, as the door and frame met he caught the briefest glimpse of a full figure in the opposite bedroom doorway, and then the door clicked shut. End of Part One. Weekend at Mother in Laws Pt. 02 Saturday Morning The banging of car doors stirred John from his sleep, a sleep that had taken an age to come. He had sat on the bed waiting for the door to the room to open. In one instance it was Jayne coming to replace her battery companion with the real thing in another instance it was Paul coming in with a meat cleaver to remove john of his own little companion. He had finally fallen to sleep just as the sun had begun to lighten the horizon. He now lay there half asleep listening to the many voices that were filling the hallway and felt a weight lifting from him, with so many people about he could take his mind off yesterday and concentrate on the party. The kitchen was alive with noise, four children ran in and out of the open French doors while their parents stood drinking large cups of coffee. "Morning sleepy head," Said Holly, Michelle's younger sister and quickly poured him a cup of coffee. Her husband Dave stood chatting to Michelle's brother Owen about football while Owen's wife Petra stared at the children a look of mild worry etched on her features. He greeted each one warmly and managed to stop the children long enough to get an hello or two before they were off again. Paul walked in looking worse for wear a heavy bathrobe tied round his tiny frame, "Rough night dad?" Owen asked. Paul nodded and cracked a smile that seemed to cause him some considerable agony, the joys of a hangover. He grabbed the glass bowl of coffee and poured one with shaky hands. Owen popped his head out of the French doors and called out, "Mom! Dad and John are finally up." Jayne walked in from the garden, face flushed and a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead one child tucked under her arm. This morning she wore a front buttoned blue summer dress that reached her ankles. She lowered the child to the ground who immediately screamed and charged back outside after his siblings. "Well it is about time, we were thinking of calling the mortuary to have you both carted away before you stunk up my house." Her eyes lingered on John for longer than he expected, his heart raced into his throat, he had convinced himself that he had gotten away with last night's visit now he was less certain. Jayne blinked and turned to her husband complaining at him once again about his drinking. John splashed cold water onto his face, when he looked up from the sink he was met with his own pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. The voices of the family downstairs were blissfully muffled in the tiled room and it gave John the chance to gather his thoughts, which really consisted of one, 'I am screwed.' It repeated in his head like a Buddhist mantra over and over. The tap at the door was barely audible, John flushed the toilet and unlocked the door and opened it, "Sorry, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." His false smile dropped from his face the moment he saw Jayne leaning back on the bannister, she stood up and gently pushed him back into the bathroom closing the door behind her with a kick of her foot. Jayne waggled her finger in front of her face, "You have been a naughty boy John." John shook his head slowly and Jayne narrowed her eyes, "How long were you at the door?" She asked. John gave no reply, "What did you see?" Again no reply just another slow shake of his head. From a pocket on the dress Jayne pulled out her mobile phone. "I wonder what Michelle would make of this picture, or how about Holly downstairs," Jayne smiled wickedly, "I am sure we would get an instant reaction from her." "I didn't see anything," John blurted out. "Well, that is to say I saw your foot," Jayne waggled her phone in front of John, the static image of himself almost a blur with the movement. "Honest, that is it nothing else, Paul coughed and I ran." Jayne held the phone still and looked at John for what seemed an age before slowly lowering the phone. "Were you disappointed you did not see more?" She asked, John swallowed hard and nodded his head barley moving it. Jayne reached down and taking the hem of her dress in both hands lifted it up revealing a red pair of knickers, a mound of hair just visible through the floral stitching on the front. "Do you want to see more?" She asked and John nodded. Jayne pulled at the buttons on the dress they gave way from the hem to her waist, leaving her ample top half still covered. She let one side of the dress go while she raised her right leg and rested it on the white porcelain bath tub. Her sneakered foot curled slightly on the tub holding her in place. She ran one hand along her right leg from the knee to her inner thigh then over the front of her knickers. Her hand cupped her sex and she began to push down and rotate on her hand. John stared with incomprehension at what he was seeing. He was excited and terrified all at the same time, it was a sight he had only ever fantasised about late at night but now it was real and he wanted to run and to stay all at the same time. Jayne's breathing became heavier, her eyelids fluttered and she leaned her head back all the while her hand worked away between her legs. She moved her hand letting John see the damp patch that was forming, he reached out with his own trembling hand and she batted it away. "Ah, ah, ah no touching." She said with a smile. Jayne hooked two fingers under the seams of the knickers and pulled them up and over to one side revealing her hairy mound her labia puffy and wet clearly visible with her legs parted. She moved her hand into place, running a finger from her clitoris, between her labia and back up again a shudder travelling over her body and a small gasp escaping her lips. John inched closer catching the scent of Jayne's sex the sound of her hand travelling over her hairy bush in his ears, he had to know what it felt like, what it tasted like and he licked at his dry lips. Jayne was lost in her own world, head flung back and her black hair trailing behind her as one finger disappeared into her. By now Jayne's breathing was a ragged song of gasps and groans, her raised right leg shook uncontrollably her free hand groped at her covered breasts while her other hand, a slick mess of her juices worked mercilessly at her pussy. John's cock begged to be released, begged to feel the tug of Jayne's labia as they helped it glide into her hot centre. Jayne's breathing came quicker, "Fuck!" she exclaimed husky and high pitched, her fingers worked quicker and soon were almost dripping in her juices, "Fuck!" she moaned as her whole body now shook, her hand stopped working her pussy and she ground down on it, her right leg gave way finally on the bath tub and she stood there back arched as her orgasm worked its way through her. "Take off those shorts," Jayne said out of breath, she had pulled her knickers back in place and a dark damp patch was already spreading, her right hand glistened with her juices still. John unbuckled his shorts quickly and dropped them to the ground. "Now take off those boxers," He duly did as he was told pulling them down frantically letting his cock free. It slapped him in the belly and stood rigid for Jayne to see. She stepped forward her right hand reaching out and John held his breath and prayed that when Jayne gripped him with her sticky hand he would not shoot straight away. Instead Jayne's hand dropped away and reached for her knickers. She pulled them down her legs, picked them up and held them out for John to take. John took the knickers, feeling their warmth and the sticky mess they had been soaking up. He held them to his face, closed his eyes and smelt his mothers sex, his cock twitched with anticipation. "Put them on," Jayne said. His eyes flicked open he looked at her questioningly she gave him a wicked smile back, "Put them on," she repeated more firmly. John slipped one foot in then the other and pulled up the red knickers. They were tight round his thighs tighter still around his hard cock. He felt the sticky, juice stained knickers instantly cling to his cock head and shaft and for an instant he thought he really was going to blow. "Be a good boy and leave them on," She lowered her dress smoothing it out across her body. She looked in the mirror tilting her head slightly one way then the other, checking her makeup "maybe you will get a reward in the evening." And with that she turned, unlocked the bathroom door and left John standing there erect and in her stained knickers. Saturday Evening The day had dragged out endlessly for John, he was certain everyone knew what he was wearing. Perhaps it was the look on his face or the way he walked. He kept waiting for someone to approach him and ask "why are you wearing Jayne's knickers?" but the question never came. He tried to keep his thoughts straight but the task was too great, the feeling of the material also was too great. His cock was in agony with the constant erections he was getting. At lunch they sat in a restaurant and chatted away. Jayne talked as if nothing was out of the ordinary as if going out with no knickers on was the norm, John had a feeling that for Jayne perhaps it was, a quick flash to some lucky man here and there perhaps. The thought brought on another erection. Jayne looked at him as if she could sense it, he knew it was stupid but the way she looked at him, there was a trace of a small wicked smile on her lips then she returned to talking with Holly. Once they got back to the beach house John had hoped to find some piece, the chance to get to the bedroom and at least let his cock breathe a little. The family had other ideas, without a word everyone gravitated to the back garden, the French doors were flung open and some bad soft rock came rolling out from the kitchen's portable stereo. Paul had, somehow by magic, already had a tumbler of whiskey and ice in one hand as he took a match to the Barbeque. "Is that wise?" John asked Owen. Owen laughed and patted John on the back, "Probably not, but are you going to tell him?" He shoved an open bottle of beer into John's hand. "If he's there he cannot be somewhere else causing trouble." Jayne came up on the other side of John. Owen wandered off handing out the remaining bottles of beer he had clutched in his hands and under his arms. "Have you been a good boy?" The whisper was soft in his ear, Jayne's head had not moved and her relaxed smile as she watched her husband light the barbeque did not slip. John took a big gulp of ice cold beer, "Yes," he said lowering the bottle, his cheeks began to burn and his heart thudded against his chest. "Good," Jayne said and walked over to her husband to help out. The food was eaten with enthusiasm and by the time the sun had started its descent turning the sky a tinge of gold and orange, everyone was lounging about with bellies full. Jayne ran around like the dutiful mother, she had already gotten the grand children bathed and in bed and was now dealing with her own children. Offering them beer or wine which was accepted without hesitation or more food which was declined, usually with a big sigh. "Right who's up for watching the sun set on the beach?" She sang out dancing around the chairs and sun loungers. Her question was met with groans and drawn out 'No's'. "Well I am not going on my own," She put her hands on her hips looking at them all in turn. "Fine, motherly charm clearly is not going to work so I volunteer John to come with me," this was met with cheers and 'hurrah's' from the rest of the family. "Thanks for taking one for the team John," Owen smiled, his eyes watery with drink, "welcome to the family, we owe you one." As the moved down the sand dune the beach house disappeared behind them, John looked over his shoulder and watched as the top of the house sank beneath the sand, "lovely evening." Jayne said and John nodded. "Warm though," she said reaching up, undoing the first few buttons on her dress. John tried to look ahead but found he was looking down at Jayne's tanned skin and the darker line and swell of her cleavage. He almost yelped out in surprise when Jayne's elbow poked him in the ribs, "caught you looking," she said laughing. Sand dunes now rose on either side of them and an almost buried wooden path was beneath their feet. A bench, weathered, sun bleached and sand blasted sat off to the left, looking anything but sturdy to sit on. Jayne took John by the hand and led him to the bench. "Let me see." She said. John looked around nervous that someone could come walking along, nervous that it could be Paul or even Owen. "Let me see," Jayne said again this time pulling at the clasp on his shorts. John reached up to stop her but the shorts were already sliding down his legs, "Oh," Jayne exclaimed, seeing John still in her knickers, "You have been a good boy." John gasped as Jayne cupped his cock and balls in one hand and gave a gentle squeeze and tug. His cock began to stiffen and Jayne let go looking down and admiring the bulge that stretched at her knickers. "Sit down," The bench groaned under his light frame as he sat down, the smooth wood warm on his skin. Jayne kneeled before John and took the knickers on either side and pulled them down releasing Johns cock. His moan came out louder than he expected as Jayne's hand curled around his sticky shaft. She worked him slowly for a few moments then said, "Would you like me to suck it?" John swallowed hard and nodded, his nerves had been left behind. Jayne smiled up at John, "Tough." She replied and continued to work his cock with her hand. After a few minutes she let go, letting his pre cum tip slap against his belly leaving a smear. Jayne undid a few more buttons on her dress, slipping it from her shoulders so that it bunched round her waist and exposing a red lacy bra beneath. She reached behind unhooking the clasps and the bra fell away from her ample tits. She remained kneeling between John's legs and reached up cupping her heavy tits holding them up for John to see. Her index finger and thumb on both hands reached out and gently squeezed her dark nipples and pulled them. When she let go they stood firm and meaty, dark mountains on tanned flesh. John watched open mouthed as his mother toyed with her large tits, cupping them and playing with her dark nipples her eyes never straying from his. "Would you like me to give you a tit job?" She asked. John nodded hard in response. She moved on her knees closer to him, sitting up straighter she took hold of John's cock in one hand and guided it between her tanned bosom. The heat enveloped his sticky warm shaft as Jayne's tits closed around him. He had never felt anything like it, Michelle was a good size at 34c but these, these were truly something else. He caught a glimpse of his cock head popping free of the heavy mounds before sinking back in, the pre cum tip smearing it's mess over Jayne's flesh. Jayne held her tits together forming a meat sandwich with John's cock as the filling. She worked him quick then slow alternating the speed. John lifted his hips trying to fuck his mothers tits as much as he could, loving the sensation. "I'm cumming," he panted out. Jayne let go of her tits letting them flop free and hanging just above John's cock, she grabbed his cock in one hand and worked it for only a few seconds before the first ribbon of cum erupted free spattering onto her hanging tits and hard nipples. She worked him until his groans diminished and the last of his cum dribbled onto her hand. Jayne sat down next to John, her cum covered tits still exposed. She turned slightly on allowing John full view of them. He reached up with a shaky hand and cupped the left breast feeling its heavy weight and his sticky mess. He ran his hand up spreading his cum across the curved surface and onto the dark nipple. He did the same to her right breast, smearing his cum across the tanned flesh and dark puckered areola and nipple, leaving behind a sticky sheen. Hesitantly he leaned forward mouth hovering over her left nipple, Jayne groaned feeling his warm breath on her nipple followed by a sigh as his mouth closed round it and his tongue flicked across the meaty nub. John could taste his salty mess on the nipple and lapped at it with a carefree abandon, his mouth relinquished the nipple and his tongue ran across the tanned plump tit, tasting his cum and Jayne's sweat on it. One of his hands, dipped beneath her dress, ran along her hot knee, across her thigh and down to her inner thigh her legs already spread and eager. His palm tickled as it ran over her heavy bush and down to her already wet labia. His middle finger slipped between the lips feeling them parting at his touch, trying to suck his finger into her. Jayne rested a hand on John's head holding him by her breasts as his tongue continued to lap up his earlier mess and send sparks of electricity across her body when his tongue or lips made contact with her erect nipples. John worked her quickly, his finger being pulled into the heat and the wetness before coming away and finding her clitoris. Jayne's legs closed round his hand, a mewing noise deep in her throat as her body began to shudder. John's finger disappeared into her meaty pussy, curling up finding her g-spot and prodding it gently as she let loose her orgasm. His hand felt crushed between her legs and his head was pushed firmly onto one breast as Jayne cried out her body spasming as she came hard. Jayne's gripped loosened on his head and hand and he came up taking in gulps of fresh sea air, his cock stood erect ready for action once more. John eagerly slipped from the bench pulling Jayne's legs apart wanting nothing more than to get his cock buried deep in her. Jayne reached out with both hands resting them on his chest and held him at arm's length, "No, no, no. I think that's enough for tonight." John looked at her with surprise his lower jaw hanging limp. She gave him a firm push that unbalanced him and sent him arse first onto the sand. Jayne stood up smoothing her dress and putting her bra back on, John's spittle still drying on her skin. "You've been a good boy, but not that good." Jayne held out a hand and John took it, he got to his feet and felt a little ashamed for trying to fuck his mother, he was a little lost for words all of a sudden. "We should go see that sunset." Was all he was able to come out with. Jayne laughed and gave him a small hug, "My dear, I think that boat has sailed." She motioned with her head to the horizon. The ball of fire had disappeared now only a deep red haze stretched across the horizon. "Perhaps we should head back to the house, don't want people getting worried about us now do we." She held his hand until the roof of the house began to rise above the sand dune, at its peak she hurried ahead of him calling out to Paul. John stayed on the top of the dune for a moment, his mind spinning and his heart still beating hard, had he dreamt the last hour? The taste on his lips was too real to ignore, he had just seen his mother in a different light. A light that he never knew existed but only dreamt of. He wanted her even more now, forget his hidden file on the PC he had gotten a taste of the real woman and wanted more. John was determined by the end of the weekend he would have more of Jayne. End of Part Two...