Verboten!

I had just turned 18 when Mom left. I was devastated. The marriage between my parents had been on the rocks for some while. It's often the case that you feel you may be in some way at fault. I met with her briefly in cafes or bars. She was still looking for somewhere to rent.

I helped her out as much as I could. I wasn't in a great position to help her financially. I was there for her emotionally, and as a kind of odd job man.

We found a place on the South side of Eaglesham, not too far, not too close.

She decided to put down a mattress for the moment, a twin sized mattress. There were no long time plans to stay, so there was little in the way of furnishings.

The Following Saturday she came to watch me playing full back for the Eaglesham Tigers, I scored a try, which I'm glad to say delighted her. It was an unexplained thing in my life, gaining so much pleasure out of pleasing Mom. No doubt Freud would have a field day!

I was awarded 'Man of the Match' after the game. I could see the pride in her eyes as she gave me a big motherly kiss. We spent a nice time at the club, having drinks with the players. We then went for a meal in a pleasant, though rather pricey French restaurant.

"Merci, mon fils!" She said when she had finished.

"Je t'aime ma mere!" I replied.

"Are you supposed to say suck things to your mother?" She said with a mock stern look.

No, what I shouldn't say is..."

"Don't say it then!" She said a little more seriously.

For some reason, maybe a regression to prankish behaviour in youth, I leaned forward and whispered, ""J'aimerais te baiser, Maman, et frotter ma bite sur tes beaux seins."

"Oh the French!" She said, with an odd look in her eyes. "I hope you weren't being inappropriate my dear, I'm your mother." I swear, there was something about it. I had indeed, in my confidence that she had no French, said to her that I wanted to fuck her and rub my cock on her tits. It wasn't even sexual, I was just being silly. Unless Freud had other ideas on this matter. "The 'language of love' they call it, very sexy sounding" She giggled. She was a little tipsy.. "How's your love life just now, Edward, still seeing that Julie girl, nailing her, as you young ones call it?"

"Mum!" I half whispered in a shouting manner. "You should take it easy with the booze!"

"I'm sorry, Edward." She said. "Here's me going on here like an old spinster. Because I've not had a man in me, I shouldn't spoil things for you!" She was a little teary.

"I think we should get going now, Mum, it's been a long day."

We finished up and went outside where I hailed down a taxi.

"54 Shawbank Street" I told the driver. She was very quiet, and still a little upset I put my arm around her, and I noticed the driver smirking. 'Bastard!' I thought, I could have thumped him, you could see what he was thinking, 'young guy has landed a mature woman'.

We reached our destination and she started to get out. I Said "You'll be ok from here, yea?" She whispered to me,

"You're not going to leave me like this, I'm all over the place, Edward darling."

"I'll see you upstairs, and then..-"

"Upstairs, Upstairs? Your mother's upset, Edward and you're annoyed about the looks of some idiot taxi driver, yes, I saw his dumb look, think about your family, upset and confused, and not some idiot fucking taxi=driver!"

"Sorry Mum." I said. "Let's get upstairs, it's been quite a night."

We walked up the stairs to the second floor. She got her keys out and opened the door, beckoning me in. I wasn't going to make it awkward by suggesting that I get home too, so I entered.

"Don't worry when I say this," She said. "I'm going to make us nightcap, just to round thins off in a relaxed manner. Now I don't want you to argue about this. I'd like you to stay over tonight, I'm feeling lonely, I'm your mother and I think you can help me when I'm low, like tonight."

"But where do I sleep, Mum there's not enough room."

"that's a double bed, mister, and don't say it's inappropriate, you slept beside me before."

"When I was a fucking child, Mum!"

"so you're a different size now, if you try sleeping in one of the chairs, your body will be wrecked in the morning."

"Oh ok, Mum, this once, give that drink!"

After some small talk and things were a little calmer, she said, "I think I'll get ready for bed." And started to take off her clothing.

"Mum!"

"I don't have a fucking changing room, Edward, and I'm just dressing down to my under things."

So I was sat there on the couch when my Mum took offher top, her underskirt and bra were there as she explained. They didn't of course hide her very impressive cleavage, I couldn't help thinking, 'They are one heavy pair of tits. She somehow noticed with her peripheral vision that I was looking.

"I used to feed you with these, Edward son, you really enjoyed feeding time then, that's why you're big and strong for the rugby team. They've fared well, haven't they?"

"What do you expect me to say to that? If you're trying to embarrass me, Mum, you're doing not a bad job."

As expected, next on the agenda was her skirt, followed quicly by tht image that can be arousing in most ages, the dark pantyhose coming down, and in that fashion with the toe pointed out, and it is always at a certain pace. Women know that pace so well. We all remember Dustin Hoffman in 'The Graduate.!'

My Mother was a lady who looked after herself, and when the black tights werew gone, what was left were a pair of Golden Brown tanned legs. The kind, and it has to be said, that us young men are always trying to get between. When all was was removed, that needed removed, just before she was ready to slip under the covers, I noticed my mother's feet. There is that unquestionable fact about womens' feet, they are petite and delicate looking and women look after them well. We never ignore women's feet.

It was my turn to prepare for bed. I only had to dress down to my boxer shorts and well, normally a T-shirt, but I didn't want to mess up the top I was wearing, so boxer shorts only it was, ans Mother watched. The one slight difference was that my natural large cock had grown a bit. So my move under the sheets was quite rapid. I had no idea if mother saw the larger snake. Then about two minutes later, another possible awkward came along, a large ERECTION! It must have been a combination of all the things that happened and were still happening. I had after all just watched a fine looking woman, albeit my own mother, but she was undoubtedly still a very attractive woman. And did I look away? No! I admired those large firm tits and those shapely legs. And here I was with a rock hard pleasure stick. 'I'll be ok' I thought, 'it'll go down' Though hoping for that to happen when the causes for it were literally a couple of feet away was a big ask.

My mother, having actually cooled down a little, leaned over, placed one hand on my furthest cheek and laid a goodnight kiss on the other, saying, "You're a good son, I'm sorry for any hassle I gave you." When she withdrew her hand from my cheek, her arm accidentally rubbed gently across my upper stomach, as I say, I have a large cock, and it was quite far up my belly. She then placed her hand briefly where her arm was and she knew exactly what she felt.

"I'd like to say that's a truncheon down there, but it certainly isn't, Jeez, I'm making light of it, I'm flattered, Edward son, but it wouldn't be right, mother and son, sure, no-one would know, but still, though we are not religious, still wrong though, let me think."

"No, no, no thinking!" I said. "It's all a big mistake, Mum."

"That's a pretty solid big mistake between your legs! I'm flattered, and I have to say, much as I liked your Dad's cock, that there excites me a bit, makes me feel like an attractive woman again, I know I've still got it" She slowly put her hands down my boxer shorts. "If I can be responsible for that, well who knows what the future holds. As for the moment, will you kiss me, Edward?"

"I don't think that is.."

"Well, that didn't last, were you just feeling sorry for your old Mom?"

I didn't know if shE was playing me, looking to get some kicks from this very unusual weird situation. I took a chance and went ahead, grabbed the back of her neck and brought her forward to me and kissed her hard on the lips. It was the strangest feeling, I knew it wasn't right, the constraints of our own morality were saying 'Don't!', yet that indeed made it more exciting, we were devouring forbidden fruit, and it was hard, and I don't regret the sleazy pun when I say that what was getting very hard was my penis. My mother could feel that too as her palms were rubbing up and down it's length, bringing the precum on to the shaft. I removed the straps of her nightie to reveal her bra, that held my long lost source of life, now they were helping to instill a different energy in me. I very quickly umdid her bra from the back, her nipples were as I hoped, dark in colour, very prominent with large areolas. I lowered my head and virtually feasted on what I perceived to be my own birthright, as my mother gently moaned, pressing my head harder into her breasts. I squeezed them together licking across both areolas at once. The words 'Taboo' and 'Verboten' were lit up bright in my head, thet served as no purpose to cease, indeed, they were acting more as an aphrodisiac than anything.

My hand by this time had moved to her panties, jerking thjem downwards, feeling her sex, the sweet damp beauty of her sex. Nature had dampened her love passage,, facilitating the entry of the male equipment into her sweet vagina.

My mother halted for a second.

"This is wrong, Edward.".

"Still feels very right though, yes?"

"Oh yes! I can't believe I'm going to do this, I wanted to as soon as I saw it!"

She moved her head down to my crotch area and took my now impossibly hard cock into her mouth and gently sucked.

"You really are displaying your slutty side, Mama!"

She released my cock for a second and said, "I am, and it's fun, we're having pleasure, I know you are, because, well look what I just put in my mouth, the biggest one yet."

"You don't do it a lot, do you, Mum? I asked, showing maybe a little too much care for that precise moment.

"No, Son, I don't, I don't think putting another man's cock will shape up to this."

"I should say that after a minute or so of your mouth doing that, I'm likely to explode in your mouth, I'd like to lay my cum elsewhere."

"Oooh." She said. "That's so romantic, son!"

"Thanks Mum, but it's not, really not, but I know what you mean."

I continued to stroke her now soaking pussy. I had three fingers sliding in and out of her.

My mouth was still sucking hard on her tits, ''What a lucky boy' I was, I thought in a rather childish moment. I ran my tongue very slowly across her belly and down to her pussy area. I moved my tongue in and out of her already damp tunnel, slowly at first, speeding up and reminding her of her vocal sounds.

"Put yourself inside me, Edward." She whispered.. I grasped my cock at the base of the shaft and started to ease it into her remarkably still tight cunt.

She was yelling with delight, it was like my cock was being wanked by the sides of her hole.

"Fucking hell, Mum, you're still so tight! I'm not going to hold out much longer!"

"I want your cream inside me!" She cried.

I could feel those spasms of joy going through my penis, just like when you first learn about masturbating. It was just that raw, some neural button being pressed in your mind.

That last thrust came and my penis let flow its seemingly endless flow of taboo flavoured cream. Myself and Mum lay there panting.

"No-one has ever filled me like that before!" Mum said as she stood up. "I'm just going to splash some water on my face, Edward darling."

All of a sudden, having just experienced the orgasm of my life, along came Mr Guilt trip. As I watched my Mother go to cool down after just having been well and truly fucked by me, my sperm dripping down her thigh, Mr Guilt felt like he was welcome.

"About tonight, Mum," I said.

"Don't worry, Son, I can feel it dripping down my legs, you're a big tank of sperm! I'm just going to wash it from my, what do the posh ladies say, 'Poonanny'"

"What I was going to say, Mom, was..."

"Don't worry, Edward, no-one will be told about you giving your mother the ride of her life!"

"It was actually...."

"Don't worry, Edward, we'll get it perfect next time!"