Heavenly Visions

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All characters involved in sexual activity are 18+

For anyone confused about the pov, like last story it's from the son's perspective, but a little simpler layout.

Heavenly Visions

As I woke up I could literally see the cartoon stars and birds tweeting. I had finally done it, the old classic warning from your Mum, "Stop doing that or you'll do yourself a mischief," happened as I slid whilst performing an immature, early morning bombing dive into the kidney shaped pool. I just misjudged the curve and my foot slipped, flipping me up with a pirouette motion that put me onto the side of my head and body that both were now killing me in pain.

"Ben! Wake up, oh thank God he's coming round," I heard, and then the vision of the silver cross flickered before my eyes. It was blurred, but glistened brightly in the morning sun, and the shiny vision soon cleared, still slightly swaying as the rest of the my sight cleared to show the wise one whose warning I had ignored, my heavenly featured, beautiful mother.

She was kneeling over me on the hard tiles of the poolside, and as far as I knew, I had just fallen asleep and was choking on a drink, when in actual fact she had not only jumped in and saved me from drowning, but had also administered CPR and brought me back, with that crucifix around her neck being the main focus.

I tried to sit up but she stopped me, "Just stay there, your Dad will help you up," she said as my vision cleared, "Do you feel nauseous?

I certainly didn't feel sickly at the sight of skin in front of me, because along with the cross of Christ that danced before my eyes as Mum knelt with her hands on my shoulders, Caroline James' breasts were the next heavenly thing I focused on, now wobbling quite freely underneath the white bikini set she had put on to sunbathe in the morning light.

"I don't like the look of him," I heard my step-dad from behind me, as Mum leaned down even further until her left breast was resting on my chest.

"No I'm, I'm fine," I tried to reassure everyone while slightly slurring my words, and that's when Mum reached around my shoulders with her arm, lifted me up against her body as Dad slid a cushion under my head. This would do nothing for the many inappropriate notions I had for her, much too long standing to be a stupid crush. I was 18 for christ sake, nearly 19, this would be the last year here as a family, probably.

~~~

Every year since I was no height, we had came to our family's house of serenity in the south-east of France. It was originally two buildings that my grandparents had bought, with a swimming pool added when the extension was built to accommodate my Aunt Cheryl and her family too, with my grandparents original building partly being their own little private sanctum.

This time we were here alone, and my brother Michael and I had the run of our whole family building while Mum and Dad took the slightly more luxurious quarters of my grandparents, with air conditioning and walk in shower being a massive upgrade to our side's bath and shower curtain arrangement.

Back at the dizziness of the poolside, I had assured my parents that I was fine, almost enough times to convince myself. I still tried to sit up and cough the remaining water out, quickly feeling pain in my hip and arm whilst falling back down onto the cushion. Soon an arrangement has been agreed upon. Dad came around to stand over me and help pull me up by the shoulders while Mum, bent down before me to help, with her tits chiming together before my eyes. "Hmmm," I groaned upon feeling her breasts on my naked front when she grabbed me to hold me up, her still wet body warming me as she hooked her arms around me.

"Ben! Ben, stay with us," Dad said, thinking I was going unconscious again. "Perhaps we should go and have you checked out."

Against my protests I was soon in French A&E, communication rather painful as I'm not as fluent as I should be. Mum helped, she had driven me to the hospital while Dad stayed with Michael, as hospital was no place for a 10 year old, on his holidays.

"Stay here and I'll get a wheelchair," she said, and as I was still groggy and getting a little bit sore down my side, I agreed to be wheeled in on one of those small wheeled hot-rods that renders the passenger completely helpless, and as Mum knelt at my feet to fix the footrests, again that cross fixed my slightly delirious gaze, now sandwiched between her 36D breasts under the blue summer dress she had thrown on over her bikini. "OK?" Mum asked, bending to look in my eyes that must have been rolling in their sockets, with the only thing they were loosely trained on being the tits seriously trying the strength of the relatively sparse material of her bikini top.

I had concussion, rest being prescribed and a couple of strips of tablets for the swelling. That's what Mum told me anyway, my official translator, with an added prescription of 24/7 care, apparently.

Genuinely, I don't remember much else. Getting out of the car at the house was a feature, Mum and Dad either side of me and Michael calling me, 'Scrotum Head,' such was the size of the duck-egg bump where my head had hit the side of the pool. Propping me up in front of the TV in the room that we called our own, Mum soon had dinner prepared, of which I picked at and didn't really eat much of. I was tired, but Mum was paranoid about letting me sleep, I was also too warm in the humid evening air.

My official nurse was still in her summer dress, I suspect just her summer dress now, as every time she sat down with me, she would hug me and call me her, "Poor special boy," and her breasts would briefly rest on a trapped arm and this time, there was no hard material to shield her warmth. All the while that cross rested in her cleavage like a morality reminder of how forbidden the wearer of the pendant was.

With my temperature still fluctuating, it was decided that I should sleep in the air conditioning room that my parents currently were sleeping in, and I naturally assumed that Michael and I would just be shifting in, but Mum was reluctant to leave me to the care of my young brother.

"It's no problem, he can sleep in the sofa bed and I'll take the bed," Dad said before getting shot down.

"Oh please, I've tried to wake you in full flow of snoring, and I can kick you quite hard."

Soon it was decided that my bed would indeed be on the sofa-bed, with my Mum taking her place in the bed that was technically in the same, open-plan layout around the corner of the kitchen cupboards.

It had been a long day so I was tired, taking to my bed around 8:30pm. I insisted that I didn't need constant observation, and I further knew that my Dad was reluctant to let Mum out of his sight as the events of the day had seemed to shake her.

Quite how much would become apparent whenever we were going to bed. The sofa was unfolded to bed form by my Dad, who stayed in the air conditioned loveliness with my brother for a while. Mike was worried about me, but was also looking forward to going for a walk with Dad before bed, maybe properly play some football on the beach too.

We were sitting on my bed with him still enamoured by my massive bump, when I heard my parents talking from the bedroom.

"I wish I didn't have to leave you, you've had an extremely heavy day."

Then they kissed before Mum replied, "For everyone. Mikey is all out of sorts, and I can still see your face when you came out to my screams."

"You're a hero," he said, then Mum groaned at the compliment, then with my brother chomping at the bit to leave, now stood outside the open door, Dad whispered, "Mmmm, maybe when he's asleep I'll come in and say hello."

After they left mum and I, I then got a hint as to what had prompted the offer to revisit. Mum had changed into her nightie in front of him, her brief nudity clearly being the catalyst. Whenever she appeared, she had went straight to the glass fronted double doors and locked them, then pulled the curtains to leave the room notably darker as only the light from the kitchen window still streamed in.

I was sitting up with my shoulders against the back of the bed, still dressed in my shorts and t-shirt when my mum sat down beside me, and without words, she put her right arm around my shoulders and cupped my head to bring my face towards the nape of her neck. We didn't speak at first, but what I did do was put my arm around her tummy, and she hugged me even tighter to her with my head now looking downwards, towards her silver cross that was sitting off centre with our current position.

Thinking nothing of it, I reached up to where it lay on the edge of her left breast, took it in my inquisitive fingertips and returned it to the centre, between her cleavage in her white, lace embroidered neckline of her otherwise motherly nightdress. Rather than remove my fingers immediately, I played with the pendant, and by default my fingers touched the top of her fleshy bosom. For her part, Mum kept watch of my fingers, I couldn't see her eyes but I could feel her head was pointed downwards, her relaxed breathing in my ear.

"Do you like that?" She asked, and rather than behaving like a caught boy doing wrong, I stroked it where it lay on her chest and explained about seeing it when I came to, after my accident.

"He'll always look after you," Mum said of her lord and saviour.

"A bit like my Mum then?" I suggested, nuzzling into her more with her squeezing me tightly, until I had to move my head to rest completely on her chest.

"I thought I'd lost you," Mum said, her voice thick with emotion and tears.

"Hey, I'm still here... you did it... you saved me," I was trying my best to cheer her up as I looked up into her eyes."

"Can I hold you a while?" She asked,"I just can't let you go just yet."

As she said it she did briefly let go, shuffled down flat on the bed and raised her arm to grant access again. I looked at her as if for permission to lay my cheek flat across her right breast, but soon I was feeling her natural pillow soften my resting head's weight on her. I did feel awkward, however, and placed my hand on my own hip, but Mum silently gripped it and brought it to her chest, actively holding it in place on top of her left breast.

"You used to fall asleep like this every night," she purred, stroking the back of my hand as I took this as a green light to get proper comfortable, lifting my leg to rest just over hers.

There I fell asleep, my drugs doing their thing to numb the pain, and my mother's bosom making me sleep like a baby. Around two hours must have elapsed when I noticed my mum's warmth was gone. Mum and Dad were talking, around the corner of the room in the area the double bed was in.

"You know he's going to be fine," my father whispered.

"God Russell I hope so. He fell asleep so easily.... maybe I should wake him. Should I wake him?"

"Caroline?" My Dad's firm voice was slightly louder now...."Relax."

"Easier said than done," she replied, warmth and humour in her tone.

"Maybe I can help," Dad then said.

I held my breath he kissed her, again and again until my Mums voice mumbled, "We can't. He's right there."

"With the drugs and the trauma, he's out cold," my Dad then kissed her again.

"Mmmm."

It was still dark, not that I could see anything with the kitchen in the way, but I could hear mum gently moaning.

"Can we take these off?" Dad whispered as knicker elastic was moved up her legs, and then the bed creaked as my Dad must have lowered whatever he had on, and moved into position on top.

"Oh God," Mum moaned, then they kissed before she groaned again. Dad was moving slowly so I wouldn't wake, but I could clearly distinguish between in and out strokes, with the former generating a silent but rhythmic, "Hmmh."

Then the strokes turned shallow and faster, I imagined that their bodies were tightly together how with wet slaps emanating into the quiet room.

"Russell..." Mum sounded more worried than aroused."

"He's Asleep."

Dad kept fucking her, and now it was proper fucking as he was pounding her sodden core, "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm," just audibly telling me my mum was enjoying it, before a strangled grunt, a final few squeaks of the bed and then silence. Dad had cum.

"We're terrible parents," I heard Mum say, and Dad laughed.

"No we aren't, parents have sex!"

"Not with their son effectively in the same room. Get off me, bad man!"

Then they kissed, and the next thing I knew he was saying goodnight after creeping out past me like a thief in the night, causing me to really concentrate on being asleep as Mum then had came to close the door. There they briefly discuss the morning, with Dad saying he'd help me in the shower.

Mum stopped and looked at me after she closed the patio doors. I just styled it out and remained firmly, 'Asleep.'

~~~

Morning arrived, and with it came a dull ache down my side as the painkillers had worn off during the night. I struggled up onto my feet, really feeling the pain in my shoulder and hip today, so I set off to see where Mum put my drugs. Hearing movement in her bedroom, I stuck my head around the corner and quickly stepped back with a, "Oops, sorry."

Mum was just wearing pink panties and was stretching upwards as she was in the process of putting her nightdress on, and this fact piqued my interest that my mother had been sleeping mostly in the nude, as her bare back disappeared under the material.

"Hey, it's ok, nothing to see," Mum chirped, turning to where I stood and asking, "How's my poor boy today?"

"Sore as hell, my side is killing me," I replied, and accompanying hug landed differently this morning, as I knew what she had been doing with Dad.

As she hugged me, she thought nothing of the tit on my forearm, my upper arm between her breasts that had yet to meet her bra today, and almost as soon as I looked down to register it, she leaned up to kiss my cheek and said, "Breakfast and drugs for you. Go sit down."

Soon everyone was here, Dad and Michael arrived with some pastries they had picked up that morning. I hadn't even heard the car. Then came my next pain, discussing my capabilities with Mum, as my brother went to have his shower.

"Will you be alright having one on your own?" The innocent question was said with love.

"Ah, I think I might need to take Dad up on his offer of help, I'm really not in good shape."

The words were out by the time I realised that I'd been, 'Asleep,' when he'd said this, and I'm positive Mum joined the dots too, as her calling him over from the kitchen was rather distracted, whilst keeping eyes on me.

My day was humiliating, showering with my father in his swim shorts, with my little brother wheeling me about in a wheelchair belonging to my grandad, that Dad had found in the shed. Anywhere long distance, of course Dad did the pushing, with him fixing my feet into place being much more mundane than when Mum did it.

She looked conservative today, dressed in a three quarter length pair of shorts and a blouse buttoned almost to the top, I kind of got the impression she felt guilty about sex last night. Also, Dad was being rebuffed at every grip of her bum, hug or kiss too, with the subject of where I was sleeping not raising it's head until I refused a beer with dinner.

"Oh, he must be bad," my little brother observed, also offering to have it instead.

"No chance! Another 6 years at least," Dad said, then turned to me and with a hint of hope in his voice asked, "Fancy your own bed back tonight?"

My subsequent stumble in the bathroom would answer this better than my reply of, "Mmm, yeah," and it was again decided that I'd share with my mother.

There was to be no visit from Dad after Mum and I turned in at 10pm. She soon changed into her nightwear, not the same one as this morning and last night, this was a pair of yellow shorts and a yellow and blue top that was sleeveless, and had wide arm-holes that revealed her thick, white bra underneath as she sat down with me on the sofa. It was yet to be unfolded, and she flopped down with me, handing me a can of lemonade after I turned down a glass of wine with her.

It felt nice to have her to myself, something I really never got over losing after the arrival of my little brother when I was 8. We talked about school, my impending quest to be a journalist. Boy have i got a story about what happened next.

Mum had gone to get herself a beer as the wine was in the other building, it was after 11pm, and with several other subject dealt with, we got round to the events that placed us in this situation when I joked I could write my first big scoop on my heroic mother. I got into full interview mode, yes I had rehearsed my style many times in the bathroom mirror, and jokingly held up my now empty can of lemonade as a microphone.

"So Mrs Lee, how on earth did you know how to react and spring into action, when the dashingly handsome young man almost drowned?"

Mum played along, probably trying to take the drinks can from me, but when I held onto it she just gripped my hand in both of hers and replied, "Oh it's a long, old story. I was a lifeguard in my twenties, and I know that it's hard to believe that twenty years has passed and I'm actually in my forties now..."

"Get right out of town!" I exaggerated my response.

"I know! My husband doesn't know how lucky he is..." she smiled, fluffed her blonde hair up with her hands and continued, "So I'm ALWAYS on the lookout for a young, strapping guy who needs the kiss of life..."

"And what a lucky young guy he was that you were on the prowl," I teased."Now tell me, I heard a rumour that this isn't the first man who's life you've saved...?"

I've heard before many times, that this was how my parents met, so bringing it into the role-play wasn't new ground. Her response however was somewhat different.

"Mmmm, you heard right! Let's just say my first real encounter with my husband was not the half naked, breathless experience of most couples."

At this she put her hand over her mouth, started to laugh and looked slightly red faced at her over-share. I probed further, thrusting my pretend microphone in front of her again, I asked, "Oh Mrs Lee! Are you telling me that your husband rewarded you for your heroics by marrying you?" At this my mother smiled like she was considering this reply more thoroughly. I nudged her and put the lemonade can right up to her mouth with a questioning, "Mmm?"

I saw her biting her lip for a moment, then she gripped my hands that housed the 'Microphone' as if to blank her son out and said, "Let's just say I wasn't the one doing the bouncing up and down later that night..."

"MUM!" I exclaimed, "My ears... my ears!"

"Oh stop! I know you know he was here last night, and you and your brother didn't arrive via stork!"

I choked on saliva, "What do you mean he was here last night?" I tried to maintain the lie.

"Please. I appreciate the pretence, but your knowledge that your Dad offered to shower you? That was said in front of a sleeping son. A true school-boy error, my boy."

I was somewhat embarrassed but decided to keep rolling with it, holding up the lemonade can again to ask, "And what on earth did I miss out on before your conversation at the door?"

This time she didn't, 'Take the mic,' but looked at me as if she knew I'd been awake for the whole encounter. "Nothing, we were just..."

"Being comfortable?" I offered as a filling for the silence.

"Yes," she replied. Then she set her glass down and reached behind herself. "Speaking of being comfortable..."

She had reached behind to release her bra, then lowered her straps from her shoulders and threaded her arms through the gap. Then she reached in through those loose arm-holes and brought out the undergarment, thus succeeding in both intriguing and baffling my teenage mind.

"Ahhh," Mum said as she sat back down. "Much better. Here's to being comfortable," she said, raising her beer to me before taking a sip.

"Wish I was comfortable," I replied, feeling a twinge in my hip and arm.

"Awww, my poor baby," Mum's sympathies were nice, but so was her free hanging boob now touching my other thigh as she leaned over to stroke my arm. "Were you comfortable enough last night in this?"

In truth I think it did make my pain worse, but it was much better than sharing with my dad or brother, so I brushed it off with a half-hearted assurance. But it went wide of the mark, apparently, as Mum then looked at me, still slightly across me with her trapped arm shielding the gaping arm-hole and asked, "Now are you telling Mummy the truth?"

"What am I, 8?" I tried to laugh it off as I didn't want her to worry, but her gaze told me she was serious so I replied, "Alright, I think it fucking killed my hip."

She playfully smacked me for swearing. Then she knocked the remainder of her beer back, briefly giving me a view of armpit with the raised arm. Then she stood and said, "Alright, time for bed," and as I thought she was about to help me unfold my sofa-bed, I shuffled onto my feet and sat on the arm of the sofa bed as she walked towards her bedroom.

I still sat there about thirty seconds later when she came back out. She stood at the door with her arm up, leaning against the frame and leaving a huge amount of skin on the bottom of her tummy exposed, as well as under her arm exposed too. The thin material had moulded itself around her breasts which were hanging low and heavy, whilst not being porn-star big on her 5ft4 frame.

"Coming?" Mum asked, causing a perplexed look to take over my face as she confirmed the offer with, "Well, I'm not sleeping on that bloody thing. You're never too old to share with your Mum."

I started out on the short, but hazardous journey towards the bedroom, holding onto the sofa back, wall and kitchen counter-top as I went. Mum had turned as soon as I had begun, and as I came through the door to her room, there she was bent over the bed to fix the pillows. She was side-on to me, and as she climbed half up on the bed to reach what would be my pillows, I could do nothing but look in through the low cut arm-hole, directly at her lolling back and forth, hanging left breast that was exposed enough to see down to the curve. I was mesmerised by it as she now focused on the sheets, and I saw the thick, tanned tit playing along, dangling loosely underneath the yellow top and wobble with each movement.

"There, all sorted," she said with a smile as she turned to me.

"Erm, are you sure that Dad won't be round?" I asked, leaving out what he might come round for.

"Pah! I wish," Mum replied, possibly feeling the effects of the night's beer and wine.

"Dare I ask?" I smirked, sitting with my back to her as I started to take my slip-on shoes off.

"If you like. Mondays and Thursdays only, if you want to know. Your Dad is very set in his ways."

"Oh... OK..." I said, still not turning to her as I felt her getting in the bed.

Of course, Russell isn't my biological father. Mine died whenever I was barely on solid foods, so Russell being in my life since I was 6 made it perfectly natural to call him Dad, as I did.

"You don't mind if I read for a while?" Mum then asked, and I eventually got myself sorted to get into bed beside her.

"No, it's your bed so your rules," I replied, raising the sheets that she had wrapped around her body, secured with her arm up over to hold her book.

"Hmmm, if only Russell followed that hierarchy," she said in a playful way, not taking her eyes off the text before she licked her fingers to turn the page.

After around 5 minutes passed, I had noticed she hadn't turned another page as I patiently waited to see if she exposed anymore skin. I was faced towards her on my left side, and as I mused this, and placed the book flat on her chest and asked me, "Did it ever feel strange for you to call Russell 'Dad,'"

"Honestly? No. It's not that I remember my real father," I said, then asked her, "Do you ever think about him, my Father?" immediately bringing a big smile to Mum's face.

"Every time I look at you... you're getting so much like him as you get older," she replied, looking over to me.

"Really?" I sat up on my arm a bit now, not expecting this to prompt Mum to reach around to cup me and stroke my cheek.

"We met in school you know. I hated him at first as he was so full of himself that I just wasn't interested. Then, those few years after school, he would come to the swimming pool where I worked and he kept asking me out. Of course I kept saying no... I wish I hadn't now, knowing what would happen."

My Dad died in a train crash on his way to work. He had left the car that morning for Mum to take me to the clinic for a checkup, something that she always regretted asking him to do. I sat up against the headboard, put my arm around her and hugged her into me.

"You know I always love to hear you talking about him. I'll never get tired of it."

There we sat for approximately twenty minutes while Mum told me about how he chased her, how happy he was when they finally got together and eventually married. She left that bit out where she saved his life then took him to bed to celebrate the fact he was alive.

"Was he happy to be a father?" I asked, and now she moved to fully relax into my embrace, snaking her left arm underneath my right one as my left hand rested on the exposed skin under her arm.

It didn't really matter that my hand now had access to her body under her arm-hole as I just ran my fingers on her ribs. Yes, it was intimate, heightened when she teared up on telling me, "My Ben was so happy. I was super nervous about telling him as we had no money, but the words were hardly out before he picked me up and....."

"Oi oi... TMI!" I teased as she squeezed me tighter.

"Oh shut up!"

After our chat we decided to try to sleep, discussing the best position for me to be in and we soon settled into what would have been spooning, had we nudged together a few centimetres. I then found a new problem, as my hand kept falling from my hip. I needed to keep resting it's weight or I'd get sore, but then it kept falling off, dangerously close to where my Mum's bum was and giving me an aching pain for my trouble.

"You ok over there?" I heard Mum ask.

"Yeah, just my pain in the arm being a pain in my ass."

"Give it here," Mum said, as she reached back to take my hand and then shuffled her hips back towards my groin. On letting go, she had placed my hand on her hip, with the rest of my arm leaning on my own hip. "Better?" She asked.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Don't feel awkward, you're my son. You came out of me for heaven's sake."

I laughed it off but there were other factors at play, as I lay there in the dark. This was the woman I had lusted after since I knew that it wasn't just for peeing through, the woman I'd heard getting boned the night before and now with my hand on her hip, just below the hem of her t-shirt. Yes, I worried about waking up in the morning with a hardon, especially as we were so close together now. Mum fell asleep first, I heard her gentle breaths catch on what sounded like a micro-snore, somehow beautiful that she was so at peace. I clearly nodded off some time soon after, or else I wouldn't have awoken in such a predicament.

It must have been 3am at least when I woke. It was pitch-black in the room, and as I stirred, I immediately felt the warm flesh in my hand. I've been lucky enough to hold breasts before, and as I became fully awake, my gentle squeezing connected the dots as to what it was that i held, especially when I also felt the confines of her clothing over it.

I'll never, ever know how it got there, but my hand had somehow found it's way inside the plunging arm gap and was caressing my mother's breast. Rather than move it off, I fondled her for a while, feeling the slightly more bumpy surround of her nipple, and then the nipple itself as I rolled it between my probing fingertips.

"Mmmm, Ben," I heard, feeling my mum's hand come round to my hip. I was hard, of course I was, and when she felt it she held me in place as she rubbed her bum against it, and then her hand was on the move again to join mine on her breast.

I dared not speak, hardly breathing as she gripped my hand, and I didn't care about the pain as it went down her body and onto the exposed skin above her shorts. She then moved my hand underneath her top again, adjusting her body as my hand travelled upwards so she no-longer was trapping her other boob that the metallic feeling cross lay on.

Soon I was playing with both breasts while Mum reached back to my hip. We were gyrating together, the tingling on the tip of my cock was intense. Mum was groaning as she moved her bum against me, and I used the boob and arm up her front to gain momentum. But then her hand was on the move again, back round to me but this time not to my hip. I jerked as her hand went straight for the goal, down the front of my shorts and onto my cock like a woman who knew her way around.

My hands froze on her breast, savouring the pleasure of her stroking my member and I made a decision to respond in kind. Down my hand travelled, leaving the firm, squishy cushion of her breasts, down over her stomach, flat but soft. Mum then pivoted her hips as my hand went under her waistband, "Aww yes," slipped from her mouth as I landed in pubic hair where I traced small circles while moving downward.

She even opened her legs for me to access her slit, and soon I was stroking her wetness, and she stopped stroking as her body stiffened when I first entered her vagina. I didn't stay in it, the angle was wrong so I focused on her clit, pressing it with the pad of my middle finger like a toggle, such was the length it protruded from it's hood.

Mum was pulling on my cock now, and together we panted and moved together whilst moving towards our climaxes. I think I edged it, my balls were drawing up as I ran her clit between my fingers, stroking her wet slit too. Then I couldn't take it any longer, and still putting pressure on her nub, I let go and came all over my shorts and Mum's hand, a hand that she immediately brought out from my shorts and over her own to hold my hand tightly to her as she came.

"Yes... Ben, right there," Mum said as she bucked and writhed against me, riding out her orgasm.

Afterwards, we didn't speak, I lay there with my hand in her shorts, now on her hip as she lay still. Was I upset when I heard her gentle sleep sounds? No. It was probably better than what happened in the morning.

~~~

I still don't remember getting back onto the sofa, still in it's unfolded form. I had a sore head like I was hungover, despite the fact I'd had no alcohol. I also felt dizzy, and then felt strangely disoriented as the layout felt alien when I tried to find my way to a tap that should have been obvious in the small apartment.

Mum appeared in her nightwear, she was looking at me strangely, even more so when I told her clearly I was trying to get a drink. "It's ok, you go and sit and Ill get you one."

She led me over to the sofa, then she opened the patio door and screamed, "RUSSELL!"

I was sitting happily with my water, hearing Mum as she put clothes on assuring me, "Just sit And relax, Dad won't be long."

Dad appeared in the doorway with my brother, just as Mum came back into the room as she secured her blouse and shuffled her bra to sit right. "Tell your Dad about the water moving tap..."

I explained, clearly in my mind, about the confusion with the journey to the sink, the words clearly causing concern as Dad looked up to my Mum and stood, saying in a low voice, "We need to get to hospital."

What I didn't know was that my words were coming out as jumbled as my thoughts, and so we were in the hire car on our way to the local hospital, with my little brother seeing the humour, "Wow cool! Bro's gone cray-cray!"

"Stop it!" Mum admonished, then asked me if I was alright. I think I said I was fine, the right way around.

The upshot was that I was concussed, not helped by the tablets the hospital had prescribed I might add. I needed rest, but Mum was reluctant to even continue the holiday and wanted to head home immediately, as we headed back to our holiday home the next afternoon when they let me out of hospital.

"Mummmmm! It's not fair that we have to go home," my little brother complained, clearly annoyed at the two week holiday being cut so short, and Dad agreed, saying that we should not rush into the journey home. But I couldn't get any rest, I had to stay in sight of everyone, including a hyperactive 10 year old boy who was tiring me out by looking at him.

Mum, however, was so attentive to me, immediately settling me on the sofa and securing my head against pillows, and there was that cross again, that cleavage, and then there was the memory of that strange image of fingering my mother to orgasm, when in fact, it had just been a concussion fuelled wet dream.

Wasn't it?

~~~

Wednesday was strange, I was tired but at least my words were in the right order. I was dizzy, too warm and was in the air conditioned room about 22 hours that day. I was now certain that I hadn't slept with my mother and did those things with her, she was tending to everything I needed, but the thought of going home was getting more and more appealing to me, with Dad and Michael still not sold.

On Thursday morning a decision had been made by Mum and Dad, with Mum breaking the news at breakfast that we were heading home. "Oh, but we've just arrived. This is so unfair," my little brother, technically half brother, moaned.

But Mum and Dad were smiling at one another, soon breaking the delay in advising Michael that he would get the rest of his holiday, with Dad staying with him, Mum driving us home via boat, as she wasn't happy about me flying in my condition.

Dad helped me into the car, although my physical complaints were now easing off, and then I saw in the rear view mirror their embrace, as Michael said goodbye like we were now a hindrance. I opened the window to hear their words as they kissed and hugged:

"You keep in touch at every rest stop, and don't be doing too much. Use the credit card if you need to stay overnight anywhere," Dad was clearly concerned.

"I'll be fine, I'm a regular superhero, remember?" Mum tried to sound upbeat.

"I'll miss you, what am I going to do tonight without you..."

"Hmmmmh, hold that thought until you get home... I'll be waiting with open arms.... maybe more."

As I sat there in the passenger's seat, a distant memory made a connection to these words, as Mum had told me that they had sex on Thursdays... in my dream that is. But then she was plopping down into the driver's seat, with Dad opening my door to say, "You get well soon, we'll just have to have one last holiday when you're better."

The journey itself was mundane, with Mum asking with what felt like every passing mile, "Doing OK over there?"

I was ok, being with her on the open road made me immediately feel ten times better. At every stop she fussed and checked the booking for the boat, rang my Dad and asked me repeatedly if I was ok, and although my mind was still quite groggy, I'm pretty certain she asked me if I had any strange thoughts or hallucinations, on four separate occasions. Of course I didn't answer with the truth, 'Yes Mum. I played with your tits and put my hand in your shorts as I emptied my balls in my shorts.'

Those thoughts stayed at the forefront throughout the day, watching her legs move as she worked the pedals. They were mostly bare as she had one of those body suits on, short on the legs and sleeveless. It also buttoned quite low, but I only got value from that when we stopped and it was free from her seat belt, but even the way it crossed her chest was enough to make up for it, accentuating her breasts either side.

We arrived at Calais around 7:15pm, well on time for the sailing at 8:30. It immediately seemed quiet as we arrived at the hire car depot, and looking out towards the port as I waited for Mum outside, it looked dead as well. Whenever Mum emerged she was engrossed in her phone while biting her nails. "All set?" I asked.

"They've cancelled the fucking crossing," Mum said upon looking up at me.

"Oh, bumsie!" I said, not really as stressed about it as she seemed to be. "When's the next one?"

"8:30am, apparently there's a storm at Dover."

"Jeez, we don't even have a car to sleep in," I remarked, standing between our former hire car and a bag containing our coats and a change of underwear, Mum's idea of essentials.

She was playing with her cross pendant, a sure sign that all wasn't well. I touched her arm and made her jump, "It's no problem. We just walk over to that hotel, just don't run away without me," I said, trying to lighten things a bit.

"Ok."

What I hadn't pieced together, however, was the fact that many others had received this email we had missed, that caused our current situation and Mum's stress, because the line up to the check in desk was almost to the door.

"Maybe we will be hiring a car to sleep in," I joked, getting a smile as Mum went on her phone to Dad to tell him the tale of the shit show.

As I stood beside her to usher her closer to the bank of desks, I was worried that families were getting turned away. Mum was still on the phone, so she didn't see the trend of couples being admitted for the night until we got to the desk and Mum asked, "Two rooms, please with a connecting door, or a twin room."

"I do one room with a twin," seemed like all of our orders were met.

Mum seemed to brighten up a bit as we made it up to the 10th floor in the elevator, but that changed to a defeated look of disbelief as we opened the hotel room door to reveal one double bed in the middle of the room.

Mum took the bag from her back as she turned away, then her hands went into her hair and she seemed strangely irritated by this and sighed, "Just perfect."

"Sorry," I murmured, feeling like I had ruined everybody's holiday with my stupid habit of jumping into the pool.

With that comment she turned and snaked her arms around my neck, and not knowing where to put my hands, I decided on just beneath her armpits, feeling the damp heat from the hard day as she mashed her cheek into my chest.

"Oh honey, none of this is your fault. Just an accident, I'm just so happy you're ok."

.

"I'm fine," I said, stroking her ribs, "after all, I've got my hero with me."

Rather than warm her to me, this made her push right back from me and she started talking about dinner. We then descended nine floors to the restaurant, and if I say it wasn't the Ritz, I'm being kind.

We both went to up to the buffet, I had chicken curry while Mum had noodles and beef. I fancied a beer but Mum said no, telling me it would play havoc with my medication.

"Ooh, not joining me in my Pepsi Max?" I teased as she lifted a small bottle of white wine.

"I've been driving and stressing all day... and hey, I saved your life."

This was the first time she had said anything about it and didn't look haunted, so I smiled back at her warm grin and said, "Touché." Then we headed back to our table and enjoyed our meal together, still blissfully ignoring the issue waiting upstairs.

Mum went quiet when the elevator announced the tenth floor, straight from our brief musing about what Dad and Michael were doing. Mum had rang him, and we both talked to him and Michael and they were having a good time out eating burgers, and Dad being told on for having a beer. Whenever Dad signed off with, "I'll miss you later," Mum's eyes shot up to mine for a brief moment, before she said goodnight to him and the silence kicked in.

"Think I'll have a quick shower," I said on entry to our room, and Mum looked at me with a peculiar awkwardness before she looked to the bed and the bag that was on it. Suddenly it was obvious what the issue was, as our travel bag did not contain pyjamas.

"I'll erm, have one afterwards," Mum said to the small black bag, not me.

I had quite a long shower, but I didn't masturbate, too nervous to get it up I think. I realised when I finished that in my haste to get away from the awkwardness, I had no clean boxer shorts and donned one of the white, thick robes.

Mum just smiled as I emerged from the steam, said, "Thanks," as she took the door handle from me as I held it open for her to go past. Then we went to move the same way at the same time, before I laughed as she exaggerated her retreat and said, "After you..."

Immediately I changed into my clean boxer shorts she had left on my pillow, together with our two coats being placed on the hangers as I noted the white, cotton panties had gone. I climbed into the bed, tried to amuse myself with my phone but quickly found myself looking at the door as water hit the shower tray.

I could picture the cross between her chubby breasts, with water cascading down onto them like rain. Of course I imagined she had a hairy bush, after what I still believed to be a strange, great dream. I listened to the pattern of water changing, as if she had stepped out of the flow to lather herself, and soon my dick reacted.

"Oh for fuck sake," I scolded myself as it got past a semi, and I tried to think bad things, but that didn't last long as soon, there she was.

Mum still had a shower cap on, and I laughed at it as she smiled, "Don't knock it. I'd be drying it for an hour if it wasn't for this," whilst closing the door whilst dressed in the white robe that matched mine, now thrown across the chair at the desk.

She had noted my bare torso, her eyes were on it when I looked up from my phone to break my, 'Not looking,' pose.

"If you're not ready to sleep, I'll keep the light on," she said whilst stood at the bedside.

"Erm, no, I'm shattered," I said, setting down my phone and not appreciating why she had asked.

It went dark, proper blackout dark, and after I heard the bedsheets raising, after a brief pause there was a different sound, like a heavy sound of fabric falling to the floor as Mum removed her heavy robe, and I moved to the very edge of the bed as she got in.

From the movement beside me, I gathered she was faced to the wall on her side, giving me a strange sense of deja vu as it felt so familiar.

"You can come closer, don't want you to fall off and hurt yourself again." Then she then said "Give me this,", taking my right hand in hers to bring it around her tummy as I moved onto my left side.

"Is it still sore?" Mum's question wasn't answered as I was in danger of poking her hip with my cock.

"Mum, I...."

"Shhh," Mum breathed, lifting her body for a moment to allow me to reach around her ribs.

I could feel her breast on my thumb, something it took a few strokes to identify, but crucially, she didn't move my hand away. She was letting me touch her.

Her breathing changed, not faster but measured, deeper and slightly ragged. Her fingers were still stroking my hands whilst, in turn, I stroked the bottom of her left boob before she lifted, guided my hand up over the curve to cup her entire breast.

"Oh Mum," I almost sobbed as the flesh filled my hand, spiling over too, as the realisation hit that maybe it wasn't a concussion fuelled dream after all.

"What we did was so wrong," she said in the night air, but I didn't answer, just gently scooted closer to her and placed my lips between her shoulder blades and gave her a few gentle kisses around there.

"This doesn't feel wrong," I said, then made her groan when I did it again, adding my tongue to warble in the small gap between my lips, and as her breathing got faster, she began to reposition my hand as I reached around her.

Now I was clutching her to me, holding her breast in my right hand before I stroked down her body and cupped her sex through cotton. "Take these off," I whispered, like I'd heard Dad ask her at the villa.

She complied, rolling onto her back with my hand still on her mons, and soon I felt the panties go south. She opened herself, spreading her left leg up and wide, she kept her right one flat as my leg was on it now.

There I played with her fur surrounded clit again, she played with my dick over the material this time, like going underneath was the last barrier. She was soaking now, more than ready for what I wanted next, and as I moved to be on top of her, she stopped my progress and said, "We have to get these off," as she gently tugged at my boxers.

It was awkward as I tried not to hurt my hip, but soon I was naked, just like Mum.

I slid between her wide open legs, the head of my cock dragging along her slit until she reached down, rubbed it between her lips and guided me in. "Oh God," she groaned lowly, and with one long, slow push I was inside her with her hands moving onto my bum. With her knees raised and legs bent and feet flat on her bed, she tried to move her pussy to suck me in.

"Careful," I warned when she tried pulling my hips down towards her hungry cunt after I pulled back to the tip, and then she released me and held me by the waist, "Don't want it to end too soon."

"Sorry," she breathed, and then groaned as I slowly fed my length back inside, bottoming out against her limit.

There I stayed, listening to her breathing and enjoying her fingers on my back, but not quite as much as her velvet folds surrounding me. "You know I thought I'd dreamt our first... encounter," I told her with my voice shaking as she squeezed me in her tight vice.

"Maybe you'll remember this better?" Mum asked me as she squeezed again.

I was leaning on my good, left arm, and with my right I cupped her boob to bring my mouth to it, here in the dark it was erect and rock hard.

"Oh God yes, yes, do that," she said, then I moved to the other heavy breast to roll my tongue around the bumpy areola and rhythmically suckle as she moaned from her belly, "You're so like your father."

"Am I really?" I said, now level with her face.

She then did something to surprise me, she reached to the bedside and flicked the light switch, and there lay beneath me was Mum.

Her eyes were teary, but full of love as she told me, "Your brown hair, height and build, I saw him when I was doing CPR on you. It was like he was underneath me again."

"And now... is he inside you again?" I asked, withdrawing my cock and stroking back in her.

"He's gone... but you're very much here, my beautiful boy. You touch me like him, you... fill me like him," she said as she flexed her hips.

"Oh! Careful," I said, smiling down.

"We have all night..." had my hips drawing back once again. "Mmm, yes, right there," she said as I bottomed out, building a slow and steady beat, still holding a fleshy left breast as I slowly had sex with my mother.

"You know I've wanted... this forever?" I asked.

"How long? Uh, yes, fuck!"

"How long? About 6 and a half inches..." I said into her loving eyes and smile, watching it change to a laugh and then a carnal groan as I pressed against her cervix.

"You know what I meant," she purred, with her face all pink and warm.

"Since I knew what sexual attraction was."

She searched my face with her eyes, then focused on my lips and told me, "Kiss me."

We kissed and it was amazing, but I couldn't ignore the pain in my arm, together with inability to thrust into her as my hip hurt, something she picked up on when I whimpered into her mouth in pain. She stroked my face and asked, "Hey... are you alright? When I told her my issue she was ever the problem solver, "Get on your back," was the perfect solution.

Immediately she followed me over, eager to get me back inside her as she sat astride me and raised her knee. If it was almost overwhelming to sink my length in her the first time, watching my middle-aged mother hold my cock at the base and lower her fair haired vagina onto it, was something that will stay to the grave. Soon I was completely sheathed, and only then did I watch as she got comfortable, her breasts wobbling from side to side.

She leaned down to continue kissing, her tits were brushing my hairless chest, her blush-pink nipples scraping my skin as her hips started to flick back and forth. Then she hefted her right boob in her hand, held my head up to suckle on her before I was completely raptured by pleasure.

I came in her, with my hands by my side, gripping the bedsheets in a fruitless attempt to squeeze my sperm back in. Cumming like a volcano, I was spurting thick loads of white heat into the deepest depths of my mother, who did her best to reassure my post-nut embarrassment, "Ssshhh, it's ok..."

And it was ok, as with the blessing of youth, I stayed hard, something Mum acknowledged when she lifted her slit up my slick pole with, "Oh my!"

Off she went again, driving her hips too and fro evermore vigorously, until she broke away from our tongues tangling. Her blonde hair threw back with her head, her hands leaned on my chest as she ground on me, and I reached up to play with her right tit while resting my injured right arm on her thigh to thumb her clit.

This she loved, her hands were in her hair as I pleasured her breasts with my hand, cupping them, tweaking her nipples before she moaned, "Ben..."

"Who are you fucking, Caroline?" I asked, not knowing if, in her mind, she was on top of my Dad, who's name I shared.

"Don't... call me... Caroline..." was confirmation, and after I then said, "Cum for me... Mum," her orgasm was swift and hard. Squeezing my shaft, her juices bathed my balls, pulsing out of her pussy in perfect timing with her tremors.

I followed shortly afterwards, kissing her while her soaked pussy flicked and ground, twitched and sucked another 5 ropes of semen inside her.

"Soooo... what now?" I asked as she lay half on me, with my right hand under her arm on her boob.

"Well, we are stuck in a port, in limbo, I don't think normal rules apply."

Kissing was now normal, and we did lots of it between words as I offered to make up for the days in between Mondays and Thursdays, when Dad got home.

"Let's worry about home when we get there," she said, reaching down to my flaccid dick to play with it like a toy. "You really do take after your father," she said, rubbing the now thickening tip with her thumb.

"Just wait until my sore parts are better... show you what I can really do," I said, resulting in Mum raising her eyebrows, then her body was over me and we were off again towards mutual euphoria.

Spooning sex was had the next morning, it was perfect for my injured arm, resting over her side as I cupped her tit as I came. It spilled over onto the boat, we talked over a drink about getting home, she still wouldn't rule anything in or out, and then she said, "You know there are no rules at sea?"

The ship toilets weren't the most romantic place ever, but with my bum on the toilet seat and her on top, our genitals certainly felt the same together, gently rubbing and bouncing on me.

Uncle Thomas picked us up at the other side, oblivious to the thick, intense looks in the passenger seat mirror from Mum back to me. We talked about my fall, we regaled tales of the scenery and food, ignoring the real big news.

With Dad and Michael taking the rest of the holiday to themselves, we had those few more days together. We lasted three days of her being the caring mother, keeping check on the bump on my head, which was getting much better along with my hip and arm, which now was all but healed.

It was Monday and she was in bed, on the phone with Dad as I passed their bedroom door. She was touching herself whilst telling him, "I'm wearing my sheer nightdress for you, can you see my tits rolling back and forth? I miss cock..."

I felt like a pervert invading her private time, but I knew I could use it to my advantage as I went back to bed, waiting around ten minutes until I was sure they were done when I shouted, "Mum! Can you come here quickly?"

I heard her door slam against the wall, then feet on the landing and then my door flung open and there she stood, silhouetted by the landing light, truthfully to Dad she was dressed in her loose-fit, see through white nightdress. She was bare underneath, her breasts hanging low, her bush clearly hadn't been groomed as it darkened the area of her groin. "What's wrong?" she said as she stood at my side.

I pulled back my sheets and pivoted by legs around. Then I gripped her hips, "What are you doing...." her words changing to a warm smile as I raised the weightless material.

"Let me make you feel good, now I'm strong again," I said, and she didn't speak but scanned my eyes and face.

First she stood with her legs apart, either side of mine. I had my hands up her back, I could clearly see her cross under her nightie between her tits and feel her pussy hair against my stomach. Her not pulling back was the only sign that this might happen as her arms stayed at her side, but after a brief moment of thought, she then they did move. With arms crossing her body, she then raised her nightdress up and off, and as the material drew her breasts upwards, my hands were there to catch their fall and guide them straight into my mouth as she clutched me to her like a koala bear.

I then gripped her around the back and guided her onto the bed, where she went to sit astride me but I directed her onto her back, salivating as her legs spread and her mound raised up as she settled, while her bare boobs rolled up near her chin.

Flat on her back, I moved over her, kissed her and then moved down her body, taking her left nipple in my mouth first and sucking until she moaned, then it's twin before moving down. She covered her face as I kissed her thighs, moving inwards towards the goal, and as I drew my tongue between her folds, she took ahold of my head and pressed it to her slit.

I tongue-fucked her, knowing that if this was to be regular, I needed to be good, and when I introduced a finger up her cunt as I sucked on her clit, the banshee wail and the, "OhMyGod-OhMyGod... Yes! Yes! Yes," I took as success as she bucked and trapped my head between her thighs.

Our sex was measured, slow at first as our sexes renewed their acquainted, slapping together as she creamed my shaft when things got a bit more vigorous. I leaned on my hands from outstretched arms, only connected with my cock in her, drawing my hips back and thumping home.

"Every boy should come back home," I said, looking down to the join before covering her body completely with my own, holding her with a hand on her hip and the other around her back, driving harder and faster into her until she lost her mind in orgasm.

Then I made her turn on the bed, spread her legs and thrust back in her from behind. I could see her flailing tits in the mirror and turned her head to see herself in profile, getting fucked by her very own son. Her eyes were lidded, her face almost pained as she took my length at high tempo. But soon she couldn't keep her head up, then her arms gave out and she buried her face in the pillow and came, and her tunnel's rhythmic clutching of me had me holding her bum cheeks to my front as I flooded her vagina with sperm.

We didn't actually discuss fertility until the journey to collect Dad and Michael upon their imminent return. I had my hand on her thigh as she drove the Volvo, gently edging towards her skirt hem. "Stop that, I'm driving."

"Does that mean I can do it if you pull over?"

"Incorrigible," she grinned with a shake of her head. "We talked about this."

Indeed we had, it would all supposedly end when Dad was back, and then as the thought entered my mind, I said, "Hey, what about birth control?"

"You may keep your fingers crossed you've not knocked me up," sent a shock wave through me until her shoulders started to jerk, as I focused on her cross pendant like he might save me from my sin.

"Oh you should see your face... do you really think I'd have let you do that to me if I was able to get pregnant?"

"Fell out with you now," I said, folding my arms.

Mum looked at me, smiling as she sat her hand on my thigh. "Does that mean you'll not be interested that Russell is driving Michael to football on Saturday? They'll be gone all day...."

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