Night Manoeuvres

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

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...

Mu husband had left me and my son and daughter during the pandemic lockdown. It seems he preferred to be locked down with his lover than his wife and children. I didn't know that he had a lover, I didn't know that he was unhappy even. We made love, like any couple, perhaps a little unadventurous, but still we did, I was satisfied enough, satisfied enough to ignore flirting from men when I was out.

Flirting happened, and as far as I could tell from my friends, it happened to them too. Men, it seems, can't help it. It didn't seem to matter whether they were spoken for or not, they flirted. My friend Jackie said that if I were to respond, that they would run a mile. They didn't actually want a positive response; I couldn't figure out what they did want then.

They make you think they want to shag your brains out, and then if you were to say, 'yes, please' they would turn to jelly and run a mile The thing that happens when you get divorced, is that they stop flirting, Jackie says it is because I might say yes, 'fuck me big boy,' So they don't flirt. It all makes no sense.

After my decree absolute I was surviving basically on my savings and the money that the court had determined that he had to pay me until the children were twenty-one. The children, yes, boy girl twins, Adrian and Arlene, Arlene was the elder by six minutes. They both left home after their eighteenth birthdays, not for any reasons of dispute, they just wanted to spread their wings.

Arlene lived alone and was at university, her fees easier to manage and get grants than if she had lived at home. Adrian worked for a management firm in town, focusing on bankruptcy recovery, still learning the ropes, he was part of a team. I don't think Arlene had a regular boyfriend, if she did, then she hadn't shared that with me.

Adrian had a girlfriend that had moved in with him. Her name was Wendy, and she worked in the same management firm as Adrian, possibly that is where they met, Adrian was always a little vague about his personal life. I wondered sometimes if he was embarrassed, but I could not for the life of me think why.

"Hi Mum," my phone had chirped an incoming call.

"Hello baby," I said to Adrian.

"Wendy is going away for work next week, going Monday, coming back Friday, I was wondering, would it be okay if I came and stayed with you? I don't really want to be in the flat alone."

"Of course, it will be okay sweetheart, when will you get here?"

"Monday after work? Is that okay?"

"Yes love, sausage and mash for tea, is that okay?"

"Perfect Mum, thank you."

It would be nice to have him back home for a while, I had felt a little lonely and just to have someone to turn to, to listen to, to talk to, would be nice. I went up to his old room, it would need a clean and a dusting. I pulled the quilt cover and bottom sheet off and took them down and put them in the washing machine.

Back in his room I put the spare cover and sheet on, bed made I then dusted all the surfaces, opening the windows to let the room air and the remaining dust hopefully out. I went down and put the kettle on, "we'll just let the dust settles whilst you boil and I have a cup of tea, and then I'll run a vacuum round," I told the kettle. I don't know why I did, the kettle never spoke back.

His room all clean and ready I decided that I would have an early night, I was too excited to eat. I locked the doors checked the windows were shut and set the perimeter alarm. After the children had left, I had bought and installed an alarm system from Amazon. It was surprisingly straight forward and the whole thing cost me way less than five hundred pounds.

It had sensors on the doors and opening windows and a camera in each room, as well as cameras covering the outside front, rear and side. The theory was that if the alarm was triggered, the cameras would record any movement. I could also connect to any of the cameras and view the room or outside. Often when I heard a strange noise, I would scan the cameras. So far the scariest thing I had seen was a badger in my front garden.

I scanned the cameras, Adrians room looked so clean, I smiled, turned the camera app off and turned to TikTok and watched some reels, all inane, yet mildly entertaining. The weekend dragged, as every weekend did, the days were the same as weekdays, only with terrible TV. I dusted and vacuumed the rest of the house, and on Monday morning, I opened all the windows and doors to let fresh air blow through.

I heard my front door open, "only me," Adrian called. I turned the hob down and went out to greet him, putting my arms out and pulled him tight to me, realising as I did so that I could feel his dick in his trousers, 'goodness,' I thought, 'goodness me.'

"Your old room baby, take your things up and wash if you like, tea will be about ten minutes." I said to him, "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Thanks Mum, yes, I'll just go and get out of these clothes I have worn all day." He took his case and went upstairs.

I turned the sausages in the pan and quickly checked the camera, just to make sure that he had found everything he needed. Oh my, I nearly turned the camera off, he was naked with his back to the camera, his suitcase open on the bed. I couldn't tear my eyes away, his bum looked, so, er, delicious.

He turned and oh my God, I could see his dick, hanging off him. Well, actually, not quite so much hanging. He wasn't exactly hard, but he certainly wasn't soft. I wondered if he was thinking of Wendy. Who else could it be. His hand went down and held his dick, and he moved his hand a few times, his purple end flashing into view. His dick got noticeably harder, but then he stopped, his dick now pointing upwards.

He stepped into some underpants, pulled some joggers on and then a T Shirt over the top. I quickly killed the app and finished off tea, my mind's eye full of images of his dick and his half-hearted wanking. It had been a few years since I had last enjoyed sex with a man, and my fanny was pulsing with the memories.

After dinner we went and sat in the lounge, both on the sofa. It was nice to feel him close to me, the house felt whole again with a man in it, even if it was my son.

"Is it serious with Wendy?" I asked him, "she is living with you."

"I don't think so Mum," he said, "It's just more convenient, it means that one of us doesn't have to go home at night."

"And of course, nookie on tap." I said, a pang of jealousy in my heart, and it has to be said, in my groin.

"True Mum, although we don't have sex as much as you might think, no more than twice a day. I thought we would do it all the time, but, no, just evening and morning."

"There must be something wrong with you," I laughed, "only twice a day?"

"I know Mum, but what can I do, she says more often is uncomfortable, er, I am a little bigger than she is used to."

I held my hands up in shock horror, "too much information Ade, too much." I paused and then asked, "I assume that you have tried different positions and that you, you know, get her ready before hand."

"Mum, I'm not fifteen you know. Of course I do," he said wiggling a finger and waggling his tongue, "me on top, her on top, backwards, yes, me have tried it all."

'Backwards?' That had my mind in overdrive.

"Oh well baby, I am sure that you'll work it out. You know most couples only do it on average three times a week. You are bucking the average, I bet there are some couples out there that don't get any, 'cus you are taking up so much." 'me too' I thought, 'I'm getting none.'

It turns out he had arranged a phone call with Wendy for nine and so just before nine, he kissed me and said he would see me in the morning. I cleared away the crockery, set the dishwasher, locked the house up and went upstairs. I cleaned my teeth and went into my room, stripped and got into bed. I planned to watch some more TikTok, but my finger opened the camera app.

Oh, my goodness, he was laying naked on the bed, I could see the darkness of his arse between his legs, his balls hanging down, his dick sticking up, and he was talking, presumably to Wendy, I could only hear half the conversation.

"Yes, love, you can see how much I miss you and want you." I presumed they were Face Timing and that he was showing her his dick.

"No love, of course there is no one here to take care of me, and even if there was, I wouldn't, I will wait until you get home on Friday."

Adrian took his dick in his hand and started wanking. The purple dick head popping out on his down strokes, looking as if it were glistening.

"Is that what you want to see love, but it's better when you do it."

He was going faster, I wondered what she was doing, was she Jilling herself, or was she just letting him do it.

"Yes, love I can see your fanny perfectly."

Well, that answered that. This went on for around fifteen minutes and then he gasped, and I watched spunk spurt out of his dick, onto his chest, at least it wasn't onto my clean bedding.

"What? Love, okay," he said, and I watched him scoop his spunk up and put it into his mouth, finding and scooping it all up, his fingers licked and cleaned.

"I know that you do baby, yes I can see you cleaning your fingers too, yes sweetheart, I love you."

Well now. That had been different, I realised that I was panting, and that my fanny was pulsing. Goodness me, licking his own cum, well I guessed it was little different from eating out a cream pie, just a little one sided. I closed the camera app, turned the iPad off and shut my eyes. I wondered what my dreams would be filled with. My son's dick probably.

I awoke at some point, pressure in my bladder. I pushed the covers back and got up and went to the bathroom. I sat and relieved myself, noticing for the first time just how noisy it can be, I suppose that it was the middle of the night, so generally quiet, and I also had a guest in the house for the first time in ages. I wiped myself and got up, flushed the loo and exited the bathroom.

Adrian had left his bedroom door open, I looked in. I could see in the dim light that he was laying on the bed. Still naked and his dick now seemed soft, it was difficult to be sure, the light wasn't that good. I stepped into his room and knelt next to the bed; I wanted a closer look.

Yes, soft, it was fascinating, I don't know what had come over me, I really had to touch it, to hold it, I wanted to feel it get hard in my hand. I softly got up onto the bed and lay on my left side next to Adrian, leaving my right hand free. I reached out and held his dick, lifting it slightly, feeling its weight. I smiled as it twitched in my hand, and I gasped as it began to harden.

It is an amazing thing to feel a dick harden, I used to have this experience with my husband. I would wake in the night and reach over and feel his dick and it would get hard in my hand, but that had been a long time ago, some other woman felt his dick these days, and here I was, holding my son's dick as it hardened in my hand.

I moved my hand, his foreskin moving, his glans revealing itself in the dim light, and then hiding again as my hand moved back. Could I? Should I? Yes, I should, I had made it hard, it would be the least I could do. I began to move faster, to wank my son, my hand almost a blur. It had been so long; I had almost forgotten the pleasure that wanking a man gives you.

But this wasn't any man, it was my son, and his dick was flashing back and forth in my hand. He began mumbling, "shh baby," I whispered as I squeezed his dick, moving my hand as fast as I could.

"Mum?" he gasped.

"Hush baby, let me take care of you," I said as my hand squeezed his dick, his foreskin rubbing over his shaft, faster and faster I went and then I felt pulses and he grunted, I could see the spurts in the dim bedroom light. I let go of his dick and bending down I found and licked the dollops where they had landed. I kissed him and said, "goodnight baby," and went back to my room.

"Mum?" he said as he came down into the kitchen after I had called him for breakfast, "last night..."

"Hush baby, what happens in the night stays in the night, now eat your breakfast, you don't want to be late for work."

He looked at me strangely and then a smile crossed his face. Good, at least we had gotten past that little indiscretion. He ate his toast and drank his coffee, I kissed him goodbye, and he headed off to catch the bus for work.

My day was quiet, I showered, I shaved, carefully ensuring no nicks, making sure I had no stubble on my vulva and mons, I was as smooth as smooth could be, my fingers roaming perhaps a little too much, my clitoris popping up to say hello, pleasures flowing as I touched my little friend. I touched some more, and more pleasures flowed, and before I knew it, I was gasping in the shower.

Adrian got home from work and went up to shower and change before tea. I was doing lamb chops and mash for tea and the potatoes were cooked, just ready for mashing and the chops were keeping warm under the grill. The water from boiling the potatoes was the basis for my gravy. As it came back to the boil, I looked at the camera in Adrian's bedroom, he was naked, facing the camera, his hand gently wanking his dick.

What is it with boys, men? Do they always have to play with their dick or their balls? Or was it just my husband, and now my son? I guess that they don't realise they are watched, certainly I didn't have cameras when my husband was still at home, but still he managed to do it when he was in the bathroom, or the bedroom and I happened to be walking past.

I called up to Adrian that I was dishing up, and he shouted down that he was on his way. I smiled to myself as I thought 'yes mum, I'm coming.' He said he had another call with Wendy later. We watched some TV, I was rewatching Game of Thrones, and he just sat and watched, he got a little fidgety at some of the sex scenes, I guess any boy would be uncomfortable watching sex with his Mum, I just smiled, a little discomfort wouldn't hurt him.

After he went up for his call with Wendy, I cleared away the crockery, set the dishwasher, locked the house, checked that the windows were shut and headed up. In my room I stripped, my knickers to go in the laundry, my bra would do another day and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

I stood under the falling water, my hair protected by a shower cap, and slowly rubbed my hands over my body, spreading the shower gel, and my mind imagined that it was Adrian washing me, cleaning me, readying me for a sex session, my arousal was ridiculously high. I needed a boyfriend I decided, these obsessions with my son needed to stop.

I managed to restrain myself, his Mum screaming an orgasm from the bathroom was not something my son needed to hear. I dried myself and headed back across to my bedroom not remembering that Adrian was in his room and that I was wandering around naked.

I lay on the bed and bought up the camera, he was on his bed naked, I assumed I had missed his call with Wendy, his dick was flopped to one side, perhaps he had spent his load already. He was looking at something on his phone, perhaps emails, perhaps reels, who knew.

I was quite tired; my earlier orgasm had drained me and so I put my iPad down and rolled over to sleep. My dreams were full of Adrian and his dick. I was watching him wank, I was wanking him, I was watching him wank me, my goodness that woke me up with a start. Where had that come from?

It was dark, my clock said 01:23, I needed the loo. I got up and headed to the bathroom and sat, again the loudness of it all surprised me. I wiped and flushed and looked in on Adrian again. He was laying naked on the bed, and I could just see his dick in the dim light. It was not soft and flaccid as it had been the previous night, I need to look closer.

I quietly crept to his bedside, his dick was half hard, raised above his skin, but not really hard. I could slip my hand under his dick and then grasp it. I carefully, so as not to disturb Adrian, got onto the bed next to him. As I did so he turned and held me.

"I heard you in the loo and wondered if you would come back," he said and then he covered my mouth with his, and as his tongue pressed between my lips, I was shocked, his finger was sliding along my crease, pressing into my valley. I gasped into his kiss.

He was adept, his finger brushed against my clitoris, teasing it before sliding back down to me fanny entrance, circling, dipping and then going beyond, his fingernail grazing my perineum, my pleasures flowing, electrics fizzing as my pressures built. I had touched him last night, he was touching me tonight, I could not complain.

My back arched and I gasped as fingers pressed through my entrance, passed my opening and plunged into my depth, it had been a long time since anything other than my fingers or toys had been there. I held my breath, what would he do? I felt my fanny being stretched, I felt his fingers as they grazed across my bumps and ridges, exploring my insides.

I reached across and held his dick, hard now, squeezing and then rolling his foreskin down, feeling his rim, his glans moist under my finger, he groaned, his fingers twitched inside me and pressed deeper before pulling back, his fingers shagging me as I wanked his dick.

I was gasping, he was gasping and then his fingers left me, and he moved, my hand letting go, he was covering me, his dick nudging my fanny, and then he was penetrating me, his dick pushing inside me. I gasped, I hadn't expected this, I had thought a little wank action, but he had gone further, he was fucking me.

Slap echoed around the bedroom as his belly slapped against mine, my gasp as he filled me, a sigh as he pulled back. Faster he went, harder, deeper, the cracks of the slap louder, my belly stinging, my fanny glowing and pulsing, my son buried deep inside my body, my fanny feeling every inch of his hard dick as he stretched me for the first time in ages.

My hands were on his back, my heels on his buttocks, I was rocking beneath him, pressing him into me, stopping him leaving, my gulps of air filling my lungs more and more, my sighs easing the pressure on my lungs, my gasps adding to the sounds of sex in my house, sounds that had not been heard in a long time.

I heard an owl hoot and realised that his bedroom window was open, thankful that there would be no one to hear us, how could I explain the noises? And then I didn't care, my gasps stopped, my breath held, my pressures blew, and I shrieked my orgasm, my fanny clamping, squeezing, and as I came down, I could feel his dick spurting inside me, filling me with his spunks.

He rolled off me, his dick falling from my fanny, and he lay at my side. I was unmoving, my legs apart, a dribble slipping down my perineum to my arse, his spunk no doubt, perhaps diluted with my own juices. Realisation set in, my son had just fucked me, and I had orgasmed, and I wanted more.

He turned on the bed, his head close to mine, "what happens in the night stays in the night mum," he said.

When I woke in the morning there was a drying patch of his spunk on my bed, I had left him after he had fucked me and gone back to my own bed and fell asleep almost straight away, not thinking about the mess inside me, it had been so long that I had forgotten the aftermath. My dreams more realistic as I dreamt of him fucking me time and again.

I would deal with my bed later. I grabbed some tissue and wiped my fanny, sticky with his residue, I would shower after he went to work, he needed the bathroom more than me this morning, I wouldn't get in his way. I put a robe on and went down to make his breakfast.

After he went to work, a kiss for me on his way out, I went up and did my best to clean my bedding. I would change the bed after he left, Saturday morning probably, until then, wipe and Febreze was the order of the day. I dropped my robe onto the bed and headed to the shower, I needed a clean-up.

It had been a long time since I had been in this position, waking up in the morning with my fanny smeared with spunk. I smiled at the memories of long ago and then smiled again as I felt the ooze coming from my fanny. I would need to douche, more memories from long ago.

With the water pressure and temperature on low, I unscrewed the rose from the shower hose, smeared a little gel on the end and carefully pushed it inside me, flushing out his residues, and then held the hose over my clitoris, shuddering and gasping with the stimulations, my pleasures rolling through me, my pressures building before a muffled scream signalled the release of my orgasm.

I stood, the hose in one hand, my other hand holding me up using the shower wall, my breaths gasping as I gulped in air. That had been a good one.

I finished my shower and then dried myself and went back to my bedroom. Clean knickers, white, lace, a high side, feeling good as they lay over my fanny, my bra, matching, well, why not, who knows, and then a simple sun dress over the top. Sliders for my feet, I grabbed my purse, car keys and phone and headed off to the supermarket.

I wandered around looking for inspiration for tea, and eventually I decided on spaghetti and meatballs, and I bought a jar of ragu sauce, I couldn't be bothered with making one. As I pulled up on the drive Jerry from next door was just finishing mowing his lawn.

"Morning Jean," he said.

"Good morning, Jerry," I answered.

"Fancy a cuppa?" he said, "I have just finished the lawn."

"Okay, yes, let me just put my shopping away and I'll be round."

I left the meatballs, ragu and spaghetti on the work surface ready for later, the fresh bread I put in the bread bin, and the other odds and ends went in the cupboard. Satisfied that all was tidy, I popped next door and tapped on his front door.

"Come in, it's open," he said.

I slipped my sliders off and went through, he was in the kitchen, the kettle just boiling. He took a couple of mugs and added a bag to each one before pouring the boiling water over, grabbing milk from the fridge he added milk and then stirred.

"Let's sit in the conservatory," he said, "enjoy the nice weather."

I took my tea and followed him out, I sat in the single armchair, he sat on the sofa.

"You have someone to stay?" he said.

"Yes, my son Adrian, his girlfriend is away and so he is staying, it means I get to cook for him, he's not daft."

"Oh," he said, "your son, okay, that surprises me. Sorry."

"Surprises you?"

"Oh, sorry, yes, I just thought I heard something in the night is all."

Obviously, what he had heard was Adrian and myself having sex, but I wasn't going to admit that for goodness' sake.

"Oh? I thought I half heard something too, wonder where it came from, sound can travel when the air pressure is low, I think, or is it when it is high? I really can't remember"

He laughed, "goodness, I have no idea."

I noticed and then couldn't not notice. His dick in his shorts, it was straining the material, he had a hard on and it was almost poking out of his shorts. I didn't want to be caught staring at his dick, but it really was noticeable.

"Yes," Jerry said, "quite the sounds I heard last night."

"Well, I they were same ones I heard, it sounded like someone was having a good time, a really good time."

He laughed again, "I was quite jealous," he said smiling across at me, his dick twitching in his shorts.

I couldn't help myself, I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't. "So, I see," I said, my head pointing at his shorts.

"Oh, that isn't the memories of what I heard," he said.

"Goodness, no?"

"No, that is present company."

"Oh my," I said trying to look embarrassed, "goodness me."

"I hope that I haven't upset you."

"Well, no, I suppose it is nice to be seen as a woman sometimes."

"You are very much a woman Jean, very much so, I guess what I heard last night just gives me the courage to say so."

"I suppose talking can be difficult sometimes, for fear of saying the wrong thing."

"Would me inviting you up to my bedroom be the wrong thing?"

I sat and looked at him, and then again at the bulge in his shorts and made a decision. "No Jerry, not the wrong thing at all."

"Jean, would you care to accompany me to my bedroom?" He asked.

I could say no, and thank him for the tea, or I could go upstairs and experience what he had to offer, after all, Adrian was only staying a few days. I stood up, "lead on Jerry."

He stood and I followed him upstairs to his room. I pulled my sundress up and dropped it on a chair, looking at Jerry as I stood in my, thankfully, matching bra and knickers. He pulled his T shirt off and then pushed his shorts down to reveal a rather long dick. Not especially fat, but definitely long, no wonder it was tenting his shorts. I unhooked my bra and quickly pushed my knickers down and went and lay on his bed.

He walked over to me, my eyes captivated watching his dick bounce as he moved and then he was kneeling between my ankles and leaning forward. I felt his breath on my fanny, and I shivered in anticipation, my fingers curling slightly and then I gasped as his tongue ran along my crease.

My labia folded around his tongue as it dipped inside, the tip running along my valley floor, a finger circling my fanny entrance, dipping in slightly as his tongue moved up and pressed at my clitoris. My body tensed, my back arched slightly, my fingers scrunched into his bedding, my heels pushed down. His tongue dabbing and licking my nubbin, his finger slowly entering and going deeper into my fanny.

His finger pulled back and then pushed in again, only this time with a friend, there were two fingers inside me, feeling me, stretching me, another finger back along my perineum, its tip pressing at my arse, I realised that the gasps I could hear were mine, and there were a lot of them.

My pleasures were in full flow, my pressures were building, my fanny felt as if it were fluttering, I could feel his fingernails as they caught my bumps and ridges, my labia had the roughness of his tongue as it moved through my valley, dabbing at my clitoris one moment, my urethra the next, all the time his fingers working some kind of magic inside my fanny.

"Argh my God," I shrieked as my pressures overloaded and an orgasm erupted, my fanny clamping, my fingers clutching and then my body relaxing from the tensions that had built. "Enough," I gasped pushing him away. He moved and lay beside me, I bent over and licked the end of his dick, he flinched at the touch.

I grabbed his dick with my hand and pulled his foreskin down, his glans putting in an appearance, purple, red, glistening, a small black hole in its end with a bead of white just beginning to appear. I licked it away, tasting its metallic saltiness. I took his dick into my mouth, feeling his foreskin roll over his glans as I released it, pushing myself further, his dick sliding over my tongue, past my tonsils and deep into my throat.

I bobbed back and forth, his dick sliding in my throat, his gasps loud and frequent, my hand held his balls, squeezing them as I fucked him with my mouth. I felt him tense up and then his spunk shot down my throat, load after load. I eased back, my mouth clearing his dick and I lay on my back next to him.

He rolled to his side his lips just touching mine, kissing me, his fingers playing in my valley, "give me a minute," he whispered, "I am not quite done yet."

I pressed my tongue into his mouth, seeking his tongue, our lips sliding across each other, and as I caressed his chest, I detected movement by my groin, his dick was stirring.

He moved and covered me, his dick pressing at my crease, 'impressive recovery' I thought. He reached down with his hand and guided his dick and then he was pushing, entering, reaching my depth, pressing hard. His dick was not especially wide, but my fanny walls squeezed him, and his glans pressed at my depth. He pulled back a little, his dick hovering at my entrance and then he pushed, hard.

I felt his dick as it slammed against my depth, pushing, trying to go deeper, there was a pop, and I felt a small pain inside and then he was in deeper, had he passed my cervix I wondered. He began moving faster and faster, the pain inside was gone, just a feeling of being filled more than I had ever been filled before. His balls danced at my thighs, and his eyes bored into mine, my mouth was open in an eternal gasp as he fucked me as I had never been fucked before.

Faster and faster he moved, his dick sliding inside me, reaching my depth, his dick almost throbbing as he worked my insides, my fanny twitching and trying to clamp hard on his dick, my lungs fighting for air as he was fucking the daylights out of me. I was seeing stars, my breasts were tight, my nipples hard and I was lost, my pressures overflowed, my pleasures exploded throughout my body, and I screamed, releasing the air I had built in my lungs.

He bucked, violently within me and then pushed hard and held still, I felt a coolness inside me as his spunk filled my womb, flooding me. He eased back, his dick sliding from my fanny and falling between my thighs as he rested above me, his weight on his arms not on me.

I think I dozed and then when he moved, I rolled to the side and got up.

"I need to go," I said, "thank you for having me."

He smiled and I dressed knowing I needed another shower and more clean underwear when I got home.

After my shower, and my douche, my very essential douche, I sat on the settee contemplating my week. I had no idea where things would go with Jerry if at all, perhaps it was just a one off, perhaps he was testing me, trying to confirm in his mind that it had been me fucking my son, not that I could guess what good that knowledge would do him. And then there was my son, had I complicated our relationship? Mums and sons don't usually fuck, well, as far as I knew, and he was still here for two more nights.

Adrian and I had not discussed our night manoeuvres, they were not mentioned. After our tea of meatballs and spaghetti, we sat on the settee and watched a Midsomer Murders, an oldish one, but it was still okay.

"I'm not speaking to Wendy tonight; she has a thing that doesn't finish until eleven."

"Oh, that's a shame."

"Well, perhaps, perhaps not," he said looking at me, his eyes tracing my breasts, mining into my lap, dissolving my clothes.

I gave him a questioning look. "Perhaps not, in what way?" I asked.

"Well, we could call it a night and go up early, you know, whilst there is still some daylight."

"And what would that achieve Ade?"

"I would be able to see that that we don't talk about."

"Why would you want to do that? See, I mean."

"Beauty is, they say, in the eye of the beholder. I have done the holding, now my eye wants to catch up. I want to see you."

He wanted to bring the night into the day. "But what happens in the night stays in the night. To bring it into the light risks too much."

"I disagree."

"Does Wendy really have a thing all evening?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, there can be no lies."

"Keeping it in the night is a huge lie for it hides the truth."

I sat silently, watching him as he looked at me. Could I do this? What he wanted? Could I? I could rationalise it as night manoeuvres, a dream coming live, but in the daylight, it made it more than live, it made it true. What then?

He stood up and held his hand out to me, I took it, he gripped my hand and pulled me to my feet. He closed the small gap, and his lips pressed against mine, his tongue wetting my lips then pushing between. His actions had wetted more than my lips and I knew I was gasping for breath, my pleasures were free running, yet all he had done is place a kiss upon me.

He stepped back and with my hand still in his, he pulled me to the hallway and up the stairs, me following like an obedient puppy dog. We went to my room, not his, I don't know why, I am sure that there is a statement hidden in his action, I could not fathom it. He turned and faced me, his lips again on mine, his tongue deeper this time, my tongue and his dancing a Pasodoble.

His hands moved up my sides, briefly skirting my side boobs, and then he lowered the straps off my shoulders, pulling them downwards, my dress fell, and I was standing in my bedroom in a bra with matching knickers.

"You want this," he said, "your underwear matches."

He seemed to understand me, to know my soul, my actions of selecting matching underwear showed a subconscious desire, thus far my night manoeuvres had all take place nude, there was no need for matching underwear, yet today I had chosen bra and knickers that matched. It should have told me something, I should have been more prepared.

He stepped away and pulled his top and shorts off and he was stood naked before me, my eyes drawn to his erection, his dick proudly pointing upwards, his balls hanging below, swaying gently as if charging. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor to join my dress. I slipped my hands in to the waist of my knickers and pushed them down, stepping out of them, and I too was naked.

"Let's have an early night," Adrian said, pulling the covers back on the bed. Things had gone too far to not. I could no more stop the events about to unfold than Canute could stop the tides all those years ago. Adrian held out his hand and when I took it, he pulled me gently to the bed, I sat on the edge, my feet on the floor.

Adrian knelt between my ankles, my legs pushed apart, his hands on my knees, separating them further and he leant forwards, his breath on my fanny, my crease trembling in anticipation. He pressed his lips against my crease, kissing me, his tongue pressing through my labia, pushing at my urethra before sliding up to my clitoris, my gasp loud and long when he made contact.

I had started this, it was me that crept into his bedroom and masturbated him, but it was he that was finishing it, I didn't know where, I just knew that I could not stop the events unfolding. His lips pressed through my outer labia and followed the path upwards to my nubbin, my centre of pleasures. His lips surrounded my clitoris, and he sucked, gripping my elusive nubbin between his teeth.

I fell back onto the bed, the pleasures were too much to stay seated, my gasps needed my lungs to fully expand, my gulps required there to be no resistance to air flow. My heels pressed down hard on my carpeted bedroom floor, my buttocks clenched, gripping the bed in case I flew.

He chewed, his teeth moving across my tiny nubbin as if controlled by robots, never releasing yet not biting, his teeth were clamps, his tongue slipping across to release my pleasures which flowed throughout my body as my pressures grew and my electrics charged, my groin on fire as my arousal met new levels.

I gasped, a finger pressed at my entrance, it drew circles, first one way, and then the other, dipping down towards my opening, threatening to penetrate me, and when he did, he would own me, I knew that. My fingers were opening and closing, grabbing the sheet and releasing it, my breath was gulps, I was approaching the end.

He moved back, my fanny felt abandoned, my groin felt cold after the heat of his breath. He stood up, "Get on the bed Mother," he said as if it were a formal event. I scrabbled up onto the bed and lay with my head on a pillow. He straddled me, squashing my breasts and thrust his dick forwards. I knew what to do.

I lifted my head and opened my mouth, taking his dick inside, rubbing it along my tongue. He pushed forwards, his dick passed my tonsils and pushed into my throat, constricting me, blocking my breath as he slowly fucked my mouth. As he pulled back, I ran my tongue around his rim causing him to shake with delights.

He pulled back and slipped down my body, his dick at my crease, sliding down my wetness to my entrance. He pushed, my petals parted, and his dick began to penetrate me, taking me, possessing me, I could only gasp as my fanny widened and his foreskin slipped down his shaft uncovering his glans.

I could feel his rim as it bumped over my ridges, each one giving me a frisson of pleasures, adding to those already coursing around my body. My fingers were once more clutching at the mattress, my heels trying to dig in to stop my sliding on the bed as we fucked.

He began to go faster, his dick sliding in and out, my senses no longer able to discern his foreskin, slaps echoing around the room as his pubis crashed against my mons, my gasps and his grunts adding to the sounds of sex.

My buttocks were clamping, squeezing together, my toes were curling, and my pleasures were in full flow. I was gasping, I was gulping, he was grunting, we were making animal noises as we rutted in my bed. I knew I was close; my pressures were building higher and higher, my back was arching, and my fanny was clamping, squeezing his dick hard inside me.

I screamed, I shrieked, my back high above the bed, my heels and fingers holding me steady as my orgasm exploded through me, my pleasures just a flood, my electrics fizzing and tickling my ears and my nipples and as I began to get a sense of myself back, I heard Adrian grunting loudly, pressing hard against me and I felt the coolness of his ejaculations as he spurted his spunk inside me.

I fell back to the bed, gasping, my chest heaving, Adrian rolling to the side and lying next to me, his breath gasps, his chest rising and falling as he sought to fill his lungs. I looked across and realised that I hadn't closed my windows. I wondered if Jerry had heard our night manoeuvres.