Mum (in Shorts)

'Nearly there

She grabbed for my arse cheeks to get more of me in her, 'nearly there, nearly there, sweetheart,' she quietly whispered as if somebody might overhear her asking me to keep pounding her oozing pussy.

My mother had not expected me to walk in on her lying on the sofa; nor had I expected to walk in to be confronted with the backs of her naked thighs showing me the combined view of a dildo sucker pad and tan arsehole.

Buried so deep the lever for the sucker only just visible, she eased the veined cock out to lay it by her side, casually saying, 'hello, darling. You caught mummy thinking of you.'

I had lied to gran when she said she had noticed how touchy feeling mum and I had got and were we.....?'

'No! Of course not.' However, mum and I were and had been for the past six months.

I'd take her in my arms and ask her if she was feeling horny.

'My darling, every time I see you, I am two clicks from horny.' And we would fuck. That is how touchy feely we were.

It was crazy how I hooked up with mum.

Harry was into wife swapping, not that he was married or anything he was only my age but got involved with some matures on his estate that were. And whose parties always had surplus of middle age females, hence the need for young, fit, unattached talent for the ladies to enjoy.

Intrigued and hoping to lay a mature I went along on one.

Men entered from the side street into the kitchen, ladies the front into the lounge. After a couple of loosening drinks it was lights out and men, in the dark, lead into the lounge.

'No talking, just feel you way around. Just because they are big don't shout about it, the rest will take care of itself. So clothes off and, figuratively speaking, in you go,' were the simple instructions; which is how, in the dark, I first got hands on the on my naked mother.

Putting my arm around the first body I found we made our way to a corner, we touched, we kissed, and we had a feel around. Colliding with an armchair the woman sat and I got to work doing the things people did to get the other one going. My fingering her getting her wet it did not take long for her reaching for my cock. Two fingers in got her knees up and well apart; I lined up, slid in.

'Mmmm, that's so lovely,' she said out loud.

'Mum!'

'Jesus! Michael?'

'Mum, what are you doing here?' cock still buried deep.

'I might say the same for you. Will you stop that?' We had frozen while we discovered each other, then my arse had started moving.

'Oh, sorry. Felt good.'

'Yes, it does but that's not the point, I'm your mother.' I pulled out, sat on the arm and we talked.

'I'd have thought you too young for this.'

'You are not getting any at home, then.'

'No. isn't that obvious?'

'Suppose so. The ease with which you logged on to me you are very needy.'

'You mean desperate.'

'Desperate enough for me?'

'For you?' You must be joking.' I got between her legs again.

Pushing my knob hard where her fanny must be. 'If you had not spoken this would have stayed in until you.......'

'Oh, Michael, we mustn't,' moving her arse forward when my knob located, 'darling, don't hate your mother and don't come in me,' and, for the first of many, she grabbed for my arse cheeks and pulled me in.

This morning we'd had sex before I went off to college. She did not come. Often doesn't taking my wood because it's a fuck and I come quickly, mum simply lies letting her pussy take a thrashing; the odd moan and words of love but doesn't come. I had skived off the last morning lesson and gone home for lunch and a grub screw.

'I have an hour and a half.' No need to tell her why.

'Oh, right. Then best not waste it,' taking her clothes off on her way upstairs, 'twice in one day. Lucky me,' and did what she knew I could not resist, lay back showing me her pussy and her ring. Which was when I realised how easy getting laid by her was always going to be.

Her mother pussy was mine.

Her tasty mother pussy was mine. I know, because, when we got home from the party we cuddled, I started to undress her, she didn't stop me.

'Don't turn the light off,' she commanded. Turning back mum had already raised her knees, 'this time I want to see my lover.' I knelt and licked her.

'Jesus! Stop!' I drew my mouth away, she grabbed for my head, 'no, keep doing it, pretend it's not mummy.'

Mother was nearly coming by the time I slid my cock in to the oozing pussy.

I filled her cunt a second time as she told the neighbourhood what her son was doing to her.

Given the chance I had only expected to shag her if we did it at home; I could not stop myself. I have licked some pussy in my time but juices from this one, whow, nectar. I would let her have her orgasm then I'd dive for seconds. She came almost as soon as I got back in.

'Oh, my sweet, that feels so goooodah!' then I would drop my load.

Every boy should be aware his mother, given the opportunity, is a nympho especially when experiencing her son's cock.

'Mmm,' she whined, releasing me from the grip of her strong legs. 'I could stay here all day with that in me,' my mother cooed. Then, as if she had done her duty, 'off you get.'

'Darling,' she said, letting her legs fall to the cushions, while I stared at the dildo, 'you can keep a secret, can't you?'

'Yes.'

'I have just been thinking of you. Holding your wet hanky, you know, thinking of you doing me that night at the party. Could you get hard for mummy again, just this once?'

I took her in my arms, pressed lips against her forehead to take time to gather what she was asking of me, 'any time.'

'Here, on the sofa. Not on our bed, he'll smell you. That will have to wait for another time, before I change the sheets.' Christ, nothing like planning ahead. I leant forward to confirm my interest.

'No kissing,' she reprimanded, knees back again, her mother pussy moist from being worked by the dildo; I showed her my cock.

'Oh, my baby, so hard for mummy.' In an instant we had coupled.

'Oh, you beauty. Oooo, yes. Just this once.'

'Keep going,' I had come, I'd already had her but it was still a new shag; a new cunt always made me come quick.

Realising how hard I was working to stay in, 'nearly there, sweetheart, nearly there,' she whispered in my ear. With her being so desperate it got a little squelchy but with her loving hands all over me feeling every inch she could reach I did my best to give her a good fuck.

We were getting dressed. 'I'll be quicker when I'm expecting it and I get used to doing it with you.' She came up close, 'and I want to get used to you,' dragging handfuls of hair to bring my mouth to hers into the previously denied kiss.

'My God,' she panted when we broke, 'I could want you again right now.' So much for, 'just this once.'

'Me too,' Already in bra and panties I slipped my hand inside to feel for her pussy, found her clit and began a massage.

'Don't stop,' dragging me into another unwanted kiss.

'Get it out,' she mumbled into my mouth.

'Your lovely cock,' her writhing hips responding to the clit massage, 'get it out.'

Legs shaking from the oncoming orgasm mum slid to the floor, took my cock in her mouth. Five minutes of her nodding head and ball massage I grabbed for her head.

'Mum!' I whined, 'here it comes. Here it comes, mum.'

I followed her to the floor, she held her knickers to one side, I finished in her juiced-up cunt. Demanding I waited for her to come I again kept fucking it until my cock chased her across the kitchen floor. I was late back to college.

A lucky mother.

Mouth and eyes wide open she looked up at him staring down at her, rolled so far back on her shoulders she could see his balls when he drew back to thrust back into her. Having crawled so far over her so he could fuck down his knee pressed so hard on a tit it hurt.

'I'm ca..... I'm ca.... I'm caaaaaagh.... mingaaaah!'

Thrusting his big arse at her petite body he managed to get his huge cock a few more millemeters in as he pumped cum deep in the cunt of his mother.

Her body paralized, her hollering, 'Jesus, oh, Jesus Christ. Tony, please stop,' a long painful whine escaping her dry throat with her son contined pumping the remains of his cum to the back of her channel.

Untangling their legs he got her spread out, looked down at the cum leaking passed his cock and the tight cunt, and, as if he hadn't heard the complaints pushed her knees wider apart.

'I'm gonna have to come again, mum,' he told her through gritted teeth; five inches still in he thrust the rest back up.

'Ooo, Tony, mummy wants you to stop,' he pumped through their combined juices.

Reaching for a repeat orgasm, he wrapped arms around the little grunting, whining, woman to keep her still to aim for the gaping hole when his cock slipped out.

'Mummy loves you, 'she demurred thinking he had finished, but, 'Ooowah! Huh, please stop,' when she got a ten-inch shaft.

Feeling his balls slapping against the cum drenched arsehole he knew his cock would never go up he pushed a hand under, felt around it until he got a finger in through the winking rosette.

'No! Oh, oh God, please no. This is going to hurt, this is going to fucking hurt, ' she shouted loud enough for the neighbours to hear, 'Jesus Christ, huuuuuurrataagh!' his mother came with the big cock shafting its full length.

Completely numb she was only slightly aware of the warm cum being delivered into her shaking body.

They had her sister's cottage for a week; sex was meant to be on the agenda twenty-four seven. That fuck, as soon as they had arrived, had her not speaking to him for a whole day. Relenting once he had agreed not to do her like that again, 'just make love to me, darling, that's what mummy needs.'

'What about my needs?' he asked, nearly blowing the whole week when she looked as if she was going to lose her temper.

'Isn't having me as a live in lover enough? How many boys get to shove their cock into their mother and come whenever they get a hard-on?'

'A couple I know of.' A little surprised at her language.

'What! Who?'

.'Dave, for one. And his sister.'

About to condemn Dave, she paused, recalling the number of times she had visited Dave in his garage. Ankles lodged over the wing mirrors of his vintage car, his cock sticking out of oil-stained overalls that gave her a rash on the inside of her thighs, she spread for him across the bonnet of his car. His was the second cock she'd had in years. The first time she did not need to blow it to get laid. Her third was Tony's huge weapon.

The first time she saw it, it was up and ready when he climbed into her bed.

'Darling, what are you doing?' she asked stupidly, when he climbed over and forced her willowy thighs apart.

'Darling, you can't,' looking down at his huge knob pressed against pussy lips, 'I'm your mummy, oowah! Hmmmmm!' when the helmet broke in and got two inches into a slightly damp cunt.

'Tony! I'm your mummy.'

'And Dave is my mate,' he pressed on.

However, mummy, being shagged gently, was the happiest woman in the world, came in two minutes. Not so happy after ten minutes when his ten-inch cock hammered his cum into her. Definitely not so during the next fifteen, getting fucked rigid until he came again.

You see, most women think they want a big cock and often change their mind once they get one; so Tony got used to not stopping until he'd had enough. Which meant his mother got the full treatment three times a week. However, she forgave him because the quickies were amazing.

That's not going to work

It was in the days before seatbelts and the pill. In my naivety I was unaware why, as soon as we got home, mum rushed upstairs and douched. They were a few anxious days that followed the car journey back from grans.

'That's not going to work,' dad said, trying to arrange us all to fit into the car with the stuff gran had suddenly told us she wanted us to store.

Mum and I on the back seat, boxes taking up half the seat with her and me crushed together.

'How about some boxes piled first, your mother on your lap in the middle and the rest of the boxes in after?' he suggested. It worked. My feet either side of the transmition tunnel, mum on my lap, legs either side of mine. Except for the fact it caused her skirt ride up when she settled, quite comfy really.

She was an average size in good shape, long auburn hair, big blue eyes and pretty face going handsome as it matured, a milf to my mates. Two kids have given her nice wide hips and, as Dave put it to dad, 'a nice fuckable arse.' And that's what I saw when she put arms on the backs of the front seats to chat with my sister Clarry and dad. Although I did not see it in the way Dave did, I could see panties disappearing between the cheeks of a 'nice fuckable arse'.

As the journey went on, her skirt rode higher and I got to see more of that fuckable arse. When she, unexpectedly, sat back it was onto a boner I could not hide.

'Oh!' she said, looking round at me.

'Sorry,' I whispered.

'It's okay, darling,' putting a hand between us and easing my cock out of the way, 'I'm flattered.'

I am pretty sure she deliberately leant forward so she could do it again; then her hand searching for my cock to push it out of the way again. Then letting me grip her hips and pull her back to boner when she had leant forward was also deliberate.

'Darling, naughty,' over her shoulder, at me lifting her skirt higher to get a better view of her knickers tightly creased over her ring and the outline of her pussy. Making eye contact mum pursed her lips and using the motion of the car began dry fucking me.

Watching my cock rub her arse I noticed my fly getting darker, my mother was wetting up, dampening my chinos. My mother is not daft. Feeling me easing her away, fiddling with my belt, she realised I was attempting to get my cock out.

'No!' she mouthed. 'Oh,' her pursed lips said when she saw my knob pointed up at her. I moved her knickers to one side. Pulling her to me, meaning to have some flesh-to-flesh dry fucking, my knob made contact with her arsehole.

'Simon!' mum growled in a loud whisper.

'Are you okay, back there?' dad asked.

'Yes, I was just asking Simon that too.' The speed dad unwittingly took the speed bump caught us all by surprise.

'Christ!' dad bellowed.

'Dad!' Carrie shouted.

'Jesus!' mum shouted and whined, 'no!' into the hand over her mouth as we landed with a thud that sent my knob through her ring. Mum didn't try to get off, the grip I had on her bum cheeks kept her suspended high.

'Okay, every body?' dad asked.

'Yes,' his wife mumbled through gritted teeth, 'I think so,' gradually sliding onto more of his son's cock as I released my grip, 'let's not stop, go straight home.'

Rising and falling mum took a couple more inches, hands taking her weight on my knees, whispered, 'I can't take any more, it's hurting,' through gritted teeth.

'Mum, I can't either.'

Turning to glare daggers at me, 'give me your hanky before you do,' she whispered too late. With most of my cock up her arsehole I filled it with the family's youngest seed.

'Hanky,' she snapped over her shoulder.

'Not for a minute,' I whispered back. I held her hips steady. This was only going to happen this once so I held her up for a few moments longer to savour the tight warmth. Her body convulsed when my balls pumped their last. First anal is not something a mother and her son get to share. I fiddled around until I got the hanky.

However, it did make me wonder why she stayed impaled when she could have got off as easily as she got on. That was until a couple of days later when she told me, 'It's okay, I forgive you.'

'What?'

'You manoeuvring me into that position.'

'Mum, you wanted my cock in you as much as I did.'

'Don't be disgusting. Sorry,' putting a hand on my arm she paused, 'it was okay, really. God, what have I said?' Tears formed.

I drew her to me, 'what is it, mum?'

'It's the first time I have ever felt one inside me up there.' So that was why she stayed coupled, intrigue.

'So you and dad...?' I did not need to add more.

Looking up at me she made a life changing decision, 'he has never tried.'

'And would you have?'

'Yes. And still want to.'

I have no need to tell you, dear reader' that it meant the household invested in a packet of three every month for fucking then anal. Then bareback after her periods ended with, 'mummy rolling a rubber on my boy,' for her arse, of course.

If one does not abuse it incest can be a wonderful gift and one can get the occasional eu naturale anal fuck. Not being able to nail a condom off for another fuck is a bit of a bore but getting her to kneel in a chair so you can get over her and push your cock in raw, whow! Balls deep, slapping against her wet pussy, Jesus, you come quicker up her arse like that than any other time.

Month five she gave her first blow job.

'Now you'll last longer,' mum said, wiping the corners of her mouth before kneeling in the chair for me to straddle her.

Month six, we 69'd. Something every boy should experience with his mother at least once.

'It's hard not to want start it that way every time,' she said, so casual standing by the marital bed, a hand clamped to her crutch to hold pussy lips together in an attempt to stop any more of my cum escaping down her legs after, for me, a very satisfying shag, 'a good way to start,' she grinned, before getting to the en suite. So, we did, every time, 'having my son do that is something so special,' she called from the end of the bed behind me.

Happily married, two kids of my own, I continued to visit mum once a month with dad gone, I would spend a few hours with her, ostensibly to do odd jobs. Her backside much broader now I had trouble getting it up. As lovely as she is, how much I love her, however horny she used to get me asking me to call more often, anal was not going to happen.

My mother was absolutely fucking amazing.

My mother has a hairy pussy. I know, not just because I have seen it, it's because I have knobbed it.

It's because she has laid back and let me study it.

It's because I have parted and pushed fingers in it.

And licked it.

All before I slid my cock in it.

And she is an absolutely fucking amazing fuck. Even at fifty-nine. Fucking amazing.

And for all that while I was slipping her a length, I did not have to use my hand once because at no time refused my cock. Once she finally succumbed into letting me into her bed, she was around me like a dog around a dustbin.

I only needed to think I wanted a wank, or feel my cock swing loose, go and show her and she was on it.

For someone who was normally so aloof she never ceased to surprise; more than moist, always so ready. Even to the extent of simply putting an arm around her shoulder to ask what time she was going shopping, or something, and it was, 'what now? You want me? You disgust me. If I say no you'll force me, won't you?' stroking my hardening cock, 'so no.'

So, I forced her.

'No! You can't just do me when you feel like it.'

'You can't expect me to want that thing shoved inside me just to pleasure you.'

'What makes you think I want that mess inside me/'

'God, that hurts. I'm so dry'

'Yeah, just like a wank,' I told her, she loved it.

Be it upstairs dragged through to her bed, in the kitchen arse hooked on the corner of the worktop, dragged through to the carpet in front of the fire, in the garage with her arse getting dirty parked on the oily bench. Which meant I needed to clean her lovely arse, which meant I got hard again and knobbed her bent over the car bonnet.

Or her with each foot in a kitchen draw, me pumping at her arse. She loved it. This woman, a church warden where the congregation thought butter would not melt in her mouth, loved it, couldn't get enough and a randy teenager had plenty to give.

'Oh, Christ,' when she saw my cock, and, like her first orgasm she'd ever had, 'oh, Christ!' when she started to come. The first time I must admit, even after the initial three-hour session where we had enjoyed each other four times, I was a little take aback by how ready she was for any sort of sex; even a simple fingering.

Fully expecting the denials, the 'we shouldn't be doing this', however, 'go on.' she commanded as if being my mother lifting her nightie and rubbing her pussy gave her rights over me, said, 'God, I need this. Go on show me.' She watched me undoing my fly, get my cock out.

'Oh, he's beautiful, come here,' pulling me onto the floor and on top of her fully clothed.

And, believe it or not, sated, we were lying next to each other she asked me, 'can you go again?' Your attractive mother asking you to fuck her again.

'I think so,' I told her, getting out of my clothes.

'Then let get out of mine,' she commanded.

I got to see her pussy.

I'd had my cock in it.

Left my cum in it.

Now I get to lay naked on her; oh, yes, I could go again.

She was forty when she had me, and must have been stunning back then.

According to dad who never let her forget she was a virgin when they married it was a virginity that lost its importance once he tired of their sex. Unfortunately for her, dad liked big tits so he lost interest in her once he had sown his seed and started knobbing the widow next door. Not to be outdone or rather than not to be done at all she thought to get her own back by offering her fifty-nine-year-old body to his son. Not a hard leap of faith considering how often this son had wanked listening to her getting fucked while thinking of her naked in one position or another.

She confided in me; I told her to get to know other men.

The next morning her standing at the top of the stairs showing cuffs and collars did not match, no panties on; stared down with that look of 'come and get me' that even my mother knew how to put on for her son. I went up the stairs and set about getting her.

She did seem a little taken aback when her son stopped on a lower step and placed his head between her tits; then accepted it with, 'oh, my love,' kissing the top of my head. But not a word when I took one step back, lifted her nightie too study a hairy mound. Gave a whimper when I kissed in the bush.

'Darling,' she sighed when I got up to the landing and we kissed. And kissed feeling braless tits; her hand rubbing to front of my jeans and me with a handful of motherly pussy. We kissed our way to her bedroom.

She has a gentle, demure, soft adult attitude, however, fucked like a rabbit on heat. It was over so quick. I was hardly in and we both came.

Lying close studying each other, 'can you go again?' she asked, 'easy if you do.'

This time I learn how easily she fucked. No pretend dramas, simple attention to my body, came with determination and saying how good it felt waiting for me.

The previous evening, we played happy families as if nothing had happened, as if the woman sitting opposite her husband at dinner wasn't leaking his son's cum into her knickers getting a quick fuck before he got home. Standing at the top of the stairs the next morning calling goodbye I was about to go to college.

'You're dressed different to yesterday morning,' I told her.

'What does that matter? Am I not the person you desired yesterday?'

College? I didn't get there; I got laid.

Next morning, a nightie short enough to show me her patch again she called her goodbyes. I went up, knelt on the top step and plundered her with my tongue.

'Er!' she exclaimed, widened her feet, bent her knees and with hands on my shoulders mum stayed quite still for a good five minutes.

'My legs are going give way, quick, take me.' I caught her as she slid to the carpet on the half landing. Watching me drop my kecks she spread legs, murmured, 'oh, my love, he is so beautiful.' It took Mr Beautiful ten minutes to give her carpet burns and him to come.

It wasn't as if I wasn't getting any elsewhere. It wasn't as if I was desperate for sex. I could have my girlfriend when she liked. Oh, yes, and my hand when I liked. It was the novelty of knobbing my mother who had the most amazing arse that I wanted to compare her to others I was getting my cock in backwards.

Yes, she had a firm body, nice legs, round arse, a good handful. I suppose it was having seen a mature on the web, who reminded me of her.

I tried to image her sound in my ear when she came, not muffled from the next bedroom.

Wanted to hear what she'd say when I did.

Wanted her to tell me what it felt for her when her son came in her.

Would she be like gran who I had witnessed having it away with an uncle, who made a lot of fuss, talked dirty.

Mum was different to gran altogether.

'You want o see these, don't you,' she asked.

We were sitting watching Corrie, well, she was, I was staring at a bra showing through a diaphonous blouse, the cleavage I had fantasised slippng my hand down whist wanking myself raw imagining them out before imagining coming over gran's round, bare arse.

I had seen it as I passed her open bedroom door, she was about to pull her knickers up, could not get the image of it out of my mind of holding onto soft hips while fucking her every time I saw her walking away.

Dad stood in the queue for the fish and chip supper, I turned to talk to mum sitting in the back. I looked in disbelief, she had her tits out.

'Happy now?'

'Oh, Mum!' I stammered once I had got over the shock of seeing her nipples were hard. 'that's not fair, showing me here.'

'I know. Safer than when we are home alone.'

'Why?'

'Because I don't trust myself, let alone you.'

And two weeks later having done what she said she wouldn't do at home; got them out and let me play while we watched tele. Told me to get my cock out and, while we kissed, tossed me until I came. We had got to know each other extremely well that evening.

Telling me, 'we can't,' when I cornered her naked in her bedroom.

Then telling me, weeks later, 'I don't want pussy sex with you. Have you ever done anal?'

'Yes,' I lied.

'Don't fuck too hard when you come.' Minutes later, knees bent crouched over, I was reaming her.

All the while moaning quietly into a pillow, I gently dropped my load up the arsehole of this blue rinse, church going woman with the superb round bum and great tits to grip when, leaning over her back, I needed something to help lever cum further up her arsehole. The arsehole of my tits to die for mother.

I hadn't known some women really liked it up the arse. Did not know, until mum shouted that she was going to come when she felt my warm sperm filling her channel.

We did it every which way; making her come with my cock up her arse was a lot easier than on her back. As it was for me, it being a lot tighter than her forty-five-year-old, well used, cunt.

Liking it up the arse is not something many boys find out about their mother.

Nor do many boys get home from college, have their mother say, 'I've thought of you all day.'

-'What have you thought, mum?'

'About you. And me,' then have their mother rub a hand in their crutch and hear her ask, 'do you want, mummy?'

The only other words she uttered were always the same, 'don't fuck too hard when you come, darling,' as you pull out of her wet cunt and watch her roll a Durex on your wet cock, then, to a chorus of grunts you push a rubber clad cock up her arse and hear a along descending, 'mmmmmm,' when balls slap against a wet pussy.

Soon her body starts to writhe, her legs start shaking and you experience a woman having an anal orgasm.

I had been surrounded by needy teenagers and sexy tutors all day so once she had been satisfied, I turned her on her back.

Pushing her clothes to expose the fantastic chest I slipped off the KY smothered condom and slid in to the hot cunt of a wanton mother.

Getting off the bus each day my thoughts immediately turn to what might be waiting at home. Most get home from college and immediately go to their room for a wank. Not many boys have a tight arse waiting for them.

I'd look forward to the moment long red fingernails hooking off the condom when I draw it from her arse. I'd watch her show the backs of healthy thighs to offer up a juicy cunt, watch for the expression when my cock slid in, her tits moving for the few moments I thrust into her and the smile of satisfaction and the little giggle at my groans when I dropped my load.

Twenty minutes later we were chatting in the kitchen as if mother had not had not had the most incredible incestual fuck.

How could it be no.

How we got there was the usual. A cuddle. A sigh. The sight of my cluster swelling in my jeans caused by the low-cut top she was wearing. A look of surprise at a kiss. Another kiss with a feel. A hand rubbing my thigh and we were off to the races.

'I'm your mummy,' she said as a hand slipped inside her bra when our mouths collided again.

'Darling, I'm your mummy,' when unchallenged I got a tit out, followed by a stuttering, 'ooooo,' when I attacked a pea size nipple that got bigger and harder as I sucked on it. Then things changed from don't to, 'no, you mustn't,' but let my hand travel up the inside of a thigh.

'Oh, baby, no,' she breathed.

The video camera hidden in the shoe box on my wardrobe captured her look and her tongue licking over her lips, eyes closed. It did not look like no. This is the still I keep in my wallet when I need a wank at work, the one of her ling back naked, licking her lips with my face in her pussy.

How could it be no after letting me kiss her until she was breathing heavily and flicking her tongue tip at me?

How could it be no after letting me push the thin dress and bra straps off her shoulders until her bra slipped down and her breasts hung for the world to see? Full tits. Small nipples, small aureoles.

How could it be no when she wriggled her elbows free of the straps to give a better view of her tits.

The sort of tits you would hope to find on someone her age; and a good handful that were firm enough not to squeeze through my fingers when no longer restricted by a bra.

I looked her in the eye, 'whow, mum. They're beautiful,' brought a half smile to a very serious expression that was enjoying showing them to her son; or anybody. An expression that conveyed, 'don't stop there's more.'

How could it be no after she let me caress and fondle them then watched passively, knowing exactly why I moved the dress gathered at her waist, from having a hand up to her pussy, to undo the belt restricting its removal. She knew exactly why she needed to raise her bum otherwise how would I be able to push them and her knickers over her hips.

She knew where this was going; she was going to get naked for a fingering. How could it be no?

She did not say no but, 'oh, darling,' all the time cooing, 'oh, darling,' each time my lips touched a new area of flesh. I kissed away the salty perspiration gathered at her chest then down her over her tummy so I could reach as far as her feet then kneeling on the floor to them and her shoes off.

I eased her knees apart, opened her thighs.

Now she was saying, 'no, please, no,' when she realised the likelihood of me wanting more than a finger going into the family fanny; yet had done nothing to stop me; I looked up at my naked mother as I knelt. The stories I had heard of her were coming true.

When two guys at a seminar said that they originate from my village, moved away years ago, they started telling their tales of adventures; finally getting onto their female conquests and were any of the fortunate ladies still around and did I know them, I told them I did not recognise any of them, especially not the vicars' daughter.

Ignoring the question of was she still around, 'Christ did she go,' I was told.

'Clare something or other. Fucked everything hard enough to slide on, yet never got up the duff.'

The other interjected, 'there could not have been an available finger she did not leave some slick on.'

'Yeah, Dave's ole man ran the under-sixteen's youth club, his ma accused him of getting across her her.' I made sure they did not get to find my surname. So, my mother was the village bike and played the goody goody for the past few years. It would appear my coming onto her had broken her resolve.

'Oh, sweetheart,' she sighed, hands holding my face, my head steady, 'you mustn't, I'm your mummy, you mustn't,' her eyes flicking to the video where the man was doing just that to a girl young enough to be his daughter. Small enough to be his grand daughter even.

Mum had walked in on me sitting on the sofa watching porn on my laptop, and, not saying a word, sat beside me and, occasionally saying, 'oh,' as the action developed on the screen, gradually getting closer and closer to me then less and less clothes on as she watched either me or the screen.

'Christ, no!' A surprised mother called seeing the guy holding arse cheeks apart; seeing a stiff cock pressed against the girl's tightly close ring, feeling my tongue lick her pussy.

I studied a smooth, mature fanny; the best I had ever seen and it belonged to my mother. Neat, no folds protruding. The tidiest since my sister showed me hers.

'You show me yours and I'll show you mine,' sis had challenged.

'Not very big, is it?' she smirked touching it then taking her navy blues down and opened her legs.

'Go on, touch me, you know you want to.'

I moved next to her, put fingers in the sparse blonde hairs, she reached to feel my balls and I came up her arm.

Wondering if I would ever see it with hair I paused, but driven by the eroticism and the hardest my cock had ever felt, I dived.

And, 'Christ, yes,' feeling my tongue search deep.

A cry emanated from the laptop caught mum's attention, the camera showed a screwed-up face.

'Poor little thing,' she dragged her eyes away from the screen, closed her ears to the cries as the thick cock forced it's was up the tight arsehole.

What the moans and groans did from the porn video was to encourage mother to widen her thighs for the licking tongue to continue its work. While her body shook in ecstasy, and as if doing it slowly meant she was doing her boy a favour, she took hold of her knees bringing them right back to give him fuller access.

Full access to lap his mother's excited, wetting up cunt.

Full access for his tongue to lap and swirl in her juices.

Full access to allow him to suck on the hole and with her arse revolving on the cushion and in contrast to the video, 'my God, grampa, that hurts,' shouts; her murmur, 'you really shouldn't, but, oh, my darling, don't stop.'

The tonguing gradually brought mother to the boil, then, 'Oooo, I mustn't, not you, not on your face. Quick, quick do something else. Use fingers or something.' I stood up, unzipped, got JT out and with surprising ease my knob found her and slid in; that something else was give mother a pounding.

That knob hitting bottom made her come.

'Ooo, gaaaarrgaaah!' she growled.

'Oh, my darling boy, God, I love you hoo, oo oooooo!' she shouted at each punch when I came at the top of her rise.

For her to then, hoping to come again, lie passively caressing my body while I fucked her for another ten minutes. She quietly moaned but that ten minutes of fucking had her telling me how lovely it was 'us doing this' and how she looked forward to 'having you n mummy again.' She actually said that, as if being my mother I had the God given right.

'I shall so enjoy having you, huh, in there again. You must prove to me this, huh! is not a one off. Please say we'll do this again,' I paused to take in what she was implying, 'darling, stay still, it's so beautiful, you in there just like that.'

The promise of another fuck with her tipped me over the edge. However, embarrassed at the reality of my mother lying letting me come in her I drew out and lay beside her.

'He's so lovely,' watching my cock gradually die, 'he gave me the best orgasm. I want him again.' Hearing his mother use such base language I was now proud of what my cock had achieved, 'we'll do you again, mum, promise.' And, of course, we did.

The house to ourselves, 'do I need to fetch my laptop?' I asked, thinking that might be what had turned her.

'No, darling, I have thought of nothing else since Sunday, you are enough porn for me.' Three days ago, we had fucked without kissing; I drew her to me, our lips met. Son or not, incest or not, Jesus she could kiss.

Getting her out of her clothes was easier this time; like me she had prepared; loose skirt, loose knickers, loose top and no bra. With her kissing around my chest like there was no tomorrow, it took longer getting out of mine; until she saw my cock and stopped helping, just sat with a frozen expression of abject desire.

Using the same routine as Sunday, I got on the floor, 'oh, my God you are, aren't you? It's been years.' She raised a knee to give me access.

Finally, fanny licked, juices sucked from her she was rolled back onto her shoulders, taking her son's eight inches, she stared up at me. 'My love, my beautiful boy, please make mummy come.'

I wish she would not say that sort of thing. In no time at all I was dropping my load into her warm body. However, no problem for a randy sod like me who was having the time of his life fucking his mother, to keep going, she came twice between that and me coming again.

How many boys get to watch their naked mother changing the bed sheet because of the circle of cum that had leaked from her? 'Mum,' I said, 'don't say you want to come, it does it for me. It is so good doing it with you I don't need help.' How many boys get to tell their mother that it is so horny fucking her that he can't hold on?

Dad always went to work early one day a week. That first day I took mum her usual cuppa.

'Can I get in for a quick cuddle?' I asked, having seen her quick glance at the shape my early morning wood was making in my jimjams.

'Of course, darling,' so off the jimjams came and I crawled on, 'Simon!' she exclaimed seeing a stonking erection approach up the bed towards her, 'Simon, darling, I'm not sure this is the right time for....'

'Just a finger, mum,' I interrupted as I pushed at her thighs, 'that's what you like, isn't it?' Unable to deny she had admitted it being fingered in a lay-by while she tossed me, she opened her legs wider.

I did not get a finger in. When my hand cupped her pussy, her knees shot open so I climbed on.

'Ooo,' and, 'ooo, ooo,' in quick succession. Oh, my darling,' she sighed when her gradually increasing wetness allowed her cunt to take all of me. A few minutes of gentle poking I so needed to come. Her grunting told me to hammer it; so I hammered it until, 'mum,' I groaned sliding hands under to get a firm grip of her shoulders and fuck as hard as I could.

'Mum. Oh, mum,' stopping for my wood to get a couple of shots off before fucking her hard again. Completely spent I rolled off. 'Whow, mum,' I panted.

'Yes, whow,' she repeated sarcastically, 'lucky you.'

I was getting my sarnies when she appeared in the kitchen in her dressing gown, 'feel better now?'

'Yes.'

'Good. Some quickly that. I'll be better prepared next time.'

Thinking I had fucked up another fuck, 'next time?' I asked.

'Next Wednesday morning. And perhaps you might be a little more considerate and get me going first.' My mother was asking for foreplay; I nodded and blushed at the rawness of her language.

One weekend a year the local golf club entertained Coventry club to a tournament; the following weekend they had a return match. A Saturday and Sunday piss up, no doubt. Knowing what the two whole days could generate we agreed not to expect too much.

Early Saturday morning we watched him pack the car and leave. Still in our night clothes we stood for a while with arms around each other lost in the wonderment of what mother and son had in store for each other.

Breaking the reverie, 'chance to do something different,' I told her, 'breakfast in bed?'

'Then I have to get ready for church,' she told me.

Sitting up in bed, she waited for me to bring the breakfast I had left her to make.

I had promised her, 'something different this weekend.' That included four pieces of rope on the tray.

'Darling, what are theses for?'

'I promised you something different. Have you ever been raped?'

'No,' she replied, 'I think I would remember that.'

'Ever thought about it?'

'Of course, I have often wondered.' She had; several times.

'Wondered what?'

'How they found it so easy to, you know, get in when the woman was fighting to stop it.'

'Well, you are going to find out, I'm going to rape you.'

'Don't be silly, darling, I have to get ready for church.' said the woman who'd had several sex-laden sessions with me. Brought to tears at the extraordinary feeling of being fucked by her son on the lawn, under the moon. Sobbing her heart out whenever failing to come with him.

'You won't feel like church when I have finished with you mother.'

'Did you put sugar in my tea?'

'No.'

'Good.'

Mum and I had shagged for the first time a few weeks ago. I thought that was it, however, her taking my wood took us to another level; so last week I said whow when I got off each time. 'Whow! mum, you are something special.'

'So is he,' she sighed, nodding towards my limp cock, 'how long before...?'

'About twenty minutes.' It was twelve.

Now we had the second opportunity to spend the night together; the previous one she had all positions her forty something body could accommodate; fucked each other's brains out. Telling her I was going to rape her was completely ignored.

She still did not believe me when I tied a rope to one of her wrists to the bed head.

'What are you doing, darling?' watching me walk around the bed to the other side. She still did not understand until the knot closed the other wrist.

'Darling, I don't like games.'

With a rope tied to an ankle it dawned on mother that this was bondage and where it might be going when I dragged that to join the first wrist at the bed head.

'Sweetheart, I am not sure I like this,' she whined as the second ankle joined its mating wrist. Rolled back onto her shoulders, both fanny and arsehole now available. It was when I produced the dildo, she kept stored in the back of the airing cupboard, she realised I had not been joking.

Taking a condom and a bottle of Johnsons from her bedside cabinet. 'Where did you get.... how did you know I....?'

'Ooo!' cold oil spread on the purple veined toy touched her ring.

'Oh, no, oh, no, Jesus nooooo,' she whimpered, feeling the plastic cock make its way through her ring, begin to fill her arsehole.

'Told you I was going to rape you,' I whispered in her ear as I reached to eased the veined monster back and forth until it was completely up her arse, 'and, of course there is this,' bring my knob to her lips.

Getting down I planted my knob against her fanny, 'oh, my God. Oh, my God, no, please no,' mother whined, 'not that in as well.'

'Oh, yes,' I told her, easing a pulsing cock into her mature cunt, balls resting on the dildo I fucked her until, with her usual, 'oh, my love. Oh, my darling,' in reply to, 'mum, here it comes,' he dropped his load.

Seeing me sit back on my haunches, wet cock sticking up. Feeling the dildo leave her arse, seeing me tear the silver wrapper of a condom with my teeth, she guessed.

'Darling, no. darling, you mustn't.' watched me roll the rubber on.

My rubber covered cock at her ring. I easily broke into an already prepared hole accompanied by loud sobs of, 'nooooo! Ooo, that hurts. Darling, please stop,' she pleaded, 'I'm so sore.' Tight and different I only took a few minutes to come. All the while I fucked her arse she sobbed.

In the kitchen she was standing next to a boiling kettle when I walked up to her; she slapped my face, 'you bastard, you absolute bastard.'

She stared at me, red faced and furious. 'You are one thing; the dildo at the same time was another. Don't ever do that again.' So, we were still on fucking terms then.

As I said I got my face slapped. Two weeks later, including half a dozen morning wood shags, we had the house to ourselves for a whole day; I asked her if a condom might be a good idea. She said maybe. Her taking the rubber from me and taking her time rolling it on then kneeling it was maybe yes.