Mum and Son, a Coming Together

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Pauline sorted through the washing, coloureds and non coloureds. The non coloureds would go on the hotter wash and would take longer, so she would do the coloureds first, and they could go out on the line to start drying. Pauline was wearing leggings and a T-shirt, anything more would be just too warm to work in, and Pauline needed to keep decent, her son Roger was around today.

When Pauline was on her own in the house she often just wore knickers and a bra, the house was warm, and she kept a robe by the front door, just in case she had to be looking decent when she answered it, luckily few people knocked on the door, Pauline had hardly any visitors these days, and when Roger was home, she was what she referred to as 'other people decent' anyway, as she was today.

Pauline heard Roger moving around upstairs, he was messing around in his bedroom, she had no idea what he was doing, it was one of his days off from work and he usually kept himself pretty much to himself. Roger didn't have a girlfriend, so he was either at work or at home. She thought that was a shame because he was a good looking boy and should have no difficulty in getting a girlfriend.

And from what she had seen on too many occasions, once he got a girlfriend, he would have no difficulty in keeping one, he was nicely endowed. There had been too many occasions when she had walked past his open bedroom door and seen him naked, it usually bought a twinge to her groin to see his hard dick. His father, her last lover, had left when Roger was two years old, seventeen years ago, seventeen years since she had last been shagged.

At first when his father left, she had been too busy looking after Roger to think about other men, plus she had been a little disillusioned with men anyway. And then as Roger got older, she hadn't wanted to bring another man into the equation, and now that Roger was a man in his own right, she just felt a little embarrassed at how she looked and what a man would want of her.

No, she made do with her toys and her fingers, all when Roger was out of the house or asleep in bed of course. Whilst Pauline knew that Roger masturbated, she for sure did not want him to know that she did, that was way to personal and would be just so embarrassing. Personal pleasure for her was definitely a secret affair. To admit, even to herself, that when she masturbated she fantasised about Roger and his dick was an absolute no no.

As the coloureds washed in the machine Pauline began to think about dinner, burgers she thought, easy and she had both burgers and burger buns in the freezer. Pauline checked the fridge, there were usable tomatoes, by usable, she meant not too over ripe, and some cos lettuce. She got some burger buns out of the freezer to defrost.

Roger was unpacking some surveillance cameras that he had ordered. He needed to see more of his Mum. He had seen her naked a few times and he absolutely lusted after her body. She was the hottest woman he had ever seen, far better than the fake models on Pornhub. Mum was real and she slept in the room next to him. He could almost taste her.

He had seen her masturbate a few nights ago when she thought he was asleep. She had left her door partially ajar and when he heard her noises he had crept out of bed and looked through the gap. She was using a vibrator and rubbing it up and down her slit, gasping as it moved and then she had slid it inside herself, in, where his dick would go, he had almost spurted there and then.

Watching her masturbate was so much better than the few times he had just seen Pauline naked as she moved around her bedroom, and he wanted to see more. He had done online research on hidden security cameras and had ordered a few online, ones he could hide in her bedroom. He had to have a better view.

He had unpacked the cameras and set them up. All he needed his Mum to do was go out of the house for a while so he could find somewhere to hide the cameras in her room. He heard that his Mum was in the garden hanging out the washing, he realised he had an opportunity.

He rushed into her room and looked around. He hid one in her box of tissues, a small hole in the side for the lens, and another he hid in a box on top of her wardrobe, again with a hole for the lens to look through.

He rushed back into his bedroom when he heard the back door close, his Mum was coming back in. He brought the images from the cameras up on his iPad, not perfect, but in the time that he had available, they were good enough. There were still more cameras to secrete, that would need another longer opportunity.

Pauline had the final load of whites in the machine and went upstairs to sort out some of the dry clean clothing, mostly lingerie. In her room she dropped the lingerie on to her bed and started separating it, knickers, bras, vests, and then started putting them away in the correct drawers.

She didn't know why, but she felt very horny, she needed to use her toy, but didn't dare whilst Roger was home. She didn't even want to risk using her fingers, she knew that sometimes her orgasms were so powerful that she screamed out loud, and no way did she want to try and explain sounds like that to her son.

Roger was watching his Mum as she walked around her bed sorting out her underwear, underwear he wanted to see her in, and then watch her take off. He noticed that after she had put the last of the clothing away, her fingers rubbed along her fanny, sadly through her clothes, not giving him the view that he really wanted. He quickly stripped off and lay on his bed, his bedroom door partially open. He hoped that she would glance in and see him masturbating. His fantasy was that she would see him and be so overcome that she would have to come in and help him out.

This was a long-time fantasy and he tried to ensure that his Mum had a number of opportunities to watch him wank, he was sure that she had on more than one occasion, but she had never acted on it, sadly, nor had she even hinted at it. So frustrating. He gripped his dick and slowly eased his foreskin down, his glans popping out, moist and glistening.

He began to move his hand up and down, picking up the pace, the noise of his foreskin as it slipped over his rim coupled with his fist hitting his pubis making that unique sound, a sound that everyone knew what it was when they heard it, a sound his Mum would surely hear when she came out of her bedroom.

Pauline resisted masturbating, as strong as the urge was, no, she had to resist, she was better than that, better than giving in to animalistic urges, no matter how strong the pull. She heard a sound coming from Roger's room, a familiar sound, and she could not resist, she had to peek in through his partially open door.

His hand was flying on his dick, his foreskin hiding and revealing his glans, a big purple knob at the end of his dick. She looked at it, how it glistened in his bedroom, imagining it sliding along her valley and then into her waiting fanny. She stepped away and rushed downstairs and went into the downstair loo, her hands almost ripping her leggings off.

Her fingers slid down her valley, soaking wet with arousal, and plunged inside her fanny, two fingers, opening and closing as she thrust in and out of her sex. She felt her orgasm approaching and as her pleasures exploded through her body, she flushed the loo to try and mask the sounds she made.

She washed herself as best she could using the small handbasin, and dried herself with toilet tissue, flushing it all down the loo, a double flush, if he was listening, Roger would wonder what on earth she was doing.

In his room, Roger smiled. He had seen the change in ambient light outside his bedroom door and knew his Mum was watching him, and then he heard her rush downstairs into the downstairs loo and heard her muffled screams, even though she obviously tried to hide it with a flush of the cistern. Excellent. But how could he get her so turned on that she would not be able to resist?

Pauline was in a quandary. She was turned on by her son, she wanted him, she wanted his dick in her fanny, a fanny that had been so poorly treated over the past seventeen years. But she knew that was illegal, a sin, taboo. What would her son think if she came clean and confessed her desires, would he be so ashamed as to never speak to her again.

She wondered if she could perhaps dress more provocatively, perhaps short skirts, her knickers visible when she sat down might do it. Perhaps a smaller top that squeezed against her boobs. Perhaps even smaller leggings that showed her shape. She resolved that the first step was to shave away her pubic hair, that would help her shape become apparent. She would go to the supermarket in the morning and see what she could get to help with the shaving. Perhaps Roger would make the first move, she hoped so.

Roger was contemplating how he could get his Mum to notice him more. Perhaps he could wear very tight shorts around the house, perhaps budgie smugglers on sunny days and lay out in the sun. She couldn't help but see his shape then, and that would remind her of what she had watched in his bedroom.

But then, he worried, would his Mum think him a pervert, a weirdo, just a wrong 'un for wanting to shag his parent? It is illegal, and not something anyone should even consider. Would she kick him out? He was over eighteen now, so legally he couldn't turn to anyone for help, and he would struggle to find even a bedsit on his wages. How to get her to make the first move?

In the morning Roger went to work as usual, and Pauline went to the supermarket. She bought a cheap beard trimmer and a ladies shaver and some gel shaving cream. She had some after sun at home that she could use to cool down the skin that she had shaved. She also bought a large Lasagne that was on special offer that she and Roger could have for tea.

Back home Pauline stripped in her room and went and sat on the loo and took out the beard trimmer, using it to get rid of the bulk of her pubic hair. She shivered as the vibrations reached her clitoris, making her almost forget what she was doing, but her resolve was strong.

After the bulk of her pubic hair was gone, Pauline smothered her crotch with the shaving gel and sitting on the edge of the bath with her legs apart and feet in the tub, she began the process of getting rid of the stubble. She reapplied the gel twice before finally deciding her mons and fanny were as smooth as they could be.

She stood and showered, ensuring all the gel and stubble were washed down the plug hole, and then after she got out, she ran the cold tap on full flow to wash away any stragglers, she didn't need a drain blocked with her pubic hairs, that would have taken some explaining to the plumber.

After she had dried herself, she liberally applied the after sun to everywhere that she had shaved. She wandered back into her bedroom and looked in the back of her drawer, she was sure that she had an old small pair of leggings there. She found them, they were two sizes smaller than she normally wore.

She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled the leggings on, easing them over her buttocks. Once on she stood and looked in the mirror. Dear Lord, they were obscene. Surely, she couldn't wear them? They showed her shape clearly, as if she were simply naked. She found a longish sweat top and put that on.

Looking in the mirror, okay, that wasn't too bad, but she could not go out like that, just no way, she would be arrested for public indecency. What the hell would Roger think? If he said anything negative, she would simply not wear the leggings ever again.

Pauline finished yesterday's laundry, a pile that could go straight away, and a smaller pile that needed ironing. She decided that she would do the ironing after lunch, it would be finished by the time Roger came home from work.

Roger was almost beside himself. He had looked at the video downloaded to his cloud website. It showed his Mum undressing and then going into the bathroom, and when she came out, she had shaved her pubic hair. He could see, for the first time, the proper shape of her slit. It started underneath, like a continuation of her arse, and headed up her front, ending in a dimple.

It was all he could do not to rush to the toilets and wank. He watched his Mum rummage in her drawers, her arse crack widening as she bent over the drawer, her crinkle almost winking at him as she looked through her drawer. She pulled out a pair of leggings and sat on the bed and pulled them up.

She needn't have bothered, she may just as well have stayed naked, Roger could not believe what he was looking at. It was at that moment that he realised that his Mum had been walking round topless too. He had been so focussed on her crotch that he simply had not noticed her tits.

His Mum put a baggy top on, and after a few more minutes, she went out of her bedroom, presumably downstairs. He struggled to keep himself together for the rest of the day, the video had been better than anything he had ever seen on Pornhub. What was she thinking? Perhaps she had decided to start dating, but my god, if she ever went on a date wearing that outfit, well, she wouldn't end up sleeping alone that was for sure.

Half four and Pauline put the lasagne in the oven, it should be ready when Roger came home from work, and she had finished the ironing, it was in a neat pile waiting to go upstairs and be put away. She made herself a cup of tea and sat supping it in the sitting room, only remembering what she was wearing as Roger opened the front door and came in.

"Lasagne for tea," she called to him, "I'm in the lounge drinking tea."

"Thanks Mum," she heard him call, "I'm just going to get changed if that's okay."

"Yeah, of course baby," Pauline answered him, settling back into the sofa, trying hard to relax. She had meant to change her clothes before he came home, but time had run away with her. At least if he said anything, she could just say that they were old clothes that she put on to do the ironing.

In his room Roger stripped off. He found a pair of shorts in his drawers and a polo top that had slightly shrunk, and only just covered his stomach. It was all he could do in short notice. His dick almost reached the hem of his shorts leg, it would stick out if he got hard.

He went down to the lounge and sat opposite his Mum, she was on the sofa, he was on the single armchair. As he looked at his Mum his dick got harder, her leggings were stretched over her crotch, he could see the clear outline of her fanny, almost as if she were naked. He swallowed and tried to control himself, it was all he could do to not get his dick out there and then.

Pauline looked across at Roger wondering if she had gone too far, after all her leggings were a little tight, they might be a bit too revealing. As she looked at Roger she realised his dick was swelling, it began to lift the leg of his shorts and then she could see it clearly, his foreskin pointing at her as if seeking to say hello as it poked out.

She was unsure if it was her clothing that was doing it, or if it was just a normal teenage response, as she recalled from her days of dating, boys seemed hard almost all the time. She could not take her eyes off his dick. His foreskin seemed to be receding and his glans was peeping through, a blob of purple with a small black hole in the centre.

Roger got up, he was feeling brave, he had decided that his Mum must be doing this, dressing provocatively, on purpose. He stood directly in front of his Mum, his dick only inches from her face, only the blue material of his shorts separating them.

"Do you want a cup of tea Mum?" he asked her, "I feel a bit odd, I thought I would make some tea."

Pauline tore her eyes from the bulge in his shorts and looked up at his face.

"In what way odd Roger," she asked him, her eyes pulled back to his bulge, "is it to do with your situation?"

"What do you mean Mum?" He asked, his dick twitched as he spoke, the bulge in his shorts shifting.

Pauline pointed at his bulge. "That," she said, "what has caused that?"

"I can't help it Mum, don't hate me."

"Why would I hate you, it is a natural thing to happen, I just don't understand why it is happening now."

Roger looked at his Mum. It was now or never, the tipping point had been reached.

"It's you Mum, I can't help it."

"What do you mean it is me? How can it be me, I am your Mum, not a girl from work."

"I want you Mum, I don't want a girl from work."

Pauline sat quietly. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. What should she do? She had engineered this encounter, should she back down or should she go on with it. She put her hands up, gripped the waist of his shorts and pulled them down, his hard dick springing free in front of her.

Roger gasped, he was embarrassed that his Mum was looking at his hard dick, and at the same time he was excited, turned on more than ever. He looked down at his Mum and then he flexed his groin muscles, his dick twitching and dancing in her face. "I want you Mum," he simply said.

"I can see that Roger," Pauline said and she raised her hand and grasped his dick, pulling his foreskin back, watching as it rolled over his rim, his glans moist and glistening with his desire. "That is not something a mother and her son should do," she said as she began to slowly wank his dick, his foreskin sliding back and forth over his rim.

"Oh fuck Mum," Roger gasped as the pleasures began rolling through him, his knees felt weak, he wasn't sure he could remain standing.

Pauline let go of his dick and pushed him slightly away. She stood up, "come on, not here," she said and went out of the lounge and climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

In her room she pulled off her baggy top, her breasts unencumbered by a bra sagged slightly on her chest, her nipples were hard. She put her hands to her waist and pushed down her leggings, sitting on the edge of her bed to finally remove them. Naked she lay back on her bed watching as Roger pulled off his top and then lay next to her.

Pauline bent across and blew on his dick and as it twitched again she opened her mouth and took his dick inside, her hand pulling his foreskin down, her tongue licking his glans. Her other hand reached underneath and played with his balls, rolling them in her hand, gently squeezing them.

Roger could hardly breathe, his mouth was open, he couldn't even gasp. He had never experienced anything like it, none of the girls he had shagged had ever gone down on him, nor he on them, his only experiences were dick in fanny shagging, it was all he knew, all that they had taught in sex ed at school.

This was beyond anything he could imagine, the feeling was more intense than when he wanked using his Mum's moisturiser on his dick, he never wanted it to stop, but his dick was telling him it wanted more.

Pauline pulled back, releasing his dick from her mouth. She didn't want this to end prematurely. "Lick me," she said.

"I don't know how," Roger said, uncertainty in his eyes, not wanting to ruin a moment with his inexperience.

"Just get down there and use your tongue. You will know what works by my reactions."

Pauline lay back her legs apart and waited for her son to roll over and use his tongue on her, he couldn't do anything worse than the nothing that she had experienced over the past nearly twenty years.

Pauline closed her eyes waiting for Roger to begin. She felt his breath on her crease, and then his fingers as he eased her lips apart. His tongue stabbed into her valley. "Gently son," she said, his tongue then softer as it slid up and down her. She felt his finger at her entrance, circling, slowly pushing in, his tongue now higher up her valley, just touching her clitoris.

Pauline gasped and cried out "yes," as his tongue probed her hard nubbin and his finger pressed deep inside her, the first thing inside her that she hadn't controlled for many years, too many years.

Roger knew about the clitoris but he wasn't sure whether his licking her clitoris or his fingering her was causing her to say 'yes', he guessed the clitoris, and so he pressed his tongue against it, feeling it move under the tip of his tongue, as his finger slid in and out of her fanny, fucking it with his finger. Could he get two fingers in he wondered.

Pauline felt his finger leave her fanny, her fanny feeling voided, empty, and then his finger returned, and she realised it wasn't one, but two, stretching her wider, opening her more than his one finger could. She felt his fingers part inside her, her fanny stretching ready for his dick.

Roger felt his Mum's hands on his head, pulling him up. He moved up, laying over her, resting on his elbows so as not to have his entire weight on her breasts. His dick was laying along her valley, and his Mum gripped his dick, slid it up and down her valley and then pressed it into the one special place, his dick now where his fingers had been. He pushed.

Pauline gasped as her son's dick entered her fanny, the feeling of his foreskin rolling back a long-forgotten sensation, she gasped again as his rim began to scrape along the inside of her fanny and then gulped as she felt the end of his dick press against her depth. No battery-operated toy felt like this.

Roger was in heaven, his dick inside his Mum, her fanny squeezing him, pulsating along his shaft. He eased back a little and then pushed back in, his Mum gasped. He eased back further, his dick almost out of her fanny, and then he pushed back in as hard as he could, pulling back as soon as his balls slapped off her thighs.

A sharp crack echoed around Pauline's bedroom as Roger's pubis slapped against her shaven mons, accompanied by a gasp from Pauline as Roger bottomed out with in her. He paused, pressing hard against her, his dick as deep inside her as he could go. Roger wanted to savour this moment, he had no idea if it would ever happen again.

Pauline realised his movement had stopped, she felt a small pulse inside her fanny, from his dick she presumed. She took a breath and composed herself, the feeling of a dick, of Roger's dick, inside her was wonderful, a feeling too long in the waiting for.

Pauline felt Roger ease back, his dick sliding back out of her fanny, to her entrance, she felt it hovering there, almost touching her fourchette. She held her breath awaiting his thrust, and when it came she gasped as he filled her in a swift hard movement.

Roger was in heaven, fucking his Mum was all he had wanted to do for as long as he could remember, and now, his dick was inside her, stretching her, making her gasp as he fucked her fanny, his balls tightened and he felt a small twinge, almost painful, deep inside at the root of his dick and he bellowed, roaring into her face as he pumped her full of his spunk.

Pauline screamed as her orgasm erupted, pleasures coursing through her body as her son filled her fanny with his sperms, white leaking out onto the bed she knew. She lay back gasping, her chest heaving as her son's dick slipped from her fanny and he rolled over to lay next to her.

Neither spoke for a few minutes, both drained from the overwhelming orgasms, Pauline felt the spunk dribbling from her fanny down between her buttocks. Roger had a loss of feeling as his dick shrank away. They both wondered how long it would be before they did it again.