Life Goes On, On More Than One Level

Life goes on, on more than one level.

Chapter One: Recovering.

It had been nearly five years since my husband, Paul, was taken from me and our son, Freddy, by a drunk driver on a country road as he walked back from the Royal Oak pub on a rainy night. But I had just realised it was time to start living my life again. He would have wanted me to.

Let me introduce myself. I am Jane, thirty-eight years old. Standing tall at 5'9". I have been told I have a fit body, and I have only recently realised men find me attractive when they look at me. I only noticed this after coming out of mourning. I usually dress in joggers, sweats, and trainers, like most mothers these days, which, in all honesty, means you go unnoticed unless your joggers are skin-tight over a nice arse.

After Paul's death, I went into a slump and unintentionally dragged Freddy down with me. He was out of work after finishing school, and we just moped around the house, doing just enough to get by and probably looking a bit of a sorry sight. This all changed one night. After a takeaway and three or four beers each, we had a bit of a sorry-for-yourself cry and decided enough was enough; we must change our ways.

"Look, Mum, you're still young and, although I shouldn't say this, you being my mum, you're still very fit and look hot and stunning, a right MILF. You should get out, meet someone else, and live life again. I know you miss Dad; we both do, and we will never replace him. But life goes on, and you should live it," Freddy said with tears in his eyes.

We held each other close, sobbing for several minutes, until I made a decision and said, "You are completely right. Let's find you a job, and I need to change my ways. I'll smarten up my appearance and be more open to experiences and romance. As you say, life goes on, and we must live it."

The new us started the next morning. Freddy was on his computer looking for employment, though I think most of the time he was browsing porn, the naughty boy. But he applied for a couple of positions and went out afterwards to buy some new clothes for the impending hopeful interviews.

As for me, I looked at the local dating site and signed up for a couple, but then I stumbled into a sex chat room by accident and spent the next four hours being chatted up by some very naughty and dirty men, and even some women. It was all very interesting, and I must say I was hooked and more than a bit moist between my legs.

The next couple of weeks flew by. Freddy got a job at an engineering firm in the neighbouring town. He had some money in his pocket now, so he went out most evenings with his best friend Spencer. I missed him being at home in the evenings, but I will get over it, and I have my "Rabbit" to keep me happy at bedtime.

As for me, I hadn't done anything much to better myself; in fact, I looked worse as I spent more time in chat rooms, becoming even more horny and frustrated. I even bought a new vibrator off Amazon, and I was going through loads of batteries, and it, along with my old one, only helped a bit with my horniness, even in both holes.

Then, midweek, late afternoon, when I was just about to give up, I received an unexpected PM. He introduced himself as Steven. He told me he was forty-two and had lost his wife to illness around the same time I lost Paul. He had a daughter, Rosy, who was three months younger than my Freddy, and he lived just twenty miles away. It all sounded too good to be true.

I have always been warned about people on the net not being who they say they are, so I took it all with a pinch of salt, till he mentioned a group he had been going to for people suffering from bereavement and asked if I was interested in attending. I then thought, "Great, he's just chatting to me to get the numbers up in this so-called Group meeting. But then again, what could it hurt going? And I would be safe within a crowd". So, I arranged to meet him there.

I attended the first meeting a week later. I arrived late because I had trouble finding the village hall. Steve saved a chair in the group's sitting circle, right next to him, and he seemed very nice despite being a bit shy.

I had to introduce myself to the members and explain my circumstances. It was hard and a bit embarrassing, but I got through it.

There was a tea break after the first hour, during which you all unloaded your worries, fears, stress, and loneliness. Steve brought me a cup of tea, and we stood chatting about family matters. I noticed he kept touching my arm and standing very close. Later, when we all sat down again, he even squeezed my hand in a show of compassion while I was speaking. I observed others watching his actions. Soon it was time to go home, and Steve gave my hands another squeeze but didn't try to steal a kiss on the cheek. Shame.

Later that night, in the chat room PM, he became very excited, telling me how sexy I looked and how much he enjoyed meeting me.

Over the next three weeks, we met regularly in the group and chatted a lot in the chat room, but I thought he was very slow to show any romantic interest, and maybe he just wanted to be friends, which I was fine with since we had great conversations. It was better than talking with my son, who was in a different age group and could sometimes be a bit silly, even at his age. Then the bomb dropped, and everything changed.

Chapter Two: The phone call.

I woke to my iPhone buzzing with a text from Steve at seven in the morning; it read, "Can I phone you? It's urgent". I replied, of course.

"I am sorry to call you this early, but I have something to ask you," Steven said in a shaky voice. He continued, "I think we are friends now, and I have been offered the use of a friend's holiday home in the Forest of Deen over the Christmas period. It's a big place deep in the woods and has four bedrooms. I was thinking, as it's only Rosy and me going on our own, and you and Freddy are spending the holiday on your own too, I thought I'd ask you two if you wanted to join us and make Christmas a bit better? Like, the more the merrier." I didn't say anything for a moment as I thought about all the potential problems and how badly things could go wrong.

As the science continued, Steve hastily added, "It would be just good friends. No hanky panky or anything like that. We would all have separate bedrooms." I could tell he was starting to panic.

"Well, what was out of the blue," I said. "It's a nice offer, and I will chat to Freddy about it and get back to you as soon as I can." "Thanks very much," he said, clearly excited, and I could sense he was almost jumping up and down at the very thought. "Can you get back as soon as my friend wants to know before he offers it to someone else?" He hung up.

Later that day, when Freddy came home with Spencer in tow, I asked him about the trip. "It will be for four days. Steve has a daughter your age, so you will have someone to talk to. We will all have our own rooms, and it will be nice to be like a sort of family again, and not us on our own."

I could tell he was struggling with the idea, and he said, "It all sounds great, Mum, for you to have another adult to be with, but Spencer's mum and dad are going to his big sister's, and I was going to ask if he could spend Christmas with us?"

I phoned Steve back while the two boys were in the room to decline the offer and explain the reasons why, to which he replied, "Bring Spencer along. He will have to share a room with Freddy, but the more the merrier."

As Steve was on speakerphone, both boys heard the conversation. They looked at one another, nodded, and signalled with a thumbs up and a cheer; they wanted to go.

Out of my phone, Steve shouted 'Hooray' and 'Bye.' Then the phone went dead, and we were going away for Christmas with strangers. How exciting, and it was only three to go.

Chapter Three: The house.

We took separate cars, just in case things didn't work out, but as me and the two boys rounded the end of a lake, we saw it. And what a magnificent house it was, standing on a bank, 10 feet above the lake shore, surrounded by a landscaped garden. As we approached, Steve beckoned us around the side and onto the massive deck, with its spa pool and a jetty leading to a powerboat tethered at the end. It was like a dream.

He gripped my hands and gave me a welcome kiss on the cheek that lasted a bit longer than expected but was welcome.

As Spencer and Freddy struggled onto the deck with all our suitcases, they spotted Steve's daughter, Rosy, in the hot tub. She stepped out to greet the boys, and they were treated to a sight they'd never forget. She was tall but not thin. In fact, she had curves in all the right places and large, pert tits that just stood there, saying, "Look at me". She was wearing only a very small bikini. The top two bits were not much bigger than a postage stamp, and the lower part, being soaked in water, was hanging away from her sporty body enough so everyone could just see her shaved pussy. In fact, she was so gorgeous that even I felt myself get a little wet.

"Can we use the hot tub, please, Steve?" asked Freddy, hardly taking his eyes off his daughter's form. "Of course," Steven said, "Rosy, first show the lads to their bedroom, please. And put some clothes on. I know it's mild for the time of year, but it's still a bit nippy out of the tub"

As three youngsters disappeared into the house, Steve poured us two glasses of red wine, and we sat down to take in the view.

It was quiet for a while until Steve reached over to hold my hand and said, "I am so pleased you accepted my offer to come here. It will make my and Rosy's Christmas." But that was it. No attempt to kiss. No attempt to slide his deck chair closer to mine. In fact, he let go of my hand to take a sip of his wine. I thought, "This is going to be like having Christmas with your brother, but I didn't have one."

The sun was setting, it was cooling off, and there wasn't enough room in the hot tub for all five of us without getting too close-up and personal, so Steve and I retired to the house for some warmth and more wine.

I sat on the couch with a drink in my hand when Steve came over and sat close to me, nearly touching. He had just placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed it when he snatched it away again and shifted to the other end of the seat as the back door flew open and three wet, cold, giggling eighteen-year-olds burst in. Well, that spoiled the mood. This was getting frustrating.

With the young ones changed, we all sat around the dinner table eating Chinese takeaway, drinking wine and beer, and having a great time, almost like a family.

After washing and tidying up, we all decided to take it easy and have a film night in the lounge. Steve sat at the end of the couch, but I wanted to push things along a bit, so I nestled up beside him, my legs tucked up beside me, and my head on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Rosy sat on the other two-seater chair, and Spencer and Freddy nearly came to blows over who got to sit beside her. Freddy won, but Spencer wasn't going to be outdone and sat on the arm of the chair, just the other side of her, even though there were plenty of other chairs in the room. Steve and I looked into each other's eyes and laughed about the youth of today.

The wine and beers kept flowing as the room grew hotter and hotter, until Steve lifted his arm and draped it around my shoulders, his hand resting on the bare skin of my upper arm. I cuddled closer into his side, hoping to send a message that I was willing and wanted more.

Frustrated and sleepy after watching a two-hour film and some other TV rubbish, I decided to go to bed. As I got up, Steve got up with me and, giving me a long, on-the-lips passionate kiss, whispered in my ear, "See you later".

As I left the room, I thought, "Did I hear that right? What did he mean by that"? What a confusing day. As I walked up the stairs, I shouted to Spencer and Freddy, "Time for you two to get to bed. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow. And stay in your own room." "Night, Mum. We will," two voices shouted back.

Dressed in a pair of panties and a big T-shirt, I tied up my hair and slipped into a large queen-sized bed in my room, with nice, fresh, clean sheets. I thought more about what didn't happen than what did and drifted off into a restless sleep.

Chapter Four: He came in the night.

The bedroom door slowly squeaked open and woke me from my restless sleep. I had no idea what time it was, but I didn't want to alert my intruder that I was awake. I stretched, letting the covers slip partly off me. Then I heard the floorboards creak as someone stealthily crossed the room and stood very close to me on my big bed.

I turned my head to see who my stranger in the night was, but a hand gently slipped across my face, stifling any words from escaping my mouth. A face appeared in the darkness of the room and said, "Shhh. Don't say a word, as the walls of this house are paper-thin and it's so quiet in these woods that every sound carries." It was Steven, dressed only in a bath towel wrapped around his body, which had an impressive big bulge at the front that I hoped was covering a large, hard cock.

He slipped into bed beside me, with my back to his front, as I felt a hand now resting on my right buttock. The hand began a gentle rubbing motion, its circular movements gradually increasing while his lips started kissing my neck and shoulder, sending shivers down my spine that made my pussy grow wetter than before.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Steve whispered, "Shhh, don't say a word, just enjoy". Who was I to argue?

The hand on my bum was now inside my knickers, gripping my cheek with one finger, sliding up my arse crack and gently pressing on my darkest hole. Still, no words were spoken.

He gently pushed his arm into the gap between the pillow and my neck, bending it around my body, through the neck of my big T-shirt to firmly hold my left breast. While this was going on, he brought his right hand off my arse cheek and slowly felt his way over my tummy to cup my right breast, in the same firm manner. He tightened his strong, muscular arm around my body, pulling us both together, almost taking the air out of my lungs. It felt so good, but what made it even better was when his hard cock pressed along my arse crack, separating my bum cheeks with the size of his member.

We simply stayed like that for a while. His heavy breathing was loud in my ear as he tweaked my nipples, like he was tuning an old radio, sending shivers through my now hot and sweaty body.

The rubbing and sliding of his cock between my bum cheeks was driving me crazy as it grew, making my sex juices leak out of my pussy and run down my thigh. I still hadn't looked into his deep blue eyes.

In a flash, with his very strong, muscled arms, he lifted me up like a rag doll and sat me on the bed. Grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt, he pulled it off my body, over my head, and tossed it on the floor, like a rag. He pushed me forward until my head pressed into the pillow, my elbows supporting me on the bed. My round backside was now in the air, cheeks apart, with my panties fully stretched over them. A strong hand gripped my wet underwear and tore them off, tossing them to the floor.

It went quiet for a moment, but I heard him bring the ripped panties to his nose, sniffing them deeply, several times, taking in the strong smell of my perfume, pussy juice with a hint of sweaty body, and pee thrown in for good measure.

So, there I was, on all fours, head buried in a pillow, arse in the air, waiting for something to happen. His hands were now on each cheek, rubbing in gentle curlicues, but I could also feel his hot breath on my pussy, sending, once again, shivers down my horny body.

The tip of his tongue lightly touched my darkest hole. Wriggled as it travelled around and around the edge, getting firmer and firmer as it picked up speed. This sent me into raptures of pleasure, which culminated in his tongue diving deep into my pouting bum hole, giving me my first full-on cum.

Collapsing on the bed, Steve on top of me, I needed time to recover. But it wasn't going to happen as he flipped me over onto my back, placing my legs over his shoulders while I waited for my first fuck in a long while

I felt the wet end of his hard dick nudging my pussy lips as he rubbed it up and down my slit. Then, as he found the entrance he was looking for, his hips pushed forward and slid into my tight, wet, and wanton pussy, to the hilt.

Now, finally, we were face to face in the darkness, peering into each other's eyes, a lustful look on each other's faces as he started to pound into me with increasing force.

I was trying my best not to make too much noise, but the whole household must have heard the groans of pleasure coming from this bedroom. However, the way I was feeling, and with another orgasm rapidly building up, I couldn't give a toss.

Steve started breathing faster, going in me harder and deeper, and started to make those noises that only men can make when they are about to unload, big time.

Looking into my eyes, Steve said the only words he uttered since sneaking into my bedroom, which were, "Is it OK to cum inside you?" Knackered, because he had made me cum numerous times, I just nodded my head weakly in reply.

His balls made a slapping noise as they hit my cum covered, wet arse as he tried to get every fraction of an inch inside. Then all action stopped. I could feel him shooting his cum deep in my pussy. Spurt after spurt shot into my womb, and I thought when it was going to stop as I kept coming to.

His hot, sweaty body collapsed on top of me as our heavy breathing seemed to synchronise with each other. Holding my head between his hands, he kissed me long and passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

He was getting heavy on top of me, and I put my hands on his chest to lift him off when he gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, "Thanks for that; it was great". He got off me and left the room to the sound of hands clapping from the other bedrooms.

I lay there, shocked at what had just happened and the way it just ended, which left me on my own in a pool of cooling cum.

Shifting over to a dryer side, I drifted off to sleep with the smell of sex invading my nose and a happy pussy.

Chapter Five: The morning after the night before.

I woke up around 9.00. The sheets were dry but a bit crusty. I usually get up earlier than that, but after all the drinking and after-dark activities, I wasn't surprised at the late time. "Perhaps a long hot shower would see me right," I thought and padded off to the en-suite bathroom.

Clean and dressed in a baggy T-shirt and tight-fitting yoga pants, I sat on the end of the bed, thinking.

"Why did I let that happen last night, and why did we make all that noise? Why did we not talk, and why didn't he say anything all night?" I thought, and then added, "How am I going to face all the kids this morning? They all will know what went on. What will they think?" I felt so slutty and embarrassed.

Beginning to panic, I told myself, "Man up, Jane, you're a grown woman". And headed for the kitchen.

I burst through the kitchen/dining room door and said, "Hi everyone, what a nice day it is today." Steve grunted a hi, and three smiling kids greeted me, smirks on their faces. They all knew what a dirty girl I had been, and what had gone on.

Deciding to ignore what had happened, I grabbed a coffee, sat at the table with the kids, and started a conversation about nothing much. After about half an hour, and after Steve passed me a great-looking English breakfast, the conversation lightened up, and all five of us laughed and joked, having a good time. I hoped last night was forgotten.

My Freddy, Steve's daughter Rosy, and Freddy's friend Spencer seemed to be getting along great, so they left us to change for the hot tub, leaving Steve and me on our own to talk. Awkward!

"First of all, I just want to say that I am so sorry about what happened between us in your room last night," said an even more pathetically shy Steve. "I don't know what came over me, as you just make me feel so horny that I have no control over myself and my body."

He avoided eye contact with me and stared at his feet, shifting randomly side to side a couple of inches on the kitchen floor. Then, he just turned around and almost ran out of the room, leaving me wondering, "What the fuck just happened?" Moments later, I heard his car speeding up the driveway and onto the road through the forest.

Somewhat stunned and confused, I stood on my own and tried to make sense of all that had happened. After about fifteen minutes, I gave up, went back to the scene of the crime, found my bikini, put it on, and joined the youngsters in the hot tub.

With three young people and me, all in very little clothing, the hot tub was a bit tight, and it became obvious I wasn't going to get the relaxing time I was looking for. In fact, it got very boisterous, with lots of slashing, shouting, bumping, and shoving. All great fun, but it started to get a bit out of hand.

With the boys on either side of me, I felt young hands grabbing and pulling me as we played wrestled. But, as it went on, those hands grew bolder. I felt a hand hold and squeeze my breast. Then again, but this time the hand held onto my tit and rubbed my nipple for some time. In the scrap, I then had a hand from each side of me, high up on the thigh, pulling at me as the water splashed about so I couldn't tell whose hands they were. One even slid up my thigh and cupped my pussy over my bikini bottoms while another squeezed my bum for a long time. By now my nipples were standing out like organ stops, which could be seen easily through my bikini top, and all this attention was making me breathe harder as my pussy became wetter, despite being under the water. It made my head spin, and I had to make my escape. I said, "OK, boys and girl. I will have to leave you three to it, as I need to take a short break before getting dinner ready. It had been a great afternoon, chatting about silly stuff, drinking beer, and then more beer, till it all got a bit hazy.

While doing dinner prep, I started to worry about Steve, but just as I thought about going out to look for him, he returned. He drove up around four in the afternoon, parked his car half on and half off the drive. He joined the kids on the deck as if nothing had happened, but it was obvious he had been drinking and shouldn't have been driving, as he was a bit unsteady on his feet and slurred his words badly. As the sun started to go down, Steve said, "I think I will go lie down for a bit as I am feeling a bit unwell." And off he went to his room. Ten minutes later, I thought I heard him throwing up in his loo. Stupid man.

The steaks were sizzling on the BBQ at about 7.00, and the veg was ready to be served. The kids and I had changed into warmer clothing as it was getting cold when Freddy asked, "Shall I go wake Steve up for dinner?' I replied, "I wouldn't bother, as I think he drank too much. Leaving him to sleep it off would help him get over it quicker, and tomorrow is, after all, Christmas Day."

Dinner went down well; except we could hear Steve snoring continuously from his room. In no time, we finished the washing up and put things away. Fresh logs were laid on the open fire, ready for the four of us to watch a film. As the film went on and the fire, with its pleasant pine scent wafting throughout, the house grew hotter, we all started to feel sleepy. I nodded off a couple of times and completely lost the film's plot. It was time for bed. I said my goodnights, kissed each of them on the cheek, and shuffled my way to my room.

Chapter Six: Strangers in the Night.

I staggered across the room to my bed, throwing my clothes on the floor, too knackered to hang them up, shower, or put on night clothes. I was spent. Naked, I got under the covers, flicked off the bedside light, and lay down, pulling the quilt over me as I collapsed into the mattress. I was plunged into the welcoming blackness of the night. I went out like a light.

I don't know how long I slept for; who knows the passing of time when you are asleep? But it was still very dark when I heard my bedroom door creak open slowly, with footsteps quietly creeping to my bed. I thought, "Damn, that's got to be Steven wanting more of what he had last night. He will be stinking of cheap booze and sick." I imagined his hot, stinky breath if he tried to kiss me. It almost made me want to throw up. I decided to just lie still, pretend to be asleep, even if he touched me, and hope he would get the idea and go back to his own bed.

I felt the bed cover being slowly pulled off my arse and legs, leaving just my top half covered. Then a hand slowly caressed my bum cheek, moving gently, feeling it all. It felt so nice. A finger then probed between my slightly open legs, discovering that I was already wet from the frustrations of the afternoon.

I was beginning to feel those familiar feelings again, deep down in my tummy, making my pussy even wetter, when I heard my bedroom door open again, quietly. Everything stopped dead, even my breath. Then I heard a whisper, "Spencer, what are you doing in here?" It was Freddy checking on what his best friend was doing to his mother. And me, lying almost naked, lit by the open door, with all but my tits on show.

"Shoosh, and get in here and close the door, Fred. You will wake her up," said Spencer. I thought my boy Freddy wouldn't do that, but the door slowly closed, and the room was plunged into near darkness again, with only moonlight shining through the windows, lighting the bed and me, almost naked, in the spotlight.

"Spencer. We shouldn't be doing this. She is my mum, and I shouldn't be seeing her naked like this. Though she does look hot and sexy," whispered Freddy. Spencer whispered back, "I think she's had too much to drink, as I was feeling her bum and pussy, and she has not moved". I smiled to myself, thinking that I had got away with my plan, even though it was meant for the drunken Steven. I was also wondering what my Freddy was thinking as he looked at his mother lying naked on the bed.

A strong hand gently pulled me over onto my back and through the quilt onto the floor. As two hands groped my exposed tits, my eyes snapped open, and I was looking straight into Spencer's face as I said, "What do you think you're doing, young man?" He held me down with his hands on my chest and said, "Come on. Don't play games with me. You were coming on to me all afternoon as I kept grabbing your tits and arse in the spa-pool. You were, and still are, gagging for it, and I am here to collect." Freddy stood a couple of feet from the bed in his pants and said nothing.

I said, "Spencer, get off me, and we can talk about this." But Spencer said, "Freddy, come here and hold her down for me." I thought my Freddy wouldn't do a thing like that, but as I thought it, Freddy's hands replaced Spencer's, and I went into deep shock as I looked at the big bulge in my son's pants and the lustful look in his eyes with his big strong hands on his mum's tits holding her down so his best friend could fuck her.

My legs were opened as wide as they could as Spencer climbed onto the bed between them as he started to play with my cunt. "Look how wet she is, Freddy. Have a feel," said the young black man, Spencer. I thought my Freddy wouldn't do that to his mum. But my son's two hands that gripped my tits turned into one between my breasts as his other had slid down my body and between my legs. I felt one of his fingers slip inside me, made all too easy by how wet I was for a good fuck. He pumped it in and out five of six times, which made me groan. He then pulled it out, held it under his nose, and sniffed. Then he put it in his mouth and said in a muffled voice. "Mmmmm, she tastes so good".

"Let's get naked and play some more", said a horny Spencer. As Spencer dropped his PJ bottoms, I saw the biggest black cock I had ever seen, even on the porn channels, but the real surprise came when Freddy dropped his pants. It brought a sense of pride to me; what a cock he has.

Spencer was back between my legs and was licking my pussy like an expert and sending shivers up and down my body as Freddy, who was meant to be holding me down, was just playing with my tits and nipples. I could have got up any time I wanted, but I didn't want to.

It was all getting a bit steamy when Spencer started moving up my body, and I felt the head of his cock nudge my pussy lips. He looked down into my face, smiled, and pushed harder. I was so wet he just slipped right inside me as I felt his balls bouncing on my arse. I had never felt so full. Freddy was now sucking on my nipples, and as I looked sideways, I could see his hard big cock just swinging there beside me. But he was my son!

Spencer had worked up quite a bit of steam and was pounding my pussy like a jackhammer, and I was loving it. I had had three or four little orgasms, but I would feel a big one on the way. "You're loving this, are you, you dirty bitch, and you're coming all over my cock". His attitude was getting a bit tiresome, but that's kids for you.

I could feel the big one coming as Freddy stopped sucking at my tits and went to the bottom of the bed to watch his best friend's cock going in and out of his groaning mother, the body he had come out of. Suddenly, Spencer pulled out and sprayed cum all over my tits and pussy till I was covered with the sticky stuff, and I hadn't had my big cum yet. He turned, sat on the end of my bed, and said, "That's it for me; it's time for my bed. Thanks", then walked out, shutting the door behind him, with Freddy just standing there, shocked. "A bit of an arse, isn't he? Nice cock, though," I said, then added, "I am going for a shower. Won't be a minute".

Chapter Seven. Clean at last:

I felt better after a long shower, and when I came out, Freddy was sitting on the side of my bed, confused. His head swivelled round, his eyes widened, and his mouth gaped as he saw me walking, still naked from the on-sweet, towards the bed. I just got in and pulled the covers over me, and said, holding the corner of the quilt open for him, "Get in bed and we can talk about things".

He said, "OK, mum." Then, once he was in my bed, he added, "Spencer is a bit of a twat sometimes, but he's a great gamer." "What do you think about what's gone on this weekend?" I asked, to which he answered, "Steve is a strange person, but his daughter is cute". I then asked him, "What did you think about what went on in the room tonight?" He snuggled up close to me with his hand on my tummy and said, "I have never thought about you in a sexual way, but that changed tonight", as his hand started rubbing my tummy all over. "You are so sexy, and I was so envious of Spencer all night", he added as his face turned red and he looked down to avoid my eyes. "Why envious"? I asked, and he added, "He got to touch, lick and fuck your pussy". His hand was now between my legs, against my pussy, waiting for a sign from me.

My legs parted slightly, giving him that sign, and my own son was now playing with my very wet pussy, but my mind was spinning with mixed emotions as to right or wrong of it all.

I lay back against the pillow, and Freddy's head slipped down my tummy, much closer to the prize he was after as the tips of three of his fingers glided up and down my slippery lips. He took two or three deep sniffs as he pushed his face further down between my thighs. He said, "Mmmm, mum, you smell so sexy and hot". This made my legs shiver and open my legs even wider with his nose now pressing against my entry.

I was so turned on I lifted one of my legs over his head, after which he manoeuvred himself between my legs, placing his nose deep into my wet pussy. I placed my hands around the back of his head and pulled him into my crutch as his tongue started working some magic on my cunt. I slid even further down the bed and was now lying flat on my back, moaning with lust and passion.

At that time, I would have let him do anything he wanted with my body, but what he did do was lift up my legs, pushing them towards my head where he instructed me to hold my knees, allowing full access. He dived his tongue back into my pussy, shucking hard and drinking my juice, smearing it all over his face as he did so. My arse was pointing upwards, and he ran his tongue over my darkest hole, bringing another strong orgasm crashing through my body. He ran the tip of his tongue around my bum hole, bringing moans from my lips and pleasure to my brain and body. Pushing his tongue into my bum brought me over the top again, spraying cum all over his face. After licking the cum off my body, he collapsed back flat on my bed, exhausted.

He was just lying there, with his big cock standing up proud like a flagpole from his tummy. He said, "That was great, Mum. I love the way you cum and its taste, but look at what it's done to my cock" It was big, and so hard. He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding me in a certain direction. I knew what he wanted. But that was another big step. I thought about it for about thirty seconds, then put my mouth over it and sucked. His pre-cum tasted a bit salty, but I loved it and wanted more. He was pushing his hips up to meet my mouth coming down, and the combination of action was getting faster and faster. There was a lot of grunting and groaning coming from the head of the bed, till he filled my mouth full of his cum. Mmmmm, it tasted so good, so I swallowed it.

We lay side by side, both breathing hard but calming down as Freddy drifted off to sleep. I thought to myself, "That's good. At least we avoided the possibility of fucking. Good job we avoided that." I covered us both up and went off to sleep.

Chapter Eight. Round Two:

It was still dark when I woke to feel something hard, wet and vainy rubbing between my arse cheeks, with a hand gripping each hip. Mmmmm, it felt so good, so I arched my back and brought my legs up to my chest to open my cheeks a bit more to improve the feeling. The rubbing up and down was pushing against me harder and harder, till the head found my wet pussy, and slipped in, just a bit.

"Is this OK, mum"? Freddy asked. I knew it wasn't, but I whispered, "Yes, go for it." Gently and bit by bit he slipped inside me, then pulled almost out, to slide back inside a bit deeper. It took a while of being gentle till he had all of his big fat cock in me. "Is it still OK inside you, mum?" he asked. I said, "Yes fuck your mummy till we cum".

Suddenly, he pulled out and got on his knees. Lifted me up on all fours, pushed down on my back so my arse was in the air. "I love that look, mum", he said and pushed his big cock back deep inside me, very hard. The pace was getting faster and faster, with my juices slashing all over our bodies and over the bed as it squeaked and rattled and banged against the wall. I had never been fucked so hard and deep in my life before, but I was loving it. I could feel a big orgasm building up inside me, and Freddy was breathing harder and harder, making those pre-cum noises as we both built to a crescendo of cum.

Suddenly my bedroom door burst open, the lights came on, and Rosy, Spencer and a hungover Steven stood in the doorway, looking at a mother and son fucking, hard.

At that point I couldn't have given a damn about them, and apparently neither could Freddy as me sprayed his hot cum deep inside me to mix with my own and fill me up.

As we collapsed sideways onto my bed, Freddy still inside me, all I could hear was Spencer laughing his head off, Rosy smiling with her hand pushed down the front of her sleeping shorts, and Steven looking disapproving. He ushered the others out the door and followed them, saying, "This is disgusting, and I want you both gone first thing in the morning, and take that moron, Spencer, with you, as I have just caught him fucking and coming inside Rosy, and she is not on the pill. Christmas has been a disaster"

Chapter Nine. On our way home:

It was ten the next morning when Freddy and I left. We had told Spencer we were leaving at ten-thirty, so he was Steven's problem. He had been in Rosy's room all morning while we packed.

"Can we talk, Mum?" Freddy said. "Will what happened last night happen again?" I thought for a while and said, "If you catch me horny enough and keep it to ourselves." We both laughed and laughed.

After about an hour of driving, I asked Freddy, "Remind me to call into the chemist before we get home." He asked, "What for?"

"Birth control pills. I ran out months ago," I answered. I was joking, but it wouldn't hurt him to worry a bit.