My New Mum
After three years I barely recognise my mother...
My parents used my leaving home to head to University as a chance to swap the dreary, perennially grey England for California. My Dad had moved over to the UK almost twenty years ago, having met and fell in love with my mother during a business trip two years before his eventual move. Growing up he had always talked about someday returning to his home state however, and it was clear to me even from a very young age that he never considered England as home - he merely tolerated being here for Mum's sake. Neither me or my sister Amber - a name no doubt inspired by his Californian roots - ever really expected them to actually make the jump, though. Dad wanted to, sure, but Mum? She was your typical, reserved English lady, and I couldn't even begin to imagine her in California, let alone actually settling down and enjoying a life there.
My sister went off to Uni two years before me, and Dad soon started making plans for the move. "As soon as you're off and settled Cali here we come!" he used to tell me, so of course I'd respond by joking that I'd decided not to go to Uni after all - instead I'd stay at home, get a proper job and start saving for a house. I still thought it was just a pipe dream though, and every time I asked Mum about it she'd tell me the same thing; that she was thinking about it. Looking back I think she felt guilty that Dad had basically given up living in the place he loved for her, although I knew he genuinely didn't mind and would do it all again, I could tell that she couldn't shake that nagging feeling at the back of her mind.
Two years later and it was my turn to fly the nest, moving across the country to University. Six months later and my parents were still at home, and all seemed to have gone quiet on the big California move. One day however I got a phone call out of the blue from Mum, telling me that they'd found a house in Santa Monica, they'd had an offer accepted and now all they had to do was wait for someone to buy their house. I asked why they hadn't kept me updated but Mum just said it had all happened so quickly, they'd been talking about it since I left and Dad had pretty much put everything together behind her back - catching her by surprise and essentially presenting her with a yes or no decision.
Six weeks later and they were gone, leaving myself and Amber to fend for ourselves.
Three years later and I arrived at LAX with my girlfriend Ellie. This would be the first time I'd seen my Mum and Dad since they moved, and on top of that I had a new partner for them to meet as well. We made our way through arrivals and I scanned the throng of people, hoping to catch sight of my mother. She told me she'd be the one picking me up as Dad was at work - his company had happily transferred him back to their West Coast branch - but after spending what felt like an age looking for her I was about to give up. Even as the crowd began to thin out I still couldn't see her, so we began hunting for the nearest phone so I could call her and see where she was.
Neither of us was really concentrating on where we were going and I nearly walked straight into what I can only describe as the stereotypical Californian TV milf - dyed blonde hair, tan skin, big fake tits - and I quickly made my apologies and went to walk off... but then her hand shot out and grabbed my arm and a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Ben..."
I knew that voice. There was a slight American twang to it that hadn't been there three years ago, but it was instantly recognisable to me.
My eyes roamed up and down her body, and I blinked hard in disbelief at what I was seeing. Three years ago she could almost be described as frumpy - she was attractive, sure, my friends had always been keen to point that out to me, but she almost went out of her way to hide it behind baggy clothes, big glasses and by keeping her dirty blonde hair in a style that must have gone out of fashion the year I was born.
This was a different woman standing in front of me.
The only thing the same was the fact she was still about 5'8. Everything else had changed. Her skin, which back in England barely ever saw the sun, was now tanned, she was now a healthy bronze rather than a milky, pale white. Her teeth had been whitened and she was even wearing pink lip gloss - lip gloss! - and her hair was now a platinum blonde. She must have had extensions put in because it now flowed down her back, whereas before she'd always kept it short. The glasses were gone as well, presumably replaced by contacts, and her makeup drew attention to her big, wide hazel eyes.
The most obvious thing to note about her however was her body - as I said before she had almost been frumpy, but she'd clearly been hitting the gym since moving out here - hard. There barely seemed to be an inch of fat on her, which was obvious thanks to the ridiculously tight jeans and too-small t-shirt she was wearing. The top was just short enough to show off the tiniest glimpse of her stomach, which was toned and tight and flat.
And then there were her tits.
No guy wants to think about his Mum's breasts, really, but I could tell straight away that she'd had them done. They weren't small before, maybe a B-cup, but now? They were practically spilling out over the top of her tight top, a DD-cup at least, sitting high and proud on her chest.
And I was staring straight at them with my jaw almost on the floor.
"Ben, it's me..."
I was still flummoxed by what was standing before me. And then she reached out, poking me on the forehead and said, "hello, earth to Ben!"
And all that stuff fell away and she was my mother again. I dragged my eyes away from her breasts and met her gaze, her newly plump lips fixed in a big, beaming smile. She stepped forward and hugged me, pressing her tight, lithe body against mine, and my hands instinctively found their way onto her hips, first to pull her in to me and then snaking around to her back, holding her against me. She pulled her head back and kissed me on the cheek, tears forming in her eyes, and I smiled reassuringly and pulled her in close again.
"Miss me?"
I said, and she laughed. We both pulled away from each other and Ellie stepped forward, and I suddenly remembered there was a third person here with us.
"Oh, Mum, this is..."
"Ellie," Mum interjected, giving Ellie a quick hug. "We've heard all about you..."
We made our way through the airport with Mum hanging off my arm and Ellie walking beside us, leaving us to talk as Mum asked me countless questions about what I'd been getting up to. We talked regularly on the phone and messaged regularly too, but that didn't compare to actually talking to someone in person. I suddenly wondered if this change was the reason why Mum seemed so against Skype or Facetime, or anything that would have allowed me to actually see her. She had always been a bit of a technophobe, but I'd always found it a bit weird that moving halfway across the planet didn't force her to embrace new technology that might have made it a bit easier for us to keep in touch. Suddenly, that reluctance made a bit more sense.
The questions continued after we'd found Mum's car and made the drive back to my parents house, but the only thing on my mind was, well, Mum. When did the change happen? Why? I wanted to ask her but I knew I'd have to wait until we were on our own. Then I began to wonder if Amber knew any of this - she hadn't been out to visit yet, as I said there was no video calling when it came to Mum, and she had always been practically allergic to photos so we'd never got anything like that - just stuff Dad had taken of the house and the neighbourhood.
The house was stunning, and we got a quick tour from Mum before we finally arrived at the spare room where me and Ellie would be spending the new two weeks.
"I'll let you unpack and get some rest," Mum said as she gave me another hug, my hands once again reaching round her back to hold her snug against me.
"It was lovely meeting you," she told Ellie, giving her another squeeze as well, which to my surprise sent a pang of jealousy jolting through my body.
Once she'd left us Ellie immediately turned to me, a mischievous grin on her face.
"That's never your Mum!" she said, bounding over to me.
"It is..." I said, still unsure myself. How could that be Mum? She was so... Jesus, how am I even meant to put it?
"She's really hot!"
That was it.
"I'm glad you like her," I told Ellie, trying to hide how awkward I suddenly felt.
"Seriously, she's like something you see front and centre in those 'Visit California!' adverts."
She pulled her top over her head and then held up her breasts, pushing them together.
"Should I get boobs like hers?" she asked with a giggle.
"If you can afford them," I said, once again finding myself thinking about my mother's tits.
We didn't even bother to start unpacking, instead falling into bed with Ellie continuing to tease me about Mum. She soon drifted off though, leaving me alone to contemplate the changes in Mum since I'd last seen her. Had she always wanted to look like that, but felt unable to do it for whatever reason back in England - maybe because of me and Amber? Had she felt pressured to fit in in her new home, either by Dad or pressure she put on herself? Was there something in the water?
After tossing and turning for the better part of an hour I decided I had to speak to her. Ellie was completely out of it, which gave me the perfect chance.
I got up quietly made my way out of our room. I felt like an intruder as I tiptoed through the house, looking for Mum whilst trying to remain as calm as possible so I didn't wake Ellie.
I searched every room but found no sign of Mum, but then some movement through a window looking into the back yard caught my eye. I peered through, and there she was.
The sight that greeted me took my breathe away.
She was doing yoga, which was a surprise in itself. Mum doing yoga? Three years ago I'd never have believed you if you told me she'd be doing that willingly, but here she was.
It wasn't the yoga itself that was most surprising though, it was the fact that my initial, natural reaction to seeing Mum was for my cock to spring into life as my eyes drank in her body. She'd changed into a pair of tight black yoga pants and a pink training bra, and she was currently on the floor on her knees, leaning forward with her arms stretching out in front of her, giving me the perfect view of her amazing, tight butt. She moved back up so she was sitting on her haunches, then raised her hands above her head and looked to the sky. Her hair, now tied in a loose ponytail, hung down, and as she bent forward again I gazed at her arse, my cock growing harder by the second, before I finally snapped out of it and forced myself to leave the window.
I paced around the house until my boner had subsided, then made my way out into the yard. Mum turned as she heard the back door open, springing to her feet as I walked towards her doing my best to act normal.
"Everything ok, honey?" she asked, and suddenly she was my mother again.
"Couldn't sleep," I said, not telling her why.
"The jetlag will hit you like a train later," she said, taking me by the arm and leading me towards a bench next to where she'd been practicing her yoga.
"Ellie seems nice," she said, letting me sit down first. Then she sat next to me, as close to me as possible without actually being sat on my lap, and I found myself wishing she'd kept some distance. In her training bra her tits looked magnificent, the slight sheen of sweat causing them to glisten in the sunlight.
"Yeah, she is," I said, trying to be nonchalant as I held my gaze on hers, straining my neck not to stare at her body.
"So," Mum said, getting serious. "I guess you want to know what happened."
I couldn't help but smile. Try as I might I couldn't hide it, she'd probably picked up on it from the minute I spotted her back at the airport.
"Yeah, I have been thinking about it," I admitted, relaxing back into the bench. Mum responded by relaxing herself, leaning against me for support.
"First of all," she said, tilting her head to look at me, "how do I look?" she asked hopefully.
"You look good," I said, swallowing hard.
"Just good?"
I knew she'd push me further.
"Ellie thinks you look amazing," I said, hoping that would get me out of it.
"That's sweet of her," said Mum. "But what do you think?"
She'd seen right through me.
"You do look amazing," I said sincerely, wrapping my arm around her, making sure my hand remained on the outside of her arm.
"Thankyou," she said, letting her head rest against my chest. "I can't believe you walked right past me at the airport!"
"Can you blame me?"
"Am I really that different?"
I looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Seriously?"
She nodded.
"You're like a different person," I said. "I can't believe you didn't warn me!"
Mum laughed.
"I did think about telling you, maybe even sending a picture or something."
"That would have helped."
"But it still would have been a shock, right?"
"Well, I guess. And it would have meant actually letting someone take a photo of you..."
She laughed.
"Exactly! That was never going to happen, was it?"
"Even with a body like that?" I asked, instantly wondering what had made me say it. Thankfully she laughed at that too.
"I didn't do it so people would take pictures of me," she said.
"So why did you?"
She shrugged, then sat up, turning herself so she was perched on the bench with her back to me.
"I don't know if there's one reason, really," she said, stretching out her back. Suddenly I wasn't sure if I liked where this was going.
"The working out started not long after we arrived. I was spending a lot of time with the wives of your father's colleagues and they were all gym bunnies, so I tagged along."
She carried out stretching out her back, arching it and throwing her arms out wide.
"Honey, would you mind?"
"What?" I said, hoping she wasn't about to ask what I thought she was. She looked back over her shoulder at me with big, wide eyes.
"A backrub? For old time's sake..."
I'd done it plenty of times before but suddenly this felt different, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to admit why. Instead I reached out and began rubbing her shoulders, kneading them with my fingers.
"And then once I'd started, I just... carried out. I worked out more, sunbathed more, and then I wanted to change my hair."
We sat in silence for a bit as I rubbed her shoulders and back. Occasionally she'd emit the tiniest, quietest moan, as if I'd just hit a good spot. Back when I used to do this for her I'd make sure to stay in that spot but now I deliberately moved away. Making her moan like that suddenly felt wrong.
Finally I plucked up the courage to ask her what I'd really been wondering about.
"So what made you... you know," I said, not sure if I could actually say it.
"What, sweetie?" she said, almost dreamily, clearly enjoying my fingers on her back.
"The boob job," I said quickly and in a whisper, clearly embarrassed by asking. She giggled, throwing her head back so her hair was in my face. It smelled amazing, like vanilla.
"Oh, that," she said knowingly. "Or should I say those..."
I could feel the sweat forming on my brow.
"Do you really want me to be completely honest? You're not going to get all embarrassed, are you?"
I probably was, but I needed to know.
"This may surprise you, but I am capable of being adult about things like that now," I said, putting on a front.
"Well, I just like how big tits look," she said bluntly. The surprise of it must have caused me to squeeze too hard as Mum suddenly jolted and let out a grunt.
"Careful, baby," she said. Baby was a new pet name for me, I'd never heard it before.
"Too much information?" she asked as I composed myself.
"No, I just... I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that," I said.
"But you're capable of being adult about these things now, right?" she said cheekily. I didn't respond.
"Me and your Dad went to a party one night, and I had a bit too much to drink and apparently confessed to him that I'd always wished my boobs were bigger... so he suggested this."
Wow. I bet Dad couldn't believe his luck when Mum had made that confession.
"So you did it? Just like that?" This was so unlike my Mum, the woman I had known for almost 19 years, had changed so much since moving out here.
"I thought about it for a while, but eventually I realised, why not? Pretty much everyone out here has had something done so why not join the club?"
I removed my hands from her back and Mum turned to me. I prayed she wouldn't look down and notice the bulge in my shorts.
"Are you glad you got them?" I asked.
"I am," she said smiling. "I think they look great."
She looked down proudly at her cleavage, still glistening in the sun, then back up at me. Waiting for my approval.
"They do," I said, knowing she'd push me for an answer. "I bet Dad likes them too," I said, trying to make light of it. I didn't get the response I was expecting though, as Mum's face suddenly fell. It was only for a moment, she composed herself with a fixed smile, but I'd seen it.
"Anyway, enough about my boobs," she said, getting to her feet, "do you want something to eat?"
I smiled, deciding not to push that any further. "Sure," I said, standing.
She led me to the kitchen, my eyes fixed on her ass in those tight yoga pants all the way.
We ate some chickpea dish she had prepared - the change in her had clearly extended to her diet as well, and then I settled down for a few hours sleep on the couch.
Instead I slept for around six hours, waking at 8pm to the sound of my father barrelling into the house. He made a beeline for me as soon as he spotted me, and shook my hand before offering up a quick, father-son hug that clearly made him uncomfortable. I answered the same questions Mum had asked me earlier, before he asked where Ellie was.
"I think she's still sleeping," I said, before telling him I'd go and get her. She wasn't in the spare room however, and instead I found her out in the yard talking to Mum. They were giggling about something, but whatever their conversation was about soon ended when they spotted me at the back door.
"Dad's home," I said, and Mum's deep sigh didn't go unnoticed as I lead Ellie into the house to meet my father.
We sat and chatted for a few hours. Originally we had planned to go out together for dinner but Ellie was still tired and Dad "had an early start tomorrow," so we re-arranged for tomorrow evening. We spoke about Uni and my new job, what mine and Ellie's new flat was like and how Amber was, and Mum seemed keen to learn everything she could about Ellie. I did notice that Mum and dad barely said a word to each other, and if they were forced to interact by the direction of the conversation it was limited to a few words, short and sharp. Eventually Dad excused himself to bed, then Ellie followed soon after, telling us she'd leave us to catch up a bit more.
"So, is everything ok?" I asked once it was just the two of us. Mum breathed deeply and sighed, looking down at the floor.
"Honestly, I don't know," she said sadly. "He's barely here anymore and when he is... well, you've just seen what it's like between us."
I nodded, waiting for her to continue. If she wanted to talk about it she would, but I wasn't going to push her.
"I spoke to him about how much he was working a couple of months ago," she eventually said, rising to her feet and then sitting herself next to me. Thankfully the clothes she was wearing now were far less revealing than her yoga gear from earlier - just a pair of loose jeans and an old, tatty sweater. She cuddled up to me and I put my arm around her, letting her relax into my body.
"I thought once we moved out here he'd wind it back a bit, work less hours, go on less trips, you know," she said, tucking her feet under her legs and draping her arm across my stomach. "Instead he works even more, he's always at the office, or there's a trip, or..."
She trailed off. The first thing that came to my mind was 'affair' so I knew Mum must have been thinking the same thing - and been thinking about it for months. But Dad, having an affair? Even the idea seemed ridiculous.
"When we first arrived we were always going out, to parties, to restaurants. It was almost every other night. Do you know the last time he took me out?"
I shook my head.
"My birthday, we went out for a meal."
Her 45th birthday had been eight months ago. Jesus.
"And do you know what the weird thing is," she said with a smile, "this all started once I started doing all this."
She looked herself up and down, and I knew what she meant straight away - but it didn't make sense. Dad had suddenly LOST interest when Mum started looking like that? I told myself that if I had a woman that looked like that I'd... and then I felt a pang of guilt, both for thinking of Mum like that but also because it revealed something about how I felt about Ellie as well. I chastised myself silently, this was my mother, I shouldn't even be having those thoughts.
And then she stretched, and the loose sweater suddenly rode way, way up her stomach, almost to the bottom curve of her breasts, and my cock jumped in my shorts. My eyes shot straight to her stomach, following the tanned, soft skin all the way down to the top of her pants, and then back up to her belly button... wait, how had I missed that earlier?
"Is that a belly button piercing?" I suddenly said, instinctively reaching out to touch it with my finger. It was a stud, and I ran my fingertip around it a couple of times, eliciting a giggle from Mum.
"Oh, yeah," she said, looking down at my hand playing with her stomach and then up into my eyes. How had I never realised how amazing her eyes were before? Was it the glasses? As she relaxed her top started to roll back down her stomach, but I kept my hand where it was. I don't know why, maybe the giggle had encouraged me, but Mum made to attempt to remove my hand so I continued to softly stroke her skin, tracing random patterns with my fingertip.
"Do you like it?" she asked nervously, wanting my endorsement. It was beginning to dawn on me how bad it must be between her and my father at the moment. She mistook my silence, and apparent lack of an answer, for disapproval however, and her face fell.
"I do," I finally said, about thirty seconds too late. "It's just... weird, seeing you like this."
"Weird?"
Ok, that was a bad word to use.
"Come on, you know what I mean. I don't see you for three years and then suddenly I come out here and you look..."
"What, Ben?"
"Amazing."
So it's out there at last, and I have to admit it feels like a weight has been lifted. The thought that my Mum looked amazing had left me with a knot in my stomach since I arrived, but just saying it out loud to her suddenly made everything feel a bit more normal.
"You really think so?"
She tries to hide it, but I can tell what that meant to her. She blushes and her eyes fall to the floor, a small grin creeping across her face and I realise that my hand is now just resting on her bare stomach.
"Yeah, I do."
She looked up at me and our eyes met, and then everything seemed to freeze. All I was aware of was my heart pounding in my chest, every beat feeling like an earthquake going off inside me.
Did her head just move towards me?
No, surely not.
But my head definitely just inched towards hers, and she hasn't moved or broken eye contact, so I move forward some more, wondering what the fuck I'm doing, and where I expect this to end.
"Ben..." she says softly, still not moving or stopping me, her pretty eyes still fixed on mine.
I go for it, plunging my head towards hers, my face towards hers, my lips towards hers, and still she stays still-
"Are you coming to bed, Ben?"
We both jump out of our skin as Ellie groggily shuffles into the room.
"Uuh, yeah, just a second," I tell her, hoping she's too sleepy to notice the panic on mine and Mum's faces, our flushed red skin and our heavy breathing.
Satisfied Ellie turns and heads back to our room, and me and Mum are alone once again, but the moment has gone and we're both stunned at what has just - nearly - happened.
"You should try and get some more sleep," she says, refusing or unable to look at me. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She almost runs out of the room, leaving me alone and with the biggest erection I've ever had aching inside my shorts.
I jerked off in the bathroom trying desperately not to think of Mum, of what had just happened and what I had wanted to happen, but my efforts were futile. I came wishing I was erupting whilst she was on her knees in front of me, my load splattering all over her face or her tits, maybe straight into her waiting mouth so she could swallow my load. Immediately after I felt grubby and dirty, wracked with that post-wank shame all men are familiar with, but this was multiplied tenfold, and I trudged into bed and collapsed next to Ellie hoping she was asleep.
"So what were you guys talking about?" she asked softly.
Dammit.
"Just catching up," I said, hoping she'd leave it there. Of course, she didn't, so I rolled onto my side to face her.
"Is that all?" she said, flipping over to face me. Our faces were inches away in the darkness.
"Why?" I asked, wondering if she was driving at anything in particular or if she was just trying to annoy me.
"You looked pretty cosy on the couch," she said. Fuck, she'd seen us, but she couldn't have seen everything - otherwise I doubt we'd be having this conversation like this.
"She's my Mum," I said, a message to myself as much as it was to her.
"Is that it?" she asked, the suspicion in her voice clear as you like.
"Ok, look, her and Dad aren't great at the moment and I think she's struggling a bit."
I hoped giving up that little bit was enough to satiate her need to know what we were talking about, and admitting my parents were going through some problems was infinitely preferable to admitting that I'd been on the verge of attempting to kiss my mother - and that she seemed perfectly willing to let me. And just that thought was enough to set my mind racing once again.
"Yeah, that was obvious."
"Really?"
"Come on, they see their son for the first time in three years and they could barely bring themselves to look at each other, let alone actually talk? You didn't notice."
"I suppose I didn't really want to," I said. Of course I had noticed but I hadn't really thought about it... maybe I didn't want to know what it meant. I had just put it down to Dad being tired and Mum being more concerned with the fact that I was here with Ellie - or maybe it was just because I was more focused on ogling my mother and wishing it was just the two of us.
"And she's never mentioned anything to you, on the phone or in her e-mails?"
"Nope, never. She wouldn't have wanted me - or Amber - to worry. What could we do from thousands of miles away?"
Ellie didn't answer, instead we just laid there in silence for a few minutes. Then she nudged herself closer to me, so close that I could feel her warm breath on my lips.
"Do you think that she, you know, started looking like that to get things working with them again?"
"That's what I thought when she told me, but she said these problems started after she'd.. you know," I trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence to Ellie.
"Look like a complete milf?" giggled Ellie, helpfully finishing it for me. I forced myself to crack a smile, trying to show I'd taken it as the joke she intended rather than something I fully agreed with.
"You think so?" I said, trying to turn it round on her. Unfortunately Ellie is almost impossible to embarrass.
"Yeah, you don't?" she sounded surprised, and expected an answer. My plan had backfired spectacularly.
"She's my Mum," I said for the second time in this conversation, and once again it didn't work.
"And? Come on, when you first saw her at the airport, when you didn't recognise her, what did you think?"
She was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Curiosity because I knew she genuinely wanted to know what I'd thought, and amusement because she enjoyed nothing more than making me squirm. Of the two of us she was easily the more outgoing, the more extrovert, the one that always pushed us to 'try new things' whether that was in the privacy of our bedroom or even messing about in public, which had happened on numerous occasions. I weighed up in my mind the best way to answer; I couldn't exactly tell the truth, admit that I'd been fantasising about my mother since I first laid eyes on her, that I'd jerked off in the bathroom ten minutes ago and wished I was cumming all over her face. I couldn't lie, though, and say she wasn't attractive. It was so obviously false anyway, and Ellie could see right through my lies in a heartbeat.
"Yeah, she is attractive, if that's the sort of thing you like," I finally answered, using every man's go to answer when put in that position by their partner. Ellie wasn't buying it.
"Yeah, I mean who goes for that? Amazing body, big tits, gorgeous eyes," she said, beginning to entangle my feet in hers under the covers. I really, really wasn't in the mood for anything to happen tonight. Firstly because she'd realise that I'd just masturbated, and secondly because I knew if I did fuck my girlfriend I'd end up thinking of Mum.
"Do I have something to be worried about?" I said, hoping that being a bit playful would be enough for her for one night.
"Hey, if she's up for it," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Suddenly my mind was filled with images of the two of them together, of Ellie sucking on my Mum's big, heaving tits, of Mum crying out as Ellie went down on her, of Ellie - who in my mind would be the more aggressive of the two - rode my mother's face until she came.
Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me?
The fantasy had caused my cock to grow once again, and whilst my mind was thinking of other things Ellie's hands had found their way under the covers and down towards it, and she mistook my hardness for desire for her.
"Mmm," she purred, "is all this talk of Mummy getting you hard?"
What the fuck? She thought she was joking, just teasing me, but I knew she wasn't.
"I always knew you were sick," I said, trying to remain calm and not to give the game away. She brushed it off with a chuckle as her hand slid into my boxers, her fingers slowly wrapping around my cock.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" she asked, her eyes finding mine and holding the gaze. It was as if she was looking straight into my soul. "You can be honest and tell me what you really think of your Mum's new look."
I gulped. My cock spasmed in her hand.
"Did you have a wank before getting into bed?"
She already knew the answer. I nodded.
"I thought you'd be asleep," I said, my voice hoarse.
"You know, you're allowed to wake me up and ask."
She removed her hand from my cock and slid my boxers down my legs. I kicked them off and rolled onto my back, Ellie rolled on top of me and sat up. She was straddling me, my erection pushed down and pressed back towards my stomach. She began grinding herself against it, slowly and softly, being careful not to make any noise.
"So, tell me," she demanded again. I had hoped she'd forgotten.
"She does look amazing," I said, placing my hands on her hips.
"Mmm," she clearly agreed with me. Was all this talk of my Mum turning her on as well? She lifted herself up and took hold of my cock, then placing it at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly she sank down onto me, taking all my seven inches inside of her, and then began to grind again. "Do you want to know what we were talking about in the garden, just before you came and got us?"
I had been intrigued, and I did want to know. I said nothing though, waiting for Ellie to tell me of her own volition, the fact that she'd brought it up meant that she was going to tell me either way. I began to move my hips in time with hers, causing a small groan of pleasure to escape her mouth.
"I told her I thought she looked really, really sexy, and we got talking, and I asked how big her tits were..."
"Ellie!" I said, suddenly bucking my hips off the bed, not in shock but in excitement of thinking about my girlfriend discussing my Mum's new tits with her.
"She was more than happy to talk about them!" she said, a dreamy smile on her face. "If you guess how big they are I'll let you cum in my mouth."
I knew I should play this game, but Ellie knew that I loved cumming in her mouth. I loved watching my cum pooled on her tongue before it disappeared down her throat, and she knew how wild it made me. She saved that little trick for special occasions, for birthdays or when she wanted me to do something; something like talking about my mother.
I found myself deliberately thinking about Mum's breasts in front of my girlfriend. I thought about the women I'd slept with, about what their bra size had been, and tried to compare them to what I'd seen of my Mum's new chest. Ellie was a B-cup, and Mum's were much bigger. I remembered Laura, a redhead from my first year of Uni - her tits had been huge, maybe the same size as Mum's but a lot saggier than hers appeared to be, but that was the best I could do.
"34DD?" I asked hopefully. Ellie smiled and shook her head.
"Hmm, close," she said, leaning forward so her face hovered over mine. She started to pump up and down so I began to thrust, my hands still on her hips, both of us trying not to go to hard to keep things quiet. "She's a 32F... and do you know what else?"
I shook my head. She leaned in further, putting her lips to my ears, and whispering;
"She let me see them."
"Fffffuuuuuck..."
It took every ounce of self control I could muster not to cum right there and then, and we'd only been going at it for a couple of minutes. I imagined them in the garden, bathed in sunlight, an innocent getting-to-know-you discussion slowly turning dirty, the two of them giggling about my Mum's breasts, and then Ellie cheekily asking if she could see them. I imagined it to be like something out of a porno, with my Mum only to happy to oblige, to show the younger girl her breasts... maybe even to have a little play with them?
"I thought you'd like that," she said, delighted with herself. "You wanna know what they're like?"
I nodded, quickly and sharply. No hiding anymore, no pretence, if Ellie wanted to push this then I was more than happy to go with her. She'd stopped moving her hips up and down and had reverted to rocking slowly back and forth whilst slowly gyrating her hips, not wanting me to cum yet, she wanted to tell me her story and she was going to take her time.
"Jesus, Ben, you know they say fake tits look great when you're dressed but not when you get them out? That's bullshit. They're incredible. If it wasn't for the faintest scars or the fact that your Mum has the tits of an 18-year-old at her age you'd never fucking know."
Truth be told I barely heard that. I was trying so hard not to cum, my teeth were gritted and my eyes screwed tightly shut, and I was trying to think of anything other than my mother to stop myself from shooting right there and then.
"Her nipples are so pink, and she says they're basically always hard,"
Football. Gloria, the ancient secretary from work. The pros and cons of Brexit. Anything to stop myself from cumming.
"And sensitive. The slightest touch gets her going..."
I grunted and groaned, practically lifting her off the bed as I raised my hips. She kissed me, mashing her mouth against mine, muffling the noise and only moving away once I'd quietened down.
"I think, if I'm careful, she'll let me play with them."
That did it. I exploded, letting out a load, guttural groan as my seed erupted inside of her, but in my head it was my mother I was cumming inside, my mother I wanted to be cumming inside. Ellie knew none of this and thought it was just her little story that had got me so turned on, and she laughed and bit her lip and began stroking by panting chest as I came down from my orgasm.
"That was quick," she said. "Anyone would think the thought of me and your Mum was turning you on."
"Did she really let you see them?" I asked, thinking that the jealousy in my voice must be obvious.
"Yeah, only for a second, but still." Ellie flopped off me and settled down beside me. "Honestly, I think she wanted to. She was basically asking for my approval."
Just like she'd done with me earlier when she wanted to know what I thought of her new look. Had Dad not paid her any attention since she did it all? What the fuck was wrong with him?
"Your Dad's an idiot if he's been ignoring her," Ellie said, reading my mind. I couldn't help but agree.
"Yeah, it's very weird."
"Do you think he's... you know," she said, suddenly serious.
"What?"
"Seeing someone else."
I'd thought the same earlier, I'm certain Mum thinks the same thing, and now Ellie. What else could it be? How else could you have no interest in a woman that looks like that?
"Because if he is he's a fucking idiot," she said.
Again, I found it hard to disagree with her.
"Yeah, I know," I said, closing my eyes.
I woke to the smell of breakfast; bacon, sausages, eggs. At first I thought Dad must be cooking, but then realised he'd be at work. I couldn't imagine Mum cooking that stuff though, not anymore, but as me and Ellie headed into the kitchen there she was. Once I saw her all thoughts of breakfast drifted from my mind though. She was this yellow sundress that was so short it barely covered her ass. From behind I could see how toned her legs were, how smooth her skin was, all the way down to the white heeled sandals she was wearing. With every movement the hem threatened to lift up and give me a glimpse of her arse, but it always fell millimetres short. She heard us and turned around, and I was greeted with another view of her magnificent tits. They were practically spilling out of her dress, the material spread thin as it stretched to contain Mum's breasts. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she'd done her makeup, covering her thick, full lips with pink lip gloss.
"Morning," she said, a big, happy smile spreading across her face.
"Hey," said Ellie.
"Are you going somewhere?" I blurted out, assuming she must be dressed like that for a reason. Instead she looked confused, cocking her head slightly.
"No honey, why?"
I shrugged, I had no answer to give her. "Just wondering," I lied.
She served up breakfast for myself and Ellie and then sat down next to me, watching us eat. She crossed one leg over the other, the dress riding high on her thigh. I kept on stealing glimpses, my eyes quickly darting from legs to her breasts.
"You not eating?" I asked, forcing myself to look at her eyes.
"I ate already," she said. "This is for you. I haven't cooked my baby breakfast in so long!"
She reached out and stroked my thigh, the touch of her hand sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I glanced across at Ellie and noticed the slightest of smiles on her face. I suddenly felt a pang of regret about last night.
"So what do you guys want to do today?" Mum asked, her hand still resting on my thigh. Before I could say anything Ellie jumped in.
"The beach?"
I cursed inwardly, knowing what that would mean - and I was sure that's why Ellie had done it.
"Ben? The beach ok with you?"
I forced a smile. The thought of seeing Mum in a bikini was enticing, and I could already feel my cock stirring in anticipation, but that was the problem - in a swimsuit there's nowhere to hide. "Sure," I said anyway.
"I thought you'd appreciate that suggestion," Ellie said when we were back in our room. She was looking at me mischievously and I knew that last night wasn't just a one off or something she regretted, she had enjoyed teasing me about my mother and was going to continue. I put on my swim shorts and looked at myself in the mirror. I had a pretty good body, having committed to the gym during my second year of Uni. Nothing like the commitment Mum had made of course, but I was proud of my six pack and, hey, it had got me Ellie. I looked over at her as she changed into her bikini, a red two piece that, as bikini's go wasn't overly revealing, but it contrasted nicely against her white skin, dotted with freckles. Her dark brown hair was almost permanently tousled and today was no different, and she was constantly blowing strays out of her face.
"Do you want to talk about last night?" I asked, pulling a t-shirt over my head.
"Do you?"
"I don't know. I feel a bit... weird, I guess."
"You never told me to stop."
"I didn't say I wanted you to. I just feel weird."
"Look," she said, wrapping a sarong around her. "Don't feel weird on my account, ok? It was hot. And unless you tell me to stop I'm going to keep teasing you about her."
She swayed over to me and kissed me.
"Why?" I asked as she pulled away.
"Because it turns you on, it turns me on... why wouldn't I?"
I had no answer.
"Don't be embarrassed about finding her sexy. She is. I guarantee you everyone at the beach today will be staring at her."
She wasn't wrong. We parked up a five minute or so walk away and slowly made our way to what Mum promised was an "amazing spot." She was still wearing the sundress from earlier, but as she had gotten out of the car the skirt had ridden up and given me the perfect view of the bikini bottoms she was wearing - and what a view it was, a sheer white thong nestled in between her pert, round butt cheeks. I walked, giddy with anticipation, just waiting for her to remove that dress so I could have a proper look - a proper ogle of my Mum in her bikini.
We arrived at the beach and picked out a spot, setting our towels down on the sand. I was in the middle with Ellie to my right and Mum to my left. Ellie asked me to rub some lotion on her back and I was more than happy to oblige, and I noted that she positioned herself so that by sitting behind her I would be facing Mum directly. I was left disappointed however, Mum remaining in her dress and settling down on her towel. She still looked incredible, of course, and I could see countless heads turning towards her, trying to steal a quick glance but lingering for too long. Of course it was impossible not to, once you'd had a glimpse you couldn't tear your eyes away from her. Even as I sulked over apparently not getting to see her in a bikini as I rubbed lotion into Ellie's shoulders I allowed my eyes to roam freely up and down her body, only stopping when the amount of time I had spent applying the lotion started to look suspicious.
"Do you want me to put some lotion on?" Mum asked as I sat down next to her. My heart jumped.
"Uuh, sure," I muttered. Ellie nudged me with her elbow, grinning.
Mum got up to her knees and manoeuvred herself behind me. I heard the squirt of the lotion and then the soft, wet, squishing sounds of her spreading it over her palms. I drew my knees up in anticipation of the impending tent that was about to form in my trunks, and sure enough the feel of her hands coming into contact with my shoulders was like a starting gun for my libido. My cock immediately started to throb, each pulse feeling like an earthquake in my trunks. Mum was none the wiser, of course, happily applying sunscreen to her son. Every now and again she'd lean too far forward and her breasts would brush against my bare skin, and I swear I could have came right there and then. Instead I closed my eyes and tried to put what was going on out of mind.
"Here, turn round," she said, snapping back to reality.
"Huh?" I asked, as dumb as a post.
"You always forget your face."
I did as I was told and span round, crossing my arms over my dick and praying she wouldn't look down. Carefully, just like she had when I was a little boy, she began applying sunscreen to my face, dabbing it onto my skin with a fingertip then using three or four fingers to rub it in. She was smiling, staring at me with her big, happy, hazel eyes. She was on her knees and leaning forward and I knew that if I looked down I'd have a fantastic view of her cleavage, which was threatening to spill over the top of that damned dress. Surely she'd notice if I did, though, her face was so close to mine she'd pick up on any eye movement straight away - and then what would she think? Even if it was for a moment - and I couldn't guarantee I'd be able to look away - she'd still know I'd looked at her tits.
Fuck it. I tried, fighting it for as long as I could, but it was pointless. I let my eyes shoot down, taking a mental snapshot of the most incredible pair of tits that could possibly exist. Her surgeon was an artist. I impressed myself by moving my eyes back up to hers, and my stomach fell as I saw her staring straight back at me. I'd been caught red handed... but she said nothing. Instead, she shifted... pushing her chest out even more. Was she inviting me to look? No, she couldn't be. But then she smiled, a comforting, motherly smile. I looked again, letting my gaze linger this time, and when I looked back up she giggled softly and then leaned back.
"There, all done," she said, using her thumb to rub in one rogue smudge of lotion on my cheek.
"Thanks," I managed to croak, quickly lying down on my stomach.
"Don't forget your front when you roll over," she said, placing the lotion next to me.
"Yeah, don't think you're spending all day working on your back," Ellie leaned in and whispered to me, knowing exactly why I had chosen to bury my dick in the sand.
Eventually my erection did subside and I flipped over onto my back, quickly applying some lotion to my chest. I glanced over at Mum; she was still in that dress. I'd given up hope of her ever taking it off, but that little glimpse of her cleavage earlier had satiated my desire for her for the time being. The fact that she'd practically given me permission to look was running through my mind, but then I thought that if she wanted me to look why was she still in the dress? I chastised myself for my stupidity; of course she wasn't inviting me to look, she just didn't want me to feel uncomfortable at being caught ogling her - and I'd responded by doing it again.
But what if...
"Are you guys going to go in the water?" Mum said, breaking my train of thought. "Maybe rent a jet ski?"
"That sounds like fun," said Ellie. She sat up and looked at me, lifting her sunglasses off her face to show me her big puppy dog eyes.
"Let me guess," I said sitting up. "You want me to go and rent one?"
She nodded and off I went.
My quick lesson in how to operate a jet ski finished just as Ellie joined me. I climbed on and she tucked herself in behind me.
"You can thank me later," she said softly into my ear.
"For what?" I asked, revving the engine.
"You'll see."
As always, Ellie was right, I would have to thank her.
We spent about half an hour messing about on the jet ski before returning to Mum. As we approached I immediately realised something was different - the dress was gone, and there she was, clad only in her bikini. It was white, and the bottoms were just as small as the glimpse earlier had promised. She was laying on her front so I could see there was just a thin strip of material nestled in between the cheeks of her ass, which was the sort of butt you'd expect to find on a woman half Mum's age - pert, firm, and smooth. Squats are a wonderful, wonderful thing.
Her hair was pushed aside and looped over her shoulder, and from the thin string that was tied up behind her neck I knew the bra would be just as revealing, but as she propped herself up on one elbow I realised I couldn't have imagined just how true that was. The little strips of material strained against the curve of her huge breasts, just wide enough to cover her nipples but that was it. My eyes were immediately drawn to the hard nubs clearly poking through the white material, her nipples almost looking like they were struggling to free themselves, to break through the bikini - and I was on their side. At this point I realised I didn't care that she was my mother, she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I should have felt guilty thinking that with my girlfriend standing just feet away, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Anyway, I got the feeling Ellie would understand, and from the looks my Mum was getting from all the men in the vicinity - whether they were there with wives or partners - I knew I was far from alone.
"You guys have fun?" she asked.
I nodded and sat down next to her, and Ellie plopped herself down next to me.
"Anyone want a drink?" she asked. As she brushed the loose sand off her body I allowed myself to shamelessly take in her body yet again. Her tits shook with every movement, and I realised that there were no 'white bits' left on Mum - that tan reached every inch of skin, which meant that, at times, she had to sunbathe naked. How much would I pay to 'accidentally' stumble across that, I wondered. I heard Ellie ask for a coke so I asked for the same, then stared at Mum's ass as she walked off.
"You're lucky to have me," Ellie said, matter off factly.
"What happened?"
"I asked her why she was still in her dress," she said, as if that had been the most normal thing in the world to ask. I looked at her, confusion plastered across my face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"And she told you, just like that?"
"Yeah, pretty much. She said she thought the bikini she'd picked out was too revealing and she didn't want to embarrass you."
That was like being punched in the stomach. Mum didn't want to look too sexy in case I was embarrassed? Had I done something to make her think I would be? Then I remembered the way we had almost kissed last night - or, to be more accurate, the way I had nearly kissed her. I suddenly felt flustered, like my skin was on fire, as I wondered whether that had made Mum realise that I was thinking of her in a way that a son should never think about his mother - and she had decided to dial it back a bit, to try to stop me from looking at her like that. But then she was in her bikini, wasn't she? Something Ellie said had made her change her mind.
"Why would she think I'd be embarrassed?"
Ellie scoffed. "Because look at it. You think most sons want to see their Mum dressed like that?
She over-emphasised the word 'most', because she knew full well I was one of the few perverts who did want to see their mother dressed like that. And with good reason.
"Most sons don't have Mum's that look like that," I replied.
"Yeah, well, she doesn't see herself like that, clearly."
"So what changed her mind?"
"I told her you wouldn't be embarrassed, and that she's clearly worked hard for her body so why not show it off?"
I know Ellie pretty well and I got the feeling she was holding something back.
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"Ellie..."
"Ok, I might have told her that you said she's sexy..."
"Ellie!"
"... and that you'd probably be disappointed if you didn't get to see her in a bikini."
Oh Jesus. She was joking, right? I couldn't have my Mum knowing that I thought she was sexy, or that I wanted to see her in a bikini. I mean, it was true, but her knowing was too much.
"You are joking, right?" I asked, hoping this was just Ellie being Ellie; winding me up, teasing me, having her fun. Instead she just shrugged.
"No, I told her. I think she needed to hear that."
"You think my Mum needed to hear that her son wants to see her in a bikini?" I said, louder than I'd intended.
"Keep your voice down Ben!" Emily said, apparently unable to understand why I wasn't particularly happy with her. "And yeah, I do. Let's be honest Ben, you Dad's being a bit of a cunt. She's moved out here for him, fucking transforms herself into a goddess and he treats her like shit? Come on, she needs a confidence boost."
"Then tell her that every other man on the beach is staring at her, begging her to take the dress off!"
Mum arrived back with the drinks, cutting us off mid-argument. She immediately noticed the tension in the air.
"Everything ok?"
"Fine," I said, taking my drink from her.
We sunbathed in silence for a while before Mum sat up, grabbing the bottle of lotion, spreading it over her arms, chest, stomach and legs.
"You want me to do your back?" I asked. Fuck it, if Ellie had told her what I thought then why not try and push it a bit further? I knew I was being a bit childish, but Mum seemed delighted and handed the bottle to me. I positioned myself behind her as I had done with Ellie earlier but Mum had other ideas, laying flat on her stomach. I sidled up next to her and squirted the lotion on my hands - the fact that they were now covered in a white, creamy liquid whilst I kneeled over my mother wasn't lost on me - but Mum propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me.
"It'll be easier if you're over me," she said, lying back down. Was that an invitation to straddle her? I looked at Ellie, dumfounded, and she shot me an 'I told you so' look back.
I didn't need to be told twice. I lifted one knee over Mum and then lowered myself down so I was resting just over her lower back. I could already see the jealous looks coming my way from the men - and even some of the women - close to us, and I couldn't blame them. I teased myself, allowing myself to relax more so my balls were pressing against Mum's back, then leaned forward so the tip of my cock was agonisingly close to doing the same. All through my trunks of course, but I didn't care. Slowly I began applying the sunscreen, going over every spot countless times. I must have used up most of what was left in the bottle. On the third or so go round I began applying it down the sides of her body, letting my fingertips get to within a fraction of the sides of her breasts which were being pushed out by the weight of her lying on them.
"Would you mind undoing me?" Mum suddenly said after a few minutes. My cock was now rock hard once again, as I was sure anyone looking would have been able to see.
My shaking fingers eventually managed to undo the bow holding Mum's bikini together, and I guided the strings down away from her neck so I had a perfect view of her back. Her hair was tucked off to the side and I placed my finger at the nape of her neck, then traced it all the way down to the top of her bikini bottoms. At this point my cock was oozing pre-cum, and if I stayed where I was any longer I knew it would start leaking through my trunks and onto my Mum. As much as that prospect turned me on I couldn't bring myself to let that happen, so reluctantly I climbed off my mother and once again lay down next to her on my stomach.
Ellie looked at me, smiling, revelling in the fact she was right. Most women would have been furious at the display I had just put on with my mother, but Ellie almost seemed to be - dare I say - turned on by it. As for Mum? A moment later she let out a satisfied moan and turned her head to look at me.
"That was nice," she purred. I smiled back at her.
"Anytime," I said.
We stayed for a few more hours before Mum suggested we head home, take a shower before going out for dinner. A sudden feeling of gloom came over me as I realised Dad would be joining us, which would mean I would have to be on my best behaviour when it came to Mum.
We got home and Mum disappeared into her en suite to shower, leaving me and Ellie to share the main bathroom. It was the first time we were away from Mum since the incident with the sunscreen.
"So, are you going to thank me?" she asked, hands on hips, delighted she had been proved right.
"You planned that, did you?" I asked, not willing to give up yet.
"Come on Ben, don't think I didn't see that massive hard-on in your trunks. Fuck, I think the whole beach saw it."
I felt myself going red.
"Yeah, well, I can't exactly help it, can I?" I said pathetically.
"No, you can't, and it's ok."
She slowly padded towards me, undoing her sarong and letting it drop around her feet before wrapping her arms around me. Her eyes lit up; my cock was already growing and pushing into her. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life, in a perpetual state of excitement, and not because of Ellie - and she seemed to know that, and didn't seem to care.
"Poor baby," she said, using that new pet name Mum had been using. Ellie knew exactly what she was doing.
"I'll make you a deal," she said, kissing my neck. "You can fuck me now, in the shower, or you wait until later."
"Why would I wait?" I said, cupping her asscheeks with my hands and pulling her into me.
"Because if you wait I'll play along when you call me mummy."
Oh shit. My head suddenly started swimming, but she wasn't done.
"But you have to do exactly as I saw during dinner, ok?" she said playfully, pulling herself away from me and undoing her bikini, letting it fall to the floor. Just her thong left.
"What do I have to do?" I gulped.
"You'll have to wait and see."
Off came the bottoms and she was completely naked in front of me. She stepped into the shower, never breaking our gaze, and let the water cascade over her body.
"So, now or later?" she said with a smile, knowing my answer.
"Later," I said. "Later," again, just to be sure.
Ellie smiled.
"Good boy."
Dad arrived home just a few minutes before the taxi arrived to pick us up. "Sorry," he said, to nobody in particular, eyes glued to his phone. "We still going out for dinner?" he asked as he walked in their room.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to," I heard her say as the door shut behind him. I found myself hoping that he'd take her up on that. Not just because it would be easier for me to salivate over Mum without him there, as well as play whatever game Ellie had planned, but also because I knew it was going to be an evening filled with awkward conversation if Dad did decide to join us.
"Well hurry up then!" Mum shouted, slamming the door behind her. Their conversation had clearly ended in an argument, but suddenly I didn't care. In fact, I doubt I'd have remembered my Dad's name if you'd have asked me at that point as I took in Mum's dress.
"Wow," I actually said out loud, loud enough for Ellie to hear but she could only raise her eyebrows, clearly agreeing with me. It was a short, pink mini dress, so tight it might as well have been spray painted on. It was held in place by two thin straps over her shoulders, with a deep V-shaped neckline came to a stop below her breasts, showing off the insides of her bosom. The dress was short, finishing six inches or so above her knees, and on one side there was a long, wide slit that went all the way up to her waistline.
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she moved to the window, looking out onto the road.
"Taxi's here," she said, trying her best to put on a brave face. "Your father will only be a couple of minutes."
As Mum pottered about I felt Ellie nudge up close to me. "Ready?" she said in a soft whisper. I didn't say anything, just continuing to watch Mum.
"Tell her how good she looks," said Ellie.
I steadied myself, then slowly walked towards my mother. It took a lot of effort to walk in a straight line, my mind was spinning and whirring and I felt like a drunk trying to act sober.
"Mum?" I said when she was close, close enough to smell. Her perfume, whatever it was, was intoxicating. She turned and smiled at me, her lips once again covered in a shiny, almost glittering pink lip gloss that matches her dress. Her long, blonde hair - so close to being white apart from the darker roots - was lightly tousled, flowing down over her shoulders. I was suddenly speechless.
"Everything ok, baby?" she asked sweetly. My stomach twisted at the word 'baby', remembering Ellie's use of it earlier. It was no longer an innocent little pet name a mother has for her son in my mind, it was something else entirely.
"Umm, yeah, I just wanted to say you look amazing."
I could tell how much that meant to her. Her smile broke and for a moment I thought she was about to burst into tears, but if she was she held it together. She said nothing, instead walking to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Thankyou," she whispered into my ear, her breathe warm and fuzzy against my skin. I allowed my fingers to brush against her hips, but then Dad spoiled the moment. He had clearly just thrown on something that looked vaguely smart, and came stomping out into the kitchen tapping away on his phone.
"It's the first chance I've had to wear this," she said, motioning to her dress.
"Really?" Ellie asked. Mum nodded.
"I've got so many clothes I don't get the chance to wear," she said, loudly and in a tone that was designed for my father to hear. He was still distracted though, I doubted he was even aware Mum was talking, let alone to him.
Despite my best efforts Dad got into the taxi after Mum, meaning I wasn't sat next to her on the way to the restaurant. I didn't have to worry once we got to our table though, as Dad sat on one side and Ellie deliberately left the seat next to Mum on the other free for me to take.
Although there were four of us present there might as well only have been three. Dad's phone never left his hands, as he sent countless emails or texts or whatever as the rest of us chatted between us. Mum was keen to learn more about Ellie, asking what she'd studied at University, what she was doing for work, about her family and where she grew up, anything to keep herself distracted from the fact that Dad clearly didn't want to be there. I wondered if he'd even noticed what she was wearing, if he had he'd given nothing away, barely looking at her all night.
Me on the other hand? I couldn't stop staring. I felt like a child with a crush. I even found myself inching my chair away from the table slightly so I could get a better view of Mum's legs, her dress having ridden further up her thighs as she sat down. I was annoyed that the slit in her dress was on the opposite side to me, knowing full well that the view that provided was utterly wasted on my idiot father.
"I just need to run outside and make a call," said Dad, his first vocal contribution to the evening. Mum sighed deeply then turned to look at him, and Ellie quickly took her chance.
"Touch her leg," she whispered to me. 'Seriously?' I mouthed back at her. She smiled and nodded.
Dad left and I found myself trying to think of the best of doing it. There was no chance of me backing out, I knew that, Ellie's promise of what was to come later if I played along was all I could think of. I couldn't do what I wanted to do with Mum, but if my girlfriend was willing to help me act out that fantasy then I was going to jump at the chance.
"You ok?" I said, leaning in towards Mum. I thought I'd bottled it at first, my hand remaining in my lap under the table, but then I thought 'fuck it' and quickly placed it on her knee. I hoped she'd take it as a comforting gesture rather than anything else. She nodded and formed a fake smile. I allowed my hand to creep up her thigh, only an inch or so, and gave her soft, warm flesh a delicate squeeze. She said nothing, gave no indication that she had any problem with my hand being there, so I let it linger.
"We can go home if you want," I said, hand still on her leg.
Mum shook her head. "No, I won't let him ruin our evening," she said defiantly. I gave her a reassuring look and finally removed my hand from her thigh, letting my fingertips drag across her skin as I pulled it away. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. We were only getting started.
A few minutes later Dad returned, and Ellie quickly used the distraction to give my next instruction. "Fill her glass up," she said, indicated the bottle of wine on the table, and Mum's nearly empty glass sat next to it. I gave her a confused look; is that it? Ellie just nodded though, so I took the bottle and began filling Mum's glass. When she looked at me I just smiled, and when she didn't stop me I kept on going, filling the glass all the way to the brim.
Once our food had arrived Dad's phone rang, and he disappeared once again to take it. Mum took herself off to the ladies, although I had my doubts as to whether she actually needed the bathroom.
"You remember she said earlier about all those clothes she doesn't get to wear?" said Ellie, mischievous as ever. I nodded. "Tell her you'd love to see them."
I just stared back at her, not knowing what to say. I had to do it, I knew what my reward for playing along was going to be, but how did I even begin to broach that subject with my mother?
"And keep touching her," Ellie added, almost nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Mum returned before I could answer, and as she sat down Ellie gave me a look that told me she wasn't joking, she wanted me to do it.
"Are you ok?" I said softly, moving myself closer to Mum, trying to make it feel like just the two of us. If I was going to do this I wanted to do it quickly, before Dad got back, and I had no idea how long he was going to be gone for.
"Yeah," she said, putting on a brave face. "I'm sorry about your father."
"Don't be," I said, resting my arm across the back of her chair. "I'd rather it was just you anyway."
Her face broke out into a genuine smile when I said that, and I took my chance to place my hand on her shoulder. My other hand found its way to her knee, so I was almost holding her in place, my face inches away from hers.
"That's very sweet," she said, whispering, her eyes finding mine. I knew Ellie had stopped eating and was watching us intently.
"Can I ask you something?" I said, matching the softness of her voice. She nodded once, quickly, almost nervously. "You know you said you don't get a chance to war clothes like that anymore?"
She nodded against and took a big gulp of her wine. Behind her I could see that Dad had just walked back into the restaurant. He was moving slowly, eyes glued to his phone, and he was taking his time picking a route through the crowded tables. I looked back at Mum. Fuck it, now or never.
"You can wear them for me if you want." She gulped visibly and then her mouth hung open. Dad was getting closer and closer.
"I bet you look so..."
I leaned in closer, my lips pressed against her ear.
"... so sexy in them."
I felt her body tense in my hands. Pulling my head away I looked at her expectantly, needing an answer now. She nodded. "Ok," she said, her voice hushed. I gave her a warm, happy smile.
I removed my hands from Mum just as Dad tucked his phone in his jacket pocket and looked up at the table. A second later he sat down, apologising once again for his absence, but at this point nobody at the table cared. I could see Mum's skin was flushed, she was quiet and staring silently at her food as she ate it. Ellie grinned like the cat that got the cream. I tried to compose myself, I was almost shaking with excitement at what I had just done. I'd just told my mother I wanted her to model clothes for me because I wanted to see just how good she looked in them - and she had said yes.
The rest of the evening passed without anymore instructions from Ellie. It had already gone as far as she wanted it to go. We arrived home and Dad disappeared off to their bedroom immediately, leaving myself, Mum and Ellie stood awkwardly in the front room.
"I'm going to go to bed," said Ellie, faking a yawn. "Will you be long?" she said to me, knowing full well I wouldn't be. I shook my head and told her I'd be in soon.
An awkward silence passed before Mum, who had been looking down at the floor, suddenly looked up at me. It was like she had been summoning up the courage to ask me what she was about to ask.
"Ben, what you asked back at the restaurant..."
"I'm sorry," I butted in, thinking she was regretting what she had promised me. "That was inappropriate-"
"No," she said her turn to interrupt. "I just wanted to know if you meant it... I mean, you didn't just feel sorry for me, did you? I know your father's being-"
"A prick."
She smiles shyly.
"Well, yeah, but even so, if you don't want to-"
"No, I do. Tomorrow?"
I couldn't believe I was being this forward with her, and I couldn't believe it actually seemed to be working. Suddenly this new desire for my Mother didn't feel as wrong as it had a few hours ago, felt a little less grubby and a little less perverted. She seemed almost ok with it, which in my mind made it right. Made it normal.
"Yes. Your Dad's out all day - Jesus, of course he is... what about Ellie? I mean, wouldn't she find that weird?"
I suddenly remembered that Mum had no idea about Ellie's involvement in any of this, that it was Ellie who was pushing me, cajoling me into hitting on my own mother, by promising to let me fuck her whilst she pretended to be my Mum later on.
"We'll figure something out," I said, meaning that Ellie would figure something out. Mum nodded and smiled, hugging me. We stood in the middle of the room for a few moments, holding each other, swaying slightly back and forth.
And then she leaned back slightly, her big, pretty hazel eyes gazing into mine, before softly pressing her lips to mine. It was only a soft, delicate peck, but it was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. A surge of energy went through me, and my hands tightened on Mum's hips. She responded by pushing her body into mine, one of her hands snaking from my side, up my back and coming to rest on the back of my head. She held me in place and then her lips parted slightly, and mine did the same. Her tongue flicked across my lips, just for a moment, and then she was pulling herself away from me. Against every instinct I let her go, my hands sliding off her as she moved away.
"Goodnight, baby," she said sweetly, her fingertips briefly entangling mine.
And then she was gone. I was left alone in my mother's front room with my cock straining at my pants.
I walked - and to be honest it was more of a shuffle - to my room in a daze, trying to process what had just happened. It was a kiss, there was no doubt about that, and we had both wanted it to happen. It had nearly happened before, when I had found myself edging my head in towards Mum's, but something had happened that made us stop. Tonight, though? Whatever that thing was wasn't there, and we had kissed, she had kissed me, and not in the way a mother is supposed to kiss her son.
As I stumbled through the door into the darkness and fumbled around trying not to wake Ellie I suddenly remembered what she had promised me. Kissing Mum had rendered me incapable of thinking about anything else.
"Baby," my girlfriend whispered softly.
"Yeah?" I gulped.
"Lie down on the bed."
Oh fuck. Now my head was swirling, but somehow I found my way to the bed and flopped down onto it. I rolled onto my back and then lay there in silence, the shuffling sounds of Ellie's movement getting closer and closer. This had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning after the kiss minutes ago, this wasn't just a fantasy, it felt real.
"Mummy's going to take care of you, ok?"
I barely felt the mattress distort as it took her weight, the word 'mummy' having overloaded my senses to the point where I was barely able to process what was going on. I felt her hands at my waistband, and instinctively I lifted my hips off the bed to allow my trousers and boxers to slip off me unhindered. I tried to unbutton my shirt but my co-ordination had abandoned me so I gave up after struggling with one button for an age, and allowed my hands to rest by my side.
My cock jumped as Ellie's fingers slowly gripped the base of my shaft.
"Mmm," she purred. "You're so hard for your Mum, baby."
I said nothing as I felt her straddle my legs. I could feel her skin on mine, but in the dark I couldn't tell exactly how much she was wearing. Was she naked? Was she still in her underwear? To be honest, I didn't care.
I jumped and groaned as she licked the tip of my penis, the pre-cum already oozing from it. She giggled, becoming Ellie again for a moment, but then she composed herself.
"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?"
I nodded.
"Haven't you, baby?"
I was so wrapped up in what's happening I forgot that it was almost pitch black and she couldn't see me.
"Yes," I said hoarsely.
"Yes what?"
"Yeah, Mum."
"Good boy."
I didn't if that was Ellie talking as herself or in character. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. I could already feel myself wanting - needing - to cum, but I wanted this to last, I wanted to savour this, knowing that it's the closest I'll ever get to the real thing and I have no idea if this is just going to be a one off.
She took my cock into her mouth, slowly letting her lips sink down to her hand, then dragged them back up again.
If it was to be a one off, I didn't want it to be over in seconds so I forced myself to wait. It was no use trying to think of something else, every thought I had instantly returned to my mother. Her bikini at the beach...
Ellie went back to teasing the tip of my bulging, throbbing dick with her tongue.
Mum doing yoga...
"So big baby..." whispered Ellie.
The way she let me fondle her leg at dinner...
Ellie's hand slowly began pumping up down as she sucked lightly on the tip. It slid up and down easily, my cock slippery with pre-cum.
The thought of her modelling her clothes for me...
"So much bigger than your Dad's..."
And the kiss...
"Unngh, fuck!" I groaned, trying to force my hips up off the bed. Ellie forced me back down.
"Relax, baby," she whispered, sitting up. I felt her legs straddling my thighs. "Mum needs you insider her first, ok?"
"Yes!" the excitement in my voice was obvious. Ellie once again took hold of my cock as she lifted herself off me, lining me up with the entrance to her pussy. She did this last night, but then she was Ellie. This time she was my mother.
"Are you sure about this, Mum?" I asked, now completely lost in the fantasy.
"Mum needs this," she said. I felt the outside of her pussy brushing against my dick.
"Mummy needs this..." she said again as she exhaled, lowering herself onto me. She paused for a moment and then shifted her weight slightly, before beginning to fuck me. She was wet, wetter than I had ever felt her, and I knew that she was as into this as me. This wasn't just about feeding my fantasy, it was hers as well. I thought that I should tell her about the kiss, but decided against it. I didn't want to break the fantasy. And besides, I could always tell her later...
"Oh god," she said, becoming more frantic in her movement. She was close to cumming and we had only been going for a few moments.
She put her hands on my chest and leant into them.
"Baby I'm gonna cum..." she said, trying desperately to be quiet.
She began to whimper, little cries of pleasure, and she pushed her face into my neck to muffle them.
"Baby... baby," she started to repeat over and over again into my skin. I wrapped my arms around her back and neck and hold her tight.
"Cum in me Ben," she said, her fingernails digging into my skin.
"Cum in Mummy."
And that's enough to send me over the edge. I exploded, string after string of cum spurting inside her, driving her wild. I had to move my hand down to her lower back to keep her on me, her body shaking and convulsing as she came.
We both came down from our orgasms, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
"You ok?" I said finally after a couple of minutes of silence. I don't even know if she's still awake, and if she is whether I'll be talking to Ellie as my girlfriend or Ellie as my mother. My cock, still buried inside of her, is getting hard again, and I want this to carry on.
"Yesssssssss..." she said contentedly. Then she giggled. "You're getting hard again, aren't you baby?"
Oh thank god.
"It's because of you," I said, stroking her back.
"I think it's your turn to fuck Mummy," she says.
I mashed my lips against hers. It didn't feel like the kiss I shared with Mum earlier, this is how I normally kiss Ellie, but it's enough.
I dragged myself down so my head is just above her tits. They're nowhere near as big as my Mum's, but as I swirl my tongue around one of her nipples I tell myself they're the breasts I used to feed from.
"So good," she purred. "It's been a long time since..." she trailed off, but it's clear she's thinking the same way as me. I start sucking on her tit, then move to the other one. I can feel her writhing about beneath me. She's not normally this into me playing with her breasts, but at the moment I think anything I do is going to have this effect. Already she's breathing heavily.
"Hurry up and fuck me, baby," she tells me, and I waste no time in doing as I told. I remove my mouth from her nipple and sit up slightly, then slowly begin thrusting in and out of her.
I try to stay calm, to stay in control, but quickly find myself pumping away furiously. The headboard bangs against the wall but at this point the whole neighbourhood can hear for all I care. Deep down I hope Mum can hear what's going on, but as far as she'll know it's just her son fucking his girlfriend. She'll never know what we're thinking, what we want...
"Oh babyyyyy!" Ellie squeals. "Fuck your mother!" she cries, not in a whisper this time, a note of aggression in her voice.
"Fill me up with your cum again!" she says, and now I'm pumping in and out of her as fast as I can.
The headboard goes BANG BANG BANG against the wall.
"Cum in your mother!" she orders, and finally I allow myself to release my seed, shooting it inside of her again. Ellie, who has apparently found a pillow to hold over her face, lets out a cry, as I continue to move in and out of her, slowing down gradually until I'm still.
I collapsed on top of her, then roll over onto my back.
"That was amazing," I said.
"I know," she replied.
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
When I woke up the next morning I quietly slide out of bed, not wanting to wake Ellie. The memories of what happened last night come flooding back and my cock jolts. I find myself wanting to wake her by softly stroking her hair away from her ear and whispering 'Mum,' until she wakes up, to see if she'll carry on where she left off. I don't want to push it though, so grab the trousers I was wearing last night and pull my phone out of the pocket.
It was still early, just gone seven according to my phone, and I didn't expect to find anyone else up. Still, I pulled on my jeans from yesterday and an old t-shirt, which was just as well as I find Dad in the kitchen. He was dressed for work, and I noticed a suitcase by the door.
"Morning," I said, my voice emotionless - and that took some effort. Whatever the issue between him and my mother, I'm firmly on Mum's side.
Inevitably, he didn't answer. He's flipping through some paperwork.
"Hello?" I said a little louder. He looks up, briefly, then goes straight back to his paperwork.
"Ben," he said formally. No hello, nothing.
"Look, I'm really sorry, but I've got to go away for a couple of days."
Good.
"Oh, work?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, 'fraid so. Look after your Mum, ok?" he said, brushing past me. "She's been a little under the weather the last few weeks."
I wanted to scream at him, to call him an idiot and ask what he fuck he's thinking, and tell him to take as long as he wants away, but I managed to bite my tongue and stay quiet.
"Oh," he said, suddenly turning back to me, his voice quieter than it was a moment ago. "Look, I know you and Ellie are adults, but when you're... you know..."
So he heard last night. I wonder if Mum heard it too, hoping that she did.
"... just keep it down, ok?" he says with a wry smile. I force one back and nod.
"Sorry," I say.
"Don't worry about it." He grabbed his suitcase and opened the door. "See you soon," he says, and then he's gone. Thank fuck for that.
"Hey baby."
Once again my cock sprang to life at the memory of last night. I turned around to find Mum heading straight towards me. She's wearing a red t-shirt; it must be one of Dad's because it's too big for her, stretching halfway down her thighs. I realise she was probably listening to mine and Dad's conversation - if you can call it that - and waiting for him to go before coming out.
"Hey Mum," I say, opening my arms up. She walks straight into me, folding her arms around me. We hold each other tight, my hands softly roaming up and down her back, but it's over too quickly as I feel her relax. As we pull apart I hope she didn't feel my cock pressing against her, but then she surprises me.
She lifts herself up on tiptoes and kisses me on the corner of my mouth.
As she backs away she meets my gaze, and it's like she's staring me out, waiting for me to respond to that. All I can think of is how hard my cock has gotten so quickly.
"Dad's gone," I say stupidly. It's all I can manage to get out.
"Yeah," she says, not seeming too upset by it.
"So," she says, making her way to a cupboard to get a glass out. As she stretches up the shirt goes with her, exposing her ass to me. It's covered by a pair of frilly white panties, tight against her pert, toned cheeks. "What are you and Ellie doing today?"
We had nothing specific planned. There was a checklist of things we wanted to do whilst we were out here, of course, but we nothing planned on a day to day basis and we hadn't had a chance to discuss today. We'd had other things on our mind.
"Nothing really, why?"
Mum almost seemed to glide towards the sink and then filled up her glass with water. She turned to me as she drank, her pink shiny lips - she'd already found the time to apply her make-up - lingering on the rim of the glass as she stared at me.
"Sorry, I should've asked," she said, putting the glass down. "Would you like one?"
I looked to her side. In the draining rack next to the sink sat two glasses.
"Please," I said, hoping she hadn't noticed. She turned back to the cupboard and I smiled to myself, my eyes darting straight to her ass knowing I was about to get another glimpse of Mum's perfect butt.
She stretched up, standing on tiptoes once again. Unable to see the top shelf and instead relying on touch so it took her a few moments to find another glass. This gave me the chance to run my eyes up an down the back of her slim, tanned legs. There wasn't an inch of fat on them, her skin appeared to glisten in the early morning sunlight that was breaking through the curtains. She turned and I quickly dragged my eyes back up to her face; just in time, too.
She filled my glass and handed it to me. Our fingertips touched briefly before I took a drink.
"So, nothing planned?"
I shook my head.
"You?" I asked.
She took another sip.
"I need to go to Kacey's," she said, arching her back, apparently trying to work out a kink. In doing so she thrust her tits forward, and they strained against the material of her top, which had rode up once again. I was agonisingly close to a glimpse of the front of her panties, but it was slightly too long.
"Who?" I asked, trying to act normal.
"Her husband works with your Dad, they've gone away and I said I'd feed their cat."
I nodded. Then an idea popped into my head, and I was blurting it out before I could second guess myself.
"Last night, when I said you should model some of your clothes for me," I said. She seemed to freeze, her glass halfway up to her mouth, and stared at me with wide, stunned eyes. I suddenly thought I'd messed up, that I'd pushed her too far, but I couldn't backtrack now. "Why don't I come with you and you can bring some stuff to show me?"
She just stared at me for what felt like hours. I could feel myself going red.
"Ok," she said, breaking the silence. I was stunned. She was going for it?
"I mean, if you want to," I said, giving her a chance to back out.
"No, I'd like that," she smiled softly, lowering her glass. "What about..."
She didn't say Ellie's name, instead her gaze moved towards the direction of my bedroom.
"I'll just tell her I'm nipping out with you quickly," I said, suddenly determined to take this chance. "She'll be asleep for ages anyway."
"So we'll go now?" Mum asked. I nodded.
"I'll go tell Ellie and dress properly," I said.
"Ok, and I'll change and..." Mum paused. I thought she was reconsidering. "... and pick some stuff I really like." She said that last bit with a wry, knowing smile, and I thought I saw a flicker of naughtiness in her eye.
I gently shook Ellie awake after changing into something half decent.
"Unnngh," she groaned, turning away from me. Not a morning person in the slightest.
"Ellie," I whispered. No response. "Ellie!"
"What?" she said grumpily, turning her head to me.
"I'm going out with Mum for a bit," I said, hoping she wouldn't ask me why. I wasn't sure exactly why given what we had done last night, and that Ellie had dared me to ask for this in the first place, but suddenly this felt like something... secret between me and Mum.
"Fine," she said, closing her eyes. Then a smile crossed her face. "Take care, baby."
I said nothing. 'If only you knew,' I thought to myself.
I waited for Mum for a good twenty minutes. When she finally arrived she had changed into a pair of loose grey jogging bottoms and hoodie. I had to admit, I was slightly disappointed. I'd hoped for something... sexier from the off, but still, I knew I was just being greedy.
Over her shoulder she was holding a bunch of coat hangers. All the clothing was inside garment covers so I couldn't see what she had picked out, but there was a lot of it. More than I was expecting.
"Ready?" she said with a smile. I nodded.
"You want me to carry that?" I asked, holding my hand out.
"No, I've got it," she said, playfully grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me towards her. We walked out to the car with my hand in hers, swinging back and forth.
Neither of us said much on the drive over and instead a nervous tension hung in the air, it was as if I was keeping myself quiet just in case I said something that suddenly made Mum see sense - as if she'd snap out of whatever was making her go through with this and realise it was somehow wrong. Of course, this was completely irrational, to her this must have seemed perfectly innocent - a little weird, maybe, but there was no way she knew about what I really wanted, about what had happened between me and Ellie last night. To her this would have just seemed like me being a 'good son' - giving her the chance to try on and get a male perspective on her outfits.
Right?
We arrived at her friends and she led me into the front room. The house was small, almost cramped, but I sat on the couch facing away from the door leading into the room and waited. I could already feel my cock straining against my trousers, and the butterflies in my stomach.
"Close your eyes," came her voice from behind me. I closed them, then I heard her move into the room, eventually coming to a stop in front of me. Then nothing.
"Can I open them now?" I finally asked, wondering what was wrong. Was she having second thoughts?
"Ok," she said, the nervousness in her voice obvious.
I slowly opened my eyes and immediately felt my jaw drop. Mum saw it too and blushed, looking down at her feet to avoid my stare.
I don't really know what I had expected Mum to pick out to model for me - dresses, definitely, maybe some business stuff, but never in a million years did I think she'd be standing in front of me in a pair of cut off denim shorts that didn't even cover her buttcheeks, a tiny white crop top that was nowhere near containing her magnificent tits and a pair of black, high-heeled shoes.
She looked like something out of a porno.
"Fuck," I said involuntarily, forgetting I wasn't actually watching some random woman on a screen - I was talking about my Mum, and she was only a few feet in front of me. "What did you buy that for?"
Mum suddenly looked up at me, worry spread across her flushed face.
"You don't like it?" she asked, having taken that comment completely the wrong way.
"No, I mean... where would you wear that?"
Mum ran her hands up and down her sides, then up over her stomach. She stopped just below the lower curve of her bosom. She took a deep breathe, looked at me, then exhaled slowly, almost as if she was deflating herself.
"After I got these done," she said, cupping her breasts, almost as if she was presenting them to me, demanding that I look at them - as if I hadn't been already. "When we used to go out with people from you father's company all the women wore stuff like this, but I never really had the confidence to wear anything like this..."
Her voice trailed off.
"So how come you never wore it?"
"Well, I did, once."
"What happened?"
"Your Dad was furious. He said I looked like a slut, and how dare I embarrass him in front of his colleagues by dressing like the 'escorts' half the men there had paid for."
I was dumbfounded.
"Seriously?" I said. Mum nodded.
"He told me never to do that to him again, so all the stuff I'd bought just... stayed hidden away."
Mum swallowed hard and smiled, clearly holding back tears. I got to my feet and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her. She leaned into me, then slowly held me as well. My cock was pressing into her, she must have been able to feel it, but she said nothing, gave no indication that she'd noticed - or that she cared.
"Can I tell you something?" she said, her voice muffled by my chest.
"Sure."
"That dress I wore last night was the first time I'd dressed in anything like that for so, so long."
"I meant it when I said you looked amazing," I said, tightening my hug. "Did Dad say anything?"
I felt her shake her head.
"No, he just gave me this look when he first saw it..."
She trailed off again and I didn't push it any further, instead relaxing my grip slightly. She pulled away from me, wiping her face as she did so.
"So," she said, taking a step back. She wiggled her hips slightly then turned around, displaying her magnificent ass to me. "You didn't tell me what you think of it."
She looked over her shoulder at me with a mischievous smile on her face.
"I bet Dad was really angry because everyone there must have been staring at you," I said, not being shy in allowing my eyes to roam up and down her body. Mum smiled coyly then bit her bottom lip.
"I'm not surprised they were," I said, meeting her gaze.
"Oh?" she said, turning back to me.
"Just like at the beach the other day," I said, sitting down. "There wasn't a single man there whose focus wasn't on you. I bet you caused some arguments..."
Mum blushed again.
"I'll, umm, go and put something else on," she said suddenly, hurrying off out of the room.
A few minutes passed before Mum sauntered back into the room wearing a killer red dress that she almost looked poured into. The skirt was, compared to some of the stuff I'd seen her in, fairly long, finishing a few inches above her knees. Two tiny straps held the dress up, but I couldn't help being disappointed however, compared to what she'd shown me a few moments ago this was almost restrained - had my reaction caused that? Was this suddenly a case of cold feet?
And then she turned round and I knew I was full of shit. The dress had practically no back, and so much of her smooth, tanned skin was visible that it was almost as if she wasn't wearing a top.
"Has he ever seen that one?" I asked, tactically placing my hand over the tent in my trousers. Mum turned back to face me and laughed.
"Absolutely not," she said. "He's never seen me in any of the outfits I've got with me, apart from that last one."
"Has anyone?"
"No. Just me and... well, you."
That admission caused my head to swirl, so much so that I barely noticed Mum slowly spinning round again, arching her back so her butt poked out towards me, her hands reaching round behind her and caressing her perfect round asscheeks. The dress was so tight it left nothing to the imagination.
"That's a shame," I said, unable to drag my eyes away from her perfect butt. "He's missing out. Everyone is."
Mum smiled.
"Thanks baby," she said, straightening up and turning to me. "You want to see another one?"
"I'd love to."
As Mum left the room I slumped back into the sofa, threw my head back and closed my eyes. This had to be a dream, right? Or some sort of joke? There was absolutely no way my mother was actually modelling her sexiest clothes for me - clothes that nobody else had seen her in, not even my father.
"Baby?" I suddenly heard her call. My eyes snapped open.
"Yeah?"
"Can you come here for a sec?"
I stood up and shuffled awkwardly in the direction of her voice - walking with an erection of this size was almost impossible.
"Where are you?" I called out.
"Down the hallway, last door on the right."
I stopped outside the door and pushed it open slightly.
"You can come in, baby," Mum said, so I pushed the door open all the way. She was standing in front of me in a skintight black dress with a halter collar, her cleavage bursting out. She cocked her head slightly and then turned. The zipper at the back was only done up halfway.
"Can you help me?" she said softly, almost purring. I gulped.
"Uh, sure," I said dumbly, almost tripping over my own feet as I made my way towards her. As I got to within touching distance she reached behind her and held her hair up, keeping it out of my way.
I took a moment to try and regain some self control; to stop my hands from shaking and to stop myself from hyperventilating. Finally I reached out and took hold of the zipper in one hand and the dress in the other. The fabric had become caught up, so I had to pull that free before sliding the zip up to the top.
Mum let her hair drop over my hands before stepping away.
"Thanks, baby," she said. And then she stopped, taking a deep breathe as if she was steadying herself.
"To be honest, you might as well stay in here," she finally blurted out. I just stared at her, wide eyed and open mouthed. "Ok?"
I nodded; once, sharply. As if I was going to leave now.
"Sit on the bed," she told me, pushing her hand against my chest and slowly guided me backwards. The backs of my legs hit the bed and I fell down into a seated position, but Mum kept on moving forward. Her breasts were practically in my face, just for a moment, before she spun on her heels and walked away from me, her hips swaying from side to side. She placed her hands on her hips and spun back round, bring her shoulders in to squeeze her tits together. Her eyes remained focused on mine, I just stared back, unable to react in any way, shape or form. It was almost like she was teasing me - and enjoying it. But that couldn't be happening, surely?
"I've wanted to wear this one for so long," she said, running her hands all over the material.
"I can see why," I said, my voice croaking. My mouth was bone dry at this point, but I didn't care.
"Maybe we could go out for dinner again tonight, and I could wear it then?" she said, looking at me expectantly for an answer.
"I bet you've got some other dresses you look even better in," I said, trying not to sound like some nervous virgin getting his first glimpse of a woman. Mum grinned.
"I have a few more with me," she said, reaching round behind her. I could tell from the motion of he arms she was pulling the zipper down. "Close your eyes, baby," she said.
I went along with her instructions, and was instantly hyper aware of every little movement she made. I could almost track every movement as she slid the dress down over her body, then stepped out of it before bending down to pick it up and place it on a chair to her right. Then she moved to the other side of the room, and after a few moments of rustling there was silence again.
"Ok, which one would you like to see me in first?" she said, and I opened my eyes. In her right hand she was holding a blue dress in front of her body. In her left was a tiny white number.
"This one?" she said, motioning with her down to the blue one. "Or this one?" suddenly she switched them, moving the blue dress away and replacing it with the white dress. For just a moment I caught a glimpse of her body, covered only by a small white bra and small, frilly pair of panties.
"Let me see the other one again," I said, not caring about the dresses at all but just wanting another glimpse of her body. Seeing her in her bikini at the beach had been one thing, but to have Mum in front of me in just her underwear felt different somehow, more erotic... just dirtier, in every way.
Without hesitation she switched dresses - but this time slower than before, giving me a longer look at her. A proper look at her. She was doing this on purpose, I was sure of it.
"Well, one or two?" she said with a smile. "Or do you need to see the other one again to decide?"
Ok, she was definitely doing this on purpose. To toy with me, or because she was enjoying it... I didn't care. I nodded and again she switched, moving almost in slow motion this time.
"That one," I said.
"I like this one too," she said. "Go on, close them again."
Against every instinct I screwed my eyes shut, and after an agonising wait she finally told me to open up. She stood in front of me in the white dress - had I even picked that one? - hands on her cocked hips, eyes seeming to bore into me as I drank in her figure.
"I'd like to see the blue one on you," I finally said, my head spinning.
Mum smiled and said nothing. Instead she slowly walked over to the chair where the blue dress was resting over the back, and then, to my amazement, began removing the white dress. Slowly, almost like a striptease, she slipped the small straps off her shoulders, and then just for a moment looked over her shoulder at me. I was waiting for her to tell me to close my eyes again, but instead she wiggled slowly from side to side, slowly slipping the dress down her body. It rolled over her hips and she bent forward, the white material of her panties riding up into the crack of her butt suddenly all I could focus on as the dress continued down her legs, slowly sliding down her soft, tanned skin. Finally it pooled around her feet on the floor, and she stepped out of the material before looking at me once again. This time she didn't take her eyes off me as she bent forward at the waist to pick her dress up. I could see the outline of her pussy through her underwear, and it was like she held herself in position to give me a good, long look.
When she stood back up I tried to gather my thoughts, but Mum wasn't finished. I got the feeling she was only just starting.
"Actually, I don't really like this one," she said, picking up the blue dress and running it through her hands. "Would you mind if I showed you something else?"
"No, whatever you want," I said, my mouth feeling like it was full of cotton wool.
"Ok, but I need you to go outside until I'm ready for you, is that alright?"
No, it wasn't alright, I thought to myself. I wanted to stay in here and just watch her.
I nodded, getting to my feet. Now it was her turn to unashamedly take me in; her eyes travelling down my body to the tent in my trousers. Her gaze lingered there for a few seconds, and just like she had done I remained still so she could get a good, long look. When she looked back up to my eyes I shuffled awkwardly to the door, suddenly finding myself unable to make eye contact with my mother. As I walked past my arm brushed hers, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body.
Outside I waited for what felt like an eternity. Despite my best efforts I eventually caved and allowed my hand to slip inside my boxers, slowly stroking my cock, images of Mum burned into my mind. I knew that even if nothing else happened between us, if she suddenly came to her senses now and burst out of the room and told me we'd go no further, that the last half an hour or so would be all I could think of for the rest of my life. Whenever I was with Ellie I would be thinking of my mother; of her modelling her clothes for me, of her deliberately showing off her body.
I had begun to stroke faster and faster, and I wasn't far from spurting cum inside my underwear when I heard Mum shuffling inside the bedroom.
"Baby?" came her voice. It was soft, barely audible, almost nervous.
"I'm still here," I said, removing my hand from inside my boxers, precum oozing from the tip of my cock.
"You can come in now."
I took a deep breathe and steadied myself and opened the door, and what I saw in front of me made my entire body feel as if it was folding in on itself.
Mum was clad in black lace and mesh lingerie, complete with stockings, a garter belt and a pair of stilettos. She looked like every man's fantasy, like something you'd expect to see walking down a runway or adorning every teenage boy's bedroom wall. But here she was, in front of me, my mother.
"Fuck," was all I could say. She blushed and dropped her eyes to the floor.
"You like it?"
Seriously? She had to ask?
"Mum, God, it's..."
I suddenly clammed up, like there was something blocking me from what I wanted to say, as if I was - finally, after all this - about to cross a line.
"What?" she pressed, arms suddenly folding across her body, as if she was suddenly worried I didn't like what I was seeing.
"You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen," I finally said. Mum beamed, and rushed towards me. She enveloped me in a hug and the first thing I realised was that my cock was pressed between us. She must have noticed the hardness pressing into her but she didn't seem to care, pulling me as tight as possible into her body.
"I haven't felt like this in a year," she said, her face buried in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, one of my hands finding the small of her back and pulling her into me. The other stroked the back of her head, delicately toying with her dyed blonde hair.
"Like what?"
"Sexy," she said, with a laugh almost of disbelief. "This, all those clothes I showed you... even the bikini and the dresses and yoga stuff I've been wearing since you arrived."
"That was all for me?" I asked incredulously. I felt her nod.
"Your Dad always got... weird whenever I wore anything that showed off my body even a little bit, so I just started sticking to baggy stuff. If we went out it would be the most prudish thing you could find."
"But why all this?" I asked. My hand on her back had started moving softly up and down her spine, and then my fingers began tracing along the lining of the garter belt.
"When you first saw me at the airport," she said, and I felt my stomach drop. I remembered exactly how I had looked at her, when I thought she was just some random MILF instead of my Mum. "You looked at me like wished your Dad would, and I thought, well, fuck it, why not make the most of it while you're here?"
"Mum, I... I didn't realise it was you..."
"I know, baby, and that's why I liked it. I wanted to look nice when I picked you up-"
"That was your idea of nice?" I teased. My hands had now found their way to her side and I gave her skin a gentle squeeze. In response she softly kissed my neck.
"Well, yeah," she said. I could tell from the tone of her voice she was grinning. She left a trail of soft, motherly kisses on my neck, leading up to my jaw and onto my cheek.
"I don't think 'nice' is what you were going for," I said, running my hands up her sides. As they reached in line with the bottom of her breasts I allowed them to move round to her chest slightly, my fingers tickling the material of her bra.
"Well," she said, leaving another mummy kiss on my cheek. "I was intrigued as to what your reaction would be." Another kiss, slightly closer to the corner of my mouth. One of her hands had crept up my back and come to rest on the back of my head, the other cupped the side of my face. She pulled her head away an directed her big, hazel eyes at mine. They were glazed over, an almost dazed expression on her face.
"And I'm glad you liked it."
I became more bold, keeping one hand on her side by her breast as the other slid back down her back, over the hem of the garter and to the lining of her panties. I let a finger slip inside, just for a moment, and a gasp escaped her lips, her breathe hot against my cheek.
"Baby..." she said; softly, sultrily. Another kiss, and then another, each one bringing her lips closer and closer to mine. Suddenly I couldn't contain myself any longer; my hand slid down over her butt and cupped a perfect, firm cheek. I squeezed and warm flesh and waited for her to break away from me, to admonish me for going to far. Instead she just stayed still, allowing me to play with her ass.
"I know you don't like taking pictures of yourself," I said in a whisper, bringing my free hand up to her face to brush a loose strand of hair away. "But I think when I go home you should start taking some, just for me."
"Ok, but let's not talk about you leaving now, baby."
She kissed me again and this time our lips met. It was a soft, delicate kiss, but it opened the floodgates as neither of us could hold back any longer. She used the hold she had on my head to pull my lips in line with hers and then mashed them together, whilst I used the hand I had on her butt to pull her midsection into me. My cock was mashed between us, harder than it had ever been in my life, and after the last few days with Mum that was saying something.
We shared a wet, sloppy, almost desperate kiss, and then I felt her tongue probing, sliding across my lips. I parted them and it darted into my mouth, quickly finding mine.
We stood like that for god knows how long, kissing hungrily, all that pent up frustration suddenly spilling out, but this was just the start of it. She pulled away from me only to grab my t-shirt, practically ripping it over my head and tossing it aside. Her lips found mine again as her hand traced its way down my torso, over my belly button and to the waistline of my trousers. Without a second thought she forced her hand inside, wrapping it around my cock through my boxers. It took every ounce of self control I had not to cum immediately, the giggle that left her mouth making it clear that she knew how close I was to exploding there and then. She seemed to slow down after that, as if she didn't want this to be over too quickly, and I was only to grateful to savour this moment for as long as possible.
She began moving backwards, pulling me with her, and then collapsed backwards onto the bed. I fell on top of her, but then I stood back up. She looked at me, puzzled, but then watched as I unbuckled my belt and ripped open the button and zipper and lid my trousers down my legs. As I kicked them off my feet I saw her eyes fixated on the massive tent in my boxers, the thin black cotton now all that was stopping my own mother from seeing by bulging, pulsing erection.
I moved to climb back on top of her but she suddenly stopped me, wriggling out from beneath me. She stood up and backed away a couple of paces, and it felt like my world had come crashing down. She was going to put a stop to it. I had come so, so close, but Mum had finally seen sense.
"Close your eyes, sweetie."
She hadn't called me sweetie since I was little.
"Mum, I..."
"Please, baby, trust me."
I did. From the shuffling sound I knew she was removing her lingerie, and for the first time since I'd first seen her this morning I suddenly felt calm. I was in the eye of the raging storm of lust and desire that had engulfed me and my mother.
"Ok, open them."
For a few seconds I just sat there, eyes closed, wanting to make the most of what was about to happen.
Her body was even more flawless than I could have imagined. Ellie had described her tits perfectly, right down to the hard, pink nipples topping the most incredible pair of breasts I had ever seen. Perfectly round and perky, the sort of tits you normally find on an 18-year-old instead belonged to my Mum. When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from them I shifted my gaze to her pussy. She had shaved it, aside from a little tuft of hair just above her slit. Should a man ever know how his mother shaves her pubic hair? Or how her breasts look when they're unleashed? Or that look she gets on her face just before she's about to fuck?
The answer is yes. If this is how it feels to know all of that then yes, absolutely.
She straddled my legs and kissed me once more, before guiding my head to her breasts. Eagerly I took a nipple into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it like I had done so many years ago. I began to toy with it with my tongue, flicking and swirling around it before sucking again, alternating between the three. I remembered Ellie telling me that Mum had said her nipples were sensitive; and I could already hear her breathing become ragged. I moved to the other one, then jumped back and forth between the two. With confidence flowing through my I slid my hand down Mum's stomach, passing over her belly button, tracing the outline of it with my fingertip before carrying on down to her mons. She groaned as I came into contact with it, the touch had been the lightest I could manage but it seemed to have sent a jolt through Mum.
"Ungh," was all she could manage, and I took that as a sign of encouragement. I cupped her pussy, warmth radiating into my hand, and continued to toy with her nipples. When I bit down on one and she yelped, throwing her head back. I quickly wrapped my free arm around her so she wouldn't fall backwards, and slowly began gently squeezing the hand I had covering her pussy. She responded by rocking her hips ever so slightly, grinding herself against my hand. I moved the hand that was supporting her up to the back of her head and then held it in place so I could kiss her forcefully. I groaned into her as our lips smacked against each other, the sort of kiss that should never be shared by a mother and son. That thought only served to heighten my arousal however and I became more forceful with my movement on her pussy, flattening my palm and moving it first in a circular motion, then up and down, then alternating between the two as she continued to grind herself against me, fucking my hand.
"Quicker," she suddenly said, her voice hoarse and ragged. I did as I was told, the juices flooding from her cunt making it easy for my hand to slip up and down and side to side with ease. "Baby, that's it, that's it..."
Her voice drifted off and I went back to suckling on her breasts, and that was enough to send her over the edge. I would soon come to find out this was just a small orgasm for Mum; a slight tremor compared to the earth shattering climaxes she would later have. She grunted and whined and thrust her face in my shoulder, but that did little to muffle the sound she was making. My cock was pulsating in my boxers, I was desperate to lift her off me and throw her onto the bed and mount her one smooth, practices movement, freeing my aching erection and pushing inside of her. Instead I kept on masturbating her and playing with her nipples, letting her ride out the last few waves of her climax. As she slowed the pace of her grinding I slowed down the speed of my hand on her cunt, finally coming to a stop just as she did. I continued to gently tongue and kiss and suckle her nipples, until I felt her lean back. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her cheeks and neck flushed red, and a dreamy smile had taken over her face.
"Mum," I said involuntarily. I think I was about to apologise, to try and excuse what had just happened, but instead she shushed me before I could continue, pressing her forehead against mine. I felt a fingertip pressed against my bottom lip, then it slowly began sliding down; over my chin, jumping to my chest, over my stomach, finally reaching the waistline of my boxers. It traced along the material, almost as if Mum was waiting for my approval. I breathed heavily, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Can I?" she finally said, as if she was unable to wait any longer for me to give my permission. I nodded and she climbed off me, dropping down onto her knees in front of me. She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband and began to pull as I lifted myself up off the bed, allowing her to slide my boxers away, the final barrier between us being completely and utterly bare before each other. My cock jutted out, slick with precum and looking ready to burst. Mum gasped, unable to tear her gaze away from it. I leaned back, supporting myself with my arms behind me, and watched in disbelief as my own mother slowly reached out and, one finger at a time, wrapped her hand around my cock. The manoeuvred it around, almost marvelling at what she was finally holding in her hands. A smile crept over he face and she finally looked up at me.
"So much bigger now..." she said, kissing the tip. A long, sticky line of precum stayed stuck to her lips as she pulled her head back, finally snapping thanks to a flick of her tongue. I was almost shaking, my hands were gripping the bedsheets so tightly I was pulling them away, as I forced myself not to cum. Slowly Mum began pumping her hand up and down my cock, her soft skin slipping up and down the shaft with ease as the tip oozed precum. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a sigh as she took the tip in her mouth, the wet and warm orifice engulfing my cock's head as she continued to stroke my shaft with her hand. I could feel her tongue swirling around the tip before she pulled her mouth away, and then her hand went to as she got to her feet.
"Lie back," she commanded, so I did. She climbed on top of me, her legs straddling mine once again, then she leaned forward so my cock was pressed back against my stomach and sandwiched between us. She kissed me, her hands roaming all over my chest. She reached down and took hold of my dick once more, carefully lining it up with her pussy so it was resting in between her lips. Slowly she began rocking her hips, riding my cock as close as she could without actually allowing me inside her. She had that lost, dreamy smile on her face again, but now I needed to fuck her. I knew I couldn't control myself for much longer, and I didn't want to cum without finding out what she felt like.
"Mum," I said, taking hold of her hips. She didn't respond, she seemed completely lost in pleasure as she rubbed her cunt against her own son's cock, so I moved to lift her off me.
"Baby," she said, protesting only slightly as I flipped her over and then positioned myself on top of her.
"I need to, Mum, I..."
"It's ok," she said softly, stroking my face.
I reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock. I could feel in throbbing, pulsating between my fingers. My balls were swollen with cum, and I knew exactly where I wanted it to go. Despite the fact that my head was swimming and I could barely focus on anything I managed to line my dick up with the entrance to Mum's pussy. It was like holding it in front of a furnace, the heat radiating from my mother was insane. I was aware at some level of her hands softly stroking me, of her once again peppering my face with those soft, maternal kisses. Slowly I pressed the head against her pussy. She purred, with desire, with anticipation. I was so close to returning home, a desire I hadn't been aware of until just a couple of days ago.
Slowly I pushed forward, millimetre by millimetre, finally entering Mum. She was crying out and holding me tight as I filled her, her cunt almost seeming to pull me in, the warm, wet folds of her most forbidden flesh engulfing my cock. Finally I was inside of her as far as I could go, and I just held still until I could be sure I wasn't going to erupt inside of her just yet, knowing that right now even the tiniest movement would set me off.
Finally I began to pump in and out of her; so, so slowly, both of us so wet there was no resistance. No other woman had felt this good, felt so right; it was like I had been made just for Mum. I picked up speed and began thrusting my hips, looking down at Mum's tits jiggling on her chest as I pounded her. Her eyes were screwed shut and I could tell that, for whatever reason she was trying to be quiet, as if somebody might hear us and interrupt this moment. I suddenly felt a surge of mischievousness shoot through me; I wanted to force her to scream, to stop holding it in. Keeping one hand in place to support me I moved the other between her legs and tenderly toyed with her clit. At first she managed to keep her cries under control, but when I rolled that little button between my thumb and forefinger her eyes shot open and her hips arched up off the bed, forcing me even deeper inside of her than I thought possible. She let out an almost primal howl, that started like she had started to cry out my name but was unable to form any actual words. She continued to grunt with every thrust, taking a deep, hoarse breathe every time I pulled myself out of her. Her hands had found their way to her perfect, round tits, squeezing and kneading the soft, tan flesh and squeezing her rock hard pink nipples.
I had gritted my teeth now, I was on the verge of exploding but wanted to drag this out for just a little bit longer, relishing every second of pleasure I was bringing Mum, savouring the first time I had actually been able to fuck her.
I felt Mum begin to shake underneath me. Her left leg spasmed uncontrollably, and a loud, warbling cry filled my ears. Her entire face had turned red and her neck and shoulders were flushed.
"Baaaaaaabyyyyyyyy!" she managed to cry out, and I allowed myself to relax. I erupted inside of her, spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum coating the inside of my mother. I continued pumping and continued spurting, I had never cum this much in my life, and it was my own mother that had caused it. She was still shaking and crying out to me and her arms were flapping around wildly as she struggled to control herself. It was only the weight of my body on top of her that was holding her in place; if I moved off she'd have been all over the room.
Finally the torrent of spunk ceased and I slowed my fucking down, aware that Mum was still caught in the throes of her orgasm beneath me. By now she was calling out to God over and over again, and she had grabbed a handful of my hair and was holding on for dear life.
When she finally came down I just laid on top of her, softly stroking her cheek. When she opened her eyes she immediately smiled when she saw me gazing back at her, and then began to giggle.
"What?" I asked, giggling myself.
"You're so much better than your Dad."
I'd just had the biggest orgasm of my life and those few words had me ready to go again. Mum seemed to pick up on that and shot a glance downwards, at my cock which was still buried inside of her, slowly coming back to life.
"We should clean up," she said, making no effort to actually move.
"How long are they away for?" I asked, cupping her breast as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a son to do to his Mum.
"Another week."
"Well," I said, kissing her passionately. "There's no rush, is there?"
Mum laughed.
"Well, we should at least clean ourselves up," she said, and then there was suddenly a naughty glint in her eye. "You should see their shower..."
"You want to show me?"
"Mmhmm."
Without another word I extricated myself from Mum, my hard-again dick slowly slipping out of her, and got to my feet. Mum rolled out of bed and took me by the hand and led me out of the room, which for the next week would become our own little fuckpad, and down the corridor to the bathroom.
As she turned the faucet on and we waited for the water to warm up I unashamedly took in her body, finally able to drink her in as I pleased. No more secret looks or sly gazes out of the corner of my eye.
"When did you know?" Mum asked me, her hands roaming over my body.
"Pretty much when you picked me up from the airport," I said with a grin. "You?"
"Last night, at dinner. When you put your hand on my leg and told me to model for you..."
She didn't finish that thought. Instead she stepped backwards into the shower, and her skin began to glisten in the sunlight as the water cascaded over her body. I just stood back and watched for a moment, as her hands roamed across her stomach and over her breasts, stopping to squeeze them slightly before she ran her hands through her hair. She tilted her head back and allowed the water to splash over her face, her long, blonde hair becoming slick and stuck to her skin.
"Are you coming in?" she asked, turning her back on me.
I stepped into the shower and pressed my body against hers. I barely felt the water running down my body, instead focused on the feeling of my cock slowly nestling in the cleft of her asscheeks. I reached round and cupped her tits, giving them a hard squeeze as I kissed her neck. She cooed and angled her head away, encouraging me to continue.
"You know," I whispered into her ear, pausing briefly to kiss her neck again, "Ellie told me what you did..."
I suddenly felt Mum's body tense, just for a moment.
"I know you showed her your tits."
"She told you?" Mum said, relaxing, perhaps realising that the revelation had only increased my desire to fuck her."
"She did. When I was fucking her."
Mum groaned and push her butt back into me. I could tell she had spread her legs slightly, and she tried to lean forwards to support herself against the shower wall - but I kept her upright, still holding onto her breasts.
"And all I could think about was you."
Mum began to grind against my dick, little soft moans of bliss escaping with each breath.
"I came inside her wishing it was you..."
I relaxed my grip on her tits and let her lean forward. She spread her legs even more, and I knew what she wanted. I reached down took a step backwards to give her more room, then positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"... but now I know that was nothing compared to what it actually feels like..."
Slowly I slipped myself to her. It was only the second time I had been inside my mother, but already that soft, wet, warmness felt familiar as it enveloped my cock.
"... to be inside you, Mum. To cum in you."
She began to quiver as I filled her up, the luxurious softness of her pussy almost pulling me further and further into her.
"Oh God, baby," she said breathlessly. I could tell she was struggling to stay upright so once again offered my support by way of taking her tits into my hands. She allowed me to take some of her weight as I began fucking her again, the grunts and mewling only encouraging me to fuck Mum harder and faster. My worry about cumming too quickly had disappeared; I knew now I could hold out for as long as I needed to, until Mum was ready for me to shoot my cum into her once again.
Soon that telltale rumble started to pulse through Mum again, and I braced myself for another earth shattering orgasm. If what had happened to her in the bedroom was anything to go by I was going to have to hold on for dear life.
"Aaaaaaaargh!" she cried out, and she was suddenly shaking violently again. Her legs were doing their best to give way, and her hands were slipping down the sodden wall. I was holding her up now, taking all her weight, still ploughing into her as fast and as hard as I dared. I watched as she took one hand from the wall and tried to place it between her legs, but she was so lost in her bliss that all ability to co-ordinate herself had disappeared. I knew what she wanted though, and carefully I removed one hand from her breast and placed it between her legs, squeezing her clit gently between my index and middle fingers. I felt her body buck as I did that, and the next time when I did it harder she almost squirmed away from me. I didn't let up though, instead pulling her closer to me and bracing her body against mine. Her shoulders were against me but her back was arched keeping her arse perfectly angled for me to slide in and out of her. I continued toying with her clit, every little movement of my finger seeming to cause a surge of electricity to run through her body.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK," she cried, getting louder and louder. I suddenly put everything together; kissing her neck, playing with her nipple, toying with her clit and fucking her with all the energy I could muster. Finally she came again; a low, guttural raw working its way up from deep inside her core, the sound of her orgasm filling my ears.
"Benjiiiiiiii!" she suddenly cried out, a name she hadn't used for me since I was little. It was a playful name, one she used when were it was just the two of us, when she was chasing me around the house or pretending to hunt for me during a game of hide and seek, but now it was because I was making her cum - harder than she ever had, she would later tell me - and for the first time in fuck knows how long.
"Oh fuck Benji!" she called again, and now that little pet name had taken on a whole different meaning. It had always been something for just us, for me and Mum when we were alone, and now she was screaming at as I filled her womb with my seed, using her special name for me as I came inside her as she writhed and thrashed and squirmed on my cock, used the name that my father or Ellie had never used as pressed my mouth to her ear and told her that I loved her as cum continued to erupt into her.
Finally she came back down from her high, pulling herself off me as she turned to face me. We kissed again like lovers; now the motherly pecks would be for show only, this is how we would kiss from now on whenever we were alone.
"Baby," she said, cradling my face. "We should go back."
She was right. We'd been gone for, fuck, how long? Ellie would know something was up. I knew I'd have to tell her Mum had gone through with her little modelling session just to explain the time we had been away, and already I was running lines in my head to try and come up with something convincing.
We rinsed ourselves off and then dried together, occasionally drying each other, the temptation to fuck again always there. My cock had seemed to enter a state of permanent arousal, I remained hard as we changed and packed up Mum's clothes. I watched quietly as Mum dressed back into her joggers and hoodie. I teased her, telling her she should wear one of her dresses home instead. She laughed and then we swapped positions, her watching me as I got dressed, my cock jutting out in front of my until I pulled on my boxers.
"Will that thing ever go down?" she asked me, idly twirling her hair around her fingers.
"I honestly don't know," I said, pulling my trousers up. Before I could do anything else Mum got to her feet, then pulled my zipper up for me and buckled the belt.
"Well, if not, we'll have to do something about it," she said, almost matter-of-factly. I nodded dumbly.
We walked to the car, not hand in hand but close enough so our arms were pressed against each other.
The drive back to Mum's was almost normal. We chatted about the rest of the day, about her plans and mine and what the three of us could do later. To anyone listening in we'd sound like any mother and son, no-one would ever guess we were now much, much more than that.
When we arrived Ellie was already up and dressed. She shot me a suspicious look as I entered, Mum's clothes slung over my shoulder. Mum almost seemed to panic for a second, but when Ellie asked me what they were - knowing full well what they were, of course - I just told her some clothes Mum's friend had given her. Mum looked relieved, Ellie shot me a knowing smile.
"She actually did it?" Ellie asked when we found a quiet moment, as Mum took the clothes to her bedroom. I nodded. "Well, and?" she asked, pressing for more.
"She just showed me some dresses, they were quite... modest, really," I lied. Ellie's eyes narrowed slightly, and I knew she was sizing me up, trying to decipher if I was telling the truth.
"So, nothing, you know..."
I shrugged.
"One had a fairly short skirt, but apart from that, no."
Ellie almost appeared to deflate, like she was actually disappointed Mum hadn't - as far as she knew, anyway - tried to seduce me?
"To be honest," I continued, impressed with my ability to lie about this, "I don't think she really wanted to do it."
Ellie could no longer hide her disappointment. As far as she was aware her little game had come to an end. She'd still tease me, of course, and I'd go along with it, knowing I could have the real thing whenever I wanted.
"Benji," came Mum's voice, and I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. My jaw clenched for a moment, but fortunately Ellie was looking away and didn't see my reaction to that name. I knew Mum had done it deliberately; I knew what Benji meant, to Ellie it was nothing, just a pet name a mother called her son, but Mum knew it would immediately remind me of what we'd done not long ago, a little secret thing shared right under my girlfriend's nose.
"Coming," I shouted back, looking at Ellie and shrugging.
For the next fortnight Mum and I snuck off whenever we could find a moment. The first few days was fairly easy; Dad was away, and I could always lay a guilt trip on Ellie by telling her that I thought wanted some 'quality time' together, given what was going on with her and Dad. I suppose it wasn't really a lie; we were spending quality time together - we talked about my life, about hers, about Mum and Dad's future together... we just happened to fuck like a couple of horny teenagers as well.
Her friend's place was good for a week; our own little place to fuck and be together as a couple for an hour or so, but when they returned we had to take more risks. I fucked Mum when Ellie showered. We'd sneak into her room occasionally when Ellie was outside sunbathing. If we all went out together me and Mum would find an excuse, no matter how flimsy, so be together, even if it was just for ten minutes, just enough time to briefly satiate our desire, our craving for each other.
Dad's return wasn't much of an issue; he was barely at home anyway, and when he was he didn't seem at all concerned with what Mum was doing anyway. We began to joke that we could start fucking each other right in front of him and he'd probably barely notice.
Of course I still had to keep up appearances with Ellie during this time, but to be honest I wasn't really interested. I was going through the motions and she knew it. I think she put it down to me being ashamed of what we had done, when she had roleplayed as my mother for me, but she said nothing and I wasn't too keen to bring it up either.
When it came time for us to return home I was surprised at how well Mum and I held it together. There had been a teary goodbye the night before; Mum and I had both snuck out of bed away from our respective partners and met in the garden. In the moonlight we spent an age pleasuring each other; I ate Mum out until she begged me to stop. She swallowed a load of my cum before I had even entered her, and then I fucked her until the sun began to rise. Finally we had to face reality; this would be the last time we would be together for only god knew how long.
At the airport Mum managed to hold it together, but we couldn't resist sneaking off for one final, proper goodbye. We found a quiet corner and kissed like lovers; hungrily, fervently, both relishing that final feel of each other's lips.
When we arrived home I felt lost. What had developed between Mum and me wasn't just a temporary fling, or a way of making her feel better. Me and Ellie grew more and more distant; she just didn't compare to my mother, and eventually we broke up a month or so after returning home. During that month I spoke to Mum endlessly, often disappearing into my room for hours at a time to Skype her. She'd play with herself for me, her dislike of being photographed or recorded having disappeared just for me, and I'd stroke myself and cum for her. We'd spend hours telling each other what we'd to do each other, planning visits and trying to come up with ways to be with each other again.
And then, one night, Mum wasn't there. I waited for her at our usual time but got nothing. I sent her messages, emailed her, even tried calling the house but couldn't find her anywhere. I phoned my sister and asked if she'd heard from Mum; Amber said Dad had probably "whisked her away" for the weekend, still blissfully unaware of the fact that our parent's marriage was basically over.
Panic had started to set in. Once again I was questioning what had happened between us, convincing myself that Mum had suddenly started to regret it, and that she was now going to cut me off.
And then there was a knock at my door. I answered it, ready to tell whoever it was to essentially fuck off; I had more important things to worry about.
"Benji," said Mum, tears in her eyes, as I swung the door open. She threw herself into me, holding me tight, pressing her lips to mine.
"I think we should get these into our bedroom," she said, breaking our kiss and turning to look at the bulging suitcases sat outside my door.