Peter's Mother

'We've all been there.' Pete wished the thought was true. The fact was, he was pretty sure nobody else had come close to 'there'. Nobody had come home to find, or to be more precise, to hear, their 47 year old mother practically screaming her lungs out through the orgasm that his friend Giles was ramming into her. Whilst he did not actually witness the mind numbing event or the participants, he of course recognised his own mother's voice despite its unusual volume. The words "Fuck me Giles, fuck my cunt," kind of gave the game away regarding the identity of her partner. The words also served to dispel the momentary thought that maybe she was an unwilling participant.

He had not seen Giles since they left school a couple of years ago so the title friend was probably pushing it a bit. Given the last few minutes, Giles had moved from the 'People I could hang with' column to the 'People I want to hang' column.

His mother was beginning to calm down a little, her screams becoming heavy panting moans. Pete's stomach churned when he heard her tell the bastard to "Come on my tits," shortly followed by "here let me do it for you."

"Jesus!" His mind was in a turmoil. He realised he had stepped towards the living room then back again at least three times. They had obviously been making so much noise that they had not heard him come in. What should he do? Sneak in and confront the pair? Sneak out the front door? Sneak upstairs? The word sneak seemed to be topping the headline. He erased the confrontation idea from the list, God knows where that would lead and the thought of purposely walking in on his presumably naked mother just seemed wrong. But he was damned if he was going to sneak about.

Almost without any further thought he turned and opened then closed the front door loudly. "Hi mum," he called, he hoped it sounded authentic. He stomped loudly up the stairs without waiting for a reply. As he reached the top of the stairs he could hear hissed words and movement coming from the living room. Pete went to his bedroom and closed the door firmly making enough noise to let them know where he was. He decided that he would give them at least five minutes. He changed his clothes. As he slipped his trainers on he heard the front door close quietly. A quick glance out of his bedroom window confirmed that Giles was making his hurried escape.

Pete let out a sigh, For some reason he was feeling guilty. He felt that he had intruded on his mother and the secret that he now guarded was weighing heavy on him. The fact that his mother was a sexually active woman was a total revelation to him. Of course in the back of his mind he already knew that, Pete's very existence was evidence of it. Plus she was married to his dad. Not only was his mother sexually active she was an adulteress. In the nineteen years he had been around he could never recall his parents going at it the way he had just witnessed.

He was not looking forward to the next bit. He decided to give his mother a few more minutes to compose herself and headed into the bathroom where he waited another couple of minutes before flushing the unused toilet and running the tap. He took a deep breath and went downstairs trying to remember how to look like he did not know what he now knew. He could feel his face blushing. He stepped into the living room. It was empty. He glanced around at the couch, he assumed that was the scene of the crime but it looked undisturbed and the cushions were plump and tidy. He did notice the rug was very slightly askew, surely they had not used the floor, somehow, that just made it worse, even more depraved. He shook that image from his mind, rugs move. He reluctantly walked towards the kitchen.

"Hello darling. You're home early?"

He was surprised how normal she sounded. "I got a lift, it's a lot quicker than the bus." It was actually 30 minutes quicker. He would normally be home in about twenty minutes from now, followed by his dad fifteen minutes later.

"Did you have a good day?" His mother was at the sink, fully clothed in a dress he had seen a hundred times, her shoulder length, brown hair neatly combed.

Up to the last fifteen minutes he would have given an unequivocal 'yes'. Recent events forced him to mute that a little. "It was ok." He had actually had a great day at work, having just been assigned to a major project with two of his favourite workmates. He was only an apprentice so it was a junior role but it showed the software house had confidence in him.

"Dinner's going to be a little late, I got held up at the supermarket."

"OK. I'm not feeling very hungry anyway." It seemed that having images of your ex-friend fucking your rampant mother floating around in your mind sapped your appetite.

His mother dried her hands on a small towel she turned to him with a smile "Well I hope you have room for pasta, would you open a bottle of red wine, I need some for the sauce and I'm really ready for a drink. Your dad should be home in a few minutes, may as well pour all of us a glass."

Pete couldn't believe how normal she seemed and mention of his dad just made it more weird. "Sure," he opened a bottle and poured three glasses.

His mother more or less downed hers in one. "Thirsty work." She poured another and took a sip.

"Hello" his father called from the hallway.

"We're in the kitchen," she replied.

His dad joined them and sat wearily on a chair by the table. "Roll on Saturday." Pete's parents were due to fly off on holiday that weekend.

His mother handed a glass of wine to his father and leaned to kiss him on the cheek, "Not long now babe."

That was that. Beyond Pete's knowledge that his mum had just fucked someone her son's age, everything was normal. That night they ate pasta, washed up, watched TV, talked about nothing of consequence and around eleven they all headed off to bed. Pete had watched his mother more than the TV looking for signs. He was not sure what signs he expected see. There were a few pings on her phone that she hurriedly looked at and sent replies to. Pete thought it was obviously Giles texting her. But after the fourth message his mother leaned across the sofa to his dad and showed him the screen. "Sharon's got a new puppy. Isn't it cute?"

For the first time Pete took notice of her as an actual woman. A woman with appetites, a woman with unexpectedly nice tits. Not large but he imagined that they were a good perky shape. She had quite a slim figure, her bum was a little flat but that could have been her dress and besides she was 47. Anyone else would have said she had a pretty face with very kissable lips and sexy eyes, he just saw 'motherly'. He spent a while thinking what she had shown that bastard. What did Giles know about his mother's secrets that her own son was not allowed to know. What had she done with those lips? What had she willingly let the bastard do?

Pete did not recognise his feelings as jealousy, that would involve him wishing it was him instead of that bastard, but he was definitely feeling left out. His mother, a woman he loved, was sharing a whole new and most intimate side to herself with an outsider, Pete was out of that loop. That was aside from the fact that she was being unfaithful to his dad, he was the one that had the rights to her feminine secrets.

Pete did not sleep much that night. Instead he set about finding out about Giles. Rather than contact him directly and tip him off, he connected with old friends that they had shared at school. One of whom lived in the same street as Giles' parents and was still in touch with the bastard. Apparently Giles lived two hundred miles away in Wrexham and was just home visiting for a couple of days. This told Pete two things, Giles screwing his mother was not a regular thing and assuming this was a brief encounter then his mother was an easy lay. The two facts sort of balanced out but Pete still felt pretty shitty.

He laid there thinking of ways to damage Giles in some way. Top of the list was to go and fuck the bastard's own mother. Pete shuddered at that thought as he recalled the rather bulky woman that he had known back in their school days. He remembered a time when he and a group of lads had discussed the fuckability of their various mothers. He had always had a thing for John Morris's mum, she was young and blonde and was often to be found doing leotard clad yoga in her living room. He remembered the ridiculous hard on her camel toe had given him. He did recall that quite a few of them had suggested his own mother as being their milf of choice, but he could not see it or his brain simply refused to go there.

Time passed. Days became weeks. Pete took to keeping an eye on his mother, her comings and goings her phone calls, her behaviour around his dad. Nothing was any different to how it had always been. He also checked on Giles' social media, he was obviously back in Wrexham and had not posted anything to indicate he had fucked a milf back home.

Weeks became months. Pete eased his vigilance but continued to check Giles whereabouts. He also got a new girlfriend. As an apprentice programmer he spent a couple of days at college each week, Fiona was in his class and they were paired up on various tasks. He thought she was probably out of his league so it took him a while but he eventually plucked up the courage to ask her out. She smiled and asked, "What took you so long?" Four dates later, they fucked.

Two years passed since his mother had revealed her inner slut. He was engaged to Fiona. He had a car, they were saving for a house. They were both doing well at their jobs. Life was good. Naturally that was not allowed to continue. His dad announced he had prostate cancer.

Twelve months later, his father's "They think they got it in time," proved woefully short of the mark. The funeral was well attended. His mother was heartbroken.

A few months rolled by and Fiona was pregnant. "Accidents happen," his mother had said. Fiona's parents held quite firm Catholic beliefs and insisted that the couple marry quickly. They sweetened the deal with a sizeable contribution to the couple's savings allowing Pete and Fiona to buy a small house. Shortly after the newly weds moved in, Fiona lost the baby. It was a devastating time for both of them. They struggled on for four years but the magic was gone and finally they plucked up the courage to admit they simply did not love each other. The divorce was an amicable affair. Pete let Fiona have the house, he kept the car.

Almost six years after he found his mother and Giles fucking, he stood on the same spot in the hallway. This time he had suitcases.

"You'll soon get back on your feet." His mother told him over dinner. "You can stay as long as you like, I've been lonely without your father." She reached across the table and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're a handsome single young man with a good job, you'll find someone new soon enough."

"I doubt it. But thanks." Pete looked at his mother. She had gained a few wrinkles and had a little less spark than before but she basically had not really changed. Ever since that day, years ago, he had regarded her as a woman, and he could appreciate her looks. "I could say the same thing to you. You're a good looking woman, early fifties, own house, decent pension, how come you haven't been snapped up?"

"Oh. I'm too old for all that. I'm comfortable and I have enough to keep me busy. Besides all the men my age are either married or fat and unfit. I must admit I do miss your dad, someone to cuddle and talk to."

There was a sadness in her eyes that tugged at Pete's heart. "Well I'm here now, you can talk to me, you can even give me a cuddle if you like."

His mother held his gaze and smiled. "We'll make out alright." She patted the back of his hand. The accidental double entendre went unnoticed.

Later that evening they sat on the couch in front of the TV but each lost in their own thoughts. Pete was in what he regarded as his father's seat. His mum shuffled across closer to him. "I'll take that cuddle now, if you don't mind?" Pete raised his arm and she snuggled into him, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. She shuffled closer. They sat like that for a long while, enjoying the human contact.

Pete thought that maybe his mother had dozed off but she suddenly broke the silence, "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

His brain raced through the possibilities. "Did I really want more peas? Or that I need to get a new razor?"

She shoved his side. "No silly, you said that I'm a good looking woman. Did you mean that."

"Of course I did."

"Good looking in what respect?"

"I'm not sure I understand the question."

"I mean good looking in what way or to who? I know I'm reasonably well groomed, I try to keep a figure of sorts and I spend enough on hair products to keep a factory going."

"I mean you are an attractive woman." He did not know what he was supposed to say.

"Attractive to who?"

"Attractive to people that like women." That seemed to satisfy her and they fell silent again.

"My problem," she started up again, "is that I don't really fancy older men by which I mean men as old as me."

"But dad was your age."

"He was, but he wasn't an old guy when I married him. He was really handsome back then. Don't get me wrong, I loved your father with all my heart but we were married a long time. The early lust in a relationship doesn't last forever." Pete shifted in his seat a little, this was getting a bit awkward. He chose not to comment and they fell into silence again.

A minute or two ticked by. "Do you think I look my age?" She asked.

"Women are tricky. It's really hard to pin an age on them." He was pretty sure she did look her age but then some forty somethings looked her age too.

"But do you?"

"I think you could easily pass for ten years younger." He added the 'easily' out of kindness and hoped it would stop this line of questioning.

"So you think I could land a forty something man?"

"Of course you could." Being a man he knew all too well she could land a teenager if she laid it on a plate but he knew from experience that she was well aware of that.

"Some thirty year olds go for forty somethings don't they?"

"I guess."

"What about you? Would you go for someone in their forties?"

This was getting weird. "It's not all about age."

"That's true, I suppose." His mother grasped his arm and lifted it away from her. "I need the loo."

Pete watched her leave the room and processed the conversation. He figured that his mother was basically asking him if it was OK for her to date younger men. She obviously had a penchant for them. He was not sure how he felt about that. He was sure that when she had fucked that bastard Giles while his dad was still alive he had not been happy about it. But that was more because of who it was and the fact that it was cheating, the age difference thing had not really been a part of it. He heard the toilet flush and decided to make them both a coffee.

"I hope you don't mind me asking those questions." She told him over the coffee.

"No," he lied.

"The fact is I'm not looking to replace your father as a husband. But it has been a little boring not having someone to go out and about with," she hesitated before continuing, "and of course there's the intimacy side of things." Pete suddenly decided there was a spot of dirt on his shirt that need his full attention. "You must know what I mean, has there been anyone since Fiona?"

The awful bottom line, that she was getting at, was that he had not had sex of any sort for over a year, his right hand was his best friend in the bedroom. "No. Not really."

"I think it's probably different for men but women do have urges too. I'll let you in on a secret." Pete really wished she would keep whatever was coming next to herself. "Your father and I didn't have sex for almost two years even before he got ill." That was news that Pete took notice of and maybe went a long way to explaining what he had witnessed all those years ago. "I think maybe your dad was ill a lot longer than anyone knew. We still loved one another but it wouldn't have been my first lifestyle choice."

"I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Of course you didn't know and there's nothing to be sorry about and the last thing I want is pity."

"Sorry." He apologised for apologising.

"Aren't we a couple of sad buggers." She laughed. "Well I'm going to wend my lonely way to bed. Can you lock up and turn stuff off?"

"No bother."

"Night night." She kissed the top of his head and left the room.

"Night."

His mother seemed content with the revelations made that evening. The next two days and nights were spent in just general chat, TV and a game of gin rummy. Friday night came around and his mother made a very good steak dinner and two bottles of red wine were opened. Halfway through the second bottle and over a second helping of lemon meringue his mother asked him, "Have you ever been on a dating app?"

"Not really. I looked at a couple but they don't let you see much unless you go through the full sign up rigmarole. I couldn't be arsed, besides I wouldn't know what to put about myself."

"I was looking at one today, but it was for older people, silver foxes or whatever they call them. I can't say I was impressed. They're all looking for soul mates and holiday companions and someone to look after them in their old age."

"Nothing wrong with that I guess."

"I suppose not but I'm only 53 I'm a long way off of rocking chairs by the fire."

"Can't you join a club or something? Go dancing maybe."

"Your dad and me did talk about taking ballroom lessons. There's a club for that."

"Well there you go then."

"No. There's always more women than men. I'd end up with a woman partner."

"Maybe but I'm guessing they do a bit of socialising afterwards."

"It'll still be a load of older folk. It's a pity there's nothing for mid thirties to forties, we could both go then, I don't suppose you'd object to a thirty something."

"With the state of my love life I'd settle for anything with a pulse."

"But would you be willing to come with me if I can think of something?"

"If it helps. But I'd feel a bit weird being my mother's wing man." He downed the last of the wine which bolstered his courage a bit. "Can we stop pussy footing around and call it what it is? Am I right in thinking you want to get laid?" It was not a question he ever envisaged asking his mother.

"That is a possible outcome. But not just me, I think we could both do with a little physicality." She was slurring her words a little.

"Can you imagine how awkward it would be if one of us got lucky and brought them home?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She got unsteadily to her feet. "I think I'm going to have an early night, all that food and wine has made me tired." She stood behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "We need to get on with life." She squeezed his shoulders then bent to kiss his cheek. Being a little light headed she had to steady herself and the kiss lasted a lot longer than either of them expected. "Well goodnight wingman."

"Goodnight mother." Pete sat for a while, his fingers touched the spot where she had kissed him, he was thinking how good her breasts had felt on his back when she had leaned to kiss him. Those thoughts were causing a little trouser action. "Oh. For fucks sake! Pull yourself together."

He lay in bed that night tugging at his erection and as had happened a hundred times before his mind was replaying the words and sounds emblazoned in his memory. "Fuck me Giles, Fuck my cunt. Come on my tits." He was not actually consciously thinking of his mother just the fact that it was some older woman with such ravenous urges. He would often attach the words to the camel toed, leotard wearing milf from his school days.

"I've had an idea." He announced over breakfast.

"It had to happen eventually," his mother teased.

"I was thinking where we could both go and mix with people of every age with the bonus of getting to check them out in a bit more detail." His mind was still full of camel toe leotards.

"Where might that be?"

"We should join a gym. It has the added benefit of us getting healthier."

His mother nodded her head appreciatively, "That's actually quite a good idea."

"So what do you think? Are we going to do it?"

"I don't think it could any harm, it is a good way of meeting people, maybe get a bit fitter." She sounded a little dismissive.

"Don't go overboard on the enthusiasm."

"No. I really do think we should do it. It's just that I had an idea of my own that's a bit more focused."

"Focused?"

"Well, I don't think either of us is really looking for a life partner. We just want a bit of fun. I know we had been drinking last night, and please don't get embarrassed now, but you did put your finger on it when you said I need to get laid. I think that's probably just as true for you." She laid her hand on his. Pete swallowed he was scared of what she was about to suggest. "So I was looking on the interweb last night. I think we should... Please don't be mad or embarrassed, this isn't easy for me either after all I am your mother and I'm sure society wouldn't view it as acceptable." She squeezed his hand a little. Pete stopped breathing as the pause seemed to last forever. "I think we should... join a swinger club."

It took a few moments for Pete to remember to breath and it resulted in a small gasp. Given the perverse thoughts that he had going through his head, the swinger club suggestion was actually a relief. "A swinger club?" He repeated, processing the idea and checking that he had heard her right.

"Yes. You're a big boy you must know what one is."

"I think I do. Don't you have to be married or at least be a couple?"

"That's the general idea, but apparently, they're happy to accept lone women, but there's absolutely noway I'd go on my own. At least not the first time."

"Do they take mother's and sons?"

"I don't know how they'd feel about it but they don't have to know. We could say we were a couple."

Pete looked doubtful. "We'd be a pretty odd couple. You're twice my age." His mother looked hurt and he realised a bit of backtracking was required. "I'm not saying you couldn't get a toy boy or that you're not attractive to younger men." She continued to look hurt. "I'm sorry it was a stupid thing to say, I'm trying to get my head around this, it's not everyday a son gets asked to escort his mother to a wife swapping club. It's a lot to process."

"Fair enough. Look, take some time to mull it over, I'll text you the link to the site I was looking at and you can tell me what you think." She tapped her phone a few times and Pete's phone went ping.

"I need a shower, I'll look at it after." Pete stood and tightened the belt of the bath robe he was wearing.

"And I need to go to the shops so I'll see you later." She kissed his cheek and went to get ready.

Back in his room, Pete dropped the damp towel on the floor. He lay naked on his bed and tapped the link on his phone. At first glance the site looked a bit like one a hotel or spa might have. But once the gallery opened it became obvious nobody would be getting any sleep. There were rooms that basically had mattresses for a floor, others resembled a dungeon, a public baths, a bar, sparsely furnished double bedrooms, a changing room, it generally struck him as quite seedy. The later pictures made the rooms look better as they were filled with naked or sexily dressed people, their faces were pixelated. He tried to envisage himself in the rooms with the women of all shapes and sizes, colours and ages. He was not overly keen on performing in such a large group and it did little for him, then he added his mother into the mix and was disturbed to find his penis beginning to show signs of life.

He scrolled to the membership details and costs. It did not seem that they did much by way of vetting and the monthly cost was quite high with yearly deals offering slight discounts, the one night trial offer was very expensive but refundable if you took on a full membership.

Overall it was not something he would normally consider. If he was still married there was no way he would want his wife anywhere near the place. But he was in a different situation now, his mother seemed intent on landing herself a toyboy. One thing he was sure of, was that he did not want anyone close to his age in this house making his mother scream "come on my tits," while Pete sat eating his dinner. The thought of hearing his mother's bed posts knocking while he was in the house definitely gave him the ick.

His mother handed him a beer. "So did you look? What do you think?"

"I did look." He wanted to let her down gently but opted for honesty. "I thought it looked a bit seedy. It's quite a way away and one of us wouldn't be able to drink if we were driving home and I'm sure I'd need a drink or ten to be able to go through with it."

His mother gave a laugh. "So that's a maybe then?"

"I'd have a problem having sex in a room full of people especially if one of them was my mother." He realised that just the thought of his mother having sex was having an effect in his trousers.

"There are smaller private rooms, you wouldn't have to go full on orgy."

"Maybe." He was far from convinced, he decided to meet her part of the way. "Look, if you're dead set on this then I'd be willing to accompany you. I could go in with you and get you comfortable, but I don't think I'm the fuck a complete stranger type."

"Oh. That's no good, I couldn't enjoy the full experience if you weren't up for it yourself. Besides if it comes to swapping partners you'd have to look after the female half."

"Mother, this isn't something I ever thought I'd have to say to you, but the fact is, I doubt there's many hetro men on the planet that wouldn't want to have sex with you. You are a milf. Older guys with younger women, the women is a gold digger. Younger guys with older women, the guy is a lucky bastard. It's just the way it works."

"Oh. That's the nicest thing you ever said to me." She laughed. "But I'm not so desperate that I need my son to drive me to an orgy and then have him wait in the car while I get 'seen to'. I just thought it would be fun for both of us." Pete hoped that would draw a line under it and maybe give it an hour then raise the gym membership idea again.

"I did look at another site last night." She suggested. Pete's heart sank. "It's more like a dating site not a seedy club."

"And?"

"And it's for couples looking to meet other couples."

"Wife swapping?"

"Basically. Yes."

"I wont mention again the fact that we're not a couple."

"I don't think it matters. We can look at the profiles, chat with them a bit then I guess we meet up. As long as there's an attraction I don't suppose it matters what our status is."

"I think you're pushing the bounds a bit. I think it would be obvious that we're not in that sort of relationship."

"Well I admit you'll have to call me Linda instead of mum or mother and we might have to hold hands."

"I'm already feeling uncomfortable."

"You wont try it?"

"What calling you Linda and holding your hand?"

"No, the whole website thing."

"If it means that much to you I'll have a look."

"We should look together, it's only any good if we both like a couple."

"If we must." Pete sighed, he wanted 'Linda' to get it out of her system.

"Goodboy. You get us some wine, I'll get my I-pad we can both see that on the sofa."

He was surprised at how happy she seemed. "She must really need a shag," he thought.

Five minutes later they settled on the sofa and his mother loaded the site. "Do we have to register?" Pete asked doubtfully.

"We do if we want to message anyone, see faces or do a search. But we can look at blurred out pics and read the profiles. I was surprised how many couples were on it."

"Half of them are probably made up."

"Don't be so negative. Look at this pair. He's 42 she's only 35. You could surely go for a 35 year old?"

"Not if she's got a face like a badger's arse I couldn't."

"Well their faces are blurred out but they look to have quite fit bodies. She's quite a big girl up top. Men like that don't they?"

The woman in the picture appeared to have shoulder length red hair and was wearing an oriental style tight fitting dress, she did indeed appear to have big tits. "I'm not particularly keen on big boobs to be honest, I prefer smaller ones."

"I always wanted a bigger chest but your dad said more than a handful is a waste."

"TMI."

She nudged him in the ribs. "Don't such a prude, you're going to have to play my boyfriend."

Pete read the profile. "It says they've been swapping for three years, their interests include mild bondage and dogging."

"I'm guessing that's a position?"

"No it's having grubby men watch you have sex in a car park."

"Oh dear." Pete was surprised that the words did not match her face, she looked to be genuinely imagining that scenario as something she might like.

"Next." He nudged her back encouraging her to move to another couple. She did and rapidly advanced four pages, rapidly dismissing the men, "Too old, too fat, too old. Look this one has a kilt on, she scrolled again, "Scotland is too far."

"They do have Scots in England," he pointed out.

"There's plenty more to look through."

They spent a full two hours browsing the couples. Most of them were of no interest, to one or both of them. Some had nude pictures but mostly they appeared to be sexily dressed, many of the women opting for lingerie shots, a lot of the men included cock pics but like the faces they were blurred out. His mother was actually taking notes, scribbling down the reference numbers of the couples they both agreed on.

"How many more are there?" Pete asked. He had just realised that he had a semi in his pants that was in danger of becoming a bit obvious. Ogling near naked women's bodies with his mother was having an effect.

"We can stop if you like, I've written eight couples down. So what do you think? That's eight women you fancy. Wouldn't you like to meet some of them?"

"Some?"

"Well one at a time. Obviously."

"That's eight women whose faces I haven't seen and we have no idea where in the country they are and we already know that they're a bit weird because they're on that site."

"They're on that site because they know what they want. Nothing wrong with that."

"Maybe."

"Shall we register, I'll pay."

"I'm not convinced. We'll have to write a profile, and upload pictures."

"Some of them just had face pictures. We could do that."

"You skipped over all the ones with just face pictures," he pointed out.

"True. But they were blurred out. I must admit the ones with more pictures did grab the attention."

"I don't have any recent pictures that don't have Fiona in them."

"I don't have any pictures this side of 50. We'll have to take some."

"What do we put for interests? Nobody mentioned cooking & gardening. It was all bondage, golden showers and," he stopped himself, he was too embarrassed to say oral sex and anal to his mother.

"We could come up with a list, we just have to be broadminded."

"No chance." He thought to himself. There was no way he was going to admit to his mother and the world, that he quite liked pegging. Fiona had suggested it and he had gone along with it one drunken Saturday night, he had enjoyed it more than he was prepared to acknowledge. "Maybe we could. If we'd had enough to drink," he told his mother.

"I'm going to do it, I'm signing up." She reached beside the sofa to retrieve her purse from her handbag. "I'll join now, we can fill in our details later."

"What names are you going to use? We're not pretending to be married are we?"

"Good point. I'll have to use my real name because it's on my debit card, you can pick a surname." Pete was flustered, he was not convinced any of this was a good idea but his mother seemed so enthusiastic he did not want to disappoint her.

"So Linda Monroe and Peter?" He thought a while.

"How about my maiden name? Brown?"

It was easily remembered. "OK. Peter Brown."

"Right I'll fill in the registration, will you go set the dishwasher going?"

Pete sat in the kitchen thinking over the madness that he had agreed to. Twenty minutes later his mother joined him. "It's done. We're members. We can edit our profile and add some pictures. I put you down as interested in women from 21 to 50."

"Thanks." He did not sound overly grateful.

"I said 21 to 40 for me."

"21! Jesus I'm 28. You can't do that. That's..."

"Don't be such a fuddy duddy. This is just about attraction and, not to mince words, sex. If it should happen, then I'd rather have a virile young man than a clapped out old bank manager."

"So you're hoping we meet ourselves? A young guy and his older mother?"

"It's not impossible. You did say you wouldn't mind an older lady. I think it's more likely we find a couple the same age as each other but you never know. Exciting isn't it?"

"Nerve wracking is nearer the mark."

She kissed the top of his head. "I'm off to bed, I don't want to look tired in my pictures. In fact in the morning I want you to help me pick what I should wear for my picture. I can't wait." She clapped her hands excitedly.

"Night."

"Oh and now we're members we can see the full details and pictures. "I scrubbed two off our list, I'm not a fan of tattoos, especially on the face and the other one had a squint, It's shallow of me but I don't care. Night night."

It was Sunday morning and Pete was staying in bed, that was until his mother tapped on the door and called, "Are you decent?"

Hurriedly, he checked that last night's spunk filled tissues were well out of sight. "Yes."

His mother opened the door. "Are you getting up? We have things to do."

He had hoped she might have had second thoughts but it did not sound likely. "Pictures?"

"Absolutely, so have a shower and smarten yourself up," she left, closing the door behind her, "and get a shave."

He refused to go overboard, shower, shave, a clean pair of jeans and a plain white shirt would have to do. His choice seemed to please his mother. "Very handsome Mr Brown." She kissed his cheek. "You fill that shirt very nicely, she squeezed his biceps and patted his chest, "Just the ticket."

Despite feeling very uncomfortable he went along with his mother's directions while she took numerous photos in various poses and rooms, ending with one in the garden where with a great deal of cajoling and persuasion he agreed to take his shirt off. "If you've got it, flaunt it." She smiled.

Pete was not happy about posing for the pictures especially when it was his mother taking them, he was even less happy about having to take similar pictures of his mother. Throughout the little photo session she had been telling him to look sexy, to look smouldering, to show his muscles and the like, how was he supposed to do that to his mum?

"My turn." She announced. "You need to come and advise me what to wear." She was obviously loving this. He followed her into the house and up to her bedroom where she threw open her wardrobe. "Now you need to be honest, I want to look good to someone younger."

"When it comes down to it, it's all a matter of personal taste."

"Obviously."

"I mean, whatever you wear is going to convey a type. Like that black skirt and jacket shouts secretary, that flowery dress, and I'm sorry but, it says grandmother."

His mothers face fell a little, "I really like that dress."

"I'm sorry, you said I had to be honest. That's not to say it's a bad choice, there are guys that would really go for that look."

"Well you pick for me."

"I like you in your normal clothes, but that's because they make you look like my mother."

"I want to look sexy. What were the women wearing that you liked on the site?"

"I seem to remember one was wearing nothing at all and the rest were in lingerie of some kind."

His mother thought a while, "I didn't really notice, I was looking at the men and we were racing through an awful lot of them." She paused before making her mind up. "Right, we're going shopping."

"What? What for?"

"I don't have any decent underwear. Clean and functional maybe, but nothing sexy this side of ten years old."

"You can't be serious, you're not going on the internet in just your bra and knickers."

"No I'm not. There will probably be stockings and garter belts, maybe a corset." Her face lit up. "Maybe a bustier."

Pete had no idea what that was but this was all taking a seriously uncomfortable route. "You expect me to take pictures of you in your underwear?"

"Yes. Why not?"

"Because you're my mother, is why not."

"Oh, don't be such a prude. You've seen me in a bikini."

"15 years ago maybe."

"Please Peter. If I could take the photos myself I would. Besides, even if I did, you'd see them on our profile page."

"That makes it worse, when you're there for the world to see."

"Why Mr Brown, are you jealous?" She teased.

Pete was not sure what he was feeling, maybe he was jealous, he was definitely uncomfortable. "No. Of course not."

"No more arguments, we can nip into town and you can help me choose."

His heart sank. "The day just keeps getting better and better."

In town, his heart sank further when the walked straight past Marks and Spencer and towards Silk River the window display suggested they did not do sensible big pants. Pete jerked when his mother took his hand. "Come on Peter Brown we may as well get a bit of practice in." She led him into the shop. He doubted he had ever blushed so much in his life, he felt like he was burning up.

The shop was small, just a room with a couple of fitting rooms behind curtains. Two shop assistants hovered around the three women customers. One of the customers was talking to an assistant, another was thumbing through the hangers the other one was holding up a frilly bra and knicker set but on seeing Pete looking at her she put it back on the rack and left.

"Can I help you?" The free assistant asked them, looking first at his mother than at Pete then quickly back again. Pete noted the definite double take. Apparently his mother did too as she squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"We want some lingerie." The 'we' wiped away any doubt from all concerned as to the relationship.

"Certainly Madam. Do you have anything in mind?"

"I'm not sure, maybe you'd like to suggest something?" Pete was horrified to find it was him she was talking to." The twinkle in his mother's eye showed she was loving his embarrassment.

"I'm no expert in such things." He managed to say.

"How about something classical?" The assistant suggested. She waved an arm at the back wall. "Simple but elegant. Suitable for any occasion."

"Come on darling let's take a look." His mother said to him leading him to the rails. The assistant followed behind.

"Any idea what colour you'd prefer?"

"I like a cream or very pale yellow." His mother informed her. Pete could not help but wince. "What would you prefer darling?" His mother asked him.

Pete determined to get this done as quickly as possible. "If that's what you feel comfortable in then that's what you should get."

His mother sensed that she was being fobbed off. "But is it what you would prefer?"

"Personally I'd go for something darker, black even."

"Black is the classic sexy look." The assistant added.

"Black it is then." His mother agreed.

"What size bra would you require?"

I'm a 34" but I'm somewhere between a B and C cup. Normally I wear a padded C for comfort but I think maybe I could squeeze the girls into a B."

The assistant picked up a couple of bra and knicker sets. "How about these? They have a lovely lace detail."

"What do you think darling? Would you like me in these?" His mother turned the screw.

"I'm sure you'd look lovely." He managed to say.

"Would you need a garter belt? Stockings?" The assistant asked.

"Absolutely, in for a penny in for a pound." She looked at the price tag and raised her eye brows, "Or seventy five pounds in this case."

"They are the highest quality madam. We have some more economical options if you desire."

"No. These are fine."

The assistant handed her a garter belt. "The stockings are by the till. Would you like to try these items on?"

"Yes." His mother entered a cubicle and drew the curtain. Pete stood awkwardly examining his shoes.

The rustling behind the curtain went on for what seemed an age, before his mothers face appeared around the curtain. "Come and see what you think."

Pete looked at the assistant, who apparently thought it was the most natural thing in the world for a woman to be asking. Pete was pretty sure she would have a different opinion if she new the truth. The assistant indicated with a wave of her arm that he should join his companion in the cubicle. He wanted to say "I'm sure they're fine."

"Come on darling hurry it up." His feet made their own mind up and he found himself peering around the curtain. "Don't be silly come on in." The treacherous feet moved forward and he found himself next to his mother in a state of undress in the sexiest getup he had ever seen. They looked at each other in the full length mirror. He couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage until he noticed the flare of her hips, her black silk covered sex framed by the frills of her garter belt. This was his mother for fucks sake.

"Well what do you think?" He dare not say what he thought. "Will these do? Do I look sexy?"

"Fuck yes." His mouth insisted on betraying his true feelings. His cock was hardening rapidly and he needed to get out of there.

"So shall I try the others on?" Pete was not sure his heart would hold out if she did.

"No need. These are good."

"Well if you're sure." Pete was already backing out through the curtain.

A few minutes later the garments were back on their hangers in a classy little carrier bag along with two pairs of stockings. They walked back to his car. His mother insisted that they hold hands on the way. "You're not ashamed to be seen with your old mum are you?"

There was no answering that other than with a "No of course not."

"The women in the shop didn't think we were out of the question as a couple. That older woman buying knickers looked positively jealous."

"I know there are lots of younger men with older women. But they're not mothers and sons." He lifted her hand with his. "This just feels a bit weird."

"Don't be silly. I like it."

"It's going to be even weirder if we actually go meet some people."

"It's just a bridge that needs to be crossed when we get to it. It will be fun. Our little secret." He was not convinced.

Back at home they had coffee at the kitchen table. The carrier bag sat on the table between them. "Well I suppose my pictures will have to be taken in my bedroom. I'm not having the neighbours see me in that get up in the garden."

"If you put the pictures on the net, the whole world will be able to see you."

His mother thought about it for a few seconds. "If it makes you jealous I wont do it."

Pete recognised this was an out. He could put a stop to it all right here and now. He actually knew there was a big element of jealousy involved and he did not understand it. Did he have the right to be jealous of something like this? Why was he feeling jealous? It was not like his wife or girlfriend was exposing herself, this was his mother, he had no rights to her body. Finally he forced himself to say, "No. It's fine."

"Shall I tell you a secret?"

He wanted to say no, absolutely not, but it came out as, "If you want to."

"The thought of lots of strangers looking at sexy pictures of me, turns me on a bit."

"Mother that's just too much information!"

"Just being honest. If that bothers you, just wait till we make a list of what we like for the profile. I've worked up quite a list." She laughed.

"Oh for fucks sake. And what about if it's not just strangers? What if people you know see them?"

"Well I guess if they do, it's because they're interested in doing what we're doing. I'm not ashamed."

She finished her coffee and picked up the carrier. "Right, here I go. I'll put this lot on and sort my hair and makeup. It's a big job these days, so I'll be a while. I'll give you a shout when I'm ready."

Almost an hour later Pete pushed his mother's bedroom door open. He was nervously looking at the floor aware that his mother was standing by the far side of the bed. "So how do you want me?"

He didn't look up. "However you want."

"You can look at me, I think it will make taking the photos easier." She teased. Pete forced his eyes up to find his mother wrapped in a silky pink dressing gown tied at the waste. "I was thinking of a couple on the bed, and maybe an artsy one by the full length mirror, front and back in one shot? Just click away and I'll pick my favourites. So use my phone and I can go through them."

"Sounds like a plan." He was happy that he wouldn't have to direct his mother too much, if at all.

His mum was trying to undo her dressing gown belt. "Bloody thing. I put a double knot in it, I've pulled it too tight, I can't undo it. Can you help?"

"Sure." Pete dropped the phone on the bed. He stood before his mother and picked at the knot. He realised his hands were shaking. He was in the process of stripping the clothes off of his mother to reveal her 'take no prisoners' lingerie that had given him a hard on a few hours earlier. He was fighting the thought that he was feeling turned on by his own mother, but his cock was telling a different story. They were just inches apart, the back of his fingers were rubbing against her soft abdomen, her oh-so familiar scent seemed intensified.

His thoughts were interrupted. "Should I cut it?"

"Err. No. Got it." The knot gave way and he pulled it apart. The robe fell open a few inches to reveal what he knew to be underneath. If this had not been his mother he would have pushed her on the bed and fuck the consequences or maybe he would do that because this was his mother. He shook his head to try and clear his thoughts.

"Are you OK? You look a little flustered."

"I'm fine. It's very warm in here."

"I turned the heating up a little, didn't want goosebumps. Shall we get started. She was handing him the phone, somehow the dressing gown was now on the floor. His mother stood there, to Pete she looked like an orgasm waiting to happen. He knew without a doubt that this was the sight that he would be wanking his cock off to at the next possible chance. He could hear the memory. "Fuck me. Come on my tits."

In the changing room her lingerie had looked fabulous, but now it was complete with stockings in the privacy of his mothers own bedroom. His heart was pounding and he actually found himself thinking 'control yourself it's your mother'.

His mother crawled onto the bed showing her rump to him. He wished he had the phone ready. He needed to capture that view. His excitement outweighed his reluctance. "Hold that pose." He found his mouth saying. He sorted the camera out and clicked a couple of shots.

"I'm sure nobody is interested in my wrinkly old bum."

"It's not wrinkly. It's beautiful."

"Aww. Thank you, I'll make you an opticians appointment." She laughed and looked back at him, he clicked a couple more.

"Can I lay down now?"

"Do whatever you feel like, I'll just click away." So she did, and he did.

Over the course of the next ten minutes he watched his mother on the phone screen, wriggling and rolling and posing. On her back, on her side, on her front, on hands and knees, sat up, even standing on the bed. She looked to the distance, she looked into the lens, she looked at her body. For a few moments she actually cupped her breasts and blew a kiss at the camera. Pete clicked and zoomed till his fingers were sore. He had a raging hard on. He was utterly in lust with his mother.

"Have we got enough?" She giggled.

There could never be enough. "I guess so. How about the arty ones by the mirror?"

"Worth a try." His mother went and stood by the full length mirror. Pete framed it so that he could see her from behind and the reflection of her front. A few more poses and pouts and his mother called a halt. "That must be enough."

"Probably." He was wondering if he dare mention the topless and nude shots that they had seen on the website.

"Oh well. Leave my phone on the bed and I'll put some more clothes on. I'll go through the pictures after dinner. There must be a couple of usable ones of my withered old frame."

Shit. Her phone. Pete was desperately thinking of a reason that she should send the pictures to him. He had an urgent use for all of them, it was nearly bursting through his underpants. His brain let him down.

"Thanks for that." She said.

"Anytime." He meant it.

He left the room and went straight to his bedroom to release the beast. It was the first time he had ever allowed himself to picture his mother outright while tugging one out. The guilt he felt was nothing to the mountain of pent up lust he felt. It was a matter of seconds before he was spurting a huge load into a fist full of quickly grabbed tissues. He felt a wave of relief but knew it would be short lived.

After dinner, his mother sat on the sofa, she uploaded four of the pictures she had taken of her son to their profile page. "Our profile is set to hidden." She told him. Then she set about trawling through the hundred or so pictures he had taken of her. "What do you think of this one?" She asked him.

"It's good." He thought they were all good. After forty minutes she had selected five and uploaded them.

"Don't get rid of the others," he told her.

"Why not?"

"Just in case we need more." It was the best he could come up with. He wanted ten minutes alone with that phone.

"You know there is one we haven't done yet" She told him.

"Which one?"

"We should do one with both of us in it. It would prove we are a genuine couple."

"You mean it would strength the lie."

"Maybe so, but we could just do a quick selfie here on the sofa."

"OK. We've gone this far. It can't do any harm I suppose." His mother shuffled across the sofa to make room for him. Then snuggled up to him. She held her phone at arms length and he leaned in.

"You could put your arm around me." He was happy to do it. She snapped a couple. Then she planted an exaggerated kiss on his cheek and snapped a couple more. "You had your eyes closed on that one." She complained. "Look." He turned his head to see and she kissed him on the lips, snapping a picture as she did. The kiss caught him totally off guard, it was little more than a peck but it set his heart racing.

She uploaded a couple of the new selfies then switched on her tablet. "Now we can finish off the blurb. It'll be easier on this. The only bit missing is the preferences." She turned to him. "So Mr Brown, what are your sexual preferences?"

"No chance."

"I've done mine."

"Let me see."

"Not till you do yours. If you're embarrassed I'll let you type it. But I'll see it later anyway."

He was more than a little interested to see what his mother had put, "OK. I'll type mine. It wont take long, female capable of lying down."

"You have to be a bit more specific." She handed him the tablet. "I'll leave you to it, I'll go do the dishwasher."

Pete, scrolled up to his mother's part of the page. He looked at the photos she had chosen. His cock agreed with three of the five. The kissing photo was actually very good but is disturbed him, it seemed to depict a relationship that went beyond mother and son.

Then he read her preferences. It was a real eye opener. Not many sons get to know their mother's sexual interests included threesomes, foursomes, groups, cos play, role play, handcuffs, hair pulling, oral giving and taking, mutual masturbation and she was open to trying golden showers, outdoors and anal. The list went on. Her favourite positions were doggy, cowgirl and missionary. Further down the page he learned that her pubic hair was trimmed.

"Jesus." He stared at the the heading, Peter Brown Sexual Preferences. "How do I compete with that?" He decided to pick a few from his mother's list that way she could not tease him. "Threesomes, everybody dreams of a threesome. Oral giving definitely." Pete loved going down on a girl. He thought he better pad the list out a bit so he put oral receiving as well although it had never really done much for him, maybe his wife was doing it wrong. Mutual masturbation? He was not sure what that meant. It occurred to him that mutual could mean doing each other or just doing it along side someone which was not something he had done, but he did love fingering a girl and hand jobs. He decided he was willing to try anal, his wife had always made it clear that her bum was strictly one way traffic so Pete never found out whether he liked it or not. Missionary and cow girl were definitely his favourite positions, not very imaginative but very functional. One thing he was not putting down was pegging, he had loved that when Fiona had done it to him but there was no way he was telling the world especially his mother.

"Are you done?" His mother returned carrying coffee.

"I put some stuff down."

"So shall we go live?"

"If you insist."

"Don't be like that. I want us both to enjoy this. It could be a lot of fun. I think we deserve some fun."

"I'm willing to go along with it."

She picked up the tablet and found the button. "OK. 3.2.1. Blast off." She pressed the publish button. "There now all these couples can see us. I wonder if anyone will ever get in touch." Her question was answered almost immediately as the messages icon flashed a 1. "Gosh that was quick."

"Too quick. It'll be a bot or a creep."

"You're probably right." She pushed the read message button, it was obviously a cut and pasted message, it claimed to have been interested in them for some time blah blah blah.

"Let's drink our coffee. Maybe we could consider messaging someone ourselves. You never properly saw the ones we looked at before we joined." She continued to look at her tablet. "I see we have some shared interests."

"Mother!"

"It's Linda when we're doing website business. And don't be so uptight. I've spent a lifetime repressing some desires, at my age I can't afford to waste time. There are things I want to do before it's too late."

"Well I don't need to know."

"I haven't done half the things I put down, but I'm open to try new things."

"You'd let someone pee on you?"

"Maybe? Or I'd pee on them. It's no big deal it's just a bit of wee. Everybody does it several times a day. It's sharing a very personal intimate moment that makes it exciting."

"If you say so."

"I've never been particularly wayward in the bedroom, me and your dad were very, I think the phrase is, vanilla. But now I'd like to experiment a bit, see what I've been missing."

They spent another half hour browsing the couples, it was a lot better now that the full details were available to view. Pete found himself more interested in initially viewing the male half of the couples. He had become very protective of his mother. Now that they could see the complete pictures, he thought that their own pics stacked up pretty well. His mother was in charge of the tablet and he noted that she always lingered on the profiles containing a dick pick. "I don't think posting pictures of your junk is very classy." He said, in an attempt to drag her attention away from the giant erection currently on display.

"No. Perhaps not." She said thoughtfully. "But I bet it's mostly the women who get final say in who they meet and it's nice to know what you're getting. Although not knowing makes it more like opening a present. On balance I think most women would want to play safe and know."

"I must admit I do find the women in lingerie a lot sexier than the totally nude ones splayed out like a butchers shop window, it does add an air of mystery."

"Tut. A butchers shop window. Don't be so course."

"You know what I mean."

"For a woman, size does matter. That's not to say bigger is better, it's how much they feel comfortable with. I think I'm more likely to go for a couple that have a picture of his bits than not. Maybe you should do one?" Pete stared open mouthed at her. "I'm just saying, if I think that way then maybe the other women think that way too and we'd stand more chance."

"No way. End of subject."

His mother ignored that. "I'm sure you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Mother! I can't believe we're having this conversation."

"I'm not saying I want you to model it for me, you can surely take a selfie of some sort."

"Which you and the rest of the world would see on our page."

"You haven't got anything I haven't seen before."

"Maybe not but there's more of it now. How would you feel if I said we needed a nude shot of you?"

"If I thought displaying my wrinkly old bits would help I might consider it."

"From the bits I have seen that's not a fair description."

"Oh! Do you really think so, thank you."

The I-Pad bleeped. "Ooo we have a message." His mother tapped the screen then burst out laughing. "Well there you are. Tim and Helen from Bristol are interested in our profile but Helen would like to see a picture of your penis before going any further."

"For fucks sake!"

"You could just send one directly, it needn't go on the profile. I could put 'Penis picture on request' on the profile.

"No."

"I could add 'Breast picture on request' too if it makes you more comfortable." She offered.

That made him seriously think about it. The way he was feeling he would go a long way to see his mother's tits. "I'm not ruling it out but Bristol is way too far, we're not going to be meeting Tim and Helen anytime soon."

His mother clicked on Tim and Helen's link and the page popped open. They were an average looking couple in their late forties, their pictures included very dark full nudes. "He's got a bit of a paunch," his mother said doubtfully, "she looks quite nice though, look she's shaved."

"I'd rather not." He still could not get over sitting here with his mother examining porn.

"I'll send them a thanks but no thanks. No harm in being polite."

"Do you like it when women shave, you know, down there." She pointed to her groin.

"Mother! You're doing it again."

"Well I'm interested in what men want."

"We're all different."

"Well which are you?"

"If you must know, I prefer hair. Shaved make it look like a kid."

"Tidy or untouched."

"Fiona used to just do her bikini line and that was fine by me." He immediately felt guilty about letting that intimate little detail out about his ex wife who would not be happy about having her pubes described to her mother in law.

"I grew up in the seventies, we all had hair down to our knees in those days, they didn't do razors for women. It was all scissors and hair removal cream, for those that could be bothered." She continued to scroll through profiles.

"I think I'm going to bed." He said. He was once again looking at his mother and thinking of her in that lingerie and sitting next to her he could see the steady rise and fall of her breasts in her tight black jumper. He was pretty sure her nipples were protruding.

"OK. I'll come up in a bit." He stood and picked up his cup to take to to kitchen. "What do you think of these two? They only live about twenty five miles away, that's not far." He sighed and sat back down heavily. His mother passed the tablet to him. His eyes were instantly drawn to the very attractive black woman in a gold bikini. His instant thoughts were 'I would'. He glanced across at the man who was a well groomed white man with blonde hair. "Michael and Becky, he's 35 and she's 38." He read aloud. He scrolled down there were more pictures all clothed but they looked like a very attractive normal couple. "Normal's a loose term given they're on this site," he thought to himself. He scrolled a little further, and read their preferences. Becky was bi. The thought of her and his mother doing the dirty had him wriggling in his seat. But he realised for him to witness that, he would have to be there too. There was no way he was going to be participating in anything with his mother. Imagination is one thing but reality doesn't work that way. "It says she is bi."

"You mean she likes boys and girls? A lot of women do. I've never really thought about being with a girl. Although me and my friend did used to practice kissing when we were growing up, but we were just kids, it didn't mean anything. Anyway bi means she likes men too so that doesn't change anything."

He read on. "Threesomes, foursomes, swinging, oral, blindfolds. Nothing too outlandish for this site."

"I like him. He's half Swedish. He's got a good body." Pete did not want to know. The weird jealousy reared its head. If his mother was going to fuck someone, he did not want to know about it.

"Have you thought about the actual mechanics of this?" He asked.

"You mean what goes where? Didn't your father have that talk with you? I thought you were married?"

"Not what, who. I mean who goes where? There is no way we can be in the same room as each other."

"No, I know. I did think about that. I just assumed each couple would get a room and just swap. Or maybe even go to each others house."

"Just so long as we're on the same page."

"I am aware, that us being who we are, makes this more than a little strange and awkward. But we have to work with what we have." She patted his knee.

He took one more look at the bikini clad Nubian goddess in the vain hope that he might be able to replace visions of his mother with the black skinned beauty. "Not a chance," he thought and headed to bed for his incestuous wank.

It was Monday morning and Pete was in a hurry to get to work. "Have you time for breakfast?" his mother asked.

"Not really, I'll pour my coffee in my travel cup." He said while he did just that.

"I messaged that couple last night." It took Pete a few moments to put those words to the faces. "In fact I swapped quite a few messages with Becky. She's nice, very friendly, she bakes cakes."

"I haven't got time right now." He was fighting his way into his jacket.

"She seems very keen on you."

"That's nice. Tell me later."

"Apparently her husband has a thing for older ladies."

"Congratulations."

"We said we'd speak on the phone later today, when she's at lunch."

"I have to go. It's all moving bit quick, please don't go all in."

"No harm in chatting."

"Bye." He rushed to his car. Back on schedule he relaxed a little and his mind wandered to the images of Becky. Was it really possible that he could possibly meet and fuck her? Unbelievable. Then he remembered the flip side and imagined the handsome Swedish bloke mauling his mother. Becky certainly took the edge off his angst.

The day passed slowly, Pete's mind was occupied with the events of the past few days. It had all gone too far. He should have just point blank refused to have anything to do with it. He had hoped his mother would come to her senses but it was too late now. He could not let her down. Besides she might yet change her mind. Again there was always the outside chance that he would get to fuck the lovely Becky, he thought she would be a decent consolation prize.

"She's really easy to talk to." His mother told him. "I'm sure you'd like her. Apparently they've done it with two couples before and met one of those more than once but they've moved away now. They have an Audi and he's an accountant for a textile company." She sat and wondered what other facts she could share from the jumble in her head. "Oh and they're binge watching Game of Thrones because they missed some of the third series the first time around. I did actually say hello to Michael, he goes home for lunch, he had a nice voice but it was literally just an hello."

"Can I take my jacket off now?" Having arrived home, Pete had only got as far as the kitchen door.

"Of course you can darling." She kissed his cheek. "Yes. I have a good feeling about them."

"Did she ask about 'us'?"

"I said we had been together for three years and you moved into my house. We are very much in love but understand that monogamy is an outdated concept." Pete was surprised how much thought had gone into that.

"She wasn't curious about the age gap?"

"No, why would she be. She's older than Michael."

"She's only three years older than Michael not twenty five years."

"The heart wants what the heart wants. Women understand these things. Anyway I hope you haven't got to work late tomorrow." Pete's heart sank.

"Why?" He asked with an ominous feeling of impending doom.

"Because we said we may as well meet up, no point waiting."

"Meet up how? Where? What for?"

"Don't panic. Just meet up at a pub, The Dog and Ferret, it's half way between both our houses. We can get some dinner and have a chat."

"Dinner and a chat. Are you sure that's all?"

"Absolutely, apart from anything else it's a pub what else could it be? Plus you and them all work. She's a teaching assistant by the way. So you all have to be up early."

This was not the worst idea as far as Pete was concerned. Meeting up for drinks and food seemed like a safe option. Maybe his mother would get it out of her system when confronted by actual flesh and blood people.

"OK. I can be home a bit earlier tomorrow, give me a chance to clean myself up."

"There was one other little thing."

"I can tell from your voice that 'little thing' isn't going to cover it."

"It's nothing really. It's just that Becky asked me if I would like or need to see a picture of Michael's thingy."

Pete's lungs deflated. "You didn't?" He knew what was coming next.

"Well it would have been rude not to offer. I said that I would very much like to see a picture and would be happy to send her one of yours or maybe my breasts for Michael. She said if I was willing to show my breasts than she should too."

"For fucks sake!"

"Anyway, she said she would love to receive pictures of both your whatsit and my breasts. I told her not to bother sending her breasts because you liked the mystery. Thinking about it, maybe it was her who wanted my breast picture. Anyway, no matter."

"No matter?"

"I already took mine. Well I took about ten trying to get the best angle. One of them looks OK. And she sent Michael's picture almost straight away. It's very nice actually. I told her you wouldn't be home till later so she'd have to watch this space for our pictures."

"Jesus Christ."

"I don't think it's a deal breaker, I mean whatever our bits look like I'm sure they'll meet us anyway. But it would be rude not to do it now that I said we would. It would make us look like we're unreliable." Pete just stood shaking his head. "How long do you think it will take you?" she asked.

"To do what?"

"To, you know, get an," she was struggling to find a friendly word, she lowered her voice to a confidential whisper, "to get a stiffy?"

"I can 1000% guarantee that I am the only son in Britain that has just heard his mother ask how long it will take him to get a hard on."

"It's a simple enough question. It's just that I've got a fish pie in the oven and it will be ready in fifteen minutes. If you need longer you can do it after dinner. No rush."

"Under these circumstances I doubt it'll ever work again."

"Oh I'm sure that's not true. Just look at the pictures of Becky, I'm a woman and she practically gives me an erection."

"Fucking hell mother!" Pete stormed out and went to get changed.

Dinner was eaten in near silence. She wanted to ask but thought better of it. She made some coffee for them both, "Should we have it in the living room?"

"If you like."

They went through to the next room. Pete sat in the chair away from his mother on the sofa. "Are you angry with me?" She sounded quite sorrowful.

"To be perfectly honest I don't know how I'm feeling."

"I know I've been a bit pushy."

"More than a bit."

"I just thought it would be something we could do together."

"Mother, day trips to the seaside, tennis, jigsaw puzzles, decorating are things we can do together. Buying lingerie, taking sexy pictures, joining swinger sites, pretending to be a couple and wife swapping with strangers just isn't normal behaviour for a mother and son."

"I suppose not."

"I've seen a totally different side to you over the past week that I barely knew existed. It's a bit of a shock."

"I'm only human."

"I'm human too. The boundary lines have moved so far I'm not sure where they are any more. You had me thinking things about you that sons aren't supposed to think.

"What things?"

"Things like how fucking hot you were in that lingerie, I genuinely had to make an effort to keep my hands off of you."

"Aww sweetie, I didn't realise. I'm sorry."

"It's bizarre and sexy and frustrating all at the same time."

"I must admit I was feeling quite aroused by our little photo session, maybe that was a step too far."

Then tonight I come home and you're asking me to go take a dick pic for some woman. It's not a normal thing for a mother to do. I just don't know where the red line is any more."

"I'm sorry. Really I am. I just got caught up in the excitement of it all. It's been so long since I had anything to do with that side of life, I miss it and at my age you become aware that time is running out. I know it's all been a bit extreme. Obviously we can't be physical." She thought a moment then looked at him straight in the eye. "However much we might want to be." The last bit hung in the air for an age.

"Fuck it. Give me your phone." He held out his hand.

"Are you going to take our profile down?"

"No." He walked out and up the stairs to his room.

He tapped in her PIN and opened the photo folder. All the picture they had taken yesterday. He quickly emailed the entire folder to himself, dropped his trousers then settled on the bed. He scrolled through the dozens of pictures pausing briefly to zoom in on various ones. All the while he massaged his dick with his free hand. He was hard in a minute. But the one that had the biggest effect was the one that appeared to show them in a full kiss. The next picture was of Michael's erect cock. In Pete's opinion it was a reasonable size and shape, he thought that maybe it was a bit thicker than his own but a little shorter, it was definitely a bit darker in skin tone.

Then he saw the pictures his mother had taken of her own breasts. He nearly came on the spot. With an effort he released his cock and took three pictures of it. Then hurriedly went back to the most awesome tits he had ever seen, they were pert and pointy, tipped by hard brown nipples. He came hard and long, the thick jets of spunk landed on his shirt and the back of the phone.

Five minutes later he had recovered his composure, changed his shirt and cleaned the phone. Back downstairs his mother had not moved. He handed her the phone. She took it with a questioning expression on her face. "It's not something I ever expected to say but you have fabulous tits mum."

She opened the photo app and scrolled down. "Oh my word, Pete. That's beautiful, what a lovely cock you have." She obviously had a sudden thought and glanced at his crotch.

He realised what she was thinking. "I took care of it," He explained.

"So does this mean you want to?"

"Send them."

His mother pushed some buttons. A few minutes later her phone pinged, Becky had sent a line of clapping and celebration emojis followed by "See you both tomorrow. Xxx".

"I think she approves," his mother told him.

"What's on TV? I need a drink."

They arrived a little early, the traffic was kinder than usual. "Remember to call me Linda," his mother told him. "Is my dress OK?" She had opted for a classic black dress that showed off her figure.

"You look good."

"Sexy?"

"I'm your son, I'm not supposed to see it that way, but I'm sure he will like it." Pete would be over the moon if Becky looked half as good.

His mother held her hand out and he took it as they walked into the pub. They were not the first to arrive. Nobody could fail to spot Becky, she was sat in a window booth with a tall glass of something bubbly, her bright red trouser suit covered a white cotton blouse which was doing its best to confine her boobs but it could lose the fight at any moment. She was laughing loudly at something she had seen on the TV behind the bar. The blonde guy next to her was reading a menu.

His mother squeezed his hand, "Here we go." Becky and Michael saw them approach and stood to greet them, they all shook hands and the men kissed the women's cheeks. His mum took the lead feeling she knew Becky quite well. "Gosh look at you, aren't you beautiful? Even better than your picture. Have you had your hair done?"

Michael and Pete looked at each other and rolled their eyes as the two women chatted non stop. Pete asked what everyone wanted to drink and went to the bar. When he returned they were looking at menus. Meals were chosen and Pete returned to the bar to make their order. Michael offered to pay but Pete would have none of it. More chatting ensued and the food arrived. Michael ordered another round, Pete and Becky were on coke because of the driving. Throughout the meal Pete noticed that Michael kept staring at his mother. Becky and his mother continued chatting but Becky kept glancing his way. He just smiled back.

"I need the loo." He announced, stood and went down the small corridor to the gents. He finished up and washed his hands. He left the loo to find Becky stood in the corridor. "Hello Peter. We've hardly spoken." She walked up to him and took both his hands in hers.

"I'm sorry, my," he nearly said it but caught himself in time, "Linda can talk a lot."

"That's OK, so can I. She's very nice. I like her, I know Michael does too. He can't take his eyes off of her." Pete's mouth dried up, he was was feeling nervous, he had never been any good at chatting girls up especially the good looking ones. "Are you and I going to have some fun?" She asked. He was pretty sure she meant sex but he could not be certain.

"Everyone likes to have fun." It was the best he could do.

Becky moved forward and he stepped back against the wall. "I liked your pictures especially the last one Linda sent me." She let go of his left hand and suddenly she was cupping his crotch. "Aww, I'm sure I could wake him up." She raised on tip toes and kissed him softly on the mouth. She pulled away and looked into his eyes, while gently squeezing his hardening cock through his jeans. She kissed him him again, a little firmer this time with just a touch of her tongue. "Linda tells me you haven't done this before. I'd love to be your first."

Pete could not believe what was happening. But he was not about to complain. He grew a pair of balls along with his hardening cock. "I can't think of anything I've ever wanted more." He leaned in and kissed her again, this time their tongues met and did a little dance.

Someone came down the corridor and they separated. "We better go back to the table." She smiled and let go of his hand. Back at the table, his mother had moved around to sit close to Michael, they were talking with their heads close together, her hand appeared to be on his thigh. Becky and Pete sat back down close to one another she linked her arm around his. They had another drink and continued to chat about mundane things. Anyone looking at them would have thought they were each sat with their partner.

They decided that they should leave at ten, the drive and work in the morning meant they could not stay longer. "So?" Michael said it. They all knew what it meant.

"Do we want to get together?" His mother completed the sentence. "Personally I'd love to." She squeezed Michael's thigh.

"So would I," said Becky smiling at Pete.

"The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned." Michael added.

They all looked at Pete. Two relative strangers and his mother were asking him if he would like to meet up and fuck. "I'm up for it."

"Where would you like to meet?"Becky asked. "A hotel? Or we'd be happy for you to come to ours." His mother jumped in with, "I'd love to come to yours." At the same time that Pete said "I think a hotel."

Becky looked from one to the other, "Well we can sort that out later, just message us. How about this weekend? Friday? Saturday?"

"Pete works Friday, maybe Saturday would be best?" His mother suggested.

"Saturday it is then." Michael said.

Ten o'clock came and they all went to their cars. His mother was arm in arm with Michael, Becky held Pete's hand. Michael's car was closest, "This is us." He said and pulled Pete's mother into a kiss. Pete just looked on as their kiss deepened and |Michael's hands slipped down to her bum, it was the first sexual act he had ever witnessed from his mother.

"Don't let it worry you." He heard Becky whisper, "they're just enjoying themselves. I could do with a bit of that myself." She tugged his arm and he snapped out of his mini trance. Becky kissed him, a full on tongue dance which went on forever. He desperately wanted to grope her, but instead he just wrapped his arms around her. Finally they broke away when his mother joined them.

"Ahem. Don't mind me." She laughed.

Final goodnights were said and they climbed into their cars. Pete could see that Becky and Michael were sharing a kiss in their car. It seemed like a sensible thing to do, a sort of reaffirmation. His mother was watching too. "That must be nice. They have a lot of love and trust for one another." She turned to her son and pecked him on the cheek. "Come on Mr Brown take me home." They drove in relative silence each processing what had happened and what might happen next.

Over a last cup of coffee before bed his mum asked, "Don't you want to go to their place? I'd love to see it, I bet it's really modern."

"I thought we'd agreed that we should have rooms on different floors."

"Oh because you don't want to hear your old mum having a good time?"

"It's a bit weird you have to admit."

"I don't make that much noise."

He knew for a fact that was not true. 'Fuck me! Come on my tits!' He held his tongue.

"If it worries you that much I'll suggest a hotel. I'll find one tomorrow."

"Thanks."

In bed he held his phone and opened the pictures, he scrolled through deleting the ones of him and Michael, then set his mother and Becky's pictures to display as a slideshow. He pumped his cock and tried to concentrate on his memories of kissing Becky and looking at her pictures but it was his mother that did the trick, he came hard when her breasts came on the screen.

Tuesday was almost a normal day. He went to work, came home, ate dinner, watched TV. It was not until he said he was ready for bed that his mother said, "I found a hotel for our little get together. It's just a mile further down the road from that pub we went to. It's got a restaurant. I messaged Becky and she agreed it would be fine. So I booked two rooms, one on the first floor, one on the third. Is that OK?"

"Sounds good." Pete felt relieved that things were actually going his way.

"I told Becky I'd done it but she said she thought we'd be getting their own room and that she'd booked one on the third floor as well, luckily I was able to cancel the one I'd got."

"Nothing is ever simple. I must admit, I would have expected them to get a room of their own."

"I thought they could pay for dinner."

"Fair enough."

"And we've had a lot more messages from other couples."

"A lot?"

"About a dozen. I've messaged them back saying we are sorted for the time being but will get back to them if it doesn't work out."

"I'm not sure what working out looks like."

"Michael did say that they were looking for a regular sort of arrangement with a couple."

"Let's not run before we can walk."

"I have a really good feeling about them. Becky is lovely don't you think?"

I do. But she's married and ten years older than me. For now I'll go along with it but there might come a time when I actually want to get a normal life."

"What if she wasn't married? Would ten years stop you asking her out.?"

"Normally I would never ask Becky out, I'd think she was way out of my league."

"You mustn't think like that, you're a catch. You underestimate how handsome you are. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

"You have to say that, you're my mother."

"Any woman." She repeated.

Over dinner the following evening his mother told him they had three more messages from couples and that she had taken their profile down. "I don't see any point leaving it up if we're not going to do anything about them. We can always turn it back on." Pete agreed.

"I went back to that underwear shop today. I got some more sexy undies. I only had the ones in the pictures. I don't want Michael thinking I only own one pair of knickers." She laughed. "Although he did ask me to wear that little black dress again, he said he really liked me in it."

The thought of Michael seeing his mother's knickers knotted his stomach. "I don't need to know."

"I was hoping you could tell me what you think."

"I think my mother's knickers aren't something I should be thinking about."

"I want to know if the stuff I bought is suitable. It's not just knickers."

"I'm sure it will be fine."

"Don't worry I'm not talking about modelling them for you, just look at them on the hangers."

"I don't need to see them. I don't want to see them. I don't want to be imagining you wearing that sort of stuff."

"Am I that off putting?"

"Just the opposite. That's the trouble."

His mother stopped and thought for a minute. "I'm sorry, I understand. I'm just excited about the weekend and I want it to go well."

Pete was trying very hard to be positive, he knew he was almost guaranteed to be fucking one of the most beautiful woman he had ever met, not only that, but she was black, that would be a first for him and a bit of a fantasy in itself. What was holding him back was the knowledge that his mother would be getting banged by Michael. He did not have anything personally against Michael, he would have the same feelings whoever it was. He had come to the realisation that it was jealousy. No doubt about it, he was jealous of whoever it was having sex with his mother. As totally fucked up as it was, he wanted to have sex with his own mother. It was impossible, he knew that much, but if it could not be him then he did not want it to be anyone else. He also knew that his mother needed this. His brain was a mess.

He had just refused to look at the lingerie she had bought. He was pretty sure it would have been easy to get her to wear it for him. He desperately wanted to see that, but it would be torture, look but do not touch, pretend to be detached. Then try not to imagine another man undressing her, making her wet, making her aroused, making her shout, "fuck me, come on my tits."

He went to bed a little earlier that night. Obviously he loved his mother, but now he was coming to terms with being in love with her. He was frantically trawling the net for information on incest. He learned that he could get seven years in prison, presumably his mother would too. His current state of mind thought that was a price worth paying but not if his mother was punished too. That in itself was enough to draw a line under it all. He was shocked that incest was actually legal in a lot of Europe. The main argument against it seemed to be the strong chance of inbreeding, his mother was fifty three there was no chance of that. Porn sites revelled in incest. Erotic story sites were full of 'true' accounts and fantasies. According to the stories it was easy to get your mother to fuck you, all you had to do was let them catch you wanking, usually into their knickers or slap a bit of sun cream on them and they would be putty in your hands. None of them, that he could find, mentioned taking her to a hotel to let a Swedish bloke fuck her. Of course the other thing and probably the main thing, was that it was him that was obsessing, his mother was focused on shagging Michael. She saw Pete as a partner in crime, a wing man that would help her get Michael into her knickers and beyond.

Once again he tossed himself off looking at her pictures. He genuinely considered visiting the laundry basket on a first ever knicker hunt but decided it would just make matters worse, if he could not have the real thing then why torture himself. Pete needed to get laid.

Thursday turned out to be the longest day on record, a record that Friday smashed out of sight. Neither mother or son could wait for Saturday to come and when it finally did they checked the clock so many times that they nearly wore the clock face off. At four thirty in the afternoon his mother was finally able to say, "I'm going to start getting ready. Do you want the shower?" He did. He also wondered if he should take the edge off a little with yet another wank. He did.

At six thirty he put their small overnight bag on the back seat and they set off for the hotel. He had answered the question "Do I look alright?" no less than four times in the last hour. In his opinion she looked good enough to eat and wished he could be the one to 'eat' her. "You look very nice."

"Sexy?"

"I refuse to answer that."

"So not sexy?"

"I didn't say that."

The hotel car park was nearly full. There were quite a few young people hanging around the entrance. They were out having a cigarette. It appeared that they were part of a wedding party. Inside they went to reception and his mother checked them in to their first floor room. "Maybe we should wait for them in the bar rather than taking the bag up. We can see the entrance from there."

Twenty minutes later Becky and Michael arrived, his mother waved to them and they went straight over. Pete shook hands with Michael, hugged Becky who kissed his cheek, Michael kissed his mother briefly on the lips. Becky and his mother kissed each other on the cheek.

"Can I get you a drink?" Pete asked. Wine and beers were ordered.

"Did you check in yet?" Becky asked.

"Yes. We're on the first floor, we waited for you before taking our bag up."

"I need to drop our bag off too. What room are we in?"

"I don't know. You have to check in first." His mother thought that was obvious.

"But you booked the room."

Pete was ahead of the curve and could see where this was heading, his heart sank.

"You said to cancel it."

"I cancelled the one I got because you said you already booked two."

"Oh no. I cancelled one of them because you said you'd booked one."

Michael stepped in. "It's OK, I'll just go get us a room." He turned to go to the reception.

"Try and get one on two or three." Pete told him.

They chatted about traffic and the noise coming from the wedding reception. Then they saw Michael waving to them to join him at reception.

"So it's like this. The hotel is full because of the wedding. This gentleman," he indicated a man standing next to them at the desk, "has just got the last room. He wanted a single or a double but the last room was a family room with two doubles. He says he'll swap us for the double Linda booked."

"Oh that's good." Becky jumped in. "Let's do that."

"Oh. Well I..." his mother managed while looking at Pete.

Pete was wishing the ground would open up. He was wondering how best to say there was no chance in hell he was having any part of that.

Becky sensed that he was having a problem with it. "It'll be fun. Me and Mike usually do this stuff in the same room, we like to be watched, we like to watch too. Twice the fun with twice the people. Don't worry I'll look after you."

"You're worried how you'll feel seeing Linda with another man. I was too the first time. But believe me it soon turns to pride and an amazing feeling of love." Michael suggested. "Now, I love to watch Becky being fucked."

None of this was helping.

"We'll do it!" His mother jumped in. "Maybe we just turn the light off?"

If looks could kill, his mother was dead ten times over.

"I'll tell you what," said Becky, "it's simple enough, and this should always be the case anyway, if any of us want to stop then we stop. Just give it a go and if it gets too much for anyone then we'll stop. No recriminations, we can't help how we feel, and it's all about enjoyment."

"We'll do it." His mother said again.

Pete's shoulders just dropped in resignation. He was pretty sure this was going to be a short evening.

The man with the family room had been listening intently, "I'll do it if they don't want to." He was not entirely sure what it was but it sounded better than a night on his own watching cheesy hotel porn. Pete's mother handed over her key card to him and he relinquished his.

Becky picked up their bag, and took the card from his mother. She looked at Pete, "Why don't you and I take the bags up to the room?" Then to Michael, "You and Linda could reserve a table for dinner."

With obvious reluctance, Pete joined Becky in the lift. Their room was on the second floor. "A girl could take offence when a guy seems so unhappy about getting to fuck her." She smiled.

"It's not you."

"I should bloody hope not. This dress has never let me down."

"You look fabulous."

The lift door opened and they stepped out. The room was the first door they came to. Becky swiped the key card and a green light flashed. The room was quite large. There was a bed on the far wall and another on the wall to the left. They dropped their bags by a chest of drawers. Pete turned to leave.

"No rush." Becky said and blocked his way. "I've been looking forward to tonight all week. I've been dreaming about what we might do together." She moved close to him and reached out her hand to touch the front of his jeans. There was no sign of life. "I like a challenge." She dropped to her knees and started to unfasten his belt. "In fact one of the things I like the most," she popped the button open, "is to see," she pulled down his zip, "a man getting hard. Just," she tugged his jeans down to his knees, "for me."

Pete was almost trembling, he was not sure his mind was in the right place for any of it and felt almost surprised when his cock started to twitch. Becky leaned forward and rubbed her face across the front of his boxers. "Is it pleased to see me?"

The 'It', in question, twitched and slowly began filling out. Becky looked up at Pete's face, "I think it is." She smiled and used her hand to fish out his hardening cock. "It's beautiful." She said and kissed the tip. Then wiggled her tongue across the little slit. His erection grew. "I think he likes me." She took all of the semi-hard cock into her delicious wet mouth. "Mmmm." It began to jerk fully into life, as her tongue worked its magic. Slowly, as it grew his shaft emerged from between her lips until he was fully erect and only the tip remained inside. She released his cock with an exaggerated smack of her lips, and took a hold of it. "I've been wet all week thinking about this. I am so wet now. I so want you inside me." Pete could not believe the effect her words were having on him, his heart pounded. He had never had a woman talk this way. "But we must wait, I just wanted to show you how much fun we can have. I hope you like eating wet pussy? I love to have my pussy licked. Will you do that? Will you lick my wet pussy? I hope you don't mind a little hair down there. I want you to lick my hairy wet pussy and then fuck me." All the while she was slowly and firmly jerking his ridiculously hard cock.

Pete was finding it hard to speak. Becky was obviously getting off on talking like that. "You'll see my lovely titties, you can squeeze them and suck my hard black nipples. Can you see how hard you already made them?" He could easily make them out, poking at the silky material of her top.

"Yes." He squeaked.

"Good." She let go of his shaft and stood back up, a huge grin on her face. "That's enough for now we better get back to your missus."

Pete was mouthing words which weren't coming out. He was fit to burst.

"I'm sorry to tease you, but anticipation is so sexy. Believe me I'm just as turned on as you, if you ran your finger between my pussy lips you'd know I was telling the truth." Pete's arm moved his hand automatically to do just that. But Becky grabbed his wrist. "Later, honey bunny." She stepped back away from him, "Better pull them up." She pointed at his jeans and boxers. While he did, she checked her lipstick in the mirror. Pete was literally shaking.

Back on the ground floor they soon found his mother and Michael, sat at a table in the bar. They had ordered drinks for the four of them. Becky kissed Michael's cheek, whispered something in his ear and sat down.

"Is the room alright?" His mother asked. Becky answered that is was fine. Given what had just happened, Pete was feeling a lot happier but seeing his mother brought him back down to earth. How the hell could they go through with this? His frustration grew.

"We got a table for eight o'clock." Michael informed them.

"Perfect." Said Becky.

"And the barman says we can go next door and join the dancing, the wedding party have booked a disc jockey and said everyone is welcome to join in."

"Even better."

They ordered a third drink and carried them through to the restaurant. They sat boy, girl, boy, girl. A waitress descended instantly and gave them menus and shortly after a carafe of water with lemon slices and ice cubes floating in it. She returned shortly after with pad and pencil in hand. They ordered, Pete opted for a safe bet of steak and chips. They declined dessert but managed to consume a bottle of wine and four Irish coffees.

"Who fancies a dance?" His mother asked, the alcohol in her body making her sound overly enthusiastic.

"Me." Said Becky.

Pete, never a fan of dancing, was shocked to hear himself agreeing. Michael stood behind Pete's mother and helped her out of her chair. They made their way to the large room that served for conferences, dances and wedding receptions. The DJ was playing the compulsory wedding tunes, he had currently reached as far as Lady in Red. A middle aged woman, probably the grooms mother was centre stage on the dance floor dressed in a scarlet skirt and jacket.

They managed to find a table towards the back and Michael went off in search of yet more drinks. "I think I'm a little tiddly." His mother confessed. Becky whispered in her ear and the two women headed to the dance floor leaving Pete to guard their seats.

"Beautiful isn't she?" Michael asked handing him a beer.

Pete was not sure which woman he was referring to but it did not matter, the answer would be the same, "Gorgeous." He put the beer down on the table. He knew he had drunk more than enough, although, he did wonder whether getting fall down drunk might not be the answer to his problem. He had to admit at the moment his reticence had diminished somewhat. Having his junk in the plain talking Becky's mouth had sweetened the pot somewhat. But could he really get jiggy with her while her husband Michael and his mother watched, could he stomach seeing Michael pawing at his mother? Could he stomach seeing his mother as a sexual being? The drink had pushed a large element of curiosity to the front of his brain. On balance he was still hoping the fire alarm would go off and send them all home. Now there was an idea. His slightly tipsy eyes scanned the walls for alarm buttons.

His mother interrupted his thoughts, "Come and dance Mr Brown." She pulled him to his feet and onto the dance floor. It was a slow dance and they held each other by the waist.

"So how are we going to get out of this?" He asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"It was bad enough being in the same building, but the same room, no chance."

"We could have the lights off?" The glint in her eye suggested she was enjoying his discomfort.

"We should leave."

"We've drunk way too much to drive," there was no getting around that one, "and there are no more rooms."

He stared into her eyes, he tried to work out what that look was. He read it as a mix of pleading, hope and devilment. His thoughts were interrupted when the kissing couple next to them bumped into them. It was Becky and Michael.

His mother asked, "Wouldn't you like to do that?" Pete looked at Michael's hands on Becky's bum as he devoured her face.

He would certainly love to be doing that, Becky was gorgeous. "Yes. But..." He was cut short as his mother pulled his lips to hers. He instinctively tried to pull away, but her hand on he back of his neck was pulling him in. His heart pounded as adrenaline coursed through him, then he felt his mother's tongue slip across his lips and into his mouth. His panicked mind was looking for a way out. The thought that 'his mother was frenching him', warped and twisted into, 'Linda is frenching Mr Brown', 'nobody knows, nobody knows', 'she started it'. His lips relaxed a little and he opened his mouth a little wider to allow his mother's tongue more access. It took a few seconds, but his brain finally accepted that this was really happening and it felt good, fuck the rest. His tongue joined in the dance. His mother moaned a little and pulled herself tighter to him, her breasts flattened against his chest. She pressed her groin to his and he realised he was erect, his mother was rubbing herself against his stiff cock. It was horrifying yet fabulous. His brain was saying pull away but his cock was saying just a little longer. They would regret this when they were sober but this was money in the wank bank.

Then he was aware of another hand on his arm, gently tugging at him. He pulled his lips from his mother and briefly saw the lust and excitement in her eyes before turning his head and seeing Becky leaning her head to his ear. "We're ready if you are? Shall we go up?"

That was the moment. 'Shall we go up?' He looked back at his mother, it was now or never. Feed her to the lion while he fucked the lioness. But it was hunger that he saw in his mother's eyes. "Yes." He said.

The two couples were silent in the lift. His mother clung to his arm. A conversation needed to be had but there was no opportunity.

A minute later, Pete stood in the middle of the room his mother still clinging to his arm, the awkwardness was palpable. How do you start?

"Just give me a minute." Becky said as she went into the bathroom. Michael took charge of the lighting, swapping the harsh main light for a couple of bedside lamps. There was a radio built into the wall close to the bed on the far wall and Michael sat on it to fiddle with the knobs trying to find suitable wife swapping music.

Pete took that as Michael laying claim to that bed so he finally moved towards the other one, his mother followed. He spotted the mini bar and bent to see what was in it.

Becky returned, "Linda do you need the bathroom?"

She did. And rummaged in their overnight bag to find a small toiletry bag.

"Would anyone like more drink? If we take out a mortgage there's a bottle of prosecco." He did not wait for their reply, he needed a drink. He unwrapped the foil and wire then set about twisting the bottle not the cork, trying not to lose half the contents in a fountain of froth. He filled four small plastic glasses and passed two to Becky and Michael. While he was opening the bottle Becky and Michael had sat on the far bed and removed their shoes.

His mother returned, "Anyone one else need the bathroom?" Pete held out her glass to her which she seemed very pleased to take. Michael stood and took his turn in the loo. Pete decided to fill the awkward silence with untying his shoe laces and removing his shoes, then his socks for good measure, that would waste another five seconds. His mother was taking off her necklace and bracelets.

"Here let me help." Becky crossed the room and his mother turned away from her to allow access to the necklace clasp at the back. Michael returned.

Pete actually did need to use the loo and went into the bathroom. He took a long overdue piss. Washed his hands and gave his cock a quick rinse. He rummaged in the toiletry bag to retrieve his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Beer and minty toothpaste were not a good mix. He took a couple of deep breaths trying to prepare himself? For what? He did not know. He swung the door open and pulled the cord to turn off the light.

His mother was stood in the middle of the room. Becky, now dressed only in red bra and knickers had her back to him. She was undoing a tiny clip at the top of his mother's dress before pulling down the zip. Michael was stood by them unbuttoning his shirt.

Becky stopped what she was doing and looked at Pete. Sorry we started without you. She struck a pose with her arms raised then did an exaggerated twirl. "Do you like?"

He could only nod. Aside from the fact that physically, she truly was a goddess, her openness and confidence made her doubly attractive to him. She knew what effect her body had on men and was happy to flaunt it. If her profile was to be believed, that went for women too.

Michael was struggling with the buttons on his cuffs. Becky noticed and said to Pete. "I'm guessing you'd rather help Linda with her dress than my husband with his shirt."

Pete did not move, he just looked at his mother's back. Becky was fiddling with the small button on Michael's shirt. "Move nearer the light, I can't even see a button hole." She instructed him. His mother looked back over her shoulder to Pete and indicated that he should help her.

Pete's legs finally made their mind up and moved behind his mother who lifted her hair out of the way to reveal the fastening. It took a few seconds but he undid it and started to pull the zip. His brain pointed out to him that this was his mother he was undressing and he stopped. "It goes all the way down." His mother told him. He was too busy thinking of an excuse. In his mind, at this point the best scenario, which was also a pretty shit scenario, he would be in a dark room under the covers with Becky and Michael would be somewhere in the darkness with his mother. His mother or Michael should be the ones taking this dress off.

He determined the best of the really awful options available was to suggest Michael take over. He glanced at him to make that suggestion but saw that he was currently kissing Becky and groping her right, bra covered tit. "Oh!" His mother said, confirming that his eyes were correct. They both watched as Becky took a little step forward pushing Michael onto the bed and lying on top of him without braking their kiss. "You better undo my zip," his mother almost whispered. Her words pulled him out of his momentary trance and he tugged the zip to the bottom without a second thought. His mother turned half toward Pete and half towards the couple on the bed.

Becky was in the process of undoing Michael's belt. She broke their kiss. "Why don't you two get undressed, we're just getting warmed up, you can watch if you like, we like to be watched."

Pete thought for a moment that his mother shrugged her shoulders, but if, for whatever reason, she did, the result was that her dress slipped to the floor. She turned with a look of mock surprise, laying one hand across her chest and holding her other hand to her mouth to hide her fake gasp. Then she stepped out of the dress and copied Becky's earlier poses complete with twirl. Pete's jaw dropped open. His mother was in stockings, suspender belt and knickers that matched the black and red corset lifting her boobs to practically overflowing. She slowly bent over and picked up her dress, wiggling her bum at him in the process. He watched his mother walk to the other bed and climb on.

"I've never watched real people making out, it's quite exciting to be given permission." She told the room.

Pete did not move he just stood there looking at her. He mouthed "What are you doing?" at his mother.

His mother held her hand out to him, "Pete come here, Becky wants us to be comfortable." He glanced at the pair on the bed, she had got his trousers open but his boxers remained intact. He felt he had no option but to join his mother on the bed. He had no intention of watching a live porn show sitting next to his mother in 'fuck me now' underwear.

"Do you like my undies?" She whispered.

"Of course I do, you look fabulous." He hissed back.

This time she whispered in his ear. "I enjoyed our kiss. How about you? You can kiss me again if you like."

"Fuck! If you weren't my mother!"

"I'm not your mother tonight, I'm Linda."

His resolve was falling to pieces." Their kiss had been extraordinary. Becky moaned as Michael did something involving her tits, it was hard to see what from this angle. His brain was telling him to grab his mother, save her from Michael, keep her to himself. His cock took charge and he turned his head to his whispering mother and kissed her. He grabbed her wrists and she whimpered a little as he pushed her onto her back and drove his tongue into her mouth pinning her arms above her head. For thirty seconds he fought the little voice in his head before it gave up, he released her wrists and grabbed her right breast, squeezing and rubbing her soft flesh through the firm material of her corset. His mother broke free of their kiss and buried her head in his neck moaning, "Yes. Yes Peter, I want this. I want this so badly." Any thought of right and wrong were lost in lust, this was right, it could not be wrong. Pete's hand let go of her breast and he stroked down her body he could feel her panting as he passed over her belly, down and down till his fingers reached the top of her knickers. His mother was crushing him as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. Then he was cupping her cunt, his mothers cunt. His mother thrust her groin against his hand as he rubbed her through the silky material. His thumb flicked back and forth over her hot covered clitoris.

"Oh my God." His mother cried. Then they were kissing again, he wanted to be part of her, he wanted to be inside her entire body. His fingers tugged at the material pulling it to one side and then there it was, there she was. The hot, moist, hairy, centre of his world, he was slipping his fingers into his own mother, into the cunt that had born him. His mother was thrusting with all her might to envelope him. "Oh Jesus! Oh my wonderful boy. I'm going to come... I am coming, I'm coming on your fingers. Feel me come."

He could feel it. He cunt rhythmically clenched his two fingers while his thumb rubbed her engorge clitoris. He could feel her warm juice on his palm. They kissed some more as she whimpered into his mouth, he slowed his assault on her womanhood and she began to relax. She had to pull away from the kiss to take in breath, long panting sighs.

"Fuck that was hot." Becky broke their moment. She joined them by kneeling on the bed. "It's like you haven't fucked for a year. Do you always come so quick? And I thought I was horny. Michael is going to love you."

It was a strange turnabout for Pete. There was a black goddess sat on his bed, she was actually topless now with the most delicious pair of tits he could ever remember seeing anywhere, she was rubbing his thigh, her fingers were just brushing the edge of his painfully erect shaft. If he reached out to her he could fuck her right here, right now. He just wished she would fuck off. He kissed his mother again on the lips, just a quick gentle kiss. He looked her in the eyes. "Is that what you want?"

His mother had regained a little composure and said, "Actually Becky, we've only just got started, can you give us a while longer? We have all night." She did not wait for an answer, she pulled Pete back down until their lips met once more. They felt the bed spring back as Becky got up.

"Get undressed." His mother whispered urgently. She pushed him off of her and started unbuttoning his shirt. Pete hesitated he was shocked at how commanding his mother was and how compliant he suddenly felt. He unbuckled his belt and started shuffling out of his jeans. His mother lost patience with the buttons and started tugging at them. One pinged across the room. Within a minute he was down to just his boxers. His mother straddled his legs and looked to be savouring the moment before wrapping her fingers around his rigid cock still under his boxers. "Oh! My baby boy." With no further ado she pulled it free from its confines and smiled. "It's magnificent." It was exactly what any man wants to hear, just not usually from his mother. A mother who was now rubbing the purple headed beast across her lips and cheeks.

It was not the feeling, it was the sight, Pete could hardly believe what was happening, he was sure he was about to come just from seeing her, his own mother rubbing his pre-come on her face. This was not how he wanted to come but he was mesmerised. It was the single most erotic thing that had ever happened to him, and that included fingering his own mother to orgasm a few minutes earlier.

"I want to come on your tits." He found himself saying. It was his secret fantasy that he had not dared allow himself to acknowledge from all those years ago.

"Oh! Yes please, shoot your load on them. She was clawing at her corset lowering the cups to reveal her breasts. Her dark brown engorged nipples sprang into view. She pushed her chest out while he grasped his cock and aimed it at her. "Come on my tits," she begged. Pete pumped, "Here let me do it." It was like stepping back in time to that unseen moment that he had only guessed about. She took his cock and jerked him off. It took just a few seconds to have jets of milky white jizz flying from his tip and splashing on her breasts. "Mother! My mother. I'm coming!"

Neither of them realised what he had done, they were lost in a world of their own. His mother collapsed onto him, her wet breasts squishing against his own chest. They both gasped for breath. And lay arm in arm for a couple of minutes.

Once again Becky and Michael intruded on their moment when they began to clap. "Wow, that was fucking sexy." Becky said. Pete pushed himself up on his elbow, Becky and Michael were both sat on the edge of the other bed looking on intently. They looked like they were at the cinema, a bowl of popcorn would not have looked out of place, apart from the fact that they were both almost naked and Becky appeared to have Michael's penis in her hand. "I love the role play stuff. I guess Linda is old enough to be your mother."

Pete was not sure what she was talking about, but his mother had realised what he had shouted. "We like to pretend every now and then, it spices things up a bit." She explained.

"Well Michael here obviously likes that idea, he came at the same time as Pete." Becky withdrew her hand from her husbands sticky, softening cock, white goo stranded between her fingers. She wiped some on his leg. "I better wash my hand. Messy boy." She playfully tapped him on the head.

Pete's mother looked down at her breasts, "Me too I guess, but not just my hands." She wanted to cover her breasts but did not want to get too much spunk on her nice new corset. Not just yet a least.

Michael shook his head. "You guys are amazing, you're so lucky Pete. I guess we're not alone with the mother fantasy but you get to play it out. Personally I like a bit of strict teacher stuff too."

"What a pervert," crossed Pete's mind, but having just come on his mother's tits his brain told him, "People in glass houses..."

"I used to be a teacher." Pete's mother chipped in. "Maths."

"Fuck." Michael said. "Were you strict?"

Becky came out of the bathroom and his mother headed towards it, stopping in front of Michael with a stern look on her face, "I didn't stand for any nonsense."

Becky crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Pete. "Have you recovered? I didn't get to come yet." She cupped her breasts and pushed them together, "and the girls need some attention."

Pete was trying to get his head to prioritise the jumble of stuff that was swimming around in there. He had just done things with his mother that really should not be done. She had wanted it. He had wanted it. He wanted more of it. If it was not incest it was bloody close. Here was Becky, wearing just a tiny pair of knickers, basically asking him to fuck her. She was stunning. He wanted to fuck her. He did not want his mother to fuck Michael. He was an hypocrite.

Pete moved, he briefly kissed Becky on the lips, "Can you just give me a moment?" He hoped off the bed and went to the bathroom door and tapped on it then tried the handle, it was not locked. His mother was dabbing her cleavage with a towel. He shuffled in and closed the door but stayed by it. His mother was at the basin a few feet away.

"Are you OK?" She asked, looking at him in mirror.

"I think so."

"I'm sorry, but I don't regret what happened. I loved every second of it."

"So did I."

"You're not traumatised needing therapy?"

"I'll survive."

"What's happening out there?"

"Becky is on our bed."

"And Michael?"

"I wish we were at home. We need to talk."

"I know."

"I don't want you to fuck Michael."

"Because?"

"You know why not."

"I like to think I do."

He nodded towards the bedroom. "I can't think of a nice way to say no to them."

"We all agreed that if anyone wants to stop we all stop."

"Is that what you want?"

"If that's what you want then I want it too."

Pete thought of Becky laid out on the bed and the promise of her hairy wet pussy. Those fabulous tits, her dirty talking mouth, sucking on his hard cock. Then Michael ploughing his mother's cunt. He opened the door. "Ready?"

"Ready." His mother nodded.

They entered the bedroom together. Pete opened his mouth but he was lost for words.

His mother was not. "We've decided that we're not ready to go all the way. We're very sorry. But we would like to carry on as we were, just with our own partner. I think I read somewhere it's got a name, a soft swap. It's not that we don't like you, it's just difficult to get your head around it the first time." Pete was grateful and impressed and suddenly very much looking forward to the next hour.

Becky looked sad. "That's a real shame."

Michael interrupted her. "It's OK, we understand, we felt pretty much the same our first time, or at least I did." He looked at Becky. "We pushed on through it and it turned out OK. But nobody is forcing anybody." He looked at Becky again.

"Well if this pussy doesn't get some attention real soon I'm going to explode." She rubbed her mound.

Michael stood and walked to the bed his wife was on. "It's OK babe, five minutes and I'll be good to go." He climbed onto the bed and started pulling her tiny knickers off."

Pete looked at his mother unsure of what she expected or wanted to happen. "Well I guess this is us then." She walked to the bed that Michael had occupied. Pete was happy to see her pull back the duvet and climb under it. She patted the space next to her, "Come on sonny, come and give your old mum a cuddle." If there was a record then Pete broke it.

They did not touch, each laid on their side facing each other. Pete pulled the duvet up over their heads and whispered. "Thank you." He reached out and gave her arm a squeeze.

"It's OK, I didn't feel comfortable jumping into bed with Michael, not after what happened earlier."

Pete was probably overthinking, he knew he tended to do that. If this was Becky next to him, he would probably have his face full of her hairy bits by now. But this was his mother and despite what they had done a few minutes ago he was not sure where they stood.

"You can put your arms around me. I really could do with a cuddle." She whispered. He extended his arm and his mother lifted to let him put it around her. She shuffled towards him and lay her head on his chest. He used his other arm to pull her closer to him. She moved a leg over his, and raised her knee slightly till it pressed against his cock and balls. He still had his boxers on. He kissed the top of her head and smelled her hair.

Across the room Becky was moaning quite loudly. "Oh yeah! Lick my sweet, sweet pussy, yeah, that's it, you're going to make me come."

"I think Becky wants you to know what you're missing." His mother whispered with a little laugh.

"Or maybe you?" Pete replied.

"I'm not sure a lady's bits are supposed to be sweet. She'd get a yeast infection." Pete snorted trying to suppress a laugh.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm coming. Coming on your face." Becky was getting louder.

Pete had been attracted to her language earlier but now it reminded him of listening to a poorly acted American porn film.

"Do you like my undies?" His mother asked him.

He really liked her undies. "You look fabulous."

"Sexy?"

"Very sexy."

"Better than the ones when we did the pictures?"

"They're different, I liked them both."

"Good answer."

Becky and Michael had moved on. "Oh baby, that's it fill me with that big hard cock. Give it to me. Oh you're so hard."

It was his mother who inched back the duvet to peep out and see what was going on. Becky was facing her on all fours with Michael kneeling and fucking her from behind. Becky's tits were swaying and slapping. She retreated back under the duvet. "She seems to be enjoying herself. It looks quite fun."

Pete was curious as to what his mother thought was fun in these terms, but thought better of looking himself. He thought his mother would see through his curiosity. When he did not move his mother said, "I think they call it doggy style." Pete the fact that his mother had put doggy as one of her preferences, it added to his wank bank.

"Soft swap?" He asked, "Where did that come from?"

"It was mentioned on the site we joined. Couples use it as a way of easing into this swapping malarkey. Two couples in a room having sex with their own partner."

"Well we didn't quite have sex, but..."

"Harder, punish that pussy! I'm so fucking wet." Becky interrupted.

"No. I don't think we quite joined the incest club but it's probably not something we want in a newsletter." His mother giggled.

"Lie down, I want to ride that big cock." Becky was definitely the one in charge.

Pete was aware that he was hard and wondered if his mother did too as his mother shifted her leg a little increasing the contact with his shaft. "Hearing that go on just a few feet away does make one a little flustered?" She waited for a reply, "Don't you agree?" She moved her leg again, pressing it harder against his cock.

"It does a bit." He was not sure the leg movements were deliberate. The hand sliding slowly from his chest towards his cock was definitely deliberate.

"Maybe we could just fool around a little, after what we already did..." Her hand grasped his shaft through his boxers, "What harm can it do?" Pete moaned as his mother's hand started tiny jerking movements.

He kissed the top of her head again and inhaled the flowery aroma of her hair. His mother raised her face to his and suddenly they were kissing. Slowly and softly they kissed until her tongue eased its way through his lips and she tightened her grip on his pulsing shaft. Pete moved his hand and grasped her breast, kneading it like dough. They both let out urgent whimpering moans. There was not enough air under the duvet and his mother released his cock to push the cover back before grasping his manhood again but this time her hand was inside his boxers. Their kiss continued, tongues swirling around each other back and forth into each others mouths sharing their sloppy wet saliva.

His mother's nipple was hard under his palm he tried to pull the material away but he could not get at the soft warm flesh beneath. His mother was rippling his balls through her fingers then began tugging at his boxers trying to push them down. He raised his hips to help then finally broke their kiss to fully remove them, this pushed the duvet further down. His mother raised up on one elbow and pushed the duvet away revealing his raging hard on. She literally licked her lips and knelt beside him, holding his shaft straight up She devoured it with her eyes before leaning forward and licking the tip, once, twice, three times then enveloped the purple head in her soft red lips. Pete gasped, his mother had his cock in her mouth.

He could feel her tongue circling the tip, then she was bobbing her head swallowing his shaft deep into her mouth, gagging every now and then and saliva dribbled down the sides. He could not believe what was happening, it was his mother for fucks sake.

"I need some of that." Becky told the room. Pete was vaguely aware of the naked black girl shuffling down Michael's body to take his dick into her own mouth. The interruption gave Pete a moment to separate his brain from the feelings his mother's mouth was sending it. His mother's knicker covered arse was pointing at him, he reached out a hand and touched her cunt through the material. She moaned and shuffled a little spreading he legs a little further apart. He rubbed harder. Then she was moving. Lifting her leg stretching her body climbing astride him and there it was. Her black silk covered cunt just inches from his face. He could feel her heat, smell her arousal, see the tiny curls of black hair peeping out around her taught gusset. That moment outweighed any other in his pornographic memory. He buried his face into her cunt.

Wiping his mouth and nose across the delicious material. His mother was making high pitched little noises still bobbing her head on his stiff cock. Pete savoured the moment before struggling to free a hand in order to pull the tiny strip of cloth to the side revealing his mothers engorged, dark brown, slippery, wet cunt lips. Her prominent clitoris tip poking through its hood. She had been right, a lady's cunt was not sweet, it was pissy and metallic and sweaty and just pure woman, it was fucking fantastic. Pete's tongue got its first taste of its mother and never wanted to stop. He licked her slit from the pink depths of her cunt hole to the tip of her clit, back and forth between her soft, slippery brown lips delving as deep as he could into her. He was oblivious to anything but his mother's hairy gash. Then it jerked violently, pushing against his face, painfully hitting his nose. He became aware that his mother was screaming "Aaaaahh!" A small rivulette of fluid was coating his lips, he could see her deep pink cunt hole expanding and contracting, ejecting clear glistening fluid. His mother was coming on his face.

Then he felt her sit up slightly pressing herself onto his face, he could hardly breath but she was jerking his cock firmly and rapidly, he shot his load. It felt like his cock was a hose pipe shooting jet after jet of sticky white jizz into the air.

It took a few moments before his panting mother raised he hips a little and he was able to breath. It was a full minute before she raised her leg and swung around. She lay next to him, she looked shell shocked. Pete felt his torso it was coated in his spunk. "Oh my God, I can't believe that just happened. That was so intense." She said quietly. "Are you ashamed of me? I'm so sorry."

"Ashamed? Proud more like. That was amazing. Fucked up. But amazing." He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. Planting little kisses on her forehead. He remembered they were not actually alone, raised his head a little to see Becky wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Becky looked at them, "Linda you're a sexy beast, if you ever want to take a walk on the other side of the street, I'm here for you."

His mother turned her head "Thank you, I'll bear it in mind." She did not really know what else to say. She turned back to Pete and her head sank heavily into the pillow.

"I better go clean this up," he held up his spunk soaked hands and indicated his abdomen. He climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. He knew he should shower but settled for wiping himself down, he was tired and his mind was on other things. Returning to the bed he found his mother asleep still in her fuck me now lingerie, the corset had a few faint white stains on it, he guessed he was responsible for that. He lay on the bed and pulled the cover over them both. Becky was doing something similar, she seemed to have exhausted Michael who had his eyes shut. For the first time he could see Becky's fully naked body. She might sound like a bad porn actress but she looked like a superstar, he could not help but look at the mat of tight black curly hairs above her equally black protruding cunt lips. "Night." He said to her.

"Lightweights, all of you." She smiled.

Pete turned off their bedside lamp and settled down to sleep.

They woke around eight the next morning. Becky informed Pete that his snoring had kept her awake half the night. He apologised unaware that he snored, his wife had never mentioned it. They took turns in the shower. Pete did not have a change of clothes but his mother did. With the alcohol having worn off, they were all a little more shy with each other, apart from Becky, who strutted about in the nude and got dressed in front of them.

They headed down to breakfast and helped themselves from the vast array of options. They did not talk much, each lost in a little world of their own thoughts. Michael and Pete opted for seconds, so Becky and his mother went back to the room to collect their overnight bags.

With breakfast over they settled the bill, his mother paid for the room, Michael paid for the rest. In the car park, there was an awkward lingering goodbye. There were hugs, kisses and handshakes. Nobody wanting to commit definitely to another meeting but not to rule it out either.

Pete pulled the car out onto the main road home. His mother let out a long sigh. After a minute or so she asked, "So, do you want to talk about it?"

Pete thought for a few seconds. "Yes, but not now." That seemed to be a very satisfactory answer to his mother. They drove home in contemplative silence.

...... A lot more to come if anyone is interested. Let me know.