Mum and I
by April
CHAPTER 1
I'm writing all of this down on my computer and keeping it in a password
protected document while it's still fresh in my mind. I'm 19 as I write this but
the pages I'm taking this from are from my computer diaries which I've kept from
the age of 8. They are more like accounts of the things that happened to me
using understandably rudimentary language but nevertheless it's still there and
all I have to do is translate it into readable accounts and fill any gaps in
with my own memories which are still vivid enough.
My parents divorced when I was 6 and Mum won custody over me. She was
thirty-five then and I can remember her telling me how she'd had enough of men
to last her a life time and that from now on it would just be the two of us. Her
name's Sarah, she's a successful author writing romantic novels under the
pseudonym of Pandora Wilcox. That's meant we've been able to afford a decent
lifestyle living in a small hamlet just out of the city and in an old house
tucked neatly away from the main road.
It was when I was cycling back from the next village after playing football with
my friends that I hit a deep pot hole in the long driveway leading to our house.
It took me unaware as it had only recently caved in caused no doubt by the cold
icy winter that had everyone reaching for their thickest scarves, hats and
coats. I literally went flying right over the handlebars and only had time to
stick my hands out before the hard freezing ground rushed towards me with a
sickening thwack. I cried out like a stuck pig as I lay there tangled up with my
bike nursing a bleeding hand and a cut knee. Mum couldn't help but hear me from
her study and came rushing down the driveway with her long black hair streaming
out behind her.
"Luke, Luke! Are you alright? Ye Gods look at you." She cried.
She pulled the metal frame off my small injured body and took in the sight of
blood seeping around the edges of my ripped jeans. Mum, who was never one to
hang about, scooped me up in a warm embrace before setting off back to the house
at a brisk trot. She calmed and soothed me in the bathroom as she swabbed away
the blood and applied the plasters before gently tweaking my nose.
"There you are my hero; I don't think you'll die despite all the noise you've
been making."
I managed a weak smile and stopped my blubbering. She smiled back gently but I
still caught a look of concern on her face as she took me in her arms. Suddenly
I was as tall as she was as she hoisted me up and carried me to the living room
sofa in front of the warm fire and sat me in her lap. To say that I adored her
was putting it mildly. I simply worshiped my mother in every way there was, and
I know now she felt exactly the same way about me but with an added element
which I never understood right then.
This would change very shortly at her instigation but even now she won't admit
it. She says it just happened naturally and she made the decision to seize the
opportunity and run with it. She held me in her arms for sometime while the fire
crackled gently in the grate as the flames licked round the logs. After a while
she sighed and started planting soft touches of her lips to my forehead while
running her hands through my hair and massaging my scalp with her long delicate
fingers.
Her words sounded like soft moans of love as she told me of her need for her
'special boy'. Softly spoken whispers of tender affection were lovingly breathed
into my face, ear, and lips suddenly making the whole thing unreal. Maybe that's
why I felt no apprehension as I turned my head and pressed my lips to hers. I
couldn't say how long I'd wanted to do that but I knew with certainty that I
couldn't have stopped myself doing such an adult thing if I'd tried.
To my delight she didn't rebuff me, she told me later how she'd wanted to find a
way of taking things further between us but had never tried for fear of
alienating me if it all went wrong. My accident on the bike had provided the
opportunity for her to show me just how she felt about me and the fact that I
had made the first move by kissing her had amazed and delighted her.
Her lips yielded to me as she closed her eyes and opened them over mine while
gently pushing her tongue between them. It happened very quickly, there was no
hesitation on her part once I'd made that fateful move, it was a moment of
acceptance for her; an end of her need to weigh up the pros and cons as she
tried to come to a decision about us. Her tongue roamed around my mouth
flickering and caressing mine and it didn't take long for me to copy her and
send mine between her lips.
Fractions of a second later she began to suckle my tongue as I might have her
breast as a baby. I knew this was called 'snogging' because I'd seen it on the
telly so many times; we were even exchanging saliva as we frenched each other.
Minutes must have gone by before we parted gently and she ran her tongue over my
lips for a moment before finally pulling back with a tender smile. Good Lord how
I loved her!
My mum's a beautiful woman standing at 5' 8" with a slim willowy figure and long
black hair splashing down past her shoulders. Her face is oval and perfection
itself with sparkling green eyes and that lovely upturned nose of hers. There's
no wonder she draws men's eyes where ever she went and now she'd just kissed me
like she was my girlfriend; I couldn't believe it had happened. She gave me that
secret little smile of hers and her eyes lit up devouring mine.
"Did you like that Baby?"
"Oh Mum, yes." I breathed. "Can we do it again?"
She nodded. "Yes baby whenever we like as long as we're alone. But we have to
keep it a secret okay?"
Now I understand what she meant but it was hard for a six year old boy to
understand why kissing your Mother had to be kept a secret. The question that
followed was more to do with me asking for an explanation.
"Other people wouldn't like it?"
"That's right! They wouldn't understand so let's be careful." Her expression was
serious as she waited for my acknowledgement.
I nodded my understanding and saw her relief as I told her I wouldn't say a word
to anyone.
She held my eyes in silence for a moment longer before suddenly breaking the
spell. "Right" she said slapping her knee and changing the subject. "Let's have
you off upstairs young man, its bedtime and you need a sound sleep after all you
have been through on that hard ice."
I watched her hips sway beneath her jeans as she led the way upstairs, my eyes
feasting on the vision of her long shapely legs in a way that was new to me.
"Nightie night" she said as we reached my bedroom. "Sleep tight."
"Night Mum." I responded as usual while opening my door. I gasped as I felt her
hand cheekily cup one of my buttocks and give it a quick squeeze. I quickly
turned round but she was already halfway down the corridor on the way to her own
bedroom.
"Not tonight Luke. I want to spend time making myself special for you. I want us
to have a little talk before anything else happens. Just wait until tomorrow."
Then she vanished behind the white paneled door.
I hardly slept that night and was bitterly disappointed that she'd left me to
sleep alone but I needn't have fretted, I didn't have long to wait for the final
act. I'd harldy seen mum through the day as I'd spent most of it at my friends
house. It was later during the evening when I was watching TV in my bedroom that
I heard her call my name from the living room.
"Luke will you come down here and sit next to mummy please?" I switched off the
remote and hurried down the stairs. She smiled and patted the cushion next to
her. "I'd like to talk to you about something." That sounded ominous, it was the
kind of thing she said whenever I was about to cop it for something but the
smile changed my mind.
She was wearing that perfume again, the one I love so much I almost swoon
whenever I catch its scent. She always looked amazing, even when she was
lounging around the house in old clothes she managed to look fashionably chic so
you can imagine how tempting she looked in a shapely little top and a mid thigh
split skirt. I sat next to her; she took my hand in hers and looked deeply into
my eyes before saying. "I love you Luke," to which I gulped and told her I loved
her too.
"I know you do darling, we're both very happy together and nothing's ever going
to change that. I'd like to talk to you about our love and where it could go if
we both decide that's what we want. You're still a little boy whereas I'm a
grown woman in my mid thirties and yet I'm going to explain something very adult
to you and hope you understand, if you don't then it's my fault not yours."
She placed a hand just above my knee and began to caress my leg as she
continued.
"I would like us to become lovers Luke. I need you to take care of my needs in
the bedroom... Our bedroom. I want you to share my bed every night and be my
husband behind the privacy of these walls". She gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
"Let me explain what that means"
I hesitated as I tried to envisage what all of this meant; all of this was new
to me, she sensed I wanted to please her but didn't fully understand what that
would entail. She saw my hesitation and continued.
"If at anytime you don't like the things we're doing just tell me and we'll stop
straight away and never do them again. I'm just asking you to give it a try and
see how you feel once things get going, don't worry I'll be guiding and showing
you what to do right from the start. Will you trust me Luke? If it doesn't work
out I'll love you just as much as I do now but not in the new way I'm talking
about."
How couldn't I trust me beautiful mother, I'd have jumped through fire for her,
she only had to ask, and here she was giving me the chance to do special things
with her even if I didn't know exactly what that meant although I guessed we'd
be naked in her bed...seeing her without any clothes ....
"Yes Mum", then I had a thought. "So that means we'll be like you and Dad were?"
She grimaced slightly at that and reminded me of how my father had left us for
another woman and she hoped things would be a lot better between us than they
were between her and dad.
"Your father was very selfish in many ways, both in and out of the bedroom in a
way that you could never be. I know I would rather go to bed and make love with
you any day; I want to be with you that way more than anything."
To emphasize what she meant Mum leaned forward and opened her mouth over mine
and slowly raped my mouth with her tongue in a way so overtly lewd and sexual
that there could be no doubt what she meant. She drew her lips off mine with a
quiet plop, I tasted her saliva as she stood up and pulled me off the sofa
"I think it's time for me to show you what I mean." She said quietly before
leading me towards the stairs. When we were half way up she took my hand and
placed it over her bottom as though she was my girlfriend and slowly rubbed it
up and down over the material of her skirt. Tentatively at first but then with
growing confidence I took control of my own movements and began pressing my palm
firmly into the soft hills in a way that would have been unthinkable before
tonight. By the time she closed the bedroom door behind us I was feeling her up
like a real lover.
The room was lit with candles and soft peach coloured light coming from the
lamps either side of the double bed with had its sheets pulled back invitingly.
She wasted no time but knelt down to begin undressing me. First to come off was
my sweat shirt which she pulled off in one quick movement. I giggled as she left
a trail of warm saliva on my chest from the licks and kisses she showered over
my exposed flesh.
"Mmm... taste nice." She sighed. "I'll have to see what the rest of you tastes
like."
With that she unzipped my pants and tugged them down my legs, followed by my
underpants and socks. Her eyes were playful as she bent down and kissed her way
down my belly, slower this time and stopping to run her tongue in and around my
wrinkled belly button before heading south and stopping at my crotch. She lifted
me up as though I weighed no more than a feather and plonked me down so I was
sitting on the edge of the bed with my willy standing up like a little toy
soldier.
She took me between her thumb and forefinger and with a slow caress she drew my
foreskin up and down over the pink head. I closed my eyes and shuddered in
ecstasy at the wonderful sensations running through my groin to my toes. She
moved up and my eyes fluttered open as I felt her breath against my face. Her
eyes were huge as she watched my reaction to what she was doing dissecting every
move I made until her lids slid down a cobra's and she pushed me back on the bed
and climbed on top of me.
Mum was blazing with lust as she began moaning down my throat and wanking me
faster. I guess her frustration must have built up over time and now that it was
actually happening she was going for it like a dam had burst. I ran my hands
through her hair and down over the back of her neck to fondle the soft flesh on
her arms and shoulders. I'd just about built up enough courage to squeeze her
breasts when she pulled her lips away from mine and kissed her way down to my
stomach again.
This time she lifted my penis and planted a kiss on the head and then a series
of butterfly flutters of her tongue down to the base before heading back up and
taking all of me into her. Her breath felt hot against my sensitive glands as
she bobbed her head up and down onto me. It was the first time I'd heard the
squelching sound saliva makes in a woman's mouth when she gives head, that
feeling coupled with the sensation of it running down my length and onto my
balls, it never fails to bring my own juices up to the surface. But of course I
didn't have any juices at that tender age even though it felt fantastic.
It didn't take me long to do what comes naturally for a man and as I reached out
with my hands to tousle her flowing hair and shove her head down. She moaned
deeply within her throat at the force of my need and drove her head down faster
and harder, at the same time shoving a hand between her legs to flick at her
clit. At some point this seemingly never ending ride of ecstasy came to an
abrupt end in the form of a nuclear explosion that sent my toes shooting out of
my feet and my mouth wide open in a silent scream.
I felt myself sliding under the waves as mum moved up my body then kissed me
gently on the lips before fixing me with her wide smiling eyes. I sighed with
pleasure and gave a deep yawn as I snuggled up to her on the bed and luxuriated
in the afterglow of my first blowjob albeit a dry one.
"Was that nice?" She murmured.
"Oh mum it was lovely, thank you."
"Good, it was beautiful for me too but I hope you're not going to fall asleep
and leave me high and dry now that I've made you feel good.... Its my turn now!"
= = = = =
Chapter 2
"Oh...oh sorry mum, I was just feeling..."
From the look of amusement on her face I suddenly realized she was teasing me
and my guilty ramblings abruptly ceased. I lurched for a pillow and tried a
swipe at her but she dived out of the way with a squeal of mirth. I sprang on
top of her but she pushed my face down into the bouncing pale slopes of her
breasts and trapped me in her cleavage until I wrestled myself free and we
rolled about on the bed amidst peels of laughter and bouncing bedsprings.
We carried on until we were both gasping and our hysterics had turned to sobs.
Mum decided to bring an end to the game by crouching on top of me and
effortlessly pinning my arms to the mattress. Her long black hair fell down over
my cheeks as I looked into her eyes waiting to see what would happen next. There
was a far away look in her eyes and a secret smile playing on her lips before
she looked down at me, let go of my arms and undid the buttons of her top.
"You know, this is so right baby." She smiled as she threw the garment onto the
floor. I watched transfixed as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp
on her black lacy bra, my eyes like saucers as she pulled a strap away from the
softness of her shoulder, and then the next before she let it slip away from
her. Her breasts tumbled free in the way a woman's breasts will when released
from such firm confinement, bouncing, flouncing and pale, with a swollen pink
nipple atop each cone.
It was as though my eyes had been opened for the first time, like a blind person
newly cured. 'I can see! I can see'... Oh what beautiful things these were to
me... there they were... plain as day and not more than a foot away from my
burning face. My gaze roved over the alabaster flesh or her orbs. They were a
nice size, not big and clumsy instead they were cone shaped and perky; they
could almost have done to be bigger to house her large aureoles and nipples
which thrust out like pink pointy fingers.
She took my hands and placed them firmly against them and then pressed them in
to the giving flesh. She took her hands away and told me to carry on feeling her
up. I felt great the way her swaying curves squished around in my hands as I
closed my palm around them and gently squeezed.
"Do you like what is happening Luke?" I gave a firm nod and tried to say I did
but all that came our was a strangled gasp.
Her laugh came and went like the tinkle of fine china. "That's good Luke because
I'd like you to kiss them now."
She rested on her elbows to let her breasts rock against my face to the point
where her nipples brushed against my lips until I captured one and sucked it
into my mouth. It felt weird to feel her nipple quickly moving and swelling
against my tongue as though it had a life of it's own; it must have been a shock
because I raised my eyes to hers in a question.
"You're doing fine, it's getting bigger because you're making it feel excited in
your mouth....Here do the other one."
She let it pop out and replaced it with her other breast. To see them both bared
and up close was sheer magic, they looked like bottles of milk topped with
cherry colored caps. I squeezed it in my hands as I nursed and sucked on its tip
and she sighed and lifted my head off the pillow while pushing down to full my
mouth. She moaned and took my hand to draw it between her thighs to press my
fingers into the hotness of her cunt.
Her pubes prickled the softness of my wrists as she set up a rhythm pulling it
in and out. I finger fucked her for another three minutes and I think she was
almost cumming judging by the panting coming from her but she pulled back and
took my fingers out of her cunt and put them into my mouth.
"Taste me" she said pushing them in and out of my lips. "What do you think? Do
you like the taste of mummy?"
It tasted kind of sweet and tangy at the same time, the thought that it came
from my mother made it taste even better and I nodded my head.
"Oh that's good to hear darling because right now I'd like you to return the
favour and go down on me."
She reached down and parted her plump thighs revealing her full bush or hair and
large wrinkly labia between.
"I want your mouth down there now Luke. I want you to suck my cunt. I'll show
you what to do so don't worry I'll be with you every step of the way."
My eyes took in all the glorious details of her full womanly body as I scooted
down the bed. Her awesome breasts begged for another kiss but the pressure of
mums hand on the top of my head told me there was somewhere else she would
rather have my lips. I could hardly believe any of this was happening, my own
mother, the woman who had cared for and nurtured me from a baby wanted me for
her lover; she wanted to have sex with me and although I hardly knew what sex
was I yearned to be so close to my mother as to be almost part of her and this
was a wonderful way to do it.
I planted a couple of small kisses on the rise of her belly where I had once
lived and breathed in the scent of delicately scented bath oils combined with
the musk of her weeping sex. I traveled a little further down until I reached
the sprouting thick forest of dark hairs with her glistening labia coated with
her juices which I put my tongue to and licked. Her hips lurched beneath me as
she gave a start at the feel of my mouth on her cunt and I heard her moan out my
name.
"Yes Luke. Yes my darling take the lips into your mouth and suck on them a
little, I want to feel your mouth there for me."
After some minutes of licking and sucking the rubbery flanges she guided me to
her clit and told me to suck and lick on it.
"Oh yes keep going honey that's sooo nice." She gasped. Her voice had a pleading
edge as she urged me on, begging almost as she asked me to keep going and please
don't stop. At the same time I felt her the soft flesh of her thighs hugging my
cheeks as she threw her legs over my shoulders and crossed them behind my back.
Her hands were gripping the back of my head as she guided me back and forth to
the right spot while churning her pelvis up off the bed to squish her cunt into
my mouth.
This soon became more frantic as her squishing movements became thrusts and she
tightened her grip on me with her thighs and hands and began to fuck herself
into my mouth. I lost all control of what I was doing with my lips and tongue as
she took charge of the action and humped herself against me giving voice to her
feeling in a way I could never have imagined before.
"Oh that's it, that's it Ohhhhhhhh... Ooooooh I'm going to give your mouth a
work out honey. Keep going, keep on going and don't you dare to stop working on
me, I'm going to cream off right in your fucking mouth. Stay with me and take it
all down."
The bed head lurched backwards to collide with the wall and have a fight with
the plaster at it clattered away in time to her thrusts as she reached her
climax. Her pelvis suddenly shot up like a bow string as she grasped my hair and
pulled my mouth even tighter against her sex. She let out a loud wail and then
the dam burst as her orgasm spilled into my mouth.
I had to drink or choke and I chose the former, gulping as fast as a six year
old boy can, I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of hot jizz as it sprayed
against my tonsils. It was my first experience of coping with the physical
affects of a woman's climax. I kept up with her as fast as I could yet even so
there were milky rivulets seeping from the corners of my mouth and running down
my chin to form a creamy pool on the sheet.
She pulled me up to her and fastened her mouth to mine in an open mouthed kiss
as she moaned into my mouth, feverishly telling me how she loved me. As if I
couldn't get enough of my new toy I broke free of her mouth and kissed my way
back down her body planting kisses on her breasts and tummy as I traveled down
to where my face had been moments earlier. She gave an exclamation of surprise
but quickly recovered as she realized she was in for a double treat.
"Yes." She hissed as her thighs parted to usher me back in. "Oh yes Luke.... Yes
please."
This time it lasted longer as I kissed and sucked her to orgasm. As soon as she
climaxed I began yet again with my seemingly tireless tongue provoking sounds
and noises I never dreamt my mother could make.
At one point during the night she lay me on my back to climb up and sit on my
face. It was dawn by then because I remember chinks of light falling onto her
shoulders and open mouthed face. I'm disappointed that I can't remember more of
my first face ride than the sound of the mattress springs creaking along with my
mothers moans. I must have drifted off in my exhausted state because I dreamt I
was on a small yacht in the middle of the ocean as a huge storm crashed above
me. Angry waves tossed me this way and that as the wind cried in the sails like
a goddess in her anguish....and then nothing until I awoke with the smell of
fresh coffee and cooked bacon.
I sat up and looked up at Mum who was wearing a silky black baby doll. She
smiled and fluffed up my pillow to rest it on the headboard for me to sit up and
eat my breakfast. After I'd rubbed my eyes she placed a tray of bacon, eggs and
steaming coffee on my lap. I grimaced because my tongue felt sore and stiff from
the activates of the night and I told her so. She replied that she wasn't
surprised and that no one else had ever come near to being as good at taking
care of her. I remember how she sat on top of the covers and chuckled.
"You'll have to keep your strength up from now!" Then after a pause. "Would you
like to lick me again?" She shed her nightie without waiting for an answer and
climbed onto the bed to straddle my face again.
"I like being licked from underneath I have very strong orgasms that way."
I began to lick her clit but she stopped me. "Try a little lower darling I don't
want to climax too quickly and licking my clit gets me there too fast."
I too her advice and pressed my tongue a little lower as she pressed her hairy
mound into my mouth.
"Oh yes that's it Luke. Just there...keep sucking that spot and I'll tell you
when you can get my clit to make me cum in your mouth. You like that don't
you... You like it when I flood your mouth...Uh huh, uh huh.... Yeeeeah that's
it lover keep on doing me and I'll give you something to drink."
Mum was true to her word and very soon the sound of my gulps and her heated
cries were filling the bedroom, it continued like that for most of the morning,
I forgot my aching tongue and managed to pleasure her almost non stop until we
fell asleep again.
Our day to day life continued as normal. I went to school each day and played
football with my friends and mum continued her work as an author, there was only
one difference; we has a sex life. Mum would come down from her study when I cam
home from school and ask how my day had been. Then she's tell me to help myself
from the fridge if I wanted a coke or something to eat.....and then apparently
as an afterthought.
"Or maybe a little sex. ?" I would nod my head vigorously as my hard on pushed
up inside my pants and she would either take me by the hand to the bedroom and I
would lay back on the bed while she unzipped her skirt and slid her knickers
down. "I've been thinking all day about you going down on me." She would say
huskily. "I've hardly been able to concentrate on anything else except how nice
it would be to sit on your face when you got back home." The bed creaked as she
knee walked up to my head and looked down at me. "I love doing this with you
Luke." Then a forest of hair and soaking cunt descended on me and I began doing
what I loved best in all the world; sucking Mum.
Winter eventually came to an end and as the snow melted Spring came along. We
took advantage of the warmer weather and went for walks in the country. We would
walk hand in hand until we found a secluded spot where no one could see us and
then smiling into each others eyes, we would kiss and caress until mum took off
her panties and I lay down on my back so she could straddle me. She didn't
always wear stockings but I remember saying how much I loved the feel of them
rubbing against my cheeks.
"Oh..." She said surprised slightly. "Does that make you feel randy?"
"Yes mum. It makes me want to put my mouth between your legs whenever I see you
wearing them." I replied.
"That's interesting" She gave a light laugh and tossed back her hair and from
that day on she always wore stockings.
"Oh God Luke. Yes! Yes! Don't stop darling! Don't stop!"
So went the cries of my mother as she sat on the edge of the bed with her thighs
squeezing my face and her legs wrapped around my back. My knees were supported
by a thick feather filled cushion which she had bought specially for the
purpose. It was a position we practiced often and my mother wanted me to be as
comfortable as possible while I tended to her needs in case any discomfort such
as aching knee caps detracted me from my task in hand.
During those early weeks of our relationship it soon became clear that I loved
giving her pleasure much more than when she scooted down to take me into her
mouth. I thrived on the long drawn out moans and desperate demands I could coax
from her as my lips and tongue learnt their technique. I was mummy's mouth boy
in the bedroom (her term not mine) and it soon became clear by tacit agreement
that her pleasure was to be paramount. She came nicely into my mouth as I,
counting myself something of an expert by now, kept my lips sealed to her cunt
in a way that would have made a limpet look weak.
We lay back on the bed for sometime afterwards in the now quiet room except for
an occasional sigh of post sex contentment escaping her lips with the late
afternoon sun seeped through the wooden slats of the blinds to stripe our naked
bodies. It wasn't unusual for us to be making love at this time of day and it
certainly didn't mean our nightly sessions were ever less energetic or curtailed
in any way because of it, these bouts of impromptu sex were on top of what we
did through the night.
Impromptu is the correct word, as their was never any planning involved, it only
took the slightest touch or caress of a hand on my mother's body, a soft stroke
or her butt as she stood preparing dinner was enough to have dinner postponed
for several hours or abandoned altogether in place of a takeaway depending on
the length of time it took to satisfy her demands once she had led me to the
bedroom. My mother was on a short fuse; it only it took the slightest nudge for
her to whisk me off to bed and make use of my tongue for the next two hours or
so.
On this particular occasion she had retired to her study after lunch to finish
typing a chapter of the book she was working on. I was bored and at a loss of
things to do during that day of the summer holidays. My friend was away on
vacation so I couldn't call around at his place and go for a game of football
and so I did what I usually did on occasions like this; I went and enticed mum
into sex to pass away the time but also because I couldn't get enough of her
sweet pussy.
This time however she had left strict instructions that I wasn't to disturb her
until she had finished as it was the final chapter of her new book that was due
at her publishers the next day. I heard her fingers dancing across the keyboard
before I opened her study door. Her hands stopped in mid stroke for a moment as
she shot me a brief warning look before they set off once more in a flurry of
activity.
Her beautiful face was a mask of concentration, I noted the furrowed brows and
tongue tip peeking out of her lips which were always a tell tale sigh. I walked
over to her desk and moved behind her as my gaze took in her slender back with
her hair swept back and falling down to the small of it. It was a mixture of
both mischief and excitement that made me start stroking the back of her neck,
caressing the soft nape until there was a definite slowing down of her typing.
I heard an involuntary sigh as I moved down to her front and slid my hand across
and down to her bulging cleavage. She was wearing a buttoned blouse which I
carefully unbuttoned to reveal her bra and the tops of her breasts. I managed to
bend over and run my tongue against the slope of one as without a word she
miraculously carried on typing. I slid my tongue inside the lacy material until
it was in the cup and lapped the flat if it against her nipple until I felt it
stiffen and poke up.
That was usually enough to set her off but this time she carried on determinedly
with only a quick glance at me from the corner of her eye. Undeterred I decided
to take things further as I knelt down and crawled beneath the desk on hands and
knees until I was looking at her legs. I looked up and ran my hands up from the
calves and after a few strokes I noticed her legs were open slightly. I tried to
part them wider but she tried to close them at the first feel of my hands doing
so. She was too late as I managed to duck my head forward in time to feel her
thighs clutch the sides of my face.
With my hands keeping her spread I moved upwards until I was able to kiss the
soft flesh of her inner thighs above the band of elastic until moving up further
I found my desired target. I began an oral caress of her crotch through her
panties sucking at the contours of her labia until her typing faltered and then
stopped completely.
My lapping took affect, it wasn't long before her legs opened further and she
began churning her hips and pushing her knickered cunt against my lips. I knew I
was having the desired effect by the wetness of her knickers and the pungent
aroma of her cunt so it came as a surprise when she gently pushed me away and
clamped her legs closed. I was about to start complaining when she reached down
and hauled me up from under the table and brought my face up to hers.
"I asked you not to disturb me this afternoon didn't I Luke." She didn't wait
for an answer, she just held my eyes for a moment before resuming. "But it's
very nice anyway, it would be nicer still if we went upstairs and carried on in
the comfort of the bedroom." Then the sound of her tinkling laughter as she
carried me up the stairs into our bedroom and sat me down on the bed next to
her.
She lifted her top off and tossed it onto the floor and then turned her back to
me so I could unclip the straps to her bra. I had to mentally pinch myself as I
reached forward to unhook the eye on the band of lacey material ... even though
we were having se every day I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to be doing
this to my beautiful mother. I watched her breasts tumbled forward as I released
the catch and swung turned around to take me into her arms and cover my mouth
with hers in a hot open mouthed kiss.
I made love to my mothers hot pussy all through the afternoon with my mothers
eagerness beating that of a young bride until she was finally sated and we both
lay back on the bed resting. It was then that she propped herself up on her
elbow and looked down at me with a lazy smile.
"I know you're getting sick of me telling you but I'm going to say it again
anyway. You're the best sex I ever had."
"Better than anyone else in the world?" I giggled back
"In the universe!" She giggled back tweaking my nose for good measure.
"I love it with you mum, all the things we do, I never want to stop."
"We'll never stop I can promise you that "
With that she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth with her hair falling down
over my chest as she did. I reached up and ran my hand over her silky back,
caressing her shoulder blades and slim waist as she let her tongue roam within
my mouth. We just stayed like that kissing like lovers do until she sat up again
and gazed down on me.
"Luke" She whispered.
"Yes mum."
She bit her lip.
"What mum?" I asked.
"I'd like to ask you something." Her face became serious as she worked out what
to say. "You see I have a friend, a very good friend, she's bit older than me
but very nice. I've know her for a long time and we share all our secrets....and
I wondered....well we both wondered...We got in touch through a chat room on the
internet for women who like little boys and girls and have become close over the
last few years and trust each other completely. We have the same tastes exactly,
I've told her about us and the things we do, and, well she's been wanting me to
ask you for some time." She sighed and reached forward to touch her lips to mine
before continuing. "She's called Rachel and she wondered if she could see you.
If you say yes nothing will change between us and the way you and I love each
other, we have something very special going here and nothing will alter that
Luke"
My mouth was gaping by then and my eyes full of questions as she reached over
and took a photo from the bedside drawer and gave it to me. An imposing looking
woman with blonde permed haired who looked to be in her late forties was posing
in a skimpy black basque and looking out of the photo with a saucy grin. She had
a full figure with burgeoning breasts bursting out of the top of the basque
while her hips and thighs might have been slightly over generous if not for her
long shapely legs that made her about mum's height. The term 'man eater' springs
to mind as I describe her now and right then I was both excited and nervous and
couldn't help but show it.
"She had that photo taken specially for you yesterday, she wanted to look sexy
for you. Do you like her darling?"
Her gamble had worked if the state of my rising soldier was anything to go by.
Besides I trusted mum with my life and knew she would never do anything that
would hurt me in anyway, if she said it was alright then it must be. She smiled
at my stiffy for a moment before looking back at me with a raised eyebrow, her
head tilted to one side and giving me one of those sexy looks.
"Yes Luke you'd love it wouldn't you, I can see that you little imp. Would you
go with her?" Her finger traced the contours of my lips before fucking in
between them suggestively. "Would you let her use your mouth just like I do?....
"Mmm."
"What's that?" She said removing her finger from my mouth.
"Yes mum." I grinned back cheekily before exclaiming loudly. "God!!"
Mum threw back her head to send her hair flowing down her back and gave a deep
earthy chuckle.
"Oh Luke I'm so happy. Rachel will adore you."
= = = = =
Chapter 3
Two days later I was standing before Mum freshly showered and wearing a red new
t shirt with a pair of tight hipsters. My hair was fairly long because mum liked
it that way; all she ever did was trim in now and again which she did that day.
When she was satisfied with her titivating she bent down, murmured how gorgeous
I was and gave me a wet open mouthed kiss which prompted me to grab a handful of
her breasts.
She stood up with a girlish giggle and playfully pushed her crotch into my face
a couple of times while she held onto my head. Mum was like that all the time
now, like a bride on her honeymoon, she couldn't get enough of kissing,
caressing and rubbing her body against me since we'd become lovers these last
few weeks.
Not that I was complaining as I looked up at the pretty face of my mother with
her gorgeous figure and long black hair. I loved every inch of her, the feel,
smell and taste of her captivated me completely. I wondered how another woman
would compare with her. This Rachel looked interesting and exciting while the
worldly expression on her face hinted at hidden depths. I didn't have long to
wait to find out.
Rachel lived laughably close, so much so we walked there rather than use the
car. She had a large apartment in the centre of town in a secure complex which
we entered through a marble foyer with brightly coloured water cascading from a
fountain in the centre of the floor. Mum must have sensed how nervous I felt
because she held my hand as we went up in the lift. My forehead felt clammy and
prickly as she reached out and pressed the buzzer on Rachel's door, but she bent
down and gave me a quick hug telling me everything was going to be fine. It was
quickly opened by a sexy blonde haired lady wearing a classy off the shoulder
dress that came down to her mid thighs.
"Hi come on in dears." She beamed all wide eyed at me.
I was immediately impressed when I noticed a pair of sexy dark stockings and
heels adorning her shapely legs, it was as though she knew exactly what I liked,
either that or else someone had told her. I'm sure she noticed my stare because
I saw her giving mum a conspiratorial wink as she closed the door behind us. She
led us into her living room where with a smile she pointed to the sofa.
"Sit here Luke; you'll be nice and comfortable."
Mum sat on the chair opposite and nodded for me to sit down which I did followed
by Raphael who sat next to me with her breasts trembling in their tight low cut
top. Her eyes gave me a knowing look; she knew exactly where I'd been looking.
"He comes already seduced and ready for action." laughed mum noticing her
interplay.
"You've done the hard work for me." She smiled quietly. "He's beautiful Rachel,
thank you."
"It's my pleasure darling." Then grinning at me. "I noticed you were looking in
all the right places when Rachel sat down." She said referring to the way I was
ogling her breasts.
I blushed at that which I think Rachel liked because she placed a hand on my
knee and smiles ever so gently at me.
"Oh I don't mind that Luke. I quite like being looked at, especially by you."
I managed a weak grin at that, her eyes melted into mine mesmerising me with
promise and meaning.
"There's so many ways I want you to see me."
My cock gave a twitch and made a small tent in my pants which she immediacy
cupped giving it a gentle squeeze while running her tongue over her lips
suggestively. I was so randy I couldn't speak, it was then that mum stood up.
"I'm going to go now and leave you two together." She said.
"Thank you honey," replied Rachel with a laugh. "Sorry but he's making me so
horny."
Mum gave a chuckle. "I know the feeling. I'll come and pick Luke up this
evening."
Rachel looked away for a second and then shrugged her shoulders. "Um okay."
There was a hint of regret in her voice which mum picked up on causing her to
smile at her friend.
"Of course I could come the next day and let you spend the night together. It
would give you the chance to get to know each other even better." She laughed.
"Oh could you dear?" She exclaimed excitedly. "Of course only if Luke would like
to as well." She added hurriedly.
Would I ever I thought. I knew we'd be doing everything together and I couldn't
keep the enthusiasm out of my voice.
"Yes please Rachel... If... If I can mum?"
She bent down and gave me kiss on the lips letting her tongue roam over them for
a moment before turning around and heading for the door. She turned her head
around to look back over her shoulders.
"As long as you're still able to make mummy happy tomorrow night."
Then she was gone leaving me and Rachel alone.
Rachel brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her eyes and gave me a
smile looked into my eyes for a moment.
"I have a proposition for you Luke." She said sitting up and looking at me with
a serious expression. "I think you're really something, a knock-out of a boy and
just the thing I've needed all these years. I like little boys and girls of all
ages up until the age of eight or so. I'm just like your mother, sexually
attracted to young children and have been ever since I can remember."
She took my hand in hers and gripped it so hard that for a moment it began to
hurt. "Sorry" she began with a guilty laugh after releasing me. I guess I'm even
more nervous than I thought. I haven't made a speech like this before and I'm
feeling my way through saying the right words without making a fool of myself."
I was young but sensible enough to realize she was looking for a sign of
understanding from me, enough to show her I appreciated her efforts of trying to
explain something so difficult. I gave what I thought was a sympathetic smile
and used my recently squeezed hand to caress her legs through her nylons. It was
sufficient to earn me a smile and her hand on my arm to guide me a little higher
up her thigh.
"You're a six year old boy but I know you and your mummy have been making love
for a few months now and I think that's utterly beautiful. She tells me how much
you enjoy giving her pleasure in the bedroom - you and your mum's bedroom now �
and how amazing you are every night. She told me you liked my photograph when
she showed it to you a few days ago and how you wanted to come here and share my
bed so you could do the same things to me that you do with her. I can't tell you
how excited that made me feel to hear you'd actually said that Luke and that you
wanted me that way. I need to hear you say it yourself before I can really
believe you're not just agreeing to all of this just to please your mother."
Her eyes scrutinized me like a doctor looking into the eyes of a patient to
check his face for signs and I knew whatever I said next was crucial to whatever
relationship I was going to have with her. I worshipped women and sex and this
one had me thinking about her almost non-stop ever since I'd seen her photo. I
felt guilty as I brought my mother to orgasm the night before and imagined how
it would be when I was doing the same to Rachel. Here was my chance to find out.
I knew enough of how to keep on the right side of a woman by then and I wasn't
about to blow it.
The first thing I did was to move a bit closer to her on the sofa so we fitted
snugly together and her thigh felt warm against me. I moved my hand a little
higher just above the band of her stocking top and began massaging the soft
flesh above; at the same time I leant towards her and very gently kissed the
creamy flesh of her bare shoulder. I heard a quick intake of breath followed by
a gently sigh of pleasure which showed me I had made a good start.
"I want to do everything with you Rachel." I murmured softly looking into her
lust filled eyes. "I want to do all the things mum and I do together, I want to
spend hours in your bed sucking you out again and again. I want to drink you
cum....I want you to give me lots to drink... So much that I think I can't
swallow any more but I want you to make me. I want you sit on my face and let me
suck your bottom. Please use my mouth like mum does Rachel, I'd love you to have
anything from me." It was a good speech, my mother had trained me to talk dirty
and ask for sex, she found it such a turn on.
That isn't to say it came out just the way I've written it here. There were
stops and starts as I thought of what to say next with plenty of "ands and ums"
but maybe that was part of the attraction for her, you know hearing a little
boy's voice describing sexual act in such graphic detail. In any case she raised
her eyes into her lids and I saw them flutter in ecstasy.
"Oh Luke... You lovely naughty boy. How can a girl refuse an invitation like
that? I'm going to keep you to all of those promises, you'll see" she held my
hand and pressing it against her panty covered crotch for a moment before
lifting me off the sofa and into her arms with ease. Then she brought her face
to mine for a wet open mouthed caress that had her tongue dancing against mine.
Her breath tasted of peppermint and I could smell her delicate perfume making my
senses swim as she gently broke away and steered my face down in-between her
bulging breasts.
I bared one and nuzzled into it, kissing and sucking the jutting cone until with
a sigh she fed a long swollen nipple between my lips for me to nurse on. I was
so carried away with my new toy that I never realized I was being carried up the
stairs and into her bedroom until she gently set me down on her bed and began
undressing me like the wrapping from a present until I sat there quite naked. I
thought she was going to do a sexy striptease the way mum sometimes did but she
was in too much of a hurry to get her clothes off for that.
I remember the sound of her bra being unclipped and then her panties rasping as
they slid down her nylon stockings. How ragged her breathing sounded, she
couldn't get naked fast enough, just the thought of having me at last was making
her desperate. God what a gorgeous full body she had when she stood before me
naked. There was so much more of everything compared to my mother was slimmer.
Her tits were so big they swung and collided when she bent down to pull her
panties down, so was her ass which trembled when she climbed up on the bed and
guided my head onto the pillow.
"I've been fantasising about having you under my cunt for days. Stick out your
tongue so I can rub my clit over it....Good boy just stay still and let me do
the work."
With that she sat down on my face with her cunt forming a seal over my mouth and
her labia flaps and curly forest tickling my chin. Her juices were already
trickling into my mouth for me to swallow with small quick gulps as she started
to churn her hips, slowly rubbing herself into my face, cheeks and mouth. I
reached up, slid my hands over her ass cheeks, and clutched the smooth wobbling
flesh in each palm as small whimpers of pleasure began to escape from her lips.
These soon turned into long drawn out moans and cries of passion which competed
with the rhythmic creaking of the old metal bed springs as she began to fuck my
six year old face.
"Yes... Yes... Yes..." She chanted. Her crotch was all over me like an eel on
heat as she sought to get herself off in my mouth. I looked up through the bush
of her fanny and watched her tits slopping into each other, banging and dancing
with the nipples standing out of their large coral aureoles like swollen
fingers.
"Oh fucking shit!" She cried about three times in the kind of way one does
before something earth shattering is about to happen. She gave a huge spasm as
her hips pinned my head into the mattress and her cunt began spurting between my
lips I love the taste of a woman's cum, I'd drank enough of mum's over the past
few months to acquire a taste for the stuff but nothing prepared me for what was
about to happen next.
She gushed and squirted over my face, hair and down my throat with such gusto
that I coughed and spluttered as I sought to swallow it all. She orgasmed the
way a guy would have done if he hadn't cum in two weeks, and that wasn't the
only similarity. It was thick and creamy like just like sperm, and the stuff I
couldn't get down my throat ran down my chin in rivulets to form white pools on
the sheets.
Rachel was noisy in bed, I think that's fair to say and guttural hardly
describes the sounds pouring from her lips. Mum's lent me out for many hot dates
with her female friends over the years and none of them has come anywhere near
to producing such earthy cries of sheer passion in the bedroom. I remember her
kissing me when it was over as she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to
keep my promise about sucking her ass. I'd never done that before despite my
bold words and felt a little scared. She could see this and told me it would be
fine.
"I thought you'd done it with your mum from what you were saying."
"Not yet." I piped in a small voice.
She gave me a wink and a kiss on my cunt flavoured lips.
"Don't worry darling, if you're half as good at sucking my ass as you are at
loving my cunt you'll make me a very happy woman. Just press you face into my
cleft like the good little boy you are."
I leaned forward and tentatively brushed my cheek against her soft flesh before
extending my tongue to lick.
"Some kisses please" came the request.
Butterfly ones at first as I gently planted my lips all over her soft domes. She
gasped with pleasure at that and throatily asked me to kiss in between and make
them sloppier. I decided to kiss her as though I was kissing her mouth, long
sexy french kisses which made her moan and reach back to spread herself wide
revealing her dark puckered ass hole.
"In there... Tongue fuck me darling." She gasped.
I flicked the tip against the brown crater and tasted a mixture of musk and
perfume tinged with something darker and acrid. I felt it give against me as she
relaxed herself to let me slip within her buttocks for a session of worship that
had Rachel reaching a series of noisy orgasms.
"Oh keep going darling, keep sucking my ass, I love it!" She gasped.
She kept on moaning and churning her big buttocks into my face. She had two
orgasms in that way we hardly stopped in between cums before she reached back to
guide my face back to her asshole to start again; it was too horny for words.
Afterwards she told me I was marvellous, a natural ass licker but not in a
derogatory sense, she meant it as a compliment.
"I'd like you to do that for me every time we meet." She purred. "What a
fantastic tongue you have."
Our antics lasted throughout the night. I remember feeling exhausted at one
point as I lay on my stomach to rest between bouts. Her breathing was heavy with
excitement as she clambered over me and brought her lips to my ears to nibble
and whisper that she wanted to piss in in my mouth. I gave a nervous laugh not
really knowing if she was serious or not and asked if this was some sort of new
game.
"In a way it is honey. All the big boys play it, or at least those who are
really good at sex, that's why it's called watersports."
She made it sound like a challenge and one that I had to rise to which is
precisely what she was counting on.
"What do I have to do?" I asked with as much confidence as I could muster.
"I'll put a rubber sheet over the bed for you to lie on."
Her mouth was smiling but her eyes were searching mine as she continued.
"I want you on your back with your mouth open to drink from me, and when you've
done that I'll climb on top of you and bring my cunt to your mouth."
I really wanted to do grown up stuff with her but I remember how doubtful I felt
when she said those words. The uncertainty on my face made her lean closer, kiss
me gently on the lips, and murmur sweet words of flattery, telling me how
beautiful I was and how lucky she was to have me in her bed, yet at the same
time trying to steer me towards her goal.
"Why don't you just give it a try my sweet Luke, I can see you're worried but if
you don't like it we can stop at any time."
I could see how much she wanted this from me so I decided to stop being a baby
and do this really grown up thing to please her, after all I reasoned, it could
be fun even if it sounded really strange. I'd done so many things with first my
mother's lovely nude body and now Rachel's voluptuous form that one more new sex
game couldn't hurt.
"Okay." I said. With as much bravado as I could muster.
Her eyes lit up "Oh wow" she sighed, "that's fantastic Luke!" I could see she
was tingling with excitement as she jumped off the bed, padded over to a set of
drawers, and then bent down. My prick twitched at the obscene view of her
puckered asshole and hairy cunt that had both been all over me over the last few
hours.
It was black and floppy, a kinky looking rubber sheet that she pulled out and
placed over the bed. I was quick to lie face up on the sheet as trembling with
anticipation I remembered her instructions. I didn't have long to wait I felt
the bed rocking with her weight as she climbed up and squatted over me and my
view of the bedroom ceiling was replaced by hairy cunt and dangling labia and
beyond that a pair of trembling tits. She adjusted her stance, bent her knees,
and then parted the lips of her cunt which was only inches above my mouth.
"Open your mouth honey." She said licking her lips in a shaky voice.
She must have been storing it up for ages because it suddenly spurted out in a
and hit the back of my throat so I had to gulp or drown. I heard it hissing out
of her cunt and screwed my eyes shut to stop it splashing into them; it was hot
and frothing as it cascaded into my mouth and down my throat.
"Drink it! Drink my fucking piss!" She hissed.
I gulped mouthful after mouth full over what must have been at least two minutes
worth of drinking as she mouthed obscenities to the sound of my swallowing. I
gave a loud belch when she finally finished emptying her bladder, the wind from
her piss escaping from my stomach complimenting the lewdness of the act we had
just performed.
"My beautiful toilet boy" she breathed as she lay down beside me on the sodden
sheet. "We have the rest of the night to do everything."
We made love until dawn; she pissed in my mouth twice more in-between me sucking
her ass and cunt. I was fast becoming an addict to perversion and I loved it. I
was exhausted but happy; she was my mistress and I was her mouth boy. It was
perfect.
It was a three way thing over the next few years. I spent many happy hours in
both my mother's and Rachel's bed with a routine of twice a week with Rachel
where I would stay the night and with every other night in my mother's bed.
Rachel would come down to the house for a threesome every Friday with me and
mum. Things were going nicely; I had all the sex I could handle, a little too
much at times. I would often get a text at school from Rachel...
For example:
Hi hun r u thirsty? Fancy popping down 2 my place on yur way home 4 my special
lemonade? Don't let me down cuz I'm busting saving it up 4 u 2 drink. U can give
me some of yur mouth on my pussy and ass as a thank u. lover. Will ring yur mum
and tell her u will b a couple of hrs late home. Will be ok.
Rachel xxxxxx
I was late home at least once a week as I popped into her house on the way home
from school for a couple of hours of perverted sex. Mom didn't mind me having
extra sex with Rachel but primly informed me we were having an early night after
supper just to make sure I didn't forget her needs. I must have the strongest
tongue muscles in the country with all the hours I've spent servicing those two
depraved women but I wasn't complaining in the slightest. I loved hearing them
moan and sob as I went to work between their thighs and buttocks. Such sweet
obscenities escaped their lips as they urged me on in-between their cries of
passion.
Then two years later came my eighth birthday and a tearful Rachel told me it was
my last visit. I was too old for her. Can you believe it? She liked her kid's
young, very young but I knew that from the start so it didn't come as a surprise
when it happened. She'd gently explained at the start of our relationship that
she'd want to stop seeing me when I reached my eighth birthday, yet even so I
never believed it would actually happen.
I made love to her one last time; it was deep and meaningful for both of us but
without some of the raw passion from Rachel that I'd know earlier. There were no
hard feelings between us when it ended and I never lost contact with her
completely. She still popped over to the house for a chat to me and mum from
time to time or we would go over to her place for dinner, she told me more than
once she was grateful for all the pleasure I had given her. In the meantime
things were still fantastic between me and mom, our sex life hadn't slowed down
in the slightest and I still found it taxing although enjoyable keeping up with
her in the bedroom.
My fingers are tired from typing so I'm going to end my story here because
there's nothing more to say except I'm at university and going steady with a
sweet girl of my own age who thinks I'm an incredible lover. I'm a perfectly
normal guy living a perfectly ordinary life making love to my mother and my
girlfriend. Now what's wrong with that?
The end